tawnyyeyed

[tawnyyeyed]

lyricalrose​:

             “oh,  really?  tell  me  more  HOW  sexy  it  is  if  you’re  daring  enough.”  smile  curls  into  that  devious  way  he’s  always  been  good  at  since  he  was  a  kid  and  was  about  to  pry  himself  into  some  mischief.  but  then  it  curls  into  something  way  more  than  mischief,  it  curls  into  giddiness,  like  when  someone  would  give  him  all  the  attention  as  an  affection-deprived  kid  and  he  finally  felt  special.  loved!  el  makes  him  feel  exactly  like  that  when  she  says  if  they  can’t  wiggle,  she  doesn’t  want  their  number.  “i  really  AM  special  if  no  other  guys  are  getting  your  number  now.”  grinning,  it  makes  him  laugh.  so  maybe  when  she  leaves  even  the  new  york  guys  won’t  be  as  cool  as  him?  it  gives  him  a  tiny  bit  of  hope,  at  least.  thinking  about  all  of  this  as  he  leads  her  around  the  right  side  of  the  building,  following  the  sidewalk  that  curls  around  the  whisky  and  there’s  a  tiny  parking  lot  that  attaches  to  the  club.  right  behind  that  is  a  fence  and  another  parking  lot,  which  is  attached  to  the  building  that’s  probably  an  extension  to  his  apartment  complex.  palm  trees  stuck  here  and  there.  he  waits  for  the  street  to  clear  before  crossing  over,  where  directly  is  the  white  building  and  parking  lot  to  his  apartment.  once  he  leads  the  way  across  the  road,  there’s  a  white  brick  wall    landscaping  the  slope  of  the  road  then  a  tiny  entrance  where  a  small  case  of  stairs  greets  them  with  black  railing.  once  they  reach  the  top,  the  redhead  leads  her  down  the  middle  of  hall.  the  door  is  already  open,  so  with  a  turn  of  the  knob  they’re  being  welcomed  by  the  smell  of  cigarette  smoke.  mtv  on  what  has  to  be  volume  100  it’s  so  fucking  loud.  and  the  sound  of  horse  playing  and  giggling  coming  from  the  living  room  where  the  party  must  be.  the  hallway  has  lays  chip  bags,  beer  cans  and  boxes  of  twinkies  strewn  across  it.  and  a  pair  of  someone’s  shorts  randomly  mixed  in.  “okay,  i  promise  i’m  not  the  one  that  lives  like  a  pig.”  chuckling,  even  though  it’s  actually  not  funny  to  him.  it  actually  irritates  him  to  no  end.   “my  room  is  really  tiny  but  the  cleanest  part  to  this  trash  hole.  i  promise.”   he’s  the  only  one  that  showers  the  most,  too.  so  he’s  really  sorry  in  advance  if  she  smells  a  room  full  of  smelly  dudes  and  their  armpits.  yeah,  too  bad  he  has  to  pass  the  living  room  to  get  to  his  room  too.  “GUYS,  can  you  turn  that  shit  down  some?”  he  yells  down  the  hall,  holding  the  door  open  for  el.  there’s  a  pause  and  axl  wonders  if  they  even  heard  his  loud  voice  but  steven  eventually  leans  over,  peeking  over  the  shoulder  of  the  topless  blonde  on  his  lap.  he  sees  there’s  a  new  girl  he’s  never  seen  before  with  the  redhead  and  he’s  already  grinning  at  this  opportunity  to  embarrass  the  singer,   “oh,   ax  has  a  girlfriend  with  him!”  he  grabs  the  remote,  turning  it  down  just  so  axl  and  everyone  in  the  apartment  can  hear  him,  “we  better  turn  it  down  before  we  ruin  his  date.”  steven  is  obnoxious  as  always,  and  the  girls  he  gets  with  are  equally  that  way  since  she’s  looking  over  her  shoulder  and  seeing  the  singer  hold  the  door  open  for  that  girl  steven’s  talking  about,  “awww,  he’s  such  a  romantic  with  his  girlfriend!   why  don’t  you  act  so  romantic  stevie?”  she  giggles,  trying  to  place  the  can  of  beer  on  top  of  his  fluffy  mane  of  blond  curls.  “we  are  romantic,  sweetie.  we  got  this  whole  couch  to  be  romantic  on.”  by  then  axl  is  trying  not  to  blush  at  el  being  called  his  girlfriend   twice   and  vomit  at  them  both  on  the  couch  half  naked.  one  more  piece  of  clothing  comes  off  them  and  they  will  be  fully  naked.  god,  he  hopes  el  doesn’t  think  he’s  some  kind  of  weirdo  just  because  there’s  two  drunk  people  on  the  couch  close  to  making  babies.  slash  and  his  girlfriend  making  out  in  the  corner  of  the  living  room,  couldn’t  care  less  what’s  going  on.  a  soused  duff  and  a  couple  of  his  friends  in  the  kitchen  acting  like  lunatics,  laughing  until  their  lungs  burn  and  using  cooking  ware  as  instruments.  like  they’re  a  bunch  of  three  year  olds  or  something.  and  izzy…  well  like  always  izzy’s  somewhere  else  and  not  even  here.  least  that’s  one  less  moron  making  his  life  hell  right  now.  

