Good Girls | Phoenix, AZ

 Everything she said had been met with an understanding nod as it was all Silas could relate to when he had moved out. “The world is pretty big, but eventually you come to realize that it’s a small one.” Since his departure from his own hometown, the boy had ran into old classmates left and right and in various parts of the country. “The small world was easy, everyone knew who you were, you didn’t need to establish any identity at all.”

“Children's songs lied to me.” She said playfully, though the truth behind her statement was something that she genuinely believed. “It's a small world after all? Biggest lie I've ever heard— this world is way too big for me to handle.” She let out a bit of a laugh, trying to make light of their otherwise serious conversation.

her mind was flooded with such sheer joy when he didn’t badger her for more details than she had already divulged. even in her state of distress, she was able to appreciate this virtue of his. many would have investigated into her murky memories containing wretched screams and calloused hands. it was all so surreal, flooding her at once. somehow in her misery though, she was able to concentrate on his face. winter could get lost in his maze of perfect imperfections, with flagrant disregard for the oxymoron in it. there was both love and lust consuming her, both unfamiliar territory for her. it wasn’t something she could help. her vision was distorted by tears, yet there was one crystal clear sight — landon. that was true beauty, in her opinion, to be able to destroy the barrier of sadness. “i do,” she mumbled, “i do.” in the repetition, her tone mounted, becoming more adamant. “i’m sorry for not coming out with all of this sooner. i tried to hide everything, pretend that my history wasn’t a part of me. it might not be something i’m proud of, but the counselor i talked to here in america said it wasn’t my fault. and even though it may take months or years to truly one hundred percent believe in her, i can at least start. it wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t.” the affirmation was shaky, though she’d rehearsed it multiple times in the mirror as part of her recovery. “but i can’t ignore it either. it may be painful, but losing you would be far worse. so i’ll endure it, for your sake and mine. if we don’t put everything on the table, we won’t be able to grow in our — um,” it wasn’t that she couldn’t pair the appropriate english word with it; she genuinely didn’t know what they were.

“—relationship?" he finished her sentence for her, unsure if his guess was the word she was looking for. relationship didn't only mean romantic involvement, anyway, it just meant the association between two people. this word had a tendency to confuse a lot of people, even people whose first language was english. the relationship that the two shared was definitely confusing, even he wasn't sure what to call it. "you don't have to ignore it. it's a part of you, and i can't ignore that either. neither of us have to pretend that it never happened. it's painful, but it happened. pretending will only make it worse. winter, i'm not going to pretend that this never happened to you, but i'm not going to treat you any differently because of it. it's not your fault that it happened. it's in the past now. you can focus on what you want in the future. you're not going to lose me." he reassured her that this was not a deal breaker to him. if anything, he was glad that she had the courage to be honest with him. he valued honesty above anything else.

avery jumps a bit too high, and he thinks: ‘shit, i’m going to die’. he pivots slowly, silently thanking himself for skipping on shaving for the past two weeks. “—uh, i don’t know? like, man, i thought this was mines. the car i mean, not the parking lot… yeah.” you can tell from a distance that he’s nervous; his gaze falls below him and his fingers twitch, not to mention that he splutters in every incoherent sentence he forms.  "okay so, i can’t find my car- crazy right? who loses a car? but i thought this was mines, but my school stuff and stupid things aren’t in there, plus it’s clean. oh, yeah, i kinda went in, oops- but i didn’t take anything, i swear." he forgets that he’s in front of the car, and when he steps backwards, his hip jabs into the vehicle.

landon laughs at himself for panicking so quickly— it was apparent now that no harm was going to be done here, this guy was obviously so much more panicked then landon was. “okay, sorry, i just panicked a little bit." he holds his hands up defensively, offering an apologetic smile. he's trying not to laugh at the stranger, because that would just be rude, but this entire situation seems so funny to him. "you lost your car? how'd you manage that?" he raises an eyebrow up quizzically, thoroughly confused on how somebody could misplace their own car. "are you sure you parked here? maybe you parked somewhere else, man." 

Salvatore had always lived in that apartment in a loud lifestyle no one has ever complained about. He was either just blasting off his playlist or playing his own instruments and not one person has told him not to. So when someone knocked on his door to tell him to keep it down, he was surprised. He gave her the one-over, a hand gripping the neck of his guitar while the strap on his shoulder held it up from falling. She was… well, she was cute. He couldn’t help but notice the bunny slippers she had on, causing a smirk to appear on his face. “That’s what she said,” he remarked, shrugging a shoulder with the smirk still present on his face. “Though they do love it when I’m loud.” He snickered. “Reading, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow. “Alright, alright. I’ll keep it down for you, love,” he said. “Enjoy reading your book.” Though, he knew he really wouldn’t keep it down for her once she enters her place again.

“Thank you, yeah, you do that.” She was a little bit taken aback by his first words, if she was being honest. Trying to maintain her composure, she nodded her head firmly as she turned around on her heel and began to walk back to her room. That went surprisingly well, she hadn't expected it to be that easy to talk him out of being so disruptive. Once she finally returned to her room, she sighed to herself in admiration of the peace and quiet, ready to bask in sweet serenity.

Alexander chuckled as he smiled as he heard her. His eyes directing to the screen before back towards her. He was honestly happy inside just for the film to start. “Too soon? Yeah! All you need to trust.”

“I know, I know— I may have been a little bit impatient." She laughed at herself, shaking her head slightly as she looked over at the boy. 

He waited until his boyfriend was laying down before pleasuring him, smiling at his sweet words. “Only for daddy,” he whispered, climbing off the male and resting between his legs. He unbuttoned Aiden’s jeans and tugged them down slightly along with his boxers, giving just enough room to reveal his cock. Wyatt wrapped his hand around the length and began to stroke the other, placing a gentle kiss at the tip of Aiden’s cock. “I love you,” he whispered, licking around the head of the males cock.