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I'm going to have to listen to them a bit more so I can have an actual conversation about them. Hey! While you're here, you can be the lovely lady that actually shows me what they're all about, what do you say? Different and fun are always really, really good. Ugh, I can't stand those people, as a fan, it's just gross. Finding out you're really into someone that doesn't even have input onto what goes into their album, it's like being lied to. You have any artist that you particularly look up to? It sounds annoying. [When she shook her head, he could only smile. Jourdan had this thing about getting so passionate and he thrived off seeing it, but when she stopped herself short? It was awful. When she got excited it was like her eyes actually flickered with passion, but stopping short took it away and he just wanted to hold her and tell her to go on.] No, no, you're fine. Please, rant away. [He licked over his lip, not enjoying the little frown that appeared on her face. With her words he mumbled.] Hot celeb guy, yeah. Nobody compares to what I am? You're just being sweet, I like that about you. You'll wait for me? Well, that's oddly romantic. I don't want those fake rumors either... it doesn't seem any fun to be put in the middle of a stupid rumor. I've been in rumors here and that's never any fun, I couldn't imagine rumors of celebrity proportions. [The corners of Tylor's lips twisted into a smile, a little spark in stomach hoping that she actually wanted to go with him. He just had to figure out a way to make it happen one day.] To the dorm! [Carrying her things he glanced over, letting his eyes flicker over her before he actually took off, leading the way.] Ma'am, I try my best to be a guide to pretty tourists like yourself. [his voice was soft as he said it, honestly trying to compliment her.] You're gunna love it, I know you are. I'd offer to do some cool music collab, but music and I don't mix. [His shoulders picked up into a shrug as he just walked on, not bothering too much with actually touring her around so much as getting her to his room -- in the most innocent way possible.] You ever been in a fraternity house? [He cocked his eyebrow, almost scared to admit his next bit.] I'm in Alpha Delta Phi, which is the, er, biggest frat on campus, we rank pretty well among the Greek Life in the states too -- but no use in bragging. Everyone's gone on break, or mostly everyone, so you don't have to worry about any annoying men or parties. Plus my roommates, Dillen and Tanner are gone too -- or I hope, so you can have my bed and I'll just take one of theirs.
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Are they really? Hrm, I think they’re a band — I’ll remember that though. Hey, I think you’re the right girl no matter what. [And he honestly did. There was something about the brunette that absolutely made his head spin and the more time he spent with her the more he wanted to kiss her, kiss her until they were both dizzy and could hardly stand — but it didn’t matter what he wanted.] I don’t know… I’ll see what I can conjure up, y’know? Maybe you’ll get a better date than me, I’m just some nerdy kid from Maryland, right? I’m sure you can get some hot celeb guy by your side, you’re a babe and you’re sweet, it should be really easy. One day though, I’d really like to be beside you at an even. [he fumbled a little, teeth picking at the back of his lip. He just focused on the road, figuring he should try and stop getting so worked into this; it wasn’t happening and he didn’t need it to, he had med school and a music career, a girl would probably just mess it all up — or he was going to tell himself that.] No, you wouldn’t have to be dressed up at all, we can wear sweats and have nothing but stupid junk food. Mhm, it sounds absolutely perfect. [his head nodded as he spoke. Just a moment later he was turning into his dorm’s parking lot and parking his car. Reaching down he pulled the lever to pop his trunk and quickly got out, grabbing her things for her.] So, if you look to your right you’ll see our lovely main hall, filled to the brim with lovely med labs — seeing this is mainly a med school campus; we have a handful of other things, two buildings behind the one on our left is the music building, I’ll let you see that tomorrow, but for now, you’re completely mine, sorry, babe.
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[His hand easily came down on hers for the high five, despite the overwhelming sensation he had to just lace their fingers his hand fell to his side, a calm smile turning up his lip's corners. Her words, or lyrics more so, made him chuckle.] Wooing me with Summer Set lyrics? I've picked the right girl -- to, y'know, make good friends with, yeah. [So that last part was utter shit, but he didn't want her to question it, but he made a point to make it a mumble.] No, it's okay, I know it. You're sweet. [He took a small breath, keeping his face straight even though he wanted to cuss and pout; two weeks -- he knew the event and he was going as Jylor.] Couple of weeks? Fuck, that's shit. Mom and dad are taking me out depending on how I do on my finals. Said I needed a proper vacation for my hard work, y'know? I want to get out of it and chill with you, maybe I can. [He couldn't, that much was obvious, but he'd at least get to see her, maybe his superstar self wouldn't be such a pussy when it came to her. He pushed the thought away, smiling brightly as she blushed.] Am I? Hrm, I'm honestly really okay with this. [At her words he gave a little shrug.] You want to go out and eat, [like a proper date, his mind added but lips avoided.] Or, we could stay in all cuddled on my bed with take out and Netflix?
