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jasminsaysrelax‌:

“I don’t know!” Jas snapped back before taking a deep breath and letting out the irritation on a slow exhale. What she did know was she needed to calm down, that solved nothing. And he was right; how could he have possibly known where she’d lived? The last time they’d spent any time this close to each other the accommodations were different. 

She was feeling slightly calmer until that snide ��roomie’ and the stupid flex of his stupid muscles with the arm cross, and dark eyes narrowed. “Look, you can’t possibly think this is gonna work out, us living together. I know you want this about as much as I do. Unless you’re really eager to get next to me again.”  

“Oh, yeah, you caught me,” Kit said, rolling his eyes deeply. “This is all a clever ruse to catch you in your facemask and jammies.” Kit sighed and ran a hand through his hair, resting his hands back on his hips. It was too easy to respond to her jabs - that was why they would never work, Kit was suddenly reminded; they got under each other’s skin and made each other crazy.

“I’ll call them in the morning,” Kit finally said, “‘cause it’s not like they’re open now, and leaving a stern voicemail isn’t going to do any good.” Kit sighed and shook his head. He was starting to get a headache, right behind his eyes, and he was wondering when he could tap out of this conversation and go to bed.

(God, they’d have to share a bathroom.)

“Meantime,” Kit said, refocusing, “we don’t kill each other until at least this weekend, ‘cause school’s starting and I got--we both have shit to do that’s more important. Deal?”

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Beer? Her mind was busy trying to wrap itself around the fact that her ex was in her place, on her couch, watching her television and offering her beer like he lived there, that Kit’s paltry explanation to his presence had taken a bit to register. Though as realization crept in, Jasmin’s confusion and surprise quickly gave way to irritation. 

“Who told you what to go where?” though the answer was all around her, in the boxes in her (their, now, apparently) kitchen and living room. “No.” She shook her head, long curtain of dark curls swishing back and forth as she glared accusingly at Kit. “This is not happening. And put a damn coaster under that beer!” That part was a lot less contained anger and more of a hiss and she stalked over to her coffee table and slipped one of the colorful cork coasters under the chilled beer bottle. 

She could feel the tension returning in her shoulders as she leveled a fiery look at Kit. From his genuine surprise at seeing her, deep down she knew he’d been as taken aback as she was, but it was still her apartment and she was allowed to be irrational. And she always liked pushing his buttons, secretly enjoying the twist of his lips and the way his arms looked when he crossed them at his chest whenever he was annoyed. “I specifically requested a non-male roommate, I don’t know what you did or why, but you need to fix this right now, Kit.” 

Kit blinked and pursed his lips together as Jasmin shoved a coaster under his beer - fine, sure, whatever. He could accept that - what he couldn’t accept was Jasmin thinking this was his fault somehow.

“Woah woah woah,” Kit said. “Hold the phone. I didn’t do anything,” he retorted, trying to keep his voice level - screaming at her wouldn’t do any good. “I just went where they told me to go. I didn’t even know you lived here. Why would I do this on purpose?”

Kit crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw working slightly. “They didn’t take your request. Not my fault. That sounds like something you need to fix, not me, and in the meantime, I live here too, roomie.”

This was going to be a nightmare.

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Jas shifted the bag on her shoulders as she entered her apartment building. Today was one of her early days, thankfully. Going into her senior year, her class load was a little lighter, allowing her schedule to be far more flexible than it’d previously been. Switching her closing shift with a morning one left her free for the rest of the day and she was determined to take advantage of it. The only thing she wanted was a hot shower, a good meal, and clearing out some of the titles on her Netflix queue. 

She breezed through the Loyola Village lobby and opted to take the stairs, trudging up to her floor. It would be the last few days of peace she had before the university managed to saddle her with a new roommate. While she understood Tasha’s reasons for moving out, her transferring to USC put a major thorn in Jas’ side. They weren’t close but it was nice having a familiar presence in the apartment. But she wouldn’t let the annoyance of having to get used to someone new get to her, at least for now. 

Keys in hand, she unlocked her door, brows furrowing at the sounds coming from the other side, wondering if she’d left something on but the surprise grew when she spotted the television and someone on her couch. “What the hell?” There were boxes all over the general area, in the kitchen and living room and a man on her couch that wasn’t entirely a stranger but definitely a surprise. “What the hell is all this…wait…Kit?” 

