#of her and me in that house probably watching hour 3 of judge judy

[jmariko-blog1]

you live the life you settle with

1. emotional obstacle

During my time in high school, I have only dealt with two major emotional obstacles. The first occurred during my freshman year, when I got into a huge fight with my former best friend, [A], and she no longer wanted to be friends with me. Although I knew the transition from middle school to high school would be difficult, I never expected to lose my best friend in the process. We had been inseparable throughout middle school and I had always considered her my closest friend. However, upon entering high school, I joined cross country and became friends with [L] who she did not like. After growing closer to [L], [A] started cutting me off and stopped talking to me. Although I was hurt, I refused to apologize to her when I felt I had done nothing wrong. I missed talking to her, but I thought our friendship was stronger and we could move past this. However, she never came around. She began talking badly about me to my friends and blocked me on all social media. I was extremely hurt and decided to talk to her. I sent her a long message explaining my side of the story and admitting the things I did wrong. However, she ignored the text, which hurt a lot. I could not understand how we went from being best friends to this. Although we are still on bad terms, looking back, I am thankful she is no longer in my life. She was a very negative person and I have grown a lot from that experience. It helped me find my group of friends who I love and I know care deeply about me. 

Secondly, a couple years later, I experienced my second emotional obstacle. My grandfather had passed away. He was my only grandparent who was alive during my lifetime, and the most positive, easy-going person I have ever known. He was ninety-five years old and got sick the summer before my junior year. A couple days after feeling unwell, he was sent to the hospital and later passed away. It was the first death of a family member I experienced, and I had found out from looking at my mom’s phone. I was getting ready to go to my SAT class and I was pulling up the directions on my mom’s phone. I saw a notification from one of her close friends saying, “I’m so sorry. How are you going to tell Jenna?” and I instantly knew. I broke down and started to think of all of the fond memories I had of him and everything he would not be able to experience with me. However, with time I realized how lucky he was to have lived such a long, happy life. He had experienced so much during his time on Earth and he could finally reunite with his wife. In addition, I appreciate all he had done for my family and I. Although he hated traveling, he would always try to come down from San Jose to stay with us for a couple weeks over the summer. We would go on walks, watch Judge Judy and eat lots of Japanese food. He had a big impact on who I am today. From the things we like to our happy-go-lucky personality, we got along very well. 

2. past actions

Throughout my two years in cross country, I grew very close to four of my teammates: [L], [O], [E] and [M]. They quickly became my best friends and we did everything together. From waking up at four in the morning for races to dying on eight mile runs, we found ways to make the most miserable experiences fun. However, during our sophomore year, [M] started dating a boy who [L] was close to. After seeing the two together, [L] started getting jealous and ended up kissing [M]’s boyfriend. [M] felt betrayed by [L] and no longer wanted to associate with her at all. She avoided her at all costs and purposely left her out of the rest of the group. [O], [E] and I did not know what to do. We felt bad for [M] and knew what [L] did was wrong, but none of us wanted to abandon [L] when everyone else started turning on her. I did not know how to be there both of them, especially when we were all together during practices and meets. I continued to hang out with both of them separately, letting [M] rant when she needed to and offering [L] advice and support. Although it was rough and tense for a couple weeks, [M] eventually moved on and realized that their friendship was more important than a boy. Our group dynamic slowly began to return to the way it was and [M] ended up being thankful for [L] for helping her realize who he truly was. 

It was extremely difficult for me to figure out how to treat this situation at first because I wanted to be able to be there for both of them but did not know how. However, a couple years later, I now know I treated the situation appropriately and the importance of nurturing both friendships during a dispute. 

3. current inactions

Being a senior in high school, I feel pressed for time. In a matter of months, my childhood friends and I will be going our separate ways. From going to different colleges and moving to different states to exploring new interests and meeting new people, I do not know where we all will be in the upcoming year. I want to make the most of the time we have left, but with school, work and my horrible procrastination habits, I feel like I never have time. I want to go on spontaneous adventures with my friends and meet new people, but with homework and no car, it is hard to get out of the house. In addition, I feel dependent and trapped without a car. I do not want to have to rely on my parents and friends to drive me everywhere, which often leads to me spending my weekends at home on youtube and tiktok. However, I plan to be more spontaneous and social during second semester. Instead of focusing all of my energy on school, like I have been for the past three years, I understand that I need to balance my school and social life. One bad grade is not going to kill me and it is okay to have fun, even if it is on a weekday.

4. legacy (best friend)

My best friend is [E]. We met in fifth grade in Mrs. [K]’s class and instantly became friends. From middle school orchestra to high school cross country and track, we have spent countless hours together, and surprisingly, are not sick of each other yet. 

If I were to pass away tomorrow, [E] would probably remember me for my sense of humor, work ethic and our relationship. We had the ability to make light of any situation, and we could always make each other laugh - which wasn’t always ideal. From getting kicked out of eighth grade english class for laughing too much and too loud to doing the same in ninth grade history, we probably should have paid a little more attention to the class’ lesson. In addition, [E] would probably commend me on my work ethic. From persevering through difficult, steep cross country races to countless hours of studying and working on homework, I have always been very motivated to do well. Lastly, she would probably describe my legacy through our relationship. We have grown so close in the past seven years and our friendship is irreplaceable. We are so comfortable around each other and we are the only people we can completely open up to. 

5. legacy (family)

To be honest, I am not sure what my parents or brother would say about me if I were to pass away tomorrow. Growing up in an Asian household, praise was very rare. Excelling in academics and extracurriculars were expected and hardly acknowledged. However, I think my mom would commend me for my strong, independent nature, which she often complimented me on. Being a girl in our current society, she thought it was very important for me to be able to take care of myself and instilled these values in me growing up. In addition, my mom would probably mention my Gold Award as part of my legacy. She had always wanted me to complete it, and being the only girl in my troop to do so, she was extremely proud. 

Similarly, my dad would commend me on my work ethic and good grades. Although he was usually pushing me to enroll in harder classes and explore more activities at our school, he was proud of me for always excelling in school. He said he had never had to worry about me or my grades, which was a stressful burden with my brother. 

6. epitaph + reflection

“in” - Jack Lemmon

I like Lemmon’s epitaph because it is short, simple and comedical. After passing away, your family is mourning for you and remembering everything you accomplished, and I think it was kind of him to make his friends and family laugh during this difficult time. In addition, I think it is important and unique to be remembered solely by one’s words and sense of humor instead of the time when you were alive.

