#khcleesis

amy looked at her best; or at least in her opinion she did. maybe it was a little much for the party, but she just simply was a little much in general. she was proud of the way she looked and she wasn’t afraid to show it off, tonight being no different. while the female quickly smoked away a cigarette onto her porch she soon saw a familiar vehicle approaching. she walked over to the sidewalk right away and threw her cigarette onto the ground, before stepping inside at the passenger’s seat. “you ready break some hearts?” the petite asked the male, a mischievous grin dominant on her features as she threw her hair back. “how do i look?”

indigo: happy father's day!! xox

TODAY WAS ANOTHER day that consisted of having patience towards meeting strangers from around the globe. the band had been traveling through various states and going to the major radio stations in order to promote their album and latest single. both have been doing well despite the band’s petty rumors and controversies, one involving ryder’s attitude towards fans. it was a rumor that he couldn’t quite grasp, one that was even replaying in his head right now every time he acknowledged the next fan whose turn it was in the long line. nevertheless, he forced smiles that could be passed off as genuine and engaged in short conversations that he was almost positive the fans would tweet about later. good, he thought to himself. his actual mood wouldn’t help his case when it came to dispelling the word going around about his attitude towards the fans. in his defense, his team figured that moving meet and greets to after the show would save them from being late on stage, and he couldn’t help but to be borderline exhausted from jumping around on stage. ryder barely realized that he let a breath of relief out when he realized there was only one more fan left after all of the smiling and pose requests. his bandmates seemed to get the same idea, cheering and urging for the blonde to come forward. he didn’t realize how attractive some fans were util he made the eye contact with the gorgeous stranger coming their way. 

            The faint sound of rain drumming on the hood of the truck was filling William’s ears. The windows were foggy thanks to the warmth inside the truck, and a broken radio was trying to lull them to sleep with music -- not that it was really working. Although Will should be exhausted after days on the road and everything it put him and his girlfriend through, he felt wide awake. Fingers drawing circles onto the bare shoulder of the body pressed against his, he stared at the hood of the truck, nothing but a thin blanket draped over their almost naked bodies. A quiet sigh escaped his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he turned his head, burying his nose in her hair to deeply inhale the familiar scent. It was unbelievable that in no time, she wouldn’t be within reach anymore, but a million miles away from him. While he wanted to talk about what lay ahead of them, he also definitely did not want to talk about it and desperately searched for a topic to distract him. “We really should have stopped somewhere to buy some food,” he mumbled, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “I’m starving. Aren’t you?”

she leans into the spotless white love sofa, bringing manicured feet up as she tucked them under her legs. there’s a bowl of caramel popcorn in her lap, and she’s ruffling with a handful of kernal into her mouth, a few stray pieces missing completely and cradling down her t-shirt. she had always been a messy eater -- something her mother absolutely fucking hated, and especially when they were at events, galas, movie premiere parties.. it wasn’t very lady-like to shovel your food into your mouth and stain a custom fit louis vuitton evening gown. but as of now? she was in malibu for the show, taking a break from the simple normalcy of NYU to pretend to be this bratty wanna-be trustfund baby the second the cameras started rolling. but anyone who knew bella personally, knew she was quite the opposite. if you didn’t believe it, you could catch it yourself now, at her best-friend’s place, drenched in popcorn crumbles, while watching an incredibly boring documentary about aliens and area 51. she’s wearing purple fuzzy socks that nearly reach her knees, and one of his t-shirts that swallows her into making any unsuspecting set of eyes think she wasn’t wearing pants at all. it’s not until the other plops down on the couch, does she lean against their shoulder. “so--” she starts, a mouthful later. “the paps saw me leaving your place this afternoon, and i’m pretty sure your name is going to be on the cover of every gossip magazine in holly-wood tomorrow.. but on the plus side -- i’m stuck here until the army outside dies down.” 

clare: i work @ 6 so it's up to you

khalid: i just don't see how that concerns you

noel: have a good day! :)