* CHOSE HOME.

i’m sure only a handful of people will take it seriously, though. people still think we’re gonna be rescued or whatever by then. ❛  i don’t think it’s bad for people to have hope, you know? we… we all miss people. our parents, hell, maybe even friends of ours who didn’t come here when — when whatever the fuck happened, ❜ she said and sighed, shaking her head in the process. ❛  i hope we’ll be rescued one day. i mean, i miss my dad. i  hope i will be able to see my dad again. i miss him,  ❜ she spoke and she felt her heart break inside of her chest.

          eyebrows  furrow  at  the  blonde’s  words.  her  view  of  things  must  have  been  misinterpreted  by  the  way  she  phrased  it.  camilla  has  hope  –– she  just  doesn’t  have  a  lot  of  hope  in  things  happening  sooner  rather  than  later.    ❛    yeah,  of  course.  i  just…  doubt  it’ll  happen  within  the  next  few  months.  we  have  to  prepare  for  the  worst.    ❜    nobody  needs  lectures  outside  of  the  church  walls.  that’s  why  she  falls  silent  for  just  a  moment.  one  hand  extends  out  to  rest  atop  nora’s  in  an  attempt  to  help  comfort  her.    ❛    you  will.  we’ll  figure  everything  out  eventually.    ❜    she  doesn’t  miss  her  parents  that  much,  but  there’s  still  a  dull  ache  somewhere  deep  in  her  heart.  it’s  something  that  doesn’t  just  go  away.    ❛    then  you’ll  be  able  to  tell  him  all  about  how  you  kicked  new  ham’s  ass  and  took  care  of  yourself.    ❜    a  smile  is  tossed  in,  knee  waving  just  slightly  to  nudge  hers.  

stevie’s eyes soon turned into slits as she heard the other’s words “i will not,” she pointed to herself, “i wasn’t made to life like cavemen.” she hadn’t ever slept in a cave but stevie had her fair share of street and car sleeping to know she hated it, besides she always had a diner, library or a coffee shop to turn to for electricity, warmth and internet and those are things she didn’t want to let go of “there is a reason why we evolved from cavemen it’s just no way to live.” she turned her face at camilla “haven’t we already been in a somewhat purge state? imagine if it really was blown to shits, yikes.”

          humor  finally  pierces  the  welcome  mat.  it  brings  a  smile  to  the  blonde’s  features,  head  turning  to  find  the  ground  as  the  other  went  on  about  the  whole  cavemen  situation.    ❛    no,  it’s  not,  but  at’s  at  least  possible.  i  think  that’s  quite  a  comforting  fact.    ❜    history  repeats  itself.  not  all  of  history  does,  of  course,  but  it  wouldn’t  be  surprising  if  they  had  to  start  from  nowhere  eventually.    ❛    i  guess  we  have,  but  nobody’s  been  killing  anybody.  that’s  the  part  where  it  really  turns  into  a  purge.    ❜

                                      *    CLOSED STARTER for @orbroken​​​  !

                                      THE VACANT HOUSES ON HER EMPTY STREET STILL MAKE HER HEART ACHE  :  she didn’t know most of them  ,  but it’s still a reminder that nothing is normal  ,  not the way it should be .  she sticks close to home  ,  keeps waiting for the front door to open  &  her sister to peek her head through  ;  odelia rosenberg still waits  ,  crossing out the days on the calendar as every twenty-four hours pass the same way as the last  :  alone.  she didn’t know most of them  ,  but she certainly knew of some  :  waved to them as they pulled in their driveways a couple of times  ,  but nowadays the street she calls home is mostly LIFELESS part from a few scavengers .  so forgive her if her curiosity takes hold  ,  but she finds herself wandering the halls of a neighbors home  ,  examining the dust on the photo - frames lining the walls  &  the way they forgot their keys on the kitchen counter .  there’s still dishes left in the sink  ,  an old newspaper on the table flipped open to a half - filled crossword puzzle  :  it’s so hauntingly quiet here  ,  or maybe she’s just too busy stringing along a line of theories that she barely notices the figure appear .  (  which shows with the clash of objects falling from her sudden jolt of surprise .   )

