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she felt the rough calloused fingers wrap securely around her wrist and in any other instance she would have liked his touch, craved it but not here and not now. she set her features in a stern scowl, trying to mimic the same anger and frustration he was personifying. ādonāt. touch. me,ā she seared, making sure to pause in between words to communicate her seriousness. ācut the crap? have a conversation? i fuckinā am but again you arenāt listening to me.ā she wanted to kick and scream and cry. she would do anything to get adam to realize what she was saying. to realize why she was upset. āas far as i am concerned, i am doing the bare minimum. i am the one talking and you are stumbling over your words trying to keep up. well, that and being this stoic angry man who can compute the emotions i am professing to you.ā she stole her wrist back from his grasp, holding the shaking bundle of nerves to the center of her chest. this sudden surge adrenaline fueled anger pushing her small fragile depressive episode to the side.Ā
ādid you just ask me to spare you?ā she repeated in disgusted shock, eyes squinting to near slits. payton studied his face as it contorted to realization, following his hands as they fumbled with the collar of his shirt. her voice broke into an amused cackle, head tilting backward in amused ecstasy. āwhat? nothing to say?ā she challenged, talking a bold step forward to invade his personal space. she brought her left hand to wrap around his throat, forcing him to tilt his neck so she could look at the hickies again. āhuh? real fuckinā silent now, yeh?ā she released her own grip, taking three giant steps backward to let space become her ally. her small semblance of confidence seemingly on a timer as she felt its embers burn out. āyou do not get to ask me that question right now.ā he didnāt have to know who lucas was. he seemingly knew everything else about her life and that was the sole reason this argument was happening. āi literally just told you the issue. i donāt know your birthday. i donāt know a fucking thing about you. i know fuck all. i have your name and that you smoke and like to fuck. thatās it. is that normal? is that a normal thing between two people? i thought there was more to this but i was wrong. and thatās fine. i get it now. you made it so clear to me right in this moment with the commotion and the defensiveness and the hickies and all of it. it makes sense. itās fine.ā she babbled on some more, nodding her head to convince herself of the truth. āare we done?ā she repeated his words even more confused than she was before. the way he framed the question made it seem like there was something more to them. some unspoken emotions he also witnessed and felt.. āwhat is that? what is this we? elaborate. what is it that you want from me?āĀ
it was a question she wasnāt sure if she was ready for the answer to or not.Ā a long exhale erupted past her lips as she searched his eyes, but she didnāt want an answer to her question. she was too scared of his reality of what he had built and promised himself for his entire life. she knew he thought he didnāt deserve her kindness or company. āi guess we arenāt.ā though, she wasnāt sure.
RETRIEVES THE HAND EVEN QUICKER THANĀ he had extended it, the sternness in the voice making his eyes widen while they soullessly stare at her uniquely displeased face. didnāt think the day sheād finally look at him with an ounce of well-deserved disgust would happen before he let down the guard enough to fill her in on few messed up things from the past, but hey! look at him in action, fucking up possibly meaningful relationships by doing the bare minimum. takes balls to be so shit it genuinely becomes a talent. simon cowell would die for him. ātās fuckinā bullshit.ā frowns when she accuses him of not listening, because- what the fuck, he absolutely is? heās just struggling a little, thatās all. but heās trying to hang in there! he really is. hasnāt entirely lost his cool, yet, despite being on the spot with absolutely no resources to grab onto, so.. that should give him some points. it could be much worse. right? right! it does, indeed, get worse when she basically calls him a stupid dickhead. well, not directly, but.. sheās coming for him, and quite frankly, correct assumptions about himself are not something he wants to be facing right now.Ā āyeah, dude.ā nonchalant as fuck, almost unbotheredĀ even though he definitely is.Ā āfuckinā- got me there, i guess.ā a humorless chuckle.Ā
his grave feels deeper with each second. figures it will make for a good nightās sleep once heās done kicking himself over tonightās events. hearing her cackle as if sheās about to either break down emotionally āā or, break his face āā has got to be one of the more uncomfortable things heās experienced in the last few days. she must really fucking hate him right now.. doesnāt she? heās almost convinced by the way she's rudely invading his personal space, exposing him for what he wouldāve ideally not mentioned, ever. and sheās absolutely right. heās got nothing to say in his defense, so he chooses to remain silent. isnāt quick enough to swat away the hand before itās wrapping around his throat, manipulating the movements of his neck. in a normal situation, he would probably be impressed, perhaps even a little turned on by this sudden act of dominance on her part, but in this moment? he couldnāt be any further from impressed. looks down at her with certain bitterness, jaw set, head still slightly tilted to the side, even once she steps back.Ā āwhat dāya want me to say, huh?ā well, definitely not what he then ends up coming up with. āiām so fuckinā sorry, payton-ā mocks, which.. by the way is completely unnecessary at this point.Ā āaside from you, iām screwing at least four other people.Ā is that what yaā wanna hear? are yaā fuckinā better now? fuckās sake.ā casually nasty. christ, she shouldāve strangled him when she had the chance. the fact she refuses to tell him about this mysterious lucas, or tony, or whatever dude sets him off despite him having done completely nothing to deserve such information, but he doesnāt push the subject, eventually just rolling his eyes a bit and throwing out a blunt littleĀ āwhatever.ā goes back into silent mode when she actually spills the beans, directly fills him in on why theyāre having this conversation, and finally... it clicks. apparently knowing a lot of stuff about another person doesnāt make for a stellar relation when the other person doesnāt know shit about you. who wouldāve thought? certainly not adam, who, by now, may or may not have convinced himself itās too late anyway. heās already fucked up big time. thereās no going up from here. watches her while she speaks, bit frantic, but blunt enough to make him feel some type of way.Ā āright.ā acknowledges after a moment of silence that only paints him as an even bigger idiot.Ā āno, guess tās not.ā a simple shrug.Ā ānormal, i mean."Ā
āwhat are they?ā is another topic heās not majorly excited about, the idea of even trying to explain how his heart might beat a bit faster whenever sheās around too far-fetched for him to even want to put into words. doesnāt want to expose himself completely, let her in on this secret that could easily be none of her business. āoh, christ- simmer down.ā itās a tough call, but in the long run, he really wants the girl to be happy.Ā which.. he knows she wonāt be if she ends up emotionally involved with him. seriously, all sheās got to do is just ask around. itās common knowledge that a fair 90% of his exes hate his guts, and.. more power to them. paytonās a good person. deserves good things. with that mindset, he comes up with a new game plan, which involves blowing up everything heās been trying to work towards in just a couple of words.Ā ānah, okay, fuck- actually jāst.. forget it.ā shakes his head, even after she sounds like sheās willing to give him the chance. āuhh, yāknow what?ā his stomach suddenly in knots. ādonāt think i can do this, my guy.ā corners of the mouth twitch up into a brief, apologetic smile thatās somehow supposed to soothe the blow for both of them. āi mean, this is... not gonna work.ā even if he really, really wants it to. broken guitar pick digs into the skin of his palm, the sinking feeling heās become so accustomed to washing over āā almost addictive, the way it drowns him in an in an instant, familiar mold spreading through the otherwise empty lump of skin and bones. āyouāre a cool girl ān all, but.. weāre jāst not on the same page,Ā ām afraid. sorry.āĀ Ā
