havvkinsqueen

[havvkinsqueen]

— the vibe I’m currently bringing to my friend’s server;

#looking out a dirty old window */ OOC #// when I’m comfortable I turn into a gremlin #Also I’m super overtired so my filter is diminished and I will be overthinking it tomorrow tbh

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Always. I just thought it was sonder or just... Longing for more than life has offered me. Why? Is everything okay?"

❛  do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else?  ❜ / @havvkinsqueen

#i sit here alone and i wonder why */ CONVO #svnflowehrs */ #sofia benowitz */ #verse tbd #// of course she's okay!

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Hearing 'you can stay as long as you want' sounded like salvation to Chrissy's ears. She was a runaway, telling her mother that of course she could fend for herself. More than anything, she wanted away from Laura Cunningham. Because one more day would have destroyed her- Spirit and soul killed. "Really?" she whispered, not quite believing it. This was Daisy Jones, after all. Chrissy knew this, who didn't? Everyone knew her and The Six. So to be allowed to just... Stay, no strings attached? She was dreaming.

--- But the question came, it always did. And why would she lie to Daisy since she was being so kind to her. Just a kid from Indiana. "My mom isn't the nicest to me. And I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to be as far away from her and Indiana that I could manage," she admitted, blue eyes cast down at the table. Chrissy gave a small shrug before finally looking up at the woman. "I wanted to prove I could do better. I- It's not very like me, any of this. I just. I felt trapped."

home or not , daisy jones has seen the ruin los angeles can cause for girls like @havvkinsqueen. the air of sincerity and kindness , like a reflection of before daisy had found life on the strip. ❛ you can stay as long as you want. ❜ she's across kitchen island , manicured fingers holding mug of coffee. it was now how she made it through long days of studio time and practice. a much better alternative then it had been in the past.

it's placed down against tile , giving curious tilt of head. ❛ indiana is a long way away. ❜ it isn't any of her business , so she's careful to tread. ❛ so why here? ❜ city from the outside is full of glamour in it's appeal. chances at finger tips , stardom and fame. was it the same? not that it mattered , it wouldn't change the offer that stood.

#friday night and everyone's moving */ PARA #selfruin */ #daisy jones */ THE SIX #aurora */ DJATS #// I want you to know I replied and queued this like 3 seconds after you posted this

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Yeah? Even if it makes me sound absolutely mad? You'd think of me absolutely differently, I think." @thwolvss

⤻ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 █ ❨ @havvkinsqueen ❩ . ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

❝ you can talk to me anytime. ❞

#i sit here alone and i wonder why */ CONVO #rvnawyss */ #sean diaz */ LOBOS #riders on the storm */ LIFE IS STRANGE

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Deal," Chrissy countered back. Chrissy always worried about things but he didn't need to know. But it was nice to just be a teenager and just dance. But there was something about Abba that made that easy- Whether out in public or alone in her room with her stereo. Singing out loud when usually she wouldn't, especially in front of others. Dancing something that wasn't choreographed, again, in front of people. "So, tell me about California. I've never been. Probably won't ever be. Do you miss it?" she asked, trying to make some idle chit chat.

" Don't worry about it. " He said as he twirls her. " just have fun okay, I wanna see those dancin' shoes moving princess. " He smiles, slow and easy, eyes falling into their usual half mast position. He's almost relaxed — which is about as relaxed as he ever got without a few beers or half a bottle of cheap whiskey in him. But it was easy to do when he had a cute girl so close. He didn't know what what perfume or whatever she wore but it was wonderful. Her singing was shit but it was the joy in it that made it something incredible.

#down below the cars in the city go rushing by */ SEMI #mtvatlas */ #billy hargrove */ KEG KING #verse tbd

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy looks down the barrel of a gun, focusing more on that than the man holding it. Shaking. This was it for her. Inhale and exhale. This was all her own fault, really. If she didn't cut things so close and her car didn't break down, she would be safe at home. Emphasis on the word safe. But in a way, he looked just as scared as her. Anyone with half a brain would be during The Purge. "No, no weapon. I- I promise," she sputtered out, holding her hands up as if at a police hold up. Swallowing, the waiting and anxiety was really starting to get to her. "If you're going to do something can, uh, can you just do it?"