                             ❛  god  ,  you  ━   ❜   scared the crap out of her?  yes  ,  but she doesn’t need to complete the sentence  ,  her posture says enough  :  she’s hunched over  ,  hands on her knees to steady herself  ,  a laugh bubbling in her chest that is partly out of nerves  ,  and partly a shaky exhale of breath that quickly fades into a groan.  a vase  ,  broken into a bazillion pieces at her feet  ,  broken remnants of the people that once resided here .  she bends down  ,  begins picking up the shattered pieces  ,  because she’s no barbarian and these people were bound to come home  ,  eventually .   ❛  guess i’ll just leave an apology note  ,  huh ?  ❜  

           old  mr.  harvey:  a  man  that  sutter  could  trust  with  his  entire  life.  he  was  an  old  family  friend,  a  caretaker  that  babysat  him  every  so  often  when  his  parents  had  to  work.  the  male  found  himself  over  his  place  constantly,  even  just  to  say  hi  for  a  few  minutes.  sutter  would  sit  with  him  and  do  crosswords  every  sunday  with  mr.  harvey.  the  routine  was  like  clockwork  and  it  showcased  his  soft  side  within  the  walls  of  the  older  male’s  home.  that’s  why  sutter  wanders  towards  it  without  a  second  thought.  it’d  been  months  since  he’d  been  there  last,  the  first  time  being  a  situation  where  he  ran  to  see  if  mr.  harvey  had  disappeared  like  everyone  else.  what  makes  him  nervous  is  the  door  being  slightly  ajar.  it  triggers  some  kind  of  protective  instinct,  hands  curling  into  fists  in  his  pockets  as  he  makes  his  way  inside  slowly.  

          what  he  finds  is  surprising:  a  girl  snooping  around  where  she  shouldn’t  be.  whether’s  she’s  a  relative  or  not,  he’s  unsure,  but  it’s  funny  to  see  her  struggle  momentarily.  she’s  harmless,  he’s  sure  of  it.    ❛    sorry.    ❜    sutter  murmurs,  eyebrows  raised  as  he  watches  her  for  just  a  moment  longer.  eyes  will  flicker  towards  the  broken  pieces  on  the  floor,  then  he’s  clearing  his  throat  and  moving  forward  to  retrieve  the  dustpan  from  the  kitchen  closet.  the  layout  of  this  house  is  second  nature  to  him.    ❛    nah,  it’s  okay.  we’ll  just  clean  it  up.  mr.  harvey  won’t  mind  or  notice  whenever  they…  return  or  whatever.    ❜    a  hand  extends  out,  giving  her  the  pan.  

“gotta start somewhere, right?” he says with a shrug. there was a time where they were all in one group, together — struggling along to survive. there was a time where it was all of us get there together, or none of us do at all. course, there was also a time where they were all just fucking kids, worrying about classes and parents and relationships — and nico was going to commit to one girl or another. so maybe they never really had an idea of life, at all. “figure gummy bears are a good place. nice. neutral. everyone likes gummy bears.”

there’s a slight grin on his face, another shrug echoing through his too-tall, too-large frame. “s’fine. think i remember yours?” ask him about in faction three and he’d have a list — names, fears, ages, all the shit he needs to keep people safe. ask him about the others, well. he stops worrying once they fall outside his purview.

nico held out the bag of gummy bears again. “i’m nico.”

          ❛    that’s  a  good  point.    ❜    at  least  he  wasn’t  showing  disrespect  for  no  reason  at  all.  without  any  kind  of  supervision  or  laws,  there  had  been  a  handful  of  people  that  went  buckwild.  camilla  couldn’t  stand  the  thought  of  people  acting  out  for  the  mere  thrill  of  it.  it’d  never  be  something  the  female  came  to  understand.    ❛    everyone  except  the  kid  i  went  to  the  movies  with  in  fourth  grade.  two  whole  bags  of  ‘em  are  not  great  for  your  stomach.    ❜    it’s  an  attempt  at  a  joke,  smile  flashing  momentarily  towards  the  male.  

the shift in the air is enough for gwen to look up finally from the stupid hand soap. she pauses, unsure if she should have said anything or just LEFT it. maybe she should have left it. he’s not turned to her, but she can see the tenseness in his shoulders. she can hear the HURT in his voice. it’s the same voice he always used when he spoke about the atrocity that was his father. a year ago, gwen would have been sliding over to him, arms going to hug him from behind, planting a KISS on his neck and murmuring ‘take a breath, babe.’ but. they couldn’t be further from that. gwen doesn’t know what she’s allowed to do. she hesitates, before taking a few steps closer, and then gently placing her hand over bam’s. she shouldn’t. she SHOULDN’T, because the feel of his skin against hers is like a pure ZAP of electricity. it’s the most she’s felt in MONTHS. but right now, this moment is about more than just bam, and her. “i’ll never forget the time she sent me a corsage, before prom, because she was worried you’d forget.” gwen says, quietly, a brief and sad smile flickering on her lips before it’s gone again. she drops her hand away from his, lets the numbness wash back over her, instead. gwen is taking steps away again, pretending that she’s looking for hand towels now. maybe it’s so she can pretend she DIDN’T just touch his hand. didn’t just graze him, and feel the warmth and familiarity that was her first and ONLY love. she almost forgets entirely that he’s talking about the restaurant. she’s a bit belated in her reply. “oh, that’s amazing. what recipe is it?” gwen asks, politely.

