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these moments | john shelby

@ateliefloresdaprimavera wanted, and I quote: “happy,married to the love of his life John and [reader] who’s like a daughter to Polly”

hope you like it, hun!

You marched down the street, half angry, half exhausted. Groups of kids were running up and down and you cast an eye out to check whether any of yours were there. Men tipped their caps to you as you passed and you barged your shoulder into Polly’s front door, slamming it behind you.

“I got fucking fired, didn’t I?”

“Lovely to see you too, sweetheart. Sit yourself down. Kettle’s just boiled, you can explain yourself”

You huffed, yanking your scarf off and chucking it over the back of a chair.

“Thanks Pol. Where’s the kids?”

“John’s got them”

“John’s got them?”

Polly cast a look up to you as she brewed the pot and smirked when she saw your confused look.

“He was showing Katie her numbers and the rest wouldn’t let them be, you know what they’re like”

“Sorry, no, go back – John’s got the kids? By himself?”

She chuckled to herself and slid a cup over to you.

“Sit yourself down. And explain”

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PART 3!!!

Surprise I wanted to put it up now. Sorry I know it’s late a pretty lame update and it hecka sucks but #4 is about to be great. Love you guys!

Rating: PG maybe

It was impossible to sleep that night. The reveal of my art piece was approaching quickly and my nerves were catching up to me.

I got a text from my mum first thing in the morning saying she was so proud and excited to see me. I had picked out what I was going to wear weeks ago.

The black dress hug my porcelain curves, the red lipstick I boldly chose matches my red shoes and hang back.

I felt like I was going to something as significant as the Grammys. My dark hair falling in perfect ringlets as I curl it.

I arrived at the studio early, much earlier than required. I observed the blank space on the wall that would soon hold my masterpiece.

Artwork that I’ve tried to express multiple times in my teenage years but just finally was able to do.

My parents are the first to show up. They race to hug me.

I introduce them to the owner of the art gallery who I met while sketching at a coffee shop. My artwork caught his eye and he said he wanted to see more. I want to say it is because he liked my work more than the fact I was drawing a nude woman.

Many strangers show up. Already with still a half hour left until we start, there is a much bigger turnout than I expected.

The art covered walls feeling much closer together as my nervousness increases.

Calum, Ashton and Michael all show up. Michel brings a girl who I do not recognize.

“Is my art reveal the place you bring a girl on a first date?” I question as the blond wanders away to look at the other art pieces.

“Well I get major props for knowing the artist.” Michael bumps me.

I grin and look at all of them. They are all dressed up, meaning they are wearing button ups. Sure michaels is only half tucked in and calum is wearing blue jeans but it’s really the effort that counts.

“It really means a lot that you guys are here.” I smile at them.

“Aww!” Ashton squeals like a girl before hugging me.

“Have you guys heard from Luke?” I ask nonchalantly.

They shake their heads. I brush it off, I’m sure he is on his way.

When the owner starts calling for everyone to gather together I glance at the door one more, waiting for Luke to make one of his last minute entrances.

I make my way up to the front, while I was chatting with people I didn’t notice them put up my painting. It is covered by a thin cloth so no one can see it.

I glance down at my phone. There is a text from Luke:

Finally couldn’t put off taking ‘A’ out to dinner any longer. Wanna hang after?

I swear I could literally feel my heart being smashed. All of the pieces tearing through my body, desperate to find their way back together. But they were too lost.

He had forgotten and her again Arzaylea got what she wanted. On the night that was supposed to be mine.

I know if he had remembered he would have been the first person here. He would have wanted to come out to dinner with my parent and I after and he would have calmed my nerves before the show.

He wasn’t here, instead he was with her probably fighting.

I feel as I am about to cry. In front of all of these people. Everyone is looking at me, am I crying and not noticing it.

The one say I do decide to wear make up of course I would ruin it.

The owner says my name and I realized he was speaking to me.

“I’m so sorry. what?” I ask.

“Nerves seem to get the best of these young people.” He makes a joke. Many people laugh and I pull together my best smile.

“Why don’t you uncover your piece when you are ready and tell us about it.” He says.

My eyes scan the faces of the room once more. Hoping Luke remembered and snuck in without me noticing. I’m yet again let down.

The thing is I’m not even mad. I’m just so incredibly hurt, this was one of the most important nights of my life and he promised.

I slowly remove the barrier and everyone claps before pulling out their cameras. My mother has been filming since she got here.

