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her heart skips a beat, like It does anytime violet pays her a compliment. unlike some of the thirsty boys at the apartment, leilani prides herself on her ability to keep It in her pants. she may be developing deep routed feelings for vi, but she’s also aware of how good their relationship is right now. the risk of losing everything was far too daunting to make a move, and yet… she found herself daydreaming. constantly lost in those big brown eyes, she envisioned a future where they could come home to one another. was It silly to think fate brought them here at the same time for a reason? “i missed you more.” she insists with a playful boop to her friend’s nose. though for a split second, she freezes when violet wraps her up in the towel. the panic is soon replaced by a feeling of safety and security. something that she struggled to find before moving here. her cheek rests against violet’s shoulder for only a second, memorizing the way she smelt of cooking oil and sea salt before they pulled away. “okay, first of all? i am never tired of your veggie burgers. i would eat one every single day if i could, and usually i do.” she laughs warmly, scooting to sit closer to her on the sand. “but i am actually thrilled to try your pasta, dying to actually.”

violet’s nose scrunches as the other playfully taps her. she tries (and royally fails) to bite back the laughter that escapes her just by that simple gesture. the two seemed to get eachother. vi met plenty of people ever since her move to miami but.. lei was special. lei never criticized her for blind, poorly thought-out ambition or excitable personality. she knew lei would be honest with her. she appreciated vi for who she really was -- and she felt incredibly lucky to have a friend like her. “i don’t think that’s possible,” she shakes her head. vi spent her entire afternoon thinking up a list of things she wanted to tell lei about. as they settle onto the sandy ground, she opens up the picnic basket. “can’t serve it on the truck but i still love to experiment. so, i present you.. penne alla vodka. 100% vegan.” she reveals a rather large tupperware box filled with pasta. “this one’s for you.” she hands her the bowl and a fork. then pulls out a second bowl for herself. “so... what do you wanna hear about first? the truck or... this really cool person i met. i mean he’s... really cool.” 

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if there was a word for this budding relationship It was incompatible. they may have met mere moments ago, but even matthew could see they didn’t make an ounce of sense. with girls like this, it’s a game. they fawn over him, he sleeps with them once or twice, they call It a day. violet isn’t quite like the other girls though. her fawning isn’t just hormones and a sex drive. it’s soft. it’s sickeningly sweet, with sincere smiles and tiny glances. it’s everything he likes to avoid. she’s something he’d like to avoid. that’s just proving to be more difficult than originally thought. “yeah no actually, you don’t have to thank me at all.” matt insists with a small groan under his breath. this isn’t him being sincere or charming, though he understands quite quickly that she’ll probably take It that way anyway. how do you scare off a girl whose red green colorblind and has gotten her flags mixed up? as they walk through the halls of the apartment building, he can’t help but judge himself for getting into this mess in the first place. should’ve just booked It when he could. adrian was probably watching from around a corner, taking notes so he could laugh at matthew’s downfall later. bastard. he would find this rather funny. “wait what.” he stops outside the elevator, pushing the button with his elbow. “are you seriously telling me that you have a whole fucking food truck and you don’t cook meat? god damn, how the hell are you in business?” 

her mind wondered, gaze tracing the various tattoos on his arms. covered in ink. he was  like a walking museum she’d be lucky to explore some day. vi had never been brave enough to get a tattoo. maybe he’d hold her hand while she took that plunge. she always wanted to get her mom’s name printed somewhere. his hands were probably just as soft as his heart. just as calloused but still soft to the touch. lost in her own sickeningly romantic thoughts --  violet nearly missed his insist that she not thank him. “don’t get all humble on me now,” she giggled. “for real, it was really nice of you to help me out.” violet wasn’t sure how the universe placed him right in front of her. meant to be. maybe that’s why she forgot her bag at home that day. she wanted to ask him a billion more questions. like a crash course in getting to know her new mysterious and brooding neighbor. but, luckily he speaks up before she was able to do that. the question makes her burst into laughter -- bubbly and bright. “there’s a lot of vegans and vegetarians in miami, you know that right? and...” she shrugs. “my burgers are can satisfy even the biggest carnivore. you’ve got to just try one.” and the perfect for her to step up another excuse to see him arises. “i can bring you one, tomorrow? if you’d like?” she offers, carefully. “or... you could stop by the truck anytime. no sweet potato fries, i promise.” 

