:･ﾟsymphonic

“Oh no, no no.  This can’t be happening.” Clarke stared at the app on his phone with an alarmed expression, the discovery that Northlake didn’t have Uber was akin to a shot through the heart for the male. Just when he thought he’d witnessed the extent of Northlame’s small-town tragedies quirks, it managed to surprise him once more. “No UberEats? Does that mean I’m going to have to eat from the cafeteria? You can’t be serious, this is child abuse.”

bea had been watching the scene with rapt interest. she couldn’t help but be intrigued by clarke, it wasn’t often new people moved to northlake. it being as ella had so eloquently wasn’t put it, “the belly button of america” and all. she pushed off her locker and approached, armed with an endless supply of charm and a wisconsin smile. “yeah we don’t get a lot of the stuff from the cities. you could always drive out to milwaukee or appleton but that’s a ways out. it’s a day trip you gotta plan for and mostly girls just go to get prom dresses. our cafeteria is questionable on its best days but you could always pick up something from dairy’s”

         light gaze flickered around the classroom before she moved to neatly place her things in her book-bag. small hands moving to swing her bag over her shoulder as libby walked swiftly towards the teacher’s desk, offering the AP english teacher her test. ❝ have a lovely day m’am, see ya t’morrow. ❞ her voice was soft and thick with her texas accent, bright grin etched on her doll like features as she waved and made her way out of the classroom. in her distracted haze, the small cheerleader had missed the person walking by, resulting in her petite frame colliding with the other’s and stumbling back. ❝ ’m so sorry, gosh… i wasn’t watchin’ where i was goin’ honest… are ya ‘kay ?? ❞

          OF COURSE blaze had to make a stop to dairy’s diner on his way home. he had to get his usual milkshake and fulfil his bodies needs, he knew it wasn’t healthy but he couldn’t help it, he really loved the milkshakes there. the diner was quiet considering it was pretty late at night and blaze had been at the lake all day writing songs and playing on his guitar. when he heard the faint sound of the bell ringing as the diner door opened, he slowly turned around and smiled at them. “hey, you. fancy seeing you here.”

“what you think i don’t leave the school?” bea chuckled but it was close to the truth, she’d gotten out around eight after her various meetings and after-school tutoring sessions. she practically lived in the place. she spun a green twirly straw through iced tea and took a sip. “hey blaze. contrary to popular belief i do actually go places. it is, astounding.”

“that doesn’t mean there shouldn’t be any news! like c’mon, i know i have high standards and boys at our school don’t really interest me in a serious way, but even i have to admit some of them are seriously cute.” elissa protested, giving her friend a small nudge. “great! mani-pedi’s it is! let’s bounce, hot stuff.” she offered her friend a bright smile, motioning to follow before scoffing. “as if! there’s no boy in my life, there’s boys, some are friends and some are simply there for entertainment purposes. nothing serious.” 

bea rolled her eyes, still entrenched in disbelief. “maybe you should take a chance you never know, you could be surprised! besides i can live vicariously through you since i don’t have time for dating. i haven’t even had my first kiss which admittedly is a little lame at seventeen. guess i’m kind of sheltered huh.” bea threw her arm over the smaller of the two and walked in step with her. “so go be happy so i can see a romance in real life instead of just reading about it in books. i’ll tell you though, i doubt whatever boyfriend i eventually get will ever beat mr. darcy. he’ll always be number one in my heart.”

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

princess elissa 

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la vie en rose - louis armstrong

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[ sent 12:11 pm ] come meet me for coffee!

         she smiled “ you are completely correct. ” anne said, holding out the cash to beatrice, feeling particularly warm even in the november cool. maybe she should look into charity work, it would look great on her college apps. “ do you do this every thanksgiving? ” she asked, genuinely curious as the two walked quickly through the cold.

ethan wasn’t an organized kid, he never had been. his mother was often the control freak of the family and it made him go crazy. she was always making sure he had everything and anything, not to add that if something went wrong, she went off-rails. the middle child just learned to go with the flow and decide when the time was supposedly right.  ‘’ you betcha. ‘’ he nodded. this bea seemed to know exactly what she was doing, it was seriously impressive. ‘’ ah, the coach, always checking in with me. that guy always asks about my grades as if they would change overnight. ‘’ ethan let out an small chuckle. he couldn’t count in one hand the number of ‘ interventions ‘ the coach made about gpas and grades, often directed towards ethan himself. ‘’ wait, do you mean like every day ? ‘’ he asked, his brows drawn together. ethan didn’t like school that much and staying in a couple minutes more could possibly kill him. ‘’ seems like a fool-proof plan. ‘’ the boy pointed out. he was sure it would work, only if he would show up to these so-called meetings. ‘’ tough ? ‘’ a small smirk had found its place in the corner of his lips. the girl couldn’t be very tall, maybe five feet six maximum, blonde hair and looked like she couldn’t harm a fly even if she wanted to . ‘’ i’m sorry to say, but if coach were to raise his voice on you, you’d run away. ‘’ he stated, being the victim of the man’s anger multiple times, he knew what he was talking about.

“yeah every day. once you get the hang of it we can downgrade to a couple times a week and eventually you won’t even need me. you’ll be able to do it all yourself. and after that you can, i don’t know, win a football championship. i don’t really know how that stuff works.” she fiddled with the charm bracelet on her wrist, a tick she’d developed ever since the bracelet was given to her as a thirteenth birthday present. the gems rattled against the wood table and she let herself be distracted for a moment before returning. “me? run away? you’ve got it all wrong i laugh in the face of danger.” quite obviously a lie, but it couldn’t hurt to try she thought. especially if those who didn’t know her had the image of someone completely spineless. “yeah i’m a regular indiana solo. i was actually a champion alligator wrestler back in my younger days. i haven’t shed a tear since may of 2000. so just know-” she said leaning forward, big blue eyes feigning sincerity. “if you ever need anyone to protect you from danger i’m your girl. i have a black belt in kicking but and taking names.” she fell back against her chair as a blush slowly crept from her neck to her cheeks. why did i just say that? she reprimanded, regret pulsing like a heartbeat. go figure she’d embarrass herself the first time she’d spoken to this guy because she got carried away spinning a story.

A small snicker left Val’s chapped lips as she took in the girl’s Disney reference. “I’ll see what I can do.” That almost sounded like a commitment to help. Damn her inability to say no to people. “Only,” she snorted, “Well I’m all for supporting a good cause & I admire your dedication but, uh, this is a little… much. Are you at least drinking some of this hot chocolate yourself to keep warm??” A small worried crease began to show on the girl’s forehead.

“seriously? that’s amazing, thank you so much. even if it doesn’t work out you’re a godsend.” bea waved her hands in excitement unable to quell the bright grin on her face. “oh this? i’m fine really. i mean i can always go inside if my fingers start turning blue or something. this is easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

“Then you’re set, no need to stress. Kind of think that this school doesn’t even challenge you to begin with. Why not? No one here would miss me, and as far as I can see I’ve got no reason to stay.”

“just because something doesn’t challenge you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give it your all. when you commit to something, commit to it fully or don’t commit at all.” bea remarked. “i’d miss you. i think you should just stay for a while. it’d be boring without you and i’ll need someone to dance with at prom while i serve the punch.”

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

benjamin 

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play that funky music - wild cherry (set by ella)

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- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

oh captain my captain

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sailor moon theme song

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