#☁️ ⠀ ⠀ INDIE RODRIGUEZ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ THREAD .

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status : closed / ( @apcthetics ) location : we already know teehee

☁️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ────────────         the   volleyball   match   had   been   her   idea.   it   was   posed   as   a   light   suggestion   to   match   the   energy   of   the   party   happening   around   them,   a   sort   of   cool   down   from   the   she'd   just   finished   playing.   however,   the   driving   factor   came   from   more   than   just   a   need   to   work   off   excess   energy   but   rather   an   attempt   to   shake   off   lingering   feelings.   indie's   greatest   kept   secrets   were   the   songs   she   wrote   about   her   best   friend;   yet   another   cliche   she   could   add   to   the   box   becoming   overgrown   day   by   day.   it   was   rare   that   she'd   perform   those   songs   if   he   was   in   attendance,   but   a   part   of   her   thought   it   would   help   her   deal   with   the   idea   that   he   didn't   want   her   the   way   she   wanted   him.   a   way   to   deal   with   emotions   she   couldn't   talk   about   as   she   often   had   done,   but   it   seemed   to   only   make   it   worse.   the   temptation   to   get   close,   to   make   contact   in   the   way   she   had   in   venice,   to   try   again   despite   the   terrible   outcome   the   last   time   she   attempted   to   press   her   body   against   his.   she   definitely   needed   a   net   between   them.          ❝   are   you   tired   of   losing   yet   ?   ❞   indie   called   over   the   net;   watching   as   the   ball   collided   with   the   ground   yet   again.   she   took   a   few   steps   toward   the   pole   and   forced   herself   to   stop   there;   body   leaning   against   it   as   silently   praised   herself   for   her   self   control.   ❝   you're   looking   pretty   hot   over   there,   you   sure   you   don't   need   a   break   ?   ❞   quip   on   her   tongue   slipping   through   as   she   let   her   eyes   openly   wander   her   frame   (   at   least   she   could   praise   herself   for   her   physical   self   control   ?   ).   ❝   if   you   tap   out   now   we   could   just   go   get   in   the   water.   i   think   i   could   use   a   cold   wash   down,   would   you   agree   ?   ❞

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☁️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────────         it   was   hard   to   think   straight   when   brady   drew   close   like   that.   her   back   straightened   and   she   threw   some   hair   over   her   shoulder   before   crossing   her   arms   over   her   chest.   indie   was   trying   to   keep   her   hands   to   herself,   keep   what   little   composure   she'd   managed   to   muster   since   coming   off   that   stage.   he   wasn't   making   it   easy.   the   sun   glistening   on   skin   she   once   had   the   opportunity   of   pressing   her   lips   against   and   having   pressed   on   her.   it   was   the   kind   of   closeness   indie   had   been   yearning   for   for   years.   the   level   of   intimacy   they   shared   in   venice   was   something   she   thought   would   only   exist   in   her   songs   and   daydreams.   despite   telling   herself   it   was   time   to   move   on,   that   it   was   clear   brady   held   no   romantic   interests   in   her,   she   couldn't   stop   herself   from   craving   it   every   time   he   was   near.   she   wanted   to   believe   that   she   could   be   good   for   him,   wanted   him   to   believe   it   too,   but   he   knew   her   better   than   anyone   else.   if   he   hadn't   seen   it   within   her   by   then   it   was   safe   to   assume   he   never   would.          yet,   even   with   that   knowledge   it   wouldn't   stop   the   gleeful   giggles   that   slip   past   her   lips   and   delighted   squeals   as   he   lifts   her   from   the   ground.   he   didn't   need   to   know   that   in   these   moments   she   would   pretend   that   they   were   something   more.   a   reality   where   the   love   between   them   was   more   than   friendly   and   they   were   happy;   beyond   it.   brady   would   always   make   her   happy   regardless   of   his   placement   in   her   life,   but   in   her   fantasy   she   was   able   to   make   him   just   as   happy.   even   if   in   reality   that   wasn't   the   case.   ❝   brady   !   ya   !   ❞   she   exclaimed,   a   hand   coming   up   to   smack   against   his   back   gently,   though   the   laughter   took   away   any   of   the   threatening   tone   she'd   hoped   for.   ❝   what   are   you   doing   ?   put   me   down   !   sé   que   eres   lindo,   no   tienes   nada   que   probar   !   ❞

*˖ ⊹      brady  approaches  indie  with  easy  steps,  shaking  off  the  embarrassment  of  chasing  after  the  volleyball  (  again  )  with  ease.  he  wants  to  claim  that  he  was  letting  her  win  as  part  of  his  '  make  indie  stop  hating  me  for  accidentally  sleeping  with  her  '  plan,  but  the  reality  was  that  brady  was  never  good  at  sports.  he  really  had  been  trying  to  coordinate  where  the  ball  was  heading  with  where  he  needed  to  position  his  hands,  but  it  wasn’t  working in a disastrously obvious way,  so  he's  grateful  when  she  seems  finished  with  their  game.  resting  his  shoulder  against  the  same  pole  she  was  (  and  thus  closing  any  space  they  had  put  between  them  over  the  last  twenty  minutes  or  so  ),  brady  pretends  as  though  he's  considering  her  proposition. his  mind  is  elsewhere  :  all  day  it's  been  drifting  towards  thoughts  of  her,  on  stage  or  in  her  swimsuit,  and  it's  taken  all  of  his  willpower  just  to  keep  himself  present  in  any  conversation. the subtle innuendos that underline her words, a staple in the way she spoke but now having so much more weight to them, make it even more difficult.  he  presses  his  thumb  to  his  lower  lip  in  thought,  his  eyes  narrowed  towards  her,  before  he  shrugs.  

