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milespearce: sweetie you dated someone who ltrly has a mullet rn. way passed charity work
milespearce: stocked up and ready for you đ

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đđđ: Heidi Anderson & @milespearceâââââ
đđđđ: Sunday, March 21st. Daytime.
đđđđđ: Molly & Heidiâs apartment.
During her time at Crawford, Heidi never had time to hang out with the Pearce twins and truthfully, did she want to? Probably not. She had her Smoochies, the Canaries, and Kaden Fabray. What more could a sane girl want? Besides, she couldnât coerce with the enemies, that was just Canary social suicide, but there was a part of her that regretted not going to the North Hills Mall with Molly or partying with Miles. After all, their parents were friends and while Heidi knew of them, she didnât pursue much of a friendship. Why would she? She knew their fates. Heidi was to go back to California and begin an acting career while the Pearceâs were meant to go back to New York and end up on Broadway. It was the path carved for them, but when Heidi didnât take her desired path, she ended up realizing that she and New Yorkâs Heiress were meant for a friendship. At least, one that would be sustained throughout college.Â
After her spring break spent in California with her dad and Raquel, Heidi was slightly upset to be returning to New York. Cali was where her heart was. Her toes in the sand, sun laying on her pale skin, how everyone was somehow hot, she loved it, but there were no schools that sang to her in California like NYU. Returning the night before, Heidi had already unpacked and felt sufficiently prepared to go back to school on Monday. Hearing the door open, she expected to see Molly but instead was greeted by Miles instead. âDid you ever learn that knocking is polite?â She questioned, tilting her head to the side. âI mean, what if I wasnât decent?â Heidi prosed before taking in the way Miles looked. He didnât look bad or awful by any means but she had spent enough time around to know how Miles looked on a sober day versus a hungover day. âYou kinda look like shit,â a pause. âAnd Molly isnât here. Do you know if Leoâs left yet? Because I personally donât want to deal with watching them be absolute weirdos.â
Ever since engulfing himself back into the socialite scene of New York City, Miles had decided to act as if most of the people heâd interacted with back in Ohio didnât exist. Itâd taken a year and some change, but it was truly as if Miles had never set foot in Lima, Ohio. There were still some minor connections he had been able to hold onto, his friendship with Octavia for one, but there were also a few connections that were bettered by the fact that they were no longer surrounded by the putrid Ohioan air. And Heidi Anderson was a part of that group. Since becoming his sisterâs roommate, and quickly proving to him that she wasnât disgusting, Miles had actually grown pretty fond of her. Not that any of that mattered right now. His head was still pounding from everything that happened the night before.Â
He let out a small groan as he pushed open the front door and was immediately met with Heidiâs voice. âAre you not decent?â He questioned with a smirk, sliding down his sunglasses to look at her. Playfully shaking off his disappointment, he found a spot on the couch and immediately slumped down into it. Partying was always fun, but the next day was always a living hell. âI look like shit? Well, you look kinda hot,â he shrugged, wanting to ignore the part of the conversation that shifted to his sister and her disappointing choice in friends. âIâm not sure if my sisterâs vagrant friend is still around. But how do you know Iâm here to see Molly?â He asked, raising an eyebrow at her, before shaking his head ad scoffing out, âalso, you have absolutely no idea how to entertain a guest. You havenât even offered me a bottle of water yet.â
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Carter couldnât help but to chuckle at the otherâs reaction when he mentioned Lima, shaking his head at him â 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. âYou can try suing me, I doubt that youâll be able to. Iâll get the best lawyers in the city, you know that.â 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. âI donât need your charity, but I appreciate your kindness. Maybe you did learn something when you were away.â 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. âOf course, itâs not a party if Iâm not there. Who do you take me for? Whoâs going to be there?â Carter asked, just out of curiosity â 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 wasnât 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 didnât truly have a soul. He was thankful when the conversation shifted to the party Miles was going to have later on that evening. He didnât want to dwell on the past, especially not his boring traipse into Midwestern life. That was long behind him. âIâve had plenty of parties without you there,â 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. âA few people I graduated with,â 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. âAnd the usual crew,â 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. âNo guys youâre interested in will be there unless youâre trying to slum it with someone I know from Ohio.â