He keeps his gun aimed, pistol shaking just slightly with a nervous twitch as he lets the situation sink in. She can't be more than four feet tall (okay she's taller than that, but--), but he can't trust anyone. Not tonight. Didn't matter if she looked like she's never hurt a fly in her life-- he didn't know her. She could be the deadliest assassin this side of the purge. Still he recognizes a fear in her gaze, a fear he can empathize with. He doesn't lower the gun though, instead taking a small step back and swallowing a breath as his voice slips out, "Nothing? Not even a weapon?"

#down below the cars in the city go rushing by */ SEMI #sleazeballtm */ #ted spankoffski */ #dance in the graveyards */ FINAL GIRL

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Johanna reminded her of herself, in a way. Both were quite mousy and shy. And there was an air of something behind the other blonde's facade that Chrissy couldn't quite put her finger on. She often wondered, but never wanted to pry to ask more. Just as the blonde wouldn't want anyone to pry and ask about the pervasive melancholy that she emitted. So, as the two girls wandered about Chrissy did her best to include Johanna in conversation or any decisions they made. "Uhm. Yes and no. I know what I want to do, but what I'll likely do are quite different," she answered, which loosely translated to- I want to do one thing but my mother will likely veto it. "I love writing. I think I'd like to do that and maybe teach dance. But, I'll probably end up in nursing, or being an actual teacher." She looked at Johanna with a small smile. "I think I want to go to either Notre Dame, or Vanderbilt in Nashville. What about you?" She only managed either through cheer scholarships as her grades were mediocre at best.

@havvkinsqueen ( starter call. )

while most other teenagers play sick to stay home from school, johanna was nursing a headache as she tried to take notes in biology. being sick at home means no library in the afternoon. the library is the only thing keeping her from running into the woods and screaming ( or, it would be if she had the courage to ). it's career day, though, who can really blame her for not wanting to miss out? she's silently clung close to chrissy during the presentation. now that they're left to their own devices to walk around and explore, she continues to follow her around. she likes chrissy's presence, even if most of the other cheerleaders scare her. but she can't make it obvious that she's sticking by her? perhaps, if she was feeling better she could've come up with something better. ❝ do you know what you want to do? ❞ a shrug and a glance over her shoulder. ❝ when we graduate? do you . . . have a university or anything? ❞

#down below the cars in the city go rushing by */ SEMI #cannotfly */ #johanna barker */ CAGED BIRD #verse tbd

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy's eyes grew wide and she shook her head slightly. "Oh, no. I'm thinking maybe more food would be, uhm, a good thing?" she clarified. "You said it made you hungry, sometimes." And, truthfully, her eating more would be a good thing. Laura would disagree, and her mother's voice in her head ate away at her. "I'm sure I'll like it." Even if she didn't, if it relieved the hallucinations- The nightmares, it would be worth it. If it made the blonde feel like she was traveling through soup, she would like it. There was a quiet between them once more before Eddie spoke to her again. Queen. She hated the title. It was alienating. "You know, you don't have to call me that. I'm just Chrissy."

--- Chrissy watched @edhellfire and giggled at the antic. It was so silly but so... Well, Eddie. The one that she was slowly getting to know at least. The goofy guy who was definitely not mean or scary. "Uh, Cheeseburger, fries, and a sprite? Please?" she tentatively ordered. Rummaging around in her backpack, the cheerleader grabbed her wallet, pulling out money to pay him with.

@havvkinsqueen

"How are you even asking for more right now?" Eddie sounded very amused by her question. It was the way he poised the question, Chrissy didn't have to be looking at him to know that he was probably grinning when he said it - you could hear the grin in his words. "You don't even know if you like it yet." Some people tried drugs out of curiosity, or peer pressure, and ended up not liking it. Eddie had a gut feeling it was going to be like that for Chrissy. He didn't know her, well, at all really but she always seemed to have her shit together and on a high you have no control over your shit. He's assuming she'll hate not having control. "But anything the Queen wants, she will get." Whether that's more drugs, or… as they pulled up to a drive thru window, a cheeseburger.

Eddie rolled down the window, poking his head out as if the person on the other side of the speaker/mic wouldn't be able to hear him if he stayed inside the van. "Yeah, can I get a cheeseburger with fries and a coke. And…" He pulled his head back in and looked at Chrissy. "What'ya want? It's on me."

