i hate you, i love you.

@badassteller  /  dear zach or vesta, — college. a seven-letter word that perfectly wrapped up the chaos of trying to figure out how to be an adult and wanting to have the time of your life. and while he should be studying, his friends convinced him to go to the party that he was currently standing at. pale digits gripped around the red solo cup as his eyes darted across the room; until he saw them. his tongue swiped across his lips, and a bit of liquid courage had him walking over to them with ease. “— think we have lit together. i’m caelan.”

pippa wellington.  he read that name about a thousand times the night before. he rubbed at the paper; thinking the ink was a misprint and would rub away. of course she was casted. they had incredible chemistry in their last on-screen relationship; but that’s because they were in love last time — before everything crashed and burned, before the sound of her name caused his heart to clench. he wanted to be numb; so he popped a few pills the next morning before heading to set. but even the roxy couldn’t completely numb the sensation that moved across his frame when his eyes landed on her and her beautiful lips parted — she was far from glad to see him, that was known. “and it is you, it seems.”, he drawled as his eyes lingered on her porcelain features. “— must be a punishment to work with me, huh?”

when the words fell from her lips, his eyes flickered upward as he turned his head to look at her. immediately, his eyes are searching the way the material draped her petite frame. and after a moment  ( of looking like a complete and utter moron whilst staring ), a smile curled onto his features. “— i think you look beautiful.”