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                   hearing kaleb reassure her things would be different, she couldn’t deny the foolish smile on display. she couldn’t help but feel as though maybe things were working out too well, something that rarely happened lately when it came down to them working on their problems and feelings. she pushed those thoughts aside though, not wanting to overthink anything that may cause additional problems. the blonde gladly returned his kiss, unable to keep her hands to herself after having to wait so long. her gaze turns to see roxanne had joined, hesitantly letting her hands drop to her side because technically, he hadn’t broken up with the brunette yet. she feels as though something bad were bound to happen when she hears the other female’s words, eyes shifting between each of them until she leaves.  ❝ yeah... alright, eight. ❞ she nods, a new smile surfacing before pressing a kiss against his cheek.  ❝ see you at eight, boyfriend.  ❞ exaggerating his new label was a bit childish, but after everything they’d endured she felt it was fitting and very much deserved. valerie had gone through her entire closet a good three times before finally settling on a nice little red dress, though she still wasn’t that satisfied, but once she answered the door and heard his compliment she felt a bit better.  ❝ why thank you, you look pretty good yourself. um, come in, i just have to go get my heels on.  ❞ she mumbles with a small smile, tugging gently on his hand to pull him towards her room.  ❝ soo... have you talked to roxanne ? i mean, i’m not rushing you but it just feels kinda wrong -- even though she’s kinda a bitch, but whatever. ❞

roman was here for a good time ---- or more so, he was here because his friends had begged him to go out with them. the male wasn’t much for parties, mostly because when people got drunk they all made him want to punch them in the face. they acted ridiculous, then they blamed the alcohol. it was rather annoying, really. over the music he could hear a male shouting something, looking around for a moment he finally spotted the male yelling at a smaller female. walking towards the scene, his words were more clear -- spending his time calling the girl a whore, a slut and multiple variations to entertain his buddies. it was sad, really. ❝  hey, why don’t you shut the fuck up before i kick your ass, yeah? what you doing talking to a girl like that? ❞ he spoke up, hand falling to gently push the female behind him in case the guy tried anything.  ❝ you and your friends here should go get yourself some water and act your damn age, fucking losers. spending your time at a party wasted yelling at your, lemme guess -- she’s your ex? yelling at your ex when you could be moving on with your damn life and finding a new girlfriend. ❞ he shakes his head, eyes shifting between the guys.  ❝ go on, shoo. ❞ he waited to be sure they left the area, finally facing the femme.  ❝ you alright? he hurt you?  ❞

   the duo were going in circles and usually dawson would walk away but he’s amused. drawing his figure back for a few moments, he stares right at her with his lips completely shut for the time she spoke. her words moving past him as if they were nothing, they meant nothing and to dawson, right now, they were useless. chuckling, he wants to taunt her. “do something about it,” he raises his voice so there was no disconnect or misinterpretation between the two. itching at his throat, he smiles wickedly. “hit me, kiss me. just do something about it.” he tells her, stepping closer and lower so his face was in front of hers.

charity was intended to be the designated driver for her friends, mostly due to the fact they knew by the time she’d entered the house she would have already found a way to take at least three shots. however, the femme instead grabbed a bottle of vodka for herself and left the party, wanting to have the others stranded there because honestly, she was just a little petty tonight. for the first time in a while, she didn’t even feel like drinking. humming along as she wandered around the dimly lit park, she stopped in her tracks when she heard what sounded like guys arguing. at first she figured others from the party had snuck off as well, so naturally she assumed it to be people she knew. but she wasn’t that naive, she quietly followed the voices just in case the men were indeed strangers. there were a few thick trees, and in all the suspenseful movies she’d seen that seemingly was a good place to eavesdrop so the brunette stood behind one, her head just barely peeping out to attempt to get a good look at the guys who were now shouting. just as she began to get comfortable, the sound of a gun followed by one of the two dropping was enough to cause her to jump back some and cover her mouth but for some reason the male had decided to look her way/ ❝ oh, shit ! ❞ she still whispered, as if it would change the fact she’d been spotted, before taking off away from the now crime scene. she turned around for a split second, throwing the liquor bottle at him in attempt to slow him down. really, it was simply a terrified impulsive decision.

only bad things ?! nah not even <3 i can say your writing is absolutely one of my favorite things about your blog like i know i’m always going to be in awe with a reply from you AND YES I CAN WAIT AS LONG AS YOU NEED I’LL STILL LOVE IT AS MUCH but then your muses like ?! can i even ?! jason is already my bby & i’m telling you it’s only going to get worst with the new things & i absolutely love seeing some spanish on my dash can’t help <3

I KNOW BUT I’M STILL DEBATING !!!!!!! I MEAN I’M USING HIM AS A LIL SIDE MUSE ATM FOR A THREAD BUT I’M STILL UNSURE ABOUT FULLING ADDING HIM DSJKGBSD

WHY WHAT DID I DO

IM GLAD YOU FOUND THE KINDNESS IN YOU HEART TO B NICE