“Damn, it’s dark down here.” - Thatcher

Similarly, I like Thatcher’s epitaph because he chose a way to spread happiness and smiles even after his death. Instead of having a serious, standard epitaph, he chose to make light of the situation. He made a little, light joke to bring his loved ones some happiness while they mourned his death. 

7. epitaph creation 

“[J M]. [Month Day, Year]. Mother, Wife, Occupational Therapist. ‘She saw the world and worked to changed it too.’”Ever since I was young, I have always wanted the stereotypical happily ever after story I grew up watching. I want to find happiness through experiences, people, food and music. I want to get married to someone I love and can spend my life with. I want to have a family with a couple of kids and a dog. I enjoy taking care of children and cannot wait to have some of my own. I want a fulfilling job as a school-based occupational therapist, where I can help kids with special needs and learning disabilities. I want to travel the world and make a difference in it. Instead of wasting my potential like many of the characters we learned about, I want to help those around me, along with making sure I maintain my happiness. 

[1112lw]

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LONG POST AHEAD IF U LITERALLY WANNA KNOW ME PERSONALLY JUST READ THIS LMFAO

1: Name: Arche/Jupiter, my close friends know my real name so!

2: Age: High school has just been done so try to guess

3: Fears: Heights, oral presentations, the dark

4: 3 things I love: Drawing, men- concept art n stuff like that

5: 4 turns on: Oh here we go- uhh thighs, messy hair? when they give u The Look or when they. say things i will not talk about here HHGBDF n uhhh Arms 👀👀

6: 4 turns off: weird macho attitude, overly confident bullshit, being selfish and fuckboys in general

7: My best friend: not sure what this means but my bff is named Daphnée n i love her and ive known her my whole life so 

8: Sexual orientation: homosexuale

9: My best first date: :))))))) as if

10: How tall am I: sigh. I’m 5″4

11: What do I miss: sometimes i miss the feeling loved ig

12: What time were I born: 12:19

13: Favourite color: pink!

14: Do I have a crush

15: Favourite quote: My senior quote!! “if what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, I’m telling you I’m immortal”

16: Favourite place: well? my room ig? I like my yard too

17: Favourite food: ugh ramen,,,korean dishes are TASTE as fuck but i also like classic ass spaghetti so like lol

18: Do I use sarcasm: does it look like i dont

19: What am I listening to right now: dr.phil LMFAO

20: First thing I notice in new person: Hair and eyes!! also how they laugh

21: Shoe size: Like. a 7-8 in women’s 6 in men’s 

22: Eye color: Hazel/Golden yes bitch let me be special

23: Hair color: it’s either dark brown or golden brown idk

24: Favourite style of clothing: bruv its either kpoppie fuckboy or uwu skirts pastels

25: Ever done a prank call?: no i have anxiety

26: Meaning behind my URL:

27: Favourite movie: rise of the guardians and HTTYD

28: Favourite song: Comeback Home (BTS cover)

29: Favourite band: looks in the camera i dont know nan molla huh

30: How I feel right now: I’m fine im hungry

31: Someone I love: shoutout to my babeys in my server ily

32: My current relationship status: Single(tm)

33: My relationship with my parents: theyre fine ig just a bit tired

34: Favourite holiday:

35: Tattoos and piercing I have: Ear piercings? that’s it

36: Tattoos and piercings I want:

37: The reason I joined Tumblr:

38: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I sure hope not?

39: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? A bit ig?

40: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Literally no

41: When did I last hold hands? Like last Friday

42: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes

43: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? no i havent shaved in like months

44: Where am I right now? in my room, in quebec, canada

45: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? bitch i sure hope my friends would

46: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? fuck my ears 

47: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? yeah

48: Am I excited for anything? yeah? yeah

49: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? ig? always

50: How often do I wear a fake smile? just at work tbh

51: When was the last time I hugged someone? not long ago i cant tell but my friends r cuddle monsters so 

52: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? i havent kissed anyone so 

53: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? lemme think uhhh no not rlly im not dumb 

54: What is something I disliked about today? i woke up n i thought i had school lol

55: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? oh john cock i want to be ur best friend

56: What do I think about most? i daydream 24/7

57: What’s my strangest talent? uhhh i can put my thumb behind my hand?

58: Do I have any strange phobias? trypophobia, if thats “weird”

59: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? depends on what the video is, mostly behind

60: What was the last lie I told? idk answering to my deadname

61: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? online

62: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I slightly believe in ghosts? also aliens GOTTA exist so 

63: Do I believe in magic? i think!

64: Do I believe in luck? yeah

65: What’s the weather like right now? very pretty i filmed a video outside!!

66: What was the last book I’ve read? L’Étranger d’Albert Camus in french class

67: Do I like the smell of gasoline? yes my dad’s a mechanic

68: Do I have any nicknames? a lot a lot

69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? bitch @ my birth #neverforget 

70: Do I spend money or save it? i have 40$ in my name right now

71: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no

72: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? yes highlighter

73: Favourite animal? cats or otters

74: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? FBISDFD NO WE DONT TALK ABOUT IT

75: What do I think is Satan’s last name idk he can have any last name he wants!!!

76: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? everytime i start hearing “waiting for you anpanman” or “i just wanna go home” 👀👀

77: How can you win my heart? aaahh. be a twink. b fashionable. b funny. cheesy. pls romance me like a npc in the sims 2

78: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? s(he) died smh

79: What is my favorite word? cunt is SUCH a satisfying word

80: My top 5 blogs on tumblr? oh great uh honestly cant be fucked 

81: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? please have brain. PLEASE

82: Do I have any relatives in jail? i sure hope the fuck not?

83: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? either invisibility or mind reading

84: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? ahaaa “what are your intrusive thoughts”

85: What is my current desktop picture? my lesbian sims getting married LMFAO

86: Had sex? no

87: Bought condoms? no

88: Gotten pregnant? NO

89: Failed a class? i think yeah maths last year

90: Kissed a boy? :(((

91: Kissed a girl? no

92: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? no

93: Had job? I have a job rn so 

94: Left the house without my wallet? yeah when i go to school

95: Bullied someone on the internet? define bullying?

96: Had sex in public? virgin squad

97: Played on a sports team? yeah

98: Smoked weed? no ew

99: Did drugs? no ew

100: Smoked cigarettes? NO EW

101: Drank alcohol? yep 

102: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? no i’d die

103: Been overweight? i’m twig

104: Been underweight? i think i was underweight when i was young? i was very Small

105: Been to a wedding? yes very long boring

106: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? bruh. everyday

107: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? probably?

108: Been outside my home country? ONCE

109: Gotten my heart broken? TWICE !

