Tag: v: undecided

kassandra.

Kassandra groaned and glared as she looked at her best friend. “Blaine, if I wanted to be tortured, I’d rehearse without stretching. Or eat from that sushi place on Twelfth. Although being friends with you is pretty bad too.” Her glare broke and she started laughing hysterically, earning a few looks from other patrons. “God, that’s awful!” She said, wrapping her arms around him.

Blaine’s hands gently clasped over the tops of Kassandra’s wrists as he rested the back of his head against her chest.  A bright smile and a set of joyfilled hazel eyes glanced up at her as he to recover from his own outburst of laughter that echoed her loud one. “I wasn’t going to pick out something that you were going to want to wear.  That kind of defeats the purpose of picking a price for you if you lost the bet.  Which you did.  So that means… The Cyndi Lauper look is your new style.  At least for a day.”  Drawing her right hand up, he pressed a quick smooch against the top before settling it back against the other happy to keep holding both as he teased her. “Let me guess?  You want a way out?”  Who wouldn’t?  That outfit was atrocious!  No one in their right mind would turn down a way to sneak out of the deal.

“I could be swayed..  It’s going to cost you, though..”  Her choice!  God-awful outfit?  Or unknown means of escaping her fate?  Up to you, Kassandra!

sebastian.

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     ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Like what? I have no idea what you’re thinking I was insinuating. 
     ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) It’d actually be my honor to come over, killer.
     ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Popcorn? That’s a new word for libido. I truly envy your creativity.

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( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Oh!  Right!  No insinuation whatsoever.  How did I forget?  You’re pure and innocent.  How dare I make that mistake??

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Really?  So that’s a yes?
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Once again..  You never cease to surprise me on how fast you lose the ‘pure and innocent’ title within seconds of trying so hard to earn it.

jesse.

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          ❛ There’s nothing I love more in life than a scolding hot shower. It’s the symbol of human dignity that separates us from the chimps. ❜

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      “Separates us from the–what?  Why are you like this?  Wait.  Don’t answer that.  The real question has already been answered.  Also known as why were you in there for so long..?  Mystery solved.”

[ 📲 • sms ] —— you text me after i upload a bomb selfie i see. (blam me up)

text messages meme.

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( mssg » sam | sent ) Okay. So? Could be coincidence.. Might have nothing to do it?  
( mssg » sam | sent ) Or! Maybe your bomb selfie reminded me I haven’t texted you yet today.

( mssg » sam | sent ) Both of those reasons sound lame when I read them back. Can I just ask for a do-over?  
( mssg » sam | sent ) Hey, Sam! Great selfie. Very ab-ulous.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Nevermind! I give up..

sebastian. @bcingnicesucks

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    ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Code word is cute but we don’t have to play that game
     ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) You can just say it

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( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Say what?
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Oh God.  Wait.  Hold on.  Don’t answer that.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) How about I word it differently?  Would you like to come over and watch a movie?  I’ve got a ton of popcorn and there’s no one here..  I could use the company.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) NOT like that.

jesse.

          text — b. anderson ; I assume you New Directioners know the way to Carmel High’s auditorium. 

( mssg » jesse | sent ) For once, you are assuming correctly, Mister Saint James.

( mssg » jesse | sent ) Before your ego inflates too far?  I knew my way there long before you were in charge.  🙂
( mssg » jesse | sent ) Should I bring the whole gang?  Or is this a private invitation to scope out the competition?  Inquiring minds want to know.

theindieflash.

Sebastian’s night was definitely taking a turn for the better as he slipped his phone into his back pocket. He’d been waiting for his chance to lure Blaine away from gay-face and it seemed like tonight was his lucky night. He’d always believed that Blaine was far too good for the likes of Hummel, and it was only a matter of time before Blaine realised that for himself. 

He raised his hand to get the attention of the bar tender, ordering himself another drink and something extra strong for Blaine – he’d need it today if things had been as bad as he’d said – then gave him an extra generous tip on the basis that he wouldn’t allow their glasses to run dry all evening. Then he waited, turning around slightly in his seat and scoping out the rest of the bar, none of them could even compete with the likes of Blaine, he wasn’t sure why he was even wasting his time with them, but he had to find something to occupy his time.

