#startstellar

Lincoln was constantly torn between wanting to spend all her time holed up in her bed with her journal, and wanting to get out and meet people. She had finally managed to work up the nerve to go out and try to meet people, or get to know the people she already did know a little better. She was struggling to actually find someone to talk to though so when she finally did spot a familiar face, she approached the immediately. “Hi!” she exclaimed, maybe with a bit too much enthusiasm. “I mean, hi,” she corrected in a much calmer voice. “What’s up?”

Benji mindlessly tapped his fingers on the table before him, the rhythm stolen from one of his newer songs, yet warped into something impatient and rushed. He always hated these parts of tours – in between shows, when he was forced into press or rehearsals or anything else that wasn’t nearly as exhilarating or worth his time as performing in front of so many people. He huffed out a long breath, abruptly irritated, at the sight of a familiar face approaching, somebody from the tour that clearly didn’t understand that he was busy buried deep in his own thoughts. “I’m just going to sleep until it’s tomorrow.” He mumbled as soon as the other was in hearing distance in lieu of a greeting, as though it wasn’t early in the afternoon and like he had any control over his schedule. “And nobody’s allowed to wake me before then.”

“Oof,” Zara said looking down at her phone before looking at the person in front of her, “That ‘I miss you’ text is really something ex’s can’t help themselves with, huh,” she asked liking to keep her past in her past.