dudely

.,.t.he way she looks at her..😩 i have reached the point where i simply cannot understand PPL WHO STILL DENY THE CHEMİSTRY AND VERY SPECIAL BOND between them look at this tiny cutie you still dont trust !?? LOOK HOW MUCH LOVE AND KINDNESS HER EYES RADIATE. So fuckin geniune

I drew this two days ago and I was shitting my pants because I did not know if I should put it or not, and I decided to send it to Jas first, thinking “She is a really busy person, she will not even Watch it because I’m nobody…” But she replied to me _(:3」∠)_ and I literally left my classroom screaming (my theacher got scared)
I could die right now of happiness, @jaspurrlock and @sir-scandalous I love you so much! ❤(/ღღ///)

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I love that A) Cassandra has tried evicting Eugene from the castle at least once and B) Eugene was worried enough at one point that he checked to make sure she couldn’t do that 😂

anonymous asked:

In ur opinion what r Jensen and Misha's best angles

i’m not an expert on misha’s appearance and i don’t want to piss off the misha stans so i’m only gonna answer about jensen and probably piss off the jensen stans

this is his best angle

shot toward his left side, with his head either angled a little bit down (first gif) or a little bit up (second gif)

with jensen, it’s all about his nose, ears and jaw.

if u get him head-on, his ears pull focus away from his face. (i mean, they’re cute as shit, but u get what i mean.)

when it’s shot toward his right side with his head tilted up, his nose looks extra thin and pointy, also pulling a bit too much focus. however, this is definitely the best angle for that magic jawline and with making his chin look more defined. 

shots toward his right side also make him look 10x more masculine than he does from his left. it’s because of the way his nose curves. from his left, it looks like it curves up in a cute little point. from his right, it looks like it curves down. i prefer the more feminine angle, and it seems spn does, too, because most shots are toward his left. (go watch the episode misha directed. every fuckin shot of dean is toward his left side. same, misha. same.)

evidenced most obviously in his selfies, jensen ackles……has no chin. or a lot of chins. it’s hard to tell which. in selfie angles, his face kind of just disappears into his neck and makes it look like he doesn’t have a jawline. now, i’m all about a pudgy chin and soft jaw, but i’d prefer jensen’s face not to bleed into his neck like in these selfies. 

his jawline is a mystery even to me and is really more dependent on how he moves his face than what angle the camera is. however, there is obviously a major difference between this

where he has no defined jawline whatsoever and looks very soft

and this

which u can cut a loaf of bread with. 

i think the reason why i’m so drawn to jensen’s face is because, to me, it looks completely different from every goddamn angle. he could move his face half an inch to the left and i’d gasp in shock at how different he looks. i’d say he doesn’t really have a bad angle, but i definitely prefer some of his angles over others. 

(all gifs are from season 9 to avoid a major difference in age or haircut.)

anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed. 

ok so in the most recent gta lets play, gavin wore michaels jacket and like,, bc gavin is so skinny, he fits into everyone’s clothes, including jeremy’s (bc hes so broad) and ofc, gavin uses that opportunity. if someone cant find something, gavin is sure to wear it. u’ll find him in the living room, on his phone, wearing his stupid sunglasses inside wearing michael’s jacket and one of geoff’s tshirts. during a heist, its completely silent over the intercom until ryan goes “gavin, now dont feel threatened but i got u in my scope and is that my hoodie???” and gavin squeaks and laughs and tries to run around, probably completely blowing his cover but he yells “ryan!!! ryan, dont shoot me, ryan!!! ryebread, i love u, dont shoot me!!!”

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instead of actually writing an essay.. i wrote a thing on how to write an essay (woah meta) & added some pictures of my plans so u can see what i actually mean!! enjoy my friends i hope this is useful to someone

Who You really Are - Alexander Hamilton x Eliza Schuyler

Summary Eliza sees Alex all the time, but there are two parts of him. She hates him in the hallways, she loves him in their English class.

Word Count: 3,231

Authors Note: I just thought, why not write a one shot from my high school au instead of just Headcanon’s? Hope you like it.

Warning: Cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs.

“Um, how about this?” Eliza asked as she walked into Angelica'a room.

She was wearing a tight black dress that went mid thigh. Her brown hair was straight and out, she was also wearing big black heels.

Angelica tilted her head to the side and got off her bed, looking at her in a different angle “Turn around.” She said and Eliza huffed out in annoyance and turned around.

Angelica didn’t know what to say, her younger sister looked good but it didn’t feel right for the party she was going too. It was after all, a high school party and she doubted anyone would have made as much of an effort.

