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( @thvrpes.)

ALL I WANT IS A LOVE LIKE BEN AND LESLIE’S

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( ROME.)

rome had expected her expression to change a little at the surprise of seeing him, just like his had when he saw her. instead, he was met with a stoic demeanor and words laced with anything but warmth. anyone who had been studying him a little too closely would’ve noticed the way he flinched a little at the way she had spoke, but he tried to keep a calm demeanor. “it was too hot to stay inside and i didn’t think anyone would come to the country club pool since everyone seems to be off on vacation,” rome replied smoothly, green eyes looking into hers. he ignored her question about living in solitary because, honestly, it had been boring without anyone to talk to when he had closed himself up in his house for a while. “so, uh, how has it been, quinn? it’s been a while,” rome asked her, moving to sit down on the nearby recliner.

“well,” the female begins, the smile gracing her lips far from genuine, far from the kind he used to be able to warrant from her. instead, it’s all sickeningly-sweet and f a k e. “this little run in is making me wish i w a s still on vacation.” hazel hues briefly break from the brunette male, choosing to scan her surroundings rather than him --- maybe it was easier when she wasn’t looking directly at him, or maybe she was plainly PARANOID that somehow, someone could see through her facade. she’s c e r t a i n l y wishing she had that second drink now, and perhaps a third and fourth to follow it. “GREAT.” before he’s even finished asking her, the word involuntarily spews from pursed lips, as though a defensive reflex, her body’s natural reaction. “everything has been great, couldn’t be b e t t e r. who would’ve known all i had to do was drop some of the dead weight in my life and things would get this much better ?  “ of course, it was a dig at him, because the blonde couldn’t stop herself. “and YOU ? how has life as a recluse been ? “

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( ALFIE.)

it is a path he knows rather well, countless are the times he had found himself in front of that same door, knuckles tapping wood just as he is now. it hadn’t been the plan that first time he had found himself with the walker heiress — no, this was supposed to be like any of the other meaningless nights spent in someone else’s bed, letting the PLEASURES of the flesh numb the worries of the mind, but quickly it had mutated into something more. something neither was quite ready to admit. there was a SPECIAL kind of i n t i m a c y when secrets were spilled into the darkness of a room, walls dropped and masks forsook; the kind of a b a n d o n that the hills wouldn’t allow at many places or situations. he doesn’t wait for a word before he enters the room, dropping himself on the bed and allowing softness to overtake his back. ❛ you called? ❜ he questions the blonde, head tilting to look at quinn, and eyes twinkling with the knowledge of why he’s there. ( @wclkcr )

she may have hummed the words coquettishly down the phone, practically a purr to convince him to oblige to her requests --- however, it was knowledge to them both that was nothing more than a hoax, the blonde finding herself unable to take that jump and confess she wanted his company for more than just s e x. it was obvious though, given how she lay sporting a pair of silk pajama shorts with the matching shirt rather than how she usually TREATS her hookups with expensive lingerie or sometimes, nothing at all. honeyed orbs fall upon the figure that makes up her new companion, a sense of comfort settling into her bones as he makes himself at home in her bed. “i did,” the femme confirms, blonde locks shifting as she slow-paced nods. “though, you took so long to get here i’m not sure i’m in the m o o d anymore.” lips quip into a faint curve, words nothing but a l i e --- her intentions weren’t to sleep with him, at least not tonight. fingers lace around a wineglass propped upon her bedside table ( her mother would kill her if she knew ), yet before taking a sip of the crimson liquid, quinn offers it toward her companion. “then again, it’s one of THOSE nights, so maybe i wouldn’t of been in the mood at all.” the first ( and likely not the last ) honest thing she’s said since he arrived. 

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has your heart ever been broken?

“ once, maybe.. i’m the heartbreaker, not the heartbroken. ”

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is there anyone in the hills you trust?

“ felix, wendy && alfie are the first names that come to mind. maybe aristo too, m a y b e. “

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why does novita hate you?

“ haven’t you heard ? apparently i’m a big ol’ HOMEWRECKER. someone should remind her it takes two to tango. “

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do you feel threatened by anyone?

“ cute you think anyone around here would even come close to being a threat to me. “

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least favorites in bh?

