“god ---- this shit is bad, right? i’m not just being a douchebag?” fitz sinks into his chair a little bit lower, having to fight the urge to shield his eyes from the disaster happening upon that stage. when stand up is good, it’s fine ---- but when it’s bad, it’s horrible. the energy of the room makes his stomach sink, and he can’t help but want to crawl out the back. “can’t we just leave? i feel like i’m gonna be sick. this shit’s giving me anxiety, bro.”

                       it takes rex two long groans and a (  accidental  )  kick to colby’s shin before he gets up from the warmth of the sheets to close the curtains. once he does so he jumps into the bed and curls himself up on to her side.  ‘  so now that i have closed the curtains in the apartment where i have fucked your pussy, would you be so kind and finally tell me how the sex was  ?  ’  he was like a needy puppy, his eyes were wide awaiting her answer.  truthfully, he hoped whatever she was going to say next wouldn’t hurt his ego too bad.

             colby smiles into the pillow as she watches rex begin to climb out of the bed ---- said smile is long gone once his foot is colliding with her shin, leaving a string of expletives to fall from that pretty mouth of hers. as he comes back to bed, she props herself up onto an elbow to gaze down at him, the corner of her mouth turning up. “it was good,” she finally says. “surprisingly good, actually.” she laughs and rolls onto her back. “don’t let that go to your head.”

                       ’ what the fuck  !  ’ he says groggily as he females the female’s forehead hit his shoulders.  mornings were always a blur for rex ,  this morning especially. he rolls on his stomach and lets out a loud groan.  ‘  can you just do it  ?  i’m sleeping.  ’  he pulls the pillow over his head and tries to sink himself even further into the mattress.  rex wasn’t the romantic type in the morning ,  he was a messy sleeper  ––– one of his worst qualities.  the morning after sex was never easy for him ,  but for some reason with colby lying right by his side he knew everything was fine and he didn’t have to be ashamed of anything.  ‘  so how was the sex  ?  ’  he says ,  his voice is muffled due to the fact he’s literally six feet deep into the mattress.

        colby has never really been the stay the night type-- most of the time, she dipped before any of the guys she had sex with could question anything. though she was prepared to wake up and for rex to be gone, she finds that she’s a little relieved that he’s still there. some may even go as far as to say happy. “you stay at my apartment, in my bed, after fucking my pussy, and you won’t even close the curtains? shame.” she rolls over onto her stomach, face smushed in the pillow. “i’ll let you know when you close the curtains.”

         her hand is clasped over her eyes, a groan emitting from her lips-- fuck, she forgot to shut her curtains again before bed. but all of her clothes were strewn about the room after her tryst with rex and she knows the second she slips from the warmth of her down comforter, it’s all downhill from there. instead, she rolls over, forehead colliding with rex’s shoulder. “ow, fuck--” she giggles, rubbing her forehead and peaking up at him. “can you close the curtains. it’s bright as fuck in here.”

in a small town that has been under the public eye since a pop culture phenomenon used it as the setting, strange things were happening long before the town was a tourist trap; including the disappearance of ben beckett. but perhaps lake wayworth was never just an innocent and useful place to set the dark dusk series. perhaps the author knew more than she was letting on. with the author and main star of the movie series now missing, perhaps it's the very creatures that are hiding in the shadows of the town that are the key to finding out who and what are responsible for these disappearances. a mysterious pale family with a house tucked away in large house in the woods, a motorcycle gang that keeps its circle tight, and a gaggle of girls constantly running around the local apothecary... perhaps lake wayward is more fictional after all.

i’m in the mood for supernatural stuff........ LIKE this if you’re down ! i’ll come to you for muse :)

TEDDY: kind of wish i had gone to vegas TEDDY: but also my liver is thankful i didn’t