"  okay.  "  he  moves  lightning  fast  for  someone  who  just  struggled to  keep  up  with  their  game  of  vollyeball.  in  one  well-considered  operation,  he  ducks  down,  tucking  his  arms  around  indie's  waist  and  hauling  her  up  over  his  shoulder.  maybe  he  will  regret  this─  most  likely  he  will  regret  this.  in  the  moment,  though,  it  seems  fun,  and  weren't they doing  their  best  to  go  back  to  a  place  where  everything  could  once  again  just  be  lighthearted  fun  ? "  let's  go  cool  off.  "  

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status : closed / ( @sirentearz ) location : indie's place

☁️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ───────────── as   much   as   indie   loved   making   music   and   performing,   she   hated   the   everything   else   that   came   along   with   it.   that   include   the   binders   of   lookbooks   that   was   sent   over   to   her   to   review   as   potential   tour   wardrobe   choices.   ❝   ya   no   puedo   !   ❞   she   exclaimed,   slamming   a   binder   shut   and   pushing   it   away   from   her.   ❝   if   i   have   to   look   at   one   more   fishnets   and   garter   combo,   i'm   going   scoop   my   eyes   out   with   a   garter   clip.   ❞   indie   gave   a   soft   sigh   as   she   sat   back,   peering   over   to   pearl   before   going   on.   ❝   if   i   watch   the   bar   for   a   week   will   you   just   throw   darts   at   these   binders   and   pick   for   me   ?   ❞

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status : closed / ( @foxtcils​​​ ) continued from : here .

☁️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ────────────  indie hadn’t known consistency until she met brady. he was unwavering. all her life her surroundings constantly changed. the apartment she lived in, the block she stayed on, the school she went to, the job her abuelito could keep, it was all fell victim to change.  indie had gotten use to never settling. the only familiar faces were those of her family, and with so many cousins always looming around it was easy to forget how lonely it was without friends. when it came down to it, nancy had really been her first friend. it was like one day indie had no idea who the girl was, and the next you’d never see them without each other. trouble always looming around them wherever they went. the two constantly making bad decisions that made for better memories. especially once brady had entered the picture. unexpectedly, her brother would become the one she held closest to her heart.

it wasn’t that she was growing a part from nancy, their friendship was just as comfortable as it always was, but she was growing closer to brady. whenever she stood next to him there was always a warmth that was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. indie always believed she was someone who had to take care of herself. growing up, she watched her grandfather work himself sick to take care of her. she thought if she could just grow up faster, learn to take care of herself she wouldn’t be a burden to anyone else. brady saw the ways she was trying to be older than she was and took care of her anyway. he’d been taking care of her ever since. 

“ if not crazy, what would you call them mi amor ? ” for all her teasing, indie was always there for him too. reveled in the constant that was knowing despite how crazy things got, brady would always be a phone call away. their friendship wasn’t always easy. somewhere down the line the pair had lost all inhibitions. there was no reason to hold back from sharing their opinions with one another because there were never any secrets between them. but that led to opinions they didn’t always agree with. they fought more often than indie liked to think about and it was frustrating because she didn’t know why they would do it. indie knew how much he cared about her. she definitely knew how much she cared about him. even through the harsh venom they tended to spew out at each other, and the dramatics that came with their shouting, there was never a moment she could envision her life without him in it.

brady had become more than just a comfort; he was a necessity. a vital part of her day to day that she couldn’t be without. no matter how stubborn she got, or how infuriating he could be, she’d always need him by her side. “ are you jealous that my lips got compared to the galaxy’s edge ? if you want me to hook you up with a song writer all you had to do was ask. ” she put on a good front, her tone light hearted, and her brows raised in a taunt, but there was a falter just before. a down turn in her lips at the reminder that those she dated took bits and pieces of intimate moments and twisted them to make her into be a dream. but truthfully it wasn’t their artistic liberties that bothered her. it was the fact that brady could listen to it. “ please don’t tell me you listen to that garbage. there’s much better break up songs out there. much better love songs out there. ” especially when the ones written about her had been void of the love they were singing about.

with him standing beside her indie could feel that familiar warmth spreading throughout her once again. people online loved to refer to her as a bright light that shone even brighter whenever brady was around. she wished she had the words to explain that he illuminated entire rooms and she could only glow so much because she’d gotten to be near him. without warning, she leaned back into him as he leaned to rest some of his weight onto her; her head turning to meet his gaze as if she’d missed it already. “ so... you want me to rip it off you carino ? ” the question came with a tilt of her head and a pause. her eyes drifting down to his collar and back up to his gaze. “ clem won’t be too happy about it, but she’s not too happy with me on most days anyway. ” she shrugged, offering him one quick wink before moving to the bed to put on her shoes. “ what club are we going to anyway ? ”

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