“ it’s like you’re ASKING for me to whip out an hour long powerpoint presentation, because i could go for d a y s on this topic. novaita ?? the girl makes gauging my eyeballs out with a rusty spoon sound appealing. brooke could do with being kicked down a notch or two ( something i’d happily volunteer for doing ), i’m waiting for rome to perform his next disappearing act with the hopes this time he’ll make it more permanent. i’ll cut myself off before i go on any longer, especially when they aren’t even w o r t h writing about. ”

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If you had to hug someone right now who would be the first person you thought of?

“ i’m not really a hugger --- but if i HAD to choose someone, probably wendy or felix. or maybe alfie. ”

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( FELIX.)

the smile that spreads across his lips is almost criminal. it’s the smile he learned to catalogue as pertaining to quinn and only her, since they were children. she was the only one who could cause such reaction from him without even uttering a word. the spread skin hurt due to the bruise, which caused him to wince almost imperceptibly. palms pressed together as if he was praying ( something he hasn’t done in a long time ), he turns to her. “ walker. pretty, pretty please. with a cherry and sprinkles on top. give me that bottle. you wouldn’t believe the night i had. ”

eyes raise as though they were about to r o l l, although for once it wasn’t the case --- instead it’s a sign of deliberation ( even if they both knew she’d give into him in the end ). it only takes seconds, before the tiny bottle is being passed in the direction of felix. “since you BEGGED.” the blonde taunts, something w i c k e d presented in the form of a smile lights against her lips. “i’m sure i’d believe it, but nevertheless --- you’ve done enough showing,” a single, slender hand gestures toward the bruised features. “it’s about time you did some telling.”

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( BROOKE.)

Brooke already had three cocktails and all she wanted to do was to lay out by the pool with her new drink, “Listen, I think you need another drink or see someone to get that large stick out of our ass.” Brooke said started to walk to her seat and look away, “Oh wow look at that! The sun is still there and only cost you maybe 4 seconds without it. Nothing will help with that pasty skin anyways.” she said as she sat down.

“was that an offer?” a hand pressing against her chest in mock sincerity. “i truly DO need another drink, how sweet of you to notice. i’ll take a martini, whenever you’re ready.” another dismissive wave of her hand toward the opposing blonde, hazel hues following as she wanders a small distance away. however --- it became clear the femme wasn’t finished, a single brow cocking in disdain. “did anyone ever tell you how a d o r a b l e you are ? i mean, the fact you’re still stuck using middle schooler insults is just --- too much.” feigning adoration, lips curve in a sickeningly-sweet way. “keep going, sweetheart, i can listen to you running your mouth spewing mediocre insults all day.”

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( AMADEUS.)

          eyes shamelessly ｄｒｉｆｔover the toned physique BASKING in the sunlight , 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 every freckle & every mole , as if her body truly was a ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ . ❛ out of all the art i’ve seen , ❜ he smirks  —  she still remains to be the most REMARKABLE but no less ａｍｂｉｇｉｏｕｓ than the pieces hanging in the louvre . on pale b r i m s , a smirk emerges &  𝓭𝒆𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝒆𝓻 shades , along with cold hands , are slipped inside robe pockets  —  he’ll buy her a new pair . ❛ i’m glad it was . lord have MERCY on those who have to deal with you , ❜ & despite the satire within his voice , he says that wholeheartedly . when the offer , & something more is presented , he HESITATES , intrigued . though , it’s ｉｎｅｖｉｔａｂｌｅ that he’ll capitulate , & take a seat , he always does . ❛ and what exactly does that entail ?  —  making up for it ? ❜ he enquires , simulating his own 𝓷𝓪𝓲𝓿𝒆𝓽𝔂 . ❛ i just want to make sure i’m getting a good deal , is all . ❜

his exclamation of having mercy on those the petite blonde crosses paths with only fills her with a sense of PRIDE --- evident in the way baby pink lips c u r v e. small shoulders pass off a halfhearted shrug, digits brushing blonde waves off of one. “you’ve got to be cruel to be a queen.” ( even if the title was self-appointed ). the male doesn’t immediately cave to her offer, questioning her intentions, pushing for details on the vague statement. a soft hum escapes between merely parted lips, honeyed orbs raising to the light sky, as though truly contemplating whether or not to elaborate. after a brief thoughtful moment, the femme practically c r a w l s across the lounger, only to lean up on her knees upon coming to a halt. “if i told you --- “ slender digits beginning to climb the expanse of bare tanned skin resting beneath the soft robe. “would it REALLY be all that fun?” light hues following the aimless tracing of her fingertips. “wouldn’t you rather just .. wait and find out?” 

