Brain Damage

think about it

THATS CELERY

I KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT I CANT REMEMBER

     ”Yes it’s my weakness!” He exclaim only to indulge into his second bowl of mac and cheese, “I mean kind of, but its my only weakness.” Jacen fumbled over her words he didn’t want to sound weak or anything yet it shouldn’t really matter right? So why does he care? He doesn’t know the answer to it and let his thoughts head to the back of his mind as he continued to chow down on the cheesy pasta.

He looked at the boy and smiled lightly at him eating his pasta and setting his bowl in the sink. He laughed and said, "Mac and cheese is your only weakness?"

           ”Yes!” He exclaimed only to dig into the food not caring that he was standing there eating like a pig. It didn’t take long until the bowl full was gone, “Is there more?” Jacen asked only to lick his lips a grin plastered on his face.

"Of course." He said getting the boy another bowl while he continued to finish his first bowl. "You really do like this stuff don't you." He grinned.

        He laughed at Declan’s energy only to walk inside his apartment feeling as if he was getting happier from it. “Hell yes, you have mac and cheese ready right?” Jacen couldn’t help but ask about the mac and cheese considering it was his favorite food. “Cause there isn’t a party without mac and cheese!” He sang out the last word and arched his back only letting his arms flail behind him.

He smiled widely and said, "Of course it is." He nodded going into the kitchen and bringing out two bowls of Mac and Cheese handing it to him. "Here you go. Repayment for the sandwich."

You have promised that. Please, don't break that promise.

He reached up and covered his own cheeks, canting his head a bit. ❝ I-I think t-they look a bit silly, really. But — thanks. My cheeks always seem to be red and i-it’s the most frustrating thing. I like y-your cheeks. ❞

He smiled and said, "Aye a lot of people want rosy cheeks." He smiled at the boy his cheeks turning slightly red. "Thanks."

That caused him to giggle, his head dipping down. ❝ I-I’m not pretty enough for f-fireworks, Declan. ❞ He retorted before reaching up and poking at his cheeks. He couldn’t help it, honestly.

"Oh please you're plenty pretty to be firework. You'd be a the loudest, brightest, and most colorful firework. You'd go kaboom!" He smiled.

make me choose: ashton in glasses or ashton in a beanie

   “Well, kissing my best friend kind of    happened before me having a boy-    friend. It’s confusing, I know but hm.    I’m happy, I think, just a bit unsettled    with the fact that Archie has someone    but he’s happy, that’s important, right?“

"Yeah of course but you seem to feel a little off about it and there must be a reason for that."

   “Well, we’re kind of okay now, though, I mean,    I’ve got a boyfriend and I think he does too, so.    Everyone’s happy with that, I guess.“

"And does your boyfriend know about you kissing your best friend?" He asked.

❝ —- d-do you think I’m g-getting chubby? An o-old lady at the park said I h-had chubby red cheeks. O-Old ladies don’t lie. ❞

He smiled and said, "Well your cheeks are kind of chubby but the rest of you isn't. Chubby cheeks are cute though."

He held air in his cheeks before letting it go making a 'pssh' noise. He smiled widely and giggled. "We can explode together. Like fireworks."

He started to make explosion noises, and strange hand movements insinuating an explosion. Okay. He’s an explosion — I guess.

He laughs a bit and grins, "Yes I sometimes just..." He begins to make loud noises waving his hands mimicking the boy.