i want a plot where muse a asks his sort of ex-girlfriend, muse b, to drive him across the country to visit his current girlfriend since he can’t drive and both of them didn’t go to college after graduating. however she’ll say yes, assuming it’s just a quick drive across america when in reality she’s signing up for getting lost, eating crap and falling in love all over again as they experience different adventures on their way.
In contrast to Dakota, Charlie sat with his eyes shut. He enjoyed the summer wind that blew past, ruffling the spiky hair that stuck up in all directions on his head. The battles had come and gone and now he could relax with the blonde that made him so happy. There was time to finally relax, to enjoy the presence of others. And there were no presences greater than the Fitzgerald girl gazing at him.
"This is…" Dakota paused, struggling to find a fitting word. It was most definitely glorious, and lovely, and every other term that frequently rolled off her tongue. They weren’t enough to describe the evening though. What word could accurately summarize how much she’d enjoyed being with him - how much she loved being bathed in moonlight twice as much when she was sharing it with him? "Perfect,” she finally decided on, smiling softly. Perfect wasn’t a word she often used, the blonde preferring to see beauty in the flawed nature of the Universe. On this night, however, she couldn’t name a single reason to call it anything less than perfection.
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Morning sex with soft touches under the sheets and slow, hot kisses peppering jaw lines and lazy thrusts covered by whispered “I love you“‘s and small gasps
"It’s possibly because of the way you look. You could pass for a model, maybe, but I pity those who stick around when introduced to your personality. Tell me, when you want to lure women in, are you always this charming?”
"Careful there. You practically just called me pretty…- Wait, what’s wrong with my personality?” He moved a little closer to her, tucking a stray section of hair back into place. “I can be plenty charming.” He was using his best ‘Dreamboat’ voice, his gaze purposefully falling to her lips in between words. “Don’t you think I’m charming, Quinn?” he added in a whisper, running a single finger down the side of her neck and along her collarbone. All of a sudden Ron moved back, laughing as he shrugged his shoulders. “Now, imagine what how smooth I’d be with a girl I actually want. I keep telling ya, Q. I’m the next Ryan Gosling, but nobody knows it yet.”
"I was j-just wondering if you had any money to spare, sir.." She’s lying.
Well, he could hardly not help out a kid, could he? “Uh, sure,” he replied, rummaging in his pocket and fishing out his spare change. “Don’t spend it all on candy,” he added with a smile, passing her the money.
"I was just… I’m really sorry, but I dropped a couple of my papers and one of them just happens to be under your foot," Sang said softly, glancing away before looking back. She really needed that paper, but she wasn’t exactly used to having to speak up.
Ron glanced down and, sure enough, a paper was stuck to his shoe.”Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing up at her with an apologetic grin. “I’m sorry for, y’know…being a dick and everything,” he told her, peeling the paper off his shoe and passing it to her. “You’re in one of my classes, right?”
"There’s just something so approachable about the way you look." She laughed. "Maybe you should put headphones in to stop people from talking to you, that’s what I do."
"That’s not a half bad suggestion. Who knew such a stupid face could be capable of such brilliance," he teased, bumping his shoulder against hers.