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[The song played in his mind and he opened his mouth to sing it, a habit he had since he was a kid; something that very well led to him being a musician, but he quickly realized and played it off, speaking a few more lyrics.] Throw my hand on the blade for ya, Jo. I get what you mean, but it's totally -- I'd do the same. [he offered, even though he literally would go through all of that for the girl. He was rather protective, even if he hadn't been able to show that just yet.] Decade? Oh no, we'd be the power couple for decades to come. We'll be better than Jay-z and Beyonce, don't doubt it. Really? When's your next award show? I'll have to see what I'm doing, okay? Friends or couple? I like that. [he said a little nervously. He had to stop getting into little things like this, because she wanted to take him and he wanted to go, but it was more than likely that Jylor would end up at the same place, he very well couldn't be two people at once... well, in public.] Awh, how sweet are you? I'd stare at you and your beauty, but I should probably focus on not killing us the first time I see you. Cover up your face with something so I don't get distracted... I don't think I'm joking about that either. [he admitted, he could very well look over and get lost staring at her features, but luckily for him he had a few days to do that.] We're unpacking your stuff. My roomies are out, thank god for summer vacation in college, basically four months of nothing to try and apologize for all the shit you have to do when you come back. Other than that we'll do whatever you, my love, would like to. What's the thing you wanna do first? [Keeping his eyes on the road he smiled softly, leaning up to turn the radio on, just background noise that he ever so needed when he drove; music was what he loved.]
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Well, you know I'd do anything for you and I'm always going to be here, so you're going to have my support for quite sometime, Jourdan. [he gave a little shrug, lips still upturned into a smile as he watched her. He noted that her eyes were below his and his stomach leaped at the thought that she was actually looking at his lips, wasn't that something a girl did when they wanted to be kissed? He wasn't about to take that chance and screw up what they had, so he brushed it off, laughing just a little as she talked.] We would make a pretty amazing couple, I'm not even going to lie. I have a red carpet face? Maybe you need to take me out once, I bet this blond looks pretty crazy with cameras around. [he tried to joke. Little things like that just made his stomach twist, did he have a red carpet face? Maybe that's why he was Jylor, he had the look for it. Would she be able to pick up on that? He pushed back the thought as he lead her, carefully stuffing her suitcase into his trunk and biting on his lip, very obviously trying to keep a flush at bay. That was always a weakness of his, he was pale and when he was embarrassed or flustered it was highly obvious.] Well thank you, I hope I look cute, that way you don't have to just look at boring old Baltimore, you can look at me. [he said with a small hint of actually trying to flirt, but he wasn't sure if it had just come across as him joking or not. Quickly shutting the trunk he moved to the passenger side, quickly opening up her door.] Go on, get in. I'm a gentleman and like doing this kind of stuff. [Shutting the door for her after she was in and settled he moved over to his side, getting in, buckling up, and starting the car. It wasn't long before they were out of the airport parking lot and headed toward Tylor's dorm.]
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Okay, fine. I had a little to do with it, you needed me for all this, mhm. My love, you absolutely have that, y'know. [he attempted to tease, though the words were completely true. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to take her by the sides, pull her close, and absolutely kiss her until he needed a good breath; but he couldn't do that, not yet.] Oh yeah, super crazy. I mean, can't two, decently attractive, very smart, young people just hang out and not be attached? Silly paps. But that wouldn't be the worst rumor I've ever been in, maybe one of the best. Could you imagine? Little Tylor Jacobs from Maryland dating Jourdan Tacker, popstar extraordinaire. That'd actually be pretty sweet, y'know? [It was easy to try and play off, on the outside at least. He was good at that; acting and hiding certain details. ] Well then, let's be o-- oh no. You carry flowers, I've got everything else, babe. [Quickly leaning down to grab the suitcase from the girl he flashed her a smile, one he was told had been award winning, but he wasn't quite sure the effect that he had on her, being blinded by the effect she had on him.] Now we're ready, love. [With a little nod he started for the exit of the airport, checking every so often to make sure the girl was at his side and not lost in the crowd like he had been so many times before. It look no time as he lead her out and then through the mess of cars, taking her to the one he had bought back with his first pay check, the one time he actually splurged with his money.] Here we are, this is my lovely little car, she's a babe, right?
