** THERE'S A LITTLE PLACE I KNOW

[MOLLY EVANGELINE HALE]

life is a maze and love is a riddle
•I'M JUST A LITTLE BIT CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE •
life is a maze, and love is a riddle

Molly entered the pizza place with a contented grin on her face. Joe's pizzeria wasn't by any means the fanciest, or most popular place in town, but it was special. Special to Casper and Molly, anyway.It was their special place. From the minute each of them could drive they would always come here and do schoolwork together, or just hang out. This humble pizzareia was one of the main contributors to their friendship. There were just so many memories, so many laughs, that the two of them had shared together. Not to mention, the pepperoni and pineapple pizza was amazing! It was Molly's favorite, and ironically enough, Casper's too.

It was a little cheesy to say the least...no pun intented. For starters, the manager's name wasn't even Joe. The owner of the place's name was George, and it was so named for his mother, Josephine. She'd heard the story all too many times. The enviroment was done up like a little Italian cafe, with blue chairs and round tables. It was like the craft store exploded in their. But in a way, Molly liked it. It gave it a certain charm that was unique to only this place. She waved to the workers t hat she could see through the large opening where you could see the oven back behind the counter, and proceeded to the back of the restraunt to the corner. They always sat in the corner, it was the only way they could keep enough self-control to not annoy the customers (though Casper and Molly were both quiet induviduals, Molly had a loud laugh, and Casper seemed to know just how to make it appear). Molly pulled out the seat and settled into it,rummaging around in her bag for her science book to begin reading over the chapter once more before her friend arrived. Casper was so sweet, always helping Molly when she needed it. He was a great friend.

Molly had been feeling something for Casper lately, something that could only be described as powerful infatuation. It was a little embarassing, at the very least. It was like in every cliche novel and movie out there. And also in a lot of songs, the whole bit about falling in love with your best friend. Now, if this were a movie/book/fairytale/ Taylor Swift song, Molly would pluck up the courage to tell him how she felt, and he would tell her that he felt the same about her and they would live happily ever after. However, this being reality, and not fiction, this wasn't the case. Molly would never find that sort of courage to talk to him. And even if she did, the outcome would just be...awkward. He didn't appear to show that interest in her, and she was content to just be friends, if that's all they were meant to be. And for now, she was sure of that.

WORDS ,, a number.
TAGGED ,, casper/hadie
OUTFIT ,, something adorable and molly-y
NOTES ,, awww
CREDIT ,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION[/size]

[CASPER ALEKSEI ELLIS]

casper tugged on the hood of his sweater, yanking it down and folding it behind his head as he walked through the cold. his hair was, sticking up from all sides, a pencil tucked quietly behind his ear. he looked a little, ruffled to say the least. but this was how he always looked, unorganized and a little scruffy. to be honest, the boy never had his head on straight. he was clumsy, all over the place really. casper seemed to live in a different world then the rest of his, and his head was always in the clouds. a dreamer, one could say. casper was more or less, usually found with a dazed expression on his face. he was the type to walk into strangers in the hallway and have them shouting after him, yet he would not notice a thing. he could have known you for his entire life, and you’d always have had the same exact outfit and hairstyle, yet if you were to randomly change into something ridiculous and give yourself blue hair, he probably wouldn’t see a difference. of course, this was definitely a bit of an over exaggeration. casper wasn’t that bad off, but you got the idea.

although, his father would rather call it being “utterly clueless about the world around him.” casper’s dad was, difficult to say the least. the man was … hard headed, a logical thinker. he’d been a football star in his university and high school years, and was now one of the head football coaches at ucla. his entire life focused on sport, athletic abilities, and he’d always hoped his only son, casper might follow his footsteps at some point. but casper was … a disappointment to say the least. he struggled with physical movement of any sort really, and actually attempting to play real games were a complete disaster. casper still recalled trying out for the football team in his freshman year, under his father’s advice pressure. it had been absolutely brutal. he’d fumbled the ball the whole time, and was constantly on the ground – whether he’d actually been tackled or had fallen of his own accord. he couldn’t throw, or catch the ball for the life of him. and the fact that he’d been mocked for his absolute failure by the entire team had only made it three times as bad. there wasn’t very much to it, casper just wasn’t cut out for that sort of thing, and his father had a hard time accepting it. casper tried his best to get his father’s approval, but the man wasn’t very keen on boys who kept their noses hidden behind a book.

he made one last ditch effort at flattening his bed head, even though it was of no use. he felt the all too familiar signs of nerves in the pit of his stomach as he tightened his grip on his backpack, hoisting it farther up on his back and slipping through the front doors of joe’s pizzeria. the bell rang, another familiar sound, and hint that casper had been here a few too many times. he walked to the back of the restaurant without thinking, it was almost subconscious really to go to their table. it was where they’d always sat, as long as he could remember. he smiled when he saw her, but his foot got caught somewhere between the floor and the air, and he found himself tripping over his own two feet. thankfully, he didn’t actually fall, but he heard someone behind him laugh in a way that could only be at him. his face turned a bright red, and he shuffled a little faster before sitting down at the table with molly. ”h-h-hey.” he said with a small smile. he needed time to get over the embarrassing near fall. he usually didn’t stutter around molly anymore, it was rather amazing how at ease he was becoming with her actually. he put his backpack on the chair beside him. ”did you order the pizza yet?”

tag ! leahhface/mollsy
outfit ! i’m torn ,
notes ! ily? (:
boombox ! mayday parade.