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ššš ššššššššĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā thinking heās the hottest shit @ irvingās founders festival.Ā
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šššššš šššššššĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā being one hell of a babeā¢ @ irvingās founders festival.Ā
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šššš šššššĀ Ā Ā Ā not looking like an absolute maggot @ irvingās founders festival.Ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā theĀ banteringĀ backĀ andĀ forthĀ betweenĀ oldestĀ andĀ notĀ oldest,Ā alwaysĀ theĀ same.Ā rolesĀ areĀ easily,Ā andĀ often,Ā reversedĀ betweenĀ theĀ twoĀ ofĀ them.Ā itĀ wasnātĀ hardĀ toĀ beĀ theĀ responsibleĀ adultĀ whenĀ inĀ theĀ womanāsĀ presence;Ā barĀ wasĀ setĀ nearlyĀ onĀ theĀ ground.Ā no,Ā itĀ wasĀ completelyĀ onĀ theĀ ground.Ā blueĀ eyesĀ rollĀ atĀ brotherāsĀ commentĀ andĀ sheĀ leansĀ furtherĀ backĀ inĀ herĀ seat.Ā ācouldĀ justĀ tellĀ dearĀ olāĀ mumĀ toĀ fuckĀ rightĀ off.āĀ sheĀ suggests.Ā bothĀ siblingsĀ knowĀ itĀ wonātĀ happen.Ā thereĀ isĀ tooĀ muchĀ toĀ loseĀ shouldĀ theĀ matriarchĀ cutĀ oneĀ off;Ā aĀ freeĀ bed,Ā theĀ cashĀ thatĀ rollsĀ inĀ onĀ whatĀ seemsĀ likeĀ aĀ constantĀ basis.Ā whatĀ elseĀ wouldĀ fuelĀ herĀ 100Ā vices?Ā grinĀ cutsĀ throughĀ otherwiseĀ dullĀ featuresĀ asĀ aĀ smallĀ boxĀ isĀ fishedĀ fromĀ overflowingĀ purseĀ beforeĀ her,Ā aĀ cigaretteĀ placedĀ betweenĀ chappedĀ lips.Ā āawĀ puppy,āĀ sheĀ mufflesĀ aroundĀ it.Ā āisĀ mommyĀ notĀ lettingĀ youĀ wearĀ yourĀ bigĀ girlĀ pants?āĀ sheĀ smirks,Ā thenĀ aĀ flameĀ licksĀ upĀ theĀ dart,Ā whichĀ sheĀ inhalesĀ from.Ā Ā āhavenātĀ beenĀ toĀ theĀ aquariumĀ sinceĀ iĀ wasĀ likeĀ fuckināĀ ten.āĀ aĀ lie;Ā sheĀ wentĀ lastĀ month,Ā highĀ asĀ aĀ kite.Ā thatĀ wasĀ aĀ wildĀ ride,Ā butĀ sheĀ doesnātĀ rememberĀ it.Ā āfine,Ā fine,Ā whatever.Ā iĀ couldĀ useĀ theĀ cashĀ anyway.ā
THE HYSTERICAL CACKLE he lets out at the suggestion could be enough to startle an entire neighborhood, knees brought up to the chest, slender arms wrapped around long legs, preventing them from just flailing, frantically. folded like a cheap ikea chair, he now looks at her with this usual, near feral glint in his eye, chin rested on top of a bony knee.Ā āand then what?ā sounds almost invested before straight-up laughing in her face.Ā āsleep on the pier until a kind-hearted stranger with alluring blue eyes gives us below-average paid jobs in an ice cream truck?ā thereās great seriousness behind the words that remains even as he goes on. āi canāt work in customer service, allison. iām sensitive.ā and a massive mommaās boy whoād literally die without homecooked meals every single evening, but thatās a story for another day. bottom line is.. he knows better than actually going against their mother, as tempting as it may sometimes feel. watches as she fishes out the cigarettes, body falling back onto the couch as a greedy hand extends in her direction. the excitement for a possible nicotine shock is however murdered the second she starts rudely mocking him.Ā āsheās being a silly cunt,ā eventually admits, though making sure to lower his voice a notch in case their motherās lurking around. ābut iām at peace with it. sure, i may have consideredĀ sabotage;Ā blowing up the van, releasing venomous reptiles into her bedroom at night, hanging myself from the ceiling fan, but... you know what? iām not gonna do it. because iām a team player.ā yeah, thatās right. heās the fucking man. squints at the statement. āno, no- i think you went last month?ā corrects, because suddenly heās her manager.Ā āhigh as a kite. remember?ā doubts it. so, he moves on, clapping his hands when she finally decides to go along. ādelightful! weāre meeting for further details in,ā looks at the imaginary watch, securely wrapped around his wrist.Ā ātwo and a half hour. donāt forget your balaclava.āĀ
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ SOĀ CALLĀ AGAINĀ ?Ā Ā bitchĀ ,Ā thisĀ isĀ notĀ aĀ oneĀ callĀ kindĀ ofĀ dealĀ .Ā solidĀ threeĀ ringsĀ ,Ā threeĀ timesĀ beforeĀ youĀ giveĀ up.Ā iāmĀ hurtĀ ,Ā trulyĀ fuckināĀ tornĀ upĀ thatĀ youĀ gaveĀ upĀ onĀ meĀ soĀ damnĀ easily .Ā whatĀ theĀ actualĀ fuc āĀ Ā āĀ Ā handsĀ comeĀ up ,Ā pressingĀ overĀ hisĀ chestĀ asĀ mockĀ offenseĀ isĀ takenĀ andĀ heĀ stepsĀ backĀ fromĀ theĀ other .Ā alwaysĀ oneĀ withĀ aĀ flareĀ forĀ theĀ dramatics ,Ā heĀ flicksĀ hisĀ headĀ toĀ theĀ sideĀ inĀ attemptĀ toĀ flipĀ hairĀ thatĀ isĀ tooĀ shortĀ toĀ beĀ flippedĀ .Ā Ā theĀ lastĀ fewĀ wordsĀ outĀ ofĀ theĀ brunet ,Ā however ,Ā haveĀ himĀ pausingĀ inĀ hisĀ spot .Ā Ā lipsĀ purseĀ andĀ heĀ quicklyĀ glancesĀ toĀ himĀ fromĀ theĀ cornerĀ ofĀ hisĀ eye .Ā Ā āĀ itĀ betterĀ beĀ soĀ muchĀ goodĀ sexĀ ,Ā Ā youĀ haveĀ SOĀ MUCHĀ toĀ makeĀ upĀ for ,Ā babyĀ boy .Ā Ā āĀ Ā heĀ takesĀ aĀ deepĀ breathĀ Ā andĀ movesĀ toĀ straddleĀ theĀ otherāsĀ lap .Ā Ā āĀ fineĀ fineĀ ,Ā letāsĀ go .Ā Ā āĀ Ā kissĀ pressedĀ toĀ theĀ otherāsĀ forehead beforeĀ pullingĀ awayĀ toĀ lookĀ atĀ himĀ again.Ā Ā āĀ speakingĀ ofĀ drugĀ abuseĀ ,Ā Ā weĀ bestĀ tonight .Ā Ā āĀ Ā
INSTANTLY PLAYS ALONG, gasping at the otherās entertainingly dramatic performance as a dainty hand moves to rest over the heart.Ā āoh my god, emily?ā heartbroken, disappointed.Ā āi canāt believe youāre, like, totally yelling at me right now?ā he isnāt, but thatās entirely beside the point. āwhat if i couldnāt call you because i was literally beingĀ chased?ā says as if it actually happened. āmy life couldāve been in so much danger, and you wouldnāt even know, because youāre too busy being a salty littleĀ bitch...Ā bitch.āĀ Ā hands are now placed on the hips, legs crossed, shady sound effects playing in the back of his mind to complete this almost reality tv worthy showdown between two dance moms. the faux stern, dramatic expression softens when the interaction takes a full one-eighty, hazel hues rested on the other, flirtatiously playful smile spreading across features.Ā āuh, yah,Ā duh? as if iād ever not deliver.ā allows himself to gloat a little before making space in his lap for the brunet to shamelessly claim. manicured hands wander down the otherās chest, head tilting back.Ā āyouāre gonna beĀ so in love with me by the end of tonight.ā assures.Ā āi prommy.ā makes sure to sound completely serious, not cracking until a soft kiss is pressed to his forehead. nose scrunches up, the smile only growing, chuckle escaping when the subject goes back to drugs.Ā āwell.. iām on a no-carb diet, so i only do marijujijana, but.. i can totally, like, seductively run my fingers through your hair while youāre popping molly in the scuba bathroom.ā offers, like a good girlfriend would, fingers now running through the boyās brown locks, as if to demonstrate. a moment of almost casual intimacy, before heās gently tapping the otherās chin.Ā āokay, bitchy- off now. we have to get all dolled up.āĀ
