*.: At Oscar ! - Tumblr Posts
“ YOU — “ chantel began, her cheeks heating up in anger. “ are you kidding me ? ! “ she huffed, letting out a scoff as the RAGE bubbled in her chest. she inhaled sharply. “ & god knows i’ll PROBABLY dump water on you when you’re on your bunk. “ she shrugged. “ but seriously, oscar, if you r e c o r d e d it... “
‘ you think people recording this would be BAD ? ’ he raises a questioning eyebrow, a s m i r k settling easily on thin lips. ‘ it’ll probably be the height of your career, if anything. might give you a boost in album sales. god knows you NEED it. ’
“ DON’T curse ! “ she retorted back at him, CROSSING her arms as she g l a r e d up at him. she let out a huff, rubbing her temples. “ you are ridiculous. no, you are not ridiculous. you are...you are... a POOP. yes, a poop. that is what you are. “ she said dumbly, furrowing her eyebrows. “ i can E A S I L Y jump on top of things to get to you, oscar. believe me. “
‘ DON’T say shit like that, chantel ! ’ he starts, voice L O U D, tone played up so he sounds S C A R E D rather than sarcastic. ‘ i’m shakin’ with fear. ’ he continues, exasperated in the way he speaks, mockery & ridicule lacing itself easily into his words. ‘ what’re you gonna DO, exactly ?? steal my phone from me ? you barely reach my shoulders. doubt you’re gonna get anywhere far if i decide to keep it from you. ’
CHANTEL glanced at him with a grin, before CONTINUING to dance, horribly, might she add. she did, indeed, look like a dying seal. “ what is it that most of you here say ? um... CHILL OUT, is it ? well, blondie... “ she began, moving to tug at his hand & tug him U P. “ chill out. “ she gave him a smile, as she PAUSED for a m o m e n t, glancing at him. “ i am waiting. just once “
‘ if you’re gonna dance so OBNOXIOUSLY, ’ he starts, words slipping past his lips in an easy drawl that’s loud enough to be heard over the music, ‘ at least PRETEND that you can dance W E L L. ’ he huffs, his arms crossing as he shifts his body down further into his seat. ‘ like – seriously. i don’t need or WANT you flailin’ your arms around like a dying seal. ’
SHE grinned once she saw the small smile on his face & she crossed her arms over her chest. “ oh, be quiet. “ she huffed before pausing for a moment. “ i don’t back down from challenges. “ she said, her chin t i l t i n g up. “ ten bucks. loser buys the winner food. got it ? “
ftchantel:
his eyes roll, but despite his evident frustration, there’s a ghost of a smile that settles itself on his features laced with a m u s e m e n t. ‘ i’m HURT. ’ he drawls, feigning distress, a hand moving to press against his chest to emphasise said wound. ‘ you really wanna test that theory out ?? ’ he questions, raising an eyebrow & pursing his lips. ‘ because if we were gonna place bets on who was gonna WIN out of the two of us, n o n e of my money would be on you. ’
SHE glanced at his hand for a moment before leaning over to shake it firmly. “ call me that AGAIN & i’ll punch you in your stupidly chiseled jawline. “
‘ all right, ’ he starts slowly, contemplating the offer for a moment before he’s sticking a hand out so they can shake on it, eyes narrowing. ‘ hope you don’t have a problem with spendin’ all your money on taco bell, princess. ’
“ THERE you go ! “ she said excitedly once he agreed before FURROWING her eyebrows in confusion before letting out a slight AWKWARD laugh. she decided to stop her ridiculous dancing, her hands slowly going up to his shoulders. she s n o r t e d., shaking her head, giving him a dimply smile. “ you SURE about that ? “
his eyebrows furrow as soon as he’s being tugged up, though he moves into her hold relatively easily & allows a quiet laugh to sound past his lips. ‘ —- just once & that’s IT. ’ he decides after a moment of silence, his hand falling to her waist so his fingers can hold her in his grip softly. ‘ but ‘m only doin’ this so i don’t have to watch you look like an IDIOT any longer. consider it charity. ’
📱 imessage: blondie
oscar: :-))
oscar: can't wait
oscar: in my defence you started it
oscar: um?? Idk start fake crying or something and tell them to leave you alone
chantel: :-))) u can't outsmiley me i am the smiley master
chantel: for the pizza or?
