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give me a “remember when we used to be friends in high school and we used to intimidate everyone until one day we had a massive fight bc you got involved with the wrong crowd and became a completely different person && the last time i saw you was in the pouring rain and you were crying begging me not to end our friendship — holy fucking shit, you just kissed me and then walked away and completely disappeared from the world ((for whatever reason)) && now it’s been a couple of years and we bump into each other at a coffee shop and fucking hell — you’ve gotten 10x hotter and you look so much happier and i look like the definition of trash but you just commented on how cute i am && fast forward a week and we’re sitting in your apartment and we’re getting high af and there’s so much sexual attention i just wanna climb on your lap and ride you into next week but there’s smth stopping me — is that an engagement ring on your finger or am i just seeing things??” plot
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“many fucking things could have gone wrong.” the boy snapped as he suddenly felt angered by how the female was reacting to him. “maybe it’s my fault for caring for your sorry ass way too much.”
“woah, calm down. i’m fine, okay?
what could’ve possibly gone wrong,
anyway?”
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“i just thought we could have some fun you know.” he shrugged glancing back at his girlfriend, too busy chatting with an old friend. “no one has to know about this.”
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“it’s about time you got home -- what the fuck’s wrong with you do you want to get yourself hurt?”
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&& like this for a starter maybe?
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“i totally know you from somewhere? did you go to easton high? or something like that?”
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tonkinassists:
someone please give me a plot with a frat boy who’s like every normal frat boy. he drinks too much, he parties, and he sleeps with random girls but everything changes when he’s around the girl from back home. the girl that really matters to him. he doesn’t want to admit that he likes her a lot but, that’s what it comes down to when one of the guys in his frat house wants to hook up with her and she’s perfectly willing.
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“she just fell asleep in my bed after the party -- i did not sleep with her.”
“go ahead, explain. i’ll love to hear what excuse you have prepared for this one.”
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a relieved smiled spread onto her brims as he reassured the brunette she was in fact a good girlfriend, and she blinked blandly as she waited for chris to climb into the hardened mattress beside her. it wasn’t the least bit comfortable at all, and maybe having the warmth of his flesh beside her would cause the pain and the guilt to wither away slowly. nodding at his words, she laid her head back against the pillow and allowed her chocolate hues to trace along the pattern of the ceiling – which wasn’t very appealing and definitely needed some work done to it. it seemed like an eternity before being brought back to reality by the sound of his voice breaking through her focus. the male was now in the bed besides her as brielle brought herself to snuggle into his chest, a weak arm wrapping easily around his waist and digits stroking along the spine of his back. lips pressing on the flesh of her skin before a hand etched right into hers, a timid laugh escaping through her lips. “shut up, if i even remember how to do it, that is. don’t consider yourself so lucky yet.” she teased him, squeezing his measly fingers. their lips found each other, eyes fluttering shut as she let her petals move on his. “i guess, i-i love you too. i mean, i must since i’m with you, right_?_ i feel like i can only remember parts of my life.” she stated in brutal honesty.
> a small smile appeared on his face as he watched the female. it hadn’t been long since the couple had decided to part ways yet chris was missing her like crazy. it was so weird not to wake up to her good morning texts, or better yet next to her. deep down the male knew that what he was doing wasn’t right but he couldn’t do anything else. he wanted a second chance even if he was trying to earn it the wrong way. dragging her into a lie definitely was not the way you get the girl. “i’m sure you haven’t forgotten having sex babe, bet you’re still fire at it.” he spoke honestly with a smirk coloring his gentle features. guilt striked once again when he felt his pocket buzzing. of course it was his actual girlfriend waiting for him to pick her up for a date night. torn between two girls, chris shut all feelings out and let his reckless head guide him --- and it chose the female laying besides him. “yeah, you love me. at least you used to say so. how you feel is up to you.” he nodded pecking her head, his fingers getting lost in her long dark hair. “once you’re out of here, i’ll bring a bag of my clothes in your apartment so i can spend as much time with you as possible.”
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“at least let me explain myself before you run away for like the millionth time -- let me fucking explain.”
