crowded thoughts

wyn and kobe

college love

     • adopted Latino, two moles above her left eyebrow, athletic build even though she's hardly athletic, when she gets nervous she says random facts to calm herself down, she likes lists and order, lets people walk over her: Wyn Sophia Jennings
      • fully Chinese Asian, has a nose piercing (hoop, always silver), skinny and tall, has a somewhat disapproving family that likes the traditional aspects of love and the way things used to be, however he is rebellious because of this, very smart but not common sense smart, loves easily: Kolbe Li Wu

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- orange cardigan, gray tank top, light wash high waisted skinny jeans, white vans
- plain black hoodie with light wash jeans and white sneakers

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She kicks her right foot against the gravel as they walk, her arms crossing as her body erupts in chills. The wind blows harshly and leaves crumple as they fly from trees. Tilting her head to the side, she bites the inside of her cheek. "I don't know. This whole casual-dating thing is actually pretty hard to do," she admits, wiping her eyes as they begin to water from the cold weather.
"Why's it hard?" He asks, sending her a curious look. She shrugs her shoulders.
"It's just so difficult trying to find someone who doesn't want something serious, which sounds silly, but it's the truth," she admits, glancing over at him. He raises a dark eyebrow at her.
"You're nineteen, I doubt anyone actually wants anything serious," he tells her, shaking his head.
"But they do! You think I'm lying, but I'm not. I asked your friend Ben out the other day because you said he wanted to start casually dating, and he said if it's not serious then the answers no. I even tried going to a club for a one night stand, and the guy offered to take me on a date first!" She hangs her head back and lets out an annoyed huff. "I give up. I'm never going to have casual sex."
"Oh, come on, you're over exaggerating," he says, which causes her to shake her head.
"No, I'm not over exaggerating. I don't want to date right now because I'm tired of getting hurt, yet, I can't have sex unless I'm open to dating, and I'm not. So, I guess I'm never having sex again," she retorts, dropping her shoulders and rolling her eyes at herself. "I'm sorry, I'm just so stressed about everything. I thought I could—"
"Wyn," He begins, stopping in his tracks. Wyn stops walking as well and turns to look at him. He looks like he's in some type of daze, which causes her to become slightly confused.
"Kolbe?" She asks, tilting her head. He shakes his head and smirks at her, cocking out his jaw.
"I'll have casual sex with you," he tells her, shrugging his shoulders. Her eyes widen, and she suddenly chokes her on her own spit.
"I'm sorry, but what?" She questions, not knowing if she heard him correctly. He raises his eyebrows.
"I'll have casual sex with you," he repeats, sticking his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. She looks around, not knowing if he's only saying this because his ex girlfriend is around. "What're you doing?" He asks her.
"Well, I mean, I'm kind of in shock right now," she retorts, throwing her hands in the air.
"Why?"
"Because we're friends," she sends him a look.
"I know that, which is why casual sex would work with us. I mean, you don't want to date me, and I don't want to date you, but we're both horny as fuck. Nothing will come out of it, so it's perfect," he explains, running a hand through his hair.
"But it's weird."
"Only if you make it weird."
"Yeah, but I'm not even attracted to you," she tells him.
"Well, I'm not attracted to you either," he throws back at her. She sends him a look.
"I didn't mean it in a rude way. Obviously you're attractive, but I just don't see you in a sexually attractive way, you know?" She says to him, to which he gets a look in his eyes. He takes a steps towards her. He grabs a strand of her hair and begins to twirl it. She furrows her eyebrows.
"I agree," he whispers, his voice sounding husky. "See, we need find and learn each other's turn ons, otherwise this won't work." He takes a step closer to her and places a hand on her neck. "I know you like the simple touches: the kind of touches that are subtle and shouldn't be seen as sexual. You like the..." he trails off as he lets his fingers move down her shoulder and down her arm. She hitched a breath. "You like simple."
"Okay, I get it," she smacks his hand away, suddenly feeling flustered. He smiles at her and takes a step back. "Turn ons," she nods her head, "just have to figure out each other's turn ons."
"I already know most of yours just by listening to you speak," he sends her a cocky look.
"Whatever. I know yours, too."