chantel: did not
chantel: okay, almost there
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chantel arrived in five minutes, somewhat balancing the pizza boxes on her forearm as she managed to open the door of the bus. she huffed, glancing around before she saw him. " hey, " she greeted, placing the boxes down on the nearest coffee table. " didn't know how many you wanted so i got two. " she shrugged.
📱 imessage: blondie
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he nods softly, indicating that she's right -- it is the right expression -- & he can't help the smile that settles on his features as he looks at her ( & he'll pretend that it's because her lack of knowledge is amusing, not because she's cute. ) he takes the slice from her with a thankful hum, lifting it to his mouth as she speaks @ chews threw her apparent anecdote. ' --- seriously ? that's... that's stupid. like, why deprive all those people of the best pizza topping ? '
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she grinned over at him, giving him a nod. " a little bit, yeah. " she responded before letting out a soft laugh. " and you are probably going to laugh at me, but... we actually have RULES when it comes to pizza. " she continued, a snort soon following. " it's ridiculous. things like, you can't eat pizza at lunch. " she glanced at him, laughing. " this is real, i swear. and you can't eat pizza alone, because it's sad. leftover pizza is actually left, and you don't take it home. " her cheeks flushed in embarrassment before glancing down at her slice with a shrug.
📱 imessage: blondie
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he raises an eyebrow as a cue for her to continue, and dare he say that he's interested in what she has to say ( which he hasn't even thought as possible, but alas. ) ' you can't take pizza home as leftovers ?? -- i knew i've never been to italy for a reason. ' he teases, a soft laugh tripping past his lips before he's shifting his own body towards her, lips pursing. ' hey. stop doin' that thing where you get all embarrassed for no reason. '
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a smile tugged at her lips for a moment before she was letting out another laugh, shaking her head. " told you it was ridiculous. " she teased, bumping his broad shoulder with her own small one. chantel watched as he shifted slightly. her eyebrows pulled together for a moment. " what thing? " she asked, raising an eyebrow.
sometimes || o & c
SHE felt like shit sometimes. & most of the time, she didn’t WANT to tell anyone, only because she was afraid of being judged, maybe even p i t i e d. she hated that. she hated that people WORRIED about her, she didn’t want people to. but sometimes, she just needed someone, ANYONE. so, she decided to go to oscar, someone she trusted. from her bunk, she sent him texts, three that she hoped he saw.
@oscargrayson
📱 imessage: blondie
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' that thing where you get all embarrassed and blushy and cute. ' he reiterates, lips forming into a smirk and leaving a ghost of a smile to trail behind, a hand coming up to be able to tuck a strand of the small girl's hair behind her ear. ' and not that 'm not enjoyin' the pizza, but im pretty sure there was somethin' else you came here to do, too. '
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she laughed lightly, giving him a smile. " did you just COMPLIMENT me ? " she gasped, a playful grin on her face. " that needs to go in the books. " she continued,watching as his hand raised to tuck her a strand of her hair behind her ear. she hummed in response, tapping at her chin. " was there ? can't seem to really remember. " she joked, tilting her head.
iMessage ; little italy
oscar: is your name winter?
oscar: because you'll be coming soon ;)
chantel: OMG LOL. that was actually pretty good
chantel: u are literally in the bunk above me though, oscar
chantel: u could have told me this in person??
iMessage ; little italy
oscar: thanks i do try
oscar: im listening to music and i cant be bothered to take my earphones out to listen to your reply
chantel: :-)
chantel: rude :-( i'm hungry, though. want to go get some food? i feel kind of cooped up