Kit heard the keys in the door and had the decency to mute the TV, although he was glad he didn’t stand up, because when Jasmin walked through the door, he would’ve been knocked flat on his ass again. It was all he could do for a few moments - stare at her, just as confused as she was.

“What the hell,” he finally said, setting his beer on the coffee table before he stood. He was stalling - he rested his hands on his hips and looked at the ceiling, asking God why the fuck he was being punished like this; then he looked back at her and let out a deep sigh.

“I didn’t...do this on purpose. I’m not screwing with you. I just went where they told me to go.”

It felt a little like his heart was stuck on the business end of a rockslide. Jasmin looked good. Really good. New York agreed with her. Them being broken up didn’t render him blind.

But he wasn’t allowed to think that anymore, nevermind say it, so he just pressed his lips in a thin line.

“Do you want a beer?”

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WHO: Kit Wilde & Jasmin Puckerman ( @jasminsaysrelax ) WHAT: There’s been some confusion, for you see my roommate is... WHERE: An apartment, the residents of which are, um, up to debate. WHEN: Tuesday, 9/4, mid afternoon. WARNINGS: I mean, swearing, probably?

Kit was exhausted.

After fighting with the stupid residency department all summer, he’d finally finally gotten an off-campus apartment, in the area he wanted, for the cost he was willing to pay. There had been some snafu and he’d almost ended up all the way on the other side of town, but apparently someone had dropped out or moved at the last minute, and so everything was coming up Wilde.

He’d enlisted a couple of his buddies to help with the heavy lifting, and now he was settled in; he hadn’t met his new roommate yet - he’d wantd a single, and as a senior he felt he deserved one, but apparently they were all full up, and he couldn’t have everything. His bed existed and his clothes were about halfway to unpacked, with a couple of boxes in the living room and one box in the kitchen, but he was wiped, so he’d helped himself to one of the sixpack he’d bribed his friends with and flopped on the couch - his roommate’s couch - to watch his roommate’s TV.

It wasn’t that Kit was anxious, exactly, it was just that he felt like an interloper, even though he was exactly where he was supposed to be. It felt like he shouldn’t be there, or that there was something he was forgetting; with class tomorrow and homework already, Kit chalked it up to senior year stress and tried to focus on whatever dumb action/adventure movie was on.

Maybe his roommate was one of those guys that spent all his time at his girlfriend’s. Maybe he’d basically have a single after all. Or maybe this guy would be his new best friend, or someone he never really clicked with - as long as they didn’t hate each other, Kit figured they could make it work.

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righton-brighton‌:

I know everyone’s going back into classes now, but summer deserves one last blast too. Last minute BBQ tomorrow, and everyone better show up!

This heatwave seems like summer’s extending its last blast, man.

Party was dope. though. Thanks for hosting.

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Text ⇾ Kit

San: Right. I don't think anyone could be better at that since you have that huge stick up your ass.

San: No you're not trying to be my friend and you're just mad that I won't tell you anything. I do not want to tell you anything so you can keep prying for as long as you want, you'll get nothing.

San: I said that if it bothers you, feel free to stay here, I didn't say that you couldn't come anymore. There's a difference, dumbass.

Kit: I'm not trying to get dirt on you for gossip, Santiago. I'm not prying, I'm not trying to get you to 'tell me anything' just so I'll know. I'm not a fifteen year old girl.

Kit: I'm doing what I know you'd be doing if the situation were reversed.

Kit: Also, I think you've lost the right to call anyone a dumbass ever again. I'm not the one who doesn't know when to pull out.

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fyhud‌:

Yeah, if you were planning on hurting me, that doesn’t work. Also, if you’re trying to be an ass, you’re failing.

What can I say? Im an ambitious girl. Have to get more references somehow. I have five schools and I have yet to narrow it down.

I was just stating a fact. If I was trying to hurt you, you’d be hurt.

Are they all in California, or are you thinking outside the box?

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Text ⇾ Kit

San: You sound like an old woman. If that bothers you so much, you're more than welcome to stay in San Francisco.

San: It's none of your damn business.

