( sharp. )

“—What’s Sharknado?”

           ' you know what? i'd ask PERCY about that one. '

            ’ he ate a whole stapler…wow. did               you have to take him to the hospital ? ‘

             ' well - okay, he just stuck the front of it in his                MOUTH and stapled his lip, and- '

            ’ you’re a personal problem. ‘

        ’ you’ll have to settle with weeds & a cardboard box. we save mahogany caskets & magnolias for girls who don’t drop trig textbooks the weight of an average second-grader on charming boys.  ’ 

                                & with that, he’ll wind his arms tight behind her head, successfully smushing her head into his sweatshirt. aforementioned trig textbooks lie forgotten on the ground behind the two of them as luke half-walks, half-waddles his way in a circle with an armful of spitting-with-fury thalia grace. 

                       ' RUDE! plus, who said you're charming? aHEM, sure, just go ahead and excuse the fact that you're literally trying to kill me here. but that's totally charming. i'm so charmed. i'm going to SWOON, i'm soooooooooo charmed-'

           ” well that’s nice to know. i didn’t start listening to              music until about six months ago. “

" woah, wait —- jason used to eat staples ? “

        ’ my, my, thalia.dare i say you’re calling me pretty? i’m flattered. ‘

                   ' of course, luke! you're always sooo pretty. teach me how to apply that pink eyeshadow you wear, would you? '

        ’ ow, ow, ow                  ’ alright, alright, he’ll admit he deserved that. after the initial pain fades to a still-very-painful throbbing, the seams of his lips turn up in a coy smile, and he leans heavily onto dear, dear thalia. ’ how could i ever hope to go on? i guess you’re gonna have to carry me everywhere from now on. ’ he punctuates the sentence by throwing both arms around her and leaning even heavier on her. 

oh god. oh GOD, she is going to DIE. he is heavy. he's really heavy. she's tilting backwards much too fast for her tastes, pressing her hands against his chest-

' oh- no, okay, fuck OFF, your crushing mass is going to kill me. bury me six feet under. i want a mahogany casket with magnolias for the decor, please. i hate you. '

as much as the big grin on his face would like to say that he doesn’t care, the blush blooming over his cheeks says otherwise.

' thanks. i try. ‘

' oh, c'mon, castellan. you don't really need to. '

            ” my friend gave me that tape. it’s not my taste                                       in music, it’s his. “

      ' suuuuure. whatever you say. owl city's sort of 2009, though. '

            ” i can feel the love already. “

            ❛ well this is a pleasant surprise. ❜

                                    ' tip: wait to see if someone has earbuds in or not before you ask a question- what'd you need? '