@Ryan
Isaac finished his sandwich fast, and pulled on a pair of shoes. He grabbed his phone, and made sure his door was locked, before making his way over to Ryan’s dorm. What could it be? Is it even anything, or did she just want me to come over? Nah she would have just said that. Maybe it’s more cupcakes? Maybe it’s not… He battled with himself. He eventually just gave up realizing he was going to find out what it was in a few minutes anyway. He walked into her building and found the familiar room. He knocked on her door, and leaned against the door frame waiting for her to open.
if today was your last day √ lolopez
- Santana: was panicking. She usually picked the fight between them and it usually ended with Noelle coming and cuddling with her eventually. Not this. Never this. Santana hated herself for it. She pushed Noelle this far and now she had to fix it. She was lying when she said she'd kill herself right after Noelle. She had to help Noelle first, and if the other girl died, then Santana would go too. But it also hurt because Santana wanted to believe Noelle when she said she loved her. But she didn't anymore. If Noelle loved her, she would have stopped immediately when Santana said that she would kill herself, too - just like Santana had stopped when Noelle said that to, and the younger girl would have dropped everything and came to Santana when the Latina said that she needed her. She just didn't believe it anymore. Her car was speeding down the blocks, driving onto the grass of the park and searching frantically for her sister. The ambulance should be on their way too. It wasn't a huge park. Barely anything. And soon enough, Santana found her sister lying on one of the benches. "Noelle. Noelle, hey. It's me. Its San. You're gonna be okay, beautiful. Look at me." She cupped Noelle's face on her hands and patted her cheek a little bit.
All My Dreams // Friday December 8th
Rachel an Austin had been called into the directors office four hours before the show on Friday, every single person that passed by stared at the closed door. By the time the meeting hit the second hour everyone in the building knew they were there. And they wanted to know why.
The only time anyone was ever in there that long was to get fired. But he wouldn’t fire the two leads of his show on a Friday night would he? Could he? They were the heart of this show, it wouldn’t make any sense. The rumors backstage were absolutely running wild. The fact that both Rachel and Austin’s agents and managers showed up about three hours in didn’t do anything to calm the rumors.
It wasn’t until thirty minutes before the show when the stage manager came and knocked on the door to tell them that they ha curtain soon and if they were going on stage, they needed to get to make up and wardrobe. The door close again and Rachel and Austin emerged three minutes later and silently headed to their dressing rooms. That Friday night, aside from on stage where you could hardly tell there was anything happening, the theatre was quieter than it had ever been.
As soon as the show ended both actors went to their respective dressing rooms and changed. Austin knocked on Rachel’s door and when she opened it they hugged each other for a long time whispering things on one else could hear. People near by swore they saw Rachel wipe a tear from her eye, but still no one knew what was happening. Well, they had all weekend to figure it out…or so they thought, as far as everyone knew anyways.
Rachel and Austin were picked up by two separate cars at the side entrance and uncharacteristically missed the stage door exit. Something huge was going on and no one knew what it was.
As soon as the door to Rachel’s car was closed she looked up at the driver and gave him a different address than the one he was instructed to drop her off at. He looked at her in the rear view mirror confused before she let out a nearly sobbing “Please”. With that he nodded once and drove off.
Rachel couldn’t hold it in any more and she started crying there in the back seat of a chauffeured car. The driver kept looking at her, but neither say anything until he pulled to a stop. “Um” he said looking at the tattoo shop that sat at the address she’d given him. “I think I have the wrong address”
“No!” Rachel screamed a bit dramatically “This is it. Thank you.” She croaked out grabbed her purse and got out of the car. She entered the shop and headed straight for Kim. “I need to see Quinn.” She got out in an audible enough volume as she wiped at her eyes.
Fairytale
Alexander RybakFairytale - Alexander Rybak (Album art I chose is not miiiiiiiiiiine >3< It belongs to Emily Hu~!<3)
Serious Conversations 4/14
Between the migraine and the emotional rigamarole, both siblings ended up sleeping through the night. Clint eventually fell asleep somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, his hand stilling in Phil’s hair and on Kate’s shoulder. He did a lot of thinking as they slept, came to some decisions.
Hopefully Phil would agree with it.
Master's Hand
Kurt sighed heavily as he walked through the front door and into the apartment. The day had been a total disaster, with one horrible thing happening after another. First the designs weren’t send to the art department to be edited, and after that the fabric arrives in the wrong color. When they finally got the correct color, and in turn spilt their coffee all over it. By the time Kurt could go, his head hurt and he wanted nothing more than to just lie down and sleep. And that’s exactly what he intended to do now.
