#liqhtbeamed

                 her  eyes  kept  shifting  from  her  muse  to  her  sketchbook.  some  might  it  call  it  creepy  to  be  creepy  but  from  an  artist's  standpoint,  it  was  normal.  besides,  it  wasn't  like  anyone  was  going  to  see  the  sketch.  it  was  most  likely  to  stay  on  the  page  of  her  book  where  all  the  rest  are.  hearing  the  ping  from  her  cellphone  she  realizes  that  a  class  of  hers  is  going  to  start  soon  she  begins  packing  up  her  belongings.  the  last  thing  she  collects  is  her  sketchbook  and  turns  around  only  to  come  colliding  with  something  or  rather  someone.  everything  including  her  book  collapses  out  of  her  hand.  she  pays  no  mind  to  it  instead  muttering  out  apologies  only  to  realize  who  it  was  she  bumped  into.  when  she  looks  down  she  sees  her  book  is  opened  and  it's  opened  onto  the  page  with  their  face  on.  without  even  having  to  look  into  a  mirror  she's  positive  she's  a  bright  shade  of  red  on  the  face.      “  i  can  explain  this.  ”  

it wasn’t exactly a secret that the current relationship riley involved herself was the farthest from healthy but that happened to be her downfall. she was uncapable of leaving people behind - even if they weren’t treating her the way she should be. plus, it only confirmed those doubts when he was standing before her preaching about how she should leave her boyfriend and that she deserved more than she was getting. “he neglects me? i know he loves me. i know it may not seem that way but he does.”

“ your boyfriend doesn’t fucking care about you. he doesn’t treat you right. “ gaze was looked on the other. moving towards them, closing the space between them slightly. “ you know i would treat you good, nothing like that asshole. “ 

           “  sorry i kissed you, that was stupid. let’s just forget about it. ”

          “ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? i really don’t think i’m quite in the mood to be able to deal with that right now. ”

“i feel like you don’t even LISTEN when i talk. what i was saying was SUPER important.” jacob lied. he was really just talking about the LOGISTICS of godzilla getting into a fight with one of the dinosaurs from JURASSIC PARK, but it FELT like something that needed to be discussed. “come on, who would win?”

“are you kidding me with this shit?” there’s not even a warning before quinn’s pushing them away, wiggling out from on top of them and going for a loose cigarette on her bedside table. feelings. such a boner kill. “don’t try and make this something that it’s not, ok? we had an agreement.”

“oh, this is fucked...” the headline ‘watch out virgins!’ had caught his eye, and upon reading the article, a heavy feeling of dread had settled in the pit of his stomach. “i’m fucked. metaphorically, of course. if it were literal i wouldn’t be freaking the fuck out right now. i can’t die a virgin.”