110: Been to a professional sports game? yesss canadians game!!

111: Broken a bone? no

112: Cut myself? not technically 

113: Been to prom? SOON SOON SOON SOSOSNSBFSHDD

114: Been in airplane? once

115: Fly by helicopter? i am not rich bitch

116: What concerts have I been to? noneeee- WAIT NO MARIE MAI

117: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? not sex but for the purpose of pretending i have a penis yes plenty

118: Learned another language? yeah!! i learned english, i almost learned spanish and i’m trynna learn korean now

119: Wore make up? i try!! but i’m not super good

120: Lost my virginity before I was 18? not 18 yet but it’s goin that way

121: Had oral sex? as if 

122: Dyed my hair? i wishhh

123: Voted in a presidential election? I WISH THE ELECTIONS R ONE MONTH B4 MY BIRTHDAY 

124: Rode in an ambulance? nope

125: Had a surgery? yes at a week old 

126: Met someone famous? i think yes but i was super small

127: Stalked someone on a social network? define stalked?

128: Peed outside? yes

129: Been fishing? YES

130: Helped with charity? i think? we do volunteering so 

131: Been rejected by a crush? not directly

132: Broken a mirror? no 

133: What do I want for birthday? boyf......boy..boyff

134: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? oh man uhh maybe 2-3, i dont know their names yet honestly

135: Was I named after anyone? MY DAD NAMED ME AFTER A FUCKIN CLIENT HE MET. as for my actual name now I named myself after my fav video game character. lit

136: Do I like my handwriting? yeah!!

137: What was my favourite toy as a child? bitch hot wheels

138: Favourite Tv Show? hells kitchen,,,,judge judy,,,anythin like that

139: Where do I want to live when older? honestly i wish i could just live in japan or tokyo, or new york? but i will most likely end up in montreal 

140: Play any musical instrument? i used to play the clarinet last year!!

141: One of my scars, how did I get it? the one on my knee, i scratched my desk with my knee 

142: Favourite pizza toping? my dad makes AMAZING sea food pizzas,,,

143: Am I afraid of the dark? a lot

144: Am I afraid of heights? A LOT

145: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? idk prolly? im a bit of a goody two shoes or however u spell it

146: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end: dont we all

147: What I’m really bad at: organizing my anxiety n shit i get overwhelmed

148: What my greatest achievments are: finishing high school 

149: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: honestly has to be that time someone dug up my vent post about being dysphoric to try to say i hated myself with some dumbass DySphorIa Is SelF HaTRed argument

150: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: pay my parents’ debt off, buy 284223$ of BT21 merch, pay my whole college/uni and transition

151: What do I like about myself: idk i like how i literally do not give a fuck anymore and ive learned to love myself instead of trynna care

152: My closest Tumblr friend: @peptobismol-official​ @ace-landofthesun​ @dorkalisious​ and ana but idk her @ anymore :((( ana pls

153: Something I fantasise about: we dont talk about that

154: Any thoughts on the paranormal?: lit. please stop crawling in my ceiling !

ok now that u know my whole biography. go doxx me ig. bye bye

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[summernumber74]

“Summer No. 74″ — Day 2 — 3,341/50,000

Judy thought she looked extremely serious and handsome rushing around the loading docks. “Someone mixed up these frat t-shirts with the sorority t-shirts, and then packed all of that underneath Student Life sweatshirts and that order doesn’t even need to be filled until October. Plus there’s the radio station and then a couple of the bars downtown wanted stuff by the time students move in.” Finally she tied up her hair, put her thin long fingers to her temples, hummed The Proud Family theme to herself. Judy, feeling the sweat on her brow beginning to melt again, knew she’d miss this beautifully earnest woman. In spite of the strange, only half-born nature of their mutual affections, Judy felt that over this long miserable summer flew a huge banner that, in gold letters like an Irish manuscript, read KATHLEEN’S SINCERE KINDNESS. And Judy had found shade under that banner, out of the sun that knows everything, every thing in Judy’s loathsome heart. She went over to where Kathleen was cutting through the tape of unlabeled boxes, reached for, and then pulled back from, her sweatshirt sleeve. “Hey, Kathleen, I know there’s a lot going on here and—” Kathleen, brief, turned and said, “What if you stay at my place this weekend? Like, over night? And come in on Sunday? I mean, you can keep your stuff at my place, even if it’s a lot.”

“Well well well, if it isn’t Judge Judy!” Ken was being weird tonight. Judy figured a customer at the Ea-Z Freez had made a scene right as their shift ended, which always got them wound up. Judy shut the door behind her and gathered herself. “Hey Ken,” Judy being singsong hesitant. Ken came from around the corner in a sports bra and pink camo cargo shorts, their forearms dripping wet up to the elbows. “Need a judgment of yours. I’ve been soaping down the kitchen counter for and that’s good to go, though there’s something weird in the cabinets I want you to look at. More the issue is that no one else can figure out what to do with the mold in the shower. I texted Angie and she says try to burn it off. Dani says I shower the most so it’s my issue to figure out. Oh and listen I think Danny-II already left, so we’re stuck with his stuff. I found this pair of corduroy pants of his that I think you might like,” Ken pointed with their toe at a pile of olive brown next to Danny-II’s open door. All that was left was a small pile of books owed to the public library, a few garments, and a wall-to-wall collection of anime posters. Most of the idol posters had already been folded up and, Judy saw, placed right next to Angie’s door. Hmm-ing for a minute, Judy said, “I might take the…Cowboy Bebop posters?” Dani slammed open the door, her hand over her mouth, doing the anime “Incredulous Woman” laugh— “HueHueHueHue! Someone who doesn’t watch anime? Who likes Cowboy Bebop? Perish the thought!” Judy knew there was an immense amount of chaos in the house tonight. “Did you hear me from outside,” Judy asked. Dani shrugged and said, “I am extremely sensitive to sounds.”

Judy started rifling through Danny-II’s library books, said, “Hey Dani maybe you need to flip through this,” and threw a hardbound New Solutions for Soundproofing Your Home: Revised for Wine Rooms & Home Entertaining over Dani’s forehead, grazing her buzzed hair. “Man O Man,” Judy said, “What didn’t this guy read? Listen to this: Weather Systems in the American Southwest, 1981-1995; The Unpublished Dan Brown; Reconsidering the Byzantines: Post-Ottoman Greek Nationalisms; A People’s History of Real Estate Fraud in the Early American Republic; Home Maintenance Volume 2: Patio Maitenance. This guy reads the weirdest shit.” Ken wiped their arms on their pink camo and grabbed the Dan Brown, flipping through it as they walked back towards the kitchen. Dani picked up the book on weather and unfolded weather pattern maps, whistling like they centerfolds. “Wow, New Mexico in ’86 was… bonkers.”  Judy hollered towards the kitchen, “Well, if he’s out of here, I’ll take these back tomorrow.” “Alright, alright, I’ll leave this out,” Ken said. Dani tossed the weather book back on the floor, the map still unfolded.

