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@ericismsâ ! - eric.
â iâm decidedly ditching today. â riley grumbles as he rubs at tired eyes, gripping his phone in hand. the facetime call is set at 10 minutes so far, 5 of which heâd spent explaining to eric why exactly it was such a PAIN that a previous hookup had stolen his apple watch the morning prior. â i think i owe it to me. i also want coffee, and i might run to target. â keys jingle as he gets into his car, slamming the door shut and putting the keys in the ignition. â do you want to come with ? if anyone wants to fuck off today, i figure itâs you. â he yawns to his friend, drawing his hood over his head.Â
    A MISCHIEVOUS smile pulls on erics lips at the others words. part of him canât help but think heâs the worst influence for riley, but the rest him doesnât seems to even care. â you sure as hell know i support you , fuck the man, â he muses with a soft chuckle, he body falling back into his couch behind him. today didnât hold any big plans for the boy, he might have some planning tonight for a job later in the month but that wouldnât be until late in the night. so, when the other mentioned him coming with his ears perked up. â i guess iâm free and could use a joy ride , â he jokes before shifting the phone to his other hand, â - and iâd protest if comment if it was so fucking true , â eric knew he had a reputation for fucking around and fucking up his life with her actions and choices, again he could never bring himself to care too much. Â
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there was something so pure and innocent about their little meeting up here on the roof ; two people suffering from a senseless energy after dark, two people finding their way to the rooftop to meet up and just.. be. levi always felt so small and insignificant when looking up at the stars, he always felt like the world and universe was so much bigger than anything he was or could ever be. a beautiful feeling, however depressing it might sound. he liked the feeling of all his problems, worries and insecurities shrinking into nothingness. â no no please, itâs okay, â levi carefully pushes the blanket back onto ericâs lap, smiling softly at him before sneaking his hands under his own part of the blanket, â iâll just do this. see? i donât need my hands anyway right now. â a tender giggle bubbled in his throat and he looked up at the stars above them, sparkling like little diamonds. â so many tonight.. â he said in a hushed voice.
  HE HOLDS back a playful roll of his eyes and chuckle as he watches the others actions. thereâs something so innocent about the movement that reminds eric of just how different a person levi is then the usual gang he hands around with. â if you say so ... if your fingers falls out later this week donât come crying to me , â he muses lightly, a smirk pulling onto his cheeks. his eyes follows the others flickering to the sky above them. â yeah, wouldnât expect it from a city like this ... i guess seattle is no new york or whatever , â he answers, eric ever the most eloquent with his words. he pulls the blanket closer to him, â - ya know, we wonât be able to come up here if itâs get too much colder , â he comments softly.Â
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đđđ  đđđ  đđđđđđđđđ  đđ  đđđđđđđ  đđđ  đđ   đđđ  things  when  an  unsettling  &  familiar  voice  caught  her  attention  .  a  voice  that  caused  her  heart  to  drop  into  her  stomach  &  her  mouth  dry  up  .  she  quickly  brought  herself  to  her  feet  once  more  ,  adjusting  the  beret  that  sat  prettily  atop  her  head  as  she  tried  to  think  of  ANYTHING  to  say  to  him  .  it  had  been  a  while  since  the  two  of  them  had  talked  ,  much  less  helped  one  another  with  anything  .  "  you  donât  have  to  help  me  .  i  could  have  done  it  on  my  own  ,  "  ivy  muttered  ,  staring  straight  ahead  at  the  elevator  doors  that  had  betrayed  her  just  moments  before  .  the  dark  -  haired  girl  was  far  too  embarrassed  to  even  cast  a  glance  ericâs  way  .  additionally  ,  ivy  longed  to  avoid  the  WARMTH  that  spread  through  her  chest  at  the  sight  of  him  .  it  was  painful  &  not  welcomed  in  the  slightest  .  "  if  you  have  other  places  to  be  ,  itâs  fine  .  i  can  handle  a  couple  boxes  ,  "  she  murmured  ,  voice  just  louder  than  a  whisper  .
