THE BYERS HOUSEHOLD IS MUCH CALMER THAN YOURS. there’s no screaming tavvy or prying livvy and dru or ty telling you another billion and one facts he’s read on the internet today. you love them, you do. parenthood forced onto you at the ripe age of twelve and you’ve been wearing it well. you have your routines to keep yourself afloat. always trying and mostly succeeding at staying five steps ahead of everything. you’ve perfected your uncle’s signature for field trip permission slips and school excuses, you’ve gotten your voice down on the phone to pay the bills, you’ve learned to cook, to clean. emma helps and god, do you appreciate her even more for that. like tonight, she’s babysitting while you stay over at @wizardslays’ for an art project. you haven’t known him very long and you’ve never been one to trust easy, but something about him and his family makes you feel relaxed. maybe it’s the weed, you think, and you let out a laugh that makes you cover your mouth with the hand that isn’t holding the joint. that one reaches out to pass it back to will, a dopey grin hidden behind your hand. “i think it’s starting to hit.” you admit if only to cover why you laughed, eyes looking over will before you lean back on your hands to glance up at the sky. hard to see the stars beneath the los angeles haze, but you have a creative mind. you know what it should look like. “think we’ll still remember how to paint in a few minutes?”
[ COMPANY ] for muses to sit on a balcony or roof together sharing a drink/food/joint etc
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[ RECIEVED @ 7PM: @serendpitous ] are you ignoring me?
[ SENT @ 8:30PM: Cass. ] No.
[ SENT @ 8:32PM: Cass. ] There’s just a lot going on right now.
[ SENT @ 8:40PM: Cass. ] And honestly, Cass, I don’t know if... if whatever’s going on between us is a good idea.
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