#optacity

atlas isn’t the type to back down on a dare, this one no different. a girl broke one of his friend’s heart and in retaliation, said friend dared him to make the female fall for him then leave her hanging. familiar with the ways of the game. he was the perfect candidate. that is why he’s now on a date with the victim, a charming smile across his face. “ so, what are you looking for in a relationship? ” women liked men who can be open about their feelings he had been in one too many of them, and he’s an expert in lying. this should be easy.

“ i  . . .   think  the  kid  spends  more  time  on  his  ass  than  his  feet ,  or  skates .  “   it’s  said  with  a  narrowed  gaze  out  on  the  rink ,  where  the  young  boy  is  shuffling  back  to  his  feet  and  scurrying  after  a  puck .  he  leans  in  a  bit  closer  to  the  his ,  laughter  already  trickling  out .  “  i  think  we  have  the  worst  player  on  the  team .  “   garrett’s  head  shakes  and  arms  fold  across  his  chest .   “  boy  had  to  pick  the  one  sport  i  can’t  help  him  with .  “

One thing Parker liked about working at the gym was being able to use the facility after hours, and outside of his work schedule. The gym had just officially closed for non-staff and the male was casually lifting weight when he spotted Hayden. He had worked with him a few times but usually ended up not having much to do with him although that didn’t stop him from checking him out whenever he got a chance. “You staying back to work out or do you have some fun plans for the night?” He asked out, his hands still on the handles of the machines, arms hanging above him.

     he could never get enough of being near the other male, the dull background noise of the tv holding nowhere near as much of elijah’s attention as the feeling of simply brushing his thumb in small circles absently against his boyfriend’s arm. it was comforting in a way that he couldn’t quite explain   —   having an arm wrapped around bentley to hold him in close as every now and again elijah turned his head just enough to nudge his nose softly against the dark mess of hair next to him. after the time they’d had to spend apart  -  the time that he had messed up  -  for a while he had truly been afraid of never having that all too familiar feeling of warmth again. he had missed just being able to hold onto the other as the fleecy blanket protected them from the outside world, meaning it was just the two of them underneath the cover as he cleared his throat gently.   “   bents…   ”   the word was barely a whisper, the touches so second nature that he wasn’t even sure if the other was even still awake as brown eyes pulled over to try and work it out.   “   —   d’you want to go back to bed?  ”  their bed. they’d lived together for a few weeks and yet it was still something elijah couldn’t get used to as his words barely raised enough to break through the quiet. they could sleep on the couch. if bentley had already drifted off then he had no deserve to disturb him by moving from the curled up position the two of them had found themselves wrapped up in. either way a soft smile pulled to his lips at the thought, unable to help pulling his boyfriend a little closer in against him as he pressed a small kiss to the top of the other’s head. it was nice, and he’d rather have the sore neck from sleeping on the couch then risk ruining a moment of that as fingertips pushed gently back through the other dark in an absent action that let him know he was there. 

a year could be a hell of a long time, nevertheless he had never forgotten her face, her soft lips on his skin and the bittersweet promises they had whispered to each other at that time. and then things had turned out differently than expected, their paths had separated abruptly and finn had almost sought the distance, tried to forget her while being in the middle of new york city. and at some point the messages had stopped, the ones he had never answered and yet had read every night. it had been on such a night, a week ago, when he had finally decided to write to her, the alarm had lightened up and shown that it was two minutes past midnight and it had felt right. but now that their meeting was imminent, finn could hardly deny that he was in doubt and that he was nervous. after all, he barely knew the sound of her voice anymore, he didn’t know what she was doing at the moment, what she was interested in now and, above all, what she thought of him. for days he had imagined the worst scenarios—the pessimist in him couldn’t help it but in the end, he guessed, that it would turn out completely different. it could even be possible that mackenzie didn’t even show up, which he honestly could understand after all that had happened, he wouldn’t be mad, because if at all, then he owed her thousands of apologies. and ironically, they had chosen meeting at the place where everything had started. it was the small bookshop near the train station, many antiquarians were sold here. they had talked a lot, understood each other immediately and he missed her. quite a lot actually. he entered the shop and glanced around, he had arrived way too early – one of his sometimes helpful habits – and accordingly he strolled through the many shelves for a while, stopped in front of one, he pulled out one of the books and flipped it open. there were pages, many words and yet he couldn’t concentrate enough to read even one, all he was thinking about was her and what would be the best way to approach her.

@optacity​     /     based.

as long as she’s known jordan, they’ve always been friends that ran in the same circles. if there was a party to be at, they were both there. but they’d never really hung out alone, together. truthfully she didn’t know what to expect, considering she’s only ever really spoken to him when they were fooling around with other people. “you took your damn time.” aubrey teased, pulling him into her home with a gentle tug. “my parents are still on vacation, so make yourself at home.”

mikaela is doing her best to look like she’s enjoying herself in front of the rest of the people at this party, though she’s feeling herself start to fade in enthusiasm. she’d lost her friends long ago and the heels she’s wearing have long since grown uncomfortable as she’s left at the sidelines, drink securely in hand. she needed out. she’d much rather be at home doing something else than standing around bored right now and it does not take for her to go in pursuit of her friend, jordan and just say that she was going to take her exit. after much searching she does soon stumble across him and not surprisingly he’s with his ex, both of them not exactly looking their happiest. she’d never liked the girl and she knew she wasn’t liked either, but it was a mutual dislike kept quiet for fear of him finding out. she’d kept it to herself because she knew she’d rather keep her mouth shut than lose him as a friend but now she’s actually thankful that two had split up, if not for her own selfish reasons of liking him but because he deserved better than what he’d been dealing with. mikaela is quick to head in their direction, standing before them now with a smile etched upon her features as she addresses him. ❛ hey, I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I just needed to speak to you quickly. ❜