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            sutton,  an  angel  !!  cares  big  big  big  about  the  oceans  and  marine  life,  i  have  this  headcanon  that  when  she  was  a  little  girl  she  was  playing  on  the  beach  and  some  shithead  little  kids  were  messing  with  a  sea  urchin  in  the  tide  pools  so  sutton  came  over  to  tell  them  to  cut  it  out  and  one  of  the  kids  picked  up  a  small  rock  and  threw  it  at  her.  it  hit  her  just  under  the  left  eye  and  she  has  a  little  scar  there  from  it.  it’s  a  story  her  dad  still  tells  about  her,  to  anyone  who  will  listen.  he  was  ridiculously  proud  she  decided  to  stand  up  and  say  something.

         indie was focused on the pot of coffee in front of her, groaning impatiently as her head pounded, a hangover now raging full force. “ why did you let me have that last tequila shot last night ? ” she questioned, her voice raspy and tired. she looked over at them before hopping up on the counter and stuffing her hands in her sweatshirt pocket. “ it’s completely your fault. i wasn’t even drinking that much until you showed up... ” she pointed out, nodding to herself. 

bentley being the sweet boy he was he figured that it would be cool and cute if he matched with his best friend at prom --- like it was their last year and basically their time to shine at prom. there he was currently laying in his bed as he just had the random thought to call them up and just ask randomly what color they were wearing to prom, just out of curiosity almost. the boy picked up his phone that had currently been placed neatly on his bed next to them as he quickly unlocked it, and pressed the small telephone button next to their name. patiently he waited for their familiar voice to come through the phone. now the brunette was mentally preparing himself to ask those type of questions hoping that they didn’t catch on or it would at least be his lame attempt at asking them to go with him.

     she didn’t know what felt worse. foolishly holding expectations of a confession and happily ever after, or watching as he paraded after someone else. rei had always been known for his relationships ending as quickly as they began, but churi was sure she had felt something different. though perhaps maybe all those girls did. maybe she fell for the same slick tricks they did. only, no matter how hard she thought about it she couldn’t remember him making any kind of move on her. she had fallen on her own. the realization is what brought her at the makeshift bar of the house party. she  accepted drink after drink, and at some point she had forgot where she was or why she came. but people were so nice, and dancing with another boy was easy when he led the way and all she had to do was sway; the feeling of hands pressed firmly on her waist. one hand of her own resting on his shoulder while the other clutched her drink. and if she closed her eyes she could pretend it was rei...--- as if he could hear her thoughts his hand had taken hold of hers, and she was following him out of the floor, and into the cool night. the moment breeze touches her face she’s yanking her hand back. indignant all of a sudden. “what was that for? he was nice!” she protested, stumbling a few steps back from him. “what happened to that.. girl you were with, i’m sure she’s missing you right about now..” the memory causing her to bring drink back to her lips and down the rest without thinking. “i need another one..” she pouted as she held out her cup.

       why did he let his brother talk him into meeting? yixing didn’t know, why he even agreed. he blames it on that soft spot he may or may not have for his brother. sitting at the agreed upon restaurant the male sighed. fingers running through his freshly dyed hair. his hair much darker than the last time he had seen his brother. ( and the other for that matter. ) yixing sent several threatening texts to his brother when he showed up late. never realizing his brother was going to be bringing company along with him. hearing his voice, eyes leave his phone and jump to his brother. soon his eyes locked on a face he hadn’t seen in a long time. wasn’t this just ironic and funny? his brother was now seeing his very own ex. if he wasn’t so surprised he might have laughed. might have stood up and left the table, not wasted his time. he was surprised and that left enough time for both to sit down at the table. “well, i didn’t think you’d be bringing company along.” yixing might be talking to his brother but he staring at the other. “long time no see-- i guess that would be to you both.” 

     it had gotten to the point where he had found her in his gallery more often than he found himself. each time there was a strange fluttering in the space of his chest that he hated, but sought after at the same time. with the way her eyes darted towards him, and then to the painting he knew she had no interest in he wondered if she felt the same. he had tried to appear disinterested as he approached her, as casual as possible and he just hoped she didn’t notice the way his hands were clenching and unclenching the closer he got to her. “what do you need from me convict?” he teased jokingly as his eyes admired the work of his latest street artist. how fitting it seemed that the image before them displayed a man and a woman on opposites side of the same wall, looking at it as if hoping if they stared at it long enough they’d be able to see each other through the brick of their own stubbornness. “not that i don’t appreciate this random visits, but just out of concern or whatever --- is everything okay?” it was only then did he bring his eyes to rest on her. wanting to ensure that she wouldn’t lie to him.

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