   HE wonders for moment, why he suddenly feels this obligation to help her. after everything that had happened between the pair, both making it clear they didnât want anything to do with the other, why was he here ? maybe because it was ivy and he never made sound decisions when it came to her. he pauses at her question for a moment as he shift nervously for a moment. â itâs fine , â he says quietly playing it off with a small shrug shuffling into the now open elevator doors, â werenât you the one who just complained about needing a hand anyways , â he adds with a little bit of spite filling into his voice. thereâs an awkward silence and unseen tension that falls between them in small elevator. thereâs a pulling feeling his chest being this close to her and the awkwardness that permeates between hem. â why do you have these boxes anyways ? â he finds himself asking just as a way to fill the silence.Â

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      đđđ  đđđ  đđđđ  đđ  đđđđđ  ,  đ  đđđđđđ  đđđđđđđđ  đđđđđđđ  đđđ  đđđđđđđđ  đđđđđđđđ  đđđ  đđđđđâđ  đđđđđđđđđđ  đđđđđđ  đđ  đđđ đđđ  đđđđđđđđ  đđ  đ  đđđđđđđđ  đđđđ  .  â  wait  ,  wait  ,  wait  !!!  leave  her  alone  ,  i  saved  up  three  paychecks  to  afford  her  !!!  geez  ,  youâre  acting  like  itâs  like  late  or  somethinâ  !  â  he  scoffed  playfully  ,  adding  another  level  by  rolling  his  eyes  .  only  someone  like  eric  could  get  away  with  stomping  around  his  apartment  &  talking  to  him  in aggressive  tones  without  a  form  of  payback  .  pulling  a  remote  seemingly  out  of  thin  air  ,  he  turned  down  the  blaring  music  down  to  a  more  normal  level  .  cheekily  grinning  ,  he  put  it  back  in  his  pocket  ,  pleased  with  ericâs  song  selections  .  â  famous  last  words  is  always  a  must  have  in  any  top  five  .  as  expected  from  my  very  DEAREST  best  pal  .  â  amused  as  he  already  was  ,  his  joy  grew  even  greater  at  the  offer  of  eric  staying  .  &  then  ,  he  was  immediately  offended  in  turn  .  how  dare  he  think  he  not  have  beer  of  all  things  ?!  â  i  have  everything  in  this  place  !  canât  believe  you  of  all  people  would  doubt  me  !  â  within  a  momentâs  notice  ,  mikey  left  the  living  room  &  grabbed  a  cold  beer  from  the  kitchen  ,  tossing  it  the  other  upon  his  return  .
   A SMALL snort passed through ericâs nose and mouth at the otherâs panic by his movements. â some of work nights ... right now is our night , â he skirts around the word work, itâs not like mikey doesnât know his job but it wasnât something eric liked to bring up too casually. his body twists eyes landing back on him as the music comes to a much more reasonable volume. he scoffs with a roll of his eyes at the otherâs exaggerated words moving towards the otherâs couch. â i do have the best taste donât i , â he dryly muses before plopping down with a huff onto the cushions of the couch. â hey now, donât get pissy with me ... i didnât want to assume anything ... who knows if you ever actually keep this place stocked , â his words hold an uncharacteristic teasing tone as the beer swoops into his arms. with click the beer popped opened and he took a long sip off the top. â whatâs your plan for today ? â he makes small talk, â i might go for a ride later if you wanna tag along . â
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there was something about having a roommate that was unlike anything else. some people like to compare it to family but tobias didnât really think so at all. he was grateful though that his roommate eric seemed to be out most nights and when tobi worked the early shifts eric would be asleep. so coming home from a 6 hour shift at 2pm and seeing his roomie asleep was just a normal thing. he was able to just hop in the shower in peace.
walking back out from his shower and out into the hallway, towel drying his hair he didnât really expect to see eric. out in the hallway, while hes shirtless. now this wouldnât be too much of a problem. it shouldnât be, but eric was insanely fucking hot to tobi so it was.Â
â oh, hey. did i wake you up ? i didnât even sing in the shower this time. â he cheekily said flashing a smile.
   A LOW grumble passes through a sleepy ericâs chest as he runs his fingers through his rumpled bed head. he had been scheduled for a early shift at the diner ( he usually always asked for nights ) and it was abundantly clear that waking up prior to four pm did not work for him. he is just walking our his door when he hears the bathroom door across from his open.
