“I-Is this the part you pull my pants down and laugh at me?” He asked, walking around the car he wasn’t sure if they stole or just ‘borrowed’ from a friend of hers. This wasn’t exactly something he was used to. His mom usually had him on a leash but for some reason today she felt the need to be somewhere else so he was, for once in a life, free as a bird and the first thing he thought to do was finally ask the girl he couldn’t stop thinking about out for coffee. He was expecting to be laughed off not to be taken on a joy ride in someone else’s car and find himself overlooking the city from somewhere and watching her look at him like she could actually see him. “Or is this actually a date thing you do with guys?”

anonymous asked:

Whatever happened to predictability. The milkman, the paperboy, evening tv? How did I get delivered here? Somebody tell me please! This old worlds confusing me. Clouds as mean as you've ever seen. Ain't a bird who knows your tune. Then a little voice inside you whispers, "Don't sell your dreams so soon." Everywhere you look, there's a heart. A hand to hold on to. Everywhere you look, there's a face. Of somebody who needs you. Everywhere you look.

needy/hungry kiss

how they even got in this situation was beyond her. but 
it was nice. private for seven whole minutes. of course,
they were the type who weren’t able to keep their hands 
off of each other. seb was the one to kiss first. the door
was barely closed behind them before he started kissing
her roughly. then it turned in a different direction. something
they didn’t expected. they kissed long and starving for each
other. desperate kisses for something they felt they couldn’t
have. jo was the one to initiate the shoving her against the
wall. he did, even picked her up, but the attempt to make 
this seem nothing more than a quick make out session 
quickly came to a stop. they were needy. for each other. 
sebastian would never admit that and jo would never talk
to him about it so they’d keep those kisses locked away
in this closet.