[ sms 📲 → sage! ✨] this weekend destroyed me... [ sms 📲 → sage! ✨] my brain feels like the curly fry at the bottom of the bag. [ sms 📲 → sage! ✨] GAhhh come save me

                    ❝     𝐇𝐞𝐲     ,     𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭     𝐮𝐩     !     ❞     He     calls     after     her     loud     enough     for     her     to     hear.     The     sound     of     sneakers     against     wet     cement     come     to     an     abrupt     stop     when     he     skids     to     plant     himself     in     front     of     her.     Chest     heaves     from     the     sprint     ,     but     there’s     a     grin     on     his     lips     that     makes     the     corners     of     his     eyes     crinkle     as     he     holds     the     umbrella     above     the     two     of     them.     ❝     In     the     least     creepy     way     possible     ,     I     saw     you     walk     out     in     the     rain     and     felt     guilty     when     I     have     an     umbrella     big     enough     for     four.     ❞     Not     his.     Stolen     from     the     hallway     outside     a     class     ,     some     teacher     whose     name     he     can’t     be     bothered     to     remember.     In     his     defence     ,     he     had     hair     to     protect     while     said     -     teacher     was     balding.     He     catches     his     breath     for     a     second     before     shooting     her     his     signature     smile     ,     pearly     whites     and     all.     ❝     If     you     don’t     mind     ,     I     can     walk     you     wherever     you’re     going.     ❞     There’s     a     slight     pause     before     he     adds     in     quickly     ,     mask     of     chivalry     quick     to     don     on     his     face.     ❝     Or     you     can     just     take     the     umbrella     if     you’re     not     comfortable     with     the     company     of     a     dashing     stranger.     I’ll     survive     some     rain.     ❞    

     the best thing about auradon so far has been the ability to buy new clothes, clothes that fit, clothes that look as royal as he feels, clothes that mean he no longer looks like a common street urchin. the second best thing about auradon so far has been the ladies. and right now he’s looking at a particularly lovely one. he flicks a speck of lint from his coat and strides over with a charming, if somewhat bemused smile. “ i’m so sorry to bother you, but i’m new here and i don’t seem to be able to find the tourney field. some of my friends are trying out for the team and i wanted to support them. i don’t suppose you could help point me in the right direction? ”

gis    shakes    her    head.    it    wasn't    worth    it.    the    guy's    family    was    going    to    be    at    the    pep    rally    and    apparently,    giselle    was    girlfriend    material    to    meet    them.    nevermind    the    fact    that    she    was    a    princess.    well,    his    loss    (    even    though    it    did    stung.    it    always    did.    )    “    sage,    I    don't    wanna    blow    up    your    plans,    okay?    you    were    talking    about    having    a    ‘    me    day    ’    right?    don't    let    my    dating    bullshit    get    in    the    way.    I'll    go    because    of    the    cheer    squad    and    to    make    sure    the    photographer    takes    pictures    for    the    yearbook,    but    then    I'll    just    come    back    to    the    dorm    when    I    have    the    chance.    you    don't    need    to    worry    about    me.    ”

offers      a      gentle      smile      ,      one      that      resembles      the      sun.      nimble      digits      signal      the      other      to      spin      around      as      honeyed      irises      admire      the      view      in      front      of      her      :      LOOKS      LIKE      A      PRINCESS      ,      royalty      !            ❛      sage      ,            trust      me      ,      you      look      gorgeous.      just      let      me      know      if      you'd      like      anything      fixed.      ❜             one      last      glance      at      the      dress      she      made      ,      smile      suddenly      becomes      wider      ,      PROUD      ,      it's      perfect      !