he worked his ass off tonight in order to get home as quickly as possible. shuffling around the restaurant like his life depended on it. it was a little exhausting, but with the way people were tipping him, ari thinks he ought to put effort in more often. he couldn’t get his mind off of the text messages from earlier, it was the only thing he could think about all night. so by the time he finally made it to holden’s place he was riled up, skipping every other step until he’s made it to the male’s door. & once it was open, he wasn’t wasting any time closing the space between them, pulling back for only a minute to mumble,  ❛ did you miss me? ❜

       ❛ was that supposed to be funny or were you actually intending to sound like an idiot? ❜

       ❛ why are you coming home so late? were you with him? ❜

    ❛ you wouldn’t have by any chance, uhm.. found my bra in your car, have you? ❜

      ❛ why do you keep looking at me like that? if you have something to say, say it. ❜

“ would you even think about being in one of my videos ? pretty please ? ”

“ ok -- this is totally lame, but.. you seem to be enjoying the show, so i thought i’d tell you that this is my dads band. if you want to go backstage afterwards, i can definitely get you there. ”

“ you -- you’ve got a little frosting on your nose.. ”