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dylan-carterx:

Eden…. Are you blushing?

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Me? Heh, no.

Anonymous: Dylan? What the hell does everyone SEE in that guy.

dylan-carterx:

fortheloveofeden:

Have you seen that boy’s eyes? Or his smile? Or his body? I’m just being honest.

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Anonymous: Dylan? What the hell does everyone SEE in that guy.

Have you seen that boy’s eyes? Or his smile? Or his body? I’m just being honest.

Anonymous: Top 3 guys you find attractive/dateable?

Why only three? Aren’t they all delightful?

But if you insist: Alexander, Dylan, and Oakley.

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Anonymous: Do you like oysters? ;)

Aren’t those the gross looking, clam sea food things? Gods, no!

Library Blues || OPEN

alexander-queen:

Alexander, strangely enough, had decided to spend his day in the library, researching the history of music; a subject he knew all too well, but he just really loved to read and learn about it. As his fingers ran over the spines of the old and tattered books, and the new, pristine books, he heard a smile voice coming from one of the tables closest to the end of the isle he was in, with the word ‘writer’s block’ being the only whisper he  heard. He looked over a saw a familiar blonde, and he smiled softly, but not before taking ‘The History of Rock ‘n’ Roll In Ten Songs’ of the shelf.

He made his was swiftly, but quietly, over to Eden, whom he had only spoken to over Snapchat a few times, but boy, was she gorgeous. He also knew, thanks to the other Bailey’s he had met, that she too, was one of the many Bailey sisters. He pulled the chair opposite to the blonde out from under the table, placed his book down, and sat, while smiling encouragingly at the girl. “Sorry, but, I couldn’t help over hearing you. Did you say something about writer’s block?” He asked innocently. 

Eden looked up to the voice of the boy who had sat across from her. When she noticed that it was a cute boy she wanted to stop in her tracks, but when she realized that it was a cute boy that she sorta flirted with through snapchat then she really stopped. Her cheeks flushed before she shook her head, also shaking off the little wave of nervousness and anxiety that hit her all within one second. “Yes.” She nodded a bit, bottom lip protruding from her enormous and famous pout.

The little blonde sat up a bit in her seat and closed the notebook. “It’s too late. It’s over. There’s nothing I can even do about it now.” She looked up to the boy, still shaking her head. “I’ve lost all ability to write.” A frown pulled downward on her face before she shook her head again. Where were her manners? “But it’s nice to actually meet you in the flesh.” She forced a little grin. She was really delighted to meet him in person, but her mood was too dampened to give a genuine smile.

Honesty Hour!

Break In, Break Out | Eden & Oakley

oakley-odysseus:

Oakley usually took pleasure in sniffing out people and their lies, although it was selectively done because it was a situation he didn’t relish finding himself in, hoping that the golden rule would apply to it as well. In this case, he had no intentions of putting Eden in an uncomfortable situation any further than they already were in. And so, Oakley nodded at her story, knowing fully well that there was no way the puppy could’ve gotten outside of the fence.

"If I’m not mistaken, her name’s Princess Mary," he answered with a lsight shrug, completely inventing the dog’s name but delivering it with enough conviction that in case they’d find out the real name later on, his complete ignorance would be pegged on the fact that he was a mere visiting relative. Oakley was still waiting for Eden to recognize his wordless invitation to step inside, but apparently she was too agitated to recognize body language. Especially from him, perhaps.

"Nah, let’s just get her inside, I’ll probably just leave a note to Uncle Desmond later before I leave," he went on fibbing, providing a way out for Eden to not have to prove or disprove her theory of a hole in the fence. He knew fully well that there were no holes — he’s checked for those things when he was studying the house for possible escape routes. "Come in," Oakley finally articulated. While they were not in full view of a security camera, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t be spotted by some nosy neighbor. It was better he hurried to get them inside while he debated on whether he should tell Eden or keep up a ruse until he could leave the house under some solid pretext.

"Oh," Eden nodded as she looked down at the pup again. "Well hello there, Princess." She had already taken the liberty of shortening her name before she even let herself get tongue tied over the actual.

Eden nodded and stepped toward Oakley, dog following quickly behind her. She still hadn’t gotten over how she had been foolish enough to pick a house that Oakley, of all people, would be at. 

After she stepped in she looked around the new environment. She didn’t feel comfortable enough to make any unnecessary steps throughout the house. The young blonde’s feelings of animosity were fading already because she couldn’t keep angry at anyone, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t awkward. This was the person she had given her one and only virginity to for gods sake! She knew where they stood, but she couldn’t help herself from thinking the childish we saw each other naked notion in her head. As much as she wrote, read, and worshiped romance, it certainly seemed like she was a failure at it.

Eden held her hands in front of her clasped together, in her prime I think I feel uncomfortable stance. “So,” She started, hoping, but knowing otherwise, to avoid there being too much weirdness. “How have you been?” She asked a bit cheerily. “Haven’t talked in a little while.”

Library Blues || Eden and Tara

littleball-ofsunshine-tarabailey:

Tara walked to the library, hoping that no one would see her. Class had been depressingly bring these past few days and what do we say to boredom when it crosses our path? Not today, motherfucker! Okay, lame joke time done, the young girl thought to herself. Even though she was giggling softly.

She finally walked into the library, the sent of both old and new books hitting herself in the face. She knew that Chantelle would devour over all of the new history books in two seconds flat. Maybe even less. Tara was about to look for one of the books on architecture when she heard an all too familiar voice. She looked to her right and saw her sister, Eden. The brunette smiled and walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s waist, hugging her, and laying her chin on her shoulder. “Writer’s block? That’s never good, ‘Den.”

Eden’s head fell dramatically to the side to rest against her sister’s. “No!” she cried out and shook her head. “No it’s not!” Her hands move over top of her face as she rubbed her brows with frustration. 

Eden wrapped her arms back around Tara and let out a long sad sigh. “Please tell me what to do. Give me some inspiration or something.” The blonde begged to her as she squeezed her sister tightly.

petitemissmouse:

Perfect♡ on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/128512294

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