could this be love? // couples // closed

[sanspeur]

Micheal Grant|Mike|the enemies|18 years|open

I hum as I enter the kitchen, arching my eyebrow as I see my mom rushing around as she prepares dinner. I grin evilly as I see a bag of flour, inching over to it. My mother narrows her eyes, opening her mouth but being interrupted by the knocking. I smirk and she huffs, quickly walking to the door. She opens it and gives the girl a warm smile "Hello, sweetie. Your mother should be here any moment, please come in." I hear her faint voice. I squeeze the flour bag and all of the flour puffs out, covering my front side as I laugh. I hear my mother speaking "My son is in the kitch- MICHEAL GRANT WHAT DID YOU DO???" She rushes in and looks at me. I flash her a toothy grin "Hey momma." I say and she tries to hide her laugh and just shakes her head, whacking me on the stomach "You made a mess!" She complains, unable to hide the smile on her face.

Ｃｏｎｓｔａｎｃｅ Ｔｒｅｙ ♛

【 couple- the enemies :: eighteen :: clothing and hairstyle- ✗ & ✗ :: tags- none 】

Constance looked back at her bike, thinking she could escape and wouldn't have to pretend to be so mad at someone she actually liked. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, closing her eyes and relaxing her shoulders. Once the door opened she plastered on a kind smile and nodded at the woman she'd grown fond of over her life. Her enemy's mother was almost like a second mother to her, in a way of closeness I guess you could say. Constance grinned and giggled softly and thanked the woman. "Thank you, Miss Grant. You as lovely as ever." She says and stepped into the house, and closing the door behind me. Con walked behind Miss Grant, laying her backpack by the door and draping earbuds around my neck, sliding my phone into my back pocket. "Is there anything you need help with before my mother gets here? I'd be happy to help." She asks politely, jumping when the mother started to yell at her son. Connie smirked and doubled over laughing as she saw her enemy's front covered in white flour. Once she composed herself again, she stepped into the kitchen and stood beside him, smirking. "Hey there, Vamp. Looking paler and paler the more I see you. You sure you're healthy. Doesn't look like it..." She teased and giggled slightly, using her hands to cover her growing smile.

[Hi guys! Sorry I was inactive, I had a vacation that was soooooo long... I'm glad to be back!]

[moonlessnight.]

Micheal Grant|Mike|the enemies|18 years|open

I roll my eyes "Puh-lease. " I say in a girly tone with a wave of my hand "You only wish I was a vampire so I could put my lips o your neck." I smirk and my mom's jaw drops "MICHEAL!" She laughs and I grin, hugging her. She doesn't realize thay I'm rubbing the flour on her now. She gasps and whacks my chest abd I grin "Feel the loovveee. " I wink at her and she rolls her eyes. I grin and turn "Um..the chicken may not be as breaded as it was supposed to be." I say as I look to the flour on the floor. "Oops?" I chuckle and my mother playfully rolls her eyes. "Alright. Start cleaning it uo." I nod and grab the broom, sweeping up my mess. I grin "Done!" I announce and my mother chuckles and wipes flour off of my face. I wink and stick my tongue out and she laughs. I lick the flour off of my lips and wrinkle my nose "You know? Flour doesn't taste as good as it looks. " I state as I wipe my now dry lips. My mother chuckles yet again "Just don't go into baking,honey." She says and I grin and put two thumbs up. "You got it."

[Sorry it's short, mobile xc

[sanspeur]

Ｃｏｎｓｔａｎｃｅ Ｔｒｅｙ ♛

【 couple- the enemies :: eighteen :: clothing and hairstyle- ✗ & ✗ :: tags- none 】

Constance giggled and smacked his arm weakly. She ran a hand through her hair and looking around the snowy white kitchen. She lost herself in her thoughts and giggled and she looked around, walking to the sink to grab a washcloth. She turned back to face him, washcloth in hand and cheeks tomato red. Constance glared at him and gripped her free hand into a fist. "You wish I was just slutty enough to ever dream of that." She muttered so his mother wouldn't hear her speak. "Oh yeah? You only wish." She growls and smacks his arm angrily. She glared at him before lowering herself to the ground and starting to clean up the flour scattered over the ground. Connie glared at the dishrag in her hand as she listened to the boy and his mother joke around. her head jerked up when she heard the doorbell ring, guessing it was her mother. Con sighed, releasing the tension in her shoulders and going back to scrubbing up the flour. She chuckled and shook her head, sitting back on her feet and looking up at them. "No joke, doofus! Of course it doesn't taste good!" She says and smirked playfully, shaking her head and giggling.

[moonlessnight.]

Micheal Grant|Mike|the enemies|18 years|open

I snicker and my eyes look to the door when it rings. "I'll get it! I gotta change anyways." I announce and walked to the door. I open it and do a dramatic bow "Welcome to the house of wonders, m lady. " I gesture inside with a goofy grin as I look at her mom. I shut the door before going in my room and changing into clothes that were not coated in flour. I walk back to the kitchen and my mom tells me to help set the table. I nod and get everything ready "Boom. I could he a designer. " I tease and my mom laughs and shake sher head. I grin at Constances mom "Hi Mrs. Trey!" I say with a wide grin as I look at the woman.

[Sorry it's short, mobile xc