          even  his  mother  had  gentle  hands  when  they  touched  bam’s  shoulders.  they  transferred  warmth  to  his  body  when  the  only  thing  he  could  feel  was  the  biting  cold.  they  were  unlike  the  hands  of  his  father,  which  only  brought  pain  with  every  inch  of  contact.  it’s  been  weeks  since  anyone’s  tried  to  comfort  him,  so  it’s  no  surprise  when  he  flinches  at  the  touch.  it’s  not  gwen’s  fault;  it  never  was.  head  turns  just  slightly  to  meet  her  gaze,  but  his  eyes  only  make  it  as  far  as  her  feet.  it’s  embarrassing,  how  he  couldn’t  even  dare  to  look  at  her  without  feeling  an  immense  amount  of  guilt.  thumb  lifts  to  graze  her  hand  gently,  almost  barely,  and  bam  is  nodding  a  couple  times  at  the  sudden  mention  of  a  happy  memory.  his  mother  was  always  looking  out  for  him.  he  should  have  been  doing  the  same  for  her.    ❛    well,  i  did  forget,  so  it’s  good  she  didn’t.    ❜    it  brings  a  smile  to  his  lips,  but  it’s  something  sad  and  brief.  her  hand  moves  and  it’s  like  a  switch  that  turns  off  in  his  brain.  the  smile  is  faded  completely  and  bam  is  clearing  his  throat  quietly.    ❛    um…  yeah,  it’s  a  breakfast  combo.  specialty  pancakes  with  a  bunch  of  other  stuff  you  can  choose  from.  it’s…  kinda  dumb,  actually.  the  pancakes  are  the  important  part.    ❜

hands are tucked deep into his pockets , hood over his head . he had no plans to intentionally follow her home , but couldn’t help himself . felt so wrong , but felt so right . hadn’t realized that she had noticed , thoughts will ask how long she knew , why she didn’t say anything before . his hoods up over his head , lips pursed as he looks anywhere but at her . hadn’t seen or spoken to her in .. well long enough . despite being apart of the same faction , hadn’t been easy but knew if he did run into her again it wouldn’t have ended well for either of them . he’ll roll his eyes laugh quietly to himself . ❛ you think it’s that easy huh ? ❜ he’ll look directly at her now , standing up a little straighter . ❛ usually you’d be begging me to stay , cami . ❜

          she  takes  only  a  moment  to  let  her  eyes  settle  on  his  stature.  it’s  one  she’s  familiarized  herself  with  many  times  before  ––  tracing  shapes  into  the  bare  skin  of  his  back,  palms  just  barely  scraping  past  each  other  to  let  their  fingers  lock,  legs  entangled  only  briefly  before  they  woke  up.  just  those  memories,  alone,  cause  her  gaze  to  fall  to  the  ground.    ❛    it  was  that  easy  every  time  you  left  in  the  morning.    ❜    she  knows  it’s  different.  cami  knows  it’s  unfair  to  bring  up  their  past,  as  if  everything  was  one - sided.  they  both  had  their  fair  share  of  running  from  each  other.    ❛    usually,  yeah.  i  know.    ❜    it’s  a  confession  that’s  unprecedented.  there’s  no  use  in  lying  now.    ❛    what  do  you  want?    ❜

amari sticks out in the crowd , always has in this particular space . pretty girl with a lot of attitude , isn’t afraid to show off . basically begs everyone in the room for some sort of attention . she’d met bam a while back , always paid more attention to his fights than others . being the only ring girl there , she didn’t have much competition . matter of fact , most people thought she was absolutely out of her mind . but amari was pretty used to being damn near naked for a crowd . she’s got a larger sweater on now , and that’s it . other than her boots . has her bag on her hip and she’s just collecting the tips she made the for the night when she hears his voice coming from the back . tongue glides across her lips as he comes over , eyelashes batting as her head cocks to the side . eyes washing over his face , taking in his appearance . ❛ before i help you with anything , we need to take care of … this . ❜ her finger lifts , pointing to him . ❛ your lip is gonna look like you had some bad fillers if we don’t get it fixed . ❜

