cold spaghetti. closed && beginning.

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ℂoen ℬryce ɴickels
when you left she was wreck cause
she said you left a mess but you
said that'd you be back home didn't
want to see her alone and you bet
she took your word cause she said
you'll never learn. all the things
that you put her through, don't
know why she's coming back to you.

eighteen | single | mr. winter

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coen perked an eyebrow up, somewhat phased by her response. it wasn't necessarily common to meet someone who also had a similar interest in music. he liked my chemical romance, mcr for short, and a few other bands: the maine, sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, we the kings, and even ed sheeran. he would also have to agree linkin park and simple plan were also some beastly bands along with def leppard, nirvana, poison, heyhihello, and skillet. there were some songs he could get into that dealt with skillet and others he really hated. "hey, whatever floats your boat, bob." coen replied, shutting his phone off and placing it in his lap. "play welcome to the black parade, or na na na. honestly, they're a pretty cool band. i'll actually stand outside shops and say "welcome to the black parade", it's the best thing to do. the reactions are priceless." he informed the pretty girl, sitting back in the seat and fiddling with his phone. it was a nervous habit, really. just like drumming fingers on a hard surface or tugging at your hair - just a nervous habit. this wasn't to say he felt awkward around the beauty, coen just wasn't sure what to do with himself. he averted the eye contact and stared at the front window, the bus door now closing and jolting forward. coen almost spilt his hot chocolate again, but this time it would be considered an accident. ah, so they were finally going to their destination now? that was nice. this meant no matter how much the brunet annoyed primrose, she couldn't leave the bus. bulletproof plan with little to no flaws - cool.

[wonderlandwolf]

{ sorry, i did and still do have really bad writer's block. i have a few roleplays where i feel like i can write ten chunky paragraphs, then i have about three + where i can't write anything. let's see, this one, the one on one with aconite.... }

ＰＲＩＭＲＯＳＥ ＥＬＬＩＮＧＴＯＮx♔ { mood :: neutral } { tagged :: coen } { location :: bus }

hmm, interesting. primrose spoke quietly, pausing as if she were to say more. then continuing on with her doings, she shut her mouth, much more calmer and collected than she was a few seconds ago. the british brat had finally shut up.

primrose was fairly popular, she had no reason not to be. good looks, fairly intelligent, and someone who could easily be accepted into society. she was the one that had the easy ride through highschool; well, so far at least. however, she wasn't too interested in cheerleading or romantic relationships at this point. she was in gymnastics and dance; cheering on a group of arrogant males didn't really do it for her. she had dated a few in the past, nothing serious though. and to be frank, she didn't really want one. and though she came off as high maintenance, she was quite simple. didn't really ask for anything, more importantly beg for anything. so, she didn't really consider herself as a prep. they weren't as bad as they were in the movies, though there were some rotten ones in the bunch. she usually hung out with her own group of friends; midna, blaise, lizzie, and joel. she usually was always seen with at least one of the four, and didn't stray far off to socialize with others, despite knowing them.