 Judy and Dani spent some time trying to get the kitchen together. The weird thing in the cabinet, which was indescribable, something like an architectural defect and a distinct object halfway present in space and time, they left to tomorrow. While Judy swept, Dani said, “So, Jeremy texted me a couple minutes ago. He says you might not be around much this weekend?” Ken, extremely relaxed out on their loveseat with their legs on the coffee table around both side of the little LCD television, raised an eyebrow over the Dan Brown. “Well, you know…I went to pick up my check today and Ricki hadn’t come by yet. It’s her mom, I think, or her aunt or something? Well anyway you know that goofy thing Jeremy does when he’s in his zone?” Dani laughed. “You mean that goofy Humphrey Bogart look from the movie posters? Yeah, that kid’s a trip,” and Dani, in imitation, drew her lips tight and made her forehead strained still. With the look still on her face, Dani got right next to Ken and whipped the book up out of their hands. “Hey! I was reading that,” Ken reached behind the loveseat, straining over a bit. Dani turned around, rubbed her thumb on her lower lips, and said in an arch French accent, “B-oooogey.” Judy snorted at this and continued, “Anyway, I think I’m gonna try to work a couple shifts before I leave, just a couple hours, and then I’m gonna keep my stuff at Kathleen’s and, like, stay there Saturday night.” Now Ken was involved, saying, “Oh! So you and Kathleen are talking, huh? Or, I mean, again?” Judy tried to keep the excitement she was feeling out of her voice, saying, “It’s not like we stopped talking. I mean, we’re close and we saw each other every day at work, you know. It’s like, if our landlord’s coming by to take our keys on Saturday, anyway, I’m not going to want to drive back just to make a little money, even if it’s helping out.” Judy felt satisfied with what she felt was a masterful deflection.

 Until Dani added, “Oh, well, Jeremy said you seemed much more enthusiastic about it. You, lemme check my phone, I want to get this right—” and she peaked at her phone in her pocket, “You, and I quote, ‘did that weird hop-step Judy does when she’s really living her life.’ Is that true?” Judy felt her face get hot, but Dani said, “Oh, well you seem very cool about it. Maybe Jeremy was just reading into things. He did say that Kathleen seemed pretty pleased with herself when she told him, though. He said she was especially shoulder pad-y when you left.” Judy and Dani and Ken all simultaneously went “Ah, hmmmmm,” at that. Judy let this sit in the air and groaned. “Y’all…I really liiiiiiike her. She’s very tall.” Ken said, “ Well, be realistic. What could something like this mean except for some kind of, uh, interest? Or something?” “Yeah,” Dani said, “I mean it’s not like y’all had any kind of falling out or anything in the first place. You just, what, she went to see her family for a few weeks, you got kind of,” Dani, searching for a delicate word, making a ‘come on, come on’ hand gesture next to her own head, “weird? I guess? And there was that like, that thing at the party. I dunno. Ken’s got it right, don’t worry about it. Even if she’s not trying to marry you, she must wanna still, what? Keep close after you leave town? And you’re gonna visit, right? What’s the worry, then. You two’ll probably just, what, watch some ABC Family melodrama, make out on her porch and go to sleep. It’ll be cute, enjoy yourself.”

“Huh, that makes me think,” Judy said hesitantly. “Does she only want me over on Saturday, or also, like, earlier? Maybe I should text her.” She rubbed her hands, dusty from having moved on to clean the graveyard of spiders that was the top of the cabinets, and sent Kathleen a text:

           J: Hey! So, i’m just trying to let my mom know what’s up for this weekend

           J: She doesn’t *need* me home urgently per se so like maybe i could come hang out with you all weekend?

                       Sent 10:06 PM

           J: Like when we’re not at work. I know you’re super busy!! But like i can work in the mornings or            

           afternoons or whenever and then when we’re not working… or like…

                       Sent 10:07 PM

           J: Could i stay over friday and saturday too?

           J: Or you could come and hang here too?

                       Sent 10:10 PM

                                   Read 10:53 PM

           K: Hey! Are you still around? We JUST got out. Me and Jerry are going to go get a drink. Are you up?  The two of us would love to see you again:)

                       Sent 12:01 AM

           J: Oooooh

           J: I’m honestly so gross rn i’m actually about to shower real quick y’all go ahead

                       Sent 12:02 AM

                                   Read 12:02 AM

           K: Haha awww I feel that. Hey why don’t we just get something from the gas station and come over. You  still have that gross couch? Like, it didn’t get torched at the destruction party :p Do you want anything?

                       Sent 12:03 AM

           J: Umm just get me a…            J: bud lite lime lmao

                       Sent 12:05 AM

                                   Read 12:05 AM

           K: You got it! ^___^ See you soon <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

                       Sent 12:05 AM

           J: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[frenchbreadat2am]

i want you to know and remember how you feel right now before you get too high

last night everything was good. it could have been good. but it was a hard day the worst day. the night before brett thought you were mad at him, which yo weren’t. but you went and saw that movie, too. the one that hit way too close to home. he said you were attacking him. it reminded you of way back when. of spencer. of your mom. of judy. you fought back. he couldn’t be right. and it ended ok. it ended up with him saying he loves you. not apologizing. just I love yous.

and all day long you were fucked up. fucked up from this epiphany. of how long youve felt this way. so all day long it felt like 10 years of repressed energy was boiling up at once. all day long you flip flopped between hating yourself, hating everyone else, and thinking maybe it might be ok. that I could put it behind me. that from now on, everything would be good. it would be perfect. I would be perfect.

so you went on a run, you joined a new gym after work. you looked up movie times, and considered going to one alone. as you scrolled through you saw the movie brett wanted to see with you. the one you couldn’t see without him. you grapple with going alone, turning off your phone, shutting everyone out especially him. smoking enough weed that it didn’t matter. but that didn’t feel healthy, and this was your new leaf after all. so you called him, you asked if he wanted to go, and oh look! he has a screener. he’ll just go pick up from his friends and we can watch at his house - super convenient, and a lot more comfy. perfect. you make yourself dinner, and you’re so excited, so ready to feel what it might be like to be ok, that you take it with you. you eat your salad over the steering wheel on the way to his house, and when you get there he’s not back from picking up the movie. so you goof off with his roomies. they like you. you like them. there’s real affection there, and they think you’re cool. so you must be, everything must be good. you feel ok, you see a bottle of wine, and think, maybe I might want one later too.