          ❛    that’s  what  i  needed  help  with.    ❜    bam  confirms,  eyes  rolling  at  her  quite  detailed  description  of  the  aftermath  that’ll  most  certainly  become  accurate  sooner  or  later.  hand  lifts,  a  brief  showcasing  of  his  knuckles  ( battered  and  bloodied )  as  his  fingers  tremble.  he  can’t  really  do  it  on  his  own  because  of  that.  his  arm  drops  and  it’s  a  gesture  that  causes  his  entire  bodied  to  sway  in  the  slightest.    ❛    can’t  do  much  when  my  good  hand’s  all  broken  up.    ❜    one  would  think  he’d  be  a  bit  smarter  with  winter  approaching.  not  only  were  his  punches  scuffed,  but  he  didn’t  have  lotion.  dry  skin  and  fighting  made  for  a  nasty  battle  within  itself.    ❛    ––  by  the  way,  aren’t  you  cold?  it’s  almost  winter  and  you’re  not  even  wearing  any  fuckin’  pants.    ❜

            &  she’s  voicing  a  concern  that  has  festered  &  grown  inside  of  his  mind  since  he  first  felt  the  autumn  chill  set  in  across  west  ham.  they  had  begun  taking  what  they’d  considered  necessary  precautions  as  soon  as  boone  had  voiced  his  concerns,  but  it  had  not  been  enough  to  alleviate  the  disquietude  that  still  remained  present  in  the  back  of  his  mind.  he  knows  they’re  certainly  better  off  than  the  other  factions,  understands  that  the  resources  they’ve  gathered  throughout  the  last  few  months  will  serve  them  well  during  the  winter  season,  but  no  one  can  ever  be  truly  prepared.     ❛    depends  on  what  steps  montesinos  &  castillo  have  taken  to  make  things  easier  for  you  lot.  maybe  they’re  not  as  useless  as  they  seem ?   ❜ 

          camilla  feels  a  bit  of  a  disconnect  at  the  mention  of  faction  one’s  leaders.  she  knows  boone  isn’t  in  the  same  group,  but  it’s  not  like  cami  wants  them  all  to  be  against  each  other.  she  wouldn’t  want  anyone  to  suffer  and  she  certainly  doesn’t  think  anyone  else  wants  others  to  struggle  without  offering  any  kind  of  help.    ❛    yeah,  that’s  true.    ❜    meetings  are  always  attended.  input  is  always  given.  still,  there  are  no  certainties  and  no  promises  that  everyone  would  follow  through  on  things  when  the  situation  actually  demanded  them  to.    ❛    they’re  good.  i’m  just…  even  if  it’s  not  faction  one  that  struggles,  i  don’t  wanna  have  to  see  anything  happen  to  anyone  else.    ❜

this whole thing caused addy to almost shut down , whoever she was now was almost a worse version of who she was . she can’t even tell herself why her heart started racing when her phone lit up with his name ; gut telling her to ignore the call . but it doesn’t stop her fingers from brushing over the button . hearing his breathing on the other side . hearts pounding in her chest , arms wrapped tightly around herself as she makes her way towards his house . telling herself that it’s not like it was before , but deep in her heart she knew it was . knew if she could read his mind she’d know she wasn’t the first choice . but in her world she knew she never really was . she’s rounding the corner , breathing slowly as it creates a white fog in front of her . goosebumps covering her skin before she’s turning up the side walk ; knuckles gently tapping against the door before she’s seeing his face . expression is sad almost , but she’ll put on a small smile . how long had it been since she’d last seen him ? who cares , it’s honestly the last thing on her mind . she’ll shake her head , voice soft . ❛ it’s , fine . ❜ she’ll pause . ❛ don’t wanna seem pushy but … it’s a little chilly out here . ❜