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I did nothing but sit in Baltimore while you planned all this out, you're the reason dreams are happening, babe. Mhm, we'll see what goes. [It was better seeing that smile of hers in person than it was in photographs and over Skype. She was quite literally the most beautiful woman Tylor had met, he had this enormous want to be able to tell her that everyday for as long as he lived, but of course he didn't even know if she felt remotely the same about him as he did her.] Crazy people. I'd protect you though, wouldn't let'em try and bug you, nope. [Smiling brightly at her reaction he hands the flowers over, pulling his hand back and shoving it into his pocket.] I-I'm really glad that you like them, Jo. [Takes a deep breath, quickly looking around and cocking his eyebrow.] Did you have anything to pick up at the claim? Or you got all your stuff here?
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Dreams do come true after all, don't they? Nap together? I'll definitely think about that. We'll see how we feel in a bit, because right now I'm too stoked to even think about that. [He couldn't help the smile that was plastered to his face, he had wanted this for so long and now that he had it he figured his heart would just explode.] Happy? Oh, I don't think that's the right word for it. Elated, overjoyed, fucking over-the-moon giddy, y'know; all of those would be rather acceptable. [There was honestly no word to really describe how he felt in that moment, because it was so many things. He honestly just wanted to take her and kiss her over and over until he was tired, though god knows when that would happen -- he'd been up for two hours and already had a Red Bull and a cup of coffee, he was absolutely ready to go.] Oh! Oh yeah. I forget about the paparazzi being a real thing, y'know... what's that even like? [Honestly, he had forgotten about paparazzi; he never had to bother with them when he was in Maryland, that was the perk of basically being two people. With full reluctance he pulled away from her, moving one hand to scratch the back of his neck, the other holding out the flowers he had gotten her.] These are, er, well, they're for you. Thought maybe you'd like 'em?
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I was kidding, babe... but that's fucking adorable and sweet; wow. This is absolutely better than anything I could have imagined, ever. You sure? I mean, I'll be right there beside you. [he offers, honestly just wanting to make sure she wouldn't be super tired or anything because he planned on hogging all her attention. With a smile on his face he just kept on playing with her hair.] You're happy? I'm really glad that you are. [Laughs loudly, nodding.] It'll work out perfectly, really. Just until we have to get all your baggage, then we might be fucked a little. [Kisses the side of her head, very obviously enjoying all of this.] Okay, so you ready to explore Maryland a little bit?
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Is the thought of me that bad? Oh, we can go back to my dorm and you can nap for a bit, but when you wake up you have to pay attention to me, I need this. I'm... fucking amazing right now,babe. Mhm, don't leave, please. [Laughs softly, almost hugging her a little tighter. His stomach set into a spill of flutters the moment her lips touched his neck, his cheek quickly filling up with red, her neck words not helping him at all.] Really? Cuddle me lots and we'll get my smell to stick to you and your clothes, it'll be really cool. Jo, you... oh, this is so amazing. [Moves his hand up to play with the ends of her hair a little, not wanting to let her go at all.] This is so overdue and I'm not letting you go, not yet. Think we can walk to my car like this?
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Jourdan! [Laughs loudly the moment she drops her things, instantly returning the hug and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her in tightly.] Oh my god, this is awesome, you look amazing. Did you have a nice flight? How are you? I should probably calm down a little, right? [Chuckles a bit, not loosening his grip on her any, but instead going to kiss her cheek softly, taking advantage of this moment. He didn't exactly know what to do, honestly. It was all amazing and he really just wanted to tackle her with love, but that wasn't exactly appropriate for their first time meeting.] You smell amazing too... you're just, wow. You're amazing.
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[Paces around the arrivals gate, clutching onto a bundle flowers and using his other hand to continually adjust his hat, obviously nervous and excited.] Dear god, this girl better hurry before I fucking go nuts. [Groans a little and takes a seat on the floor, not caring about how busy the place was, just wanting to calm down a little. After a few minutes and finally getting his breathing to a normal pace he gets back up, his free hand shoving into his pocket as he stares at the gate entrance, waiting to see the girl, his stomach fluttering the moment he thinks he sees her.] Oh fuck... [Bites hard on his lip, quickly stepping up and waiting for the girl, a smile that couldn't falter pressing proudly on his lips.]
