#prcttylittlethings

“i used to run in packs –– groups of friends in different parts of my life, you know?” she explained, shoulders raising and falling in a quick shrug. “until i didn’t. and then i found it hard to let people in like i used to.”

“What the fuck’s your problem anyway? You’re just mad at me for no reason?”

The town hasn’t changed in four years. His first stop is at the gas station at the end of main street, and after filling up his tank, Bryson decides to walk the length of the strip. He knows that he never should have showed his face in this town again, especially considering the way that he left. He’d been a boy back then. A stupid boy who made selfish decisions, and man he is now isn’t much wiser, but he’s at least not as much of a coward. His feet carry him to the longtime family home of his ex-fiancée, and a ball rolls in his direction, bumping into his shoe. Bryson bends over to pick it up, greeted by the sight of a child as he straightens up. The child can’t be more than four years old. “Here ya go, kiddo. You aren’t out here by yourself, are ya?” 

Lulu collapsed onto the blanket the moment they laid it out and dropped their belongings.  It was quite a hike to get to the secret beach but it was well worth it considering there was nobody around as far as the eye could see, it was just the two of them and the vast expanse of beach.  “You know when you suggested a beach day I was thinking something more along the lines of getting drunk and skinny dipping... but I’m sure the view will be worth it once I catch my breath.”

"How can I possibly trust you? After all you've done."

caleb knocks on the bathroom door, “babe? can i come in?” he was feeling nervous, the pair had been tryinng to conceive for a little while, without much luck. he leans against the door as he waits for an answer, “what does the test say?” caleb was curious to know, he couldn’t wait much longer. 

"when have you ever known me to dance?” tobias asked, his eyes barely lifting from the medical journal he’d buried himself in for at least the last hour. he might not be at the hospital, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be busy preparing himself in his off hours. “there’s no music either, and i’m not sure i want to hear your rendition of time of my life.” he chuckled to himself, only just lifting his head to look at the other. “are you being serious?”