          ❛    right,  sorry.    ❜    there’s  nothing  about  the  situation  that  bam  doesn’t  feel  bad  about.  before  half  of  their  town  disappeared,  he  couldn’t  give  a  damn  about  how  he  treated  someone  people.  ever  since  breaking  up  with  gwen,  his  feelings  had  been  put  on  hold.  for  a  while,  fighting  was  the  only  escape  ––  the  only  thing  that  made  him  feel  anything  again.  the  male  had  even  tried  the  whole  meaningless  sex  thing  ( which  is  how  he’d  starting  talking  to  addy  in  the  first  place ).  now  that  everything  was  gone  again  and  he  was  still  having  difficulty  grieving,  bam  was  itching  to  try  and  feel  something  again.  anything.    ❛    you  can  come  in.    ❜    it’s  a  mutter,  but  he  steps  aside  and  waits  for  her  to  step  inside  before  shutting  the  door.    ❛    how’ve  you  been,  though?  with  everything  that’s  happened  and  all  the  factions  and  shit.    ❜

               ♡ !    ———    molly  sat  quietly  ,  staring  at  the  small  fire  she  proudly  started  a  few  moments  prior  in  the  fire pit  at  the  park.  “  y’know i was thinking.. ”  the  brunette  begins.  she  pokes  the  fire  with  a  rather  long  stick  &  a  cloud  of  smoke  rises  into  the  air.  “ do you think we’ll still have christmas here? or .. any other holiday? ”  a  question  that  had  been  in  her  mind  since  they  first  found  out  no  one  else  was  around.

           a  sweatshirt  suffices  for  now.  the  colors  of  west  ham’s  high  school  paint  his  sleeves  and  sutter  takes  a  seat  beside  the  brunette  with  his  arms  resting  upon  the  tops  of  his  knees.  her  question  hangs  in  the  air  momentarily,  silenced  pause  blanketing  the  two  as  he  remained  drowning  in  his  own  thoughts.    ❛    dunno.    ❜    it’s  honesty  that  finally  breaks  through  pursed  lips,  head  tilting  just  a  bit  before  the  male  is  shrugging.    ❛    they’ll  probably  try  to  have  thanksgiving  or  something.  why?    ❜

  “ how many times do i have to FUCKING SAY? this isn’t your side of town.” arturo grunts right back, anger pulsating within him, richly. he’s trying to s h o v e the male off him, grabbing at the hands that ball into his shirt. everything is moving both quickly, and slowly. arturo is well versed in fighting, but he’s never REALLY gotten used to it. he’s definitely never fought someone who’s put up much of a fight in RETURN. usually, it’s just arturo whaling on them. 

 the punch to his jaw has arturo BLINDED in pain. but, he welcomes it. loves it. part of him deeply relishes in the fact that he feels SOMETHING, even if its bad. he’s panting, looking back to bam, just before his body hits the back of a car. hard. he curses, loudly. “WALK AWAY.” he calls out the man, not knowing if it’s a warning for himself, or the other male. arturo is straightening back up, barely noticing the car alarm, or the few people around them who have literally STOPPED on the street to watch the show. instead, he’s advancing again, taking steps closer to bam. this time, he ducks down low, punching the male right into the stomach. his fist ACHES from the body contact, but he ignores it. ignores the way his jaw cracks, and aches from the intensity of the punch the male threw at him, just moments before.

          ❛    it’s  not  yours,  either.    ❜    venom  manifests  in  the  form  of  words  spitting  through  the  male’s  teeth.  there’s  another  grunt  once  he  shoves  arturo  away.  there’s  only  few  seconds  left  for  the  two  to  recover,  even  just  a  little  bit.  it  feels  like  his  heart  is  pounding  right  through  his  face,  nose  throbbing  from  the  blow  he  took  earlier  on,  but  bam  doesn’t  do  much  more  about  the  blood  staining  his  upper  lip.

if davina could get cami to explain EVERY plot of every book to her, she probably would. her voice is just NICE to listen to. davina pretends to gasp, as if she didn’t already know the entirety of the plot, “ the BREAD BOY? what a boring title to have. i hope nobody ever refers to me as a BREAD GIRL.” she muses. “a wild goose chase means i’m doing something, and right now- i’m bored out of my mind. i know i should be like, helping my faction, or whatever, but i’ve already done all the chores and stuff. i don’t really know WHAT to do with free time anymore.” she said, honestly. she laughs as camilla does, nodding along, because yeah- davina knows she’s EXTRA GOOFY around the other girl. mainly just to get a smile, or a laugh. davina likes making ANYBODY laugh, but it’s extra special when it’s from her own best friend. “sure, but NOT the cafeteria stuff they’re trying to serve to us. surely SOMEBODY has something more interesting for us to munch on.” the cafeteria food wasn’t bad, but it was BORING and davina HATED boring. “what are your thoughts?”

