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fukvda:

      “o–okay,” says johnny as she takes his hand and pulls him up from the couch. this is getting ridiculous. he feels like he’s in eighth grade all over again and mad crushing on that one girl in his science class, only this time, he doesn’t have acne. johnny leans against the counter next to the fridge, crossing one leg over the other as his arms follow suit. “you always get here so early? on any other day, i can’t even wake up before noon, let alone get outta bed.”

making johnny nervous is an easier feat than she would’ve thought; she hadn’t expected as much, given his musical repertoire, but she likes the fact that there’s a lot more to him than his sound suggests –– especially when it’s adorable like this. “hmm,” she begins, attention diverted momentarily as she rummages through the fridge for her frozen waffles. “had a class this morning but it got canceled –– university sure has a way of inconveniencing its students by making them get up at ass crack o’dawn for nothing. –– aw, just the plain ones ? no confetti ?” she pouts, a little disappointed by the lack of flavor options, but nonetheless she finds the box of eggos and fishes it out of the fridge, plopping it on the counter before leaning against it as well, face once again inches away from johnny’s, smile borderline smug. “lucky you’re here to keep me company, huh ?”

#『 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷 . conversations 』 #fukvda #shes just . teasing him atthis point NKFSDJNF #im sorry i got rambly again #i love u i love johnny i love this thread amen

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dolefvl:

little did she know, she truly is his favorite person to hang out with, despite knowing kenan and alek and all his friends back home for longer, there is something special about the time they spend together, something so easy and low maintenance about the whole thing. while that is true, there’s also some sort of anxiety surrounding the whole thing, making him feel like everything he says and does is wrong. “don’t get me started, freedom is simultaneously the most exciting and scariest thing that is out there looming over my head.” well, maybe the second most exciting and scariest thing, his feelings for her would probably be first. her slip up is not unnoticed, but he thinks it might just be a mistake, tries not the think too much of it. if it’s just a mistake, then she didn’t mean what she accidentally said, right? “i guess you’re right, that is the only logical answer to this predicament we’re in,” he says, wanting to reach out and place his hand on her leg, but keeping it gripping the steering wheel firmly and tightly, as if that is the only thing keeping his hand there. he pulls into the right lane to turn closer to campus, listening to the sped up beating of his heart.

they’re treading along very, very dangerous territory now, the boundary between friends and more something she knows she shouldn’t be crossing –– nicola had never been good with temptation, but this time, she knows she has to try her goddamn hardest. “that’s a fair point.” she muses, fingers twirling strands of her already wavy hair. “there’s just something about having no one looking over your shoulder anymore that’s so ... strange, don’t you think ? i mean ...” she shifts in her position, frame turning towards the boy in the driver’s seat a bit more now. “the whole concept of freedom is so beautiful, don’t get me wrong .. but there’s just the danger of –– what you choose to do with it ? like, what would you want to do most, right now, if there were no consequences ?” she has an answer to her own question, sitting at the tip of her tongue –– but she knows better than to tell him; in her reality, there were consequences to the feelings she knew better to stow away. he says nothing about her slip up, thankfully ( or not ? at this point she isn’t sure what she wants ), but addison’s words make nicola smile regardless. “i’m always free.” she tries to speak casually, though she can’t deny the way her heart begins to rapt against her chest; around him, nicola’s edges are a lot softer, her guard down and near abandoned ( and like freedom, it’s scary and exciting at the same time ). “will lennie be waiting for us ? or is it just us two taking over your room today ? wouldn’t want to disturb anyone else with my teeth chattering ... you’re the lucky sole audience for that.” 

