since.

angels.

songs

don't know how - ricky montgomery

she's american - the 1975

kiss me quick - nathan sykes

gimme the love - jake bugg

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"how did you know?"
"to come here? a man always knows when a woman is hurting."
"perv."
"why i never? you filthy twisted mind! you know what i meant!"
"calm down. you're getting sweat everywhere."
"that's your tears."
"yeah i guess YOU'RE RIGHT."

i'm still sniffling a little bit, but i've stopped bawling. kit has decided that he is in charge of making me late breakfast (as in it's already two in the afternoon). While he's rummaging through my fridge, he left me at the table to color in a page from his animal coloring book. what a dork. the coloring soothes me a little bit, and my dark cloud from earlier is slowly fading away. it's also helping that kit has no clue how to flip pancakes.

"how did you get in here, by the way?"
"i don't get the reputation of bad boy just for showing up to class late?"
"so which one gave you a key?"
"neither i used a card."
"remind me to get my locks changed."
"it WON'T KEEP ME OUT." right then, i hear the click of the front door unlocking. i look over from kit to see philip strolling into my room, carrying my bowl from the party.

philip sees kit in the kitchen and almost drops the bowl. oh this won't be good. kit, clueless as ever, drops a pancake on the floor and rushes over to greet philip. i can feel the tension resonating from philip across the room. he clearly was not expecting to meet kit today, if ever. kit's hand goes out to shake philip's and philip tentatively holds his hand out.

i don't know what i expected when they shook hands. maybe they would explode and a black hole would form inside of my dorm room. i just don't believe that two personalities so different, yet so similiar, can meet without catastrophic consequences. the angel of light meets the angel of dark and they consume each other out of need for dominance.

"hey man, i'm kit."
"i know."
"so you must be philip."
"sherlock holmes right here..."
"i love that show."
"it's a novel series."
"are you series-us right now?"
"..."
"get it? because se-"
"i got it."

i've never seen philip be this cold towards someone. the angel's roles are reversed. the angel of light becomes the angel of dark and so on. kit has caught on by now, but i don't think he has it in him to stoop to philip's level.

"so what are you here for, dickface?" kit asks with the same amused expression on his face. i spoke too soon. philip raises his eyebrow and responds,
"probably the same reason you're here, to see my friend perrin."
"hmm that name doesn't ring a bell... could you mean puffin over there?" despite the circumstances, i crack a smile at this. kit catches my eye and winks. philip notices this and seems to take it as his role of best friend being threatened. hell, for all i know it may be. his eyes narrow and i can feel heaven and hell colliding.

"sorry, do i know you?" philip asks, with venom behind his words. it's times like this when i remember that philip is essentially a young socialite.
"well it appears you don't remember me. i'll say it again, my name's kit but you may remember me as my middle name, rikard. that's what i went by at cambridge, anyhow."

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i posted the cast list for philip, kit, cleo, jack, haru, and sarah. still need to get ellie but i may leave her until she's introduced.

also pictures are slowly coming up in the book of the cast (as of posting this i have philip, cleo, and kit posted)