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she finally takes the time to look at him. to really look at him. her grey-blue oceanic eyes studying the worry lines in his face, taking note of how good his button down hawaiin shirt clings to his body. she almost wanted to reach out and rub his frustration away with the pads of her fingers, peppering kisses across his cheeks as she mumbled a string of apologies for being stupid or a bother or weak or pathetic or vulnerable or just all of the above. almost. then she saw them. she saw the deep dark purple welts peaking from the collar of his shirt. the mix of bruised reds and eggplant purples that werenāt from her own sexual advances. they werenāt her kisses that marked his skin. he had been with other people. he had been with others. not her. and it shouldnāt have been a surprise. it really shouldnāt have. it shouldnāt have made her eyes water and bile climb up her esophagus. it shouldnāt have made her ball her fists even harder so that her nails made deeper impressions in her palms. the jealousy was nearly palpable but what could she realistically do? bring it up in an already tense conversation? paint herself as some crazy ex girlfriend when they werenāt even officially together? they had agreed to this the second they became friends with benefits. she was fine with it. was she? her hands began to tremble from the anxiety of it all, the soft music playing in the background feeling octaves too loud as it pounded against her eardrums. she remembered her first toxic relationship and how rhysand had told her she was too clingy and suffocating. was she being the same way now? yes.
switch it off payton. just switch it off. your mother could do it, you can too. she pulled her sleeves even further over her hands, completely engulfing them behind the fabric of her clothes, hiding the way they were shaking from the confrontation.Ā āmā not upset,ā she whispered inaudibly. she looked around the room like a deer in headlights, feeling the simmering stares and mumbled whispers. she was making a scene? she didnāt think she was. was she?Ā āām not making a scene. iām not crazy-ā it felt like there was a hidden context to his phrase, like her propositions were painting her in a certain light.Ā āi am talking to you but you arenāt listening.ā her stomach hurt. her breathing was irregular. and was it her or did the walls of the room suddenly get closer? like everything was just caving in. it came down like a wave and then there was nothing. just numbness. her pupils dilated, face void of further emotion as she tried to mimic mannerisms she had learned from her drugged out mother.Ā
she clasped her hands in front of her chest and smiled brightly.Ā āyou are not even worth the calories i burn talking to you.ā that was the jealousy talking. yup, definitely the jealousy from the hickie reveal.Ā ālook adam,ā it was almost scary how calm and calculated her voice had become, like a disassociation had occurred just as her bodyās defense mechanism to protect herself from a full on panic attack.Ā āthis one is on me. i looked too much into our relationship or friendship or whatever. that is my bad. wonāt happen again. youāre free to fuck whoever ya want as i clearly see has happened. i think your foundation shade is light for the future if you want to do something to cover up your neck,ā she waved her sweater clad hand over her neck in demonstration.Ā āyou could also use a cold spoon and apply to the area to spread up the healing. anywho, yeah. glad thatās cleared up. thatās that.Ā āave a good night ānd birthday. would love to stay longer but i left lucas at my place and he promised to have a star wars marathon with me so cheers again. loved seeing you. love the shirt. you look great, yeh?ā she sidestepped pass his tall frame, reaching for a glass in a strangers hand. she didnāt know what was in it but she had assumed it was alcohol. she couldnāt quite understand why she felt so self destructive in that moment, especially stealing the red solo cup and lifting it in the air in a proper cheers fashion.Ā āletās hear it everyone! happy birthday to you,ā she initiated as everyone joined together to sing.Ā āhappy birthday to you. happy birthday dear adam. happy birthday to you.ā the room erupted in claps as payton tilted her head backward and downed the contents in the cup like she had seen many of her friends do before, her father and people on television. she so desperately wanted to contort her face in disgust at the taste but she didnāt to prove a point. stubbornness runs miles. that was her first drink, ever.Ā ācheers,ā she said in unison to the party goers, holding the empty cup in the air as she motioned toward the exit.Ā
"UH, YEAH? YEAH, YAā FUCKINā ARE!ā argues, even though he really, really doesnāt wanna be that guy. hates those guys āā these stupid assholes who assume youāre feeling some type of way because your voice sounded a little pointed when you declined the three for two avocado offer. but in this case? he knows heās onto something because, despite his phd in being a dense piece of shit, he can genuinelyĀ tell sheās not having a blast. āso, cut that crap, please, and letās try to have a fuckinā conversation, maybe?ā from the way her eyes progressively turn a different shade of sadĀ to how sheās clenching her little fists as if sheās ready to either magically evaporate or punch him straight in the jaw. he deserves it. prefers it, if anything. would rather walk around with a busted lip than have to watch one of the only people he has brought himself to genuinely give an ounce of crap about suddenly seeing him for the fuck up heās always been.Ā heās making her anxious, and thatās making him anxious. itās like the mirror game youād play in theater, if the mirror game you played in theater made you feel like a nasty scumbag. thereās aĀ genuine sense of helplessness behind blue eyes as they watch her every move; how sheās kind of trembling, how her expression constantly hints she might burst into real tears. now, heād have to slit his throat if that happened. bringing your crush to tears by, as far as heās concerned, doing the bare minimum? god, would that make him hitler, or what? briefly considers running off, hiding somewhere, dying under unknown circumstances. sadly, his feet are nailed to the parquet, body stuck in this compromising position as he lets the universe give him a villain edit in his own living room.Ā
ādidnāt say yaā were.ā shakes his head, denying immediately, as itās the truth. roll the tape, folks! he said some mildly hostile things, but.. not once called herĀ crazy. itās the last thing he wants to do - get so carried away he accidentally pulls his least favorite party trick of calling someone something they arenāt in order to either simply insult them or momentarily take the heat off of himself. would especially hate to do it to her. can you imagine? calling your crush an idiot, or something? so yeah, heās trying not to jump into the blunt insult pool. does that give him a lighter sentence? brain denies with a string of foul words that only add to the cracks on his already thinning wall of self-confidence.Ā āi am talking to you but you arenāt listening.ā she claims, and heās suddenly left without arguments, as all of the things he feels like he wants to say in that moment refuse to come naturally. donāt give up on him. please.Ā āare yaā kiddinā me?ā a more unpleasant alternative. āno dude, youāre absolutely fuckināĀ not. youāre jāst- sayinā a bunch of shit,ā thatās one way to put it. āān-Ā ān when i try to fuckinā ask about it, you tell me nothingās fuckinā wrong!ā frustrated by the impotence, starts involuntarily becoming more and more stand-offish. wishes that he could know exactly whatās going through her mind, that he could have a cheat sheet of all the right words to blurt out to put out this fire before it gets to the curtains. but instead of water, he seems to mistakenly reach for a bottle of turpentine.Ā āyāhave to work with me, payt. canāt read your fuckinā mind.āĀ
