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hqsphoenix:

phoenix knew he’d invited the right person as he took one glance at his friend’s face. a smirk spread on his features as he turned back to look down the empty hallway, one hand dragging its fingertips along the drywall. he caught the keys, twisting them around in his hand, the other moving to pull the sunglasses from his pocket and place them on the bridge of his nose. sure, it was night time, but that didn’t mean a thing to camera flashes. “so ??” he inquired, eyes moving past caleb as they turned the corner towards the exit, “what are the plans ??”

“well, getting the fuck out of here for one.” there was nothing exciting about the intestines of the stage. the after parties were the best on the final days. and while he may have had a few shots to loosen him up, it wasn’t alcohol that was going to blow them away. at the very last minute caleb had leaned his back against the door, lips licking impulsive and concentration as he carefully spilled a little landscape of white powder bumps onto the back of his hand. “try not to sneeze.” he said, offering them up and warning playfully,

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hqsphoenix:

he let out a laugh at caleb’s reaction — phoenix knew that this was enough of an answer. he smiled down into his refilled champagne glass; the prospect of having a very momentous occasion to celebrate, a very full bank account, and a friend like caleb waldorf made the boy feel limitless. “i hope you brought stronger shit than this,” phoenix nodded, towards the champagne bottle in his hand, finishing off his own glass and taking a swig from he bottle. “if ‘yknow what i mean,” he gave caleb a nudge as a mischievous smirk played onto his features.

of course caleb had something stronger. the very unworldly confidence in his gate was evidence enough, let alone that damning little sniffling tick. he walked down the hallway like he owned the city and everyone within, never following too straight of a line as he weaved the lead down the empty corridor. “your wish is coming true.” he assured him with a chuckle, turning mid step to toss his car keys over the traveling gap between them.

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lucifer-reed:

“witty,” lucas commented before disregarding his reply. he held on steadily with shaky fingers to his cup that somehow kept being refilled. “yeah,” he replied, less of an admittance and more of a confirmation to the other’s statement. “there are a lot of things that are supposed to be happening right now, yet we’re here. why? did you come to give me a pre-show performance?”

“busted.” a sarcastic rebuttal. caleb waldorf scarce even batted his lashes without making it a show worth staying until curtain call. in the dim light of what could only be described as a gentle euphoric fog, the teenager eyed the musician like he knew something he did not, music moving through the ground and urging his legs to mindlessly sway. “i just came to tell you to break a leg.” he insisted.

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lucifer-reed:

small talk stung his ears as fellow “colleagues” drowned his ears with their meaningless banter. it was coachella and lucas somehow found himself rather bored with the situation placed in front of him. he hated these people and dare he say it, he hated this place. showing up only for the drugs that would course through his veins and an occasional appearance on stage. other than that, coachella seemed like another business opportunity and everyone knew that lucas loathed them. he was scheduled to go on stage in about 20 minutes which meant an hour in lucas’ books. but it then turned to two hours when his eyes caught a wayfaring stranger-esque waldorf heading his way. promptly turning away from the crowd of people, he placed his hands behind his back with a knowing look. “and to what do i owe the pleasure?”

lucas’s suave introduction had caleb visibly entertained. “i don’t know. the stars.” he shot back arrogant but happily. his lips were flush and bitten to the darkest potential of their pigment, top row of teeth dipping back over the lowest one like beating the body after taking its life. in a moment, caleb was smiling again, grin growing up to his eyes as if in response to something in his head. “you’re supposed to be performing.” he noted vacantly.

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hqsphoenix:

the adrenaline coursing through phoenix’s veins made him feel better than he had in a long time — INVINCIBLE. as he stepped off stage, the thrill was evident in his eyes. he’d just completed one of the biggest milestones in his lifetime — this was grounds enough for a celebration, right ?? as he bounced down the hall, ears still ringing from the volume of the music and the crowds, he made a beeline for his dressing room, knowing it had been previously stocked with a variety of liquors, most importantly the ace of spades champagne that he had imported for the occasion. entering the room, he was met with congratulations from different members of his team, until his eyes finally landed on the person he’d hoped had found his way backstage. “so, did you prefer fashion week or coachella ??” phoenix mused, handing the male a glass of champagne and refilling his own after having downed it in two seconds flat. // @calebinthesky

“i don’t...” caleb just shook his head, a sip of champagne shrugging it off dismissively. “i’m happy to be here.” that was all he really wanted to say. he’d huffed his way through the first half of the week and there was no reason or way to hide it, a telling restless stance following him and the rims of his irises from new york city to the outskirts of la. “tonight... we fucking celebrate.” a firm hand clamped on his best friend’s shoulder, giving the fabric of his shirt a powerful squeeze. “chug that. we’re getting out of this stuffy place.”

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milahd:

turquoise orbs studied him as he worked out. and mila shamelessly checked him out. he was attractive. how could she not? “front row, huh? didn’t know you were such a fashionista,” she teased.

“excuse me.” caleb scoffed with a contradictive smile, staring the girl down playful and fearlessly. “i look runway ready literally all the time.”

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he had taken something and you could see it on his face. shiny eyes twinkling as they blinked and blinked like the flicker of two big lightning bugs. it was a weird picture because caleb waldorf was alone and wandering— chin up and attracting gaze after gaze, sort of looking through them or not bothering to acknowledge at all. he’d only merged with the crowd for about three feet of space before he was stopping in his tracks, turning in a half circle as he caught sight of a familiar face. an invitation was extended in the form of a small smile and sparkly gaze, the younger male’s vision unable to find complete focus but beating with heat as the stage flooded the venue with bass.

