wow look a jade everyone should follow
oh alright
be gentle though because im a fragile little flower
ill do my best captain
(Source: insufferablechick)
You decided that it would make you sound a whole lot less lame if you came over under the guise of her lack of clothing — when, in reality, you actually did miss her. Every time you found yourself humming something softly, your mind wandered to when you sang with her, and you were stricken with this overwhelming sense of nostalgia. But you didn’t exactly mind.
You liked her a lot, and you just missed having her around.
Standing before the door of her apartment, you shuffle around on your feet, hands shoved into your pockets and eyes focused on your shoes. You almost looked nervous, though you wouldn’t admit that you were.
As the door begins to open, you look up to her as the usual smirk graces your lips, eyes focused on those familiar shades.
In a matter of seconds, you’re in the door and standing beside her, lifting her up into your arms. You close the door with a foot, smiling over at her before you lean close and press a quick kiss to her lips, then setting her back down.
“Hope I didn’t break any rules,” you chuckle, crossing your arms.
He’s too tall, that’s what you decide when you open the door and suddenly there’s this massive wall of stupid looming over you. You wish you were taller so you could stand toe to toe with him instead of your head barely reaching his shoulders, if that. But then, you sort of like being shorter. Bittersweet, you suppose.
There’s a smirk on his lips and your eyebrows furrow a little because he’s so frustratingly attractive to you it’s stupid. That’s the main word of your vocabulary when he’s around; stupid. He’s stupid, you’re stupid, your growing pack of feelings for him is stupid. Fuck.
Suddenly he’s got you up in his hold and your feet leave the ground- fucking stupid- and he’s kissing you. And you’re about to kiss back, tilting your head slightly in the beginnings of a return liplock, but he sets you back down before you can. Cue momentary pout.
His words are cocky and you snort, turning around and adjusting the waist of your underwear, fixing it’s position on your hip.
“Rules are meant to be broken,” you muse, shrugging and making way for the kitchen. You want a soda.
(Source: insufferablechick)
y34h grl!! th4tz how 1 roll >8]
sup?
at least youre prideful about it thats a quality i dig in a gal
nothing much just blogging without pants on
the usual
It’d been a while since you’d last seen Bro and you were admittedly happy with the fact that he was coming over, even though he only was because of your lack of clothing. What a loser.
Still, you really liked him and for some reason his reasons didn’t bother you all that back. You shove your laptop off your thighs and set it on the table next to your futon, standing up and shuffling over to the door. The locks are unlocked and you pull it open, having a little difficulty because the hinges were sticky or some bullshit, you’d have to talk to the landlord about it or whatever.
“Welcome to Casa Del Strider,” you say, moving over so he can come in. “Don’t touch anything that isn’t yours.”