brett gets home, and as soon as he walks in your embarrassed. he doesn’t come up to kiss you right away, he barely says hi - he’s too focused on helping one roomie put up blinds. but it’s ok, you tell yourself. this is in your head. stop overthinking. he doesn’t mean anything bad by it, and this is our new leaf, remember? if someone doesn’t mean something bad, it’s on you to take it the wrong way. right. I assure myself. I suggest we walk to get a bottle of wine - a roomie says the liqour store is close by. we take florence and it’s nice. brett chatters on - i don’t remember what about. that feels telling.

after we get back, brett asks if he can have 2 minutes to fold his clothes. I do realize what he’s saying but I play dumb, “what? Oh yeah no rush babe.” 30 minutes passes. I’m ok. I can feel the coldness slowly creeping into the peripherals of my eyes, but I stay focused straight ahead. I flip through channels and land on funny ones so that the roomies and I can laugh and the room can feel warm, despite my growing fear. Finally, he’s ready, and now we have to figure out how to get this game console up to his room. After a tense moment of neither of us knowing what we’re doing, we succeed! The playstation is finally below his TV. It’s late now - almost 11. I realize if I was at home I would be in bed, probably about to fall asleep. This unsettles me.

The playstation doesn’t work still, or rather we don’t know how to work it. I sit in bed, knees to my chest, watching, offering useless advice while Brett tries different buttons. Just as I’ve talked myself back into settling into this night, settling into the choice I made to come here, to watch this movie that I won’t get to finish because I need to be asleep by midnight.....the 3rd roomie comes home, and bursts into the door. He needs his playstation. He takes it. It’s his, Brett say, but we can just use the Wii! I know the remote doesn’t have batteries, and I tell him so. And suddenly, I break. The fight - I lose it. And I’m saying things I know he won’t want to hear - let’s just not. I don’t want to. It’s too late. I’ll fall asleep.

SO we put ona documentarty I don’t want to watch, and I ask him if I can talk to him. This is the good part, so listen closely.

He sighs. He doesn’t want to talk, so I tell him he won’t have to. I just need someone to talk TO. He asks if I need the sound off - I say please. And then I cry. I tell him everything I haven’t said to anyone else. Not everything. I don’t trust him enough to throw a pity party, so I don’t focus on everything that’s gotten me to this place, but I do focus on where I am now. Depressed.

I’m depressed and I tell him so. I’ve been so depressed. I’ve felt so alone, even when I’m with people. I don’t know when to be myself, and when not to be. It feels like I can’t do anything right. It feels like the things that I love, I’m doomed to ruin. Including our relationship. I’ve been scheduling out my life - work, gym, home, smoke weed before it all catches up, fall asleep. take a nyquil if you have to. and don’t eat carbs. eat at certain times. write all this down in your planner. write down how you feel at the beginning of each day, so that you can push it away for the rest of the hours. I tell him I’m starting to feel better - that talking helped, that I really needed that.

But I feel something else, in the frays of the moment. He’s listening, but he’s not hearing what I’m saying. He’s not thinking about it the way I want him to. Oh, but he’s thinking. I say I’m sorry, I say I’m so thankful that he listened, I say I’m so thankful to have him, that I’m sorry I brought the mood down. That I understand now that this facade, this schedule I’ve made for myself, it became warped. And so I short circuited. But I know what happened now, so I’m sorry. Please don’t judge me. I’m sorry. Please don’t ever thinkin I’m hurting you on purpose. I’m sorry. I’m thankful for you, and I’m sorry.

I try to kiss him, he’s cuddling me now. Hasn’t said much, but his arms are there. I keep trying to kiss him. He won’t open his mouth. These kisses are dry, and closed, and cold. 

He says I just went on an emotional roller coaster, and he’s got a lot on his mind too. Thinking about a lot. Mulling over a lot. I ask,

what are you thinking about?

he resists, hesitates, complains that it’s too late. and finally says everything i’m afraid to hear. as if he dove into my brain and explored every space and tunnel until he found the pulsing, dark collection of truths I disguise in my present conscious as anxious fabrication and deceit. 

i’m young. he’s been through this with his own shit. he doesn’t know if he wants to go through it again. he doesn’t know if I make him happy. He doesn’t know if we can make each other happy. he says we’ve had this talk so many times. he says it happens a lot, more than with any other relationship he’s been in. he doesn’t know if he wants it in his life. He used to have a flow, he says. he misses that. he has no flow. he can’t get through a week without something going wrong. it’s not all me, it’s everything. 

I say - you want to break up. I say it honestly, questioningly, openly. I am so depressed, dead, hopeless, that it doesn’t even hurt to suggest that sure, he can’t handle it. it’s my fault. 

He’s immediately exasperated. No, it’s not something that happens overnight, he says. You always say that. You always latch onto this idea of breaking up. It’s not like you’re not going to be my best friend forever. But am I even making you happy? I don’t know how to respond, because the answer is yes and no. He makes me happy, but he’s not making me happy. Like the love before him, the more he focuses on this fulfillment of making sad, angry, mean cash happy - the more he realizes he can’t. And the more he’s sure I’ll always be sad, angry, and mean. And the more he visualizes this, even in a perfectly happy countenance of mine. And the more he resents it. But I don’t say this. Because how could I/?

Instead, I reason out loud now. I should have stayed home. I knew something was wrong, and I came over anyway. and I got mad at you, for what? For something the clock was keeping - time? afraid I would all asleep before the movie ended? insistent it was worthless to watch. how selfish of me. how as usual, thoughtless and selfish, and narcissistic of me. And I should work on my depression on my own. Talking to you wasn’t honest, I don’t think, and I realize that now. I wanted a reaction. I wanted a hug. I placed an expectation in my head that you were supposed to fulfill, one that I disguised as self expression, when it was really self serving. I need to stick with having those moments when I’m alone, so I know they are true, and real, and not manipulative. 

Towards that last bit, he starts to protest. No, you should talk to me. It’s ok to be emotional - I don’t know. I can’t remember all of it. Because it so wen’t against everything he had said previously. And even if Brett really did believe it was ok to be emotional, the real pain came from him not wanting me to be emotional with him. So I finish, as I’m too far gone anyway, 

“When you’re alone it’s safe. That’s the only time it’s safe”

He just says, that’s not true. It’s the only thing he sounds sure about, the only thing he seems to really want me to know. But I still don’t believe it. Even today, right now, I don’t believe it.

