#savedapologies

      torrento watches her enter the restaurant, mentally prepared for the shitshow that's going to pop off by the time the night is over. he knew paparazzi were going to get the wrong idea and he knew he was going to get a text from his girlfriend before they even got to the main entreé but the blond also knew he couldn't stay away. ❝ sorry it's super public but i promise you the pasta here is the best you'll ever have. ❞ he states, standing up to pull her chair out ––- something he doesn't do. guess you can change a man with how good you suck his dick. ❝ you want a drink? ❞

BENJI: the bed feels empty

@savedapologies

“ no, kyle ! i DIDN’T fucking hit him. how am i supposed to know where he got the fucking bruise from? the last time i even saw him was christmas. ” and by him, hayden meant his brother. the male had stepped into another room, away from the hearing range of his siblings and mother. he told kyle that he didn’t want to come, he knew it’d turn into another fight he wasn’t up for dealing with. “ fucking drop it, alright ?”

“What do you think? Should we keep him?”

Wesley sighed as his trembling fingers ran through his dark, unruly locks. “I just need some time, I’m trying to think straight. I just need a moment in my own space,” he explained as his tongue swiped across his lower lip before his brown hues made contact with the black Converse that resided on his feet. “Ask me how I’m doing and I’ll say ‘okay,’ but ain’t that what we all say?” Wesley asked as he took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling trying to hold in the emotions that he so desperately wanted to let out. 

         she never enjoyed being told what to do, especially by the hands of someone she lacked RESPECT for. a harsh glare thrown the other’s way, biting her tongue knowing that the following words she’d say amidst the ANGER and IRRITATION would only be filled with REGRET. ‘ are you done yelling at me ? ’

      he was drunk. that much was clearly obvious and that much was clearly not going to change any time soon. he felt bad for the fact that gemma had to deal with flashing lights and helping him from out of the club but he'd thank her later ––– probably with another pair of shows. it's been six months. six long months with her and he's never been happier. ❝ why'd you let me take all those shots? ❞ he asked, once the two climbed into the backseat of their car. a hand grabs at her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip. ❝ baby you're so pretty. you know that? my girlfriend is so fucking beautiful, just amazing. so lucky. ❞