#friday night and everyone's moving */ PARA #edhellfire */ #eddie munson */ HELLFIRE #midnight promises */ SO IT GOES

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy was one for quiet evenings. Whether it was reading, or simply scrolling on her phone quietly in her room. She could be found holed up in her room and, more or less, avoiding her family. It was peaceful, and definitely an area of respite for her. It was the boring Chrissy. The true Chrissy, really. Popular at school, sure, but underwhelming when it came to it. It was a huge source of insecurity for her. If people really knew that and knew her, they would be disappointed. And she couldn't disappoint people.

--- Her phone buzzed and idly the blonde looked at it, tilting her head slightly upon seeing Rachel's name light up. It wasn't an out of the blue thing, they were friendly enough. Similar social circle. But it was more the content of what was in the text that piqued her interest.

[RACHEL AMBER] - Yes?

--- With the sound of knocking following, causing the cheerleader to nearly jump out of her skin.

[RACHEL AMBER] - IS THAT YOU?

[RACHEL AMBER] - PLEASE TELL ME THAT'S YOU.

--- Slowly, she moved over to her window and looked, eyes growing wide seeing Rachel outside. Blinking a few times to take in the sight, Chrissy opened the window. "Hello?"

In  one  of  the  pockets  of  the  thespian's  patch  adorned,  worn  and  torn  jacket,  there  was  a  lined  paper  on  which  she  compiled  a  list  of  everyone  who'd  wronged  her  that  week,  which  was  easy,  especially  compared  to  ascending  the  side  of  the  Cunningham  house—but  of  course,  no  one  should  know  if  and  when  Rachel  Amber  is  struggling,  so  she  made  that  look  easy  too.

She  perched  herself  outside  Chrissy  Cunningham's  window,  invisible  to  the  eyes  of  neighbors  and  passersby—  which  sounded  impressive  but  everything  was  at  this  hour,  minutes  away  from  midnight  —then  dipped  a  hand  into  one  of  the  pockets  of  her  jacket,  producing  her  cell  phone,  which  she  decorated  with  stickers  and  jewels,  and  scrolled  through  her  contact  list  until  she  found  the  cheerleader's  name.  She  then  typed  out  and  sent  a  message.

[  CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM.  ]    ➝    Knock  knock,  Chrissy  Cunningham.

With  that  message,  came  a  tap, tap  on  the  blonde's  bedroom  window.

[  CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM.  ]    ➝    Lemme  in? [  CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM.  ]    ➝    We've  got  business  to  discuss.

Which  in  and  of  itself  was  worth  an  eyebrow  raise  because  until  tonight,  it  was  as  if  Chrissy  wasn't  on  Rachel  Amber's  radar  at  all,  in  spite  of  the  fact  that  they  attended  the  same  school, lived in the same neighborhood  and  even  rivalled  each  other  in  popularity.  Another  tap, tap  against  the  window  occurred  a  minute  after  those  two  messages  were  sent,  aggressive and rushed this time.

[  CHRISSY  CUNNINGHAM.  ]    ➝    Before  I  freeze  preferably!

▐ SEMI PLOTTED STARTER FOR @havvkinsqueen. ♡

#friday night and everyone's moving */ PARA #prosperae */ #rachel amber */ HELLRAISER #verse tbd

[havvkinsqueen]

— Sending so much love to every Chrissy writer. Your taste is amazing! The love and care you give writing her is out of this world. The dash needs more Chrissy’s. You’re doing wonderful. Shout out your favorite Chrissy here!

#looking out a dirty old window */ OOC

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Life changed as Chrissy knew it almost overnight. From an aunt she was raised by and the only family she ever knew, to a mother she never knew. It was overwhelming, to be honest. Learning about her family, and everything that entailed. Chrissy had a lot to live up to. She was a Mikaelson witch. She was letting everyone down. The blonde had all this power but couldn't control it. And that felt almost shameful, if it was only the pressure she was putting on herself. A squeak as something shattered, leaning away from the bowl. "Oh. Uhm, yes, she did. I'm sorry," she answered as Freya came into her room. Being a seer was interesting as it was, but the way Chrissy saw things? She didn't always need to perform spells and do divining proper. They just came to her. Like a dream but awake.