#ftf:finally.#DID I DO THIS RIGHT???#If I did it wrong just like reply the right way or something?? ahaha#sorry for being so lame omf
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Every time she talked about trusting him he could feel a little piece of his heart breaking off. More and more he just wanted to tell her everything, every single thing, but he couldn't afford to do that. Instead he just nodded along, plastering his signature smile to his face. "Babe, you're adorable. I'd do anything for you too. Just so you know, if I ever had to trust any one person with my life, it'd be you. You're literally the most amazing person I've ever come in contact with and I love you to bits. Get something to eat, you can play your guitar, google things for me at random? I think this could be fairly badass." He smirked a little, very much enjoying the idea of having her right there whilst he kept his nose in his book. However, he wasn't sure when his roommates, Kaleb and Parker, would be back and that was something he very much needed to worry about. Hearing her choice words made a cackle ring out of him, "Frick frack? Jourdan, did we just go back to the fourth grade? If you're going to call it that, I'm not sure if I want it. I mean, you at least have to get as risky as," Looking around he leaned in, covering one side of his mouth as he whispered loudly. "As doing it, or the deed." He was teasing, because everything about that phrase made him happy. It was nice to hear people say things other than sex and fuck. "However, that... sounds brilliant. I just want snack and talk about stupid shit until it's five in the morning and then maybe grab your hand when I think it looks cold; because what kind of friend would I be if I like your hand get cold, right? Mhm, just turn your phone off. It's going to be us time, proper us time were it's only us. I'll kick my roommates out for however long you're here. Cuddling and music, I really love the way you think." At the mention of Monopoly he shook his head, getting a grim look on his face. "No, you never want to play that game with a person you call your friend, are you crazy? Monopoly kills friendships. Let's play Connect Four and Battleship, those don't make me crazy competitive." He watched her on the screen, his teeth scraping softly over his bottom lip.
"I dunno, I feel like it's all the cheesy stuff that the guy says in the movies and all the girls watching just freak out over. As long as you don't think it's that bad, I'll keep saying it, because your opinion is the only one that matters, really." Maybe that one was too much, but he couldn't stop his truthful spews that slipped. He was whipped, by a girl that he hadn't even met. "I can't wait to see what kind of forts that brilliant mind of yours can come up with. Oh! That's an excellent idea; keep me out of Victoria's Secret so I don't look like a perv, okay? That sounds really cute though, it'll show how much we know about each other... and it'll tell if either of us have terrible taste in clothes." He teased, laughing softly as he said it. However, the bit about Victoria's Secret was absolutely true, he was a boy in all reality. It would be a lie if he said the thought of her in a not so innocent manner hadn't popped up in his head. It had, probably on too many occasions at this point, but he couldn't quite help what his subconscious took him to when he was passed out. At the mention of the infamous song he couldn't help but laugh loudly. He would have sang it, but that meant singing and he couldn't do that, nope. "It's god awful. I want to take the lyrics out and just listen to the music on it, it's a fucking sick track... just not the misogynistic lyrics part." Her words made his eyebrow cock, a little excited smirk pretty to his lips. "Wait, that was written for or to someone? Now, you have to spill this. I-I mean, I'm sure any person would just about die knowing that song was about them. So, let me in on the secret? Please?" He made himself whine a little, he was curious and needed to know who it was about. Of course, there was a good chance that it wasn't about him in any manner, and although that wasn't what he wanted to hear, he'd deal with it. "Please don't ever be Taylor Swift, Jo. I'll personally come and lock you up until you learn better, you got me? You're very, very welcome. I mean it. You have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard." He was never the kind to give out empty compliments, so each one that slipped out was completely meant.