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blaise watched her carefully as she brought the pizza inside setting it on the table. his embrace welcomed her as soon as she sat with him, wrapping his arms around her waist. the boy allowed his lips to kiss on her shoulder softly, her sudden question making him tense a little. he definitely wasn’t a fan of heart to heart conversations. pulling back enough to look at her blaise furrowed his eyebrows without knowing what to say. “when i was smaller i wanted to be a doctor but -- ” he spoke but cut himself off before he went too deep with that. of course blaise could be a doctor. he was intelligent, he had the money to attend med school -- however he didn’t make the choices, choices made him. “i wasn’t good in school i dropped out.” he lied to her and then looked away with a frown. “the pizza will get cold.” he spoke opening the box and taking a slice placing it in front of her mouth. “open up for the airplane to land.” he chuckled kissing her cheek.
❛ now i wanna watch magic mike. are you gonna fight me on this? ❜ she teases with the lightest of smiles hanging from her lips, leaning closer to press a few sloppy kisses to his cheek, already expecting the flood of complaints that would surely follow. ❛ but why would i wanna watch porn with you? ❜ she inquires while slowly tipping her head to the side; feigning obliviousness to that which, really, was blatantly obvious. while her brown irises dance over his expression, she finds that she’s not as uncomfortable as before and a soft laugh is emitted, peeling her attention away from him and letting it fall over the television screen once more. ❛ gotcha. ❜ she nods with a sigh, choosing not to think much of how he reacted to the sound coming from the door. he’s paranoid, and rightfully so considering all the weight he carries from his line of work– if one could even call it that. dragging her feet over the floor and doing just as he said, she thanks the pizza boy and soon returns, letting the box rest over the table while she sat between his legs. ❛ tell me something about yourself. before you freak out, it doesn’t have to be anything too personal. it can be.. like what’s your favorite color, or what you wanted be when you were smaller. it can be anything. ❜
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blaise felt as if he was suffocating. the crowd was huge and he was constantly getting pushed by people dancing and having the time of their lives. “yeah it is.” blaise nodded agreeing with her choice of words. “nice to meet you -- we literally bumped on each other.” the boy spoke before rolling his eyes at some random person pushing him all over again. “it’s getting too packed for me a enjoying it too much anymore. do you want to get out of here?” he offred, the alcool he had consumed definitely making him spit out things he wouldn’t otherwise. “unless you wanna stay with your crew.”
it was her first time at the music festival and everything exceeded her expectations if not more. she has met a lot of strangers who have become somewhat friends with her but she knew that she would not talk to a majority after this. she doesn’t remember most of their names, anyway, and it was probably the same to them as it was for her. “yeah, it’s just getting a little bit cramped over here,” truthfully, she could barely catch her breath. everyone was moving and dancing and it was getting overwhelming, especially because she’s lost her friends. they’ve gone off somewhere and finding them is almost impossible. she sent a text or two but no one has replied. “i’m calista, it’s nice to meet you, blaise.”
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nodding his head to the music playing blaise held a beer bottles in his hands surrounded by his best mates. this was his first time at coachella and he was completely enjoying it. “this is fucking great man.” the boy cheered allowing himself to have a good time just as he felt someone’s weight on him. “watch it.” he simply replied allowing himself to get up from the ground and clean his pants from the sand stuck on them. “i’m fine -- you should probably stop drinking, you don’t look too good.” he told her as he fixed the headband he wore loosely around his neck. blaise took a good look of her not being able to ignore her good looks. “i’m blaise.” he spoke in her ear.
❛ i’m so sorry – i really didn’t see you there! ❜ she yelled out, her tone was apologetic. she wasn’t even sure if he could hear them considering the fact that they were in the midst of the crowd; everyone was dancing along and also, probably drunk. but they were enjoying themselves. that’s what they all came out here for. she didn’t mean to ruin someone’s day by stepping on them. besides, it was an accident. she didn’t happen to see him there. he was sitting down, for crying out loud. if he was standing up, this wouldn’t have happened but regardless of the matter, she was still sorry. ❛ are you alright?❜ calista extended her hand for him to take and gave him a small smile.
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“yo really babe I can’t believe you got a date.” chris laughed leaning against his bedroom’s window. “i wonder when you’re planning on telling him that you love it when i fuck you daily. he’ll be happy to know.” he smirked as he put his shirt on, winking at the female.
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