* 𝔻𝔸𝕐 / dreams !

Never-ending? You do realise it’s just a few shows, right?

Between rehearsals and everything, it feels never-ending. Maybe I’m just stuck in my own Heathers hell at this point.

you wanna know what i think? i’ll tell ya what i think, i think you deep down secretly love the musical part of this school and couldn’t deny yourself this fun any longer. that or you were offered extra credit from someone. at least you’re not stuck in mamma mia or something, after so long of listening to abba i start to see things.

Crack! This is what this is. You’re a crackwhore, aren’t you? This is why you’re so hung up on this whole “Mira wants to join Glee Club, Mira wants to frolic in the school musical” give it up blondie, you and no one else is going to get more hooked up on your singing club. Move on. And yes, it’s keeping me out of trouble with my probation officer and my parents, so that’s pretty fuckin’ awesome. See things? What kind of shit are you seeing by listening to 70′s disco pop?

this was it, this was the big night jaxon had been working towards for months now. he thought by the time opening night would be here, he would be confident in himself and just be able to enjoy the experience, yet here he was, sitting in a corner hidden behind a rack of clothing as he tried to hide from the world. he had never done anything like this and honestly, he was a nervous wreck as he listened to everyone run around backstage in preparation from the show. he knew he had done just fine in dress rehearsals, had felt confident even, but as he strolled through the doors that day he felt it all crash around him. but he knew he couldn’t sit there forever. with his head in his hands he began muttering to himself he’d stay for five more minutes and then he’d have to suck it up, but the sudden movement of the clothing rack hiding him caused the boy to jump, swearing as he snapped his head up. “holy shit, can’t a guy hide form the world in peace any more?” he sighed, looking up to the person that had discovered his not so secret hiding place. “welcome to my office, what can i do for you?”

It was just barely thirty minutes before the show was about to start and it seemed like everyone but Mira was running frantically. She wasn’t nervous, she was just there to sing in the background and dance just because she was asked to fill a spot and with her running record she needed to get in something to make herself look good so she did it. However, with just minutes to go, she was searching for a piece for her costume, jumping in sync when she found Jaxon sitting behind the clothing rack. “Holy shit dude, find a better hiding place than a fuckin’ clothing rack. Tried to give me a heart attack or something.” She noticed the piece of her costume that she needed and grabbed it. “Well, Mr. Harmon, you are aware that in about t-minus 30 minutes you’re going to have to go play a homicidal maniac, aren’t you?”

That’s kinda sweet, though. My dad completely forgot regionals were a thing so I know if I were in the musical he’d find a way to miss that too. Maybe just find a way to make it fun? Slip some ad-libs in or something.

Yeah, my parents are kind of supportive of whatever I do and I think they are honestly happy to just see me getting involved in something other than yearbook and dance. Your dad sounds kinda shitty though, sorry ‘bout that. You can totally have mine, they’ve basically tried adopting Brooks on many occasions so I’m sure they’d love you. I might do that, and I’m playing a stoner so maybe I’ll blaze it before I go on. Really get into character.

Is it really that bad? It’s just a couple of shows and then you can pretend it never even happened right? Or you could be super dramatic and never show up on stage. That’d be pretty crazy.

It’s pretty awful. I thought it’d be fun because my babe Stace is the lead and I’m basically just there to be in the background but now that I’m going to be on stage in front of people and my parents are coming out and shit, I feel like I’m more likely to throw myself off the stage so I don’t have to be in it.

@mirabaizen​

Brooks figured it should feel strange that he felt more at home walking through a trailer park than he did in his own neighborhood; that he felt safer traipsing drunk through the darkness than he did in his own bedroom… but with as much Jameson as he had shot back in the last hour or so, he figured it would only be working against his own buzz to think on it so hard. So, instead he focused on trying to keep himself from stumbling as he made his way toward Mira’s place. The sight of the familiar home bringing him the only ounce of comfort he had felt in… fuckin’ days. And then squashing itself so fuckin’ immediately when he realized Mira would actually have to see him the way he was - bruised and drunker than fuckin’ hell.  He almost considered going to the door, knocking and trying to pretend like he wasn’t wasted off his ass. But with as much fuckin’ fun as it would be to get chewed out by three Baizen’s in one night, Brooks decided to go his best friend’s window instead. Barely a warning knock tapping against the glass before he went to push it open. “Honey, I’m home!” Brooks practically slurred, every limb looking like it might as well be disconnected from his body as he attempted the climb through. “You know, Mirabella, I know I made a promise about not making any jokes about beating my schlong,” The boy just did his best to grin despite the turmoil in his chest; not meeting Mira’s eyes for a second as he tumbled onto her floor. “But I definitely think I deserve a little somethin’-somethin’ after that heroic fuckin’ climb, right? ‘Mm basically fuckin’ Spider-Man over here.” 

