ooc: Krypto please don’t be gone :’( you left your Sapph all alone. 

Sorry guys…

theycallmesammyy:

I will. Oh so you’re a painter huh? Like a real artist?

Oh no—nothing like that. I’m more a writer than anything else, to be honest. I just used to like to paint when I was younger. I was pretty decent at it, and I remember loving it, so I wanted to see if I could pick it up again here. Do you have any hobbies? Other than Football, of course.

Sorry guys…

theycallmesammyy:

Well, I’m just getting to know her so… Okay, because the shop has everything you’re looking for if you’re a bit artsy.

Then I’m sure you’ll notice yourself. Awesome! I need a new canvas. I don’t remember the last time I painted to be honest.

Sorry guys…

theycallmesammyy:

I met her. I even hung out with her the other day. She’s nice. It’s really not that dangerous though. I promise.

Yeah she is, she’s also, one of the funniest people I know :). Well, if you say so, I’ll give it a shot. 

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theycallmesammyy:

Ooh, well it’ll stay between us. My lips are sealed. What? Oh no, I didn’t mean to say it like that. Like… Damn that did sound creepy!

I swear you sounded just like my friend, Hanna. But in anyway, thank you. I’ll be sure to check it out, with pepperspray, of course. Haha

Sorry guys…

theycallmesammyy:

evanescent-aria:

Naw, he’s back home in Rosewood. I’m glad, I’ve been…good too. Been meaning to channel my artsy side, to be honest. Do you know if there’s any art supply stores around here?

Oh okay. You miss him? Uhm there is one. But you got to keep an eye for it as it’s in some side street. You know where the Lima Bean is, right? Then you got like some sort of alley next to it. Just walk in there, I promise it’s not dangerous, and then you see this big sign on the side of the wall…

Yeah, I kinda do, but make sure to keep it between us. He’s not the mushy type, he’s always on my case about that, since I am —sometimes. Haha. Yeah, I do…hmm. You sure it’s not? Sounds kind of sketchy, to be honest. Do I have to know a guy, that knows a guy, to go in?

Sorry guys…

theycallmesammyy:

evanescent-aria:

I have a little brother too. He’s 14, but he’s a handful.  How have you been?

Oh you do? 14? Then I can understand he’s handful. Is he here too? I’ve been good. You know, the usual. You?

Naw, he’s back home in Rosewood. I’m glad, I’ve been…good too. Been meaning to channel my artsy side, to be honest. Do you know if there’s any art supply stores around here?

Sorry guys…

theycallmesammyy:

evanescent-aria:

How many siblings do you have? :) 

2. Little brother and sister. They’re 10 and 6.

I have a little brother too. He’s 14, but he’s a handful.  How have you been?

Sorry guys…

theycallmesammyy:

I’ve been busy babysitting the little ones. But got the weekend off of that job. So, what’s up with everyone?

How many siblings do you have? :) 

theonlywah-puck:

All of this actions they took course in, were happening drastically fast. Even for Noah Puckerman, himself. Which had been saying a lot, since he couldn’t control himself for even a simple hang out with the new girl, without now having her on a patch of wild grass, practically taking her right then and there—only exception being that there was clothes covering their active bodies. That was until he pulled away from kissing her. “Too soon.” Was all he could whisper, almost out of breath from all the endless lip locking they had done ever since getting off the boat. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was the fact that he now felt town between two people. One barely known to him, yet a connection formed quite comfortably and soon. The other, a child was born from them, and they had this deep attachment to one another that not even God himself could explain giving them. It was all too guilt wrenching to actually pursue this act of undivided attention towards the brunette under his form. It was written across his face, even if he couldn’t exactly hide it well enough to be able to pull it off.

Finally forcing himself off of her, and to sit on the side with her still laid out on the ground, he put his head in his heads, knees bent keeping him comfortable, and sturdy. “I’m sorry, Aria.” Was all he could whisper, feeling vulnerable, and not like the Puck he had grown to be, walls included. His badass persona had falling down a while back, and there he sat, confused and deprived of any sane thought willing enough to actually make its way into his mind. God was obviously giving him a serious case of karma in the grasp of his hands. There was no way you could impregnate your best friend’s girlfriend and have nothing done to you—in the clear was impossible. 

Looking up at her, he bit his bottom lip, and kept from looking as weak as he felt inside. If he could have anything at this point, it would be the nerve to actually be strong about this—to not have the motive to run away like he always did. Face it head on. But that wasn’t going to happen, and there he would be, in this web he weaved himself—confusion piercing away at every inch of his heart. “I shouldn’t.. I can’t.”

Realization struck the brunette twice, and almost simultaneously. Upon his lips departure from hers, the spontaneity of the moment, along with the more obvious ‘you barely know each other,’ ,mindset crept into her subconscious. Aria wasn’t acting quite like herself. Feeling connected wasn’t an excuse either, he was special, she could tell. He wasn’t just like every other guy out there. If he were, he would have gone further, and he wouldn’t be apologizing. Taking a deep breath, still feeling the aftereffects of their kisses, she sat upright, and instinctively, linked her arm around his. As she placed her head on his shoulder, she pulled him close. “You don’t have to apologize,” she murmured in a delicate tone, only loud enough so he could hear. Something about seeing him this way, made Aria feel even more protective of him, than she had been before—and that was saying something. Still feeling her body out of sorts, she took another breath, without moving her position too much. Regaining the rest of her composure a mere minute later, she turned to face him, lifting up his chin, so she could see her. She could see how defeated and tormented he was looking. It tore her heart apart. Those deep seas of hazel couldn’t portray that feeling, it seemed wrong, unbearable. Not being able to tear up just how close she was feeling to him, she pressed her forehead to his, forcing him to look into her eyes. “Puck, listen. You’re not doing anything wrong. I understand, and you don’t have to feel so bad, alright? It’s okay. I’d much rather continue our date, if you don’t mind.” she chuckled ever so slightly. Her fingers softly caressed his face, in an attempt to bring him comfort, and know she wasn’t upset. Aria dedicated him a sincere smile, and got up, before offering her hand to him. “Now if you’ll get up, I do think I owe you an apology,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed as she mentioned it. After all, she was the one that had instigated their kiss upon arrival to the island. 

But before anything could happen, that was when her phone vibrated, and the second of the two struck. “Hold that thought,” Aria murmured, as she slid open her phone. It was probably Hanna checking up on her. But it wasn’t. 

You took my advice! Good for you, Aria. Now all you need to do is find the clue… Which you won’t be able to do when you and Mohawk are sticking together like super glue. What would he think if I told him one of your dirty little secrets? I suggest you get moving.
- A.

Terror struck inside her like a lightning bolt. She tried her best to hold back her reaction, for Puck’s sake, but found it hard. They were still being watched. How was ‘A,’ even doing that. But that didn’t appear to be what Aria was now more worried about. ‘A,’ was threatening to pursue Puck, and in the condition he was in now, he didn’t deserve any of that, not one bit. The thought that she would see despair in his eyes again, or that he wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye for whatever it was ‘A,’ planned on telling him…it was too much. Aria looked away at the lake, and tried to relax, finding it an impossible task to accomplish. Was this what it all came down to? Not being able to be anything remotely happy, just because she had someone watching her every move, and manipulating her? Aria couldn’t help but feel lost enough to now sit on the sand, and keeping her gaze at nothing in particular. She wanted to keep comforting and reassuring Puck, but her body felt weighed down. Hugging her knees to her chest, she laid her head above them, and stayed quiet for a while. “I guess this isn’t turning out how either of us wanted it to be…” she whispered almost inaudibly.