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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 wasnât sure she understood the definition of the word âeasyâ, and after feeling the ease of the liquor sliding down her throat all night, she wasnât 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 couldnât 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 didnât have to rely on the alcohol too long, for a familiar voice rang clear to her ears. âloser,â she greeted, the excitement on her face clear as she noted the bottle and glasses in his hand. âblack,â she responded curtly, raising the shot to her lips, followed by an obvious âduh.â zoe pulled herself up to sit on the counter as she watched miles pour the next round of shots. âyour friends are..â she trailed off, eyeing the crowd closely. âinteresting. and kind of boring, but i suppose that shouldnât surprise me. you are the company you keep, or whatever.â after clinking their shots together, zoe threw it back easily. perhaps too easily. âso whatâs the move for tonight? i know we arenât staying here all night.â
Miles, as hard as he tried, was never going to be the person to worry about what was going on in someone elseâ life. Why would he? He wasnât 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 wasnât going to twist her arm into revealing her problems. Quite the opposite, he was never going to ask. âYou know Iâve met your friends, right?â He teased, sliding her shot glass back over in her direction. âMost of them are idiots. Are you the company you keep?â Bringing the glass back to his lips, he took down another shot and slammed the glass back down on the counter. âSome bar,â he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. He didnât 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. âIâve got a couple party favors if youâre really trying to get fucked up tonight.â

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đđđ: miles pearce & @zoepuckermanâââââ
đđđđ: satuday, march 20, after midnight
đđđđđ: milesâ 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 didnât 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, heâd 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, heâd 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. âHere,â he mumbled out, passing a shot glass over to her. Obviously, she had something going on, but heâd made it clear that he wasnât the type to care about her or anyone elseâ problems. âWhatâs the goal for the night? A little buzzed or are we blacking out?â He asked before bringing the glass to his lips and throwing back the shot. It didnât 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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WHO: Carter July & @milespearceâ
WHEN: March 20th, 2043
WHERE: The Plaza, NYC
Whenever Carter wanted to go out, he knew exactly who to turn to â his best friend Miles Pearce. After the other had spent a year off somewhere in Ohio, Carter knew that what the other needed the most was to get a few drinks and just enjoy the year that he had pretty much missed â and of course, Carter was there to help with that. After quickly texting his friend, the two had planned to go The Plaza to get some drinks and just talk; especially since it seemed like the two hadnât caught up in ages, even though Miles had been back for a while now. As he waited by his friend, standing outside of The Plaza, Carter smiled once he saw the other approach him, before shoving his phone back into his pocket as he looked over at Miles, nodding his head as the other walked towards him.
âWell, well, look who it is⌠If it isnât the famous Ohio star, Miles Pearce.â Carter teased the other, knowing that the other would probably be insulted by it â it was funny to think about Miles being lost in Ohio, especially in some high school that he had never talked about, so of course that Carter had to make jokes about it. âNice of you to show up, I thought you would be too busy doing some charity or something like that. Should we head inside?â Carter asked with a small smirk, as he started walking towards the inside of The Plaza, with Miles following short behind. âWhere were you? What took you so long?â He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Spring Break had been pretty relaxing for Miles, but he was happy to be back in the city. It was always where he felt the most comfortable. And his comfort mattered more than anything else in the world. His face morphed into a frown as he approached Carter, and his friend dared to mention a topic that was off limits. Clearly, heâd forgotten how dramatic Miles could truly be. âMention me living in Ohio again and Iâll sue you for defamation,â he retorted, shaking his head. Ohio never happened. Miles was fully prepared to erase every single bit of proof that heâd ever been forced to live there. âBuying you drinks all night is my charity work.â A laugh left his lips as he nodded toward Carter and they made their way inside. Getting drinks at the Plaza was probably one of his favorite past times. He took a seat at the bar and immediately slid the bartender a bundle of cash, ordering he and his friend a bottle of bourbon. âI was stocking up on supplies for tonight,â he shrugged, his eyes glancing around the room to see if there was anyone else there worth paying attention to. There wasnât. âWill you be joining in on the festivities or what?â
text: zoe + miles
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??
MILES: don't worry about bringing anything. we're fully stocked.