I whisper one last I’m sorry, because that’s all I’m made of at this point. I’m just a pretty, toned girl, balancing her diet to a T and running 3, 4, 5 miles every day in a desperate bid for control. I’ve burned away all the fluff and the top layers of stinging anxiety, but then all I’m left with is this. This useless hole of I’m sorrys. 

He says, don’t apologize. 

I have nightmares all night and keep finding myself awake and sweating over and over again. Finally, it’s a normal hour. Alarms sound, are snoozed..and we’re holding each other. If nothing else, we’ve nailed this moment every morning for the past 9 months. He showers and I walk the dog, a favor to him, it’s clear. I ask what he’s doing tonight. If we can try again. I can make dinner, I can make it up to him. I know I was lame, that last night didn’t go as planned. But let me show you what I truly want this to be, what we both know it is beyond the confusion and doubt.

He’s already having dinner with his other friend, he says. Last night was the night to do it. 

And just like that, I’m empty again. And just like that, I’m arrested by the only response I know, the only thing that fills me up. “I’m sorry.”

And again, he contradicts himself - don’t be sorry, don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault.

We walk outside, he kisses me goodbye, says I love you. I kiss him back, and say anything. I don’t think he notices. He tells me to have a good day. I say you too. He says sure gunna be a great day, with so much bitterness and sarcasm it knocks me - not to reality, but instead to opportunity. This is where I get to be cool. This is where I get to remind him. So I say, Of course babe you’re going to have an awesome day! The warmth in my voice surprises even me. 

Like a car that blasts hot air into your face after you’ve just escaped the seething cold outside. A fleeting, blanketing cozy, that you know will disappear as soon as you open the door, or a window.

He’s respondent to it - “Yeah! I mean, probably. Yeah should be alright.” It’s something. I remind him to let me know if his friend cancels, he says he will, and it feels ok. I’m white knuckling it. But I’m still not crying, or begging. 

And then I left. And I went home. And I started writing this. And suddenly 15 ferocious minutes passed, and I knew I was going to be late for work. So I saved it and I drove fast, and for the first time before my very fancy job, I hotboxed my car. A 7 eleven stop came next, for eyedrops. I put my bra on, lipstick, concealer, bronzer. I look alive. I feel numb. I feel alone, but mostly, I feel safe.

[twilightpony4]

Ola Americano... Turtle?: 3. Packed Up

For the past hour, Leonardo had been talking with Splinter when they got back home. The family knew better to stray from their conversation, but every now and then as the two wondered about the lair, one or two would catch Leo’s haze, asking through their eyes whether or not they were allowed to go. When Splinter had not yet given an answer, his eyes would squint quickly with a scowl before presuming his attention to his father. Sure enough, one of the mutants got a quick nod instead. At the moment, the mutants began packing while Splinter continued to speak with Leonardo. Word has been spread all the way to the surface in which April and Casey had come down to see them.

Currently, April was assisting Donatello with his pack as Casey sat on his desk with arms folded and nonchalantly expecting his lab. The turtles do not amuse him much just as Vern but they were good kids and it would be polite to see them off.

“You guys head off to more trips than I’ve ever taken. I thought I was the reporter.” April realized, laughing as she folded and tucked a blanket in his bag.

“The tables have turned.” He snickered while folding some wires up and wrapping them neatly. “You know where everything’s at, right?” April stopped to count off her fingers.

“Food in the fridge, beds in the bedroom, secret soda stash, yep.” She spoke with ease while her eyes looked aimlessly to the sky as she listed everything off. Donnie shook his head smiling.

“Check the cabinets.” He dared. A devious smile from him had the girl smile as well when she left his room. In a matter of seconds (The boy’s rooms were never too far from the kitchen), she returned back with a little plastic container. There was a label covering it for the most part, but you were able to make out the many tiny, hard pieces when she gave it a shake.

“Wasabi peas!” She exclaimed with the utmost gratitude. The guys introduced it to her but mostly as a last resort snack. Once they got her hooked, they could see April devouring their entire supply in one sitting (in which Donnie did warn was bad for her). It has become so constant that Raphael began to call it “O’neil’s rabbit food”.

“Wasabi peas?” Casey echoed less enthusiastically. He put out his hand. “Let me see those.” He asked in which April complied with a twisted smile. The man read the label, which was clear as day and opened the top. One whiff and his entire face contorted of disgust from the pungent smell of the wasabi.

“How can you eat these?” He cried, forcing the container closed and back into her hands. April shook her head and popped one into her mouth to show off.

“Now I know you won’t get into them.” She smirked. Casey’s eyes were upset and watery with his shirt bunched up by his nose.

“It’s just a little appreciation for you keeping Splinter company down here. We didn’t know what you liked Casey,” He admitted, plopping himself into his chair to continue packing while sitting. “but April can show you our stashes.”

“No problem, I enjoy hanging with him.” The woman added. “Brings back some of the good times, you know.” With warm memories, she placed a noisy plastic bag full of who knows what in his pack.

“W-wait!” Jones unplugged his nose and stood up straight. “The rat’s the only one down here?” The terrapin looked done with his half-lidded expression and notable groan towards the man. April, too, showed her dismay by rolling her eyes.

“He has a name. Master Splinter.”

“Master-my-butt!” He spoke without thinking. The room got quiet for a moment, waiting on the man to apologize for refusing to recognize Splinter and contemplate what he just shouted. Soon the man realized and shook his head and arms. “Anyways, you expect me to keep company with... “ He caught himself before he could say “Splinter? After the… man took me down after meeting him?” There was so much distress in his tone that Donatello had a hard time keeping his smile to himself.

“You charged him.” He said to keep his quick bursts of air from passing his lips, practically choking on his laughter. Casey extended his arm to ‘point’ and stepped towards the two.

“After you guys told me to!”

“That’s all Raph and Mikey.” At this point, Donatello’s could only hide his face in his lap. Sure, he was already somewhat laughing, but maybe not showing the contorted smile on his face won’t upset the man any further.

“But you stood there and watched!” He yelled over his shell. Despite his best efforts to get across the two, a turtle was cracking up laughing and the woman was on his side, not laughing but still smiling.

“If I’m not here,” Her sentence broke up some from the hidden giggles within herself. April placed a hand on his shell to acknowledge him that she was talking to him. “A-angel decided she wants to come down too. She enjoys maintaining his little baby trees.”

