if it was even possible, his words only made her fall deeper in love with him. he had yet to hear her side of the story and there was not a single hint of skepticism, of judgment or dislike in his gaze. shit….everything about this boy is just so damn perfect, luna doesn’t know why she’s even surprised anymore. so she strides forward towards him, tugging at his collar to press her lips against his, decisive and somewhat hastened but with no less love than their last one. if anything it was stronger, the rush of fervour working to emphasize her need to portray her feelings. moments pass and she’s pulling back, only meeting his gaze for a few seconds before sun-kissed visage hides in his chest, wrapping her arms around him  ( the height difference considerably larger when she hugs him like this ).  “i love you.”  there was no reason to say it and it was likely not the response he was waiting to hear; still, those words were out before she realized it.  “thank you….for waiting to listen..”

Maybe it was insane to love someone so much that you didn’t care what mistakes they made. Cliches and bad ideas had never been his go to when it came to love, but Luna always made him throw everything out the window. There was something terrifying about loving someone so deeply that he didn’t care about anyone else. Then again, there was also something wonderful about it. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, he could only sigh softly and tug her that much closer. His chin resting softly in her hair, his hands rubbing gently down her back, in this moment, there was no judgment. As far as he was concerned, something horrible like that only made Luna more of a victim. “I love you too.” Even in a sad moment, the words brought a small smile to his lips. It was almost like recognition. As if someone was patting him on the back and saying hey, you didn’t fuck it up this time. “I’ll keep listening if that’s what you want.”

“Grey,” Addison repeated, nodding ever so slightly as she continued to linger in the doorway. It was always strange in her opinion, meeting someone new after running with the same crowd for so long. And while it had also been herself and Evie – the dream team – with Trevor now in the mix, it was nice to think that possibly she would have someone else to run off to when being an eternal third wheel became suffocating. “Well, Grey—-” She went onto say then, giving the brunette a half shrug as her gaze traveled from his, down to the sweater in her hands, material caught between slightly flustered fingers as she worried the fabric. “I mean… It’s not like I really care, or whatever, if they break up or stay together,” Addy told him, briefly wondering why exactly she was continuing to ramble about Evie; especially to someone she had just met. Not that he seemed to care; but her grandmother always told her that when you found a kindred spirit, they were someone to hold onto. “But you’re probably right. Though anyone as vapid as Trevor probably wasn’t the best conversationalist to begin with, so.” With that, she shrugged. “—- Hey, can I ask you something?” Addy questioned, eyebrows raising ever so slightly as she did so. “… How many times per day would you say that someone makes a fifty shades joke regarding your name…?” It was meant to be teasing, a huff of a chuckle passing her lips as she somehow found herself smirking at the boy before her. “I’d probably put myself out of my misery if I were you.”

As the brunette continued to ramble on about her roommate and how much she disliked the so-called boyfriend, Greyson was fairly certain there was more to the story than that. Fortunately, Greyson had never really been the nosey type, so he left it alone. This Trevor guy would probably disappear if this Evie girl was as great as Addison apparently thought she was. And what would happen after that? Well, he didn’t know or care. They had only met a few minutes ago after all, and he didn’t even know what the other girl looked like as of right now. However, he did make a mental note of it, reminding himself to bring it up later if they ever ran into one another again. It was rare for him to make a connection with someone so quickly, so if he could befriend the other brunette, he wasn’t against it. “You’re the first.” He answered, raising his own eyebrows as if questioning her motives. The look dropped no more than a second later though, as an almost teasing smile graced her lips and he realized--- oh. She’s fucking with him. Humming in slight amusement, he bent back in his seat. “At least my name doesn’t sound like it belongs to a milk maid in the 1800′s.” The words were teasing, which was honestly a bit of a shock. Very few people could get this side of him, and almost no one could get it so quickly. Addy was definitely an odd one, but he figured they’d get along pretty well from now on.

Sweater cradled to her chest, prepared to return it back to Evie as she then turned on her heels to leave, it was when the other spoke up that she found herself stopping, slightly surprised that the brunette was continuing their brief conversation as she turned back with curious hesitance. “—– I mean, I’ve never exactly been the social butterfly, so that would make sense,” She replied, equally as flat as she peered back at the boy before her. “My roommate on the other hand …” With that, she grimaced. “I’m sure you’ve seen her macking on her boyfriend at some point; probably in an elevator or something equally as shitty, because they just can’t seem to avoid cliches.” Hand lifting then to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she went on. “Addison, though. That’s… hi,” She told him, shaking her head despite herself at her awkward delivery. “Or Addy. Whichever floats your boat more, I guess.” She was just so unused to having to converse with anyone other than her few floor mates in this building. 

