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Capricorn Season Chapter Twenty-Three

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"Would you like to go to a show with Bonzo and I tonight?" Robert asked, a manic look in his eyes.

"Who is it?"

"A band we know from Birmingham. They just put out an album a couple months ago. They're good, real heavy stuff."

“What’s the name?” I asked.

"Are you in or are you out? We're heading to the pub now, so make your choice!" Bonzo's voice was brash as usual, now having a lilting joy due to his elation.

"Sure, I'll go."

They cheered loudly, hooting and hollering. Their ruckus caused the people in the surrounding booths to look at us with judgement.

I looked to Jimmy, who was wearing a face of surprise. His brows came together as Bonzo leaned in with a devious smile. "Don't worry, mate, we'll have her home safe!" Bonzo clapped me on the shoulder with the same grin.

Jimmy still looked unsure.

"I'll be okay, I promise. I'll be back before you know it." I tried my best to reassure him, but I don't think it worked. There apparently wasn't time to worry about this. We had a show to catch and a pregame to start on. The guys pulled me from the booth and forced me out of the hotel, and away from Jimmy.

We found ourselves at the bar of the club in a matter of minutes. The radio played from the stage speakers, filling the small club with the top-40 at an alarming level.

The multi-colored lights changed Robert’s velvet bell bottoms from red, to green, to blue in seconds, then back to their original deep purple. He turned to me with a tipsy grin, his teeth color-shifting with his trousers.

Bonzo was behind me the whole time like a grizzly guard. His arm was heavy and hot but it made me feel better to have him there. No one had recognized them, which made me feel even better. I wanted to slip in and out of the club with ease.

The crash of music was heard at last, loud and banging, after over an hour of waiting around. I had eaten twelve marichino cherries and slapped Bonzo’s arm twice. We’d already lost Robert once. He strayed to chase a tall brunette wearing a sparkly tube top.

The drummer had a heavy foot and the guitarist was skilled. Every haunting note played was pure scripture to me, unlike anything I'd ever heard before. The lead singer was of average build and height but possessed a deep and terrifying voice. The lyrics he sang were mystical, almost scary, like a horror movie. I was entranced.

I looked to Robert, standing to my left when he snaked his arm around my shoulders. He was already sweating and hot. He directed my attention to Bonzo, who was wildly banging his head and whipping his hair in all directions like he did on stage. He was just as transfixed as I was. We shared a laugh and then went back to looking at the singer who was doing the same thing.

The show wasn't very long, just a few songs in a club, but they were amazing. The grumbling baselines and dread-inducing lyrics were a new taste in my mouth. They were the heaviest band I'd ever heard, heavier than Zeppelin or "Helter Skelter". This was the genesis of a genre.

I asked who the band was when the lights cut off.

Bonzo answered back "Black Sabbath" with a yell.

The name was fitting.

"Do you want to go backstage?" He leaned down, practically screaming in my ear. The club was still so loud, now playing music from the overhead speakers.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked.

"Jimmy might have a conniption fit. He pulled me aside before we left and begged me to watch you, like some toddler." Robert laughed; his arm still wrapped deftly around me. Perhaps Jimmy's insistence was his reasoning for staying so close.

"That's all the more reason to do it!" Bonzo was maniacal.

We moved to the green room, walking together and forming a wall for any trying to get past us. When we were firmly backstage, we saw the band at last. They were coated in a sheen of sweat, not too unlike the guys after a show. The men clapped each other's backs, shook hands, and shared greetings. The usual substances were also brought out and passed around. I was no stranger to this scene, having been on tour for a few weeks now, but hung back in shyness.

Robert caught ahold of this quickly and dragged me to the front of the group, showing me off as a prize pig at a fair. "This is Guinevere Young, our photographer, and Mr. Page's lady-in-waiting." My face burned in embarrassment. I knew that I had to correct my title and name, which was by Robert's design. He wanted to push my buttons and force me from my shell. Although he was a talented singer and natural front man, his foremost talent was stepping on toes. If he weren't so damn charming, it would be an issue.

"It's just Gwen. And I'm not his lady-in-waiting. If anything, that's you."

I made the group laugh, a cacophony of sounds I didn't think this serious band of dark wizards was capable of. They went around and introduced themselves, showing their perfect British manners. The front man, named Ozzy, was very intriguing. He had a tattoo on his forearm and a sheepish demeanor. This was unusual, as he was lively on stage. But he was unusual, so it didn't seem to matter.

