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loren

*      𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔   𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏     ,

with  one  hand  blocking  the  sun's  rays  in  her  eyes  and  with  her  phone  in  the  other  ,  loren  scrolled  through  the  newly  taken  photos  .  letting  a  disappointed  sigh  escape  her plump  lips  as  she  looks  the  person  in  front  of  her  .  “  these  are  shit  ,  can  you  take  some  more  ?  and  hold  the  phone  steady  this  time  .  ”  she  asks  ,  waving  her  phone  in  front  of  them  .

when she sighs, noah responds with a louder one of his own, rolling his eyes with no attempt to hide it. he’d long since learned how to deal with bullshit requests but it stands that he isn’t getting paid to deal with it right now. he’s also off for the first time in six — seven? — days and all he wants to do is finish the book that has been laying next to his bed unfinished for months now. “  if you wanted quality, you should have asked a photographer, not a fucking barista. ” he still reaches out to take the phone from her anyways. this time, though, he makes a point of using his other hand to steady the phone. he takes a few more photos before outstretching his hand to give her phone back for the second time. he raises a brow, asking, “ better ? ” he’s not sure if he cares if they are.

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*  ──  (  nick robinson  ,  twenty five  ,  cis man  ,  he/him/his  )  welcome  to  hilton  hills  ,  noah reese  !  after  living  here  for  seven years  ,  we  are  so  glad  you  have  decided  to  stay  here  this  summer  and  work  as  a barista .  a  lot  of  the  other  locals  have  said  you  can  come  across  as  -  resentful  and  -  jealous  ,  but  are  also  known  to  be  +  romantic  and  +  a dreamer  when  you  want  to  be  .  if  we  were  to  compare  you  to  anything  ,  it  would  be  the clock blinking 3:00 am as you scribble down the line of a song you dreamt of, burnt fingertips not feeling the intense warmth of pastries you pull from the oven, and anger and sadness that burns in your veins and sours your mouth  .  make  sure  not  to  be  late  for  your  first  shift  and  clock  out  in  time  to  make  it  to  the  bonfire  tonight  !  i  hear  they  are  going to  play  stick season  by  noah kahan  just  for  you  !  

hey what’s up hi hello — i’m kip & i’m here to fulfill my promise of saying that noah is a trash can. keep reading to learn how! a bit about me first <3 i’m old (24 is not that old but i’m old inside of my heart), i’m tired, & i just really want to write. i thrive on angst & i love plotting & sending stupid but relevant memes. below is a chaotic & brief about but it will get the job done in the meantime ‘til i’m finished a super long & thorough rambling brief. please please send me a dm if you wanna plot with keaton &/or noah!

noah was born in upstate new york to a family that struggled. for the most part, that was okay though. they had each other & food on the table most nights & hand-me-downs from friends or family kept them in clothes that fit. he always thought his family was the best part of the small town he was from.

the rest of it was stifling — it was filled with people content to spend their entire lives there. they didn’t mind if they never left, not even for vacation. the idea of that made noah feel like he was drowning. youtube could only take him so far, especially when he heard the squeals of the pipes over whatever played through his tinny headphones.

the summer he was sixteen, he saved up to buy a better computer, a microphone, & a great set of headphones. he started posting his own music online — himself singing along to his playing of a three-times-over passed down guitar.

it was an escape that didn’t require going anywhere, especially when he had chance to talk to others online.

he loved it. he really fucking loved it.

and then a chance came. a label rep saw his videos & wanted him to go to their headquarters to chat. they scheduled for two months away.

noah worked overtime at three jobs to get the money for the tickets. but he did it. he stared at his bank account until he knew the number he read on screen was real. he planned to buy the tickets the next day, but the worst happened. the family car was shot. needed a new engine. noah gave his money to his family & he reached out to reschedule.

fortunately, they did.

he scrounged and grinded to make the money back. this time, though, more awful news. his mother was sick & noah couldn’t justify leaving.

this time, the label wouldn’t reschedule. he lost the money on non-refundable tickets.

he was still stuck in his shit little hometown. he watched people pass him by. 

as soon as his mother was in good enough health that it wouldn’t weigh on his conscience, he left. 

he went to new york a dreamer & seven years later he’s a cynic.

the one chance he ever had, he’s never seen anything like again.

he’s angry & bitter & sad.

he’s still working three jobs too which really fucking sucks

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can you see from the above that i love pain? that said, noah doesn’t! he doesn’t know how to cope with it & that makes him angry. he lashes out & has got a really sharp tongue

which means sometimes it’s directed towards the people he cares about! i hope those people have got thick skin

he’s sad & very lost

he loves music & writing still but somedays he wonders what the point is

his biggest fear is going back to live in his small shit hometown & having to see everyone he left with a not-so-nice exit (middle fingers and swear words were involved)

underneath all his sadness & anger is (was?) a person who really fucking cared about his loved ones & wore his heart on his sleeve

he used to be gentle & kind but now he’s just jaded :/

he talks to his mom every week & she’s still his biggest supported (which makes him feel guilty because he was the asshole who left!)