High As Kites

TAG ME IN STUFF.

YOU’RE NOT ANNOYING ME.

SEEING STUFF IN MY TAG.

MAKES MY DAY.

LIKE SERIOUSLY.

YOU THOUGHT OF ME. 

YOU INCLUDED ME IN YOUR POST.

YOU WANTED ME TO SEE SOMETHING.

BLESS YOUR SWEET SOUL.

BLESS.

YOUR.

"That’s good that you were raised like that," Whitney said with a smile. "I think most mothers need to raise their sons like your mother did you. They need to learn respect and boundaries, and maybe if they were taught that from an early age, they’d understand it. If I ever have a son someday, he’s going to learn very early on how to treat women."

Whitney smiled again, nodding softly. “I’m fairly certain she’d be very proud for what you did tonight. There were no punches thrown, and you managed to get those pigs to leave me alone. I’ll bet she’s smiling up in Heaven right now.” She nodded again as he spoke. “It’s good you kinda keep them in line, though. You might be saving a few broken hearts by doing that.”

Whitney blushed as he called her stunning, and she smiled shyly. “Well, thank you. You’re pretty handsome, if i must say. I mean…most men around here just aren’t that great when it comes to looks, but you have it all. You’re nice looking and sweet to boot. You’re pretty much the perfect guy.”

"My mother was a really good woman," Tony says quietly and then his heart kind of twists at the woman's words. The thought of his mother looking down on him and smiling proudly made him miss her terribly. He needed her more than ever now to help guide him through these nightmares because even though she was no therapist -- she understood him better than anybody else.

"I hope so," He finally says and bites his lip, wiping his cheek on his shirt to hide that he was on the verge of crying. He had to show strength. It was just the way it was. He never cried -- or at least tried his hardest when he could, but when you were forced to kill a child because they were going to kill you if you didn't? Well, that would make any grown man cry. The world was terrible and yet so full of promise all at once.

"I have to. I'm the responsible one of the group, or well the most responsible. Not all of them are stupid or anything and I love the guys like brothers," He says with a nod. Then she's complimenting him and he can't help but smile just a touch. "I think I did pretty good. Kept all my legs and arms and my face is alright. I'm pretty darn handsome for a discharged solider," He laughs then though it is true. There are plenty who come out disfigured. He got lucky, though he did have a bunch of scars to prove his service.

"Ah. Not perfect, actually. One night with me generally brings that whole idea of perfect straight out of anyone's mind. It's why I haven't slept in a proper good 2 or 3 weeks. I have nightmares. Night terrors is what my doctor calls it," He says with a shrug, "So cross out Mister Perfect and make it Mister Almost There," He says with a sad smile because before going to the army he probably was that Mister Perfect.

"Well at least you respect yourself," He says with a soft sigh, hands running through dark curls before his eyes catch sight of his brother, jumping around like he's on a pogo stick before he's suddenly passing out. "Oh shit." He mumbles, "That's my brother. I'll be right back," And then he's rushing off to attend to his passed out brother before anyone else can bother him or hurt him anymore.

"C’mon, I have a lot of cereal.. and bread." Derek said with a little chuckle as he gently let go of her hand and instead wrapped it around her shoulder. If her and her roommate didn’t eat, what else couldn’t they do? His mind started to wonder a bit until he saw the sign for the restaurant and smiled a bit more. "You’re not, trust me. I just want to help you out… You’re a great girl and you deserve it."

"Really, I would feel bad for mooching off of you. We'll apply for food stamps or something," She says with a casual shrug as he wraps his arm around her frame. He was so nice and perfect and gosh, she didn't deserve his attention. She really didn't. "I'm really  not a great girl," She says but she isn't going to explain why, of course. It's kind of selfish of her -- keeping him in the dark so he can think she's a good person, but ex-strippers aren't good people and though she never did hard drugs -- she did smoke every so often. He'd be revolted by it -- she bet.