            elouise  puckers  those  plump  lips  of  hers  in  mischievous  thought.  corners of  her  mouth  upturned  in  nature  and  her  tawny eyes  sultry  and  squinted. cheeks  growing  warmer  and  blushing  the  longer  she  thinks  of  an  explanation  as  to  how  sexy  his  wiggling  is.  it  just  is.  “i  don’t  know.  i  suppose  if  a  guy  is  good  at  dancing,  it  must  mean  that  he’s  good  at  other  things  too...”  she  admits  with  a  kittenish  smirk,  heart  thumping  at  such  a  bold  statement  —  even  if  she’s  just  making  all  of  this  up  as  she  goes.  she  can’t  help  but  stifle  a  giggle  by  sinking  her  pearly  teeth  into  her  lower  lip.  how  crude.  she  already  regrets  saying  that.   “you  are!  my  standards  are  super  high  now,  all  thanks  to  you.  if  he  can’t  wiggle?  i  don’t  want  to  know  him!”  she  even  playfully  extends  a  hand  to  pretend  like  she’s  swatting  away  some  poor  guy  who  can’t  wiggle.  as  harsh  as  it  looks  and  sounds,  it’s  all  in  good  fun.  especially  as  she  glances  over  at  her  newfound  friend  with  a  dazzling  grin,  elouise  simply  relishing  in  the  adorable  grin  that  is  now  cast  upon  his  own  face.  she  doesn’t  know  what  to  expect  when  they  reach  his  apartment.  though,  the  closer  they  get  to  it  —  the  further  it  dawns  upon  her  that  she’s  actually  here  and  doing  and  this.  going  home  with  some  guy  she  only  met  a  few  hours  earlier,  and  in  a  completely  foreign  city.  his  intentions  are  pure,  she’s  sure.  but  she  still  can’t  help  but  shy  up  at  the  fact  that  he  doesn’t  live  alone.  what  will  they  think?  a  smile  creeps  onto  her  face  as  they  reach  the  door,  deja  vu  washing  over  her  as  the  all  too  familiar  scent  of  cigarette  smoke  and  the  distant  thud  of  mtv  hits  her  in  the  face.  “i’m  from  brooklyn.”  a  gigantic  junkyard.  “it  can’t  be  that  bad.”  she  reassures  him  with  a  stifled  laugh  as  she  takes  in  her  surroundings  within  taking  only  a  few  steps  into  the  noisy  apartment.  the  first  thought  that  comes  to  mind  being;  “boys will  be  boys...”  but  elouise  utters  it  amusingly  under  her  breath  so  as  not  to  worry  him  any  more.  shuffling  on  down  the  hall  until  they  reach  the  threshold  of  what  she’s  assuming  is  the  party  room,  shyly  peeking  over  her  ginger-haired  counterpart’s  shoulder  with  a  gentle  smile.  “hi  everyone!”  she  chirps,  the  smile  that  resides  upon  her  face  only  stiffening  the  moment  she  spots  a  couple  practically  naked  on  the  sofa,  and  she’s  suddenly  feeling  as  though  she’s  walked  in  on  something she  shouldn’t  have.  cheeks  growing  rosier  by  the  second,  especially  at  being  called  axl’s  girlfriend.  that  alone  has  elouise’s  heart  jumping  into  her  throat. 

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 .  

        “cause  it’s  so  sexy.”  he  plays  along,  sarcasm  in  his  voice.  he  definitely  thinks  it’s  far  from  that.  rather,  down  right  goofy  of  him.  “i’m  glad  i  was  the  first.”  smirking,  he  chuckles  right  after.  he  actually  isn’t  disappointed  he  was  the  first.  he  likes  being  the  first  with  anything.  “thanks.”  the  redhead  smiles  as  she  moves  over  for  him,  closing  the  door  back  and  addressing  where  they  need  dropped  off  at  before  he  leans  back  in  his  seat  and  watches  the  lights  pass  them  by  while  he  at  some  point  loses  himself  in  his  day  dreaming  by  being  unable  to  believe  he  has  the  coolest  girl  ever  coming  to  hang  out  with  him.  they  pass  the  whisky  and  right  after  that  there’s  where  a  medium  height  building  stands  with  chipped  white  paint  and  a  black  door.  axl  has  his  money  ready,  so  all  he  has  to  do  is  pay  and  then  the  door  is  swinging  back  open  as  he  pushes  it  open.  feet  planting  on  the  sidewalk,  he  steps  to  the  side  so  el  can  exit.  this  is  the  part  he’s  actually  dreading  and  has  him  nervous.  he  knows  all  the  guys  are  going  to  be  piled  up  in  the  living  room,  and  he  hopes  to  god  they’re  not  doing  anything  stupid  or  someone  right  in  the  middle  of  it.  he’ll  be  so  fucking  embarrassed,  he’ll  be  glad  he’ll  never  see  el  again.  but,  that’s  what  he  doesn’t  want  happening.  shaking  off  the  icky  feeling  in  his  stomach  as  his  nerves  send  waves  of  pain,  he  quickly  hides  his  nervousness  with  a  smile.

             “ oh, you don’t even know how sexy it is. ” the brunette playfully purrs, those last two words laced with a burst of adorable giggles that she can’t stifle, not even if she wanted to. his wiggling isn’t something that should make a girl damp between the legs, but rather light up their face with a bright smile and genuine laughter — and that’s what matters most, she thinks. he’s a sweet and funny guy, and she can’t fault him. she can’t even begin to grasp how a girl could ever turn him down like the one that did so only hours prior. “ yeah, you’ve definitely raised the bar. — if they can’t wiggle, then they can forget it. i don’t want their number. ” she jokes, cutely beaming at the sweet chuckle that leaves him. elouise slides down into her seat, getting comfortable for a ride she anticipates to be a lot longer than it actually is — so she’s quite surprised when she sees them turn at the oh so familiar whisky and stop not too far down the street at all. it comes as a relief knowing that he lives in an area that isn’t all that unfamiliar to her, as it is the very moment that she swings her legs out of the taxi and stands on the pavement that it dawns upon her that she’s in a foreign city and has really gone home with some random guy she met only a matter of hours earlier. alarm bells should be ringing relentlessly in her head, but for some reason, she remains calm and collected. simply stuffing her hands into the back pockets of her jean shorts and shooting the redhead a smile as she awaits him to lead the way.

[tawnyyeyed]

             “ mhhmm. ” elouise sweetly hums, her voice laden with gentle giggles that bubble involuntarily to the surface. “ you’ve got me in a trance, hypnotised by all of your wiggling. ” beaming with amusement, the grin rested upon her face mirroring his mischievous own. the brunette basking in this sudden burst of confidence of his that so starkly contrasts against all that he was telling her only a matter of hours earlier. it’s nice to already see such a one-eighty occur. “ i’d appreciate that. though, i have to admit — this is definitely the first time i’ve had a guy wiggle his way into giving me his number. ” smirking, it may definitely be the last time, too. though this little first meeting of theirs is going to be a memorable one, that’s for sure. how could she ever forget him? that’s impossible. simply following along with a kind smile, the small-time singer is silently relieved when he manages to snag them a taxi so soon and so easily. gracing the redhead with a whispered albeit grateful thank you, elouise climbs into the backseat of the yellow car and asks the driver how his night has been. listening closely and quickly scooting over to make room for her companion, it’s not long after that she’s tugging on her seatbelt and fastening it into place. 

tawnyyeyed​:

