unfortunately it hurts all3 of my feelings

“James Brown’s ‘Living In America’ is the greatest fourth of July song of all time, change my mind.”

“Where’s your respect for not just the greatest Fourth of July song, but the greatest song of all time? When Miley sang, ‘and a Jay-Z song was on...’ I really felt that.”

while her expression perhaps stated otherwise, truth was the blonde hadn’t payed attention to what her company was saying from the first moment they decided to take a seat in front of her during lunch. she lazily picked the food on her plate, not very interested in even eating her sushi while deep in her thoughts; until after what seemed to be a forever she decided to look and finally face her company in front of her. “—i haven’t heard a word you said.” she bluntly stated without any kind of remorse, her expression still rather chilled. 

“i have a theory.”  unprompted as her fingers zoom in on the vandalized scenery flats.  “paris hilton, obviously, did it. she came to wisconsin out of what, i can only assume is, pity to warn us about the kardashians. you know they used to be, like, best friends, right?” she’ll pump the sabotaged musical full of gas for as long as she could. if everyone’s talking about this half-assed theory it’ll make walking down the halls easier.  “this is the only place she’ll feel powerful considering how irrelevant she is now. it was - it had  to be paris hilton. change my mind.”

Oz’s fingers tapped on the table as he stared down at the papers. His mother had gone through all the proper channels and yet, somehow, his father was rearing his head to step in. To ‘help’. Brow furrowed in frustration, he looked down at the paper with anger, disdain, frustration. But all of those things seamlessly eased out as he felt someone stare. “Hi…” Surrounded by familiar faces in the dairy, he knew that people were talking. They’d seen his father around. “What’s up?”

Lucy couldn’t help sensing the nervousness in the booth behind her. Even if she had been distracted with her phone. “Nothing really. You do seem kind of unnerved, though,” she admitted, turning her head and offering her cup forward. “Milkshake?” Usually she wasn’t in the business of giving her food away, but she was done with it, anyway.

“   oh  my  god  !  for  the  last  time,  i  never  dyed  my  hair  !  i  don't  care  what  you  heard  becuase it’s  my  hair  we’re  talking  about,  and  i’m  one – hundred – percent  sure  that  this   —   ”   she  gestured  to  her  hair,   “   —   is  au  naturel,  bitch,  so  just  leave  me  alone  before  i  throw  you  into  the  fucking  lake,  yeah  ?   ”

@fromthesun: i don't like to be somber on my twt bc im all about love and acceptance and happiness but that's fucked up. whoever did that is fucked up. i hope you understand wtf you did and that you learn from the karma that comes

Amazingly enough, Declan wasn’t too hungover and she wasn’t grounded. Taking an opportunity of her freedom, Declan decided to go to Diary’s after church ended. When she arrived, she sat down in her usual booth and ordered a coffee. Pulling out her song notebook, she went to the most recent song she was working on and began to write. Looking up when a shadow fell over her, she gave them a smile. “Hi.” She said. “Did you wanna join me?” She asked

“Can I, actually? Creepy Ted won’t stop staring and I get the feeling I’ll be a lot more relaxed if I sit with someone. What are you working on?”

Miles couldn’t help but hum along to the iconic weeknd tune. “We gotta take him to Petco tomorrow. He deserves an outing too.” He said with a nod before laughing as he defensively pulled away. “Hey. I know you wouldn’t let that happen anyway, so.” Her affection always seemed to warm his heart, so he reached to press a quick kiss to her nose before she pulled away. “You’re so gross.” He muttered before lacing their fingers.

The drinks were flowing and Daisy was having more fun than she thought even possible at this point. She had just gotten out of the pool to grab herself another drink when she witnessed someone falling in, “Oh shit!” But she couldn’t help but laugh as she hurried over to them, clapping her hands in amusement, “Are you okay?” She asked, offering a hand to help them out.

Maisie had entered the party at a good hour, casually late, and was sort of hoping people were drunk enough that the pity stares would cease for the night. She’d managed to dress up in something she usually wouldn’t wear, showing much more skin, like she did prior to getting oxygen. She even wrapped a pink lace ribbon around her tank, hoping it’d make it look like an accessory rather than a burden. However, as per usual - it was causing trouble. A drunk guy had wandered up behind her and began ever so gracefully grinding on the tank, refusing to let it go. “Can you please get off of this and go dance with something with a heartbeat?” she snapped, trying to pull it away, but with a drink in one hand and a lack of upper body strength, she was failing.

Seeing the exchange from across the room, Lucy made her way over, reaching to tap the guy on the shoulder. “Dude, knock it off,” she said simply, with a constant glare the whole way through, even when he started laughing and trying to play it off as a joke. She stayed silent, with the same expression on her face. Eventually the guy just scoffed, asking her what her problem was before leaving. Then she smiled, having gotten what she wanted. “Why is it they always assume ‘no’ means ‘keep testing me’? I’ve learned silent hatred and a cold, dead look behind the eyes usually achieves the best results. Are you good?”

Belle grinned at the response. “I love learning about these things, it baffles me that some people don’t believe. I think Roswell is a large indicator.”

“Some people just don’t know how to open their minds beyond what they’ve been taught, unfortunately. Have you seen the videos and stuff people post of the lights and stuff? Not to mention the theories are fascinating.”