miles pearce.

milespearce: sweetie you dated someone who ltrly has a mullet rn. way passed charity work

Carter couldn’t help but to chuckle at the other’s reaction when he mentioned Lima, shaking his head at him – it was obvious that the other had hated his year off, but Carter made sure to remind him every time he got to chance, even if it annoyed him. “You can try suing me, I doubt that you’ll be able to. I’ll get the best lawyers in the city, you know that.” Carter scoffed with a small chuckle, as he walked inside of the building with Miles, shaking his head when the other mentioned that buying him drink was his charity work. “I don’t need your charity, but I appreciate your kindness. Maybe you did learn something when you were away.” Carter said with a shrug, as he looked back to Miles as the other ordered a bottle of bourbon. As he took a seat next to Miles, he rested his arms on the counter as he turned to look at his friend, before nodding his head slowly. “Of course, it’s not a party if I’m not there. Who do you take me for? Who’s going to be there?” Carter asked, just out of curiosity – he was still going, despite of the people that would be there, but he thought he should at least know who he was going to hang out with; plus, he wasn’t about to miss out on an opportunity to party.

Every time Carter or anyone else mentioned the place that must not be named to him, Miles could feel his soul leave his body. Though, it could be argued that he didn’t truly have a soul. He was thankful when the conversation shifted to the party Miles was going to have later on that evening. He didn’t want to dwell on the past, especially not his boring traipse into Midwestern life. That was long behind him. “I’ve had plenty of parties without you there,” Miles joked, shaking his head. Not entirely true. Carter was undeniably fun. Anyone willing to drink and engage in reckless behavior with him was fun in his book. “A few people I graduated with,” he shrugged, mostly meaning Eli and Zoe. The rest of whatever Lima stragglers tried to hustle their way in would be turned away by his doorman. “And the usual crew,” he mumbled out, turning to watch as the bartender returned with their bottle and poured each of them their first glass. He reached for his drink and took in a small sip. “No guys you’re interested in will be there unless you’re trying to slum it with someone I know from Ohio.”

it would have been easy to stay home and cry. would have been easy to wallow in her self-pity, to stare at pictures, and to send an absurd amount of text messages. it would have been easy to mourn the end of her relationship in a semi-healthy way, but zoe puckerman wasn’t sure she understood the definition of the word ‘easy’, and after feeling the ease of the liquor sliding down her throat all night, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. that stuff would all come in time - it would have to, but tonight? tonight she was finding comfort in the bottom of the bottle. comfort she couldn’t find anywhere else - not with friends, not with family, and certainly not with theo. zoe silently winced as a mental image of her first love appeared. fuck. she drew the last of the wine in her cup to her lips, praying the liquid would wipe away all of her memories. thankfully, she didn’t have to rely on the alcohol too long, for a familiar voice rang clear to her ears. “loser,” she greeted, the excitement on her face clear as she noted the bottle and glasses in his hand. “black,”  she responded curtly, raising the shot to her lips, followed by an obvious “duh.” zoe pulled herself up to sit on the counter as she watched miles pour the next round of shots. “your friends are..” she trailed off, eyeing the crowd closely. “interesting. and kind of boring, but i suppose that shouldn’t surprise me. you are the company you keep, or whatever.” after clinking their shots together, zoe threw it back easily. perhaps too easily. “so what’s the move for tonight? i know we aren’t staying here all night.”

Miles, as hard as he tried, was never going to be the person to worry about what was going on in someone else’ life. Why would he? He wasn’t upset. He wanted to drink because he wanted to have fun. And if something was bothering Zoe enough to where she wanted to drink with him then he was grateful for the party company, but he wasn’t going to twist her arm into revealing her problems. Quite the opposite, he was never going to ask. “You know I’ve met your friends, right?” He teased, sliding her shot glass back over in her direction. “Most of them are idiots. Are you the company you keep?” Bringing the glass back to his lips, he took down another shot and slammed the glass back down on the counter. “Some bar,” he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn’t know the exact plan for the night, but that was because he planned on being drunkenly dragged into an uber later on in the night. “I’ve got a couple party favors if you’re really trying to get fucked up tonight.”