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clarahq​

“that’s fucked up? you literally just admitted that you used my ‘gross’ coconut ginger toothpaste. it’s not my fault you didn’t bother to read the label on what you stole.” clara bent down to pick up the speaker and held it close to her like a lost pet or child. “only if you agree to do the same. I have textbooks coming next week, so I’d like to actually see them.”

“well i’ve never seen coconut toothpaste, i kinda had to. why don’t you just get the regular mint stuff? i mean that was just weird.” adrian says, flatly. as much as it sounds like a joke (and he is somewhat joking) there’s some truth to that. curiosity really does get the better of him. “why would i keep your textbooks?” he asked, as if he hadn’t also kept weird her toothpaste.

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orphicfms​:

their apartment smells exactly how you’d imagine a suburban mother to smell in december. sweet, in a nauseating way. on a good day, matthew would crawl out of his room in the late afternoon complaining about adrian’s overpriced candles. today, unfortunately, was not one of his good days. “hey, do me a favor and shut the fuck up. i’m thinking.” those are the first words that escape his lips today. the sleep is still in his eyes, his tshirt hanging off one shoulder loosely as he paces around the apartment moving shit around. the bag in his hands is now sitting on the counter, things flying out as he searches frantically. when adrian pipes up again, matthew turns around. he’s glaring daggers at his supposed best friend, a clear look of bitterness falling onto his features. in this moment, it’s gonna take everything in him not to lash out further. “listen. i can’t find my fucking notebook, so if you have an issue with me looking for It then you can shove It up your ass.” 

ah, yes. the famous fucking notebook. he’s seen this scramble to find it one too many times. "where’d you last see it?” adrian asked, incredibly nonchalant, as if it was a really good question to ask. matt definitely hadn’t thought of that one. adrian can’t recall if somewhere in the mist of his cleaning he’d tossed the notebook somewhere. couldn’t have. as much as he ‘didn’t care’ about the missing notebook -- he wouldn’t have been that negligent. clearly, it mattered to matt so... adrian probably would’ve just tossed it on his bed. he rolls his eyes at the other’s dramatics. if looks could kill, adrian would be six feet under. nonetheless, he doesn’t flinch at matt’s cold glare. if anything, adrian appears more exhausted by the other than scared of him. “it’s a notebook, dude. i’m sure it’s here somewhere. did you look in your room?” adrian returns to the side table, picking up a few empty beer bottles to discard. “have you thought of... i don’t know... switching to a laptop so you won’t have this problem? or would you lose a laptop too?” maybe now isn’t the time to poke the bear.  

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closed starter / matthew ( @orphicfms​ )

the scent of hazel nut and vanilla fills the living room. one of adrian’s very overpriced candles flicker on the coffee table as he fluffs one of the couch cushions. adrian spent the better part of his saturday morning tidying up their apartment. someone had to do it -- and he didn’t work well in too much clutter. perhaps it was just another means of distracting himself from the workload waiting for him in his room. one thing about adrian, he loved a little procrastination. he’d soon have to return to work now that the living room was cleaned to perfection. well, at least... it was clean. “hey -- !  put your shit in your room. i just cleaned up in here.” adrian scolded, though he hated how he sounded like someone’s dad. with a huff, he tries again. a little less... grandpa. “could you not right now.” 

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clarahq​:

“well, if I were to somehow have your electric toothbrush, would you really want that back? hypothetically… for sanitary reasons…” clara began as her eyes followed adrian’s directly to the new bluetooth speaker sitting on the coffee table. when her eyes realized what she was looking at, she looked up at adrian expectantly. “really? you are a horrendous liar. you are unbelievable.”