   FOR a moment he is concerned that he is still sleeping, because there was tobi ( his annoying attractive friend and roommate ) shirtless and hair still dripping with water droplet. he swallows in a way that he can only hope is inaudible. his tired mind trying to process everything all at once. it wasnât everyday that he work up early to such a sight and it was throwing him off balance.Â
   â - HUH ? â eric finally manages to mutter out, realizing that the other had just asked him some kind of question. â sorry iâm still waking up .... itâs like way too fucking early for me , â heâs quick to play off his reaction, even telling himself itâs all on the exhaustion he feels. â they fucking scheduled me for a afternoon shift at the diner and itâs not agreeing with me . âÂ
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it was almost as if the silence surrounded him as the anticipation for some sort of sound grew bigger and bigger ; a little ding sound from his phone, a knock, anything. eventually etienne got what he wanted and a smirk curled up in the corner of his mouth as he heard the knocking and voice pierced through the wooden door. casually the slender male got up from his seat and made it to the front door. winnie was clearly streaming with her headphones on, judging from the semi-loud and pretty hype muffled talking coming from her room. ah, she wouldnt hear a thing. etienne opened the door and didnât hesitate to throw his hand onto ericâs shirt to pull him inside the dim apartment. â shut the fuck up, â etienne closed the door behind him and crashed his lips against ericâs, â donât act like you didnât love it. besides - youâre here now, so the lil eggplant mustâve worked its magic. â okay, maybe etienne could soften up on the arrogant charm, or charming arrogance, but it was his thing, his brand, his bait. â come, â he swooped past eric and walked towards his room, expecting the other to follow him.
   THE heavily amused smirk doesnât fall from ericâs lips until heâs being pulled inside by the other lips now occupied by the others. the dark haired boy happily obliges to his kiss letting at a small chuckle as the other pulls away. â youâre just fucking lucky iâm not the type that needs to be wined and dined , â he mutters sarcastically as he trails along behind the other, â - and that i happen to be just twiddling my thumbs tonight , â this type of banter eric could handle, the quipping back and forth before they truly got down to business. it was quick, casual and scratched that itch just like eric liked. heâs not even in otherâs bedroom two second before heâs grabbing at the neck of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. â winnie home ? â he quirks an eyebrow, wondering if his other friend was about to hear their escapades not that he was shy about it.Â
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      đđđđđđđ  đđ  ,  đđ  đđđ  đđđđđ  đđđđ  đđđđ  đđ  đđđđđ  đđđđ  â  đđ  â  .  &  as  he  got  older  ,  the  two  letter  word  had  even  more  of  an  enraging  effect  on  him  ,  childish  impulses  telling  him  to  act  out  instead  .  to  do  the  exact  opposite  of  what  he  was  asked  or  told  to  do  was  an  inherent  trait  he  would  never  be  rid  of  .  enjoying  a  rare  night  off  ,  mikey  partook  in  typical  party  behaviors  ,  lighting  up  &  blasting  his  favorite  emo  playlist  for  all  his  neighbors  to  hear  .  while  there  was  always  multiple  complaints  about  such  behavior  ,  he was  able  to  wiggle  his  way  out  of  TROUBLE  (  charms  learned  &  taken  advantage  of  from  a  young  age  to  garner  his  parentsâ  favor  )  .  so  when  an  aggressive  seeming  knock  sounded  at  his  door  ,  mikey  merely  rolled  his  eyes  before  opening  it  ,  not  even  bothering  to  turn  the  music  off  while  talking  to  whomever  stood  there  .  â  sorry  ,  what  was  that  ?  you  want  me  to  turn  it  down  ?  .  .  .  hm  .  â  he  perched  his  chin  atop  his  hand  ,  appearing  to  be  deep  in  thought  .  â  i  might  .  i  might  turn  it  down  .  tell  me  your  top  five  favorite  my  chemical  romance  songs  &  if  itâs  good  enough  for  my  tastes  ,  then  iâll  turn  it  down  &  even  be  so  kind  as  to  share  my  alcohol  with  you  .  whaddya  say  ?  â  the  idea  that  it  was  past  two  in  the  morning  &  this  person  could have  work  the  next  day  didnât  seem  to  take  notice  in  mikeyâs  mind  at  all  .  not  that  heâd  care  anyway , he just always wanted to hear opinions on the greatest band of all time .
