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❝ I prefer the term misunderstood.❞

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location » home, on the way to Mason's house
mood » content
relationship status » dating
tagged » Mason Fairbanks (thoughts and text and dialog)
ooc » c:

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I look down at my phone, the light ding signaling that I had received a text. See you soon <3 could have only come from one person, for several reasons. Hearts were never sent to Beck unless some weird girl was trying to hook up with him, in which he would flat out deny, even adding vulgar language if deemed necessary. Also, he really only texts one person. His friends all were called by Beck, as he rarely likes to be seen texting. He smirked, as he ran his rough hand through his soft hair, disheveling it even more that it was. He bit his lip, as he hopped out of the car, and walked to Mason's front door. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for his girlfriend and her brother. The dream he had woken up from still slightly bothering him, as he knocked the knock he always did. It started with their first date, as he knocked on the door.

The way he knocked was knock-pause-knockknock-pause-knock. This seemed to strike a funny bone in both of them, and it has just been a little cute part of their relationship. He reached his hand up to try to tame the mess that was his hair, as he then let his hand slide down to the back of his neck. He always just moved around more when he was nervous, and to be honest he had no idea why the hell he was nervous. It was his girlfriend. Beckham decided to get himself together, as he just stared at the door, waiting for Mason to open. He thought about all the times he had ever stood at her doorstep, waiting for the door. It seemed to happen often to him, though he did not mind. He then thought about what she was wearing. Not in any perverted weird way, just what she was wearing. If he were willing to bet, it would be some type of sweater, probably jeans, and black converse. They were her favorite pair. Yep, if he were willing to bet anything, it would be that Mason Fairbanks is currently wearing black converse.

He smiled at the thought of her, he was so cornily in love, Beckham had no idea what to do with himself. Before he met her, he was heartless, going though relation ship after relation ship. Now, after being with one person for a while, he starts to notice these things. Like all those girls he was with before, he would never be able to tell you any of their favorite colors. Hell, he would barely be able to tell you their names. They were all for show, and as he looks back now, he is ashamed of what a player he was. But back then, when he was single, he also didn't feel tied down. He could do whatever the hell he wanted to, and no one would be their worried for him. Beckham sighed, as he flipped back to reality. Now was not a time to reflect. Now was a time to forget all the idiocy.

[shay ;]

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tagged; ben, londie

a cool breeze ran through the young girl's room, she was impatiently lying on her bed, staring blankly into the ceiling, awaiting a text from a certain person. that person being her best friend, benjamin. ben was, well dreamy. she had always had a soft spot for him, but until a few months back, she thought it was just a bond between two good friends, but she came to realize it was much more. finally her wait was over, her phone beeped, announcing the arrival of a new text message. she smiled at the thought of hanging with ben all afternoon, watching old film noir movies, stuffing their faces with popcorn. it was going to be a perfect day. she quickly texted him back,

how could i possibly? *wink.. but for now.. i need coffee asap & my mom forgot to buy some.. meet me at our table in 5? hurrryyyyy.

once the message was written, gracie checked for typing errors, pressing send once she made sure autocorrect didn't corrupt what she wrote. now she was nervous, should she wear something casual or dressy? she didn't want to look like she tried too hard. this was always a dilemma when getting together with ben, but thankfully, she knew the perfect person to consult. her friend lorraine clemens was always there for her, she was basically her best friend, not counting benjamin. she decided to also send her a quick text, asking her for advice. gracie scrolled down her endless list of contacts, finally coming upon londiebby. she was the only one who knew about the fact that she fell fast and hard for her best friend.

halp me, meeting with you know who and idek whut to wear. major crisis.

after sending the second text message this morning, she rushed to her closet, looking for a sign of a presentable outfit. at last, after she picked out her black skater skirt and white blouse, the raven haired girl headed to the meeting place, starbucks.

[mint.]