“Bonsai trees.” The terrapin rose with glee. A finger went to wipe a tear out of his eye. “Doesn’t seem her style.”

“She’s a special one.”

“Angel…” Casey interrupted. “that’s your kid, right? The girl you took in?”

“That’s the one.”

“Why’s she not here? Mikey left to go to her house, but I’d think she’d come to us to see us all off.” He reached over his desk to grab a few boxes of different flavored pop-tarts to put in his bag. So far, it looked like there was not enough space for a couple of the boxes to not make the trip, but Donnie would find a way. Donnie will find a way.

“Today’s not a fun day for her.” She explained. Her joyful tone deteriorated and spoke a little quieter. “Girl stuff.” A slight head cock forward and crossed arms was enough of an answer for him.

“Say no more.” He said, putting his hands up in surrender. Then, he looked to stuff the last two boxes in his bag but the zipper wouldn’t budge. He’d pack them tighter, but he wouldn’t treat his precious snacks like that. Crumbly pop tarts = OH HECK NAW! The turtle sulked for a brief moment, devising a plan until he took the two of them out and handed them April’s way.  “Can you go tell Raph to stuff this in his bag? He’ll probably give less attitude if you ask.” Donatello stuck out his lip and made his eyes larger than usual. April couldn’t resist the pouting puppy. She mimicked his face and took them out of his hands. When she did, he gave her a smile so wide that he had to shut his eyes to make it.

“Sure.”

A good 30 minute subway ride away, the block was bustling for the most part. The apartment complex the color of clay housed the Bridge family on the top floor. Abuela Bridge was in the living room watching reruns of “Judge Judy” before she left for work for the day. The door of the second bedroom was shut up tight. Even Abuela knew that today (or this week for that matter) was not a day that Angel can thoroughly control her emotions and outbursts. Man, did she have them. No pain medications could help this girl and the people that knew her knew clear well not to test her for the time being.

The Chicana gathered herself in a fetal position on her bed. One of her pillows her being suffocated by her hug while she left her phone on her Spotify playlist “Chillin”. Ironically, this girl wasn’t chill at all. In fact, she was sweating but not dared to wear something lighter than a sweatshirt and pants because she would be more uncomfortable as her stomach felt like it was being stabbed. The only way to escape some heat was to keep her hair up in a bun but it did not do much. This was how she was going to spend her first day of this hellish week.

Knock knock! Angel can’t recall ever reacting so quick. Less than a second, her pillow was out of her hands, she was up and was now looking around in suspicion. The sound was recognizable when she look towards her window which no longer appeared to be a window by the large obstruction in view.

“Angel, open up.” His voice was husky. Angel stood up and stepped towards the door. She had to adjust her eyes for they were pressed too hard against her fists, causing some black spots and other dark colors to her vision.

“Mikey, what you doin’?” She whispered back,just as huskily so her abuela couldn’t hear. She already asked her to turn her music down; there’s no need for her to become suspicious that a boy climbed into her window (a very special boy at that). The terrapin straddled himself against the window, keeping his feet up on the sill and hands close to his body in the case someone sees him and believes he’s just this really weird decoration and not a giant turtle.“Get in before somebody see you.” She lifted up her window for her friend. Michelangelo lifted his legs and stepped into her room. His body tilted forward and sideways in order to make himself fit through the frame of the window. When he got inside, the full brightness of the day hit Angel with a vengeance, causing her to hiss and growl at it while shielding her eyes to shut it back up. The chicana turned around and when she did the turtle was smiling and leaning forward with his hands behind his shell.

“I got you things.” He whispered. Instantly, that brought up the good in Angel.

“Ooh? Things?” The girl tried to inspect what was behind his back, but he stood up straight and kept her away.

“Aw yeah. If you have a couple days of involuntary discomfort, then we're gonna spend them right.”

“Aww, boo.” Despite her pout, she was incredibly excited for what her best friend had in store.

“Check it. Got you a snickers” he whipped out the king size bar behind his back. His other hand remained behind him. “cause snickers satisfies.” He presented it to her like a gift to a Princess, complete with a flat hand and a bow that brought his eyes to the floor. He brought her chocolate? She could cry if she wasn’t ripping up the wrapper to get a bite. Briefly, she looked up when she was chewing and saw an amused look on his face. It didn’t matter though; there was candy in her hands. So bad did she want to give him a hug with her free arm, but his own stopped her. “Wait, sit in bed while I pop this in.” The hand behind his back beheld a DVD of Friday, one of her all-time favorites.

“Boo, you suave.” Michelangelo shrugged.

“I know.”

Her playlist was now off and her abuela already spoke through her door to inform her that she had gone for work. Now, the two friends could watch their film freely with any commentary. Michelangelo was watching the film upside down because a.) he can’t fit on her bed (By the way which she had lifted just for when he visited to make him more comfortable), b.) he’s more of a watch-Tv-up-close type of person, and c.) the upside down part was just random. On his plastron, Angel placed her arm and head there to get a close view and keep her head lifted. Currently, the character “Smokey” was being ratted out by the film’s crackhead “Ezel”.

“Uhhhhh!” The terrapin felt his heat source cringe atop him. He curled up to see his friend grasp her stomach.

“Cramp?” Michelangelo asked most apologetically.

“Really hoping it's not a contraction.” She murmured.

“Could it?”

“Shut up.” Angel tried to wipe that smirk off his face with a push. The turtle beamed, curling up all the way until he was sitting up.

“Lie on your stomach.” he ordered, pointing his finger down to the bed. Angel raised her brow.

“What you gonna do?” Her tone was very suspicious.

“Don't trust me?”

“Heck no, what are you doing?”

“Dang, I got all this stuff to deal with your moodiness and suddenly I'm distrustworthy.”

“No, you're my best friend Mike who also happens to be a prankster.” He paused.

“All is fair.” He admitted. “I'm gonna give you relief from your cramps.” A further explanation helped some. Angel was going to comply, but with caution. “On your stomach.” he demanded.

“Pushy.” Angel sprawled out on her bed, stomach down.

“I need your back.” He asked. The girl used her legs to lift her abdomen off the bed. She was still a little suspicious but complied by pulling the back of her sweatshirt up which exposed her back to him. Her head was in her pillow, but it did not ease her when she heard him crack his knuckles ( at least she guessed they were his knuckles. Not a good time for a prank, Mikey). “Alright, my hands are gonna be low but don't stress about it.”  He began at her ribcage. His large hands overlapped at the palms with finger fingers gripping her sides. Slowly, he glided them down. At one point, a little too far down for Angel’s comfort.

“Hey, watch it.” She brought her face out of her bed to warn him harshly.