   ITâS the one time ericâs trying to get some fucking sleep, a job the night before already weighing on him. the music drifts through the apartments thin walls and into ericâs small bedroom. just by the music and itâs direction he already knows who is ruining his one night of relaxing. he tries to drown it out for a moment pulling his pillow over his head before getting frustrated enough to pull himself off the bed and down the hall. â mikey câmon man , â he groans as he pounds his fist on the otherâs apartment door. his face is twisted into an annoyed scowl when the other pull open his door, face only scrunching further with the others teasing words. â mikey, i will rip that god damn stereo out of the wall and throw it out of the window, donât test me with that shit , â he grumbled pushing into the apartment, eyes immediately scanning for the speaker. he continues on his search only to pause for a moment before looking over his shoulder, â planetary go, mama, nana, famous last words and .... destorya , â his shoulders shrug once, as he gives up turning on heels. â now about that alcohol, you better have fucking beer . â

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          â       wait ,  oh , no , no ,  donât  look  at  that !     â  perhaps  changmin should  have  double - checked  before  slipping one of his unfinished and mindless  doodles  in  the  pile of homework that morning .  but  mistakes  had  been  made ,  and  now  he  had  to  deal  with  the  consequences .  the paper , though , had somehow ended up on the floor , right in front of the other . now ,  changmin was  not  a  bad  artist  per  say ,  he  was  the  contrary , unique and delicate ; but he absolutely despised showing other people his work  .  worst  of  all  though ,  was  that  changmin had  doodled  them  as  he was trying to make the time pass quicker , which had resulted in a portrait  of sort . the paper contained an obvious realism drawing , but with minor details such as flowers and highlighted with his neon marker for effect . he was proud of it , to be honest  , but it was not meant for anyone elseâs eyes , including his subjectâs .         â       thatâs  .  .  .  .  my cousin .      â
   AN eager and curious eric grabs for the paper the falls from his feet. his interest peaks higher at the otherâs obvious reaction to it. the boy is quick to pull the paper to his chest and turning from the other. his eyes scan across the page falling an all too familiar face. a wide amused smirks is already painting across his lips as his eyes shift back and forth from the page to the boyâs face. â your cousin, huh ? â he quirks, the works coming out with a half snort. he twist on his toes facing back towards him. he holds the paper up to his face, so he could see the straight comparison, â your cousin sure looks a lot like me ... â his smirk never falling from his face, â - though iâm not sure the flower are very fitting ... maybe some winning medals and cash ... now thatâd be more fitting for me , â he muses, nose scrunching ever so slightly at the amusement he feels from it all.Â
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đđđ  đđđđđđ  đđđ  đ  đđđđđđđ  things  to  carry  home  from  school  every  day  .  if  she  was  in  the  apartment  building  lobby  ,  there  was  likely  a  stack  of  assorted  items  in  her  arms  .  today  ,  the  small  girl  had  managed  to  wander  into  the  lobby  with  two  large  boxes  on  top  of  one  another  ,  a  bolt  of  velvet  ,  and  a  venti  iced  coffee  .  admittedly  ,  all  of  the  items  were  about  TWO  SECONDS  away  from  slipping  from  her  grasp  &  she  knew  this  .  which  is  why  her  cheetah  print  heels  hurriedly  carried  her  through  the  lobby  ,  with  her  voice  calling  out  â  hey  !  watch  out  !  wide  load  coming  through  !  â  all  the  while  .  finally  ,  the  girl  thought  she  made  it  just  in  time  to  slip  through  &  into  the  elevator  .  but  was  instead  met  with  CLOSED  elevator  doors  .  ivy  slammed  head  on  into  the  elevator  doors  ,  sending  her  stumbling  back  .  the  velvet  went  flying  &  all  of  her  projects  that  were  folded  within  the  boxes  tumbled  out  onto  the  floor  around  her  .  the  only  survivor  ?  her  trusty  iced  coffee  .  "  oh  for  fucks  sake  âŠÂ  "  the  brunette  girl  muttered  ,  rolling  her  dark  eyes  .  "  can  a  girl  get  a  hand  around  here  ,  "  she  called  out  ,  with  little  hope  of  actually  getting  a  helping  hand  .
   ERIC is just descending the apartment stairs in enough time to watch the commotion in front of him. it was an all too familiar sight, a frustrated ivy stomping her leopard print heels. he finds himself leaning against one of the walls watching her with a slight amusement. it was different, finding himself smiling when thinking about ivy instead of all the other emotions he was normally bombarded with when it came to her. part of him wants to leave the damsel in distress, knowing that actually interacting with his ex girlfriend could be tricky. while he might be a menace to society, he wasnât cruel enough to just leave her there. he lets out an aggravated sigh as he pushes off the wall and scooping up the boxes from behind her. â here, just let me carry this to your apartment ... clearly youâre having issues , â he grumbles quietly at her side. twisting the boxes in his hands he moves to press at the up arrow, before bouncing with a weird nervous energy on his toes.Â
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it was dark, chilly and quiet up here on the rooftop. the view was absolutely amazing and levi understood perfectly well why eric most nights seemed to escape to up here. if it was to clear his head, his soul or just his lungs levi didnât know, but he enjoyed his company very much. eric was a nice boy from what he could tell. â hey, â he softly greeted the other and sat down next to him, â i brought a blanket ; here. â levi spread the blanket out to cover them both at once. he didnât wait to get his actions approved by the other, after all they had been sat up here many times before. tonight was particularly chilly though so levi had put on his navy blue beanie, thick sweater and rubbed his hands together, hoping friction would create some sort of warmth between his palms.