“I want to catch my baby girls big moment.” Her words ring through my head.

“It took me a really long time to think of a name for this piece. Eventually I just went with ‘Air’.” I say. “It is painted with oil based paints. To me it represents freedom and individuality.”

My painting has a silhouette girl who is off centered next to a house. It is a pallet of colors. She is holding on to a bunch of balloons that I like to are pulling her up, wherever she wants.

The small room that recently seemed so full suddenly seems so empty. One of the only people I wanted to be here celebrating wasn’t.

I try to swallow back the tears of sadness the blur my vision. One single drop wins the battle as it slides down my cheek, the rest of its arm fallows in its quick descent down my face.

“There is a reason I wants the girl to remain identity less. Because I do think of this as a self portrait but adding something like skin color or hair color could ruin the illusion that this could be any other woman out there. Those fighting for freedom, equality.” My voice cracks as I continue to cry.

My mothers eyes mirror mine, smiling as proud and happy emotions stroll from her eyes.

“Those fighting for love. I wanted this to be a painting that could be looked at and see from so many different perspectives and points of view. See yourself in my work. I do this for the world.” I finish my speech.

The audience stars applauding and as much as I feel it’s impossible I muster up a smile.

“Wow. It is very phenomenal that this piece means this much to you. And it is only through true emotion like this do we find success and beauty in one’s art.” The owner of the gallery starts another round of applause.

I think them all, excusing myself to get some air.

On a day that is suppose to be about me I would ruin it crying over some boy. I painted the girl to be me but I don’t feel half as strong or beautiful as I want people to feel when they look at it.

I’m joined outside by Calum. I wipe my eyes and smile at him.

At least people think I’m crying for a different reason.

He pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry he wasn’t here today.” He says.

The waterworks start all over again. We pull away from each other i try to conceal myself but I can’t.

He already knows anyways. Everyone knows that I’m so in love with Luke. Everyone but Luke.

“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me like his.” I rub my face, a lot of my makeup coming off with it.

“He said he would be here. It’s not right and you have every right to be upset. It’s not fair. He is supposed to be here.” Calum says.

I wonder if he knows where Luke actually is.

“Yeah well he has other obligations. Like a girlfriend who he is with right now.” I say.

The surprise etched in his face shows me he didn’t.

“He is with Arzaylea? What? 10 times out of 10 he would rather be with you.” Calum says.

“That’s not true.” I shake my head. Luke and I do have the best fun together but there is something about being in a relationship with someone. You want to be with them all the time.

That’s how I’ve always felt about Luke except we aren’t in a relationship.

“They just fight a lot. I’m scared sometimes he is unhappy but then there is days like this where he forgets about me because he is with her.” I wipe the unders of my eyes.

“I don’t think he ever stops thinking about you.” Calum says quietly. “Do you ever think the reason Luke is so unhappy with Arzaylea is because she isn’t the one he wants to be with.”

Calum seems like he is almost trying to hint something.

“What? What are you saying?” I squint at him through my tears.

“Oh my gosh. You are both so blind. He likes you, as more than a friend.” Calum rolls his eyes.

I shake my head in disbelief “Luke doesn’t think of me that way. I’m nothing more than a friend to him.” My soul breaks as I say that.

More and more these days being with Luke seems to not even be possible. Like a dream I need to give up on.

“Drunk Luke can’t keep a secret from Calum.” Calum speaks of himself which makes me laugh.

I still don’t know if I believe what he is saying.

But what if he is right. All those times I’ve caught Luke staring at me isn’t because he is spacing out. When he tries to make me laugh with horrible jokes or pays attention to me over his girlfriend.

Maybe Calum is right.

I don’t know if I have enough willpower to find out though.


anonymous asked:

Taako keeps coming into my room and stealing my shoes? He says he'll bring them back, but he hasn't. Taako, if you're reading this, I have a date tonight and I really need my red heels back. You can keep the other shoes, just PLEASE give those back -Al from accounting


"Look What We've Become."

Anon: Jerome x Reader based on Look what we’ve become by Grace Potter? Xx

Thanks for the request! I’ve never done a songfic before so I hope I did this right lol

Jerome Valeska x Reader

Warnings: Smut at the end, murder (duh), and mentions of abuse.

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Parks and Rec Quotes Meme (change any pronouns where its required!)