"Are ye coming to the party tonight?" The drummer asked.

"Of course, we are," Bonzo spoke for us. He was four drinks in, already causing chaos and possibly getting me into trouble with the husband.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Won't Jimmy be upset that I'm gone so long?" I asked Robert in a small voice. I felt myself shrinking as the night went on, drowned out by the large personalities and the lack of vigor in my system due to my sober status.

"Darling, he knew we'd be out all night. That's why he wanted me to look after you. When you go out with Bonzo, you're not leaving until you're wetting yourself and can't walk."

"I'll have a quick shower and then we can head out." The tall guitarist turned and was gone in an instant. Now it was just the six of us, standing in silence. The sounds from the front of the club could still be heard. They were preparing for a new act to come on, welcoming them to the stage. I could see the next band shuffling around, waiting to go on. They looked nervous. I had seen that same look in Jimmy, right before every show. His face would grow pale, and his hands shook like a motorboat. Perhaps all guitarists were nervous.

We rode with the band to a hotel. The party occurring on the seventh floor was raging. I could hear the music and screaming from the pavement out front. I could also feel a lump in my throat already. I'd never been to one of these parties without Jimmy. He was always there to make sure I was comfortable, safe, and consuming the proper amount. When we drank, he made me take a drink of water with every shot. But I didn't have that now, left to my own devices with a group of crazed musicians. And believe you me, I'd never known a group of people to party harder than musicians. With their hordes of women, an endless supply of whatever drugs they wanted, and the power and money to do whatever they wanted, they were skeletons dancing in a decadent night of listless sin.

The party floor was smoky and sweaty when we arrived, the walls bouncing and waving with the dense sound of fun. This night was a fever dream, a string of new experiences. I'd never seen people so high. Their eyes were practically rolling from their head, crashing to the floor with a light thud. And if that did happen, they wouldn't have cared.

"Here, love, loosen up." Bonzo handed me a glass of dark liquid. He wasn't pushy, the brash look covering his face now gone. This was an extension of friendship, an offering of love. He wanted me to have a good time and let go. Tour was a time to let loose, a time to let your inhibitions fall to your feet and raise up into the heavens, only to be seen again on the plane ride home. But I wasn't the drummer of a famous band, I was a photographer without a real agency. There was no job security for me, and it weighed heavily on me. When I imbibed, I was left with nothing but my inhibitions, now losing the wit I usually possessed, so I shoved the glass back into his hand and shook my head.

"No, no, I remember what happened the last time you offered me something. My eyelids were plastered to the drywall of my hotel room for 12 hours. I didn't sleep for two days. I don't trust you."

"Oh c'mon... You know you want it!"

I shook my head in puerile defense, crossing my arms and looking away. "Gwen, stop being so childish. Just drink the damn thing and get loose!" A faint laugh fell from my lips, now aiding his ego and drunken state.

"I don't like alcohol."

"Bullshit! I've seen you and Jim have ragers, partying all night with a drink in your hand."

"I don't want the drink!"

"Fine, I'll be back with a J then." I wasn't opposed to this idea, but I still didn't want to lose my wits. This party was filled with lecherous men, their prying eyes desperately drinking any inch of me they could find. It didn't feel safe, especially without Jimmy.

Bonzo, much to my chagrin, was an honest man. He came back less than five minutes later with a smoking stick in one hand, a J in the other. He handed me the already lit joint and went to work on the cigarette.

"See, now you're havin' a good time!" His drunken stupor was back. He eventually meandered away; his attention stolen by a pretty woman in a short dress. I was left by myself, but not for long.

"Hey, Gwen, right?" The mustached man from Sabbath was standing in front of a large drink table. He was the bassist, named Geezer, which I thought was funny. They all had funny names. They were a group of odd people but seemed nice enough.

"Yeah. Geezer, right?" I mirrored his words, sticking my hand out. He shook it.

"Robert said you're the photographer. Are you looking to pick up any new clients?" Excitement. This was how I was going to build my portfolio!

"Actually I am. Are you guys looking for one?"

"Yes, indeed we are. I know you're on tour right now but-"

"Here, I'll give you my boss's contact information and get everything set up. I can work something out, I'm sure. I already have so many photos of Zeppelin that missing a few shows wouldn't hurt." I wrote down William's number on a napkin then handed it to the tall man.