It was tough, being famous, and having to deal with finding people that were really there for you; so hearing her story only made his stomach churn. He shook his head, pulling his hand up to run through the messy sea of blond. "That's really dumb, like, why the fuck would anyone do that? You're... you're so cool and if people can't see it, well -- they need to get fucked! You know I'd do it, right? I'd tell her off for you, absolutely. It'll be okay, though. You'll get the courage to tell her off, I know you will." He didn't like seeing her have any look on her face other than that of excitement. In that moment he was aware of the fact that he'd try his ass off, everyday for as long as she had him in her life, to make her smile and feel like the queen he knew she deserved to feel like. His mind almost drifted to think on the ways that he could make her feel better, but when she started talking he pulled away from his mind and nodded along. "See! You've got this. You're going to be brilliant and you're going to have celebrities from all over the world donate and help you out; because you deserve it. You can make it happen, you know what you want. You should go for it, because nothing's going to change if you don't take a step toward it. Plus, the worst thing that can happen is that you fail doing something that you had incredible intentons for; that's not a failure." The moment he seen her face lit up, he was at her disposal. He'd do whatever she needed. "Course. I'm going to be a doctor, I'm going to have plenty of money lying around one day, I'd love to give it to your charity." For now? He'd get Jylor on board and have him spare as much money as possible, even though it wouldn't be enough; college was pricey. As she went on about her dream family, the smile on his face grew and grew until his cheeks were sore. "That sounds perfect. A cute, nice family. Me?" Biting roughly on the inside of his cheek he nodded along. He didn't care how she put it, she still said she wanted a guy like him and that was incredible to hear. "I totally get what you're saying. You want someone who's serious and kinda has the same opinion as you on it all, right? I mean, whenever I look to get married, I'd look for a girl kind of like you, so yeah." He was honest, because at this point there was no point in lying about anything that he could tell the truth on.
"I want you to see me now, too. When we do get to meet, though, I'm going to hug you for ten years and never let you go. So, you better look forward to that. Do I get to know this plan?" For Tylor to try and not be eager was like asking a kid not to be excited for Santa when it was Christmas Eve. He knew that whenever they were going to meet, he'd sit up all night watching the seconds and minutes just tick away. The moment she threatened to cry he furrowed his brows, shaking his head. "No, no, no! None of that, you can't cry on me, Jo. I'm just one guy, if you cried on me, I'd just cry too. So, I have a lovely smile, absolutely." He watched over the pout on the screen and his stomach flipped. All he wanted in that moment was to wrap his arms around her and kiss her, to tell her that he'd do everything in his power to keep her from crying. However, her next statement made it obvious that it was going to be a challenge. "Make you sob because I'm being cute? I can't win. I don't want to see you cry. I'll just sit here and stare at you, is that a valid option?" Looking down to his phone when the screen lit up, he quickly read over the text that was sent to him, sighing softly and shaking his head. "I hate my life." He whined, leaning back in his chair and pouting as he looked up to the camera. "My roommates are headed back this way. They've got alcohol and everything and I'm going to have to study through all of that. I'm sure you don't want to listen to a bunch of dumb college boys be sushed by me, do you?" It was bitter sweet, the idea of getting off Skype. He could collect his thoughts and then run to the library; texting the girl every step of the way as he did; but at the same time he didn't want to let her go, at all.
Keeping Hidden → Skype.
#skype1#omfg it's not bad????#okay so I just really want to see them in person together and it hurts my little soul#urjaaaaaaa i love themmmmm#this keeps getting longer and i'm sorry
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That moment Tylor came to an easy conclusion, he could stare at her smile forever. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, talked to, liked. She was, in his opinion, quite literally the definition of perfection and he figured that if anyone tried to disagree with him, he'd punch them on the spot. He wouldn't stand for someone to shoot down on the girl that had infatuated him so deeply. "Y'know, most people would think you're crazy for trustin' a person you ain't met yet. I, however, absolutely appreciate it and you know I'm going to do whatever I can to make you proud. Which means that this might have to end a little early, or you get to watch me study. I kind of like the second option, to be honest." He just wanted her eyes on him and he held no shame in that fact. He absolutely thrived in having her attention and it was just amazing in his mind. Noting her excitement over the idea of the music department a little tinge of pain pressed through him, the music building was his favorite and he honestly spent a lot of time there, but he couldn't tell her that. Couldn't tell her that he played guitar and had since he was