--- "I appreciate that," she answered with a grateful sigh. She had enough lectures her whole life. Nothing but. Harsh lessons, too. Quickly, she moved to clean up the larger pieces of glass so that no one got hurt. "I think so. Settling in alright enough, at least. Thank you. Uhm, what should I do with this?"

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⸻⸻ Freya sighed from the door way of Chrissy's room, she'd been listening to the girl attempting to recite a spell for a little while, but after three attempts and a shattering sound, the older witch decided to intervine. "You're a first born Chrissy, your magic is far more powerful than you think, but I'm sure Dahlia taught you enough about that". For the worse Freya could only imagine. When Chrissy made her way into Freya's world, it had been like reuniting with her siblings but so much harder. The witch for years had thought her baby was lost, and it was all her fault. Here and now Chrissy wasn't a baby, she'd passed the puberty years, and with no doubts Dahlia had likely preserved her body the same way she'd done with Freya herself. Her life could have been so much different if she'd run all those years ago.

"I don't want to lecture you about magic right now" Freya smiled softly, she wanted to come across as being nothing like her aunt but only time would tell how much of Dahlia's parenting had really rubbed off on her. "have you settled in okay?"

#friday night and everyone's moving */ PARA #multi royalty */ #freya mikaelson */ ORIGINAL #bad omens */ THE ORIGINALS

[havvkinsqueen]

ABBA LYRICS STARTERS

“i try to capture every minute.”

“you won the war.”

“a little small talk, a smile - and baby i was stuck.”

“it used to be so good.”

“[s]he always used to look at me that way.”

“one day you’ll find out.”

“the sun is going down.”

“it’s getting dark.”

“i have learned to cope.”

“you can take the future.”

“i know the time is right.”

“everything seemed so easy.”

“one of us had to go.”

“i miss you so.”

“i lose my temper ten times a day.”

“i’d be doing alright, if it wasn’t for the nights.”

“take it easy with me.”

“touch my soul.”

“please, don’t let me down.”

“i don’t have a strategy.”

“one more toast.”

“there’s a voice in me that says ‘you shouldn’t be so mean’.”

“i can see it all so clearly.”

“was it a dream?”

“you are still my love.”

“i still see it all.”

“i must have made my desk about… a quarter after nine.”

“i hid a part of me away.”

“i must have read a while.”

“we had our chance.”

“i was so happy we had met.”

“walking hand in hand.”

“does it mean anything to you?”

“would you laugh at me, if i said i cared for you?”

“i have no friends.”

“i have to sit down for a while.”

“sometimes i wish that i could freeze the picture.”

“everybody screamed.”

“i was in a trance.”

“one of these days.”

“what a crazy day.”

“this is goodbye.”

“i have to go.”

“there is nothing we can do.”

“you’re so hot.”

“take it easy.”

“you’re so cute, i like your style.”

“i don’t wanna talk.”

“i figured it made sense.”

“does it feel the same?”

“i wish i understood.”

“you made me feel alive.”

for @neveragcd cause she asked for it and i love her so much (i bet this has been done by someone else many times but here you go <3)

#downtown the young ones are growing */ ASK MEME

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy's eyebrows furrowed slightly at what Max told her. 'Accepted the risk'. What exactly did that mean? Swallowing and nodding to the explanation. And, admittedly, she still didn't quite understand. She took note of the word usage from Max but didn't press. The blonde knew enough to know that if she pressed than the younger teen would shut down. Truthfully, not completely dissimilar to herself. "But..." she trailed off. "That. That doesn't have anything to do with this, y'know. Because you accepted the risk or, uhm, whatever. It was just because of an evil man." And maybe Chrissy could say that because she didn't have any involvement prior. Because she was a random victim. Because she didn't accept the risk. But that didn't mean that either was more or less deserving than the other. Both were cursed. It shouldn't have happened to either.

--- Blue eyes fell to the ground, as if ashamed, and nodded. "I'm terrified all the time. I see things... It. I.." she trailed off, realizing how crazy that it made her sound. But Max would get it. Even with the fact that she was still hallucinating. Visions. Finally, Chrissy looked up to the younger teen, gauging her reaction. And, thankfully, it didn't seem like she was taken aback. "You don't need to apologise, Max. You're going through the same thing. Or at least very similar. I'm sorry you're going through this. There's no reason either of us should have." She fell silent to listen to Max talk through things. She had enough sense to realise how major of a step forward this was. "I don't think you would have been breaking a promise," she quietly told her.