“I don’t know, what do you think, Peggy?” She turned around to see her youngest sister, who was stretched out on her bed not paying attention to them but rather on her phone scrolling rapidly.

Angelica rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone out of her hand, chucking it to the side “Hey!” Peggy cried out in annoyance.

“What do you think of Eliza’s dress?” Angelica asked sweetly, as if she hadn’t just snatched her phone away from Peggy.

The youngest sister took one look Eliza and let out a snort “You look like a try hard.”

“Peggy!” Angelica said quickly “Don’t be so horrible.”

“Look, you look very hot, but it’s just a house party I’m sure you would look just as good in a denim skirt and a band tshirt.”

Eliza smiled at the idea of that and looked at Angelica with longing eyes.

“Fine,” Angelica said pushing her out the door so she could go back to get changed “But make sure to wear fishnet tights and a choker!”

Eliza went back to her room to get changed. She did not want to go to this party but it was Maria’s and she insisted. She sat next to her in Maths at the beginning of the year and they had soon become fast friends.

“I don’t know,” Eliza said, scribbling down the Maths equations that were on the board “I think I’m just gonna stay home, get some studying done.”

“My parents are away for the whole weekend! It will be fun.” Maria said, dropping her arms around Eliza’s shoulder and giving her puppy dog eyes “It just won’t be the same without you.”

Eliza’s had given in when she saw the look in Maria’s face and agreed to go, but she insisted she was only going to stay for a couple of hours. She didn’t feel like she would be able to stand a obnoxious high school party for more than that.

She walked back into Angelica’s room and swirled a little, both of her sisters grinned up at her.

“Okay, now, why you really asked me to come here and help you,” Peggy said, standing up and walking to her sister “Put this on,” she handed her a big pink robe and handed it to her, Eliza rose her eyebrows but she put it on “and this.”

Eliza took the tracksuit and slipped it over her tights. Peggy took on look at her and stepped forward, messing up Eliza’s hair. “There, now you look ready for bed, you looked to prepped before.”

Peggy stood back and she looked at both her sisters who had their eyebrows raised at her “Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before?” Angelica said with her arms crossed.

Peggy looked down nervously before letting out a giggle “I just watch a lot of TV, is all.” She took a hold of Eliza’s hand and lead her to the top of the stairs “Now, go downstairs and say goodnight to mum and dad, then meet us in the kitchen.”

Eliza nodded her head and made her way down the stairs, relying on her acting skills to come in handy at a time like this. She made her way into the living room to find her dad reading a book on the sofa and her mum on the sofa chair watching the news.

She went over to her dad and sat next to him, he took his glasses off and lifted his arm and she snuggled into his side “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked lovingly.

Eliza nodded her head “Yeah, I was just about to go to sleep.”

He cocked his eyebrow and looked over at the clock on the wall, it was only 10pm “So early? It’s the weekend.”

“Yeah,” she said nervously “I’m just really tired.”

“Okay,” he said and kissed her forehead “goodnight sweetie.”

“Goodnight dad,” she got up and went over to her mum, kissing her on the cheek “goodnight mum.”

“Goodnight Eliza.” Her mum said and went back to watching the news.

She quickly made her way into the kitchen without being noticed and she saw Peggy and Angelica there.

“Thank you so much for covering for me.” She said genuinely and took off the robe and bottoms, handing them to Peggy.

“That’s okay.” Peggy said and kissed her on the cheek before Angelica grabbed her arm and lead her through the back door.

“The sooner I drop you off, the sooner I can come home.” Angelica said and they both left, and got into the car.

Angelica stopped at Maria’s house, and Eliza could obviously tell that there was a high school party going on inside. There was a mess all over Maria’s front lawn and Angelica couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Now just because I’m helping you doesn’t mean I’m not still your big sister,” she said sternly “Don’t get drunk, we need to sneak you back into the house without any noise and do not let anyone do anything that you don’t want, you hear?”

Eliza just nodded her head in annoyance “Yes, I know.”

“Good,” she pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek “have fun!”

Eliza left the car and and waved at her sister before making her way to the front door. She’d only ever been to one school party and that’s why she swore them off. No one would talk to her the whole time and they seemed to just be interested in getting drunk.

When she entered the loud music hit her ears and she cringed but only for a second, she got use to it pretty quickly. She recognised some people in her year and some people in the year above. She could smell what she suspected was weed and she could feel people bumping into her.

She wanted to find a Maria but, Maria found her. She came beside her and clung onto Eliza, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Heeeeyy.” She slurred and Eliza looked down at her tight red dress and red lips, she was very pretty “I’m so glad you came ‘Liza, I missed you!”

