Eh, it was okay. I don’t think I’m gonna go back.


Why not? It’s New York.


Hey, it’s cheaper here than in New York.image

No shit, Sherlock.

I’m guessing you’ve been to New York, then. How was it?


Why wouldn’t I? You’ve made it clear I wouldn’t get anything in return….unless you’ve changed your mind.image

You’re getting free booze, asshole.


Great. You can pay. Think of it as a welcome-back present.


Why am I not surprised that you’d make me pay?


Fine. You’re lucky I haven’t spent any money in a while, otherwise you’d be out of luck.


Hey…if you think you can control yourself.image

Come on, lets go get shitfaced or something. I forgot this town is boring as fuck.

Yes. Please and thank you. I’ve been studying my ass off, and I deserve getting shitfaced.


Sure brought that up quick, didn’t you? Trying to make me jealous?image

Just trying to remind you, in case you’ve forgotten, that you get nothing out of us talking.


Thought I’d come back and give the ladies a show for old time’s sake.

imageWhat are you still doing here? Don’t tell me you just stuck around on your own.

Some people actually have an education they’d like to get.

Besides, I have my boyfriend. It’s not like you were my only friend, anyways.


Flynn approached Esmeralda from behind, smacking her ass before stepping in front of her. Hey, babe. image

{Esmeralda immediately tensed up when she felt someone smack her ass, yelping softly. She was about to slap whoever did it when she saw a familiar face and relaxed.} Flynn Rider, what you are doing on campus?

20.1.14 at 19:47 • ♠ snejider© · 110 · reblog · Tags
So, apparently yesterday was Christmas…


A small smile tugged at his lips as she asked her question. “My friend Nala invited me to come home next week for one of her mom’s charity events,” He replayed the call in his mind. Hey, honey! You should drive home next week for mother’s party. Simba didn’t think Nala would mind if he invited Esme, but then again her mother had always wanted them to get together. He shook the thought from his head. “And I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me.”


His heart skipped a beat as he saw the earrings in front of her. “I’m not saying you have to keep them, but just wear them once…for me.”

Esme chuckled lightly. Of course Simba would already have an answer to her question. “A charity event,” she muttered, her nerves kicking into gear. “I don’t have anything to wear… and don’t you dare tell me that I can wear just anything with these earrings. They’re special.” It was true. Not just because he gave them to her, but the sentimental value behind them made them intensely special to the young girl. Glancing back in the mirror, she couldn’t help but wonder what this Nala was like. Hopefully sweet, but if she’d been Simba’s friend before he met Esme, then she might be bitter as all hell. However, there was no use in looking at the dark side. “Of course I want to… it’s just a matter of me being able to.”

Turning around to face him, she sighed, her entire resolve falling before she leaned over and kissed him softly. “Okay,” she murmured against his lips. “Fine. You win.”

20.1.14 at 19:44 • ♠ young-king-simba© · 20 · reblog · Tags