Mira wasn’t a procrastinator by any means but she always did her work late at night, the night before it was due. She weirdly worked better that way instead of doing it days before it was due, so as she lounged in an oversized t-shirt in her own room, doing her homework for her English class she wasn’t expecting any visitors during the night. Hearing rustling by her window, she was prepared to fight someone if she had tom, although who would be trying to climb a teenage girl’s window in the middle of the night. 

Mason Brooks, it seemed. Seeing the drunken teenager climb into her room, she had immediately begun rolling her eyes. “What the fuck?” She rhetorically asked, positioning herself on her bed, wondering why the hell Brooks was drunk, bruised, and in her room. “Yeah, yeah, the one story climb can get you a kiss on the cheek. Now what the fuck is up with you?” This time not rhetorical, she took in the pure sight of the guy who looked like an entire mess.

Beatrice let out a small laugh, “yeah would you believe if I said that it used to look cute when I was cute? unfortunately, the cute factor didn’t stick.” she said, looking back down to swiped the drawing into the to be determined folder. 

"Self-insecurity is very 2016, you have to know that you’re hella hot.” Mira said, her brows furrowing in response. “Whatcha drawing over there?” The blue haired girl inquired, her own curiosity peaking.

the junior was busy swiping through her older work and updating her portfolio. passing through the familiar faces of peers and locals always gave her a rush of memories the good, the bad, and the ugly. school was slowly draining her and she couldn’t wait until may when they would be out and free. feeling someone glancing over her shoulder, she paused at the sketch of her neighbor mowing their lawn and looked up, “was I making that face of being in pain, again? I do that when I think too hard.” 

Mira had been stressing herself out over the yearbook spread she had been working on. Being editor-in-chief meant she had to finalize things before sending it to Tina and while reviewing one of the spreads another member had done, making sure there was no issues with the photos or overall layout. Messing with the spread, she couldn’t help but notice the look on the other girl’s face. “The kind of constipated look? Yeah, wasn’t too attractive.”

Elle had arrived to Tosha’s party more than fashionably late, so by the time she entered the room was thumping and guests were humping like there was no tomorrow. She pulled aside the first person she saw with a smile and held up a plate of boiled eggs with tiny devil horns and forked tails stuck in them. “Hey, sorry I’m so late. My mom taught me you should never go to a party empty handed, and Google said deviled eggs is like, the easiest party food. Let me tell you, Google is a liar sometimes. You have no idea how hard it is to get these out of season.”

Mira had gone to Tosha’s party not that she really wanted to, but she wasn’t going to turn down an invitation to get hammered on a Friday night. She had already downed a bottle of her finest: UV Blue. She was definitely a drunken mess, but she was enjoying her time despite seeing everyone attempt to hump each other. Feeling a tug on her, she noticed it was Elle and she squinted her eyes slightly at the blonde. “You brought... eggs? It’s a party Elle, not your mom’s Sunday brunch.” She responded, her words slurring out of her mouth.

Alright kiddos, here’s the deal. Seniors, you need to start thinking about what baby pictures you want included in the yearbook for the collage. I’ve already sent emails to all parents, so they should already be picking things out. You also need to have your senior picture to me before April 15th. This is a hard deadline. If it’s not to me, then it’s not in the yearbook. Remember, it needs to have a black background. We will be voting on class superlatives within the next few weeks so keep an eye out for that, as well. 

If you have any questions, feel free to reach out. If you don’t know where my room is by now…

T, hear me out. As editor-in-chief, I think I get a decent say in things and I know if I don’t bring it up my head will be on a silver platter in your office by Monday morning. I have been advised by a certain blonde that her and her evil gay twin need to be featured more on the Cheerios page. Now, I know we can’t play favorites but maybe we could slide in an extra pic or two so I don’t... die?