eight, can't tell her that he learned drums and piano in that building, that he sings in there for an actual class -- that's what sucked about their situation. He was honest with her, as much as he could possibly be, but he had to hide some of his favorite things. He held this was a giant want to tell her everything, but he honestly wanted to wait until they were face to face before he spilled out his secret. "You'll get to see where I spend all my time, I promise. One night though, you have to actually stay the night with me -- and I'm not talking like sex, I mean I'll kick my roomie out and I just wanna spend the night with you, be cool and watch movies. We have a giant space and I want to see how good at making forts you are... can we do that? Or does that just sound really lame? Fuck it, we'll get smoothies and coffee, because why not?! Oh no. Shopping." He rolled his eyes a little, laughing loudly. "I like shopping, I have too many shoes and hats for it to be healthy, so please take me shopping, let me see how you act in the mall." He wanted that; course he wanted a lot of things with her, but in his opinion going shopping with her would probably be the best. Better yet, he wanted the excuse to tell her how beautiful she looked, so if she tried on clothes, he'd get to do that each time she came out in something new; it was a perfect excuse. At her words he licked over his lip, trying to play cocky for a moment, "Hell yeah, you know it, baby." It was only seconds before that facade was broken and he laughed loudly. "I'm not some wild animal. I-I dunno, I mean... Shh." He didn't want to sit and discuss his sex life with the girl that he was pining after, that didn't seem right to him. If it went his way, maybe she'd just find out how he was in bed. Looking up at his screen he couldn't help but beam, he didn't care why she was laughing, he just loved the sound. "No, laugh all you want. It's a nice sound." His head nodded rapidly as he clapped a little more, moving around in his seat. "So you just write that stuff up and then sing it? I-I mean, I knew you were talented, but holy shit... you're fuckin' talented. You have an amazing voice and I like how you play. I absolutely loved it. Tell me when I can buy that on iTunes because I'm going to listen to it a lot, okay?" He was being honest, he'd probably end up with that as his most played song.
"Hrm, that does seem like a bit of a problem. Do they? It's kind of shit that some celebs do that, like that's really, really awful. Why don't you try and get the decent ones, and then once you guys start to get it out there... maybe a few more would join in?" That was Tylor's way of trying to get her to go forth with it, because he'd absolutely help out, as Jylor, of course. He'd invest as much as he could into it, because he liked the idea of charity too, he'd donated quite a bit; not so much recently with school, however. There was a little something that threw him off, though, and didn't settle well with him at all; celebrities can be fake and nobody enjoys that -- but what would she think of him? Was he just as bad as one of those famous people that ran about being something they aren't? He was being himself, Tylor is actually him, but he wasn't completely honest and that was one thing holding him back from meeting her... what if she hated him? He pushed the though away and focused on her again. "No, you wouldn't let that happen and you know it, you're going to work your ass off for it and you'll make the best one out there. People will probably be more than excited to help out with what you'd work up. I'll even help you with whatever." Her question made him smile, his head nodding as he released a little sigh. "I've always wanted to get married, like when I was a kid and would play house, it was probably one of my favorite things. I admire my mom and dad's relationship and I've always wanted something like that, y'know? Plus, babies are adorable." Her answer on getting married was honestly everything he wanted, making him smile more. "Exactly. A happy marriage, full of love and support, right? Then a family made of the same thing. There's no point in having a family if you're just going to be pissy about it all the time." He couldn't help getting excited about little things like this, mainly because he loved learning about her -- but part of him also hoped that little things like this would maybe bring her closer to him. "Force them, seriously. I want to see you, really bad." Waiting, it sucked, but he was willing to do it. After all, good things come to those who wait, and that's the exact thing he was beliving when it came to them, because he would wait for a long time to actually get to meet her if he had to. "Matter of months. Can you work out staying this way for a few days, maybe a week or two? Because I don't know if I'll want to just let you go." He admitted, tossing out his doubts of 'what if she doesn't even like me in the first place'. His eyes widened at her tone, not liking it; his head shook. "N-Not lying..." Oh. His cheeks heated roughly as he sat back in his chair, shaking his head. "You're fucking cute, okay? Though you almost gave me a heart attack, I thought you were going to cuss me or something. Thank you, Jo. F-Fine. I'll agree with you, just because I don't want to see you get mad or anything, love." Her question made him smirk a little, he nodded and took a deep breath. "Pretty don't cover it, to be honest. You're beautiful, like... amazingly beautiful. You're welcome."
