Eric Osborne's smile is my religion

hi yes i am alive

here’s just a post to explain why i’ve been dead for a year and a half

if u’ve cared why i’ve been gone here u go

honey you’ve got a big storm coming

“I can’t do this.” Tristan exclaimed as he fanned himself with his hands in an attempt to calm himself down.

“Tristan, you’ve come so far.” Miles put a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place as he blockaded the door. “You can’t back out now.”

“He just thinks I’m some immature kid.”

“Listen to me.” Miles put his other hand on Tristan’s open shoulder. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks. He raped you. This is just about the most mature thing you can do.”

“I’m scared.” Tristan admitted sheepishly.

“I know. But you can do this.” Miles took his hand. “You can face him. We can face him. Together.”

— alternatively,,

Oh, hell no.

Miles did not just see what he thought he did.Miles did not just see a familiar tuff of brown hair strolling through the halls. He did not just hear that voice.

He did not just see him.

Miles felt his body turn to fire, and felt it move on its own accord. He felt his hands moving before he had time to stop them. He moved until he was holding Yates by his collar.

“You find it fun to prey on teens, ha? Then come back like it’s nothing.” He swung the man as he held him up to his fist.

“He wanted it.”

1. fortune

Miles had royally fucked himself over.

He’d felt as if he’d ruined everything, as if nothing he could say could fix the situation at hand. He’d gone from loving to vicious in a second and he wasn’t proud of it. He couldn’t even tell you why they were fighting but the reason seemed mundane to him.

Had it been a normal day, he would’ve shut himself in his room or tried to reconcile but Frankie had forced him out of the house to get take out with her. He reluctantly obliged.

Frankie shoved a fortune cookie in his face. “Good things are coming to you.” His fortune read.

His phone buzzed merely seconds later.