"Thank you! This takes a lot of stress off our shoulders. We've been looking for a good photographer to get some press going, but they all are kind of terrible. The shots are always so blurry. Things are harder here in the states than we thought."

"Yeah, there are a lot of bad photographers out there. Good thing you're getting the best." I gave him a wink and a pat on the shoulder then went to find Robert. I think he'd be able to appreciate Bonzo's gift more than I.

When I finally spotted him from across the darkened lounge, he was sitting on a plush sofa with a young lady wrapped around him. She was like a silky snake, coiled around his arm and drooling over him. He was in his natural element, I suppose, being worshipped. I was surprised they weren't forming a circle around him, dancing naked and silver.

"Well, hello, Ms. Young. What can I do for you this fine evening?"

"Here." I handed him the wrapped grass and he took it immediately, puffing on it and passing it to the woman on his arm.

"This is Tiffany." She wore a simple smirk, as crooked and devilish as he. I was apprehensive. Wasn't he with Lorelei? As she put it; they were a serious tour item. Whatever that meant.

"Hi, I'm Gwen. The photographer."

The tawny woman sent me a smile and a wave. Her delicate hands were nimble and pretty, nails adorned with long acrylics painted a deep mauve. The color complimented her outfit and skin tone well. I looked to admire her frame and appearance. She was wearing a tube top and shorts, dressed appropriately for the sweaty hotel lounge.

"I take it you guys have been having a good time." I made chit-chat with my hands in my pockets, feeling awkward. Robert nodded with a smile as he took the smoke into his mouth once more. This was his ritual and I'd seen him do it many times.

"I just love this atmosphere," The woman started, speaking in a faint accent, "All of the people and dancing. It gets my energy up!" She was on her feet now, pulling Robert up with her. I felt really awkward now, standing to the side and watching them move. This lasted for only a moment. Whether it was a sixth sense or common sense, they shoved me into their tango.

We were a trio dance group now, moving together in horrible rhythm. I had two left feet and square hips, no doubt the most atrocious dancer you'd ever seen. This didn't matter, I found. I looked around to see no one paying us any mind. But even if they had, there was no room for judgment. Everyone else was moving just as cumbersome and unpleasant as me.

After a brief moment of dancing, we retired to the couch, now loose and jovial. The effects of the herb and the movement were over me. I felt spellbound as I listened to Tiffany speak. She was a poetic woman, small and busty. Her buxom skin was gorgeous under the restraints of her clothing. I could understand Robert's attraction to her, especially with her similarities to Maureen. Although his disloyalty to Lorelei rubbed me the wrong way. I guess it wasn't a shock, as he was already cheating on Maureen.

She spoke of a distant land, one from a book she'd read long ago. It sounded almost like Tolkien, with the rolling hills and abundant farmland. The enchanting lilt of her voice was feminine and alluring. I could feel myself leaning in, getting closer as her voice waned. If I wasn't careful, I'd be stealing Robert's woman. I don't think he would mind too much, as I knew he couldn't take her back to the room. Lorelei was already in his bed, tucked away for a night in.

I lost the pair as the night continued. I'd gone to use the bathroom and they disappeared in that time. Bonzo was easy to spot. All I had to do was look for a source of the noise. I found him playing tennis with Ozzy, except they weren't using the proper gear. Instead of rackets, they were using picture frames they'd taken off the walls. They were mismatched in subject and size, resulting in an uneven match that was being won by neither of them. Their game lasted almost 25 minutes before Bonzo dropped his frame. It landed at his feet with a crash. He gave a thunderous laugh and stepped over the broken glass. Ozzy sat his frame down carefully, resting it on a coffee table.

This seemed to be the largest chaos of the night. By the time the glass had broken, the crowd of partygoers thinned out. Most people found their date, straying into the rooms and devouring each other in secret sin. This was the debauchery of music. The pretty sounds of carefully produced albums had given way to this hedonistic lifestyle. I wasn't fond of it, the smell or the sights. But that's how I made my money. And whether it was a job with Zeppelin or Sabbath or someone else, I had to make peace with it.

We didn't return to our hotel until 3 A.M. Bonzo was kicking and screaming when we dragged him from the party but was out cold by the time we got back.

"Thanks for helping get him to bed," Robert laughed, "I don't think I could lift the ole' boy without you."

"I couldn't either." Tiffany matched his laugh. She was tucking Bonzo into his bed. She came back with us, under Bonzo's arm all this time. I nodded and we made our way out of the room and into the hall.