  • “I tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and broke everything.”
  • “See, there’s more things to do on the internet than look at naked guys.”
  • “I’m not afraid of cops, I have no reason to be. I never break any laws, ever… Because I’m deathly afraid of cops.”
  • “She originally put me in charge of the hot dogs at this fundraising barbecue, and I dropped them all. All of them. Like, a thousand.”
  • “You look like I could use some company.”
  • “He’s in love with you and he has a GUN?!”
  • “Is she gonna powder her… vagina?”
  • “Do you think a depressed person could make this? NO.”
  • “Oh, Lord. Is he eating soup? On a bench? Alone?”
  • “She’s the worst person I’ve ever met. I want to travel the world with her.”
  • “You’re a smart, successful young man, with an adorable little belly. Stand up for yourself!”
  • [Gasps] “A game is the foot!”
  • “He’s a mutt. Half amazing, half terrific.”
  • “He’s like a brilliant, sexy little hummingbird.”
  • “Hey, honey, good morning! How did you sleep? I adopted thirty-two cats and dogs. Do you want pancakes?”
  • “You have to stop your stupid swagger and tell her in a normal voice that you care about her.”
  • “If I keep my body moving, and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.”
  • [Aggressively] “You have plenty of jeans!”
  • “Please hurry, I’ve been wearing a bandana as underwear for three days now.”
  • “I want candy.”
  • “I’m simply gonna explain to the crowd that love is everywhere and they simply have to surrender to the flow of the universe, yaknow?”
  • “Hi, is there maybe a medication that you need a lot of and have taken none of - or maybe too much of today?”
  • “You don’t let anything happen to him, understand me? He is precious cargo!”
  • “Oh my god, these dogs are so cuuute. I wanna throw up and kill myself.”
  • “I need to go lie down for 45 minutes. No, an hour. A full hour!”
  • [singing] “___’s sitting on my lap, shouldn’t tell her that I need to take a crap, oh no.”
  • “Okay, I’m gonna need the sarcasm to take a looong walk right now.”
  • “These kids are tearing my house apart and I need you to calm them with the power of song!”
  • “I’m sorry that I thwarted you at every turn.”
  • “I have an idea. Its not illegal, technically, but it is a dick move.”
  • “If I come down there, can I at least break something?”
  • “Oh, thank god you’re here. I got so bored I started thinking about existence.”
  • “I’ll wear that red thing when you deserve to see me in that red thing.”
  • “Do not blame me for the sins of my mother!”
  • “Oh, Hitler, you sexy bastard.”
  • “I love your team, sir. I love them like they’re my own children.”
  • “The zodiac killer didn’t confess, why do I have to?”
  • “Your shoes are red now!”
  • “You better give me back that megaphone, that belongs to my aunt.”
  • “I’m feeding your eagle. He’s starving!”
  • “Well, I really like cats. And dogs sure are great.”
  • “No, I don’t like this game. I don’t know what the rules are!”
  • “Holy mother of Malia! And Sasha! I love them both equally.”
  • “There is no quiet anymore. There is only Doc McStuffins.”


Bright lights beam down as I sit staring at the screen of my phone
Plugged in as the mouths of others say
Everyone is staring down. Faces illuminated and still

A chico beside me has a big beautiful bucket of crimson roses tied up with a big red ribbon. Pure white jeans and shiny shoes like the moon. Slick oiled back hair
Sipping on a tin can covered in a green plastic bag.
A couple sit opposite dreaming down.

Aching through tunnels of blackness
Whispers in toungues
Buzzing light beside me

Trains, everyhere creeping over the earth
This one is whizzing through a mountain
Underneath where they say God gave Jesus this earth
Running from the sea
Lights flash flash flash

Proxima Estacion Les Planes

Better With You By My Side

prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: so yea i haven’t written a chaptered fic in a while but um if ppl like it i might do a weekly schedule!!


Chapter One

“Adam?” Dan bursts into his brothers bedroom.
“No, you can’t.” Adam immediately waves him off, barely takes his eyes off his magazine. “You still haven’t paid me last week’s £20 back yet.”
Dan rolls his eyes. “I don’t want money. Have you seen my new shirt anywhere?”
Adam looks up indifferently. “The black one?”
Dan nods.
Adam’s face suddenly lights up. “With the cravat?”
Dan’s nods become increasingly hopeful.
“Nope.” Adam suddenly picks up his magazine, kicking his legs back up on the bed.
Dan fixes a steady glare on his older brother, before slamming his door behind him and rushing back into the hallway where he had originally started. He avoids mentioning to the housekeeper when questioned why are you running around like a baby elephant? that he needs to be dressed and ready for the chauffer at 11:30.
As he’s still standing in the long hallway, fully clothed in his pyjamas and there’s still no sign of his new shirt.
And it’s now 11:20.

