#indiiffercnt

Haylee didn’t waste much time skipping towards the bathroom in nothing but her red lingerie. She turned on the shower to make sure it was a temp, warm temperature. When she heard the door she turned around. “Right on time.”

      she rolls her eyes, tossing her bag into the backseat of her truck. ❝ you followed me all the way out here for what? to tell me something that i already know? ❞ she crossed her arms, leaning against the vehicle. ❝ i know you slept with her ––- what else is new? you can never keep it in your pants. i'm done with this. ❞

Chris caught sight of the model before she saw him. They’d gone to college together. Chris always thought she was beautiful, hell everyone in their college thought she was. They had been friendly enough in college, but that was before Bella had full magazine spreads devoted to her body, and before Chris was a doctor, rather than just a med student dreaming of being one. Chris took his coffee from the counter and walked over to her and smiled, “Well if it isn’t Bella Olsen, the famous swimsuit model,” Chris says. “Long time no see,” he says. It’s a bit of lie though, because he has seen her, more of her than he cares to admit having seen parts of her body he’d never imagined seeing. Parts he feels slightly shameful to admit seeing. “How’ve you been?” He asks politely. 

IVY: you know sending me snaps of your new girl is idiotic IVY: not only am i the opposite of jealous IVY: but i’m laughing IVY: given how much you downgraded.

       “ Don’t you ever knock?! “ Scott was kind of in the middle of something. Or well, at the start of it as obvious by his undone belt.

there’s a part of her that wants to ask for the check ---- but the fact of the matter is, it would be rude. sydney is many things, but she’s not one to ditch out in the middle of the date, no matter how boring the man across from her is. she can’t help the way that her eyes keep being drawn to their waiter. he’s cute, she’s bored, and she can’t help but think that she recognizes him from one of the frat parties that her sorority had attended earlier in the year. the brunette is anxious to get out of there, a much better event awaiting her just a few blocks away ( but really, anything would be better than being lulled to sleep by the next thing the man across from her said ). when the familiar looking waiter approaches, she smiles brighter than she has all night. “ hi ---- ” it’s practically a purr, the way the word comes out. “ could i get a box, please ? i’ve got a sorority event to get to, and i can’t be late. ”

by now sammy was used to being the ignored sibling -- the comparisons she never seemed to hear the end of and the praise her older sister got far more than she ever did. of course being used to it didn’t make it feel any better. sammy made the choice to do what made her happy instead of pursuing some big career that would make her a lot of money. in her eyes that wasn’t the same thing, and she was content with her job bartending and her life. if that meant living with the constant disappointment from the rest of her family, then so be it. she hadn’t expected anything other than to be forced through a boring family dinner the day she met her sister’s boyfriend. it surprised her when she got along with him better than anyone else. especially when he seemed to be genuinely interested about her, it almost felt strange but really good at the same time. maybe she should have felt bad for making plans to hang out with him just the two of them, but she didn’t. not even a little bit. besides it wasn’t like she’d done anything wrong yet. “hey... you actually showed up,” she said, half joking with a smile.