- bump

[yuki,]

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-------A low, buzzing sound woke the youth that morning, interrupting his peaceful night. He attempted to ignore it, burrowing further into his pillow and pulling the comforter up over his head. The annoyance did stop then, barely moments after it had started - only to sound seconds later just as loud. With a groan, Brody threw back the sheets and move to sit on the edge of his bed, hunched forward as he held his head in his hands. One hand scrubbed at his sleepy eyes whilst the other reached for his bedside table, scrambling for the phone resting there - the phone which had been vibrating off and on for the past minute or so to alert him to a text. It was only then - after reading the text from his girlfriend, Lorraine - that he realised how late he'd slept in.

-------With a muttered curse, he typed out a quickly reply. sure thing. cya there. It was short and slightly abrupt, but he was running late as it was. In fact, he then went on to send another text to Lorraine explaining that he would possibly be late. Then, after dropping his phone back onto his bed, he headed for the shower.


-------Brody stepped inside the cafe, poking his head around the door first to peer inside. It was pretty busy, he was quick to realise as he made his way for the slowly dwindling line. His eyes didn't stay on one spot for long, searching for Lorraine in the sea of faces. It didn't take him long to find her, a smile brightening his face as he watched her. Before he could call out to her, however, it was his turn to order. "Cappuccino, please." He requested, throwing the barista an easy smile as she took his order. His attention was soon back on Lorraine, however, and he was quick to head towards the girl once he'd collected his hot drink.

-------"Sorry, I'm late." The boy apologised immediately, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek before he sat down in the seat opposite. Despite his warm burgundy sweatshirt, which was zipped up all the way beneath his leather jacket, he was still grateful for the heat that passed from the ceramic to the palm of his hand as he wrapped both hands around the mug. His cheeks dimpled as he smiled across at the girl, hoping that she hadn't had to wait too long for him. "I hear you have a present for me?" Brody's head tipped to the side at this as he tried to smother his smile, a single brow raised in question. He didn't much care for the sweater though. Lorraine could keep it, in fact. It wasn't as if he'd miss it all that much.


tagged: lorraine.

(i hope this is ok, mint. sorry that it's so late and crap. my muse has not been cooperating as of late. xc)

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ʟᴀʙᴇʟ: decaf
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: pleasantly cheerful
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴏɴ: home
ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: t-shirt + slacks
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: gracie [thought]
ᴏᴏᴄ: this post is crap

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ilovecoffeeBenjamin was cleaning out his pearl white coffee cup when his phone vibrated, notifying him of a text message. The brunet finished drying off his mug and hands, then, checked his phone. Gracie's name flashed on the screen followed by the text. It read, how could i possibly? *wink.. but for now.. i need coffee asap & my mom forgot to buy some.. meet me at our table in 5? hurrryyyyy. Ben already had his morning coffee and was tempted to pass. However, he downed his usual, a decaffeinated coffee, and would order the same at the shop. Therefore, he would not be hyped up on caffeine even if he had another hot beverage. The brunet softly smiled down at the text and started to text back. Okay, I'll see you there," he wrote. Once he pressed "send," Ben grabbed his winter coat and trotted out the door. Once he stepped outside, the wind nipped at his skin, and his cheeks eventually transformed into a pastel pink as a result of the winter chill. Ben hustled into his car and jumped into the front seat. The brunet stuck the metallic key into the car and started the engine. The brief drive only took him a few minutes to arrive at Starbucks. Ben parked the vehicle and stepped outside. His eyes scanned the parking lot for his best friend's car or any other sign of the girl. Unable to locate any evidence of her, he stepped inside the coffee shop. Gracie was nowhere to be seen, so he took a seat at their usual table. Anxiously tapping his fingers on the table, Ben impatiently waited for his best friend.

[mint.]

i will post tomorrow. i apologize :c

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[~*Reeses*~]

{I will be posting tonight or tomorrow..
Have been busy~}

[thorne.]

[[- sorry i'm such a poop. i'll try to get a post up sometime tomorrow. xc ]