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“i know. i’m a genius like that.” daphne smirks and flips her hair dramatically before propping her elbow on the table, chin resting in the palm of her hand. “hmmm, i don’t know. whatever they have in trader joe’s freezer section? they have, like, raspberries, blueberries, mangoes. the gold mine of frozen fruit. so, leave that textbook and let’s take a trip to the grocery store.” she’s already getting up and closing her own laptop, stowing it safely in its case ( she’s not going to destroy this one this time ) and in her backpack. "don’t you already know studying with me gets nothing done?” she chides teasingly, smile on her lips. daphne likes to think her and nicola make two sides of a balancing act, though she’s not sure whose side it tips in favor most of the time. at least nicola’s there to hold her back should daphne try anything horribly drastic, and she’ll always be there to drag nicola into some silly scheme, like racing shopping carts at 2 am. 

“don’t let it get to your head.” she quips without skipping a beat, a similar smirk on her face as she watches the other ponder. “mangoes ! or strawberries –– or mangoes and strawberries, mmm. now that’s a winning combination.” nicola nods, as if asserting her choice. daphne’s words ring true to her; she should know better, at this point, than to bring the other girl along for study trips, but she likes ( likes being the operative word here ) to pretend there’s a balance to them, still. sometimes, at least. as daphne stuffs her laptop inside her case nicola is swift in her reaction, slamming the hopelessly abandoned textbook shut before stuffing it within the confines of her own messenger bag. “you’re a temptress.” nicola claims, rolling her eyes, though the fondness in her voice betrays her. “your place, then ? are you sure your roomie won’t mind the mess –– another mess, rather ?”

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“so sorry i’m late.” are her first words through the door, rushing in with a disgruntled expression, apologetic tone. it’s only by a few minutes, less than fifteen, even; but nicola values her time, and she’s certain other people do, too, which is why she tries her best to stay punctual –– without, however, taking into account how the universe occasionally conspires against her.  “fucking uber drivers can drive me fucking insane, sometimes; i hope i didn’t keep you waiting too long.” the studio’s empty, save her and the fiery haired artist, and as soon as nicola readies her things by the keyboard she glances up at ezra, features softened in a warm, slightly excited smile; one of the things she’s most grateful to the b side for is the opportunity for friendship with talented and powerful women –– ezra is no exception, and nicola can’t help the endearment she feels towards the older girl, just as passionate about the music as she is. “you have anything new written up ?” she asks, fingers running across the keys effortlessly, softly. “i think i’ve got something you might like; was wondering if you could sing out the lyrics for me.”

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[ imsg → paul mccartney ] im on my fourth cup of coffee n im only halfway done with this textbook fuck this commercialized education system

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fukvda:

      was nicola always this touchy with everyone else? johnny wracked his brain for a time he’d seen her pet someone else’s face, and so far, he was coming up blank. “a t—ah.” he could feel his face heat up even more at the implication of—you know what. he wasn’t going there this early in the morning. “yeah, i, uh…my allergies must be actin’ up lately or something.” torn between relief and disappointment when nicola pulled her hand away, johnny cleared his throat. “you know, there should be some eggos left in the freezer.” he’d know because he had some for dinner last night.

"are you ... all good ?” he’s a little flustered, and maybe a part of her knows why – but there’s no fun in spelling it out, and really, he’s kind of precious this way ( besides, she’s probably wrong anyway; who’d be interested in her ? ). “... right.” nicola nods, unconvinced, but she doesn’t push it any further ( though the amused smile on her face probably gives it away ). “eggos, huh ? brunch of champions.” she remarks, pushing herself off the couch before taking johnny’s hand, enjoining him to stand up with her. “c’mon,” nicola smiles, hand pulling on his frame even tighter. “let’s get at it.”

#『 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷 . conversations 』 #fukvda #this is so late !! n so bad im sorry :--( #forgive me

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fukvda:

      huge fan. hah. she was a huge fan of his, imagine that. johnny did his best to procure a smile that didn’t look like a flustered grimace, shifting around in his seat. fucking damn, he was such a nervous wreck around her, and for what? it wasn’t like she was going to jump him or anything. c’mon. “nah, it’s just early for me, so i dozed…” off. either johnny was on drugs (likely), or nicola was touching his face right now. no, not touching—petting. he laughed awkwardly. “do i—do i got something on my face, or?”

she doesn’t mean to be so touchy, really ( well – she doesn’t mean to elicit reactions from people, rather ) ! but the red patch on his face is hard to ignore. “mmm–– either you’ve gotten attacked by an overgrown tomato,” she begins, thumb swiping circles against johnny’s cheek softly, “or the other side of your cheek hasn’t been getting much action with the couch.” nicola’s a little disappointed the mark hasn’t disappeared completely, but when she figures there’s not much left she can do her hand falls back to her side, though she’s still close in proximity to the other. “you hungry ?” she asks, glancing over at the second floor refrigerator. “i’m fuckin’ starved.”