𝐖𝐇𝐎: miles pearce & @zoepuckerman​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: satuday, march 20, after midnight

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: miles’ party pad

As far as Miles was concerned, nothing good came out of his time in Ohio. And he was going to stick to that for the rest of his life. He would never admit that he somewhat enjoyed the company of some of his former classmates. Miles didn’t really make friends. Even now that he was in the city, the people that flooded his parties were NYADA acquaintances and New York City socialites. In his whole life, he’d been able to make about two friends, not including Molly. Warner and Carter. Two people that he had a lot in common with, so much so, that their friendships had truly just fallen into his lap. Until now, he’d never felt compelled to want to be friends with someone. His eyes glanced around the room, before falling on a person he was starting to consider a friend. He tapped lightly on the bottle of tequila in his hand and made his way over toward Zoe, immediately filling two shot glasses for the two of them. “Here,” he mumbled out, passing a shot glass over to her. Obviously, she had something going on, but he’d made it clear that he wasn’t the type to care about her or anyone else’ problems. “What’s the goal for the night? A little buzzed or are we blacking out?” He asked before bringing the glass to his lips and throwing back the shot. It didn’t take long for him to pour them both another one, he already knew what his goal was for the night. Definitely blacking out.

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rollin’ up to brunch like 📸  @carterjuly

ZOE: hey loser.

ZOE: i keep wanting to say sorry for that time i slushied you, but that'd be a lie.

ZOE: i'd do it again, in case you were wondering.

ZOE: but also, wyd tomorrow night? in desperate need to chug.

MILES: zoe.

MILES: i wasn't wondering but noted. you can take the girl out of the ohio 7/11 but you can't take the ohio out of the girl.

MILES: having a few people over. swing by. should i pretend to want to know why you're in need of a party or can i just openly admit i don't care??

[GREGG SULKIN, CISMALE, HE/HIM] who’s that? oh it’s [MILES PEARCE]. i hear they’re [19] and are known as [THE THESPIAN] around [NEW YORK CITY]. they're also a [SOPHOMORE] at [NYADA], *have a voice like [SANTINO FONTANA]* and are part of [NYADA players]. they’re known to be [ENGAGING and CLEVER] and [MALICIOUS and POMPOUS]. some people say they remind them of [ROLLED UP 100 DOLLAR BILLS, LAST CALL AT A BAR, and LOUD PENTHOUSE PARTIES]. only one way to find out! 

Candy thought that it was probably better stop trying to change Miles from the person he was – she was sure that she wasn’t the first person to try doing it and if she was being honest, she didn’t care that much. In a couple of months, the two would part and Candy wouldn’t have to talk to him again, even though he was considered a celebrity. She was hoping that her and Molly would at least keep in touch, but she didn’t had any intentions of keeping in touch with Miles. As they talked about NYADA, Candy shrugged her shoulders, as she didn’t care that much about Broadway. “Yes? Who cares about Broadway either way? It’s a year away from dying, especially since if Ivy St. James ever gets on stage alongside with her mother to play in “Trolls, the Broadway Musical”. No one cares.” Candy said, and she meant what she said – no one really cared about Broadway these days and the musicals only seemed to get worse, but she probably should keep that to herself if she didn’t want to get lashed out by all of the musical theater nerds that weirdly ended up at that school. “I don’t know, for my singing, for my acting, for whatever. I’m just going to LA to be famous, it’s not important how I become it.” She said with a small nod, knowing that the other would probably have something to say about it, like a lot of people had before, but she didn’t care – she wasn’t backing down from her plan. “Don’t worry, I’ll send you a signed copy of my album whenever I get it. You can keep it.” She said with a smile, nodding her head.