--- The topic of sleep came up. And it made Chrissy get a little sheepish. "Partially meds. Partially Eddie. He helps... I don't know. Chase things away. Is that really sappy or what?" the blonde laughed, realising how foolish it sounded. "I'm happy I have him. I couldn't do this alone. I couldn't do this without any of you."

The tough act, it worked so well-- except so many people saw through it. Lucas called her out on it constantly, he knew her down to her bones and it freaked her out. Almost as much as she loved it. That someone got her.. That he paid attention, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Chrissy had that, she had it with Eddie, and Max was grateful for it. She needed someone in her life that got her. The two girls needed to stop masking their pain with trying to be tough as nails, or plastering on a smile.

"I accepted the risk." Max shrugged, not sure if Chrissy would understand, but she couldn't really complain, could she? The red head signed up for this, she knew that she was in the line of fire the moment she agreed to hear Lucas out. "You have friends like I had-- you accept the risk, and you take on the weight they carry.." Yes she used the word had, because in her mind, she was still responsible for keeping them safe. Maybe she was being a little too open... but it had been so long since she could show even an ounce of vulnerability.

"A lie?" Her question whispered, head tilted to the side.. Fingers twitching ever so slightly. Max wasn't stupid, she had a feeling that Chrissy wasn't okay, she knew how it was to survive, and almost hope you hadn't. Fighting every day with the aftermath. "Somber? You have every right to be somber, but I am sorry that you have to go through this. I was sworn to secrecy you know?" She wasn't sure why she was spilling this. Probably to get a piece of the guilt out in the open? "Maybe if I had... I couldn't break my promise." Not to him, not to Lucas. If it was Mike, maybe, but not Lucas. "You get sleep every night? -- How? For the love of God, please tell me how?" Now she was practically begging. Max was lucky to get sleep every three or four days. The word nightmare wasn't lost on her, but it had to be better than not sleeping, right? "I'm glad you have Eddie... He needs you too ya know?"

#friday night and everyone's moving */ PARA #zoomingupthathill */ #max mayfield */ zoomer #oh mama dear we're not the fortunate ones */ GROUP VERSE

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy had work. Near every day she had a game she had to get ready for. From 5-10 at least she was away from her family. And while this was going on, Eddie was on Sara duty. At the moment, she was coloring quietly in the kitchen under her father's supervision. Chrissy, however, was in the bathroom doing her makeup for the game. "Eddie, stop being weird," she called back as she put eyeliner on. Taking a moment to pause and lean out the door she looked at her daughter who simply put, looked confused. "Sara, sweetie, don't listen to your dad he ate too much candy when he was younger and it made his brain act up." Pointed look at Eddie before returning to the bathroom.

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Considering the circumstances of Sara’s birth - seeing her grow big, healthy, and happy? That was everything. Eddie couldn’t be upset about that,it just wasn’t possible. Not really. He loved to see it, but it all felt like it was happening too fast. Wasn’t that just the way it was for them, though? He and Chrissy both? Forced to grow up fast. Maybe it took longer than it should have for them to get together her, officially… but moving in together? Getting married, having a kid. A kid who was now walking, talking, and using the big girl potty.

They were a young couple, young parents - but their daughter kept getting older. It was quite rude, really. There was no reason for him to feel this old… he wasn’t even thirty. Frowning, Eddie passed Sara a blue crayon. “She’s growing up too fast. Look, she’s coloring inside the lines! Chrissy, tell her to stop.” He was only half/joking.

#down below the cars in the city go rushing by */ SEMI #vitaegratis */ #eddie munson */ HELLFIRE #til forever falls apart */ CHICAGO

[havvkinsqueen]

#much later baby you’ll be saying nevermind */ MUSINGS

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Eddie looked like he had seen a ghost. He was so shocked that Chrissy even looked behind her to see if he was talking to anyone else. He wasn't. Glancing back at her friends who gave her some passing glances to her, she turned back to Eddie and gave a small shrug. "Just sorta found my way here," she admitted. A lot of that was her sort of walking slowly behind the girls she knew as they flirted with the guys they so obviously liked. Always a little tag along.

