#manybruises

charlotte: i'm sorry charlotte: i've been trying forever to figure out the right thing to say. but everything i come up with just makes me feel like a fucking asshole charlotte: i didn't want it to be like this, i didn't want you to find out like this charlotte: can you please just answer me? kimmy's been asking about you

"i'm pretty sure i'm going to have nightmares about this later." jack motioned to the room in front of them, one of the many parties jack's been dragged to since she started fake dating them several months back. jack looked around the packed living room —where they stood in a mansion in malibu. "and this is definitely a fire hazard." a few drunken faces looked familiar. some ran in the same circles as jack and some had been on the sketch show she wrote for. the brunette liked staying behind the scenes. her stomach lurched at the thought of the other bringing attention on her. she still wasn't quite used to cuddling up in front of paparazzi. it's the right thing to do, she told herself. besides, dating a rockstar had been boosting jack's social status like crazy. she was getting event invites from tons of people, but only showed at the ones the other could attend too. "you so owe me in-n-out after this, dude. i'm not going home without it. you'll be stuck with me forever."

" if spending every night in your bed has no meaning , then what are we ? "

                   “      i      just      don't      think      i      can      do      this      anymore     .     .     .      we're      too      far      gone     ,      you      know      ?      ”

mina: hey mina: when are you free? mina: i think i have a few clothes and jewelry at your place that i need to pick up still

"we have approximately..." cora checked her phone as she walked into the hotel room, tugging her baseball cap off her head. she ran her fingers through her brown locks, dropping the phone and hat on the hotel desk. "two hours before he calls asking where i am." cora had been on set doing 14 hour shoots all month, so this was her first visit on the european leg of man down's tour. she took a few steps toward the other, hand reaching up to run her digits through their hair gently. "so? tell me everything. how have the shows been? are you giving your life in la up to become a proper european?" she put on a bad english accent on near the end of the sentence, a teasing grin splashed across her face.

loud music filtered through his ears the moment he stepped through the threshold . had to push through throngs of bodies to get closer to what he needed a drink . mouth dry as he pathed toward the kitchen , yearning for the familiar burn down his throat . required something to forget the past couple weeks , had been spending too much time in his head that day . on his excursion he bumps into someone . the collision makes him stumble back a bit . regaining his footing he's met with ... all air is vacated from his lungs at once . somehow , it was the one person he'd been intent on evading . he needed that drink . n o w . " uhm sorry ' bout that . my bad . " | closed for @manybruises .