I made it three steps down the hall before the door to my room ripped open, Jimmy hurtling down the carpet at me. He crashed into me, sending the two of us to the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He sat up, balancing his weight on his hands. My head was spinning, now wracked with pain. "Are you okay?" He prodded further.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just help me off the ground." He tried to heave me from my spot but ended up next to me once more. He was drunk.

"Come on, let me help you."

When we were settled into the hotel bed, this one being particularly uncomfortable, he confided in me. "You know, you're the most person I've ever loved. Ever." He was slurring his speech, a thick mass of saliva in his mouth. This was the tell-tale sign of his intoxication. That, and his boisterous laughter. He had a specific belting laugh that got louder with each drink. It was cute, really, to see him all flushed pink and stumbling over his words. He was always so put-together and austere, reduced to a toddler when drunk.

"I love you too, sweetums. How much did you have to drink tonight?"

"Nothing."

"Not a drop?"

"Nope!" He ended his lie with a pop, then smiled sweetly, his lips pressing into a thin line. The child-like facade was back. Before I could prod any further, he made a show of repositioning so he could be impossibly close. He was laying on his side, his face nestled in my neck and enveloped in my hair. I was stuck with Sweet Baby James for the night.

"Did you have a good time at the show?" He asked.

"Yeah, it was fun. I didn't know they were going to be so heavy."

"Who'd you see?"

"Black Sabbath. I'd never heard of them before."

"Ah, Black Sabbath," He mocked, "I hate them. Buncha' gothic weirdos." This caused a laugh to bubble in my chest and creep out of my mouth. He's not usually so brazen. They call it 'truth serum' for a reason.

"I liked them. They were nice guys."

"You met them?"

"Yeah, Bonzo dragged us backstage. They were a bit odd, but I think that's just cause they were British."

"Hey!"

I laughed at his offense. "I talked to the bassist; he asked if I'd shoot some stuff for them. He was really nice, I liked him a lot. I gave him William's number and we're gonna get something set up. I'm very excited." I rambled on.

"That sounds nice..." He was dozing off now, his words growing smaller as his mouth closed. He was practically snoring already.

The next morning, I slipped out of my room for breakfast to see Tiffany. She was making the same crawl as I, sans Bonzo. She was wearing the same outfit from last night, his shirt now thrown over her glittery tube top. Makeup was smudged across her delicate face. It was like seeing a fallen angel, the way she sauntered down the hall, barefoot. "Hey, girl." I smiled, walking next to her. I was barely awake but happy to see her alive and seemingly well. She gave me a simple wave and continued her descent.

When I was in the lobby, gathering food for the two of us, I saw Lorelei. A pang of guilt traveled through me. I knew Robert was with someone else. I didn't have to guess what they did in the hours that I hadn't seen them, as Tiffany told me. I felt even worse when her sweet voice entered my ears. She looked lovely, a lengthy amount of beauty sleep under her belt. I tried my best to get our food quickly.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. Jimmy is hangry." I gave a fake laugh and left as quickly as I could.

He was asleep once more when I got to our room. He looked so peaceful, features mashed into the pillow, curls fanned over the case. I admired him for a moment before I shook his shoulder, waking him from his slumber. "Your breakfast is here. You should eat before it gets cold. We have a long day of travel ahead." He sat up at once and took the plate from my hands. I watched him eat, taking small bites and pausing between each one to drink from a bottle of water. So delicate and meticulous, he was, always needing routine.

When we boarded the bus, I was delighted to find Tiffany sitting behind me. Now she was on Bonzo's arm, wearing a thin smile and a pair of jeans. Her glittering night-life-look was gone, replaced by simple elegance. She really was a beautiful woman. She could even be a model if she tried. That's the funny thing about the patriarchy, the way women demean themselves.

In the light of day, she looked much better. The glitter was gone, and she was dressed much more modestly. Now that she secured her position with Bonzo she didn't need to wear the tube top or false eyelashes.

"You look great. I like those jeans." I complimented, looking at her from my seat. My neck was craned uncomfortably so I could look at her.

She gave me a smile and turned back to her man.

"What is that about?" I asked, turning to Jimmy. He turned to look at the scene I was alluding to. Her face was resting on his bicep, a look of serenity washing over them both. "She was with Robert last night," I whispered.