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( FELIX.)

the throbbing purple-black bruise on his face ached in a way that felix couldn’t focus on anything besides it. a half a bottle of pain pills were downed with whiskey earlier, and still, the throbbing hadn’t gone away. the boy wore the injury as a badge of pride; another hazy night lived, another story to tell. felix made a point to not brawl when he had too much to drink, but the male in the previous night was asking for it. a bad attitude and a few too many scotches, that set the thorpe boy on his path. a moan escapes his lips, as he turns to the other beside him. “ do you, perchance, brought pain killers with you? this headache is killing me. ” a beat, as his hand combs through his hair and he finally sets his eyes on the familiar face. “ and please, i have heard enough shit to last a lifetime from my dad. so if you could refrain from the lecture, it’d be greatly appreciated. ”

to say quinn was anything BUT surprised when honey orbs lay upon her best friend’s fresh wound was nothing short of truth. the petite femme was more than accustom to being met with a bruised version of the boy. without so much as a word, digits begin to fumble within her purse, moving tidbits around in the tight space as she searched for a source of pain relief for the brunette. just as she’d raised her gaze from the interior of her bag to felix, lips merely apart to speak, he interrupts her with a request --- one that warrants a single brow to cock upward. “ACTUALLY,” a slender set of fingers produces a miniature bottle of disaronno. “i was going to say that the closest i had to a painkiller was THIS, but since you want to go giving m e lectures, i’ll have to consider keeping it for myself.” her words aren’t nearly infused with as much harshness as they would’ve portrayed had it been anyone other than felix. the golden liquid shifting within the petite bottle as the blonde tauntingly shakes it between her fingers.

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( ARISTOTLE. )

               arching a brow, he takes a final swig & places the drink in her outstretched hand, fingertips brushing lightly against her skin. ❛ how plebeian of you, princess, ❜ he replies, attempting to make eye contact with a passing employee. ❛ consider yourself lucky, i’m feeling somewhat magnanimous. ❜ having caught their attention, he motions towards the cocktail in quinn’s hand & lifts two fingers. turning his attention back to the flaxen-haired beauty beside him, aristo positions himself on the lounger so that he’s facing quinn. her words replay in his head, the derision lacing her voice as she questioned his a p p e a l causing a wry grin to pull at his lips. ❛ & what exactly is MORE ? ❜ he questions, allowing his gaze to meet hazel hues framed by long, thick lashes. in truth, quinn presents quite the conundrum. the stunning blonde with acerbic wit & honeyed words; a girl written in m y s t e r y who inadvertently awakens his curiosity & leaves him wanting more. thus, her continued interest in him is of the utmost importance. ❛ you weren’t exactly complaining last time i had you on your knees, ❜ he remarks, trailing his fingers along the outside of her bare thigh. ❛ in fact, if i recall correctly, you were begging for more. ❜

delicate fingers latch around the glass passed in her direction, digits pressing against the cool object as she brings the straw between baby pink lips. OF COURSE, quinn catches the way his fingers l i n g e r against her skin through the pass-off, but pointing that out would likely not be in her favor. “oh, i started considering myself unlucky the moment you threw your sweat-lined shirt in my direction.” the femme states, honey orbs catching his signal toward a passing waiter, enough to warrant the corners of her lips to twitch upward E V E R so slightly — and as though to conceal this from view, lips plucker around the colorful straw. a single brow cocks upward at his question, one that seems to warrant a change in posture. allowing the glass she’d once stolen from the male opposed to her to settle on a small sidetable, the blonde allows herself to lean in toward artitotle ( maybe in a more dangerous proximity than she’d like to confess ). “ MORE is everything you’re not, and never will be.” words leave her in what could almost be described as a whisper, and although there’s an intended sharpness to them; it’s almost long forgotten with the way she practically p u u r s them. digits linger against her, words that follow emit an elongated sigh of exasperation; although it was all a hoax, a desire to hide how suddenly w e a k she felt at such a simple touch. “you know, i don’t quite remember this. maybe you’re making it up, we both know you have QUITE the creative mind, especially when it comes to me.”