[GREGG SULKIN, CISMALE, HE/HIM] whoâs that? oh itâs [MILES PEARCE]. i hear theyâre [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]. theyâre 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!Â

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Candy thought that it was probably better stop trying to change Miles from the person he was â she was sure that she wasnât the first person to try doing it and if she was being honest, she didnât care that much. In a couple of months, the two would part and Candy wouldnât 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 didnât had any intentions of keeping in touch with Miles. As they talked about NYADA, Candy shrugged her shoulders, as she didnât care that much about Broadway. âYes? Who cares about Broadway either way? Itâs a year away from dying, especially since if Ivy St. James ever gets on stage alongside with her mother to play in âTrolls, the Broadway Musicalâ. No one cares.â Candy said, and she meant what she said â 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 didnât want to get lashed out by all of the musical theater nerds that weirdly ended up at that school. âI donât know, for my singing, for my acting, for whatever. Iâm just going to LA to be famous, itâs not important how I become it.â 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 didnât care â she wasnât backing down from her plan. âDonât worry, Iâll send you a signed copy of my album whenever I get it. You can keep it.â 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. âBroadway is not a year from dying. Thatâs a moronic thing to say. Broadway is timeless,â he insisted as he let out a sigh. The mention of Ivy and her mother wasnât going to help his case at all since they were both talented, yet overhyped Ohioan trash, they werenât going to help keep up the relevancy of Broadway. âThere are some people who think they are meant for the stage, yet, they are not. And they are the cause of Broadwayâs 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.â He wasnât 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. âIf your goal is to run along to LA and become instantly famous... Youâre deranged,â he explained, shaking his head. âEven with a sex tape, you wouldnât become famous. There are girls hotter than you in LA,â he scoffed with a light giggle. âAt least youâll always be rich, right? But honey, you will not be famous. You donât have anything to offer the world. Weâre not interested.â
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To some extent, Candy could understand where Miles was coming from â 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 wouldnât dare to walk alone in those halls and judge everyone. Even if most relationships in high school didnât last, Candy was sure that she would be able to keep some of the friends she had made at McKinley, but she couldnât say the same about Miles. Raising an eyebrow as the other mentioned that he wanted to leave before graduation, she shrugged his shoulders. âNot like your high school career matters that much⌠In a few years Iâm sure that youâll forget that you even went here. I know I probably will⌠Life is much more than high school and itâs not that serious.â She said, hoping that this would at least help Miles see that it didnât 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 otherâs answer, she nodded as he explained that he would end up in New York. âNYADA? I thought that was fictional. Whatever, thatâs good at least, Iâm glad to see that youâre so positive about it.â She said with a small nod of her head, as she thought about her answer. âLos Angeles. Famous, obviously. Itâs not that hard and everyone with a pair of eyes can see that Iâm destined to be famous, so thatâs where Iâll be.â 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 didnât 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. âThatâs wishful thinking.â He was hopeful that one day he would forget about his motherâs 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. âYou thought that one of the top performing arts conservatories in New York City was fictional?â 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 werenât on that list. âFamous?â He echoed, slightly confused. Heâd 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 wasnât certain. âFamous for what?â
tagging: frankie + @crhqstartersâ where: lima bean
Frankie Puckerman had never been the type of person to live her life fully present. Whether it be the existence of headphones blaring music into her ears or an overwhelming high taking over her brain, she liked the world better whenever she was seeing it in a blurry kind of fashion. The day in question had Frankie situated at a table in the Lima Bean, âdoingâ her homework while she waited for her drink to be made. She hardly had the motivation for homework anymore, but she was trying her damnedest. She would never hear the end of it if she ruined her chances of going to NYC with Zoe at the end of the summer. âOh shit,â Frankie called out whenever she saw Benji the Big Bitch holding a drink at the counter. She hadnât heard the name that he had called, but with business being rather slow, she assumed it was hers. âThanks,â she commented before she was taking a large drink of the iced beverage, immediately scrunching her nose. âThis tastes like fuckinâ shit, what did you do?â She nearly demanded before she was glancing at the cup and seeing a name scribbled on it⌠that was absolutely not hers. Glancing to her left, she saw the person in question. âOh, I-I,â she began, immediately yanking the headphones from her ears and letting them dangle to the floor. âSorry? Shit,â she laughed before making a move to hand them the drink. âIt tastes really good. I should⌠drink swap? Want mine or?â This was why her mom was always telling her to pay more attention.Â
The fact that there was only one real place in town to grab coffee had really gotten old. Especially since one of the baristas was a guy that had punched Miles in the face. Deservedly so, but still, Miles wasnât interested in running into that barbarian on a regular. Unfortunately for Miles, the barista working that day was the guy in question. He sighed after placing his order before retreating to the back of the coffee shop, just to hover back there alone. Back in New York, Miles was the life of the party. He could walk into any room and command most of the attention there. But every second he continued to stay here, the more he started to truly forget who he was. Hearing his name called, he made his way up to the counter, the look of confusion growing on his face as he watched someone else grab his drink and take a sip. âHe probably spit in it,â Miles deadpanned. He grabbed the cup from her and shook his head. Maybe the giant moron hadnât actually tampered with his drink, but he had learned pretty quickly that coffee from the Lima Bean usually tasted like toilet water anyway. âDonât worry about it,â he mumbled out, before reaching over to chuck the cup directly into the trash. âIâll skip out on the dirt water today. Thanks anyway, Brody,â he groaned gesturing over at Benji, before turning his attention back to Frankie. âYou working on that calculus homework?â He questioned, as he nodded toward her table.