--- "I'm here with some people I know. But I think they only wanted me here to convinced their frat dates to come," she admitted sadly. It definitely just reeked of high school mentality when she said it aloud. It was lonely, she was lonely. "I'm really happy I get to see you play! I'm going to stay the whole time you're on!" she gushed, eyes wide. @edhellfire had invited her to see him play once upon a time, and she never took him up on that. Granted, she wasn't exactly able to. The injuries and rehab was intense and her mother was breathing down her neck even more than she usually did.

@havvkinsqueen

Out of all the people he could expect to run into at a bar, he'd never guess Chrissy! Gareth, maybe. Jeff. Hell, even Steve. Chrissy? In a bar in Indianapolis!? He would have slapped himself across the face to confirm he wasn't dreaming but the way she asked him if he was okay confirmed it for him without the need for pain. That genuine concern and the softness in her voice was undoubtebly Chrissy.

"What are you doing here?" He sounded as surprised as he looked. A part of him dared to wonder if she heard he was playing and came to see him. You know, wishful thinking. There was a lot of wishful thinking surrounding Chrissy Cunningham. He wished she would have seen him as her knight in shining armor after the events of 1986. Instead they drifted apart. No hard feelings. Pretty much everyone drifted apart after 1986. It was like no one wanted to remember. Eddie had trouble forgetting though. The scars on his body were a constant reminder; not only of what happened but of his failiures. His sacrifice did nothing for anyone - not for Max, not for Hawkins, and it left his uncle Wayne with a lot of medical debt.

"Are you alone? You shouldn't be alone, Chrissy. This city sucks."

#friday night and everyone's moving */ PARA #edhellfire */ #eddie munson */ HELLFIRE #midnight promises */ SO IT GOES

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy wasn't a stranger to the floors of high school bathrooms. She was even less a stranger when it came to crying in them. It was lonely. Her home life was lonely. And it was a huge part of why she tried so hard to be kind to everyone, because she knew smiles didn't always mean what you thought they did.

--- Feeling someone sit next to her, Chrissy lifts her forehead from the knees which were drawn to her chest and looked to see who it was. Most likely, someone shocked to see one of the most popular girls in school sitting on the bathroom floor. Kate Wallis. They weren't friends but they were friendly. Similar social circles. "Hi," the blonde answered in a similarly soft voice, giving a smile. "It is a little bit. Ooh, I hesitate to think of what's on the floor," she replied with a soft laugh.

--- Sometimes, she felt like people didn't see her. They saw her, of course, but only how they wanted to. How Chrissy herself fed them to see. Whatever they need her to be, she is. But Kate seeing her like this? Arguably her most authentic? It meant a lot. "No. I-" she paused. "Things are so tough, y'know? So much pressure.." The blonde fell silent. Usually, she would rather keep up appearances, but Kate was always so kind. "I would really love that, actually."

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it's always the rays of sunshine who hurt the deepest. she knows that from experience. trained to hug their pain close to their chest, hope that they can melt it down to nothing with a strong embrace and a smile. sunshine, meet sunshine. there's a gentle smile on kate's face when she sits down beside chrissy cunningham in a high school bathroom.

she pays no mind to how filthy it is. her mama would surely lose her mind if she knew her darling daughter was staining a new dress in . . . whatever this floor compiles. she doesn't even want to think about it. "hey," her voice is soft, gaze warm. there's nothing imposing or pressuring about her demeanor. "chilly, isn't it? the floor, i mean. kinda nice . . . if you don't think too much 'bout what you're sittin' on."

legs draw close to her chest. keds press flat against tile. "you okay?" she asks, arms draped across her knees. "i mean, you don't have to tell me anythin'. i just . . . know what it's like to feel a lil alone, y'know? not that you are. just . . . " she shrugs, smile turning a bit sheepish, teeth teasing at her lip. "if you are, i can keep you some company. no pity here."

#friday night and everyone's moving */ PARA #neveragcd */ #kate wallis */ CRUEL SUMMER #verse tbd #// can we put this in cruel summer verse? the idea of 90s chrissy has me by the throat