forum *record scratch* yeah, that's me, in the background (Romance//Closed)

Started July 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Ooh! I think it'd look wonderful!" He cooed as he put salt and pepper on the egg, as well as a piece of cheese. "I can help you, too. I'm really good at cutting hair. Not styling it, though. Just cutting." He giggled.

"Really? I was thinking, like short short. Oh! Like a bob, no straight across bangs though, those wouldn't look to good"
She says feeling how long her hair was. A smile appeared on her face when he agreed with her, and it stayed.

"That would be so cute, you would look really good with a bob." Once the cheese melted, he brought over some egg on a plate for her. "I think anything you chose would be cute." He smiled warmly at her and kissed her forehead very gently.

"I'll probably do that then…..Min would be sad, but he's not here."
She mumbled the last part really quietly to herself, not wanting him to hear that.
"Oh thank you!"
She says as he gave her the food.

"What?" He asked after the last part, perking up a little. He swore his hearing was okay, but what she mumbled could've just been his imagination. He smiled a bit anyway.
"You're welcome. Do you want anything with it? Also, do you want me to cut your hair after you eat?"

"Sure!"
She says suddenly really excited.

Met nodded and sat against the counter as he cracked more eggs and waited for them, stretching his long arms and yawning. He had never gotten up this early.

"Warning, since my hairs wavier near the top, it might be difficult."
She says taking a bite.

(ooooh k)

It had been a hard last few weeks. Met had sorted himself out with basically everything he could handle at this point. The last week of May passed and it was now June. June second is when Met reemerged from his cocoon of 'I'm literally going to fucking die now that I'm graduated' to get something to eat for his growling stomach. He had a whole summer of worrying about college.

Yet what he didn't tell his girlfriend yet (the subject kept getting changed every time he tried to bring it up), was that he had to go into the city to go to college. He got a scholarship from a prestigious college about an hour away from his hometown. Of course that wasn't a very far drive, and he did have places to go (Neo had to go, too, for the company he modeled for wanted him in the city. It was quite convenient), but he was worried about CC. He didn't want to leave her alone.

Still enjoying her short hair, spinning around in her chair while she was on her 599th page, going on 600. Stretching her wrists, she's been writing short stories all day.
Looking over at her phone, Phoebe crawled up in her lap. Her boyfriend hadn't texted her all day, 4:00 in the afternoon.

Met looked around slowly, peeking out into the driveway. There was no car apart from his own in the driveway. Neo probably went out to move some of their stuff. He had a blanket wrapped around him like a cape, and it flicked as he walked towards the kitchen, searching for specks of cake left over. His twin seemed to have known what he wanted, because he found a giant cake on the counter with his name on it.
"Congrats on graduating, nerd" it said in Neo's robust handwriting on a sticky note. The cake itself was a blank sheet cake. Vanilla and buttercake.

Falling off of her spinning chair, PHoebe jumping off of it and onto her computer as Seo-Hyeon laid on the ground, rubbing the back of her head, she hit it on the ground really hard, but at least her hair was out of the way.
"ya know what? Im bored"
She says to herself or to her cat, either way.

"OOooooooh there is a god," Met cooed as he grabbed the cake and the house's biggest fork, fleeing up to his room and cuddling back into his cocoon of panic. He opened the noisy plastic covering and went at the cake excitedly, blowing long, tangled strands of his hair out of his face. Though they somehow managed to get covered in icing anyway.

Getting up, she was probably going to just go on a walk, maybe to the library, then the coffee shop.
Yeah thats what she'll do.
Getting ready, short overalls with a sweater underneath, it looked alot better now that she had short hair.
Although she found herself missing her long hair a little, and she thought less guys would flirt with her.
She was wrong……..

Met put the lid of the cake back on after a bit of eating it, setting it down next to his bed and relaxing into the bed with a sigh. He glanced at his phone, which had been set down to charge a few days ago. He picked it up, and saw a few missed calls from CC. He decided to call her back now that he was awake, picking icing out of his hair as the phone rang.

As she was tightening the straps her phone rang on her desk, slipping and falling on her face on the floor as she tried to reach her phone. Finally reaching the phone, out of breath she smiles as she answers
"Hey lemoncake!"
She says with yet another nickname for him in an obviously happy voice, a meow in the backround.

Met smiled happily as her voice answered, stretching his legs and sitting up out of his bed. "Hey babes. What'chu up to?" He asked in his curious, somewhat hoarse voice. It was pretty obvious he hasn't used it in a while. He stood and put something on, wondering if she'd want to go out. Probably. He brushed the tangles and icing out of his hair, meandering into the bathroom to wet the brush and his hair. He was gonna cut it again.

"ummmmmm being bored out of my mind after i just wrote exactly 600 pages worth of stories! Each stories one page! Oh…i already told you that….but anyway! Im kind of proud of myself for that, BUT i did it! And now my mind is blank….OH I PULLED AN ALL NIGHTER LAST NIGHT anyway….i was just about to go to the library then to the coffee shop…..unless you wanted to…..do something?"
She says rambling on and on, just happy to talk to him.

Met stayed quiet as he scrolled through all of the texts she sent him, smiling as he read small snippets of the stuff she wrote, too.
"Yeah, it's all wonderful. Except for the all-nighter thing, that's not good. We agreed you'd stop with that cus your therapist didn't like it. Riiiight? Oh, yes, I'm dressed and ready to go if you want me to come with you. I know you've been having problems with people catcalling you and stuff. I want to be there to show them that you're not available."