jasper | part two

jasper | part two

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"Hey Jasper, I got your shit here," I called out, placing the coffee on the marble bench. "If you don't hurry I'll gladly drink it, I need it. That taxi driver was a fucking douche." "You better not." I turned to find Jasper leaning against the wall. My eyes grazed his body. Pyjamas, bed hair and tired eyes. I wasn't expecting anything more. He strolled over to the bench and grabbed the coffee. "What was wrong with the taxi driver?" I pouted. "He looked at me funny." He raised a brow, the coffee cup to his lips. "You're delusional--- fuck, that's good coffee." "It was ten dollars, you'd fucking hope so," I muttered. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The continuation of Laurens Sanders sad life. Buckle up.
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"Wait!" She yanked at her arm, but he just tightened his grip and stepped closer to her. "You...? You're the girl from last night?" Even though she had already acted guilty, she still attempted to maintain a straight and innocent face. "What girl? What are you talking about?" He paused for a second, his eyes roaming her face with such intensity that she squirmed and blushed under his piercing gaze. "You're lying," he decided with narrowed eyes. She finally ripped her arm from his grasp and growled, "What's it matter to you, anyway?" He didn't seem to have an answer for that, and his hand immediately sought out the back of his neck in sheepish unease. "I...Look I didn't mean to scare you away last night," he finally settled on. He dropped his raised arm, and shoved both of his hands deep in his jean pockets. She couldn't help but notice that a slight tinge of red covered his high cheekbones. Beverly crossed her arms, and replied, "You didn't." "Well then why'd you run?" **** Sometimes he can't sleep. Sometimes she paints the town. On the one night that Beverly Banks and Landon Ford bump into each other, they realize that they don't always have to wander the 2 AM streets alone. Sometimes they like to have company. Sometimes they hold hands under the glow of flickering lampposts. Sometimes they cling to each other. Sometimes their love is so vibrant, even the walls color. Three-shot.

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