⌈・𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪 // 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘・⌋

a  flurry  of  emotions  sweeps  over  her  ,  eyes  beginning  to  drip  with  tears.  it’s  a  battle  between  bottling  her  emotions  up  forever  to  not  be  a  burden  &  telling  her  something  that’ll  likely  ruin  her  night.  but  ,  ultimately  she  breaks  —  she  always  does  under  any  pressure.  ❛  yeah  ,  they  did  ,  ❜  she  stammers  ,  a  steady  flow  of  tears  streaming  down  her  face  ,  ❛   it  was.  it  was  your  sister.  ❜  &  boom.  there  is  the  blow.  ❛  she’s  just  not  very  nice  to  me.  nothing  too  bad.  ❜  an  understatement  to  say  the  least.  she’s  already  made  it  bad  enough  ,  so  she  doesn’t  go  on  about  it. 

“I’ve thought about getting a dog, but I don’t have time to devote to one on a daily basis, I don’t think,” Emmanuelle said, breaking off another piece of the dog treat she was splitting between two of the puppers at the pet shop. She was on break from work at the flower shop next door and decided to come in and pet a few dogs to de-stress from the day she’d been having so far. “Do you have any dogs?” she asked the person admiring the same dogs.

       -- “ That’s a shame. You guys seem like you’re getting along well. ” the smile on his face brightens as he watches the puppies. “ Yeah, I do actually, I’m getting these for him. it’s good for his teeth. -- and whatever they put in these he loves it. ” he says, lifting the pack of small dental chews slightly, “ a small dachshund, his name is Pretzel. ”

prom night, in most peoples eyes was considered to be a moment to remember. and yet – it was boring for alexis, in most aspects. maybe that’s her own fault. “not really –” only some and she’s not even sure if they’re correct. it sets her a bit on edge. “that‘s like – i should know more, right? but how do i ask without sounding weird about it?”

       -- she manages a small smile, features softening slightly, “ only if you want to find out more. ” she says, features softening slightly. “ lex, you won’t sound weird. this town full of people who love gossip. I bet, someone even posted a video of the fight on instagram. ” or maybe not. she shrugs. “ do we know the girls involved in the fight ?? ”

it’s  not  hard  to  tell  that  under  the  smiles  &  bright  eyes  is  a  deep  sadness  &  anxiety.  no  matter  how  hard  she  tries  to  hide  it  ,  certain  people  will  always  see  through  the  facade.  she  sighs  ,  letting  her  mask  fade  for  a  moment.  ❛  it’s  nothing.  i  just  bumped  into  someone  i  wish  i  hadn’t  ,  ❜  she  tells  rae  with  a  nonchalant  shrug  ,  not  going  into  specifics.  but  ,  she’s  sure  she’ll  drag  it  out  of  her  eventually.  everyone  does.  her  backbone  is  like  a  twig.

viv sighed heavily. “well. i’m covered if i spill coffee on myself again next week. screwed for the current blood stain.” her shoulders seemed to slump — posture closing in on herself as she frowned. “fuck.”

“i don’t think alcohol poisoning, but lots and lots of vomiting” chuckling lightly— knowing that she’ll probably be one of them. julia wasn’t sure how rae acted when she was inebriated.. “cheers to a night that we’ll forget for the rest of our lives” taking another swig— it tasted like garbage, exactly like she expected “it’s great” she said sarcastically 

       -- cue a light-hearted chuckle. “ uh - huh, delicious. ”  she says, blatant sarcasm can’t be missed. it takes at least four drinks to get her drunk and holding half-empty third punch is a bit alarming. " my last prom and i won’t even remember half of it. isn’t it perfect ?? ” she says, the word perfect is slightly slurred. it’s clear that the effects of alcohol slowly start showing themselves. 

𝖎𝖎  —  ASHCROFT   WAS   FUNNY   IN   THE          sense  that  he  didn’t  really  know  how  to  peg  it .  it  was  a  small  town  ––  really  too  small  a  town  for  his  liking ,  but  it  felt  huge  in  some  aspects .  like  the  fact  that  he’d  gotten  lost  about  fifteen  times  on  the  same  walk  home .  despite  how  his  life  had  gone  down  hill  over  the  past  nine  months ,  he  wasn’t  an  idiot .  his  car  was  left  at  the  bar ,  and  he  found  himself  wondering  down  the  same  street  for  the  forth  time  that  night .  his  phone  had  been  dead  for  hours  or  he  would  have  ordered  an  uber .  it  wasn’t  until  spotting  someone  who  looked  vaguely  familiar  that  he  spoke .          ❛   hey ,  do  you  have  uber ?  if  you  order  me  an  uber  to  take  me  home ,  i’ll  pay  you  ––  i  swear .  i’m  just  fuckin’  lost .   ❜          he’s  sorta  upset  there’s  no  paparazzi  in  this  town .  he’s  sure  this  would  make  a  great  cover  story .