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won’t be on much today on either of my babes, but i just popped in to say merry christmas, happy holidays, hanukkah, have a good weekend, whatever you celebrate! i’m so full of love and eggnog 

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milahd:

“you’re welcome, boo,” she spoke with a smile. she was tired. exhausted even. and she took a seat on the floor. fingers pressed against the glossy screen as she replied to a few texts before her attention focused back on the young man. “in approximately 2 hours. i have a show tonight. you want to come?”

a tempting offer. caleb finished up his set with a few thoughtful groans, placing the bar and weight back on its hooks without the assist of a spotter. sitting back up, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. “you won’t be able to stop me, i’ll be sitting in the front row.”

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cxrvskxllxy: 

Darkened hues casted down a gaze upon the nice threads that covered most of his skin. A stray tattoo here and there subtly poking up. He shook his head in response, he wasn’t walking. His management encouraged him to do castings but he refused, he didn’t like modelling and even the mere fact he was forced to ATTEND fashion week made him cringe.  “Nah,” he replied shortly but not rudely, another inhale of his cigarette before flicking off the ashes, “I’m sitting front row so my team told me to look ‘respectable’ “he said with a slight laugh.

it wasn’t a full laugh, but there was at least the hint of a smile; its delicacy allowing for a peak of shiny white teeth before they’d sealed back around the butt of his smoke. “so this is your respectable wear?” he took a step back and looked him up and down, taking a long hit of the paper wrapped bud before giving a nod of what looked like approval. “do i want to know what not respectable looks like?” the tattoos already gave him a certain sort of edge.

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milahd:

a chuckle escaped her lips at his question. typical caleb. eyes looked back to her phone as she shrugged. “kind of,” sh teased before she finally posted the video on her instagram story. she wasn’t surprised to see him in new york city. he would usually attend big social events like fashion week.

“oh jeez, thank you.” he put his hand to his chest, tightening the muscles in his stomach as he lowered his head down against the bench. but he wasn’t really so wounded. gripping the bar from below, he tucked his lips beneath his teeth as he started a set. “when do your rehearsals start?”

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cxrvskxllxy:

Chris travelled through the room, abnormally well dressed compared to his usual ripped jeans and tattered shirts that let his tattoos peak through. He was almost the perfect visual representation of a gentleman and yet his cool and laid back disposition and Californian style was present. The LA model and actor was on his best behaviour, his management had organised him to be here, to be seen and they had a careful eye on the notorious bad boy. So when he finally got a moment away to breathe he stepped away and out on to what he could only describe as a rooftop, balcony-esque area. Lighting up a cigarette the lad breathed in the toxic smoke, exhaling with a sigh- brown but warm eyes looking over his shoulder as he heard the pitter patter of footsteps behind him. A half grin, curved up on one side offered to his sudden company.

well at least it wasn’t some nobody. to the friendly smirk that was aimed at him, caleb didn’t immediately respond, lighting up beneath the curved shield of his palm and infusing the air with a distinct grassy aroma. one hand buckled into his pocket and the other tapped ash off his joint as he stood silently, taking long breaths as if to consume the reefer in the most time efficient manner. “are you walking in that?” he asked curiously, in obvious reference to chris’s sleek attire. 

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milahd:

ever since the brunette landed to new york city, her schedule had been hectic. each second was carefully planned by her assistant. photoshoots, fittings, rehearsals, shows, after parties. but today, mila managed to squeeze in an hour work out session. a much needed one. a 30 minute run on the tread mill and she pressed the pause button as she reached for her water bottle and took a sip. phone in hand, the model approached the nearest mirror and playfully recorded herself in her skin tight gym attire, ready to post it on her social media before she saw a figure walking by, in the background of her video. “you’re in my video, does it bother you if i post it online?” she inquired as she looked over at the person.

rotating mid step, caleb’s legs kept moving backward as he grinned. “do i look good?” as if her answer would indicate his. caleb didn’t have to be told, the smirk on his face would be evidence enough of his confidence. trading off dumbbells for a bar, he ducked beneath the heavy metal rod already prepared above the lifting bench. “yeah i don’t care. go ahead.” he smiled.

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hadlcy-e:

“of course we are, there’s no other option for this trip,” she replied. was there really any other possible way this could go, especially when caleb was involved? the trip was exactly the breather she needed and she was going to enjoy herself. “oh the sun room? sure, show me the sun room.” letting out a laugh, hadley didn’t let him go as they walked together in the direction of their destination.

it was nice. light. not like the heavy conversations he’d been breaking a sweat to avoid all week. he hadn’t really been home. he didn’t want to go. he preferred it where he was. spinning the brunette beneath his arm in malibu. caleb was happy to see that the number of pillows displayed on the airbnb had not been an overestimation, tugging hadley ahead of him to the windowed room; decked in dream catchers, chimes of stained glass and welcoming rugs. “bowls?” he suggested.

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alesscs:

“so you’re both high and hungover?” alessa replied, shaking her head. “those are not a good combination.”

“says you.” caleb thought they were, on the contrary, a spectacular duo to dance with. “my head is so fuzzy, i can’t even tell if it’s aching.” he teased crudely. 

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