             “ perfect !  it’ll be sooo much fun ! ” she beams, already looking forward to it. smile lingering just a little while longer as she thinks about how cool it will be to have a pen pal from all the way over in california. not only all of the pretty paper she will get to use, but more importantly, the opportunity to stay in contact with her newfound friend while both being on opposites sides of the country. she just hopes that this little plan of theirs will actually come into fruition. “ i’m sure you will. ” keep it safe, that is. she can only pray that he will. the last thing she wants is some weirdo from the boulevard finding her number and calling her at four in the morning, looking for a good time or something. yuck. “ sure. ” smiling down at the table as she moves to scoot out of the booth they were just seated in, elouise glances up just in time to catch that tiny wiggle of his hips. unable to stifle the laughter that now suddenly erupts from her as she stands from her seat. “ bravo, bravo. ” she gently applauds him for his little dance, though quietly as if not to draw any attention. cheeks aching from just how hard he’s got her grinning. thinking to herself — what a goofball. she wouldn’t want him any other way, nonetheless. “ i think i’m ready now, too after seeing that. …ready to get your number. ” she teases, a little shocked with what words have fallen from her mouth as soon as they’ve been spoken — but concealing her sudden shyness however as she lets out a laugh and averts her gaze to the floor, adjusting her varsity jacket and double checking she hasn’t left anything behind. 

“ohhh, really?” brows immediately shoot up, a mischievous grin adorning strong features, “i wonder why. that dancin’ must’ve really caught you.” snickering, this is the BEST reaction he’s ever received from anything before. even better than when people cheer him on when he sings. it’s fun being the bolder one. “i saw you enjoying it. you really DO like my wiggling, huh? let’s definitely go get that number for you.” amusement dripping off his deep voice, axl laughs. waiting a few more seconds for her to get gathered before he begins to lead the way out. now with a full stomach and laughter coming from his chest, he happily steps out of the doors, one arm lifted up behind him to hold the door for her. he’s in luck too he manages to snag them a taxi by hand, and not having to make a phone call then stand around waiting for it. he tells the driver from the passenger window that his place isn’t far from here at all and the driver gestures to get in. axl moves back, opening the backseat door and gestures for el to go first with a goofy smile.

[tawnyyeyed]

      𝐈𝐍      𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄      𝐎𝐅      𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑      𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 .      ☀︎♥︎

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 .  

            “ha  ha,”  laughter  that’s  hearty  and  genuine  leaves  him.  if  he  doesn’t  laugh,  he’ll  just  blush.  especially  at  her  FLIRTY  side.  but  it  also  really  is  funny  that  she  says  such  a  line.  long  fingers  gently  itch  at  his  left  cheek,  brushing  away  annoying  strands  of  strawberry  hair  to  tune  away  from  sadness  and  letting  it  cloud  his  eyes.  he  doesn’t  want  her  to  feel  bad,  but  he’s  the  kind  of  person  who  can’t  hide  his  emotions.  though,  surprisingly  the  sadness  begins  to  lift  the  more  she  talks.  “pen  pals.”  he  repeats  the  idea,  a  smile  slowly  begins  to  form.  the  red  haired  boy  likes  it,  he  really  likes  that  idea.  “okay,  let’s  do  that.  that’s  a  good  idea.  both  of  em,  but  especially  writing  letters.”  there’s  just  something  about  writing  that  he  loves  and  writing  to  her  will  actually  be  something  to  look  forward  to.  eyes  move  back  up  on  her  own,  and  smile  only  widens  more  at  her  giggle.  it  reminds  him  of  one  of  his  few  good  memories  from  his  childhood.  watching  her  write,  it’s  interesting and  without  him  realizing  he’s  smiling  because  her  heart  and  font  she  writes  in  is  cute.   “thank  you.  i’ll  keep  it  safe.”  grinning,  he  takes  both  and  stuffs  it  deep  into  his  jacket  pocket.  “and  i’ll  give  you  mine  when  we  get  to  my  place.  oh,  before  we  go…”  getting  back  out  of  the  booth,  he  stands  and  does  a  small  wiggle  of  his  hips  before  bursting  into  shy  laughs.  “had  to  give  you  your  show.  think  i’m  ready  now.”

             “ perfect !  it’ll be sooo much fun ! ” she beams, already looking forward to it. smile lingering just a little while longer as she thinks about how cool it will be to have a pen pal from all the way over in california. not only all of the pretty paper she will get to use, but more importantly, the opportunity to stay in contact with her newfound friend while both being on opposites sides of the country. she just hopes that this little plan of theirs will actually come into fruition. “ i’m sure you will. ” keep it safe, that is. she can only pray that he will. the last thing she wants is some weirdo from the boulevard finding her number and calling her at four in the morning, looking for a good time or something. yuck. “ sure. ” smiling down at the table as she moves to scoot out of the booth they were just seated in, elouise glances up just in time to catch that tiny wiggle of his hips. unable to stifle the laughter that now suddenly erupts from her as she stands from her seat. “ bravo, bravo. ” she gently applauds him for his little dance, though quietly as if not to draw any attention. cheeks aching from just how hard he’s got her grinning. thinking to herself — what a goofball. she wouldn’t want him any other way, nonetheless. “ i think i’m ready now, too after seeing that. ...ready to get your number. ” she teases, a little shocked with what words have fallen from her mouth as soon as they’ve been spoken — but concealing her sudden shyness however as she lets out a laugh and averts her gaze to the floor, adjusting her varsity jacket and double checking she hasn’t left anything behind. 

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 .  

“you’ll really like it when i stand up and put my hips into it.” mirroring her own laughter, he’s going to spare everyone in the room from the embarrassment though. but, maybe he would to get her laugh like that more. “i know how it is…” deep voice sounding depressed despite nodding and understanding. “i hope we can find some way to see each other again after tomorrow. you’re the only real friend i’ve made. but— of course you live really far away.” chuckling at how his luck always seems to fucking go. “maybe.” he jokes, smiling shyly as he sits back down. placing the piece of note paper he got from up front, he digs the sharpie marker out of his leather jacket and places it on top of the counter and paper. “here you go.”