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Candy wasnât sure why she had started talking to Miles in the first place â after all, he wasnât necessarily the nicest person she knew and he definitely wasnât 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. âSo, youâre just going to disappear back to New York before graduation? That sounds like fun, I think.â Candy said, a little confused at that whole logic â 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 wasnât her color, Candy thought about punching Miles right in the face â it was the first thought that came to her head, but she was able to stop herself from doing that. She didnât 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. âYouâre out of your mind, I look amazing in pink! You donât know what youâre talking about.â She said, as she leaned against the lockers and shook her head. âWell, sky blue is pretty⌠But I think people would just get confused and think that Iâm one of those girls from Crawford. So, not going to happen. Thanks, I guess.â She said, raising an eyebrow. âWhatâs your big plan after graduation?â She asked.
Miles was always taken aback whenever someone started a conversation with him. He wasnât 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 didnât 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 couldnât buy her a brain cell or a personality that didnât make him want to gauge his eyes out. âThat is the plan. I donât want to end my high school career as a titan,â 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 wasnât taking his advice. Advice that was definitely correct. Miles Pearce wasnât wrong, especially when it came to upgrading the lunacies of someone elseâs physical appearance. âWhatever helps you sleep at night,â he offered up, shaking his head. âIâll be back in New York City. Preferably at NYADA. Itâs not a big plan or some idea. Itâs a guarantee. That is where Iâll be.â 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. âAnd you? Where will you be a year from now?â
đđđ: Candy Motta & @crhqstartersâââ
đđđđ: Monday, March 1st
đđđđđ: WMHS
Graduation was only two months away â and Candy couldnât wait to get out of high school once and for all. There was nothing left for her in Lima besides for her mom, so she wanted to go to LA where she knew that she was going to be famous and live her best life there. But first, she needed to survive the next two months â as she was walking down the halls of McKinley High and after seeing some loser crash into another one in their skateboard, Candy leaned against the lockers next to a familiar face. Looking over at the person that was standing by their locker, Candy let out a small sigh. âDo you ever get tired of this school? Because I know I canât wait for graduation, so I can just leave this place. Donât you feel that way?â Candy asked to the person, raising an eyebrow at them â it wasnât usual for Candy to just start talking to someone like that, but there she was, watching the people walk past the halls and talking to each other. âDo you think that Iâll be able to wear a pink gown for graduation? Because Iâve seen that red gown and I know itâs the ugliest thing Iâve ever seen. Pink is just my color and Remington should just know that.â She said with a small smile, before reaching for her phone that was on her bag as she started mindlessly scrolling on Instagram.