It was beginning to become clear to Miles why everyone wanted to leave this town. As hopeless as their dreams were, Lima was absolutely dreadful. Rarely did he ever have a genuine smile when talking to someone here or participating in one of their tedious activities. Even now, any smirk that spread across his face during conversation with Candy was likely a reflex or because he was being insidiously mean to her. “Broadway is not a year from dying. That’s a moronic thing to say. Broadway is timeless,” he insisted as he let out a sigh. The mention of Ivy and her mother wasn’t going to help his case at all since they were both talented, yet overhyped Ohioan trash, they weren’t going to help keep up the relevancy of Broadway. “There are some people who think they are meant for the stage, yet, they are not. And they are the cause of Broadway’s crisis of relevancy. They are irrelevant and their obsession with Broadway coupled with their lack of real star quality is what has contributed to the diminishing of a sacred institution. The theater. They have given real actors a bad name.” He wasn’t going to name names, but anyone at that school who was hinging on a future in musical theater, in his opinion, was a talentless hack. And hopefully, they would come to terms with that before ending up running the counter at the sheets-n-trash or whatever it was called. Candy seemed just as delusional as every other Lima person with her insistence that she was going to end up famous. “If your goal is to run along to LA and become instantly famous... You’re deranged,” he explained, shaking his head. “Even with a sex tape, you wouldn’t become famous. There are girls hotter than you in LA,” he scoffed with a light giggle. “At least you’ll always be rich, right? But honey, you will not be famous. You don’t have anything to offer the world. We’re not interested.”

To some extent, Candy could understand where Miles was coming from – moving from a big city to a small town like Lima, Ohio had to be exhausting and she probably would have the same reaction. However, even if Candy wanted to get out of there, she wouldn’t dare to walk alone in those halls and judge everyone. Even if most relationships in high school didn’t last, Candy was sure that she would be able to keep some of the friends she had made at McKinley, but she couldn’t say the same about Miles. Raising an eyebrow as the other mentioned that he wanted to leave before graduation, she shrugged his shoulders. “Not like your high school career matters that much… In a few years I’m sure that you’ll forget that you even went here. I know I probably will… Life is much more than high school and it’s not that serious.” She said, hoping that this would at least help Miles see that it didn’t matter where you went to high school with, because one day it would all be in the past. Candy was starting to regret talking to Miles, mostly because the other seemed uninterested in whatever they were talking about, but she thought she would at least give it a try. Rolling her eyes slightly as the other’s answer, she nodded as he explained that he would end up in New York. “NYADA? I thought that was fictional. Whatever, that’s good at least, I’m glad to see that you’re so positive about it.” She said with a small nod of her head, as she thought about her answer. “Los Angeles. Famous, obviously. It’s not that hard and everyone with a pair of eyes can see that I’m destined to be famous, so that’s where I’ll be.” She said simply.

Miles rarely envied anyone. But he did envy that his sister had found some way to make sense of their situation and slightly assimilate into this lifestyle. He hated it. He didn’t want her to blend in with the humdrum of Ohioan life, but he was tired of sticking out like a sore thumb. He was tired of being blatantly despised by people who lacked adequate dental hygiene and drove trucks that were bigger than the trailers they probably lived in. Sure, with his judgmental bitchiness, he deserved to be hated. But he was over it. “That’s wishful thinking.” He was hopeful that one day he would forget about his mother’s foray into mental instability with her decision to send her children to live in Ohioan, but in all honesty, he would probably never forget this shitty place and the time he was forced to spend here. “You thought that one of the top performing arts conservatories in New York City was fictional?” He questioned, letting the obvious disgust roll off his tongue. She was one of the richest people in Lima, and even she was classless. It was obvious that money could buy a lot of things, but common sense and culture weren’t on that list. “Famous?” He echoed, slightly confused. He’d spent enough time with her in the choir room to know that she was relatively talented, but talented enough to make it in Los Angeles? He wasn’t certain. “Famous for what?”

Candy wasn’t sure why she had started talking to Miles in the first place – after all, he wasn’t necessarily the nicest person she knew and he definitely wasn’t anything like his sister. But since the two were in Glee Club and the two actually knew how to dress and be talented, Candy had decided to at least try and be friends with both of them. Talking to Miles was definitely difficult, but the Pearce twins were the closest thing that school had to celebrities, so she thought it would be for the best if she tried to at least talk to him. “So, you’re just going to disappear back to New York before graduation? That sounds like fun, I think.” Candy said, a little confused at that whole logic – as much as she wanted to get out of there, there was no way that she was missing her own graduation and to get her diploma while people cheered for her, but she could understand why Miles was so eager to get out of Lima. As the other started talking about how pink wasn’t her color, Candy thought about punching Miles right in the face – it was the first thought that came to her head, but she was able to stop herself from doing that. She didn’t want to get in trouble with Remington and she knew for a fact that Miles would threaten a lawsuit if she ended up punching him in the face. “You’re out of your mind, I look amazing in pink! You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, as she leaned against the lockers and shook her head. “Well, sky blue is pretty… But I think people would just get confused and think that I’m one of those girls from Crawford. So, not going to happen. Thanks, I guess.” She said, raising an eyebrow. “What’s your big plan after graduation?” She asked.