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The Opponent

Warnings: none
Rating: everyone
Summary: The reader and Chris are both nominated for an award at some award show and they meet on the red carpet and flirt a lot (as requested by anonymous)
A/N: okay so I’m not an expert at flirting and I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted. I tried. And I made some things up for the sake of the story :P
Y/N = your name and Y/L/N = your last name
Being nominated for the award, naturally, you were invited to the award show. After finishing a mini interview on the side of the red carpet, you walked away from the camera and the interviewer and proceeded onto the red carpet. However, as you backed away, you tripped on someone’s shoe and fell backwards. Just as you thought that you’d fall over and make an ass out of yourself, strong, sturdy and muscular arms caught you. You looked up to see who’d saved you, and were greeted with the face of Chris Evans. He had personified perfection, to put it lightly. He just looked so damn good. His beard was trimmed to exactly the right length, his hair slick back. He was rocking a well tailored tuxedo, too. Hot damn.

He was concerned, “are you okay?” He questioned.

“Yeah, I’m…good. Thank you,” you replied, unsure.

“I’m sorry for getting in your way,” he said.

“You didn’t,” you responded. Realizing that he was still holding you, you quickly stood up and apologized. You thanked him again and you were about to walk away, when he took hold of your arm and ever so gently pulled you back to him.

“At least tell me your name before you leave,” he said, pulling a puppy dog face.

You giggled, “Y/N Y/L/N, pleased to meet you.”

He held out his hand for you to shake, “Chris Ev-”

Taking hold of his hand and shaking it, you said, “I know exactly who you are, Captain America.”

He chuckled, and just as he was about to reply, a woman walked up to him and linked her arm through his. “Ready to go, Chris?”

Oh, great. He already has a girlfriend. Maybe a wife, even. You sighed internally and she smiled at you. You were envious of how perfect this woman was, but all you could do was hide it behind a delirious smile. Chris turned to her and said, “Yeah, uh, Michelle, this is Y/N,” and he turned to you, “Y/N, this is Michelle, she’s a really good friend of mine. We go a long way back,” he smiled.

She must have sensed your envy because she spoke up, “I’m just here for support, since he didn’t have a date,” and she laughed.

“Oh, no, I didn’t - I wasn’t thinking-” you tried to cover up, “I wasn’t even thinking about that,” you laughed. “I’m going to have to go now, though. I’ll see you guys soon,” you said, and with a smile, strode away.
You hadn’t found your seat yet in the huge hall, and you needed to use the restroom badly. You quickly did your thing and washed your hands. As you opened the door, you saw Chris standing there, leaning against the wall. He was running his hand through his hair, and when he looked up to see you, he smiled. 

“Y/N, was Michelle in there? I lost her in the crowd and I haven’t found her yet.”

“Uh, no…there was no one in there.”

Frowning, he turned around and looked around the hall. “I don’t know where else to look…I’ve looked everywhere. She’s vanished,” he paused for a moment before asking, “Please could you help me find her?”

You agreed. “Have you tried calling her?”

“She didn’t bring her phone,” he answered.

“What about the main doors? Have you-”

“There she is!” He exclaimed, grabbing your hand and taking you with him.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?” Michelle asked.

“You vanished!” Was Chris’ reply.

You stood there awkwardly before Chris eventually turned to you and asked, “Would you like to sit with us, Y/N?”

“Sure,” you smiled.

You followed them both to the seats, and sat down next to Chris, who had Michelle on his other side. Very soon after, the show started and awards were given. Then came the awards for the best actor and actress in a rom-com movie. This was the one that you were nominated for. The woman who was on stage, reading out the winners for the awards opened the envelope.

“The winner for best actress is Y/N Y/L/N,” you froze in your spot and out of the corner of your eye saw Chris turn to you, smiling. The woman continued, “and the winner for best actor is Chris Evans! Can Miss Y/L/N and Mr Evans please come up on stage to receive their awards.”

You both stood up and Chris, being the gentleman he is, waited for you and held out his arm for you to take. You both walked up to the stage, smiling, and accepted your awards.
The awards show was finished, and you were talking with Chris and Michelle. Michelle left to go somewhere, saying that she’d be right back.