   LEANING his palms back, ericâs eyes scan the dark sky above their heads. it was quite starry for a city like seatlle and something about the stillness of the night seemed to calm his soul. with a simple grunt and nod in thanks eric allows the other boy to spread the blanket between them. they had been here many times before, in the silent night ... he didnât feel the need to fill the silence anymore with the other. his eyes flickered to the otherâs hands rubbing together in front of him, â trying to start a fire or stay warm ? if itâs the former iâm not judging just think the owners might have a problem , â he quirks playfully. he moves to push the blanket towards the other, â take more if your cold, itâs not that bad for me ... â he shrugs his shoulders once.Â
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jesse should have recognized the figure leaning against the wall as soon as he stepped outside. but until just moments ago he had been so wrapped up in his own worries, the same never â ending spiral that never seemed to evade him anymore, that he hadnât even thought about who might be around him when he went for another cigarette.  â  ah shit, you got a lighter ? â  jesse asked, patting his empty pockets and suddenly remembering where exactly his own was left on his desk in his room. he glanced up once he heard the all too familiar voice. it was just a comment about the fucking weather. he hated how it made him falter now, his lips suddenly part with no words passing and his heart nearly sink lower in his chest than it already is.  â  oh, uh, yeah.  â  jesse stumbled.  â  seattleâs always freezing when itâs not raining.  â
   ERICâS body freezes at the voice that speaks up beside him. itâs a voice heâs all too familiar with and thereâs a prickling anger and tension up his spine. the feeling not long beginning to miss with a sense of abandonment. for a long petty moment, he debates ignoring the other completely, brushing him off and moving right past him. instead he indulges himself in his old friendâs company, passing him the lighter silently. itâs his response that causes a low aggregated scoff to fall off his lips, â now weâre talking about the fucking weather , huh ? â his words followed by a sad chuckle. he wonders how they ever got here. jesse was one of those people heâd always assumed would be by his side, but just like most things in ericâs life he bailed. the more rational side of him tries to reason, that jesse had good reasons .... but, when has eric been the most rational ?  â donât treat this as some kind of forgiveness or whatever ... i just understand needing a cigarette , â his head nods to the lighter in his hands.Â
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gosh darn, this amount of stupid work of reading stupid studentsâ stupid attempts at being stupid in french- ⊠etienne let out a heavy sigh as he looked down at the pile of essays he had yet to read through and correct. so many grammar errors here and there. in some of them it was even crystal clear how rushed theyâd been. he had to talk to those specific students tomorrow morning or something, or after class. right now though he needed a break. the male sat back in his chair and briefly mentally walked himself through his options of fun this late in the evening.. then he remembered. so he grabbed his phone with a smirk upon his plump lips and sent off a single emoji to his dear eric: an eggplant. followed by a question mark. classy.
   ERIC is sprawled out on his bed when his cell phone dings on the table beside him. thereâs an anxious energy pooling within him from the stillness of the day, without a proper job in a few days he can find himself getting restless. when he rolls over and reads the text that flashes across his phone he canât but let out a small snort at the emoji used. now, this is something that could cure that restlessness. it takes him a maximum of two seconds before heâs rolling off his bed and bounding out the front door of his apartment. it takes mere minutes before heâs standing in front of etienneâs door, thanking god for living in the same complex. â an eggplant ? really ? â he calls amusement in his voice through the wooden door after giving it a sharp knock.Â

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   PERCHED against the wall of the front of hideawayâs front complex, eric lets out a puff of smoke from his lips. his dark head was covered by hid hoodie and small frame swallowed by a black puffy jacket. it was one of the very rare off nights eric had both from â work â and the diner. most people on their nights off would spend it relaxing in their apartments, but not him. he felt almost stir crazy doing such a thing and much preferred breathing in the bustling night streets of downtown seattle. however, he could already tell the dropping temperature around him wouldnât allow him to stay out for long. he takes another long drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the sidewalk and stopping out itâs lasting light. a low sigh falling from his lips as he twists on his feet to enter back into the complex, the warm air of the lobby hitting him as soon as heâs through the door. â fuck , itâs cold as shit out there , â he murmurs not really to anyone in particular.Â
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