The longer he stayed in Lima, the more it became apparent that Miles did not belong here. Every single thing about the town made him angry. He wasnât like Molly, and he probably would never be like her. She could cuddle up to whomever she wanted and become all buddy-buddy, but he was going to stay miserable until the day he was finally back in New York City. âI hope Iâm not still here for graduation,â he deadpanned in response to Candy. He shuffled around a few more things in his locker in search of his calculus book. Candyâs words obviously spoke to him. He was definitely tired of this school, and of this town, and every idiot that he had to speak to. Herself included, but he was going to lay off the insults for the time being. âPink is definitely not your color,â Miles replied as he peered over his locker door to look her over. âYouâre too pale. Youâll look like one of those disgusting Easter candies. A peep.â It was his normal brand. Helpful advice that she didnât ask for, but it was just his normal charity work. It wasnât his fault she didnât look good in pink, but he was going to make it a point to let her know. âYou should go with sky blue,â he shrugged before finally shutting his locker door. âYouâre welcome for the honesty.â

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molly was self-aware enough to know and understand that her and her brother (but, mostly miles) were not everyoneâs cup of tea. as wonderful and amazing as molly thought they were, she knew that wasnât everyoneâs 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. âyeah,â she signed. âi mean, i was obviously disappointed that he couldnât muster up the strength to spend a night in ohio,â the sarcasm in her tone was clear as day, âbut i ended up having a lot of fun with candy and ruby,â she said, alluding to their performance. âhorrible taste in music, but decent company.â a small smirk occupied mollyâs lips as milesâ dramatic side reared itâs ugly head. âif you think iâm worried about her, you must not know me at all,â okay, maybe the self-absorbed trait ran throughout the entire family. âare you worried about not getting moritz?â a stupid question considering she knew miles answer would be a resounding no. âare you going to see her again?â molly didnât need nor want to know the details about milesâ date with nico, but his answer to the question would be telling. âi know that,â molly responded sharply as she placed the dish to the side and grabbed the next one out of milesâ hands. âbut if we are going to be here for,â she glanced towards the stairs before returning to look at her brother. âthe unforeseeable future, why not at least try to make friends?â molly had always been the softer one of the twins, and it showed in situations such as these. âi wan to see leo play,â she said honestly and simply. âheâs seen me sing on more than one occasion, so i think itâs only fair that i return the favor.â what she wasnât 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, mollyâs mouth opened against her best judgment. âwe kissed on valentineâs day.â
Miles could not pretend to know the inner-workings of Molly and Warnerâs 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 didnât understand it and from what Molly was saying, he wasnât trying to. âI can talk to him if you want,â he suggested, glancing over at her. âItâs about time he came down here.â It was safe to say that Miles was starved for actual attention from someone he respected. He couldnât 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 didnât consider anyone in this town competition. Good. Being here hadnât changed her too much. âWorried? About losing out to whom? Joey? He canât tie his own shoes.â Truth was, Miles didnât have anything bad to say about his evening with Nico. She was weird. Probably one of the strangest people heâd ever spent time with, but heâd had fun. And he would, without a doubt, take the chance to enjoy her company again. âWeâll see,â 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. âShe took me to a dairy queen. It wasnât bad.â Still, it had just been a random night with a random Ohio girl. He didnât 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. âYou what?â He questioned, directly dropping the next plate into the sink. âYou canât be this dumb... Molly, right?â Ignoring the fact that she had cheated on Warner, he wasnât going to be the one to judge her for that. âWe donât belong here. This,â he gestured around their grandmotherâs house before adding, âis all temporary. Kissing some greasy haired boy that looks like he hasnât showered since 1892 is not helpful. Youâre getting used to this place. Youâre throwing away an actual relationship in the city for that guy?â
mollypearceâ:
it was safe to say mollyâs head (and heart) were scrambled following the events of valentineâs 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 sheâd get herself out of the mess sheâd created. it was evident by the way milesâ eyes had been boring into the side of her head that he was dying to talk with herâŚ. about what? molly wasnât sure, but as the minutes dragged on and his gaze didnât 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 sheâd finally figure out the reason behind milesâ sudden intensity. when it was evident that he was very unaware of mollyâs actions, she visibly relaxed. âit was fine,â she lied through her teeth before pulling herself up onto the counter next to the sink. âwarner didnât show up, but you already knew that,â obviously. âbut, whatever. i was almost too busy that i forgot about it.â when miles began to question her audition, molly nodded in response. âas confident as iâve ever been. the lima players have no idea whatâs coming for them.â she leaned over to grab a towel before resettling her gaze on brother. âwhat about you? on all fronts. how was your date? and are you feeling confident? break a leg, brother.â
Whether or not a twin connection was a real thing could have been left up for debate, but in Milesâ 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 wasnât 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. âYou forgot about him?â 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 Valentineâs party had been fine, but that didnât sit well with him. Miles was an avid liar and performer himself, so he could definitely recognize it in his sister when she wasnât being forthcoming with the entire truth. âIf Ivy St. James gets the lead over you then weâll sue. Iâm sure that troll couldnât act her way out a paper bag.â 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. âMy date was fine,â he replied, stopping himself from admitting that it was actually fun. He passed a plate over to his sister and shrugged, shaking his head. âIâm always confident. Itâs a backwoods performance of Spring Awakening. Who cares?â He mumbled out, adding in another shrug. âYou do remember weâre not here to stay right, Molly?â He questioned, waiting for her to finish one plate so that he could hand her the next one. âYou seem to be getting a little attached. What was that whole thing about wanting to see some band in a basement?â