I know you're probably like, fuck you, fuck that dentist, fuck unicorns, fuck bacon n awwwwl dat shiet but I wanted to give you the key to my heart so that you can get all the love inside. Lolololol I'm so corny. c: but yes, I know you're probably miserable and your mouth's dripping in blood and what not but I wanted to tell you that I hope you feel better and that I lalalalalove you babe. <33333333 :-*
@sincerelylauren

Um, let's pretend it isn't night time. (x
 
"Ugh, no Jace, eat the grapes not the sand!" Conner urges his son, offering him the ziplock bag of fresh green grapes and raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"They're yummy! See?" He continues, picking a grape and plopping it in his mouth to show him. As he chews, he dramatically hums to demonstrate just how delicious the plump fruit was. Jace, dumbfounded and not impressed, simply shouts a "No!" and scrambles to his feet, grabbing his red beach ball and darting off to throw it at the seagulls. Ethan chuckles to himself, packing up whatever was left of their snack and stands himself, careful not to kick any sand onto their picnic blanket. He glances around, taking in the couples taking a stroll holding hands, the children basking in the sand, a cookout a bit farther down the beach. Then, glancing back over at Jace he notices him chatting up a young woman cradling a camera in her hands. She was crouched by the seagulls, probably trying to photograph them. Conner strides over to the duo, scooping Jace up and throwing him over his shoulder, securely holding onto him as he flashes the woman an apologetic smile.
"Sorry 'bout that. He's rather friendly." He says, looking the girl up and down. She was beautiful. Dark waves cascaded down her back, her smile warm, her eyes entrancing- it took everything he had to pull his own off of them. Clearing his throat, he averts his attention to the camera and nods toward it.
"You into photography? I took the class in high school but hated it because the teacher made us write random essays about stupid shit... I mean stuff." Conner corrects himself, grinning and looking over his shoulder at his son whose eyes were practically bugging out of his head.
"Bad word, Daddy!" He yells, playfully slapping his father's back and shuffling his legs accusingly, squirming as he tries to slip out of his Conner's grasp.
 
@sincerelylauren

Boo for sucky sets. ;P
 
Ethan tilted his bottle, guzzling down a gulp or two of his Corona before setting the bottle back down on the patio table, folding his hands across his stomach. He was face to face with one of the most beautiful sunsets he's ever witnessed. Perhaps it was welcoming him back home. It's been a while since Ethan's been at his parents' house- he was so busy with school, his art, friends, the usual college shebang. He actually missed being so close to the beach. The salty wind, comforting sound of the waves, toasty sunlight... it all reminded him of his childhood and the thought made him smile. But that smile was cut short as the slamming of a patio door and a voice echoed from behind him. It sounded all too familiar. Slowly, he turned to look over his shoulder, towards the porch next door and immediately, butterflies appeared unannounced in the pit of his stomach. She was even more beautiful than he could remember. Her smile was warm, straight and welcoming, now without the train tracks of braces across them. She was no longer the four year old who knocked down his sandcastle when he refused to play mommy and daddy with her; she was no longer the ten year old who always beat him rolling down the grassy dune not too far away; she was no longer the geeky fourteen year old who was awkwardly entering the stage of teenage-hood. Now, she was a stunning young woman. He couldn't find his words. Ethan clears his throat, rises from his place on the patio chair and wipes his hand on his thighs.
"Er, hey Hunter. It's been a while." He stammers, smiling shyly.
 
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