“wow, you used it? that’s just fucked up,” he lets out an incredibly dramatic sigh.  as if he hadn’t opened and used every package she order. somewhat hypocritical for him to be irritated about, and yet...  “i’m a very good liar,” he insists. in truth, it really just depends on what he’s lying about. the speaker was a little too obvious for him to pretend it wasn’t there. “fine, take it.  in the future... if you end up with any more of my stuff, could you just give it back?”

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burntt0astmp3​:

imogen lets out an amused laugh,  nodding her head along with the girl.  “ sure it can for sure be used for that, “ muses the brunette.  “ red is also a good date wine,  very passionate and full of lust, “ she explains.                                                                                            “ but if tears aren’t really on the agenda i’d go for something lighter, “  imogen couldn’t help but let her eyes wonder over the woman before her.  she was stunning and it was distracting.   “ oh yeah i’d say sweeter, crisper wines like rose pair really well with seafood,  so does white though. “     she’d been taught the etiquette of what wine pairs with what and what fork or spoon to be used with each dish from a young age.  she was always informed about the finer things in life.    “ my father owns the country club,  “ she says simply,  “ i’d be a little sad if i’d grown up around this stuff and didn’t remember a thing or two, “ shrugs imogen.   she couldn’t help but notice the wondering eye of violet,  chewing down on her lesser lip,  well it wasn’t exactly subtle nor just a friendly girl-to-girl glance and compliment.   “ thank you, “ she hums proudly,   “ versace can do no wrong, “  her own eyes peered down upon the others attire with a giggle and sweet but teasing grin.   “ i like the unicorn. “

violet was glad to have met this random girl. otherwise, she might’ve stood there for thirty more minutes thinking over whether or not her friends would like a wine with leather notes (whatever that meant). “i’ll get both. a rose and... one of those white ones. that way there’s enough to go around. this’ll be good for a party of like, 6 right?” violet asked. “the country club! the one just off the highway? that’s so cool! i’ve been dying to go.” violet knew the country club, for sure. she even had a few costumers tell her her veggie burger was better than the one there. she never had the chance to actually go stake out the place. mainly because she was pretty sure she couldn’t afford a single thing at that establishment. violet couldn’t help but admire the other. something about her just begged to be appreciated. violet was a little bit embarrassed about being so underdressed compared to the other.  “thank you. i got it at target.” she says with a giggle, pulling at the bottom hem of her old t-shirt.  “i’m vi, by the way. owner of happy cow food truck. i’m parked just outside here.” 

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strcwberrywine​:

today had been a pretty busy day at the shop. there was finally a lull in customers so she took this opportunity to clean up around the shop. when kinsey heard the bell on the front door ring, she put a smile on her face and turned to face the person. when she saw who it was, her customer service smile turned into a genuine one. “you might be in luck. i have one blueberry cinnamon roll left.”

“i’ll take it.” he says with a soft grin, leaning on the countertop. “do you have coffee? I should probably get my roommates something too, you got any reccomendations?” adrian appeared casual. as if he was there genuinely there for baked goods. which, in part he was. but maybe he just wanted to flirt with the cute baker behind the counter. 

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lolafms​:

“ I think your boss needs to be re-evaluated if he doesn’t notice” she said, finally reorienting herself to the world around her as Adrian went on. “You should have known that if you go out with matt you’re not getting back until at least half past midnight” it still baffled lola how Adrian hadn’t picked up on his patterns by now, but that was something she would have to think about more at time where her head wasn’t pounding against her skull. even so, it’s hard for her not to at least attempt a laugh at his god awful impression of her—you didn’t even get the accent right….you’re missing the little bit of spanish in there” she laughs, leading the way out to the sidewalk before she answer’s his question. “Some friends from NYU were in town so we just went to a couple of clubs downtown—they don’t get out often so it was either go hard or go home and well…I guess you can see how that ended up” her hands motioned towards her current state of being. “If you’re not doing anything tonight though do you think I could come over for a bit? As much as I hate to admit it I actually do miss you and matt right now—and coop’s eyes are probably gonna be glued to the screen watching the Super Bowl playoffs or whatever tonight so I could use the good company”  

