what i create is chaos.

@suckstobecarson

“Not fair. That’s some wake up in cold sweats, night terror type shit. I wouldn’t be surprised, either. Get out while you can, I guess. Okay, not weird, but a kind of brave that I’m not. With my luck, I’d contact some demonic spirit instead. Seeing it in person is way worse than seeing pictures, not that pictures aren’t almost as horrifying. I would never. I’ll be a clingy girlfriend all night and not let you out of my sight. I’ll agree with that because the Valentines do have their looks going for them. Wonder if that has anything to do with magic. Because you’re a pacifist and I respect and love that about you, which is why I’d be willing to fight them alone if necessary. Charmed is one of the best shows to have ever existed and I’m disappointed that you haven’t seen it, but yeah, Hocus Pocus is so not accurate. Although, I would like to hear what the super fan has to say about it. Honestly, same, but remember, one day I’m going to overthrow the devil and we’re going to run hell together, so. You can say that again. I hope they do too but only because my favorite thing to do is say fuck it to the system. You are much, much cooler than they are. It really would suck, but also, we’re soulmates remember? So we would have found our way to each other eventually, one way or another. They probably would and that would fail so hard. My mom was actually in a production of Les Mis and I think she’d die if someone tried to perform it on a high school budget. Same, which is why any drama involving the Angelics, I’d be okay with watching. Right? The universe knew what it was dong when it put us together. Extremely ridiculous. Oh, I almost did but I was trying to behave myself, but if she had made one more stupid comment about hurting you in any way, I wouldn’t have held back. I don’t even remember the names of anyone I went to school with in kindergarten, let alone anyone I actually associated with as a five year old. You’ll eventually start saying yes to all the crazy plans, if I have it my way. I’d like to show them that, too, so they can see themselves the way everyone else does. You thought I meant one of mine? Ha. All I own are leather jackets and pea coats, which is why I keep stealing all your hoodies and totally not because they smell like you. Sure, sure, except you have that backwards, because it’s all the girls that are jealous of me for dating the greatest guy in the world. Alright, you got me there, I do love that song so I still listen to it and sing along to my heart’s content. Like Troy and Sharpay if one hadn’t been a jock and the other hadn’t been an overly dramatic, drama queen,” she teased. “You make me sound like a three year old but then again, you’re totally right.” 

“That’s my line, but if you say so. I can believe it. It’s quite literally someone’s nightmare come true. Yeah, it’s definitely right up your alley, you weirdo, but you dodged a bullet and I’m really glad you weren’t there. No one should have to see that. Exactly. But you’re my damsel in distress and I love you, so much that I’m willing to protect you from the big, bad wolf. Okay, but you can admit at least half of this school is. Not as hot as you and me, though. Well, it is, so I gotta agree with the universal they on that one. Everyone but me. I would one thousand percent fight them if necessary. I only know what I know from Hocus Pocus and Charmed and I’m not sure how accurate all of that is, so same. I mean. If I possessed that kind of power, I’d kiss high school goodbye, so I feel like they aren’t actually in cahoots with the devil or they wouldn’t still be here. That’s so stupid. He’s only considered a loser because he isn’t of their social status, but that doesn’t make him an actual loser and not worthy of Tally’s time. And he is a good person, from what I’ve seen of him in the time I’ve known him-- and you’re right, even if he isn’t, that’s up to Tally to decide. I do know, and I also know that the elites are assholes and you’re way cooler than any of them could ever claim to be. The drama club really would crash and burn without you, which is why your clique knows better than to try and tell you anything. You are the glue that holds it together. Oh, same. I want front row seats to that drama and I don’t even like drama all that much. Not romantic in the slightest. More like, I’m afraid of suffocating, but yeah, I’m afraid of drowning and you’re afraid of burning. But when you think about it, at least you wouldn’t be too afraid to try to save me from drowning and I’d be willing to jump into fire to save you. I can believe it because they’re just that dramatic and threatening you is basically the same as threatening me, so I hate them. She really is way too nice to be one of them. If they hadn’t known each other since kindergarten, I’d wonder why she’s friends with them. You say that but I’ve done a fine job of not getting arrested so far, but still, good point. I get that, but that attitude just makes me want to knock them off it so they can get a taste of their own medicine. I’d like to think the same thing, especially ‘cause I don’t want to imagine a world where we aren’t what we are now. I can at least put a hoodie on over the dress so it looks like I’m not already dressed, even though I am. I don’t think they are already jealous but I’m flattered by the thought anyway. Okay, he was, but I still say he was the better singer over Vanessa and that she wasn’t even close to okay. Truth. We’re way cuter and definitely way more talented. Fair. You say that like I wouldn’t care that your fingers were hurting and I so would. I’m not totally heartless. I know I will but sure, we’ll see.”