and then.. cue the switch in mood. watches as she goes from near crying to almost manic, the seemingly happy smile like a knife in the gut, the words that follow only twisting the blade until itās millimeters away from the spleen. canāt believe sheād say that. but most importantly? canāt believe heās soĀ offended by it.Ā ājesus fucking christ, man. fuckinā- spare me.ā a defensive scoff, the underlying malice something he genuinely doesnāt seem aware of. and then she goes off. and boy, oh boy, was he not prepared. first of all, he wasnāt even aware of the stupid, ugly shirt he had put on earlier suddenly betraying him like that, the top button undone, exposing just a little more skin than he wouldāve wanted to show tonight. the damage is done - it dawns on him while he awkwardly tries to close the thing back up, all while listening to her beauty guru advice on how to cover up hickeys and other potential-relationship-ruining marks. christ, he probably looks like such an idiot. all wide-eyed, painfully self-aware, no longer feeling nearly as intoxicated as he would like. canāt manage a word, giving her the microphone, letting her tear into him in the fairest way possible. by the time sheās finished, heās absolutely dumbfounded, speechless, wouldnāt even know where to begin. so much that could be said. he could try to defend himself? maybe explain? say something encouraging? heās got few seconds to think about it, make a decision.Ā āwho the fuck is lucas?ā is the verdict, delivered with faint hints of bitterness thatās in no way reserved for a man like him. got no right to be feeling jealous, and yet there he is, feeling jealous. though, itās nothing compared to the nausea that spreads through his body the second she grabs the cup from someoneās hand. jaw tightens, eyes set on herĀ āā partially challenging, mostly pleading. donāt do this, girl. so much for not making a scene. tenses up the second her voice fills the room, followed by countless pairs of eyes, digging into his soul. and suddenly theyāre singingĀ for him. smiling at him. laughing, while his windpipe is full of maggots, guts detaching themselves from their designated spots, diving and dissolving in the sea of stomach acids. can he call an uber? clenches his fists, lips pressed into a thin line, trying to form something that could pass as a semi-smile, to trick the audience payton has suddenly let in on their private little shitshow. feels exposed. could implode. and then- snap. it breaks in his balled up hand- the guitar pick, sweet memories of three minutes ago, when everything wasnāt on the way to fucking hell. fuck.Ā āfuck!ā hisses, just as she finishes downing what he can only assume is her first alcoholic beverage, ever. and guess what?! she drank it because he pissed her off just enough! what a talent. an honor! the self-destructive man now making everyone else self-destruct, too. āwait-ā the second he feels like the party has moved on from feeling the need to celebrate his questionable existence, he makes his way towards her, free hand grabbing her wrist.Ā āso-ā thereās a lump in his throat, in his mind, in the pits of his stomach.Ā āso, whatās happeninā now? are- are we jāst.. done, then?ā asks a question he might not like the answer to.Ā ājāst, fuckinā... thatās it?ā donāt say yes. god, donāt fucking say yes.Ā
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āhmmā¦pretty Ā sure Ā iād Ā file Ā thatā¦under Ā none Ā of Ā your Ā fucking Ā business.ā Ā she Ā quipped, Ā whipping Ā her Ā head Ā his Ā way Ā and Ā allowing Ā the Ā comment Ā to Ā linger, Ā expression Ā stone Ā faced Ā before Ā a Ā grin Ā fell Ā onto Ā her Ā lips. Ā she Ā was Ā joking Ā but Ā their Ā relationship Ā these Ā days Ā was Ā rocky Ā and Ā you Ā could Ā never Ā be Ā certain Ā with Ā what Ā sort Ā of Ā cal Ā youād Ā be Ā dealing Ā with. Ā cal Ā was Ā fast Ā to Ā grab Ā the Ā towel, Ā using Ā it Ā to Ā mostly Ā tend Ā to Ā wet Ā locks Ā that Ā were Ā sticking Ā to Ā her Ā neck, Ā ānah. Ā i Ā drank Ā too Ā much Ā and Ā did Ā things Ā iād Ā probably Ā regretā¦if Ā i Ā could Ā remember Ā them. Ā honestly Ā the Ā nightās Ā a Ā fucking Ā blur. Ā what Ā can Ā i Ā say? Ā YOLO.ā Ā she Ā twisted Ā at Ā her Ā locks, Ā draining Ā and Ā watching Ā as Ā the Ā water Ā dripped Ā to Ā the Ā floor, Ā ādo Ā people Ā even Ā say Ā that Ā anymore? Ā YOLO?ā Ā the Ā young Ā drifter ļæ½ļæ½ turned Ā so Ā that Ā her Ā back Ā was Ā facing Ā him, Ā peeling Ā off Ā her Ā wet Ā shirt Ā and Ā using Ā the Ā towel Ā to Ā create Ā a Ā make Ā shift Ā shirt Ā that Ā was Ā sloppy Ā but Ā it Ā did Ā the Ā trick, Ā āand Ā fuck Ā yeah. Ā you Ā know Ā iāll Ā always Ā take Ā coffee. Ā remember Ā when Ā you Ā used Ā to Ā sneak Ā me Ā some Ā when Ā we Ā were Ā younger. Ā cause Ā i Ā wasnāt Ā allowed Ā it Ā cause Ā i Ā was Ā ātoo Ā youngā Ā but Ā you Ā were. Ā back Ā before Ā everything Ā got Ā fucked, Ā huh?ā
āOH.ā DEADPAN, HIDING THE FACT heās mildly taken aback behind a nonchalant facade, joyless eyes studying her features for something that could confirm whether sheās pulling his leg or not. can never be sure these years. a humorless scoff when she eventually cracks a smile, but heās definitely relieved. to a certain degree, because.. while it might be mean to say āā since sheās, like, his actual, real-life sister and stuff āā calās got that special ability to just make him feel disgustinglyĀ uneasy in under six seconds. can he blame her for it? no. but can he cope with it? well... also no.Ā not really. brows furrow slightly at the brief mention of her night, not too elaborate, but who is he to dare asking for details? brother of the fucking year? āright.ā concludes, a near pain-ridden grimace appearing at the fine combination of her bringing up the word YOLO and carelessly getting water all over the floor. charming. must run in the family. āfuckinā- wipe that up.ā vaguely gestures towards the puddle, tone too casual to match the hostility of the words before heās moving on to the next point.Ā āyāknow what? i donāt think they do, but- i mean,ā huffs. ādonāt be lettinā that get in the way of your fuckinā aspirations, i guess.ā a joke thatās delivered so poorly it sounds like heās legitimately on crack.Ā āyāwant a shirt?ā offers, figuring it could be more comfortable than waltzing around the place in a towel. gets another mug from the shelf, reaches for the pot of freshly brewed coffee, slowly but steadily making himself comfortable in his own home. glances in her direction when she oh-so-innocently brings up semi-childhood memories, the faintest of smiles just about to creep onto chapped lips when- oh. jaw sets, blank orbs now looking through her, stomach sinking, but just a little.Ā āuhh, yupā as casual as he can make it before heās turning away from her, figuring if he looks at the mugs for long enough heāll feel like less of a godawful person. seconds of silence. then, clears his throat.Ā ādāya take milk?ā with the coffee, he means.Ā
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this was precisely what she was afraid of. maybe she should have just put these polarizing feelings of self doubt in the far depths of her mind. she could have easily shrugged it off and joined the party as a carefree spirit she often liked to portray. of course she would be the only sober person in attendance out of her own stance on alcoholism but she could still have fun. she could have danced and mingled and maybe have seen adam for a minute or two if he wasnāt busy. she didnāt want to be a bother. she would only steal him away if he wasnāt busy. who was she to get in the way of him having fun at his own birthday party? but it was like all her prior resolve flew out the window. this conversation between them was happening. she couldnāt stop it or delay it because it was happening right here and right now.Ā
her heart lightened at the slight praise or maybe gratification of her below average birthday gift. she knew he probably didnāt expect her to pick up on the fact that he played guitar so it felt like a win in her book, especially hearing the defined sincerity in his thanks. the lightheadedness was so fleeting. it was like a willowed breeze that the femme wasnāt sure if she felt or not. it was like a ghostly presence she doubted if she saw correctly.
