#thread 001.

walking down the crowded hallway on the familiar path to her best friend’s locker, wren turned to look to see her best friend since basically birth inches from his new girlfriend Morgana’s face. she debated turning around, decking behind someone before either of them caught her in their sights. wren wasn’t sure why seeing her best friend in a new relationship was such an annoyance to the girl. shouldn’t she be happy for him? shouldn’t she want him to be happy, and it wasn’t that she wasn’t it was just, seeing them together for some reason brought on an irratated feeling and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at their whole love act for the whole school to see on display. before she could turn away jay made not of her and she tried to play her eye roll off as something being in her eye and stared awkwardly at the other female. morgana was naturally beautiful, tall, and pretty much the opposite of wren, which wren wasn’t sure why she felt the need to suddenly compare the two of them. “hey guys, hey morgana, I love your shirt.” wren said trying her best to seem unbothered by the sight of the two of them together, and she was trying to make an effort with morgana for jay’s sake but it always came off super forced and uncomfortable. 

Being in the police station alone was enough to make her feel like her heart may drop out of her chest and onto the floor, but being a witness? Well, that came with its own string of complications and way for her to end up hurt or even worse. Lakynn’s eyes drifted closed for a moment, but she quickly discovered that this was a bad idea when all she could see was the stark red of blood against the concrete. 

Pulled from her reverie by a voice, her brows perked at the familiarity of the sound. Fingers curled into the hem of her shirt as her eyes reopened, drifting upwards to meet a familiar face. “Jordan?”  she asked, her voice trembling horribly.

“look I know you have the maturity level of a six year old, but is there anyway we could bump that up to the very least someone in their late teens.” katherine snapped quickly at the male that sat beside her in the restaurants booth. katherine was always a little brash, to say the least, however tonight she was especially on edge at that made her a little quicker to snap. her best friend and probably the love of her life had just announced not only was he back in town but he had a fianceé that he definitely didn’t have when he left for his business trip. it was like the news of him telling her rang in her ears, as if someone was screaming it through a megaphone. ....and my fianceé este malachi let the words fall from his lips with such a causality she almost spat out her overpriced martini. it was like those words had suddenly made her realize everything she could of had was slipping out of her grisp, not that it was hers to begin with. malachi and her had always walked a very thin line of close friends to something a little bit more, yet now when he revealed he was going to marry someone else it became so apparent she preferred that latter. which leads us to how she ended up her, with him, and the him was charlie. the two of them shared an acquaintance that sometimes bordered on friendship yet always seemed to have an annoyance aspect to it. so when it came to trying to think of someone to make malachi jealous she thought of him, and honestly it wasn’t as if she had many more prospects. so here they were, fake dating, and waiting for her friend and his fianceé to arrive. “also could you pretend that you like me more, we aren’t fully anyone, here put your arm around me.” she said grabbing his arm and draping it over her shoulder.

@tenderrlove

O fato de ser uma grande fã daquelas competições estava longe de ser por conta do dinheiro que ganhava - mesmo que isso fosse um GRANDE bônus - mas por conseguir encontrar amigos que nem sempre era possível, além de alguns que sempre estava vendo porém de todo modo sentia falta; nenhum dos amigos porém a deixava tão animada quanto ficava ao encontrar Caleb, seu melhor amigo a alguns anos, por isso que enquanto ia passear pelo local falando com fãs, amigos e patrocinadores não podia evitar procurar na multidão pelo menino fazendo de seu maior objetivo encontra-lo. 

“ok ok, so here me out on this one, well first...do you have any plans for the holiday season?” matthew said looking across the pool table at  his good friend for most his life patricia. tucking his phone into his front shirt pocket and loosened his tie a little trying to loosen up from the long day that was finishing up. it wasn’t unusual for the male to meet the female at the local bar, play a couple rounds of pool, drink a few pints of beer, and discuss their days. matty was a little more on edge than usual today, seeing that now that his older brother was getting married his father’s questions on just when exactly matty was going to do the same. matty wasn’t like his brother wesley, he wasn’t someone who wanted to give up his freedom that easily just because daddy said so. yes, the male took a job at their father’s law firm, and yes if you were to analyze the male’s actions it would seem as though he was willing to do most things to please father grey. however, the male had no desire to settle down and get married anytime soon, and looking at the female in front of him it made him think of a plan. was it conventional? probably not? but if it worked it might just get his father off his back a little. “what would you say to? well, pretending to be my girlfriend for a few months? just up until wesley’s wedding and then we can plan a break up or something. come on, don’t make me beg, i’ll get the tab tonight if you say yes and whatever else you want, you know within reason.” he said flashing the girl his best puppy dog eyes.   