Blaine stared at the last message on his phone before taking a deep breath and tucking it in his back pocket.  The clock above the kitchen stove read 10:46.  With how awake he was, sleep wasn’t going to be an option and Sebastian offered a means of coping with the quiet in his house by simply not being there.  His fist closed around his keys and he left the lights glowing in the empty house fading away in his rearview mirror.

Scandals wasn’t a place he went to often.  His first visit didn’t end well.  A beer and a mistake he wished he never made had Blaine deciding that bars were probably not his thing. Yet, here he was.  Squeezing his cellphone like it was the edge of a security blanket and wandering through the crowd until he saw Sebastian.  Waving to get his attention, the former Warbler stepped past the jukebox and bellied up to the bar beside the taller boy.  “Sebastian.  Hello.”  Noticing him right away, the drink Sebastian ordered slid across the bar with a wink from the bartender. Blaine blinked down at it.  “Oh, wow.  ..Um..  Thanks. That was fast.  Did you pay this guy off or what,” he tried to lift his voice and playfully jab at his friend like there wasn’t a single weight on his shoulders.

jesse.

          text — b. anderson ; Did he now? Interesting story. 
          text — b. anderson ; And what rumor might just that be? 
          text — b. anderson ; You have my word. 
          text — b. anderson ; You always were very talkative. 

( mssg » jesse | sent ) Uhm.  I guess it’s not that interesting.
( mssg » jesse | sent ) Nothing.  Nevermind.  Thank you though.  I don’t need her putting the Rachel Hammer down on me.
( mssg » jesse | sent ) Talkative?  True. I guess..
( mssg » jesse | sent ) So, did you really take your time to only say congratulations to me?  I mean, I’m grateful for it.  But this was unexpected and quite curious.  Don’t you agree?

cooper.

Cooper rubbed a hand over his face, suppressing a yawn,·“Kinda figured that out for myself, Squirt,” he told him, walking further inside the kitchen and leaning up against the counter, watching as Blaine moved from one end of the room to the other to fetch the milk.·“What have you got to be nervous about, you know you’re going to smash it, you always do,” he shrugged, stretching his arms above his head. He turned his head a little, lips pressed together as he listened to his brother ramble, the usual confident young man seemed to have disappeared before his very eyes, and he couldn’t understand why.·“B, you don’t need warm milk to give you that confidence that you’re known for. You’ve just got to get up on the stage and own it, I know you can do it, and deep down so do you,”

His eyes studied Blaine for a moment, quickly waking up a little more as he realised that this wasn’t going to just be a quick check in before disappearing back up to bed again.·“Might as well, I’m already up, might as well make it worth my while,” he shrugged, moving to sit down in a nearby chair, turning around slightly so that he could still see Blaine.·

Pausing mid-stir, Blaine blinked up at Cooper. His brother was right to call him out.  He knew he was different lately. Lately meaning way too long now but it was even more embarrassing if he kept track. so he tried not to.  The confidence he normally exuded became harder and harder to hang onto.  He wasn’t doing that great of a job at faking it either. Willpower to do so went past hard to come by and it all chipped away at him inside until outside it was just too much to keep up with.  Blaine was trying..just sometimes (like tonight) trying wasn’t good enough.  

Still?  Having the truth served up so abruptly made him suddenly aware of how off his mark he let himself be seen.  It was embarrassing but an eye opener.  As much as an eye opener can happen in the wee hours of the morning.  “I know I can perform. At least I think I do.  It’s just that I can’t stand the idea of letting anyone else down.  Weneed this so bad.  I just need to focus but my brain’s,” his fingers lifted and wriggled next to the side of his head, “all distracted and scattered.  Tomorrow, I’ll be fine.  Promise.”  Cooper’s and his mugs were sat on the table where he plopped down in a chair beside his brother trying to sound as convincing as he was attempting to be to himself.  “Just pre-show jitters.  I guess even I can get them..,” he rolled his eyes and smiled cutting himself off with a sip.