not only that but he laughed. he was laughing at her. and sure it may have been a short laugh but there adam stood with a dumbfounded expression and his hearty laugh. the blush that deepened the pale skin on her cheeks was not one of endearment or lust but shame and embarrassment. she knew he wouldnāt react kindly to her excessive babbles but to laugh at her? christ, she really was pathetic. how stupid of her to feel like he owed her something as simple as knowing his birthday. how stupid of her to feel like he owed her anything. just friends who fuck, got it. but didnāt friends know each others birthdays? okay, so āwho fuckā is all that remains. payton pursed her lips together in a thin line, nails digging into the palms of her hands as she took a calming breath. āyeh,ā she agreed in defeat, shoulders slumping as far as they could go. āmānot that big of a deal.ā her accent always seemed to get thicker when she was either on the brink of tears or the cusp of an argument. āfucks sake. god forbid i know more than āavin ya dick in ma mouth, right?ā there it was. the realization that all payton was to adam was another emotionless and pointless snog. āit isnāt about your birthday and if you canāt see why iām upset then it doesnāt matter.ā she clasped her hands together in finality, eyes searching for the nearest escape route because her breath was becoming uneven and panic prinkled the back of her neck. āhappy birthday again! have a great night and iāll see you around. cheers.ā a lie. a flat out blatant lie. she needed to get away from him because she knew she messed everything up and she couldnāt bear the repercussions. she would rather process the finality of never seeing him again alone in her home than in a room full of strangers.
SEEMS UNAWARE OF THE SIZE OF THE HOLE heās digging himself into, filthy hands clinging onto the metaphorical shovel, frustration becoming progressively clearer as he stands still, surrounded by piles and piles of dirt. and the worst thing is, he genuinely isnāt even trying to be a dick. heās... a little befuddled, thatās all. didnāt expect heād have to deal with not only a solid thirty plus strangers in the house, but also an absolutely uncalled for confrontation with the girl who coincidentally happens to be his crush, but hey! it happens! itās happening! so, happy twenty-ninth, baby! naturally, itās everything but. absolutely loathes the way he thinksĀ heās making her feel, the look in her eyes suggesting he might currently be just about the worst person in the room. while normally itās a badge he wears with pride, pins to his forehead as he establishes himself as public enemy number one, right now.. itās not necessarily a look he wants to be going for. sadly, appears unable to stop. the monthly subscription to emotional constipation, light intoxication and compound brainrot has been renewed: no cancellations allowed after 8:30. groans at her response, managing to sound bothered when heās actually trying to be everything but, eyes widening slightly when she blatantly brings up.. blowjobs? huffs, free hand running through the hair. yeah, at this point sheās totally implying he doesnāt give a shit about her and only wants to shag, but.. much to her dismay, the moths in his mind are too dismantled to grasp such a concept. maybe because he knows itās not true? and why would she even think that in the first place? he shows her tiny hints of affection.. sometimes. does he not? is he maybe completely fucking awful without even realizing it?Ā āwhat is this shit?ā mutters under his breath, to no one in particular.Ā
would be lying if he said his blood doesnāt boil a little when she pulls theĀ āif you donāt get it, then you donāt get itā card. canāt stand that shit, because hello, newsflash everyone! heās not the sharpest tool in the shed. little to no self-awareness. good morning. expecting him to justĀ know where something went wrong is a rookie mistake. sometimes you just gotta be blunt: āadam. i hate you because x and x and x.ā itās really not that hard- saves a bunch of time, but most importantly, lets him know exactly how he fucked up. and thatās great! allows him to dive right into the pool of denial and momentarily block out any memories of him doing said things.Ā āwell, nah-ā thereās more annoyance in the tone than concern, even if the latter is the stronger emotion between the two.Ā āiād say it does fuckinā matter, donāt yaā think?Ā ācause-Ā ācause, yāknow, yāseem really fuckinā upset all of sudden.ā keeps firing bullets into his own foot, all while wanting to make things right.Ā heās trying, even if it doesnāt come across.Ā āwait! donāt.. go- fuck. jesus. can you jāst fuckinā- stop.. all of this.. for a second?ā leans a little closer, lowering his voice. āwe donāt have to beĀ makinā a scene, yeah? jāst.. talk to me, alright? why-ā wishes he was better at choosing words carefully.Ā āwhy are yaā actinā like this? payt, for fuckās sake-āĀ
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her hands snaked their way around his torso as she pressed her cheek against his right shoulder, sinking her weight into his embrace. āhey,ā she breathed out, though she imagined it came out more of a mumble when spoken into the fabric of his shirt, but the vibration was enough to reciprocate the greeting. her nose immediately crinkled at the familiar smell of alcohol, stomach curling in disgust as the rest of her body tensed further in its presence.Ā flickers of her fatherās drunkenness revealed itself after ever flutter of her eyelashes and whiff of a cheap beer. she sunk back down to the balls of her feet, evading his gaze for a moment longer than necessary. it was a party for crying out loud. mingle! her inner voice practically screamed, begging her to fake normalcy. āhappy birthday,ā she sing-songed, grabbing his hand to outstretch his palm. she dropped a guitar pick into it and folded his hand over it, brushing her thumb across his knuckles. to the natural eye it might have looked ordinary, like a normal guitar pick. maybe it was just ordinary but payton had spent a solid three hours at a music shop down orion avenue picking it out. it wasnāt anything special other than being made out of carbon fiber and having adamās initials engraved into it. it wasnāt much. hell, would anyone even classify it as a birthday gift? she was hopeless in deciding what to get him and it was so last minute. the second she let the pick fall into his palm, she realized how stupid this all was. how stupid the gift was. how stupid she was. all she had to work with was that she knew he played guitar or at least she saw the instrument in his apartment.Ā it had looked used and worn out enough that she concluded he played. āi couldnāt wrap it or anythingā¦ā she trailed off, pulling at the sleeves of her sweater. āor i didnāt have time to. i-ā she paused. āwhy didnāt you tell me it was your birthday?ā anger flashed in her irises, a deep pool of frustration embedded in her features. āweāve been, well i donāt know. weāve been in each otherās company for a while now and i donāt even know this one thing about you. i donāt know anything about you. i should know something. i should know this. i should be able to think of a better fucking gift than this. i should know you.ā a pathetic laugh tumbled passed her lips as she brought her attention to literally anywhere else in the room. āi should know your birthday.ā