“Maybe we could, hang out sometime?” Chris suggested.

“We should, yes,” you nodded in agreement.

“Can I get your number?” He asked.

After a second of hesitation, you said, “Of course,” and gave him your number. You had this feeling inside that good things were going to come your way.

Tony stares at himself in the mirror, shifting the choker around his neck until the chain is hidden from view. He turns to Bucky, and gestures toward his entire outfit. “How do I look?”

“You realize you’ve ruined my life, right?” Bucky asks from his place on their bed, watching Tony with an appreciative gaze.

Tight pants, silver choker, tousled hair, and lips red from a lipstick Tony’s applied to Bucky several times before make Tony look like a painting, beautiful and unearthly. He continues, eyes lingering on several parts of Tony’s body, “I’m ruined for anyone else.”

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Norman Reedus Imagine

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I walked onto the set for Boondock Saints, fidgeting since this was my first time being on a makeup team for a movie. Norman came up to me and hugged me, i smiled and hugged him back.

“You made it!” He said with a smile.

I nodded and looked at the rest of the crew, nobody looked friendly. I known Norman since we were in diapers. We have been best friends since we were in elementary school, he was my only friend but i didn’t want him to think i was that lonely.  I sighed and looked down nervous thinking i was going to fail.

“Hey why do you look so nervous?” Norman asked interlocking our arms and walking me to the makeup department.

“Cause you know this is my first real set.” i mumbled moving the hair out of my face seeing i already had a person waiting in my chair. It was a man Norman shook his hand, and then motioned to me.

“Hey i’m Sean.” He said holding his hand out, i immediately took it,

“(y/n)…” I mumbled he chuckled same with Norma, who i glared at.  I started working on Sean even though he hardly needed any makeup, the Director came over and looked at him ,

“Can you maybe add some more here?” He asked, but i knew it was more of a command.

“Yes sir, would you like anything else fixed?” I asked politely, he shook his head no.  I started adding more counselor where he asked , Sean kept staring at me through the mirror.

“You are the makeup artist to not talk my ear off, do you know that?”  I turned and looked at the mirror ,  i dusted off my black shirt which was now covered in powder,

“Yes,  I get told that a lot, I only talk when spoken to Mr. Sean.” He smiled at me, he was charming in appearance.

“How do you know Norman?” He questioned and looked at the mirror.

“We have been friends since we were little.”  I mumble starting to clean my brushes since i was done with his makeup.  He nodded and watched me for some time before saying our goodbyes and leaving my chair. Norman sat down and smacked his hand on my ass cheek. I yelped and turned around thinking it was Sean. Noticing it was Norman I dropped my raised hand and glared at him.

“So how is it?” He asked starting to laugh.

“Fine Norman, go on set they need you.”

 I say and start to shoo him. He took off his shades and put them on top of my head.

“Keep these safe (y/n).” He said with a smirk before running off into the set.

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I walked onto The Walking Dead set with a sigh. I raised my sunglasses off the bridge of my nose and onto my forehead. I chuckled remembering the first time I was on a set. I looked around and saw the makeup department and I started walking to it but I got stopped by the director.

“Hello (y/n) have you set up in your trailer yet?”

I raised my eyebrows at the mention of a trailer,
“Uh, no sir.”

“It is right over there, you can drop your stuff in there and then come to your chair.”

I nodded and walked to my supposed trailer, opening it was completely empty. I looked around for a few moments then walked out. I went to my chair where this woman sat, there was a wig in front of her. Her skin was a beautiful African American shade, she was gorgeous.

“Hello I am Danai, I need help with..” She motions toward the wig. I nodded quickly picking it up gently, like a newborn baby.

“I’m (y/n) by the way.” You mumble before slipping it on and beginning to attach it. She stared at me through the mirror with a grin. Throughout the years of college and my life I have gained more tattoos and began piercing my ears. My back was covered in black and white tattoos, my artwork.

“How long have you been a makeup artist?” She asked looking to my eyes.

“Well ever since my mama taught me how to put on blush.” I say with a chuckle.

She laughed at my response and shook her head. “Your funny, and I love how you put it on.” She said touching her hair. I smiled and picked up my makeup brush, she leaned back in her seat.

“Thank you, that was my first time putting a wig on to be honest.” I say truthfully.