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Tylor's head shook quickly, little blond pieces shaking to brush over his eyebrows as he gave a small laugh. "I'm still going to thank you because I really appreciate it, Jo." Smiling a little more he ignored the fact that there was a slight discomfort in his cheeks, why would he pay attention to something that little when he had this amazing girl talking to him, seemingly counting on him to pass through his classes. Hearing the words caused his stomach to flip again, she was so genuine and invested in being his friend that for a moment he honestly didn't understand how he'd gotten lucky enough to meet her like he had. "I-I, thank you -- that means the world to me, and I'm not going to let your pride down, okay? I'm going to make sure you stay proud, I swear." There was something sweet in making promises to her, he figured it had to be the fact that he'd be held to keep them, which meant he'd been talking to her until it happens. Quickly at the idea of showing her around he nodded, adjusting himself in his seat as he sat up, taking a deep breath before talking, a little chuckle in his voice. "Yes, to all of that. I'll show you around to the music building, I know you'll love it, I'll show you the med labs, I'll show you everything on campus -- then I'll take you to the park down the block, we'll get coffee or smoothies depending on when it happens... Oh my god. I can't wait to graduate, just to see that." Biting down on his lip he shook his head, laughing again; he sounded absolutely insane and he was thanking whatever higher power there was because his roommates would pick fun at him for days on end just seeing him this excited. At the comment on wondering how he'd strip he quickly shook his head, laughing a little, "Oh, I'm too cute and adorable for that? Lemme tell you something, blondie; I can be highly sexy when I wanna be. Like, all of this -- oh yeah." As he spoke he managed to over-animate his hands, chuckling as he talked. He had stripped before, course it was always for a dare or in the heat of the moment, but he figured he'd be able to pull off something like that, but he ignored the thought, quickly looking up as she prepped herself to sing. Instantly he beamed, eyes watching over her face as her voice hit his ears, she was incredible -- and the song was simply amazing. Biting on his lip he let her finish, quickly bringing his hands together to applaud her. "Y-you... You have an amazing voice, Jourdan. I loved that."
The moment she started sputtering things off he took note, listening and nodding as she spoke each one. Finally talking as she finished a thought, "That would be really cool, charities are absolutely the best, I bet if you started one, got a few of your celeb friends to tag along and support it -- it'd absolutely rock. You should do it!" Tylor's eyes watched at his screen with full awe, how could one person be so utterly amazing? She just offered to basically give everything she earns to charity and live with normal things -- she certainly hadn't let fame get to her, in fact, maybe fame had made her a totally awesome person. Thinking for a minute he sat back in his chair again, smirking as he thought, "Meet you, graduate, I want to do a successful surgery, I want a wife and kids, I want to see the rest of the world, I want to see the Northern Lights -- wow.. there's a lot of stuff, really." The moment he finished his words she was started on her idea, causing him to sit a little dumbfounded and amused at her, a laugh coming from his lips before excitement his him as well. "Could you really? Like your management would let you do that? How long do you think it would take? This is really important, Jo." Biting on his lip he let her have this moment and all of its glory, his heart pounding in his ears and chest, smile growing the moment she said they were going to meet. "Just tell me when, babe. Whenever -- we're gunna fuckin' hang out and it'll be the best." He said simply, trying to keep a little bit of his cool, rather than freaking out. Hearing her next words he looked up, blushing brightly at the words, "Well, you got me. I love you too, Jourdan." Sure it wasn't how he'd like to say those three words, but it'd work for now, he had no choice. As she added on to their moment of sentiment he still held his shirt up over his face, he'd never once in his life been so deeply infatuated with one person that it almost made his stomach hurt just talking to them. This was nice, excellent, beautiful even and he didn't want it to end. Better yet he wanted it to mean more than just a load of friendship that wouldn't progress, he wanted to be able to call her beautiful and her know that he means it with everything in him, that he truly felt it all because he was absolutely hers. Sadly, his mouth stayed shut as he pulled his shirt down, nodding a little, smiling brightly. "T-This smile wasn't so flawless a few months before we started talking. I had braces and e-everything. But, er, thank you. You're so nice, you know that?" Chewing on the inside of his lip he sat up, elbows moving to his desk as he laid his head on his hands. "You're really, really pretty, you know that too? I like your smile, and your nose -- you've got a really cute nose."
Keeping Hidden → Skype.