THEREāS A BRIEF MOMENT WHERE he canāt help but feel likeĀ she almost doesnāt wanna look at him. that, right there, should be the second red flag, an indication that something might be wrong. adam however, like the big ole oaf he is, chooses to make nothing of it, because... maybe sheās just nervous? yeah! itās.. a big party. a loud party. no reason not to be nervous. hell, heās fucking nervous, too! a little tipsy, sure, but.. is it enough to stop him from mildly shaking in his boots every now and then? just barely. maybe they can go be nervous together? that could be fun. they could go to the backyard, sit at the picnic table, with him chainsmoking a quarter of the recently bought marlboro gold pack and her making funny faces of disapproval while she tells him about her fantasy of becoming thor himself. perhaps sheāll hold his hand a bit. maybe they can even share sweet little kisses and look at each other with some kind of meaningĀ while he pretends his collarbones and chest arenāt covered in bruises from just about two nights ago, when he met with a certain miss delphine cotterill for a late-night drive. christ, itās a good thing heās wearing a shirt.Ā
actually goes as far as offering a medium-sized, genuine smile at the birthday wishes, but brows furrow the second she reaches for his hand. however, he follows the lead, the direction, opening his palm and partially waiting for her to, like, give him a low five or something. she doesnāt. instead, she leaves him with a teeny, tiny object that stirs up... confusion?Ā āoh?āĀ how did she know he plays the guitar? canāt help the puzzled expression that creeps across harsh features, brows knit together, but despite the brief cluelessness, he truly feels flattered she would take the time, even if only few minutes, to get him something.Ā āthank you.ā manages, surprisingly sincere, meeting her gaze again. is just about to smile again, a nasty habit heās developed around her, when she suddenly starts near.. apologizing for not wrapping the gift?Ā ānah, dude, pfff-ā shakes his head, trying to dismiss any and all concerns.Ā āyouāre fine, itās totally fine, i didnāt even fuckinā-ā expect gifts, so thank you so much for being so thoughtful and perfect and always very, very nice to meĀ ā is what he couldāve said if she didnāt drop the b-bomb.Ā āwhat?ā begins, brows raising but expression remains more on the amused side.Ā āah yeah, man, i-ā is about to explain how he didnāt really tell anyone, how this is a ridiculous situation and absolutelyĀ not what it looks like, but doesnāt get the chance before sheās taking things a step further, suddenly going on a rant he wouldāve never expected. doesnāt even know how to react, so he just stands there, completely dumbfounded, trying to figure out whatās happening. lets out a short laugh, almost as if heās hoping sheās actually punking him.Ā āis-ā tries to look her in the eye.Ā āis this for real?ā another forced chuckle. come on, now is the time to say you were joking. do it. payton ā fucking do it. āwait, wait, whoa- hey.ā uses the hand thatās not currently holding onto the guitar pick to awkwardly rub the side of his face.Ā āhold the fuck up. what are yaā even sayinā right now?ā god, he didnāt mean for it to sound so crass, but frankly, heās getting bit frustrated. confused. āwhat, are you-ā pauses for a second. āare yaā offended ācause i... didnāt tell you tās my fuckināĀ birthday?ā makes it sound like the silliest thing heās ever heard, which is probably not helping his case.Ā āādude, tāsĀ not a big deal, yeah? hell, i wasnāt gonna tell anyone.āĀ
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it was his birthday. how did she not know it was his birthday? the blonde had only found out about it through a text, asking if she was going to adamās party. then there was follow up evidence of the orchestrated event through vague tweets on social media irving residents shared popping up on her timeline. so there payton was, shimming past drunken bodies and exchanging pleasantries as she tried to locate adam to give him her best wishes. however, she couldnļæ½ļæ½ļæ½t quite shake the anger tensing up her muscles at the sheer ignorance of such an important staple in a personās life. she didnāt know his birthday. this then stirred a snowball of other doubts. she realized she didnāt know a lot about him. he knew countless boring and unimportant facts about her life and she didnāt know the first thing about him. therefore, even though she had joined the party with good intentions, she couldnāt shake the feeling that an argument was about to happen. @piratejctā
IF THIS WASNāT HAPPENING AT HIS OWN place, he wouldāve gone home a long time ago. has been hanging out in the living room, stiff against the wall, roleplaying as a piece of furniture for well over twenty-five minutes now, while two unnamed partygoers try to include him in a funny story he canāt bring himself to find particularly amusing. has a hard time figuring out how he found himself in this position to begin with, having never given anyone an exact birthdate, never even hinted that he was, in fact, ever born. but someone found out. so, now here they are, happily celebrating the twenty-ninth year of toxic waste. chugs remains of the fourth... maybe fifth beer, leaving the empty bottle to rot on the windowsill for the rest of the night.Ā is just about ready to head into the kitchen for another one when a familiar face catches his eye, puts everything on hold for a solid few seconds, before he eventually leaves the conversation he was never really a part of. without a word, he makes his way across the room, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he approaches.Ā āfuck- hey.ā brief, simple, but still more at ease than heās been almost the entire time. arms wrap around her frame, pull her body closer, hold her in his embrace in what might be the second most genuine hug of the night. āgood to see yaā, dude.ā pulls away, though not entirely, calloused fingers now moving to gently tuck a blonde lock behind her ear, but the more he studies her expression, the less he knows what to make of it.Ā āuhh, you..Ā alright?āĀ
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āso Ā i Ā passed Ā out Ā on Ā my Ā exās Ā fucking Ā lawn Ā and Ā he Ā turned Ā the Ā fucking Ā SPRINKLERS Ā on. Ā anyway Ā howās Ā your Ā morning Ā going?ā
@irvingstartersā
"YEAH?Ā āN THE FUCK WERE YAā doinā there anyway?ā suddenly acts like heās the headmaster of healthy relationships, having never made the mistake of going back to the person whoās certainly no good for him. cigarette between teeth, hands reach for a clean towel he ends up chucking her way. a nonchalant shrug at the question, waves it off before he can get into the details of yet another sleepless night.Ā āyāwant some coffee?āĀ
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āokay Ā so Ā heyā¦ā Ā they Ā flashed Ā them Ā a Ā dimpled Ā grin, Ā puppy Ā dog Ā expression Ā already Ā evident Ā on Ā their Ā features, Ā hoping Ā to Ā distract Ā from Ā the Ā news Ā they Ā were Ā about Ā to Ā drop, Ā ādonāt Ā freak Ā outā¦but Ā i Ā sort Ā ofā¦crashed Ā into Ā your Ā mailbox.ā Ā chocolate Ā orbs Ā flicker Ā to Ā the Ā scenario Ā in Ā question, Ā scottyās Ā decked Ā out Ā retro Ā van Ā now Ā had Ā a Ā mailbox Ā as Ā a Ā hood Ā ornament. Ā it Ā didnāt Ā look Ā like Ā much Ā damage Ā was Ā done. Ā calliope Ā had Ā been Ā through Ā a Ā lot Ā though Ā their Ā mailbox Ā was Ā now Ā on Ā the Ā ground. Ā ācan Ā i Ā make Ā it Ā up Ā to Ā you Ā by Ā buying Ā you Ā a Ā drink?ā
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(**it doesnāt have to be their mailbox! scotty could be mistaken.)
