crowded thoughts

its not love

- Pratt Institute (Brooklyn NY)

• Luna Baek
- 3rd generation in her family (being moved from Korea to America)
- short black hair, light brown eyes
- both parents are doctors, dental surgeon and a child therapist
- lives in a high class household but doesn't hold it over her head; lets her parents pay for her college and that's it (hence why she constantly works to have food and an apartment)
- comes from a household of rules and expectations (no tattoos, doctors, etc) but she breaks stereotypes and gets tattooed and studying for her art degree (teacher)
- puts on a facade of liking to be alone, but actually craves for emotional support (never has truly had anyone who has stayed in her life)
• Hudson Davis
- White, mother died when young and father doesn't take care of him (his grandparents money is what got him here)
- has lived with Everett since 11th grade high school
- Has light freckles, a little bit of facial hair, not the type of guy who works out but isn't super big, just an average build, blondish hair
- someone you can truly rely on, but don't the type of person you'd want to date no matter how cute you find him and how kind he is
- has a drinking problem but has started going to group meetings because Everett has to
- photography
• Everett Moore
- White but has 1/3 Native American Cherokee in him, brown hair, brown eyes, dimples, short but broad build
- Parents have money and is why he's going to college
- Very charming, easy to talk to, every girl wants to be with him, but he has a bad attitude and can be angry for no reason, mean, wants things his way
- art student just like Luna
- likes to get high but isn't allowed to because he almost got in trouble by the police and now has to go to group meetings

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      "No, you know what? I'm not gonna let my walls down for a boy who's not gonna love me right."

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Scenes I want to write:
• Scene where she's drunk and goes into Hudson and Everett's room, only for him to be smoking pot with a girl after they had kissed (has a hickey on his neck, which she touches and then realizes the girl is there)
• First kiss between Everett and Luna
• First free party between all three of them (to show their bond in a way, how close they suddenly get)
• Tattoos Everett and Luna get together
• Coffee scene

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      "Fuck you," she says, suddenly becoming infuriated by his outburst. He sends her a look. "Yeah, you heard me. Fuck you and fuck your attitude. Call me when you're feeling like being a decent human being," she tells him, grabbing her bag from the floor. She twists the door handle and is ready to leave when she hears him say something under his breath. She turns around and crosses her arms over her chest. "What'd you just say?"
       "Oh, nothing," he replies.
        "That's what I thought."
        "I just said that maybe you should fix your own attitude if you actually want someone to like you," he tells her, lifting himself up from his bed. She blinks at him, her jaw cocking out in annoyance.
       "I mean it, Everett," she begins, "fuck you."
        "Yeah, I get it. I heard it the first time."
        She shakes her head and sticks her middle finger up at him. "This mood you're in isn't going to get girl's to drop their panties for you, I hope you know that."
        "I know, that's why it's directed at you."

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     She's stares at the old clock on the brick wall and lets out a breath. Something about the late night makes her daydream about possibilities and impossible things to happen to her. She just wants something...something to happen.

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       "I unintentionally serve no purpose in your life except for being your neighbor. You owe me no explanation, Everett. We're adults living in New York. We can do whatever we want without having to explain it to someone," she tells him, glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye. She pulls her knees up to her chest and sips on her hot tea. He sends her an apologetic look.
       "But you seen—"
       "It's not a big deal."
       "Not even after I kissed you?" He questions, tilting his head to the side. She stares at him, her lips hovering over her mug.
       "It's okay."
       "I didn't mean to hurt you," he tells her. She shrugs her shoulders.
       "You didn't hurt me," she replies, even though they both know that's a lie. He doesn't say anything for a moment, letting the TV fill in the silence.
       "Are you okay?" He asks her, crossing his arms over his chest. She leans over and places her mug on the coffee table in front of them. She takes in a slow breath.
        "What do you mean?" She replies, "I'm fine."
        "You just seem...different."
        "How?"
        "What's wrong?" He knows what's wrong, he has to.
         "I told you already. I'm fine. I'm just tired." They look at each other for a second. "I'm going to bed, if that's alright. I have class in the morning and then work. You know, the normal," she lets out a soft laugh to hint that's she's okay. He nods his head and lifts off of the couch.
        "Text me if you need anything," he tells her. She sends him a thumbs up and watches as he sends her a tight-lipped smile before opening the door and leaving.