Miles was always taken aback whenever someone started a conversation with him. He wasn’t exactly dynamite at making friends. Quite the opposite, Miles had grown exceptionally well at ignoring almost everyone and acting as though he was the important person in the world. And he didn’t have any regrets about it. He was better than almost everyone here. Including the current rich idiot, he was talking to. Candy Motta had money. But money couldn’t buy her a brain cell or a personality that didn’t make him want to gauge his eyes out. “That is the plan. I don’t want to end my high school career as a titan,” he insisted with a shrug of his shoulders. Everything about McKinley high school made his skin crawl, but the fact that people around here seemed to worship the ground that morons walked on was starting to really weigh on him. It was bad enough that Candy was adamant that she looked good in a color that made her look like a washed out mess, but she wasn’t taking his advice. Advice that was definitely correct. Miles Pearce wasn’t wrong, especially when it came to upgrading the lunacies of someone else’s physical appearance. “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he offered up, shaking his head. “I’ll be back in New York City. Preferably at NYADA. It’s not a big plan or some idea. It’s a guarantee. That is where I’ll be.” The last thing he cared about what was inevitable Grey Gardens life Candy Motta was going to end up having, but he figured he could pretend to be interested. “And you? Where will you be a year from now?”

molly was self-aware enough to know and understand that her and her brother (but, mostly miles) were not everyone’s cup of tea. as wonderful and amazing as molly thought they were, she knew that wasn’t everyone’s experience. people saw miles as loud, opinionated, arrogant, and self-absorbed, and while maybe he was all those things to a certain degree, molly also saw the somewhat soft, thoughtful side… which was why she should have absolutely known better than to pretend like everything in her life was status quo. it had taken approximately .2 seconds for miles to clock the phoniness behind her facade,  and while it would have normally annoyed her, there was a small part of molly that was relieved she was being forced to talk through her problems. “yeah,” she signed. “i mean, i was obviously disappointed that he couldn’t muster up the strength to spend a night in ohio,” the sarcasm in her tone was clear as day, “but i ended up having a lot of fun with candy and ruby,” she said, alluding to their performance. “horrible taste in music, but decent company.” a small smirk occupied molly’s lips as miles’ dramatic side reared it’s ugly head. “if you think i’m worried about her, you must not know me at all,” okay, maybe the self-absorbed trait ran throughout the entire family. “are you worried about not getting moritz?” a stupid question considering she knew miles answer would be a resounding no. “are you going to see her again?” molly didn’t need nor want to know the details about miles’ date with nico, but his answer to the question would be telling. “i know that,” molly responded sharply as she placed the dish to the side and grabbed the next one out of miles’ hands. “but if we are going to be here for,” she glanced towards the stairs before returning to look at her brother. “the unforeseeable future, why not at least try to make friends?” molly had always been the softer one of the twins, and it showed in situations such as these. “i wan to see leo play,” she said honestly and simply. “he’s seen me sing on more than one occasion, so i think it’s only fair that i return the favor.” what she wasn’t saying was why she really wanted to see leo play. was it merely an excuse just to see him again? perhaps. as her mind filled with visions of leo and their stolen kisses outside of breadstix, molly’s mouth opened against her best judgment. “we kissed on valentine’s day.”