"OUR.... MAILBOX?ā blinks, stunned because a. thereās a legitimate hot person at his door, and b. he wasnāt even aware they have a mailbox. a half-apologetic smile, dainty hand raised as if to excuse him for a second as he turns his head to the side.Ā āboys?!ā calls into the house.Ā ādo we have a mailbox?ā seconds of drawn outĀ silence. it dawns on him that no oneās actually home, and suddenly, he canāt help but feel awkward. āi see...ā clears his throat, dainty hands nervously wrapping the silk robe around slim figure, covering up the suddenly unpresentable outfit of some shorts and a crop top he had decided to put on earlier, back when he wasnāt expecting crush potential number one on his front porch. great, not only does he look like he just woke up, but heās also presented himself to be someone who finds joy in yelling in empty spaces. offers a warm, though almost sheepish smile, deciding to actually step out and take a look at the damage.Ā āum, okay, so-ā begins, a soft chuckle after heās estimated the situation. hazel hues glance at the other, but not for too long, as he might justĀ melt.Ā āthatās actually.. not ours. yah, i think we literally havenāt had an actual mailbox since, like, the 1940ā²s.ā offers, traces of his signature dumb valley girl voice squeezed in there for the extra spice to the otherwise casually presented joke. donāt get me wrong, heās still nervous as fuck, but as they say in the showbiz.. fake it till you make it, kid. āaw.. iām sorry for, like, disappointing. gosh,ā shakes his head. āi shouldāve totally pretended it was mine.ā nods towards the broken mailbox.Ā āthat couldāve been so romantic, like, would you imagine?ā a faux-dreamy sigh for the real dreamy guy before heās flashing a soft, genuine smile. ābut, i mean... we can still have a drink, though.. if youād like?āĀ
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his words seem indignant in the way theyāre so vacant and it calls up an urge, hot and thrashing in her gut, to prod a touch harsher. press him enough to leave a bruise. sheās bored, now that the ache and twitch of cold in her muscles resides and her headās flicked off the autopilot in wait. a turn of the wrist at a dial and the radioās on, a yammering of sports commentary and baroque and late-night news and aphex twin that sets her jaw on edge.Ā āyeah,Ā ācourse you donāt give a shit.ā she parrots, adam in the corner of her vision when the syllables drawl, an expert pause to gauge his reaction. the soles of her tennis shoes, a touch muddy and plenty scuffed, kick against the dashboard. the drummingās as febrile as her heartbeat. āi donāt wanna go back to my place.āĀ thereās a streetlight by her window that keeps her awake long into the night. a sense of domesticity and static to the apartment complex that makes her more restless than sheās used to and the four walls lie in wait to swallow her up.Ā ātake me to yours. iāll crash on the sofa, whatever. unless you donāt wantĀ me to, do you?ā
a taunt, more than a question; whether heāll let her scab off of him again, say nothing but show everything in his expression as she works her way through froot loops and a six pack in front of the blue of a television screen airing ren and stimpy reruns.Ā āitās so fucking boring there. like, my neighbour takes her kids to school at seven and i alwaysĀ hear them. nothing like a solid eight hours.ā a half-lie. sheās dead to the world by then, slathers the pity on anyway to get adam until he bends far enough backwards to snap in two. he hasnāt caved to her, yet, and the challenge stays unspoken and bitter in her mouth. her feet tuck under her knees, cross-legged on the seat and clicks the seat belt in.Ā āyou going to leave, or just sit there and let that weirdo cop give you bedroom eyes from his smoke spot?ā her chin jerks towards the officer outside the station, shivering in the cold and fumbling with a zippo.Ā āthink he likes you.ā
THE SUDDEN ROAR OF the overly pumped-up voices on the radio hits like an avalanche falling on a tranquil village before sunrise on a tuesday morning. mere seconds in, and heās already experiencing some severe sensory overload, body stiffening up, heart jumping out of bed, running four miles after having tossed itself out the window. jaw tightens, hand flying in the direction of the problem, but instead of simply lowering the volume, switching the thing right off. quite aggressively, too. hell, if he gave his all, he could probably break it with one hit, establishing all sorts of dominance, while possibly even making her all hot and bothered in the process. what a power move that wouldāve been. too fucking bad he feels like a rotten little ratling tonight. ājesus fuckinā christ.ā mutters under his breath, eyes completely blank when they finally glance at the girl. a low hum at the comment, barely an answer. squints, brows furrowing slightly before heās returning to his favorite hobby;Ā adamantly staring into the void.Ā
ānah, dude.ā shoots back with a scoff, no second thoughts on that one. itās wellĀ late, and sheās an insolent hag. unpredictable,Ā shouldnāt be left unsupervised. heād have to be a new type of moron to let her sleep in an open space, such as the living room, where she can roam free and wreak havoc around the house.Ā āyouāre not sleepinā on the couch.ā and while it might be exactly what she wants to hear, adam makes sure to deliver it in the least inviting of ways. "donāt need my fuckinā roommates seeinā yaā, first thing in the morninā.ā to be fair, they probably wouldnāt mind too much. both jules and mido strike him as fairly laid-back people, but still. he wouldnāt feel comfortable being the guy who just moved in, and is now letting random people crash in the common spaces. especially if said people got out of mini-jail five seconds ago.Ā āmhm.ā sounds disinterested in the story, calloused fingers drumming against the steering wheel.Ā āsounds like yāshould shootĀ āem.ā offers with equally little enthusiasm, other hand on the gear knob, though tremendously low effort put into driving them out of there. blinks when she calls it out, blue orbs briefly focusing on the cop he had been mistaking for a trashcan the past moments. bit awkward. was that guy there the whole time? adam pretends he was totally aware, all along.Ā āfuckinā yeah, maybe?ā bedroom eyes. scoffs.Ā āwhat if i donāt wanna go, huh?ā challenges, āmaybe i jāst wanna stayĀ ān, yāknow, suck his massive cock. wanna wait for me?ā humorless, flat, but gets him to finally start driving again. as theyāre leaving the parking lot, he turns on the radio again, lowering the volume a notch and changing stations. settles for some obscure 80ā²s pop, rolling down a window and reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. one for the road.Ā
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Furthest thing from an expert in this field - in anything medical, really, but heās up and talking, making jokesĀ if anything. The bleeding doesnāt seem tooĀ active either, nothing overly concerning. Sheās high enough for her brain to immediately take flight, set at a running pace to match his tone - at least the version of his tone that sheās hearing in her mind, everything so exaggerated she mightāve assumed theyād stepped into a Looney Tunes segment,Ā āDidnāt take anything but your dignity, right?ā she corrected, teasing, suddenly hopping back, hand dropping from his face so she could hold both of hers in fists - fighting stance completely off, wobbling with it, but to Lara she figured she actually came across as genuinely tough,Ā āAlright, tough guy, gimme your best shot. I can take ya down, guaranteed - I knocked out this girlās tooth in 8th grade. It was, like, my proudest moment. What she gets for being a total cuntĀ though. Were you a bully in school? I feel like you were the super quiet but cool kid - like, no one messed with you but you werenāt popular. And you actually stood up for the bullied kids. I have the sight, Adam, you can be all grumpy whenever you want, but I see your big loving heart right there,ā Dropping her stance to poke gentlyĀ at his chest - more so the center than where his actual heart would be, though she had meant to aim for the left. It feels like sheās won something, when he accepts her offer for vodka - her entire core goes warm with it, smile widening more if possible. It takes up so much of her face her eyes are all but swallowed by it, vision blurring until she forces herself into a more neutral expression - pursed lips, doing a terrible job of hiding how pleased she is, maybe even giving her away more than before. Rolling up comically long sleeves clumsily, she reaches into a pocket inside the denim to tug out a full flask - a bonus gift that came with the jacket sheād stolen. Semantics,Ā āItās watermelon flavoured. Not too fruity for ya is it?