“shit,” adrian mumbles under his breath. he pats his pockets for a park of sunglasses and places them on. “better? looks better right? can’t tell one bit.” how he’d go through an entire class with a pair of sunglasses... was a problem for future him to figure out. still, it was alot more than his eyes that reeked of an evening well spend. or, poorly spent -- depending on the side you’re on. right about now, adrian felt it was a night really badly spent. “it’s his fault! i kept saying, we’ve gotta go but the shots kept coming in yknow...” it was definitely adrian’s own fault but, it was easier to blame matt for his own lapse in judgement and immaturity. at least he made lola laugh with his very bad impression of her. so it wasn’t a total waste. “i’ll keep working on it.” he jokes, as if he was genuinely taking the feedback she was giving him. he nods, “and i wasn’t invited to hang with your nyu friends? wow, i see how it is.” he was definitely out with matt -- but, perhaps they could’ve all had a wild night as one big group. then again, he’d probably be feeling as bad as she was if he had. “yeah, course you can. you’ve gotta bring food though. i’m not cooking tonight.” adrian, matt, and jonah aren’t exactly a house of big sports fans. he wasn’t sure if the other’s had plans... but he was willing to bet it wasn’t the big game. he takes a turn down the block as they walked, nearing the local coffee shop. 

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marisolfm​:

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her cheeks were flushed , evidence of a long night well spent . she couldn’t remember the last time she went out , and it wasn’t because she literally couldn’t remember . it was because she hadn’t gone out in quite some time . between school and work and … attempting to get some sleep , it was a rarity for marisol to make it out on a friday night . and yet , there she was , loud music still pounding behind her , and a buzz humming in her veins . she craned her neck , tilting her face to the sky as she took in one long exhale … and then realized she was ready to go the fuck home . the smell of beer and cigarettes with the faintest hint of gasoline filled her senses , and she suddenly missed her shower . and her bed . and her dog . so she turned on her heel and began to walk ; ubers at this time of night were far too expensive , and it wasn’t all that far of a stroll . if anything , she’d just call … kelsey or vi on the way home , a choice she was already making as she walked , head down and staring hard at her phone screen . so hard , in fact , that she rammed directly into someone . “ shit , ” she swore , fumbling for her phone as it bounced from hand to hand almost comedically before she caught it , “ i’m so sorry , i was–– ” when she looked up , her stomach plummeted . adrian . at least when she saw matt , she knew what to expect . but with adri ? everything had been off kilter . it was like they forgot how to be human in each other’s presence . “ adrian , hi , sorry . i’m just –– ” she stepped around him , only to realize that if he had the same idea , they’d be walking the same route home , “ are you headed back right now ? ” –– @dreamlxndsfm​

 it seemed his headache wasn’t getting any better. for once, it wasn’t hangover induced.  piles and piles of reading, research, and a bunch of other shit he didn’t really want to do filled his week and added stress to his already stress prone life.  adrian needed this night out. just so he could blow off some steam. but, a couple drinks deep and still looming deadlines haunted him. so -- he finally decided to leave. for once, he didn’t have either of his roommates to walk home with. not that he minded. adrian found the crisp night air and the blue-black sky helpful. he could clear his head and just think about absolutely nothing. abruptly, adrian stopped walking and sifted through his pockets in search of his keys. just then, someone rammed directly into his back. “ow, what the fuck--” the collusion surprised him more than it actually hurt. he turns to see the (what he could only assume) drunk person who just crashed into him. and...... marisol. fuck, maybe he should’ve kept walking? saying hello felt too casual. but he should say something back. “..hey, marisol.... how’s it -- what uh, going on tonight?” none of what came out of his mouth made sense. adrian isn’t usually one for nerves... but this was uncomfortable. this awkward. if only matt was here. marisol and him could have one of their dramatic back and forths and adrian could sneak away unscathed. but there was no sneaking out of this one. “yeah. definitely just, yknow, heading home.” adrian tucks his hands in his back pockets, trying to appear casual. ah, and there are his keys.  