Of course I have a fuckin’ Pinterest account. Do you know how awkward Pinterest is to handle whenever you don’t have an account? Stacey is always sending me pins and shit to look at and it just got tedious to keep having to use brain power to figure stuff out. Besides, you can still chug your Everclear to your hearts desire. I’m looking to get in Cheerios pants and fruity drinks is my best line of offense here. 

Pussy whipped. You just do what we all do and like the link so Stacey thinks you saw it, it’s a simple science you need to get down O’Dell. Cheerio pants, still? I thought you’d move on to the art girls by now or the Trouble Tones chicks, but I’ve heard Tosha has razor blades in her vagina so maybe steer away from that. 

…Why would I want to wear something other than red? Are you saying I don’t look good in red, Mimi? Because if you’re saying I don’t look good in red, then you’re saying I don’t look good in, like, anything I own - and that means I’m going to have to do some serious freakin’ rethinking on the state of my stupid closet. Um, total ew? I have more than one uniform, and I do laundry three times a week -  I’m not a freakin’ heathen. 

Fine, I guess I can’t freakin’ fault him for having stupid feelings. But I don’t exactly like the names he calls me either - just for the record. He might not be scared to hit a girl, but I’m not scared to freakin’ kill him either. Best behavior tonight though - totally swear on my pom poms. 

You look hot in red, Stace, like Lilith walking on Earth if you ask me but do you know what else you would look good in? Blue, Yellow, Black. Hey! I was just wonderin’, not like I know your laundry habits. For all I knew, all the Cheerios were complete neanderthals.

At her question, a sigh fell from his lips. Puck let his jaw tighten as he looked at her. “Yeah I am,” he said before looking down. “It doesn’t help that I don’t know what I’m doing. Or what I’m supposed to do. I’ve never had to do this before. At least not as an actual mentor.” He briefly thought about when he had to mentor Jake after he graduated high school. “Uh, Coach is fine. I always called my football coaches Coach.” He looked at Mira, swallowing hard. “What do you want to know about me? Or my time in New Directions?”

"I’ll be honest, I really don’t either. I guess you’re just supposed to throw some wise wisdom on me. Like, “don’t do drugs kid” or “try not to get sent to juvie again” something along those lines, I’d assume.” Mira responded, her shoulders shrugging in response. “Uh, well, I’m not even in Glee so I don’t really care about what you did in your club full of misfits. But I guess I’d be interested in what music you did decide to sing, as long as you didn’t sing anything shitty.” Tapping her foot on the floor, she looked at him as she spoke.

Are you trying to say this uniform doesn’t look like a freakin’ dream on me? Because I love you, Mimi, but I’m going to have to call, like, major bull on that front. Red is so my color, and this skirt is so doing me every favor in the book. Fine, though - live your totes Tim Burton-esque life. I’ll just wait until my birthday and wish extra hard that you’ll show up to my party in something pink.  

Ugh, but whhhy? Does Brooks really need his little broody boy quirks to feel special? Total yawn. Compared to James Dean, Tommy is basically an angel - at least he doesn’t try to put on some Rebel Without A Cause act. But as long as you’re actually going to keep an eye on your pet, I guess I can give him another chance. Just promise me you’re not going to go hopping over on to his side the second he gets that stupid ‘Woe is Me’ look on his face. I can’t freakin’ compete with the whole emo boy thing and it’s so not fair.

Look babe, you know you’re hot, I know you’re hot, the entire fuckin’ population of Lima thinks you’re hot and I know that uniform is doing favors for you but imagine if you got to wear something other than red for once. How do you even keep that uniform clean? Do you clean it every night? Or is everyone just wearing the same dirty uniform every day? Cause that’s kinda gross. Pink? Dear god, the most I’d wear is maybe navy but that’s where I draw the line.

Well, tell him good luck conquesting me. I’m like Russia, I’m impenetrable. (Except not literally. That would suck.) 

I was trying to get off on the right foot, but since you seem uninterested in a reintroduction, I guess we’ll just go back to the bickering. Tell me, are you this jealous of every girl Brooks goes out with, or just the hot ones?