#skype1#I'M CRYING TOO BBY THIS IS JUST FUCKING LOVELY#LIKE PERFECT#AND I'M SQUEALING#WE'VE DONE SO GOOD WITH THEM OH GOD
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For a moment Tylor just let his blue hues run over the face on his computer. Thinking to himself, 'Dear God, she's beautiful, look at her, look at that smile... why's she so pretty? Her parents need to be awarded on this because they made a lovely looking child, holy shit.' Before he could get too lost in the compliments and thoughts that were in his mind he shook his head a little, a hand moving to finger carefully through the blond and brown mop that sat on his head, tugging a little before he actually fixed it, "Okay. I really hope I do. Thanks for believing in me, Jo. It really means a lot." For a moment he felt his cheeks heat, because she knew he wouldn't disappoint her and he wasn't going to. "There's no way in hell that I'm going to fail this now, even if I have to ask for extra time on my exams. I can't disappoint you, nope; you're right." He'd been supported before, had people cheering him on, hell that was something that came along with his atler-ego's fame -- but this was different, it was nice, emotionally connected, and it felt genuine. Looking to see her change in facial expression his brows furrowed, he hadn't meant to upset her with his almost extreme want to have her right beside him, so he tried to cheer her up. "To be honest, if you were here I wouldn't get any studying done, I'd either stare at you or I'd drag you all over campus and the city to show you all the cool stuff. Hell yeah you will be there! I'll fuckin' fly you out and everything, like you have to be at my graduation." Graduation was something he wanted to get to share with her, because she was someone that had honestly been there for him for almost a year, they've had solid contact and she would give him pep talks through all his incredibly stressful doubts. He was going to make sure to have her in Maryland the night he graduates, but even more he was hoping to have her there as someone that actually knew him, and maybe as his girlfriend, if he could even get lucky enough -- but that was a few years away. At her little exclamation he looked up, once again paying full attention to her, "What, I had to offer something nice in return. I didn't mean to embarrass you -- awh -- you're precious. I'm sorry." He couldn't help but fawn over her reaction, she was so incredibly cute and he didn't know how it was even possible. Chuckling as the girl got up he leaned back in his chair, pulling a hand up to rub at his face while he waited. "I'm absolutely ready, babe. Sing to me like one of your fanboys, Jo." His words were over dramatic for a small moment, knowing that the Titanic reference could be too much, but he still did it, excited to hear the girl sing just for him. Quickly he shook his head and smiled brightly, "I can absolutely do this whole Skype thing a bit more, I like it, I like your smile, so if it makes you smile, I'm down with that. You just saved yourself from a terrible song, go you." Being thankful for the fact that she declined his song he smiled more.
"Concert in Maryland -- hell yes. It's on your bucketlist? What all is your bucketlist? Awh, don't overwork yourself, though! Take your time with it because your album and tour will be perfect, and meeting will be amazing, no matter when it happens. Though, it would be cool if we could meet sooner than like next year." Tylor had little spouts of being incredibly selfish, of absolutely just wanting something to the point where he'd try whatever he could to get it to happen. To be quite honest, if he had things his way, he'd try to have her there by the morning. In a weird way though, he hoped it did take them just a bit to meet, he didn't want anything to happen that would have some negative draw back to them. Quickly he nodded, "Oh god, we'd have so much fun, like we'd probably need police escorts or something because we'd be having a blast and everyone would be so jealous of how cool we are." Licking over his lips he tried to hide the smile that pressed to him, but he couldn't, so instead he just beamed as he watched over her face. With her words he only laughed lightly, shaking his head, "I don't need to be in your pocket, you can just have me. I'll drop everything and meet up with you, I'll be yours, okay?" There was a small part of him that was honestly content with the idea of just dropping his life and going to the girl, but that sort of stuff was fairy tale and romance, he highly doubted that either of them could really afford to have that happen. Her next words, however, sent his brain into a tizzy, his stomach into a set of flips, and his face into a small fire. Smiling just a little more, which he didn't figure could happen, he quickly shook his head, "No! That didn't sound stupid. I-I loved it. Y-You're so sweet and amazing, I want all of that too. I-I, er..." Shaking his head again he tried to fight his blush, feeling like the words that he wanted to say were somehow foreign to him, even though they weren't at all because he thought about them every single time her name popped up on his phone. "I really wanna be able to hear you laugh, when it's just us so I know it's me that made it happen, I wanna hug you and see if you smell as pretty as you look -- I-I yeah..." His teeth pinned down his bottom lip, his blush growing more as he just gave up, picking the collar of his shirt up and covering his face completely.
Keeping Hidden → Skype.
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