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with great skill, adrian carried a big stack of books and a large starbucks coffee. a balancing act, truly. his trip to the library was, obviously, was rather successful. he found a couple first editions and a few more books for a paper he’s working on. he’d be in a much sunnier mood if, he hadn’t forgotten his backpack in his apartment. he was... ready to get home to put all the things he carried down. walking into the lobby, he nearly didn’t hear the girl who’d walked in beside him speak. “hm --?” she said hello. it just caught him by surprised. adrian raised a brow. “...hello.” he tries to sound friendly, halting his steps. but, he can’t quite figure out if he’s seen this girl before. was he really that drunk last weekend?  though, as she continues he realizes... he’s speaking to a perfect stranger. “i do live here yeah,” he says with a short, dry chuckle. maybe he was in a rush, but the other’s stumbling through her bold, neighborly attempt made him a bit more amiable. if anything, he was just amused by her. “how new are you?” he asks. it seemed pretty obvious she hadn’t been living in the building for long.          

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she was more than ecstatic to come back to her apartment after her shift at the hospital - even if it was completely empty. she adjusted the sleeves of her scrubs just as she walked into the lobby. the girl smiled at the other who walked in with her. she sucked in a deep breath, knowing any other day she would just go on with her day and not try any small talk. something about her new independence got something in her to be bold. ‘ hi. ’, she called out. ‘ do you live in the building ? oh wait of course you do. i mean. why else would you be h-. ugh yeah hi. i take back my question. yup, hi. ’ 

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there was no reason for her to be this dressed up in a grocery store,  towering over the other shoppers in her heels. she’d come out for one thing and one thing only,  a good bottle of wine to settle down with.  there was nothing imogen loved more than a quiet night to herself to unwind and recharge.                                                         lipstick painted lips pursing as she looked over the selection before her,  bottles upon bottles catching her eye as she deciphered what she was in the mood for.  she had probably been standing there for an absurd amount of time but she was selective,  imogen was picky and she believed she had every right to be.  she had good taste,  expensive taste.  her lashes fluttered as she heard a sweet voice beside her,  looking over to the gorgeous woman standing there clearly struggling on a choice as well.  a smile perked up on her lips,  she was absolutely gorgeous it was breath taking.  “ yeah i know a thing or two, “ she downplayed moving a little closer.  imogen couldn’t help but laugh at the look upon violets face,  shaking her head fondly.  “ think of it as simply as the colour of the wine usually tells you the vibe of the drunk you’ll be, “ it was over simplified but it was a general rule she’d stuck by over the years.   “ for a sleepover i’d say something sweet,  fruity,  girly and light, “  she hummed eying over the wines she was picking between before pulling one particular bottle from the shelf,  “this is a moscato rose blend and it’s not too sweet but it’s not brut or dry either.”

“color means the vibe of drunk. got it. so is red a more... serious drunk. talking about your feelings and crying, drunk? cause we did that last week and i personally don’t know if we need a repeat of that.”  maybe if she actually went to culinary school she’d know a thing or two about white and all it’s notes and dryness. but she didn’t. and frankly, she didn’t plan to. she offers the woman a sweet, toothy grin. “rose blend... i will have to try that. does it pair well with shrimp scampi, though? that’s what i’m making for the girls tonight.” well, the girls... plus will and cooper. she places the bottles in her hand back onto the shelf. instead, she grabs the one in the other’s hand. “how do you remember all that brut... sweet whatever?” it was then that she realized how pristine the other was. dressed to perfection, like she was going somewhere fancy.  vi’s giant t-shirt with a unicorn on it suddenly stuck out like a sore thumb.  still, the other was nothing short of stunning. violet wasn’t exactly subtle as she looked over the other’s figure. “i really like your shoes, by the way.” she compliments, innocent sweetness in her words.   