"They pass women around like it's square dancing." He was always making me laugh. His face lights up when I giggle, the corners of his rosebud lips raising and crinkling in absolute joy, like it's his life goal to make me happy. He almost looked relieved when he hears the sound of my laughter. I wondered if it was on account of his love or my propensity for gloom.

We spent the entirety of the flight in riveting conversation. Never once was there a lull in our talking. He was speaking about art, telling me more things he'd learned about the PRB when a name slipped from his mouth.

The name was "Jackie", one I'd never heard before. When I asked about her, he got quiet. I was afraid I'd stumbled upon a fling from before I'd arrived on tour. Thankfully, this was not the case.

He sighed heavily and went into a story about a girl he'd met before his days at art college. She had long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, a woman with incredible skill. He said it was both in music and breaking hearts. She'd fallen in love with him, taken his hand and pulled him along with her. They spent a year together, breaking up before he left for college. He said this was another reason for the burning of his artwork from his time at college. I thought it was a shame, I'd like to see what he'd created. I didn't believe his excuse of "poor draftsmanship". As he went on, I didn't interrupt, instead letting him ramble on about his experiences of love and heartbreak.

"One day it just stopped. I didn't see her anymore. I didn't look for her car when I went somewhere, I didn't hear her voice in my head, I couldn't even remember the way she looked at me in total adoration. The clanking of my heart had finally died. Our love had burnt out and was left smoking. Then, finally, I was left holding a cold match. And I tossed it aside, now living my life without the need for them. And then when I met you... It was like I realized my pilot light was out. There was a light missing, and I didn't even know it. You turned on the burners once more, got my flames going. And that's when I knew I didn't love her anymore. I found you, and in you, I felt more at home than ever."

"I didn't even know you'd had another girlfriend. Or that it ended so poorly. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. Jackie was... Jackie was nothing compared to you." When I didn't say anything, he spoke once more. "I haven't even so much as looked at anyone else since I've met you. That time I was on tour without you, without the knowledge that we were concrete, I was scared. That's why I snatched you up before we left England. It was driving me mad those weeks to be away from you. And when I couldn't stop thinking about you, that's when I knew I had to make you mine."

I wore a cheesy smile, smitten by his omission. And I believed him, I really did. Mostly because Jonesy had told me this a few days prior. He spoke to me about Jimmy's true feelings, his "lack of Jimmy-ness", as he put it. He told me that he abstained from groupies, not even speaking with the women he'd known for a long time.

"I'm afraid you've broken him. I don't know what you did, but he's not the same person I knew before you came along. And I like to see it. He looks happy, and so do you." He said with a cheeky grin on his face.

When I told Jimmy of this conversation, changing the subject from his feelings, he rolled his eyes. "For such a quiet fellow, he sure knows how to spill someone's business." We laughed at this, covering our mouths at Peter's pointed gaze. We were whispering, trying our best to maintain the decorum of quietness, but to no avail. We giggled for the entire flight, speaking about the book I'd gotten in Texas, our feelings, and the material for the new album.

I felt lucky to hear of his new album, privileged to be in his inner circle. This was the same feeling looming over me when he talked about how much he loved me. I was a lucky girl, to have this man. I'd finally found who I was looking for, my quest for love was finally over. I spent so many years begging to be held, yearning for someone to meet me as deeply as I met them. And Jimmy was up for the task, surprisingly so. He didn't seem to be at a place to love so sonorously. But he did, and smoothly so. There wasn't a crack in our sidewalk or a lip in the road. I was endlessly happy, my cup replenished and giving. What a shock, I thought, to see a love this pure. We were meant to find each other, meant to frolic in the hot sun together. And I was happy to be with him, happy to be in his arms each night. I know he felt the same.

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feenix-wright · 5 years

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I saw this and thought it looked fun (someoneelsemadethis I think their name is at the bottom of p2) Part 1

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

I honestly dont know XD it's been a long time

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

I can be a bit of both depending on if your someone new but I lean towards outgoing

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

All my friend at my next convention <3

4. Are you easy to get along with?

I'd like to think so I never seem to have a problem with people as long as you dont mind my crazy

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Maybe ? I'd hope so if I was left in there care

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Oh, ^////^ um that's alot to unpack but usually outgoing people into the same things I am there more but that's a good overview

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

gosh probably not but you never know love is weird but I also in no rush

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

no one atm but if you count fictional characters Phoenix wright I just saw a cute post