“What did I just say?” He snapped back sassily. This was all apart of the process so she needs to get over it.  “Ok, if this were to be my ring finger,” she heard him talk to himself. Hopefully this walkthrough would ease her nerves. “then the pressure point should be…” He pressed a knuckle into a part of her lower back. “here!”

Angel was sure she saw Jesus after that. Just as soon as he pressed his knuckles into her, the cramps were subsiding.

“Omg, how's that workin?” She exclaimed, thoroughly enjoying the treatment.

“I did my research.” He replied cockily.

“Real suave, boo. Real suave.” Angel managed to say as he continued to give her a treatment fitting for a princess. “If you get you a wifey, she won't deserve you at all.”

“Well, I'd rather comfort my best friend first.” He replied. The chicana turned her head to look at him. He was over her legs while his hands worked on her back.

“I could use a cuddle buddy.”

“I've been waiting all day for those words, come here!” The terrapin let his body fall on top of her. Before she could protest and return her request, he already had her wrapped up in his arms. A crocodile’s death roll got her giggling in his possession. Despite a plastron, Mikey was always cuddly in Angel’s eyes. It felt nice to be engulfed in someone else’s arms, as most people would argue, and this set belonged to her best friend.

“I wonder how much it is if I sell my uterus.” The weird question raised a brow from the terrapin and look at her in the eye.

“Why sell it? We need a couple more Angels in the world.” The orange banded terrapin

“Boo. It's a pain to me when I'm not pregnant, it'll be a pain when I am… Where's the upside? You know I don't really like kids.” Oh, he knew. Sure, kids liked her and always sought her out of they knew her and Angel’s been nothing less of a playmate. However, having to deal with the little “annoying ankle biters” who cried usually for the smallest things and got into trouble and made messes...nope. She couldn't see kids anywhere near in her future. A child herself, Angel confirmed she wouldn't want to risk raising a child like herself. That'd be too much.

“Yeah, I know.” He whined. “So… give me one.” Angel looked up. In her view, she can only see his neck and under his chin.

“Do you realize what you just said?”

“Yeah. You go ahead and have a baby and give it to me. I like kids, so I'll raise yours.” Mikey tried to bargain.

“Who's the baby daddy?”

“I don't know…” he thought quickly. “Somebody rich that we can totally bump money off of in the long run.”

“You crazy, Mikey!”

“Did it make you feel better?” He pulled his chin down which nestled into her high bun.

“Not too much, but I guess.” Angel had to agree, especially with that goofy grin spread across her face. “How long ya’ll think y'all be gone?”

“Who knows? A week, a month?”

“Where ya’ll gonna stay?”

“Vincent didn’t give us up to the local police, so we have no help on that end. We’re all on our own, really.”

“How you gonna go to a different country and don’t know where you gonna stay? How yall gonna eat?” The girl was obviously concerned, much like a mother. “I’ve seen yo appetite. 30 minutes without a snack, you go crawlin’ on your knees.” Suddenly, she began to speak breathlessly. “Food! Water! Atmosphere!” Angel played while making a spongebob reference that he could understand. The terrapin surrounding her gave her a tight squeeze and a fake, sarcastic chuckle.

“I forgot how to laugh.” Remembering his friend’s condition, he let up his grip on her just in case she decided to bite him anytime soon. “The NYPD set us up for two weeks. If we need more, we call ahead and they send more in.” Then, it was his turn to make a reference, but this time was a musical number. “Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes, lamb, rams, hog, dogs, YOU NAME IT!” Although not exactly everything the police department was going to send with them, Angel got the gist of it as well as a giggle.

“Sweet hookup.” She agreed, looking to the screen. “Imma miss you, homeslice. It’s never as fun without you around.”

“I know, I’m wonderful. When we get back, I promise we’ll go shopping cart sailing.”

“What’s that?”

“Where have you been?”

“I don’t want any of you split up for the duration of your visit.” Backtrack to that thirty minute trip, Splinter and Leonardo were still conversing on their walk around the home. Splinter was least concerned for Leo to pack for he was the “mother figure” and wouldn't dare to leave anything behind (or let anybody leave something important behind). He utilized this time to get Leo alone and have some one-on-one time to configure what his plans were.

“Does that mean we can’t split up into teams?” He asked. Splinter pointed a finger at him, continuing to gingerly walk through the tunnels.

“It means I want all six of my children to return.” He spoke firmly. Leonardo looked at his straight in the eye and nodded. He then brought his hands behind his shell and walked with his head down. The older rat placed a hand on his plastron to stop him. The gentle touch did the trick as well as provoc the terrapin’s gaze. “Our family is young and looking to be more and more independent. There’s no need to be looking for any lost mutant in a jungle.”

“I promise.” With assurance, Splinter patted his son on the abdomen and continued to walk. “There’s only a single location we are supposed to check out so far.” The blue banded terrapin furtherly explained. “If anything, we’ll get what we need and come back home in one piece.”

“You’re growing up, Leonardo.” He paused. “You children are travelling the world while saving it. I couldn’t be more proud of all of you.” His black nose rose to the air to show his pride through his eyes to his eldest son. He knew these words of encouragement are the world to him and now was a good time to exchange them. With his face slightly twitching in some parts of his features, Splinter smiled knowing that his son was hiding his blush as best as he could from him to maintain his standard composure.

“Thanks, dad.” It was hard to look into his eyes without showing too much emotion. Splinter chuckled. Leo couldn’t comply why, but he allowed it to happen without having to know the consequence.

As they came back around the main frame of the house, there was an audible grunts and other distressing sounds. A flicker of Splinter’s ear caused first alarm.

“What’s that noise?” The rat asked while his nose led the way to the noise. He was the one of the house to pinpoint noises and smells much more accurately than the boys’ or girls’ best. The upset took them down the hall of rooms in which the noise led them to the lit room belonged to the two mutant girls. The two of them approached the doorway cautiously. Inside, they saw the most bizarre display. On top of a large almost suitcase-like backpack, Venus weighed the overly packed baggage with April trying her hardest to keep the seams down for Mona to zip it all up.

“Um… some help?” Leo asked, in which in return he got three expressions of three deer caught in the headlights.

“We could use a boulder.” Venus commented on her part. Maybe more weight on top will keep their belongings altogether. Maybe… just maybe (or leave some stuff behind? Nah.)

“Say no more!” Mona jumped in; her breath rushed out after she let go of the thick zipper. When she released it, April, too, breathed and quit pulling the seam down for her. “Raph!” Her lungs bellowed out. “Get in here!”

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