          “ is that so ?  well, i’m sure i won’t be the only person in the room who likes what they see. ” elouise teases, ever so kittenishly at that. those tawny eyes of hers flicking briefly about the restaurant, eyeing off other girls in the place. some look tired, while others look bored. and it has elouise silently thinking to herself about how lucky she is to be the one sat across from him. listening to him, it tears her heart in not only two — but a thousand pieces upon both seeing and hearing how her words only work to further twist the thorn in his side. that part about her being the only real friend he’s made, it’s enough to make that beating organ centred in her chest sink. urging an innate albeit guilt-ridden “ awww. ” to slip from her lips, for a moment there the brunette doesn’t know what to say in response to such a statement. one so kind in nature, but ironically so bleak at the same time. she finds it difficult to string any words together, but after a moment, she manages to find her footing again. “ we can always talk on the phone, y’know. hell, we could even write to each other !  we could be pen pals ! ” grinning from ear to ear at the idea, a childlike giggle escaping from her. it is a shame that they have to live so far apart, but she feels that they can make this newfound friendship work if they try. thanking him for the paper and marker with a warm smile, elouise quickly albeit neatly writes out her phone number. adorning the plain number by drawing a small love heart next to it and writing ‘elouise’ out in pretty and curly letters, she pops the lid back on the sharpie and slides it, along the her number, across the table and towards him. “ there you go. don’t lose it. ”

[tawnyyeyed]

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴  . 

                chuckling,  el’s  words  are  positive  and  very  sweet  to  hear.  he  can’t  explain  to  her  how  much  it  means  to  him.  “thank  you.”  saying  it  with  excitement  in  his  voice,  that’s  the  best  thing  he  could  ever  hear.  creating  rock  n  roll.  “oh,  okay!  you  love  a  man  to  wiggle.   i’ll  do  it  more  for  you.”  snickering  as  he  sees  her  bat  her  lashes  at  him,  deciding  to  ‘wiggle’  in  his  seat  some.  going  still  again,  this  fondness  twinkling  in  his  bright  colored  eyes  has  never  really  been  found  in  his  emeralds  while  listening  to  someone  before.  way  he  looks  at  her  when  she  talks,  one  can  tell  he’s  captured  by  her.  his  entire  posture  goes  still  and  he  listens  like  everything  she  says  is  a  pretty  melody  he  wants  to  hear  over  and  over.  “oh,  i  think  it’s  definitely  true.  eyes  tell  it  all.”  shyly  smiling  albeit  widely,  he  can’t  believe  she  just  said  his  eyes  are  beautiful.  oh,  god.  it  has  his  cheeks  turning  pink  again.

        listening  again,  except  this  time  no  happiness  in  his  eyes.  it’s  draining  by  every  second.  this  news  is  just  getting  worse.  but  how  does  he  express  how  sad  it  makes  him  without  looking  clingy  or  something.  he  doesn’t  want  to  come  off  that  way.  “oh,  that  sucks.”  will  he  even  get  to  see  her  again  after  tomorrow?  he  could  offer  her  so  many  things  to  get  her  to  stay  but  she  has  her  own  dreams  to  go  after  and  he  understands  it.  well,  it  must  really  be  true  after  all.  that  she’s  a  genuine  person  and  a  great  one.  because  of  course  the  rarest  girl  he  meets  has  to  live  all  the  way  on  the  other  side.  he  really  hates  new  york  right  now.  “well,  you  got  a  phone  number  i  can  call  you  at,  right?”  hopefully.  or  they  really  will  never  speak  again.  even  if  they  don’t,  he’ll  still  make  the  rest  of  the  night  and  tomorrow  really  fun  for  her.  especially  since  she’s  decided  to  waste  her  last  night  and  day  in  hollywood  on  him.  “i’ll  be  right  back.”  getting  up,  he  leaves  for  a  few  minutes  to  go  pay  for  the  food.  he  covers  it  all  by  handing  over  a  twenty  once  it’s  finally  his  turn.  getting  change  back,  he  stuffs  that  back  into  his  leather  jacket  pocket  and  the  receipt  before  returning  to  the  table.

             “ no need to say thank you, i’m just laying down the facts. ” grinning with the most sincere reassurance, the bracelets upon her wrist clinking against the table as she absently toys with them. she ponders if this man really has never been shown the encouragement and support that she has shown him only in the brief span of a few hours. it sure seems like it, and if it is the case — her respect for him only flourishes considering he’s had the strength and ambition to get to where he is right now. “ oh, yeah ? ” chuckling at his words alone, totally not expecting him to actually break out into a little dance. all it does is make things all the more amusing when he does, coaxing hard laughter from the brunette at the way that he wiggles on the spot. “ ohh, you can do that any time. i won’t complain. ” grinning brightly, the words escaping her between cute giggles, elouise even clapping her hands together and giving him an applause for his jiving. she thinks he has an awesome sense of humour, and admires that. mellow is the smile that remains on elouise’s lips, stretching at the sweet shyness in his voice and in his visage. what a sweetheart, she nearly finds herself uttering. 

             “ yeah, it does suck... ” agreeing with him, it really does. she has really loved it here, it’s been a dream come true. one made even better by meeting him, though. “ i’d love to stay longer but i really can’t. i’m not made of money, unfortunately. ” in fact, she’s far from it as she chuckles with a sort of hopelessness to her now slumped posture. a stirring sense of discontent rising to the sheen of her eyes. “ ——i’ve missed my family like crazy though, so i can’t wait to see them again and tell them all about what i got up to in hollywood. ” she admits, an innocent smile appearing upon pink lips for a fleeting moment before they’re being wrapped around a pretty straw and she’s taking another sip of her strawberry shake. " yeah, i can write it down for you if you’d like me to ? ” a little surprised but flattered nonetheless that he wants her number. it’s almost enough to make her blush as she looks around for something to write on and write with, eyeing off the napkins and kicking herself for not carrying a pen on her. “ sure. ” at first, she’s not sure what to make of it when he leaves the table. thinking for a moment that he might be headed for the restroom or something. she isn’t a fool however, and she knows exactly what he’s up to once she catches a glimpse of him lined up at the counter. smirking, thinking to herself a what sneaky rascal. two can play that game, she decides. she’ll just have to pay him back when he least expects it. trying to pretend like she didn’t see anything in the time that it takes for him to return to the table. “ went and put a dime in the jukebox, huh ? ” she teases with a cheeky grin, playing dumb with him though deeply grateful nonetheless for what he went and did for her. 

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴  . 

             “uh huh. big time.” the biggest psycho in history of psycho parents. but, those are things he doesn’t need to elaborate to a girl he’s just getting to know. “okay, as long as you like it, i’m not fretting too much.” grinning, this information makes him feel really good inside. and at least it’s confirmation that the weird movements he does on stage isn’t as stupid as he thinks it is and that– cute girls like her are admiring it. that makes him really giddy. “they’re really pretty.” shifting his gaze away once the words leave his mouth, still grinning as he shyly bites down on his straw. distracting himself with what’s left of his pink tinted shake. “you’re goin’ back so soon? aw, man…” he absently lets the smile on his face drop, what a fucking bummer. “we’ll do it tomorrow then. i’m not up to anything tomorrow, so that works.” nothing is important enough to just diss the last hours he has with her. “but do you have any clue when you’ll be back in LA, too?” he questions, hopeful emeralds flickering on her face. 

            “ you clearly didn’t allow that to get in the way of doing what you’re doing now, though. you’re creating rock n’ roll ! not too many people can say that. ” and elouise finds great beauty in that, how rock n’ roll is rebellion against the constructs that strive to hold us back and make us conform. to be something that, deep down, we are not. “ like it ? i love it. ” she bats her pretty little lashes at him, the grin lingering upon her face a reflection of his very own. “ i’ve never seen anyone dance like that before, so it’s definitely unique. it’s one of the many things that probably sets you and your band apart from all over the other hopefuls here in hollywood, playing rock n’ roll shows on friday and saturday nights, trying to turn nothing into something. you guys are different, but in the best way possible. ” gazing at him, tilting her head the slightest bit to the side in thought. the most subtle of smiles survives upon her lips as she wonders to herself — does he even realise how special what he’s doing is ? call her a weirdo, but she just has this feeling that his band is about to be the next big thing. they have to be. “ thank you. ” a shy giggle escapes her at such an endearing compliment, said eyes twinkling with unstifled delight. “ i'd say the same about yours. beautiful eyes belonging to a beautiful soul. hey, maybe that saying about eyes being windows to the soul isn’t all that far-fetched, after all ? ” smirking, eyes cast elsewhere. the brunette, again, reverting to her coy albeit bashful self. never has she met someone so capable of triggering such undulated emotion, a roller coaster of highs and lows — where the lows don’t get any lower than her displays of shyness, resulting from an exchange of honeyed words that leave her rosy on the surface on the warm from within. she can’t help herself when he’s such an easy person to talk to. “ yeah, it’s a shame. we only got here yesterday afternoon, so... we spent all of today just catching up on sleep, visiting the wax museums and checking out the walk of fame. ” she hadn’t really thought too much of it until now, and a pang of sadness dulls the sparkle in her eye as she thinks about how she won’t get to see downtown LA, or the studios where all of the movies are made, she won’t even get to see the hollywood sign up close ! it’s a bummer, truly. “ but tomorrow... that sounds like a plan. ” smiling with sheer delight at the fact that this may actually be happening, that she might just see santa monica pier with her own two eyes. the small-time singer pops another curly fry into her mouth before washing it down with a sip of her strawberry milkshake. “ i... have no idea. ” sighing, she begins to grow all the more bummed out by the thought. “ this trip itself was sort of a once in a lifetime opportunity for me. i’d love to come back soon, but... i’m not sure entirely i can make that happen.” an ever so rare glimmer of sadness now shining through, even if for a brief second before the brunette wipes it away with a soft smile. there is nothing she wishes more than to stay here longer, it’s just unfortunate that she simply is not in the position to do so. 

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴  . 

            “yeah,  i  am.  my  dad  wouldn’t  let  me  listen  to  elton,  queen  or  elvis–  or  really  anything  as  a  kid  but  that  made  me  love  them  more.  i  think  so,  too.”  the  latter  he’s  speaking  about  elvis,  he  was  definitely  extraordinary.  “bustin’  a  move…”  laughing,  he’s  never  had  someone  genuinely  make  him  laugh  so  much  as  he  has  tonight.  no  one  else  has  even  came  close  to  putting  him  in  a  good  mood  like  this  for  so  long.  “wiggle!  you  like  my  wiggling.”  so  that’s  what  she’s  calling  it..  wiggling.  he  can’t  help  but  laugh  more,  this  time  in  embarrassment.  a  good  kind,  though.  “i  think  they’re  green  but  hazel  with  blue  tones  other  times.  pretty  cool  if  you  ask  me.”  grinning,  he’s  observing  her  eyes  right  now.  “yeah.  i  would  really  take  you,  honey.  anytime  you  want.”  saying  it  sincerely,  nodding  his  head  with  a  smile  as  the  redhead  sips  his  milkshake  once  the  cheese  sticks  are  gone  from  his  plate.  nothing  but  crumbs  left.  “thanks.  you’re  sweet.  again,   younger  me  would’ve  went  nuts  having  someone  so  sweet  like  you  around.”  he  wouldn’t  know  what  to  do  being  showered  in  so  much  love,  him  now  can  barely  handle  it.  he’s  just  containing  it  well  as  shy  eyes  stick  to  the  table  top  once  more  while  sipping  away  his  strawberry  shake.

             “ oh, so your dad was one of those parents ? under the impression that rock n’ roll corrupts the mind or some other nonsense like that ? ” softly chuckling at how ridiculous that sounds, it definitely rings a bell — growing up with friends who had some of the most conservative parents ever. she’s somewhat lucky that she didn’t have that censorship or repression in her life, but she thinks he’s even cooler for not letting his father’s own gripe with music get in the way of him enjoying what he loves. “ of course i do ! ” utmost enthusiasm in her tone, a dazzling grin spreading so wide that her cheeks begin to ache all over again. loving that adorable laugh of his, especially when it’s all because of something she said. “ most people just stand in one spot or otherwise pace around, but you... you’re all over the place, wigglin’ around. i like it. it’s really entertaining. ” her smile is laced with sincerity and awe, admiring him so much for his ability to put on a real and exciting show. to her, it’s evident that he really loves and cares about what he does. “ they’re indecisive and can’t decide what colour they want to be. ” she jokes, feeling oh so flattered that he would call her eyes cool. she can’t even hold eye contact with him without gently giggling and shyly flicking her gaze elsewhere. “ you’re too kind. the only problem is... i’m not going to be in LA for very much longer. i’ve got my show tomorrow night and then i’m heading back to new york the morning after. ” grimacing, somewhat of an apology in her gaze as she now realises that she may have just strung him into doing something that can’t even happen. “ i’m not doing anything all day tomorrow... but if you’re busy or think you’ll have had enough of me by the end of the night, don’t stress about it. we could always make it happen another time, maybe. ” shrugging her shoulders and brushing her fingers through auburn tresses with a gentle sigh, slight smile lingering upon rosy lips, she just doesn’t him to feel like he HAS to go through with it when he can’t. to drop everything on such short notice — it’s not fair, elouise thinks. “ i’m just being honest with you. there’s not much else to it. ” shrugging again, this time with a cheeky grin lighting up her face as she playfully swirls her straw through her shake. 