Greyson couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but the girl reminded him of someone. Not all that social but somehow still polite, tired of the romantic bullshit, she was-- Huh. He supposed she was almost like him. If he could manage to find someone then maybe his whole idea of love was just a big lie. Then again, Luna had gone missing since the kiss. It was like one moment they were perfect and the next... His mind was cluttered again, thoughts somewhere they didn’t belong. The least he could do was finish the conversation with the brunette, or Addy as she called herself. “Yeah well, social butterfly isn’t exactly my middle name.” He mused softly, only furrowing his eyebrows when the girl rambled about her roommate. “In that case, you can call me Grey. Sorry to hear about your roommate, but don’t worry. Any couple who shoves that much pda down your throat usually breaks up in the end. If they have nothing better to do than kiss then the relationship probably ended a long time ago.” He replied, shrugging a bit. Greyson wasn’t sure why but talking to her felt easy, almost as if he knew she wouldn’t judge him. Or maybe because he thought they could judge other people together. Either way, he was much more comfortable with her than with most others.

he managed to escape her grip, and before she could protest, before she could even say anything at all, grin was cued as he took off his shoes. he had agreed and her heart squeezed a little out of joy. eyes make no effort to look away as he took off his clothes ( unless he were to meet her gaze since that would be embarrassing ), again reminded of how much he had matured since last time. remembers a teenage boy, fit for his age but nothing compared to now. a man. summer hue swept olive complexion, heart skipping a beat, as if this fact had just hit her for the first time. “i wouldn’t let you do this on your own.” smiles, deciding to mimic him and took off blue dress, left in the silver bikini she’d brought underneath. unlike him, she hadn’t changed that much  —  curves a bit wider where they needed, but still quite dainty. definitely not considered nymphet. walks towards the edge, looking back with jutted hand; if they were going to jump, they had to do it together, otherwise it’d take away the most important detail of this little adventure. “ready?” while her heart was racing, it was only five percent due to jumping off a cliff. the other ninety-five percent was the rush she was getting from doing this with grey. from still being able to have fun like this with grey.

And just like that--- there she was. His eyes had immediately fallen to look at the bare skin she was now showing off. The funny thing was, Luna hadn’t changed at all. Sure, she might have been an inch taller or something but she looked the same. It was almost like looking back in time, seeing something that he never could before. Now that they were finally here, together? He could see it. She was beautiful. It was that exact moment that made all his fears seemingly wash away. Falling in love with a girl like this was far from shocking, but having one love you back? That was like winning the lottery and a game show all in one day. The odds of something so perfect working out was slim. Maybe that’s why it took them two chances. Now that they fought their way back into one another’s arms, Greyson was sure he would do it again and again, just to keep her close. Just to feel her love. Fingers intertwined, heart beat seemingly speeding up as brown eyes fell on the water below. “Ready.” And just like that, his feet were no longer in the grass but falling in the air. Life seemed to slow down around him like an old movie scene. As others looked up at the sight and they came crashing down, he felt words bubbling up near his lips. It was only a few seconds of falling, but somehow he managed to tell her. “I love you.” Then they hit the water. Life sped back up again, the nerves came crashing down on his chest, his cheeks flushed and he finally came back up for air. Before she could so much as a reply, he swallowed the lump in his chest and continued. “I still love you.” The words were soft, hands shaky, breathing heavy, but they had finally come out. Blackmail or not, it was time for him to say it anyway. Swimming closer to her, one hand fell on her cheek, pausing for only a moment to make sure this is what she wanted and then--- after years, he kissed her.

he seemed distracted. she wonders if there’s something bothering and/or worrying him. perhaps he also……. no. she wasn’t usually the type to ask right away, would rather distract him until she’s able to get a smile out of him before prying  ( a method that tended to work with grey before, and perhaps it’s the same couple of years later ). “wooow, what a chicken. ok you rejected my dare so it’s punishment time; this one is worse, trust me.”  grasps his hand, dragging him along with her towards a small cliff  —  during the day she’s seen a lot of teenagers jump from it ( quite the popular ‘wild’ sport ) but never found the courage to do it herself. “we’re jumpin’.” she made sure he wouldn’t let go of her hand to run away, gripping tightly and glancing upwards at his towering frame ( compared to hers ). “i’ll save ya if you drown, ok?” toothy grin, already guessing his response but regardless, she’d annoyingly persist; desperately seeking a memorable night with him that would be all crazy and fun, to make up for the lost years spent apart. she owed him that much.

He knew exactly what she was doing. Even after all these years, Luna was still Luna. The girl was a sucker for adventures and memories they wouldn’t forget. Grey supposed he was like that too, except she preferred to live in the moment and he preferred to capture it in photographs so it could never be forgotten. Still, saying no to her had always been impossible. “What about my camera and my phone and my clothes.” He grumbled a bit, eyes casting down towards all the things he didn’t really want to get wet. Still, Grey knew what she would say. Don’t bring them, but how do you make a memory like this and not capture it? Huffing a bit childishly, he tugged his hand out of her’s. Before she could argue, he kicked his shoes off and began to place his things on the floor. If anyone touched his camera, there would be hell to pay, but for her? He could survive without it for a few minutes. Tugging his clothes off, he left only his black boxers. There was no way a black pair of jeans would be comfortable after getting soaked. Plus, he’d want to warm up afterward so he supposed this would have to do. “You jump, I jump.” He replied before groaning a bit at how cheesy it came out. “I mean if I have to, you better too. Not the shitty titanic movie quote.” All thoughts about the blackmail seemed to fade away, but eventually, he’d have to man up.