Miles could not pretend to know the inner-workings of Molly and Warner’s relationship. His sister was the most important person to him, so if Warner was mistreating her then he would not have blamed Molly for being fed up. Warner was technically his best friend, sure, but Molly was his real best friend. They were the two stuck living their own version of hell in Ohio together. Warner didn’t understand it and from what Molly was saying, he wasn’t trying to. “I can talk to him if you want,” he suggested, glancing over at her. “It’s about time he came down here.” It was safe to say that Miles was starved for actual attention from someone he respected. He couldn’t spend all of his time with just his sister or making fun of everyone else. It was getting tiresome. He nodded his head as Molly answered his question, happy that his sister didn’t consider anyone in this town competition. Good. Being here hadn’t changed her too much. “Worried? About losing out to whom? Joey? He can’t tie his own shoes.” Truth was, Miles didn’t have anything bad to say about his evening with Nico. She was weird. Probably one of the strangest people he’d ever spent time with, but he’d had fun. And he would, without a doubt, take the chance to enjoy her company again. “We’ll see,” he responded with a shrug. Miles never showed all of his cards. To anyone. But if there was someone, he was going to be a little honest with, then it was going to be Molly. “She took me to a dairy queen. It wasn’t bad.” Still, it had just been a random night with a random Ohio girl. He didn’t gush about her in the same way that his sister started talking about Leo. He appreciated her honesty, but he resented how stupid she was being. “You what?” He questioned, directly dropping the next plate into the sink. “You can’t be this dumb... Molly, right?” Ignoring the fact that she had cheated on Warner, he wasn’t going to be the one to judge her for that. “We don’t belong here. This,” he gestured around their grandmother’s house before adding, “is all temporary. Kissing some greasy haired boy that looks like he hasn’t showered since 1892 is not helpful. You’re getting used to this place. You’re throwing away an actual relationship in the city for that guy?”

it was safe to say molly’s head (and heart) were scrambled following the events of valentine’s day. between warner not showing up and still not apologizing & the kiss with leo, molly felt like she was spinning out of control. it was why, come family dinner, she had spent most of the meal quiet, spacing out, and thinking of how she’d get herself out of the mess she’d created. it was evident by the way miles’ eyes had been boring into the side of her head that he was dying to talk with her…. about what? molly wasn’t sure, but as the minutes dragged on and his gaze didn’t waver, a small panic had begun to set in. had miles stepped outside and seen the kiss? had he witnessed her cheating on her boyfriend/his best friend? there had been a small sigh of relief when grandma stepped out of the kitchen and left them alone with the dishes - not because molly was dying to wash them, but because she’d finally figure out the reason behind miles’ sudden intensity. when it was evident that he was very unaware of molly’s actions, she visibly relaxed. “it was fine,” she lied through her teeth before pulling herself up onto the counter next to the sink. “warner didn’t show up, but you already knew that,” obviously. “but, whatever. i was almost too busy that i forgot about it.” when miles began to question her audition, molly nodded in response. “as confident as i’ve ever been. the lima players have no idea what’s coming for them.” she leaned over to grab a towel before resettling her gaze on brother. “what about you? on all fronts. how was your date? and are you feeling confident? break a leg, brother.”

Whether or not a twin connection was a real thing could have been left up for debate, but in Miles’ mind, it was definitely real. He could tell that something was off with Molly. Their brains were usually completely in sync, but every time he looked over at her, he could tell that something was different. There was something on her mind. And the moment their grandma stepped away, he knew it was time for him to start digging. Hearing her talk about Warner was odd. It wasn’t news to him that things were rocky between the two of them. He was consistently on FaceTime with the guy, and it felt like he was connecting more with his best friend than his sister was. “You forgot about him?” Miles questioned, as he raised an eyebrow at her. He walked over and placed his pile of dishes on the counter as he stood next to her. She said her time at the Valentine’s party had been fine, but that didn’t sit well with him. Miles was an avid liar and performer himself, so he could definitely recognize it in his sister when she wasn’t being forthcoming with the entire truth. “If Ivy St. James gets the lead over you then we’ll sue. I’m sure that troll couldn’t act her way out a paper bag.” Did he hate Ivy? No. Did he think she was an overrated talentless Lima loser? Definitely. And he certainly thought his sister was way more talented. “My date was fine,” he replied, stopping himself from admitting that it was actually fun. He passed a plate over to his sister and shrugged, shaking his head. “I’m always confident. It’s a backwoods performance of Spring Awakening. Who cares?” He mumbled out, adding in another shrug. “You do remember we’re not here to stay right, Molly?” He questioned, waiting for her to finish one plate so that he could hand her the next one. “You seem to be getting a little attached. What was that whole thing about wanting to see some band in a basement?”