spread out in front of rosie was her calendar for the next month, blank and was ready for rosie to completely unload her artist abilities all over the pages. over the years, no matter how hard rosie tried she just wasn’t the most of organized people and time always seemed to escape her mind. if she was supposed to be somewhere at a certain time you could probably assume she would be at least twenty minutes late. it wasn’t that she didn’t care, in fact one of rosie’s best traits was how deeply she did care. it was just, as her father used to always say the girl has her mind in the clouds. don’t even get started when she’s working on a project, she can paint for hours before realizing the sun has long gone down and usually when she looks up noah is home from work. long ago noah realized this little habit of rosie’s and one day he came home with a giant paper calendar for rosie to paint and doodle to her heart’s desire and still hopefully manage to keep track of her schedule. grabbing her paint, her box of hundred colored pencils, and her sketching pencils she looked at the blank page in front of her. sighing she wasn’t sure where to start and grabbed her list of things that she had for the month, slowly filling in lunches, date nights, and movie nights with florencia she began filling it in. looking back at the month prior she realized she had never filled in her cycle for that month. confused she looked back at the month before last and saw she had filled in the date, the sixth. well the sixth had come and gone and she thought for a moment had she gotten one last month, this month? taking a moment she counted and realized she was over a month late, no that can’t be right, she thought to herself. counting again she found herself with the same conclusion. biting down on her pencil she tapped it lightly a little nervously. getting up she grabbed her coat, convincing herself this was nothing to worry about, there wasn’t a chance she could be pregnant. right? grabbing goldie’s leash she got the dog she shared with noah ready for walk. “come on boy.” she said trying her best to contain her nerves and both allowing her thoughts to try and convince her she wasn’t expecting. it was a short walk to the corner store and she ran in grabbing the closest pregnancy test. it’s just to know i’m not. she told herself, but what if she was? was she even ready to be a mom? was noah even ready to be that fully committed to her. walking home in a speed, she let charlie run to his bed where he looked up at her concerned. “oh stop i’m fine.” she assured the male pup. running to the bathroom she followed the instructions and placed the test on the sink. three minutes, don’t they have anything faster she thought to herself. trying to keep herself distracted she began moving things in the bathroom, and after what felt like hours her phone’s timer went off. turning the timer off, her hands shaking, she turned and before she could look at the test she heard the door to the apartment opening. grabbing the test she shoved it in the drawer before looking and went out to greet noah. “hunny, hi.” she said her voice and little shaky as she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him softly. “how was your day?”

grabbing his watch that cost more than most people’s car alexander slipped it on and tightened it before looking at the time. a little past nine forty five, he sighed another night another boring party of his parent’s with boring rich people and their meaningless chatter. turning to look into the large golden mirror that stood inside his massive closet he pulled his arms forward buttoning each button on the sleeve of his expensive dress shirt with precise detail. the thread count made in this shirt alone was probably higher than some of the nicer bed sheets out there. the dashwood’s had a very long legacy of being the best, having the best, and well there son was a perfect example of that. naturally born with his father’s rigid jawline, his mother’s dark brown locks, and a face that some had compared to that of a God alexander didn’t need to try hard to bring honor to the dashwood name. however, try hard was something he was always striving for, to be the best you most be the best at all times he told himself as he grabbed his one of a kind custom tailored suit and draped it along his broad shoulders. to some, it might of seen like there was no need to dress up at a party at one’s on home, but to alexander there was nothing less of being perfect. walking his perfect organized closet, one that was the size of a modest studio apartment i might add, he made his way out of his room. walking down his families marble, hard craved staircase he grabbed a couple champagne flutes and took a sip scanning the room. not a single person in this room knew alexander on more than a service level, yet here he was socializing as if they were all long life friends. seeing a familiar face, a young girl, who on many occasion made her distain for the male more than well known find herself in the crowd. “ah Isabel right? what brings you here tonight? the free drinks I assume, I know it’s not something most common folks can afford, please, help yourself.” he said handing her a glass taking a sip from his own, the sound of arrogance dripping from his voice.