Kit: You sound like a little bitch, and I'm pretty sure an old woman can't knock your ass out, which is what's gonna happen if you keep that shit up. Drop the holier than thou schtick, we both know that's my area of expertise.

Kit: I'm trying to be your friend, jackass. You're avoiding the damn question which makes me think the answer is 'no, Kit, there's no plan, and I'm making this up as I go and how dare you call me on it'.

Kit: And if you're really uninviting me to a birthday party over trying to have a conversation about an event that's going to be literally lifechanging, you're even less mature than I thought you were.

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jasminsaysrelax‌:

I’m perfect, as always. You know that.

You had a little bit, I said that. And I’m sure you haven’t had to put that much effort in since then, must be why you seem a little rusty. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you for now. I’m saying your social media could use some variety. But if you’re planning to send shirtless pics, I wouldn’t say no. 

I don’t know anything of the sort. You left the golden state in favor of a pollution-choked city that houses over 66,000 people per square mile. You could be way less perfect than I remember.

It’s true I haven’t had to try very hard - but that’s not a knock on me, far as I can see. I can also see that it seems like you’re the one who’s been checking on my social media, if you think I should be changing it up. You wouldn’t say no to shirtless pics...but I’ll only deliver if you say please.

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jasminsaysrelax‌:

You’re ridiculous. 

Relax, you weren’t that charming, Doc. You never know, that kind of altruistic aesthetic could rack up the followers. If you’re throwing in shirtless pics in between your posts about volunteering and ‘Like if you love Jesus’ memes. 

You started it. So what does that make you?

Charming enough for you was charming enough. Don’t try and backpedal, it’s okay to think I got it. Because I do. Are you saying you want shirtless pics? Because that’s what it sounds like you’re saying.

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fyhud‌:

Thanks, I guess Kit. How are you?

Pretty much where ever they need me to be, actually. I figured since Im going to grad school after graduation might be a good idea to have that under my belt. Even though I’ll be also teaching somewhere.

Good. Especially considering I’ve never stepped foot in Ohio and never will.

So you’re planning on finishing your senior year, teaching, and trying to get an internship at the same time? Ambitious. Where do you hope to go for grad school?

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Text ⇾ Kit

San: Is that even important?

San: What are you? My mom? I don’t need you to tell me what to do, I’m not stupid. Keep your comments to yourself, Kit.

Kit: I think you have to be at least a little bit stupid to accidentally knock a girl up in this day and age. And you have to be a little more than a little stupid to accidentally knock a girl up and then immediately plan an out of state getaway.

Kit: I'm not your mother, Santiago. It's not my job to swaddle you, so I'm not going to be like congratulations :) when you're making so many mistakes.

Kit: Do you have a plan? At all?

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jasminsaysrelax‌:

Okay, Kiki. 

You have your moments, I’ll give you that. Alright, I’ll bite. What have you been up to? Little bit of both. I watched for a few days and then took over the twitter feed for events and monitored trends. It was fun. 

Okay, Jazzy.

I had a lot of moments, where you were concerned. I’ve been getting my clinic hours taken care of - volunteering, mostly. Nothing anything worth updating Instagram over, unless I’m wrong about what gets a lot of likes these days.

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Throwback!

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Text ⇾ Kit

San: Good idea. I hope there will be lobster too.

San: I don't know, man. There's the rent to pay and now the baby so I'm not sure gambling is a good idea.

Kit: So you're going to Vegas to....not gamble?

Kit: Seriously. How are you not freaking the Hell out, Santiago? How are you even thinking about Bright's birthday? You're going to be a father. There's going to be a real human baby that's going to call you dad and you're going to have to raise it and pay for it and keep it from licking electrical sockets.

Kit: Do you have a plan to support her and the baby? What about school? Are you planning on dropping out and living the American Dream with a Burger King salary and a Craigslist Toyota?

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fyhud‌:

I want to say that I have been doing amazing things, but I haven’t. My dad took us back to Ohio, visited some family. Here’s the kicker, the old man has a girlfriend. Yep, that’s right. Christopher Hudson has a girlfriend and its quite intersting. Though, I might have an internship at LA Times, which would be amazing. How’s everyone? Dreading for classes like me?

Ohio? My condolences.

What would you be doing with the Times?