Danai raised her eyebrows but tried not to move her face. I started applying eyeliner and little lipstick. It took me only a few minutes and then she was done. She smiled and thanked me going to wardrobe. I sat in my chair and awaited for my next person to work on. I started looking at my phone before I felt someone watching me.

“(Y/n)?” I heard a familiar voice. I looked up in the mirror to see Norman staring at me wide eyed. I froze in fear… I haven’t seen Norman since the last time I was at a set. My mouth went dry, and my tongue felt like sandpaper.

I turned in my chair and stared at a older Norman,

“Hi Norman.” I whispered even though I was far away enough that he couldn’t hear me. I stood as he walked towards me,

“I’m your next canvas..” He said softly.

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I started walking towards my convertible when I heard my name being yelled,

“(Y/n)!” Sean yelled approaching me. I waved.

“Hey Sean, is something wrong?” I asked him.

“No I was just wondering if you would maybe like going on a double date with me and Norman?” He said softly and leaning on the hood of my red convertible. I smile and nodded,

“Good pick you up at 7? And hey remember some dancing shoes.” He winked and walked back to the set. I smiled then got in my car I sighed and drove to my small apartment.

When I walked through the door of my apartment, I looked at my mirror as i took off my Vans , “Shit I still have his glasses.” I sighed and put them on the counter.

I began the process of getting ready. I showered and put on some lipstick. I almost forgot my eyeliner, which i thank god i didn’t.  I winged the eyeliner and slapped on some mascara.

“Time for the hard part … hair.” i said taking out my wet hair, I decided to let it air dry with some gel in it.  Walking to my room i decided on a plain black tea and black leggings. I wasn’t a colorful person, at all. Looking at myself in the mirror i sighed taking off the shirt and throwing on my favorite Pink Floyd tank top, which also showed off my belly button tattoo.  I decided to show off my tattoos tonight, Norman hasn’t seen them yet. Thinking of Norman i sighed and tried not to cry.

I heard the doorbell ring, I took a deep breath opening the door. Sean stood there with Norman right behind him.

“Wow.” The both muttered, I just giggled,

“Let me get my heels.” I saw opening the door wider, allowing them access in. I walked into my bedroom leaving them at the door, who seemed in awh by my home. When I came out of my room in my vans , heels seemed too formal, the looked at me with a smile.

“Liz is meeting us at the club.” Norman said rubbing his jaw looking at me. I nodded as Sean kissed my hand and then interlocking our fingers. I smiled at him and walked with him to the bikes. Sean handed me a helmet but I shook my head no. He got on then me, I looked back at Norman, who was staring at me.

I chuckled as he drove.

Getting to the club I laughed since I never have been to one. Sean made sure to keep his arm around me, or hold my hand. We walked to a small table with a beautiful woman sitting with her legs crossed.

“(Y/n) this is Liz.” Norman said, I shook her hand and said hi.

Sean sat next to me and ordered a couple drinks. I started sipping my beer as we all socialized.

Hearing one of my favorite songs on I jump in excitement. “I love this song!” I whimper and look at Sean with puppy dog eyes.

“Let’s go dance then.” Norman said taking Liz to the floor, Sean practically dragged me there. Norman and Liz looked good dancing together, me and Sean…. No.

Sean was very forceful towards my hips, swaying them back and forth and practically making me rub my rear on his pelvis. At one point I yelled I had to go to the bathroom, just to get away from him. I started walking but a hand grabbed mine, it was Norman.

“Come on.” He said twirling me into him.

 I smiled and started dancing with him. He was so gentle yet he kept the lead. Our dance could be described as a tango with a modern flare. One point I was rubbing my back on his chest and holding his face to look at me. Even being Norman best friend, he was surprisingly hot, and attractive through our dance. I couldn’t stop smiling, and honestly neither could he. I giggled and stared at him as our dance ended, then noticed everyone was watching us at the middle of the dancefloor. I cleared my throat and stood up straighter, and i moved my hair behind my ear. 

The crowd applauded almost to the point of a standing ovation, but we denied and walked back to our table. I was bright red and still looking down at my shoes when we sat back down/ Sean now reeked of alcohol, as well as Liz, they laughed at everything they looked at.

“So (y/n) how do you like paint on people?” Liz asked. Since this was her first time speaking to me since she met me i decided to be clever,

“Its just like that actually, I am a artist, and the face is my canvas.” i said with a chuckle. Norman stared at me with a smile. Liz and Sean laughed at me but I knew I sounded intelligent to the sober.