#julybloom

"why can't you just let me alone? i don't wanna think of all the ways that we went wrong."

music. it was the one thing that maison had his entire life, it never let him down. through the good, bad and ugly, it kept him sane. he had never expected it would one day have him on stages, selling out concerts especially when his first hit was written during a low point, having lost the person he believed was the love of his life. even now, nothing had been as painful as being dumped out of the blue by his dream girl. every time he played the songs written from the heartache he could remember that moment but the crowd had become a welcome distraction from that pain. when he had spotted the familiar face in the front row of his concert he had told himself he was imagining things, that she wouldn't possibly come to see him after so long, especially not at a concert where he had sung songs about her, that was insane, right? now, here he was after the show doing a few meet and greets when his eyes fell upon her, heart almost stopping in his chest. "w-what are you doing here?"

" halloween is basically over which means it's christmas . we're putting the tree up ! are you going to help me or are you just gonna stand there ? "

'    when    were    you    going    to    tell    me    you    were    seeing    someone    ?    i    thought    i    was    the    first    person    you    told    about    that    stuff    .    '

"hey, don't worry about me." he worked to make eye contact as he attempted to calm the other down. "are you okay? are you hurt?"

"i'm tired of listening to the same old excuses, come up with something better or don't even bother."

it was a forced friendship from the beginning — maybe that forced friendship was the reason why they despised one another. unaware of how their mothers gotten along, so well yet they couldn’t. only putting on a fake act in front of them before fully tormenting the other. “i think i deserve a party, no?” hints of amusement flickers through his gaze, always finding it hilarious to mess with her. a bored expression slowly takes over his features as she states that she won’t move, “fine, don’t move for me. i’ll go ahead and take your room.” he shrugs nonchalantly, licking his lips as he sighs. running a hand through his hair, he rising a brow. “are you done yet? i’m aware that my mother’s nicer than i am. and quite frankly your mother is an angel compared to you..” head moves closer towards the other, “so either move it or i’m going to make myself a home in your very comfortable bed.”

dixie wasn't a big fan of the holidays but growing up in a small town with a southern mother it had become a tradition to do annual potlucks to celebrate all the different religious events and the end of the year. the past few years she had used her partner as an excuse, using that time of year as a great opportunity to get some big scores. to her dismay, the past year had been a wild one, going through a break-up and almost getting caught red-handed and made her take a break from using her sticky fingers, instead turning to a particular app to make some cash. no longer being in a relationship also meant her mother could guilt trip her into coming, even if she wasn't enthusiastic about it. walking into the party she looked far from festive, wearing skinny jeans, a white corset top and a pair of black pumps. the past hour had been spent greeting all of her mother's friends, getting asked the classic invasive questions and trying not to die of boredom. when her gaze landed on the familiar face a smile curved onto her red-stained lips. "long time, no see!" she greeted, sitting beside them on the couch.