ā Taking a generous swig herself, mouth pinching at the taste, before holding it out to him. While heās still clutching the flask, Lara does a full 360 - gathering her bearings, after being distracted on an attempted walk home - before taking off in the direction of her place,Ā āAlright, cāmon,ā she calls over her shoulder,Ā āIāll clean ya up at my place, better booze there. My mamaās gone on a business trip, she wonāt even notice. Did you know sheās taking 3 weeks off for my birthday?Ā āCause itās my 23rd - champagne birthday,ā Rambling a mile a minute the way she did, spinning on her heel to face Adam, beginning to walk backwards - brows rising expectantly,Ā āYou coming? Canāt walk around looking like that, Adam - youāre still pretty but itās, like, illegal. Iām officially declaring itās illegal now. Iāll get you an Uber after, my rating is excellent.ā
GETTING LOWKEY ROASTED BY a tiny lady on a fuck-load of drugs is not something he thought heād have to put up with tonight, but.. there they are. sure, sweetie, just kick him while heās already on the ground, on the knees, ripping his jeans while crawling through piles of metaphorical cow shit. dignity. pff, what dignity? vaguely remembers trading it for crack behind one of these containers for used clothing, around ten years ago.Ā āright.ā replies with a nod, brows lifting slightly, indications of amusement behind naturally sullen eyes. āthanks, lara.ā but of course, no actual offense taken. watches as she goes from floaty seventh realm type of ghost person to a mortal kombat character, a lighthearted, though barely audible huff making it past his lips.Ā ānah, youād fuckinā kick my ass. my wrist's ābout to snap off, man- ām practically on the death bed.ā nonchalantly admits defeat before they can even get started. though, itās not as if he was actually gonna engage in battle with a person significantly smaller than him. realistically speaking, he could probably judo flip her right there, even despite the current conditions, but... it wouldnāt be a fair fight. and, it wouldnāt be a fun fight, either, because at the end of the day, he genuinely doesnāt mind lara- even if half the time he feels like he can barely keep up with her. itās as if sheās the lively person going for a morning jog, and heās just now on the way home after having drunkenly napped in a dumpster, pantless, with yoghurt in his ears and rats hanging on his socks. listens to her rambling, making assumptions about him right to his face, painting an image that couldnāt be any further from the truth. cool? he was never.Ā however, like the awkwardly mysterious sack of shit he is, he doesnāt neither confirm, nor deny. instead, appears mildly confused, trying to process the words enough to figure out which part to address first. eventually, decides on none, instead taking his shot at a casually bluntĀ joke.Ā āyep- no, man, i was such a fuckinā bully. yeah, jāst fuckinā- bullied everyone. kids hated me. went to juvie twice.ā remains deadpan, even when a dainty finger pokes at his chest, respectfully gentle, seemingly aware that anything above 76% force would cause a brief, dull ache somewhere within. her beaming smile, while probably considered infectious in the eyes ofĀ people who donāt have a hard time genuinely expressing their emotions, happens to be about enough for his own expression to soften up a bit. all he did was agreeing to some booze, and sheās grinning as if the universe is worth a while. it takes balls to be so openly joyful, even when on drugs.Ā ālike your jacket.ā notes, matter-of-factly, deciding thereās something mildly pleasant about the way the whole piece kind of just hangs on her body, few sizes too large. watches her take a gulp of the liquor, briefly wondering how much of it sheās had combined with the pills before a crimson-stained hand reaches for the flask.Ā ātās fine.ā decides. watermelons are chill. āās long as itās not fuckinā grapes, man. what a pile of shit. grape flavor.ā mocks. āhate that crap. tastes fuckinā nothinā like grapes. the guy who made it mustāve suffered several brain injuries at a young age to think thatās what an actual fuckinā fruit tastes like.ā goes off, suddenly appearing... passionate about artificial flavoring in various food products? perhaps heās the one suffering several brain injuries. stops himself from going any further by taking a swing from the now blood-stained flask, the harsh liquid coming in direct contact with the busted bottom lip before hitting the back of his throat, causing the briefest of grimaces to sprawl across rough features. swallows thickly, clearing his throat before handing the booze back, lips now pressing into a thin line, forming some kind of a half-grateful smile. expects this to be it. itās where they casually part ways, with her prancing off to explore whatever wonders irving has got to offer before 6 am on a sunday and him withering on some bench behind the swimming pool. so, when she starts to walk off, he doesnāt even think about following, hands returning into the depths of his pockets, feet glued to the pavement until sheās calling out to him again.Ā āwhat?ā huffs, as the last thing he wants is to actually be a burden to this girl, but the more he just stands there like a moron, the further she walks, and the less he can hear whatever sheās rambling about. so, he finds himself awkwardly tagging along, figuring that even if heāll end up refusing the offer by the time they get there, he can at least make sure she concludes the night at home, in one piece.Ā ā23rd?ā repeats, brows furrowing.Ā āoh shit. okay, yeah, uhh, youāre fuckinā- older than i thought, dude. good job.ā genuinely believed she was around nineteen, so... itās certainly bit of a relief to discover sheās not, in fact, an infant. scoffs when she refers to him as pretty, as if receiving compliments was a sin, a crime and a bother, but does however try and pick up the pace, not wanting to be the token grandpa character whoās slowing everyone down.Ā āillegal.ā repeats with an amused huff, because... actually, it probably is.Ā āsure, ms. mayor. iāma keep that in mind.ā salutes before using one finger of that hand to sternly point in her direction.Ā ācareful, by the way.ā warns, blunt, though far from menacing.Ā āwith that whole fuckinā walkinā backwards business, yeah?ā she is high, after all.Ā ādonāt want yaā eatinā shit on the sidewalk.āĀ
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elias, who are some guys that you /wouldn't/ fuck?
"BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME i have standards.ā followed by a light chuckle, as he brings the oversized wineglass filled to the brim with blueberry cider to his lips. takes a small sip, nose scrunching up the more he thinks about it.Ā ābut okay! i feel like i wouldnāt necessarily wanna hook-up with mercy? no offense, he just kind of looks like he could smell of, like, blood and dirt a lot?ā pauses, hand moving to cover his mouth. āoh my god, is that, like,Ā rude? i donāt know, iām sorry! iām sure you shower.ā raises an apologetic hand.Ā ābut anyway! who else wouldnāt i fuck? uhm... maybe owen? he just, like- he looks so sweet, iād almost feel bad about asking him to tie me up. landon, also! heās super adorable, but girl.. heās a twink as fuck. like, would that mean iād have to top? because, sis, thatās a responsibility and i genuinely donāt think iād be ready for it. who else? i mean, judas- duh, because i hate him, but aside from that... i donāt know, i guess tucker? he seems nice, but then his brotherās a total snackĀ and, like, i just donāt wanna be ruining families, you know?ā nods as if to confirm it is, in fact, the right decision.Ā āon the contrary, iāve decided iād absolutely bang scotty. heās a hottie, and.. he makes me wanna be hisĀ thottie.ā sounds as if heās reciting a poem heās rehearsed a million times, sultry yet subtle, before blowing one last kiss into the void.Ā
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