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

depends I dont like talking personal stuff or others personal stuff but in general it's a fine topic

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

A good friend

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

copy

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

ooof um 1. believe 2. natural 3 bad apple 4. smoke and mirrors 5.duolingo song cover

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

yeah it's nice as long as they ask first

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Yes I ask for them sometimes

15. What good thing happened this summer?

I am closer to my friends and farther from some I'm hoping to catch up with alot of them

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Yeah it was my grandma on her cheek :3

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

it would be crazy to say there is not in such a vast universe

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

No idk what even happened to them

19. Do you like bubble baths?

sometimes

20. Do you like your neighbors?

yes they are all very sweet

21. What are you bad habits?

if I'm super excited I will sometimes interrupt the conversation. I also laugh sometimes when I'm nervous

22. Where would you like to travel?

Japan . I'd like to see the tezuka museum

23. Do you have trust issues?

Yes but I'm generally still trusting

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

saying morning to my darling baby birds or flopping into the couch one of the 2

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

hmmmm I'm not really uncomfortable with myself

26. What do you do when you wake up?

planed around work on a normal day maybe between 8 and 10

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

I think it's a good color but I'm extra so lighter

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My long time friends and people who know me well

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

yes

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Yeah one day weddings are beautiful but I gotta find a partner first XD

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

yeah but not a long one

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

......^///^ wouldn't you like to know

33. Spell your name with your chin.

myle. (I got close its kyla XD)

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

no I never joined one

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV I need music in my life

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Yes all the time but crushes are a bit different than likeing I suppose but the answer is still yes

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

depends on the person I will likely say well

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

I would but I dont really have a dream guy or girl I kinda have a type like julian from the arcana but I leave my expectations open because you never know looks are deceiving

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

hmm I like Nordstrom . Minnesota market. games by James and such.

40. What do you want to do after high school?

well im already out I wanted to do alot of things but now I'm not sure

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

it's a gray area and a complicated topic I belive its story by story

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

something is wrong or I just need a quit moment usually the prior

43. Do you smile at strangers?

yes they may need some positivity

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

oooo tough choice but I'd go space

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

the general need to pee and do stuff

46. What are you paranoid about

hmmm being poked in the eye XD

47. Have you ever been high?

48. Have you ever been drunk?

yes

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Nah

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? navy

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

yeah but who hasnt

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

my weak self confidence

53. Favourite makeup brand?

ooooo Laura Mercier

54. Favourite store?

dont really have one tbh

55. Favourite blog? not sure I'd have to look them up

56. Favourite colour? Dark Blue lately

57. Favourite food? cherry cream cheese cookies

58. Last thing you ate? macaroni and meatballs

59. First thing you ate this morning?

caramel (unless you count ice)

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

yeah for visual arts

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

never

62. Been arrested? For what?

nope

63. Ever been in love?

Yes *deep dog sigh*

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

I was so nervous XD but I was a lil more out going than I am now and surprised them with it

65. Are you hungry right now?

I could eat but no not really

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

most of them are my real friends

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Facebook

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

not this moment

70. Names of your bestfriends?

*stares deep in your eyes* that's classified

71. Craving something? What?

marichino cherries

72. What colour are your towels?

royal blue

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

1000

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

why yes always

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? total alot

75. Favourite animal?

red tailed hawk

76. What colour is your underwear?

no I wont tell you

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

strawberry usually but vanilla is fine

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

as above XD but the caramel core blondies by Ben and Jerry's has my heart

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

black

80. What colour pants?

black

81. Favourite tv show?

ooo Black Jack (it's an anime)

82. Favourite movie?

Star trek into the darkness

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

been a loooooong time since I've watched these

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

I dont know

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

idk

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

marlin

87. First person you talked to today?

One of my friends

88. Last person you talked to today?

a coworker

89. Name a person you hate?

hate is so strong but trump fits that I supose

90. Name a person you love?

my parents I dont tell them enough

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

the customer who just peed on our stuff

92. In a fight with someone?

never been in that situation

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

3 maybe?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

1 atm

95. Last movie you watched?

the kings speach

96. Favourite actress?

hmmm I cant spell but knightly

97. Favourite actor?

Chris pine

98. Do you tan a lot?

no not a bit

99. Have any pets?

2 birbos

100. How are you feeling?

great atm maybe a bit sleepy

101. Do you type fast?

not as I'd like too

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