“I saw you yesterday.” Eliza said with a giggle and Maria just smiled widely at the sound.

“I still missed you,” she took her hand “wow, you look so pretty.” Maria said with no shame, and Eliza went red in embarrassment.

“Thanks, so do you.” Maria took Eliza by the hand and lead her to the kitchen.

There wasn’t that many people in the kitchen but it still wasn’t empty. Maria took a cup and poured some cherry juice and vodka in it with ice.

“I can’t get drunk.” Eliza tried to reason but Maria just shoved the drink in her hand “It okay, one drink won’t make that happen.”

Eliza was about to open her mouth but was stopped when Maria shouted into the living room “Put down that vase, that’s my mothers!” She turned back to Eliza and let out a smile “I’ll be right back.”

Eliza sighed when she left and looked down at the drink in her hand, gingerly taking a sip. She felt something on her, like someone was watching her for some reason and when she looked up she saw someone’s deep brown eyes starring back at her.

“I’m just saying,” John says, sitting on the counter of the kitchen “We’ve been at this school for 2 years now and nothing, not one guy has looked at me,” he pointed to himself with a sad smile “I mean, look at these freckles, I’m very attractive.”

Hercules and Laf let out a laugh at that and Alex just smirks at him “And theses two,” John carries on, pointing to his other friends, a bit of beer spilling from the side of the cup “No girl,” he says and Lafayette lets out a little cough “or guy, sorry Laf, has paid any attention to them.”

John looks over at Alex with glazed over eyes “You’ve been here for a month and girls, guys have thrown themselves at you hell, I think Mrs Edwards has a little bit of a thing for you.”

“That’s completely inappropriate,” Alex says, although his smirk said he was loving it “What can I say, I’m a very charming guy.”

As soon as he said that, a girl that was walking past them had tripped up on her feet and was about to fall head first, but Alexander quickly caught her by the waist and lifted her to her feet.

“Carefully, babe, you don’t want to hurt yourself.” He said and winked at her.

The girl let out a little giggle and heat started to rise on her cheeks before she started walking very fast towards her group of friends who were looking over at the group.

“That you are, mon ami.” Lafayette said with a smirk and Alex chuckled, looking to the side when his eyes caught a girl.

She was looking back at him, and he recognised her in an instant. She was the girl from his English class, her name seemed to escape him but he did remember a moment from a class that has stuck with him since.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to write feminist character by them only being portrayed as strong as masculine. They could be emotional, they could be homemakers, they could be desperate to get married, they could not want to get married at all. That doesn’t make them any less important.”

He had looked at her in awe at the time but completely forgot to go and introduce himself at the end of class.

She looked beautiful standing there and she was still starring back at him until she cast her eyes down, scratching the back of her head. She took another sip of her drink and Alex waned nothing more than to go up to her.

“… Mon ami, are you listening to me?” He was drawn out of his gaze when he felt a hand tapping his shoulder.

“Huh?” He asked and looked back to see his friends all with raised eyebrows “I’m sorry, would you repeat that?”

“Why?” John asked curiously “What was distracting you?”

“Oh,” Hercules said suddenly and started to smirk “Was it Miss Schuyler?”

“What?” Alex asked with a nervous laugh “Who’s that?”

Hercules rolled his eyes and pointed to the girl he had just been starring at. “Oh, yes, well,” he pulling his hair that was in a ponytail “she is very beautiful.”

“That she is,” Laf said “and very clever, she’s in my French class, she’s the best in the class, only second to me.”

“Looks like you missed your chance,” Hercules said and Alexander furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

They all pointed back to where she was standing to see Thomas Jefferson was very close to her, his face only inches away from her face.

He was being very animated, moving his hands around a lot. Alex looked down at Eliza to see fury in her eyes, her fist clenched and he knew that she didn’t need any of his help as she was about to tell him where to stick it herself, but he wanted to offer it anyway.

“Hold my drink.” He said and pushed his drink into John’s hands who took it with confusion.

“Umm, where are you going?” Lafayette asked and Alex just waved his hand.

“Going to meet my future wife.”

They all rolled their eyes at him but Alex had a plan that he was going to stick with.

“Hey babe, you okay?” he asks sweetly, sliding his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.

“Um…” Eliza looked up at him with confusion in her eyes but she wasn’t uncomfortable, she was just happy to get Thomas away from her.

“You can go now, Thomas, thanks for keeping her company.” He said with a tight smile and Thomas just huffed in annoyance, making his was to the living room.

When he webt Eliza was quick to yank his arm off from around her, giving him a hard look “You didn’t have to do that you know, I was just about to handle it.”