“That is unfortunate. I was really looking forward to drowning before dinner and coming back in life just in time to chow down on some sushi,” she teased back, biting back a laugh. “Next time, for sure. I’m going to hold you to that.” Jessa thanked whoever was out there for her ability to make jokes in any situation. If it wasn’t for her lack of ability to take anything seriously, she wasn’t sure that she’d be able to even look Lincoln in the eye currently. “I know what you meant. It’s all good. I was just fucking with you. It’s what I do best, after all, as I’m sure you recall.” Her playful grin matched his as she let her gaze fall on him. “It has been a while, huh?” She fell quiet momentarily, trying not to take a walk down memory lane. “But thank you. I’ve had a lot of practice since you... well, since ya left. I’ve also gotten back into designing more often. I’m pretty amazing at it, if I do say so myself.” 

“Well, I do have it quite literally in writing that I’m tiny but mighty. Actually, tiny but fighty-- but it’s basically the same thing,” she teased, referring to the tattoo on her collarbone. “Become a habit, hmm? Are you starting to get a bit accident prone on me, Lane? That’s supposed to be my thing,” she jested, but there was a bit of concern laced in the words. “Ugh, I feel you. On both parts, actually. I kinda fell into the water earlier-- don’t ask me how I managed that one.” She laughed. “Am I not allowed to go somewhere alone?” She raised a brow, though she was completely kidding. “But seriously, Car’s busy right now and I needed a break from designing, so I decided to come out here. What about you? Where’s Jase?” 

“Picasso may be the King, but I am the Queen and everyone knows the Queen is always better. Now you’re just trying to give me a big head, which is okay because I’ve already got one. Too bad, ‘cause I’m sure the peasant penis was better than any rich dick she got.” Her laughter echoed his. “Who says I’m not both? The internet adores me ‘cause I’m gorgeous but I might also be fighting a thirst for blood on the daily. The world may never know.” 

“You are mean for teasing me about my height, and we both already knew that I was the really mean one. I feel bad for the Astoria Nine. Must be pretty hard to get sleep after finding a dead body. I wouldn’t want to be any of them right now. Right, only so I can go after the killer if he chooses to pick you as his next target, which would be the biggest mistake he ever made because I’d make him regret it, obviously. But of course I’ll stick with you through Slashfest,” she assured him, because, in truth, she was slightly worried about something happening at an event that was basically inviting a serial killer to kill. “I mean. They’re hot, but so is ninety-nine percent of this school, so. Not a damn thing. They just know no one will fuck with them because their powerful image makes them untouchable. Well, if you believe the rumors, I wouldn’t be surprised if the devil himself is the one that’s gonna warn her to stay away from him, although as far as I know, witches aren’t actually devil worshipers. They’re just too blinded by social status to realize that Ty isn’t a bad guy, just because he’s one of the rebels. There’s a difference between not entirely respecting authority and being a criminal. You’ve been told to stop talking to someone before? And that may be true but if my clique ever pulled that shit, I’d be out. I get that the Valentines are close but they aren’t the Angelics and I doubt they’re as loyal to each other as they make it seem. More romantic than Romeo and Juliet, which we both already know I don’t find romantic at all. I’m okay with all of those, except for drowning like in the Titanic because drowning is one way I do not want to leave this earth. I’d rather burn, literally, so we can agree that we won’t drown and we won’t go up in flames. Anything else is fair game. They’re just too dramatic for my liking. Except Jasey. Jasey is safe. The rest suck. Ugh, fine. I’ll agree, only because it is nice to have that balance and I do need your voice of reason to drag me back from the flames sometimes. Same. The social ladder has never, and will never, mean anything to me. Ditto. I’d be really stupid to let anything, let alone some drunken sexscapade, keep me away from you. Of course you would’ve. And I would have missed you way too much. You know how much I love spontaneity, so you can still just show up and kidnap me and I’ll pretend to act surprised. Well, if you feel that strongly about it, I’m going to wear it. Everyone is going to be jealous that you’ve got me on your arm. Good point, although at least Zac Efron sings well. Can’t say the same for Vanessa. And you can fight me all you want when I say it, but I still say you’re wrong. You’re right about that, I’m going to make you keep playing until your fingers start to hurt. While that is a hilarious way of putting it, I can guarantee without even seeing anything that you don’t have the art skills of a blind toddler.” 

Jessabel had been spending a lot of time at the beach-- sometimes by herself, mostly with Car. This time, she’d come alone, and it had gotten boring quickly, until she spotted a familiar truck and went in search of the person it belonged to. Of course, said person ended up quite literally running into her before she could run into him. “You should be sorry. I’m tiny and very fragile. You should be more careful, country boy,” she teased him, unable to take herself seriously as she laughed, shaking her head. “I’m good. Are you okay?” 