perhaps taut with anxiety over the whole gossip and secrets thing. even at a bonfire that carried such a carefree environment, something within the depths of her stomach hurt  —  mostly because she knew her secret would be revealed. not once did she think twice ‘pon what she’d been forced to do; she already fucked up once. wouldn’t make the same mistake twice with added lies. and as luna’s gaze looks up at grey, who walked beside her, she knows she’s made the right choice, even if judgement followed penumbra of past. “i know the water’s cold and whatever, but you can’t say no to a dare. come on grey, i dare you to jump in!”  /  @greymarks

renee had been watching series until late in the night, it wasn’t even unusual for her to go to bed at 4am. for some reason she never really rested before then. though as she’d looked out the window she’d noticed just how clear the sky had been tonight and was now on her way out for a walk, maybe it’d help her. she was pretty excited, everything about the night and the sky made renee excited, so much she barely managed to swerve out of the way when she rounded the corner just as another person came up. “ shit. “ she exclaimed covering her mouth. “ almost gave me a heart attack there. “ she noted before looking at the male, she’d seen him around the building a couple of times. “ i have problems sleeping, it’s all. - what are you doing up? “

with a pair of jimmy choo heels dangling from one hand, winona used the other to steady her steps as she made her way through the apartment building to her door. she wasn’t all that drunk, but the world around her was still spinning almost to the point where she started to doubt whether the world was actually drunk itself. barely paying attention, her body almost collided with another as she rounded a corner. “ watch where you’re going ” she spat before she could even identify who the person in front of her was. when she took a closer look, however, her scowl didn’t falter. she never really knew why she and grey had a particular distaste for each other, she just knew they did. crossing her arms and focusing all of her mental energy into standing upright, a look of clear defiance took residency on her expressions “ since when do we make small talk ?? ” she quipped “ but if you must know, i’m on my way to a cult meeting. it’s off with a tomcat’s head tonight ”

gaze widens at the sight of tears, taking off her seat belt in somewhat panic. “wha-wait, why are you crying!?” it was so……foreign. she can’t remember ever witnessing grey cry before. the shock of it all nearly marred the smile she thought she caught glimpse of; but oh, it was like bliss when he did. a small part of her wanted to cry out of happiness for being able to look at his smile just once more; hadn’t thought it to be possible anymore. around her anyway. and his laugh, luna had forgotten what that was like, and even today it was still her favourite sound. the only one able to make her feel right at home; only she can’t quite tell what kind of feelings are hiding behind it. behind the scene currently happening before her; she was in dire need of elucidation. it wasn’t until he brought up the microwave, until the laughter that followed nostalgia had tapered through his beautiful mouth that realization hits her and her heart starts burning with kindled hope. she begins feeling the way she did when they used to hang out. comfortable. and just right. she almost sighs in relief, instead smiling in adoration at laughing grey, whose name she found never suited him in these moments; with his feelings unveiled he shines the brightest. a light to her hidden darkness. she meets his gaze, a soft mien ( in usually insouciant features ) compared to the one she received earlier today when she went over to his house; she almost wants to reach out to touch him to make sure this is real. “…are you forgiving me?” husky cadence in a low voice, just above a whisper. she needs to hear the words. needs to know he no longer hates her, isn’t angry at her anymore.

“grey?” jude confirmed, typing it into his phone. lifting his phone, he navigated to his camera and quickly snapped a picture of the boy in front of him before he had time to protest. he was no photographer, but he think he can take a mean picture. it helped that greyson was considered pretty damn attractive by all angles, and the picture definitely did him justice. saving the contact information, jude slipped his phone back into his back pocket and turned his attention towards greyson. “why don’t you buy me a drink?” he asked, leaning his forearms against the edge of the bar. “isn’t that what people do when they find someone attractive? buy them a drink?” jude wasn’t really looking for anything, and it was always against his rules to sleep with the same person twice, but this guy hardly counted right? jude barely remembered him, and honestly that’s basically a travesty. besides, what’s a little flirting when you get free drinks out of it?

He hums in agreement, something almost humorous about someone taking his photo for a change. That doesn’t stop the way his eyebrows automatically furrow as if wondering if that was really necessary. Still, the brunette doesn’t care enough to stop the amateur photographer; he probably couldn’t even if he wanted to. “You think I find you attractive?” Grey questioned, almost ignoring the actual point of the sentence. “See, told you. You’re cocky when intoxicated. Unfortunately for you, I’m not really into the one-night stand scene these days and have literally no reason to try to impress you.” The words come out quick and casual, almost without thought. Maybe that’s an effect of the alcohol finally hitting his system because as uncharacteristic it is for him to ramble, it’s even more out of place for him to smile like he was in that moment. “You’re pretty, though. If it boosts your ego, I’ll buy you a drink anyway.” The smile turned into a more of a smirk as he leaned back a bit on the bar stool. It’s odd. A month ago, he was so devoid of anything important in life that we would have slept with just about anyone. Not that Jude was bad, far from it. This was almost impressive, not exactly the worst a drunk idiot could do. Now? You could probably show him the hottest guy or gal at the bar and his mind would still wander to someone who was more important. “Vodka or whiskey?”