“How am I supposed to know if one of my friends said something to someone else? I know I didn’t say anything, but excuse me for not being able to read minds to tell you who did.” And she used the term ‘friend’ loosely. The type of people Rae was referring too, were the ones she’d learned the hard way not to trust, but she’d also learnt it was best to stay on their good side - no matter what you had to sacrifice to stay there. Whatever facade of nonchalance she had going, evaporated at the question, eyes flashing with anger for a second, before she morphed her expression back into one of boredom. “So I can go tell her that she looks great, and a little make-up hides any evidence of tears. You know… Something that may make her feel better, opposed to something pointless like ruining people’s night for no good reason other than you think they did something.” 

       -- she lets out a long sigh. “ I. asked. if. you. knew. --” oh - fuck it. “ I told you if you don’t know just say fucking no. but you give me ‘maybe i said’ bullshit and now this. yes, you can’t read their fucking minds, yes, you fucking genius, I know. the whole point of the question was asking you if you’ve witnessed anything or you telling me if you think someone you know might have said it. fuck. what’s your fucking problem ?? if your goal was to piss me off, wow congrats, you did. ” she doesn’t know if the other trying to take whatever she’s feeling out on rae, or she’s like this all the time but this conversation has been very unnecessarily aggressive. “ oh, bless your heart. ” the words drip with equal amounts of sarcasm and venom. " sure. I’m the only one ruining people’s night. -- you know what, follow me, ms. all talk no action. ” she says, heading toward the girl’s bathroom.

toby / @heavycrcwns.

he usually didn’t frequent these types of places – places that had small talk or whatever. gray knows he’s not exactly the type that’s cut out to live in ashcroft ( simply for the fact that there was vertically nothing but ivy to attach himself to ) and gray is fine with that. though today he’s seated in the overly crowded shop with his water of all things. “you can sit, if you want.” he shrugs. it’s not like gray is going to bite, and besides, the other looks a bit .. bewildered about their being little seating.

rae / @heavycrcwns.

“did you hear?” she says, mostly because she isn’t sure who else to talk to this with. she wash’t going to talk to ivy about it, nor charlie or her aunt and alexis had very little friends these days. besides .. rae wasn’t involved, and there’s nothing wrong with a little gossip. “some girls got into a fight. it’s weird.” as if she isn’t family to one of those girls.

“so question…” vivi mused aloud, eyes plastered to her phone as her thumbs whittled away. “what’s the easiest way to remove blood stains from clothing?” her lips pursed, — as of yet, she hadn’t considered the implications of her question, what it mean, what she was implying. she was focused solely on the task at hand — and removing blood stains was it. “ya know — something that doesn’t involve a shit ton of chemicals that i need a PHd to pronounce.” finally, her gaze flicked up and away from her phone. “any ideas?”

‘ fuck ! ’ he cursed as the skateboard flew out from under his feet — his body going one way and his board going the other. he heard the crash before he saw it, a strident car alarm following immediately after. pushing himself up off the sidewalk to retrieve his board, matty took a quick glance around to make sure no one had seen. yet luck was not on his side — and someone was walking up the sidewalk right in his direction. ‘ shit — is that your car ? i am SO sorry, dude — ’ he rambled, reaching into the pocket of his jeans to pull out his wallet — or, more accurately, a school id, debit card, and cash tied together with a rubber band —‘ here, i’ll make it up, i swear — ’ he said, handing them the only five dollar bill he had. 

It took everything she had not to turn on her heel and walk around the school until she found whoever was crying. Skylar had spent far too many days crying over a comment someone else made, not to feel some empathy towards whoever the unknown girl was - but Rae couldn’t know that. As far as most the school was convinced, she was the kind of girl who’d make those comments, not the one who wanted to shield other’s from them. “I could have said I don’t know. You also could have decided not to jump to conclusions, so I guess we’re both wrong.” Tucking some hair behind her ear, it was pure stubbornness that kept her rooted to the spot. “Was she still in the stall when you left?” 

       -- “ you say, or you don’t. how can you not know that ?? ” brown eyes narrowing at the blond in irritation. oh, this girl is getting on her nerves. “ really ?? ‘jumping to conclusions’ ?? you’ve just fucking told me you could have said it. -- it sounds like I’ve jumped to the right conclusion ” rae rolls her eyes and mentally groans for the fifteenth time. she doesn’t try to come up with solutions when it comes to her problems. all these rumors and gossips will be forgotten someday. the ones about her aren’t forgotten yet but she’s numb to them. it’s the same thing, right ?? -- but the girl in the bathroom stall was sad. and anyone with conscious would try to help her if they heard the sobs. " why do you want to know?? so you may or may not say sorry ?? ”

julia looked over at rae and nodded, holding a cup of her own “yeah, apparently the football team put like.. ten different alcohols in it or something” she wasn’t one hundred percent— but it was something she heard and it sounded believable enough. “but…  alcohol is alcohol, you’re still gonna get fucked up” raising the glass up and taking a swig.

       -- nose is all crinkled. yep, she can believe that. “ ten ?? holy shit. hope no one dies from alcohol poisoning tonight. ” she knows herself. the effects of alcohol will come soon. and the drunk rae... well, she’s different... but who gives a fuck right ?? it’s her graduation.  “ to the prom punch that will fuck us up, cheers. ” why she feels like she’s going to regret this ??