Budapest — George Ezra
Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
Baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
Ungodly Hour — The Fray
Don’t talk, don’t say a thing
Cause your eyes they tell me more than your words
Don’t go, don’t leave me now
Cause they say the best way out is through
Does anybody else really like it when someone plays with your hands? Like when they just grab your hands and massage them or when they hold your hand and move your fingers around and then kiss them. Does anyone else like that or am I just weird?
ELENA.
❝ what do you mean you can’t? are you freaking kidding me? ❞ stumbling back, her back hit the wall. the pain in her foot slowly getting better again. couldn’t he just kick against the door or something? wasn’t that the guy thing to do to save the day? with a loud sigh, the brunette let herself down on the wall and sat opposite scott’s door. ❝ could you please hurry up? whatever you’re doing in there.. it’s not like i’m almost naked out here. ❞ the pouncing on the door got louder, but it seemed like it still wouldn’t give in. & of course with her bad luck at the moment, she heard scott’s mom enter the house downstairs.
❛ i’m not TRYING to do anything, elena —- except GET you in here !
————————- is that my MOM ? ❜
his efforts nearly QUADRUPLE as his question GOES unanswered, only hearing silence from elena’s side of the door. well, not silence —- the hoarse, exhausted YELL of her mother after another night shift at the hospital SIGNALING to scott that she is at last home – the jingle of her keys HITTING the kitchen counter and the even ESCALATION of her footsteps upstairs. scott’s head FALLS for a moment before LEVITATING to reveal a set of crimson eyes. his arms BRACE against the two sides of the door, all his muscles straining as he GROANS and PRIES the door from its hinges, TEARING it free in one swift motion and sending it SOARING into the corner of his room.
❛ —————————————- can you JOIN me in here – PLEASE ? ❜