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴  .  

            “elton  john,  queen,  elvis,  u2  are  my  top  favorite  bands.  but  i  definitely  get  inspiration  from  all  sorts  of  things.”  it’s  hard  to  find  something  he  doesn’t  like  to  listen  to.  “i  don’t  only  listen  to  rock  either.  i  like  prince,  too.  and  george  michael.  hey,  even  madonna  is  cool.”  he  wishes  there  was  more  female  singers  on  the  rock  scene,  it  would  be  neat  to  see  girls  getting  recognition  with  a  genre  that  males  dominate.  “i  mean,  they  might  change  that  way.”  he  jokes,  “are  they  green  with  brown?  dark  blue?  i  can’t  tell.”  all  he  knows  they’re  definitely  intriguing.  “oh  don’t  worry,  i  got  rebellion  in  me.  but  i’m  glad  i  come  off  so  decieving.”  smirking,  before  a  chuckle  leaves  him.  “yeah,  we  can.  it’ll  be  great.  we  can  share  cotton  candy  and  popcorn  and  ride  rides  until  we  puke.”  grinning,  finishing  the  rest  of  his  cheese  sticks  now  that  he’s  completed  his  fries.  “uh  huh.  sure  was.  i  can’t  wait  to  go  back  to  indiana  and  rub  it  in  their  faces  that  i  became  the  singer  i  said  i  would  be  when  they  wouldn’t  believe  in  me.”

             “ so all of the greats, huh ?  you have good taste in music, i see. ” grinning, pearly teeth subtly sinking into her lower lip. he just keeps getting cooler and cooler, elouise thinks. “ i’m a big fan of elvis, myself. a lot of my friends pick on him for what he turned into later on in his life, but... i don’t know. i think he had this star quality that very few people on this planet are lucky to ever have. nobody can put on a show these days quite like he did... ——except for YOU, though. i saw you wigglin’ around on that stage, bustin’ a move. ” a bashful smirk creeps onto her visage, the brunette eagerly anticipating his reaction to such a coy comment. because him ? drawing inspiration from elvis presley ? she can see that now.  “ to be honest with you, i don’t know. i like to think they’re green, but a lot of people tell me they’re hazel or brown. sometimes even blue, as crazy as that is. ” it’s a phenomenon she’s put up with her entire life. “ i think they must just change colour according to my mood. ” laughing, it doesn’t hurt to joke about it. especially when she has zero idea why her eyes do such things. “ i won’t believe it until i see it. ” chuckling, deviously grinning. it’s a little ironic coming from her, of all people. because who would take one look at her and think ‘ she’s trouble ’ ?  that’s right, not a single soul. “ sounds like a dream ! ...okay, maybe not so much the puking part, but the cotton candy and popcorn and riding on rides — yeah ! ” giggling with unfeigned amusement, excitement sparkling in her eyes as she pictures the possibility of actually experiencing these things. her only dilemma is that she doesn’t know if he’s just saying these things to her or if he’s being serious. “ you’d really take me there, though ? ” a soft, childlike look is present in her eyes as her gaze meets his, searching those emerald orbs for an answer. “ well, they’re stupid, aren’t they ? not believing in you... pfft. they didn’t know a prodigy, even when he was sitting right there in their classroom. ” she’s super lucky that from the age of thirteen and onwards, she’s been surrounded by a network of supportive people who have encouraged her to chase all of her ambitions and dreams. even when she was a little hell-raiser, at times. “ they were probably mad because they knew you’d go on to do bigger and better things with your life than being stuck in school until your old and sour like them. ” 

[tawnyyeyed]

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴  .   

              “everyone  in  the  band  has  different  influences  so  we  tie  all  of  those  together  and  make  guns  n’  roses.”  their  own  big  creation  of  things  they  love  to  hear.  “cause  they  say  everything  about  you–  how  you’re  different.  they’re  different.  i  don’t  see  other  people  havin’  the  color  of  your  eyes  often.”  what  even  color  are  they?  he  can’t  observe,  because  he  gets  flustered  when  she  stares  at  him  too  long.  which  says  a  lot  since  he’s  pretty  good  at  holding  eye  contact  with  people.  “oh,  don’t  let  me  fool  you.  i’m  definitely  the  law  breakin’  type.”  he  laughs  at  that,  shaking  his  head.  “if  you’re  a  big  kid,  then  i  am  one  too.  i  love  that  kind  of  stuff.  especially  now,  since  i  never  really  got  to  go  as  a  kid.  you’ll  like  the  santa  monica  pier.  we  can  go  some  time.”  he  offers,  that  would  be  so  fun.  he  hasn’t  had  a  normal  time  like  that  in  awhile.  “i’m  glad  someone  understands.”  she  gets  it,  because  she  knows  what  it’s  like  to  take  responsibility  over  that  stage.  that’s  why  they  understand  each  other  even  more.  that’s  why,  it’s  so  neat  to  him  to  talk  to  another  singer.  “they  hated  me,  too.  that’s  why  i  gave  ‘em  such  a  hard  time.  i  just  wanted  attention,  so  the  less  they  gave  me  it–  meaner  i  got.”    

             “ that’s neat !  —— who would you say your influences are ? ” she points a gentle finger at him from across the table, innocently smiling. wondering what kind of music he likes and listens to since it’s something she believes to be quite telling about an individual and their character. that, and she’s also eager to discover if they have any musical preferences that so happen to align. “ different ? ” brows lift, the brunette not entirely sure how to react to a comment such as that, chuckling nonetheless. “ jeez, i wonder what colour they are tonight... purple ? pink ? ” she jests with a devious grin, those ever-changing eyes of hers absently wandering about — in search of their reflection, but the dark and colourless window beside them proves to be of little help. “ but you’re too nice to be the law breakin’ type. ” gracing him with a playful pout, she suddenly grows curious, unable to help but wonder if his own run-ins with the law were as innocent as her counts of disorderly conducts — or if they’re something a little more sinister than that. she chooses not to pry, however. “ oh yeah ?  i would love that. we could be big kids together. ” laughing at the thought, eager with the idea of seeing santa monica pier. a place that to her, much like the rest of this city, has only ever existed in movies and magazines up until now. “ it’s a singer thing. maybe. ” chuckling, not so sure about that when her own keyboardist is absolute hell to get on stage sometimes. “ sounds like your teachers had their work cut out for them. ” she gently teases him, picking up another fry with her fork and popping it in her mouth. already beginning to feel herself filling up off this delicious food and drink.

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴  .   

              “well,  i  definitely  don’t  get  that.”  it’s  crazy  to  him.  there’s  these  beautiful  rare  types  of  people  in  the  world  like  el,  and  everyone  is  too  stupid  to  notice.  he  notices,  though.  “i  think  it  was  fate  for  sure.”  he’s  also  a  big  believer  in  that.  “i  know  about  it.”  axl  confidently  speaks,  he  can’t  stop  smiling–  not  when  he’s  around  her.  “i  think–  your  eyes  are  interesting  enough.”  he  admits,  smiling  widely  in  adoration.  and  the  adoration  doesn’t  stop  from  there.  anyone  can  read  it  all  over  him  as  he  sits  in  silence,  munching  his  food  until  half  of  it’s  gone,  listening  to  her  talk.  he’s  real  interested  in  this.  it’s  way  neat  knowing  this  information,  especially  where  she  comes  from  and  where  her  stomping  grounds  are.  smiling  a  little  more  at  times  in  amusement  when  he  hears  her  line  about  chasing  boys  and  being  chased  by  cops.  “that’s  cool.  i  like  the  being  chased  by  cops  part.  maybe  because  i  relate.  cops  stayed  on  my  ass  back  home.  glad  we  didn’t  meet  until  now.”  laughing,  they  would’ve  been  two  hellions  on  the  loose.  cops  would  especially  lose  their  minds  if  axl  had  a  partner  in  crime  like  that.  “no,  i  never  got  to  see  coney  island  during  my  time  in  new  york.  i  would  like  to  one  day.”  especially  now  he  knows  she’s  from  around  those  parts.  “oh  yeah,  definitely.  it  takes  a  lot  out  of  you.”  eagerly  nodding,  confirming  as  he  wipes  his  hands  again.  picking  up  his  glass,  he  leans  back  in  his  seat  for  a  second  and  enjoys  the  delicious  milkshake  before  answering,  “y’know–  i  have  no  clue.  sometimes  i  ask  myself  the  same  thing.  but  that’s  why  sometimes  it  can  be  like  pulling  teeth  to  get  me  to  do  a  show,  sometimes  i  don’t  always  have  that  energy  and  it  makes  it  hard  on  everyone.”  chuckling,  his  band  mates  have  to  hold  their  ass  cheeks  every  time  they’re  scheduled  for  a  show.  they  don’t  know  if  their  frontman  will  be  bursting  with  energy  or  if  he’ll  be  dead  to  life.  “i  was  like  that  as  a  kid,  too.  some  days  teachers  couldn’t  get  me  to  sit  down  or  stop  talking.  other  days  i  was  the  greatest  most  quietest  little  student.”  thinking  back  on  it,  he’s  glad  he  was  like  that.  his  teachers  were  assholes  so  they  deserved  not  knowing  what  they  were  gonna  expect  each  day  with  him.  it  makes  him  smirk.

             “ it has to be fate. you guys are working magic together !  i’m really curious to know who your musical influences are, because what you’re doing... like i’ve said, i’ve never heard anything quite like it before. ” a vast grin adorns her pretty features, pearly whites shimmering as a blend of admiration and awe glaze her ever-changing orbs. elouise is sure that one day someone will be asking him these same questions in return for a monetary paycheck, but for her, simply listening to his answers and learning all of these new things about him is the best kind of payment. it beats money, by far. “ my eyes ?  what could be so interesting about them ? ” raising a surprised brow, the brunette absently bats her baleen lashes at him — though more so out of curiosity along with a small inkling shyness. “ oh, so you were a bit of a troublemaker too, huh ? you don’t seem like the law breakin’ type to me. ” chuckling, suddenly finding solace in her own scandalous confession now that she’s found she may not be the only one to know the feel of cold steel around the wrists. “ well, if you ever do end up back in new york city... coney island is an interesting place, to say the least. there’s something for everyone there. ” she may not frequent the famed location as regularly as she once did, but it will eternally possess a very special place in her heart. “ it’s probably no different to santa monica pier, honestly. ——but that’s one place i’d reeeally like to visit someday !  call me a big kid, but i’ve never stopped loving funfairs, amusement parks and such like. ” bashfully admitting so with an ironically child-like grin appearing on her lips, that grin never dulls as she listens to him, downing a few more curly fries before she’s reaching for a napkin and gently wiping the corners of her mouth. “ yeah ? that’s understandable, though. you’re can’t always be up for a show. ” it’s hard, especially as a front-person. you’re supposed to be the centre of attention . you’re the star of the show ! elouise knows the feeling all too well, but it isn’t often that she allows it to get to her. it’s her gratitude that she even landed herself a set at whatever venue she’s playing that keeps her going. “ gosh, i bet your teachers really liked you. ” tone laced with playful sarcasm. “ i was kind of the same, though. all through elementary and middle school i was a real quiet kid, always kept to myself. but then i hit high school... and things took a turn. i think it’s safe to say that some of my teachers hated me. ” laughing at the fact, she still to this day has no clue how she even managed to graduate in the end. 

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴  .   

               “really?  what’s  wrong  with  people.”  smiling  cutely,  they  definitely  need  to  speak  up  and  let  this  girl  know  her  presence  is  extraordinary.  “you’re  welcome,  sugar.”  smile  turning  even  sweeter–  like  honey  when  his  eyes  are  focused  on  the  kind  beauty.  “pretty  much,  huh?”  definitely  weird  they’re  all  from  different  places  but  somehow  the  earth  shifted  where  each  very  different  individual  met  and  came  full  circle  with  their  talents.  “yeah,  you’re  right…  you’re  a  SUPER  interesting  person.”  he  corrects,  grinning  because  he’s  not  going  to  let  her  think  for  a  second  she’s  ‘not  interesting’.  that’s  a  giant  lie–  she’s  certainly  captured  his  attention.  “come  on,  a  little  more  than  that.”  though,  he  believes  in  her.  he  thinks  she  just  has  to  give  it  time.  like  he  did,  since  guns  n’  roses  didn’t  happen  over  night  either.  “like,  tell  me  things  about  you.  where  you  grew  up.  what  you  were  like  as  a  kid.  what’s  your  favorite  hang  outs.”  neat  facts  like  that,  he  wants  to  hear  the  story  of  her.  get  to  know  the  deeper  stuff.  “uh  huh.  i’m  proud  to  be  a  seagull.  yum  yum  yum.”  munching  his  cheese  fries  in  excitement,  there  is  nothing  better  than  food.  he’s  a  big  eater  for  his  stomach  to  be  so  thin,  absolutely  crazy  for  it.

             “ really. you’re the first and only. ” admitting so with a slow albeit tiny nod of her head, elouise feels her heart melt the longer she gazes at that candied smile that has taken residence upon his face. wondering how the hell a man can be so handsome. it’s not fair. not fair on her heart. especially when he calls her sugar, of all things. on the outside she may appear calm and collected, but on the inside she’s more like a strawberry ice cream on a hot summer’s day — rosy and melting. “ it’s interesting that you all came together, then. maybe it was fate ? ” she comments, a playful smirk forming on her plumps lips as she lifts a slender brow at him. she’s a big believer in that sort of stuff — things happening for a reason. “ i don’t know about that... ” her, SUPER interesting ? pssh. all she can do is shake her head. there’s very little that’s interesting or exciting about a city girl who waits tables by day and sings songs on a stage by night. she’s horribly clichéd, she feels. but then he’s pushing her for more information, and she can’t help but let slip a defeated sigh. “ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. ” eyes wander about the room in deep thought, the singer doing her best to formulate some sort of sugar-coated abstract about where and how she grew up. it’s difficult when for the most part, her childhood was a dark and traumatic time in her life. though, a striver in seeing the best even in the most horrible things, elouise manages to push past all of that and comes up with something for him. “ i was born and raised in brooklyn. new york, obviously. and i grew up in a not so little neighbourhood called bensonhurst. i don’t know if you ever made it out to coney island or brighton beach during your visit to new york... but it’s sorta near there.” consciously erasing the earlier part of her childhood in which she lived in government housing in the dirty and sketchy neighbourhood of red hook, barely getting by on welfare checks and wearing worn and holed clothes provided by the salvation army. “ i spent a lot of my teen years loitering around the beach and the amusement park there. chasing after boys, getting chased by the cops. sometimes both at the same time. ” taking another sip of her milkshake and smiling at the memory, one she doesn’t even know why she’s sharing with him. it’s stupid. though, she can’t help but laugh as she remembers those hot summer nights with her friends — drunkenly running down the boardwalk in their black bikini tops screaming, ‘ get us while we’re hot ! get us while we’re hot ! ’ so naive she was back then. “ i would imagine you’d be about as hungry as a seagull after putting on a show like the one you did tonight. ” chuckling, feeling secondhand his own enjoyment as he chows down on his meal. “ how do you even find the energy to do that ? ” to belt out song after song with a voice as powerful as his, to be constantly running around the stage and on the move, dancing all over the place. have elouise simply stand for two songs in a row and she’s already tired. she can’t imagine both singing and dancing. 

[tawnyyeyed]

༄ *  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴  .  

          “well,  there’s  somethin’  about  you.  that  naturally  makes  people  feel  welcomed  and  comfortable.  you  got  a  special  warmth  about  you.”  that  most  people  don’t  have.  “no.  just  me  and  izzy  even  though  he  came  from  florida,  too.  he  hopped  around  place  to  place  a  lot  with  his  mom.  i  think  because  of  his  dad.”  who  his  mom  didn’t  get  along  with.  “slash  was  born  in  london,  but  came  here  right  after  he  was  born.  steven’s  from  ohio,  him  and  his  mom  left  there  for  LA  when  his  dad  left  them  too.  aaand  duff  is  from  seattle.  so  we’re  all  from  all  over.”  chuckling,  indulging  in  more  of  his  cheese  fries  before  he  swallows,  wipes  his  mouth  with  a  napkin  he  pulls  out  and  then  speaks  again,  “tell  me  some  stuff  about  you.”  smiling,  he’s  talked  a  lot  about  himself,  he’s  curious  to  know  more  about  her.  and  where  angelic  girls  like  her  come  from.  “no,  i  like  sharin’  with  the  seagulls. “  laughing  in  amusement,   “it’s  yours  now.  i  got  plenty  over  here.”  leaving  her  the  cheese  stick,  he  happily  grins  and  picks  himself  up  another  one.  dipping  it  and  devouring  it  like  the  hungry  seagull  he  is.  

             𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 —— a special warmth. how on earth is she supposed to look at him without the biggest puppy eyes. “ yeah ? no one’s ever told me that before. ” a shy, almost disbelieving smile cracking onto her lips at such kind words. it’s flattery in it’s most superior form when she’s gone so long in trying to be the polar opposite of what her mother became. a cold, bitter and detached woman with nobody in mind but her own self. “ so thank you. ” she appreciates it, she really does. more than she’ll ever let on. “ god, it sounds like you’ve got someone from every corner of the country, just about. ” grinning, finding his band all the more intriguing. “ about me ? i’m not a very interesting person... ” a sheepish chuckle escapes the brunette, her shining eyes trailing off elsewhere in thought she does her best to muster some sort of interesting fact about herself. “ well... i guess you already know that i’m in a band. not a very popular one, but we manage to get by. ” she admits with a tiny shrug of her shoulders, picking up a curly fry with her fork and taking a bite out of it before swallowing. corpus christi are nothing when put next to a band such as 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐧' 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, she thinks. “ oh, you would. ” simply laughing at him, she wouldn’t expect any less from him. not when he has been so generous in so many ways. “ i’ll save the best for last, then.” smiling, pointing at the mozzarella stick with her fork. she takes yet another curly fry and downs it within a few seconds, savouring the salty flavour before she’s taking a small sip of her milkshake.