Alex smirked at her anger “I have the utmost faith that you would have handled that, I just wanted to be the one who helped you out.”

Eliza looked at him even with the blush on her cheeks, trying to stay annoyed at him as much as she could.

“I’m Alexander Hamilton.” He said and stuck his hand out for her to shake, she took it and shook it passively.

“I know who you are.” She says before she realises how bad that sounds but Alex just smirks at her.

“So, you’ve noticed me.”

The truth is, she had. She had heard about the new boy in school and she had seen him when walking down the hallway. He seems cocky, winking at every person that passes him. Charming everyone with kisses on hands and sweet smiles. She’ll admit he is attractive but he seemed to up himself for her own taste.

But he was in her English class, and in English he acted differently. He was so passionate about the subject, so passionate about writing. He was open and carefree and would have actually intelligent discussion in the class. If Eliza thought he was attractive before she was completely heart eyes for him after seeing him in English.

One time, they were given a poetry assignment and when he read his out she was certain he could see the blush on her cheek.

“He who gave the winds to blow and the lightnings to rage he who gave the winds to blow and the lightnings to rage even him I have always loved and served…” He had read with so much passion she seemed to forget her first impressions of him completely and only focus on the Alex she sees in English.

“We take the register in English, don’t be so arrogant.” She said quickly when she realised that she hadn’t answered in a while.

“It’s quite hot in here,” he said suddenly and she wondered where he was gong with this. He took the cup from here hands and she felt hairs stand on the back of her neck when their fingers brushed “Do you, to to the garden with me? We could talk?”

She bit her lip and nodded her head before she can think her way out of it. She let him take her hand and interlock their fingers as they maundered their way out of the kitchen and to the garden.

She told herself it was just so they wouldn’t get lost in the crowd but he didn’t let go when they were in the garden. She didn’t mention it and he walked her down the garden until she saw a swing hanging from a tree.

He let go of her hand and went behind the swing, gesturing for her to sit down.

“When was the last time you were on a swing?” He asked and she smiled at him, going to sit down on the swing.

“Last time? Probably since I was 10.” She said and he hummed, starting to push her on the swing.

“So,” she trailed off when they got into a good rhythm “where are you from, new guy.”

Eliza heard him stutter a bit, but he cleared his throat quickly “New York.”

She grinned and dipped her head back and looked at him upside down “Really?” She asked excitedly “Me too.”

Alex looked down at her smile and found it adorable “Best city in the world, ain’t it?”

“The best.” She agreed and he slowly picked up the pace of the swinging.

“Why did you move?” Alex asked her curiously.

“My dad got a better job out of the city,” she said with a shrug “I was really angry at first but you learn to live with it, besides, I can always go back for the weekend.”

“What I wouldn’t kill for a New York bagel right now.” Alex said and started swinging her higher.

“Or pizza.” Eliza said and she laughed loudly, she was going so high she could reach out and touch the leafs of the tree.

“I should probably get home,” she said, looking at the time on her phone, it was almost 1am and her sister was sure to kill her “It’s getting late.”

Eliza has spent most of her time talking to Alex, they had moved from the swing set to under the tree. They had talked about everything and nothing and she still managed to have a good time. He was smart, and funny and she hopes they will be spending more time together.

She makes her way to get up but Alex is quick to catch her and and drag her back down.

“Alex!” She shrieked “If I’m bruised, I will blame it on you.”

“Just stay,” he says with a laugh “I want you to stay.”

She turns to face him “I want to stay with you too,” she says in honesty “but if I don’t get home now, my family will kill me.”

This time Eliza does get up, and Alex quickly gets up too, walking in front of her.

“Well, who’s your ride?” He asks.

“My sister.” Eliza answers and Alex stops her walking by taking her shoulder.

“I’ll tell you one thing that’s good here that we don’t have in New York.” He says an digs into his pocket “It’s easier to get a car.” He dangles the keys in front of her and takes her by the hand, leading her to his car.

“Well,” he says, stopping in front of her house “This is you.”

Eliza bites her lip and looks at him nervously “Thank you for the ride.”

“No problem.” Alex replies, also nervous.

“I had a good time tonight,” she says, turning to face him “I thought it would be the absolute worst but you made it worthwhile so, thank you for that.”

Alex moved a little forward, “I had a really good time with you too.”

Eliza could see him moving forward and she smirked, moving forward so he could feel her breath on his lips “Alexander,” she says in a whisper “Do you really think I’d let you kiss me without asking me out on a date first?”

And with that she pulls away, getting out of the car and waving at him as she makes her way to the car.

Alex follows her until she’s inside and he leans back, his head resting on the seat.

“Shit.” He whispered to himself.