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fukvda:

      “yeah, something like that.” johnny manages an easy smile, though his eyes are heavy with sleep and his cheek’s got a bright red mark on it from where he’d been leaning into his fist—unbeknownst to him. he glances over at her sheet music, curious. was nicola working on her own music?? or was that just band stuff? “not with me right now, but, uh,” a cough. “you know, i’ve been writing verses, making some beats. i’m trying to take my time with releasing stuff so people don’t dismiss me as a soundcloud rapper or something.”

he’s a little disheveled, funnily – endearingly – enough, and nicola cocks her head to the side with a crooked smile. “ooh.” she nods, understanding; it’s hard to be taken seriously as musicians sometimes – especially if you don’t have the money to be remembered seriously. “well, let me know, yeah ? i’d love to be of help somehow; again, huge fan.” but the state he’s in grows more apparent, and she can’t help but laugh, amused. “been here ... quite a while, haven’t you ?” nicola muses, adjusting her position so she’s sitting on her knees atop the couch, hand reaching out to rub at the other’s red mark. 

#fukvda #『 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷 . conversations 』 #this . was garbage im sorry i jwu!!!

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dolefvl:

as he puts the car into reverse to back out of the parking spot, he steals a look at her sitting beside him. it just seems right, to have her in the car seat next to him, to have her ready for any adventure. part of him does not want to drive to his dorm, part of him wants to drive to the closest beach or drive anywhere else, just to get to spend the time with her, but he instead starts on the route he knows like the back of his hand, as he drives it often, whether he is driving in real life or going over it in his dreams. the music starts and he nods his head along to the beat, trying not to read too much into the lyrics. in his mind, he has a habit of making rainbows out of rain clouds, of making something out of nothing, she he instead focuses on the things she is saying. “it’s been alright, better now that i’ve got company,” he says, the line a throw away and not the truest thing he could have said. he had company all day, was with people since the morning, it’s just her company that brightens his day like no one else’s. he laughs. “that’s a funny joke, they suck and i so desperately want to be done with school already, it seems cruel that i still have a year left. how are you? what’s been going on? once a week just isn’t enough to get the full nicola life story.”

a part of her fantasizes about them taking a break from everything, just for the briefest of moments: just her and addison, standing in the sun. nicola’s learnt not to indulge in dangerous things, of course, though having the male in her peripheral makes it a bit more of a challenge. “it’s been said i’m the best company to be around; you’ve chosen wisely.” she quips, gaze shifting to the view outside her window. washington goes by in an almost blur; she can make out familiar coffee shops, cinemas –– places she’s now come to regard as home, next to a person who’s just like home, too. and as big a fan of music she is, well – even the song playing now fades in comparison to his laugh. “just about a year or so left, right ?? then, ah, sweet freedom.” nicola nods, smiling encouragingly ( she notes: it’s a lot easier, smiling more genuinely around him ). when he tosses the question back at her she runs combs her fingers through her hair absently, pausing as if to construct her words properly. “school’s as manageable as it gets; hard to be around stressful people, sometimes, though ... thank god for you– people like you, hm.” she grins, despite her mind working on overdrive at her near slip. apparently, however, it doesn’t seem to stop there. “not enough, huh ?” eyebrows arch, and before she can stop herself the words “guess we need to spend more than just wednesdays together, then.” and while she tries to play it off with a teasing laugh, her brain can only chant shit, fuck, shoot me now.

#dolefvl #『 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷 . conversations 』