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[ofdevon]

#&&. musings #wow i can't believe this is literally devon #the wiNK top left #the smirks #i cant!!!!

[ofdevon]

imessage → devon

ellie: campus is pretty much still a ghost town since most people don't get back until tomorrow

ellie: but something very, very odd is happening with the marching band and the big fountain in front of the library

ellie: do you know anything about this

devon: i love that you're asking me, devon royce, about this. as if i would have anything to do with a marching band

devon: besides, i'm still at the lakehouse with georgie

devon: are you back on campus?

#&&. texts: ellie

[ofdevon]

#&&. musings #&&. ft ellie #lmao i feel like this suits them

[ofdevon]

georgiiepark:

“someone actually tried telling me that the best part of thanksgiving was the stuffing. like, okay, opinions are great an all but are we forgetting about mashed potatoes? i literally don’t need any of the other food if i have mashed potatoes. and don’t even try to argue with me on this. i’m actually educated on this topic. i am a professional on thanksgiving and the courses served and it is scientifically proven that potatoes are the most important part.”

“you do talk a lot of shit for someone who claims to be educated on thanksgiving. everyone knows homemade gravy’s the best part. mash is just plain boring without it,” he argued and shifted her feet out of his way as he adjusted himself on the couch. the pair was sprawled up on opposite sides watching a game, although at this point it was more or less background noise. “i think the smartest decision this evening was to use paper plates. no dishes whatsoever,” devon glanced behind them at the kitchen as his lips tugged up in a prideful smile. 

#&&. chats: georgie #post dinner antics with georgie and dev #also welcome back friend!!!!!

[ofdevon]

@devroyce: thanksgiving dinner @ the lakehouse for any stray cats

#&&. tweet #aka those who don't/would rather not spend it with fam #dev in a good mood for sending out this open invite via twitter yea boiiiii

[ofdevon]

ellieshh:

ellie simply narrowed her eyes as well, matching his expression as a response to his disbelief. “i’m sorry– can you say that again?” she straightened and tilted her head to catch his gaze, “the only part of what you said that i care about is you admitting that i’m right. can i get that in writing?” a wicked grin remained planted on her dark red lips as she studied him, “and how do you propose one makes life worth something, dev?” her grin faded and she sighed, because of course he’d catch her sarcasm and intentionally brush it off. “i don’t know about that,” she shook her head, giving him a once over before meeting his eyes, “i still haven’t quite made up my mind about you. i’m only halfway through readin’ ya. my initial judgment was wrong; the theory i’m workin’ on now is a bit closer to the truth, i think.” her words melted together in a mix of southern drawl and drunken slur. “well– if you put me in charge of your funeral, you’ll get a shoebox just like all the other dogs at most,” she shrugged. her eyes snapped into a glare when he called her sweetheart, and she almost immediately whipped another m&m in his direction. “mm, well– i’ll get photographic evidence of the leather and tight pants before i leave so at least i will remember,” she wiggled her eyebrows before brushing past him. a grateful smile tugged at the corners of her lips as he handed over her jacket; she held back any snide remarks that came to mind and kept up with his stride. “alright,” she said, sliding her arms through the sleeves only to find that they were far too long, “any particular destination in mind?”

devon licked his lips in an attempt to hide his smirk as he focused on the crowd instead of ellie. there was no way in hell he was repeating what he said, “you heard me the first time, princess.” at that, he locked gazes with her again. “well i don’t have all the answers,” his lips tugged up slightly. devon lifted his chin in process of her words. his mind was a blur from the alcohol but what she said rang true for his expectations of ellie herself. “i’m not a case study, ellie,” he chuckled, “besides, no one ever figures someone out entirely.” he shrugged and let the topic drop. “a shoebox,” his tone came out offended and he scoffed at her nonchalance. “i take it all back. you’re relieved from planning my funeral and hereby officially uninvited,” devon raised his eyebrows in emphasis. “oh i’m sure the memory of my will be playing on repeat in your dreams,” he smirked and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he fell into stride with her. devon hummed in thought for a moment before shaking his head in response. “i’ve got nowhere to be right now.” 

#&&. chats: ellie #omg im sry this reply is kinda crap and short im being hit with exhaustion

[ofdevon]

#&&. musings #the westbrook™ aesthetic

[ofdevon]

#&&. musings #i always have so much muse when im stuck doing schoolwork #ugh!!!!!!!

[ofdevon]

text ➝ cait

cait: don't let him leave

devon: alright, but u better be on your way over here

#&&. texts: cait

[ofdevon]

text ➝ cait

cait: [message read]

devon: ??? so what's the game plan

#&&. texts: cait #the audacity......

[ofdevon]

text ➝ cait

cait: omg devon he's a pap

cait: don't tell him which bookstore i work at

cait: let him go, don't taunt him because idk what he'd do with tabloids dev

cait: whAT scandal i'm so lost though, this is so out of no where???

devon: uh.. too late for that

devon: you sure i shouldn't just give him a black eye? maybe then he'll have something to take pictures of

devon: apparently someone caught us smoking the other day, how /wild/

#&&. texts: cait

[ofdevon]

text ➝ cait

cait: this is too much pressure!!

cait: ask him if he's been to the book store

cait: maybe i was rude to him and he took notice of my name tag and found your room IDK

Devon: he says he didn't even know you worked at a bookstore

Devon: says his boss would pay big money if he got a picture of us.. Something about a scandal. Can you believe the nerve of this guy? Me! A scandal, hah!

#&&. texts: cait

[ofdevon]

text ➝ cait

cait: devon

devon: cait

devon: i've taken his camera as a hostage quick think of a question

#&&. texts: cait

[ofdevon]

text ➝ cait

cait: you looked fine, don't worry

cait: i feel like that would make things worse than what it sounds like, dev

devon: too late

devon: meet jack. what should i ask him?

#&&. texts: cait

[ofdevon]

text ➝ cait

cait: all i can think of is us taking that photo before the dance in our costumes, but like .. why now? it's been a week since that was posted

cait: i don't want to know

devon: o god, you put sandy and danny up on the internet?

devon: maybe i should grab one and question them

#&&. texts: cait

[ofdevon]

text ➝ cait

cait: that doesn't sound safe ...

cait: i'm confused how did they find your dorm?

cait: i'm at work, but if you can hop out of your window, you can just crash at mine until i get back

devon: i don't know if they love me or hate me but either way i'm done with my five mins of fame

devon: fuck i know

devon: sneaking out of my own window, how many times have i done that before

#&&. texts: cait

[ofdevon]

text ➝ cait

cait: well they're not mine, i don't think. the only person that i know who walks around with a camera around campus is jemma and she's in class

cait: you sure you didn't sign up for some sort of experiment or something?

devon: u sure? they keep calling your name as if that's somehow going to summon you

devon: honestly i wouldn't mind them but they're killing my buzz

devon: can u come here and tell them it's a no pap zone

#&&. texts: cait