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for as long as she could remember, leilani felt at home in the water. she was barely four years old when he grandfather first took her out on his board. even though he held onto her the entire time and they stayed close to the shore, It was a core memory for her. she loved the water. she loved the beach. there was very few things on earth that could compare to the adrenaline rush she got when surfing. “yup, totally free! i’m yours for the rest of the day.” lei replied cheerily, squeezing some of the salt water out of her hair. violet, was one of the few things that could compare. if the beach was her home then vi was her getaway. maybe It was silly, but she felt like a well kept secret. a dazzling gem that only lei could see. though she wished the girl saw It in herself, leilani was willing to notice It for both of them. her brown eyes practically brighten at the offer. a soft blush threatens to come over her cheeks before he reminds herself it’s just a picnic between friends. “as if i would ever say no to that. id rather choke on seaweed.” she laughs warmly, placing her board down in the sand. this was their special time together. just lei, vi and the waves between them.

vi never had trouble making friends back home. still, her move to miami (all by herself) was nerve wrecking. she felt incredibly fortunate to have the friends she had in miami -- and she spent everyday trying to show them all just how grateful she was to have them. “good. because i missed you. it’s been an insane few days.” she chimed, her voice as melodic as always. “here, let me help you. thought you’d be cold, so i came prepared.” violet places the picnic basket down beside her feet. she pulls the beach towel from her shoulder. finally, she wraps the other in the towel and (subsequently) in a big hug. lei was one of her dearest friends. it felt good to have someone so close to hear that she could trust with her life. she wanted to return the favor with all of her warmth and love. after a big squeeze, violet pulled away. “i know you  must be tired of the veggie burgers by now so... i whipped up a pasta. not to toot my own horn... but, you’re gonna just die when you taste it.” 

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As it turned out, she wasn’t the only one out and about this late at night. Jordan had just finished his own shift - using the word very loosely, he had been out since five barhopping - and was heading home as well. Walking past the familiar food truck was an everyday occurance, but it was only on the weekends that he knew Violet kept it open this late. When he heard her voice, he stopped and turned back, noting it was more tupperware boxes than person, making him chuckle. “ Hold on, V, I got’cha, ” he called back, approaching fast, watching the stack of plastic boxes tip dangerously to one side. Quickening his pace, he jumped just before it hit the ground and splattered on the sidewalk, finally catching sight of his friend from behind the leftovers.

“ Looks like you had a good night ? ” His voice held a twang of confusion, dampened into humor with his smile - in her industry, he couldn’t quite figure out if having leftover food was a good or bad thing. They’d known each other since he moved in, but only recently had she opened up about her whole gig, along with offering him the very same tupperware boxes full of food that they both held onto now.

 violet couldn’t help but laugh at the predicament she was in. juggling the tupperware boxes like she was in the circus -- and a bad one at that. indeed, she looked ridiculous. but at least she had a good sense of humor. “oh, jordy! thanks, thank you. you’re a lifesaver.” she says through a bout laughter. lucky for her, she had a friend to come to her rescue. “i feel like a mess.” she shakes her head, a few strands of hair falling into her face. “you could say that,” violet chuckled. “i had so many orders today -- more than usual. i was kinda all over the place.” violet grinned at the other. finally, she was balanced enough to walk normally. “i am glad you’re here, though. I was going to drop off some of these to you!” violet didn’t like letting food go to waste. her own poor planning and tendency to over do things, tended to leave her with far too much prepped food for her to throw out in good conscious. usually, she’d either eat the left overs herself or she’d hand them to her friends. “how’re you, jordy? what’re you doing out so late?”