She started giggling as he tickled her, playfully swatting at his hands as he did so. “Okay, okay, you win,” she relented as she tried to catch her breath. “I definitely made you fight for it way longer than was necessary, but it was fun for me. That, too, but I wish them luck with that because someone is going to catch on eventually. Especially if bodies start dropping like flies, which I’m starting to feel like is a real possibility. Probably not, but it would be nice if it was. Truth. It’s just going to take some practice ‘cause practice makes perfect or whatever. Precisely. They need to maintain their powerful image because what else do they have going for them? That’s really cryptic and kind of creepy, but it probably is just one of their friends. A valentine took a rebel to a prom, someone alert the authorities,” she replied dramatically, laughing. “Probably not, but Tally would at least tell him about it, right? I don’t get the vibe from her that she’s the type to agree to something like that. I don’t think you can either, so whatever they tell you is obviously a lie and that’s how we are both going out. In a blaze of glory. Figuratively and quite possibly, literally. Fair, but I’ve got a new seething hatred toward the Angelics so the Valentines are still less bitchy in my eyes. Join the dark side. Just think about it, we could wreak havoc together and no one will say anything because it’s just what is expected. That, and they won’t want to fuck with me. I’m not a big fan of the social ladder in general and if anyone were to ever tell me who I can or can’t date, they’d live to regret it. You are more than perfect for me. It’s a great thing because I wouldn’t have wanted to lose the best thing to ever happen to me over some drunken sexscapade. Okay, true, but I still stick by my point that you’re better than any amount of money and since I’m rich, I obviously mean it. Ditto, babe. That would be nice to know, unless you were planning on just showing up and kidnapping me, which I’d also be okay with. I might still wear the dress so I can stand out and wow everyone with how much better I am at those songs than Vanessa Hudgens. So you keep saying but I’m not giving up. I’m just going to borrow it. I’ll give it right back. I guarantee that you are better than you think you are. I don’t think I’m going to regret saying it at all so feel free to hold me to it if you must.” 

“We have, but it needs reiterated sometimes. Oh, you think? I’d like to see you try,” she teased back, knowing full well that he could. “The only reason they’d cover it up is if they felt like it was going to get worse and I can’t say at this point that it won’t get worse. True, but she’s going to be attracted to both of us because I say so and I know how hot we are. Insanely powerful and just not smart enough to figure out how to put those powers to full use yet. Exactly. They’re just jealous that they can’t be us and no one wants anyone better than them in their clique. And by someone, I’m assuming you mean one of her friends? I don’t get that at all. If they enjoy hanging out with each other, what’s the big fucking deal? I at least know Ty enough to know that he wouldn’t be cool with that and I don’t know Tally that well either but there’s no way she’s going to be okay with being told who she can and can’t hang out with. I remember you telling me about that and I still say that she was full of shit. You aren’t going to die alone because we’re going to die together in an epic way, capiche? Well, the Angelics have a reputation for being bitches and most of them are so that makes sense, but the Valentines? I’m still trying to wrap my head completely around that one. I have no idea how they work either, nor do I have any desire to figure it out. This is why I’m a rebel. I quite literally do not have to care because it’s what people expect anyway. You say you’re far from perfect after saying something sweet like that and yet, think I’m going to agree that you are not perfect? Wrong. Funny you say that because I would have tried to run, too,” she teased, though she had no idea how she would have reacted. “Of course I feel so lucky. It’s like I won the lottery, except you’re way better than any lottery. I’m not going anywhere, Car. You’re stuck with me. I’ll wear it for you the next time we go out. I love you more, loser. Now that you put that thought in my head, that is exactly what I’m going to do, when I spot one which I’m sure there’s one around here. They definitely told Picasso he sucked at painting and he was brilliant, so you’re probably brilliant, too. Ugh, fine, I’ll limit it to three but I don’t even think I’m going to need that many.” 

“A spider-themed restaurant would be my worst nightmare come true. Who even thinks that is a good idea? Spiderman themed, I could totally get behind, but creepy crawly, eight-legged bastards are no one’s friend and not my idea of a good time. Also, quit whining. Your mouth has done more running than your legs,” Jessabel teased, shoving her ear buds back into their case. “I’m not entirely sure what you just said, but it sounded science-y and I hate science, so. Science is to me what running is to you. I feel like there are plenty of reasons to run but I can’t think of any aside from serial killers and zombies, and if either of those come for me, I’m fighting so I guess running really is not a necessary skill at all for anyone.” 

Jessabel had spent the majority of her day sleeping, with her blinds closed and blackout curtains completely keeping out any light. The previous night had been a late one for her and it’d taken until only about a half hour ago for her hangover to disappear completely. Now that it was dark outside once again, she decided some air would do her some good, which was how she ended up in the park. Hearing Maeve, she nearly jumped out of her skin and laughed at her own dramatics once she manged to calm herself. “Snitches get stitches,” Jessa recited with a laugh, shaking her head. “Girl, the day I willingly call the cops is the day that hell freezes over. Now, hand me a can so I can help. This wall needs a little life on it.”