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        the light blonde huffed and shrug-         ged her shoulders; silent for just         a few moments before coming up         with a decent response.               

                  ❝ —- to be quite honest? I think they                   do it to keep things more entertaining.                   it gives you something to chase after;                   although it may drive you crazy; it is                   pretty smart if you think about it. ❞

        a heavy sigh falls past the petite         brunette’s lips, as she begins to         fiddle with the sleeves of her         oversized sweater.

                  ❝ —- i just.. don’t get it, you know?                   why do guys have to be so damn                   confusing ; with their stupid mixed                   feelings, and signals? it’s so—-                   f r u s t r a t i n g—! and i hate it. ❞

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"N-o means no," she spoke with exhaustion clear in her tone. It would be the last thing she would do if the other female did as little as pick up a drink. "We've gone over this, you're doing so well and one drink could bring you downhill," she cared too much to let her cave and she was going to do every little thing in her power to make sure that she did not pick up another drink again.

Rae looked at the blonde with the utmost sincerest look on her face. She was going mad. She needed a drink, or something.  The withdrawal symptoms were getting worse and she just needed to cave. The sober life wasn’t for her. “Let me have a drink or something, please.” Yes, this is what it has come to. Begging.

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          It was another night of yelling, harsh tones, and meaningless arguments. It was nothing new in their household, especially around this time of night when there was a bit of drinking involved. "If you say one more word to me, I swear to god I will flip out," were the last words she said before attempting to swing at her significant other. Of course, not causing any harm because she was so weak she could barely hold a door open for somebody. Her frustration and anger had gotten the best of her and the other had made a joke out of her threat and she was not going to stand for it. They argued close to every single night, otherwise every other night and it was not uncommon for them to get slightly physical. The two of them had their fair share of bruises from past arguments but this time was different. Waverly felt as if she was being made a fool out of, and that was the last thing she ever wanted. If it was up to her, she probably would have smacked them across the face for making her feel that way, but she controlled her violent urges and sat with her hands clawing into the mattress just wishing the arguing would come to an end and the next day would come and it would be a fresh start and everything would be forgotten from the night before.

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          "It will be okay," her words were strong and honest but her voice was gentle and weak. She was never good when it came to words or cheering somebody up while they were going through a rough time; with unfortunately for her she was dealt with both. It was devastating for her to watch somebody so close to her falling apart right before her eyes. "Shh," she cooed in a soft tone as she shifted her body closer to the other while she played with the ends of their hair. "I'm right here and I will never leave, even if all hell breaks loose," it was true. She cared about them far too much to even consider leaving them especially during a time like this. She was at a loss for words and actions, and right about now she was just going with her gut when it came to trying to comfort her best friend. As much as she wanted to ask what she should do next, she knew that she was or should be capable of trying to help or figuring out what to do. But, as for right now all she was going to do was hold them in her arms and hope for the best.

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                  The female caught on to a few words that fell from the others' lips but she was too focused on the others' appearance; the way their lips moved when they talked, the piece of hair that she tucked behind her ear. All these little things were distracting her from interacting effectively in the conversation; and all she cared about was what Bethany's lips tasted like. She pressed her lips together tightly as she watched the other female move closer to her; she tried to hide a wide smile as her hands positioned around her waist. She traced her sides with her fingertips before pulling her waist forward to press their bodies against one another. She hesitantly leaned forward to press her lips against the opposing pair. Her eyes closed as their lips came in to contact and she let out a satisfied groan beneath her breath; without breaking the gentle kiss. It was exactly what she expected and wanted and so much more; it was much much better than trying to concentrate and contribute to a conversation with her.

         To be quite honest, the words coming out of Bethany’s mouth in this moment were less than important. She was going on about some girl at work who had been rude to her today and in the end ruined her day. A huffy breath escaped the girl’s glossed lips as she heard the other speak up finally, “You weren’t listening at all were you—?” There was an air of annoyance in her tone, that emotion melting away when she processed the next part of what the blonde had said. “W-Wait, what?” A smile formed on her lips as her gaze locked on the other’s lips, they were just willing her to do as the other had requested. “Well, if that’s what you’d really like.” She scooted closer, getting rid of the space in between their bodies. Her hand came to rest on the girl’s upper thigh before leaning in to press her lips up against the pair a few inches away. 

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"But..." her weak voice trailed off as she recognized that her feelings and / or feelings did not matter at this point. It had been days since she has seen the other and been alone with them. They were constantly either busy at work or out with friends; and Waverly was stupid enough to think that maybe they would want to spend time alone with her in their free time. "I know you're working a lot, and I know you hardly have time for plans but you have cancelled on me twice in the same week and I'm not sure how much more of this I can tolerate," it was true. She was always being let down with their plans; either they just didn't show up or they were running late with work. At this rate, Waverly just felt completely unimportant, disrespected, and blown off and those were three feelings that she could not bare to feel again over somebody. "Now is your decision, either you make time for me and show me you want me, or I've given up on whatever we are for good."

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like this for a decent length starter ((decent as in at least a paragraph)) and do not feel the need to ask me which muse you should use, seeing as I am very easy going and you can respond with female or males.

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"And you know how you're my best friend?" He cocked his head to the side. "Then you should share and keep me warm," he laughed quietly beneath his breath as he wrapped his arms around the other males' waist. He noticed that he had Hudson on top of him and he shrugged his shoulder. "Or... you could just be my blanket instead. You're a lot more attractive than blankets," he grinned as he traced his sides with his fingertips.

"You know how you’re my best friend?" Hudson mumbled, face pressed up against the other boy’s cheek as the lay curled up together underneath Hudson’s mountains of blankets. "Well, that doesn’t mean you can steal all the blankets. Give them back." He huffed a little, rolling to pull some more onto his side; though he ended up laying half on top of the other.

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"It's just one night," he pleaded as he gently reached to place his hand on their arm. "Just spend the night," he tilted his head toward the window only to reveal the pouring rainstorm as the thunder and lightening was striking. He could sit here and beg, but he knew that the answer was ultimately up to them. "Wouldn't you much rather stay here with me and make some hot chocolate and snuggle while we watch the worlds' most stupidest movie?" He raised his eyebrow and looked toward them with hopeful puppy dog eyes, hoping that they would give in and stay with him. Not only did he want them to stay to be with him, but it was dangerous to be driving in such a vicious storm. "Please," he begged one last time in hopes to get the answer he wanted most.

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"No one has to know," he muttered with rasp visible in his tone. He exhaled a deep breath before resting his forehead against the other and cupping their face with his hands. He let the padding of each thumb cares their cheeks before leaning in; keeping his lips only inches away from theirs. This is the moment the two of them have been waiting for, they had been sneaking around and that was not something Ethan would do on the daily, but he truly did care about them and he wasn't going to put down without a fight. He never really agreed with or liked their significant other and he was well aware that they could always do better, and that was what Ethan was trying to get them to realize. Before he knew it, his lips were pressed against the others. He finally got his fix that he was waiting for all this time.