           ❛    you  have  no  reason  to  be  called  bread  girl,  you  idiot.    ❜    camilla  knows  that  davina’s  aware  of  this,  but  it  never  hurts  to  entertain  a  conversation.  maybe  that’s  what  made  them  connect  so  well:  they  were  so  interested  in  each  other  and  so  invested  in  anything  the  other  says.  there’s  mutual  respect  for  intriguing  dialogue  between  the  two  and  cami  loves  it.  she  ponders  their  different  options,  taking  into  consideration  that  davina  was  clearly  bored  of  routine  and  the  same  things  over  and  over  again.  it  wasn’t  something  directed  at  their  personal  hangouts,  but  it  was  general,  and  that  was  enough  for  the  gears  in  camilla’s  mind  to  begin  turning.  the  lightbulb  above  her  head  flickers:  an  idea!  sitting  up  more,  the  blonde  reaches  out  to  wrap  her  hands  around  davina’s  forearms  with  excitement  piercing  through  her  features  in  the  form  of  a  grin.    ❛    we  could  go  make  our  own  food  down  at  that  diner  we  used  to  go  to  all  the  time.  it’s  on  the  edge  of  town.  i  doubt  anyone’s  been  there  in  weeks.    ❜

“noted.” he says, bowing again, just to be a NUISANCE. he’s falling into step with her. she didn’t DECLINE his invitation, so he’ll take that for what it is. “you don’t look like a cami.” he says, strolling beside her. “maybe a BELINDA. or BETHANY.” he’s heard talk about her before, in random tidbits of conversation, but he’s never actually put a face to the name before. until NOW. 

           she  doesn’t  comment  on  his  follow - up,  mostly  because  she  knows  that’s  probably  what  he  would  have  wanted  from  her.  instead,  a  smile  spreads  across  her  lips  with  a  lifted  brow  at  his  suggestions.    ❛    belinda?    ❜    it  makes  her  laugh,  if  only  for  a  second.    ❛    don’t  you  have  somewhere  to  be?    ❜    her  head  turns  as  her  walking  slows,  not  because  she’s  trying  to  stop,  but  mostly  because  this  is  entertaining  now.  it’s  not  that  annoying.

           𝐋𝐄𝐎'𝐒    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃    𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒,    𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆    the    optimistic    fact    that    was    stated.    “that’s    true    —-”    he    agrees    and    blows    out    a    gentle    sigh.    “it    only    makes    you    wonder    how    long    it’ll    last    until    we’ve    figured    out    what    the    hell    happened.”    leo    doesn’t    mean    to    be    so    negative    about    the    situation,    but    one    cannot    help    but    wonder    if    they    were    really    left    alone    —-    but    he    attempts    to    change    the    topic,    turning    his    attention    toward    the    other.    “how’re    you    doing?    are    you    cold?”

          as  if  people  wanted  to  use  winter  as  an  excuse  to  be  lazy  before,  camilla  can’t  even  fathom  how  many  people  are  going  to  use  it  to  get  out  of  anything  that  might  even  remotely  help  their  case.  the  words  make  her  sad,  trigger  her  head  to  dip  in  the  slightest.  at  his  inquiry,  shoulders  lift  in  a  shrug  before  the  blonde  is  shaking  her  head.    ❛    i’m  fine.  i’m  cold,  but  i’ll  probably  head  inside  soon.  i  think  it’s  supposed  to  rain,  anyway.  how about you?    ❜

            ◟ 𝒙.  her   eyes   roll   ,   but   there’s   a   small   smile   that   creeps   onto   her   lips   at   his   words   .   bam   might   be   one   of   the   most   infuriating   people   she’s   ever   met   ,   but   she   can’t   help   but   enjoy   his   presence   –   a   rare   thing   in   lane’s   life   .   she   doesn’t   enjoy   many   people   at   all   ,   actually   .   she   sends   him   a   face   ,   but   swoops   down   to   pick   up   more   trash   .   ‘   i   think   he   lost   hope   when   we   split   up   instead   of   working   together   .   ’   she   sighs   &   gives   him   a   shrug   .   ‘   but   if   i   don’t   pick   up   ,   who’s   going   to   ?   ’

          there  aren’t  a  lot  of  people  bam  would  be  comfortable  joking  around  with.  lane  is  one  of  the  few  lucky  ones,  if  they  could  even  be  called  that.    ❛    someone  will  eventually.  they  can’t  live  in  filth  forever.    ❜    it  must  be  exhausting,  having  to  take  care  of  everyone  all  the  time.  maybe  that’s  part  of  the  reason  bam  branched  off  on  his  own.  he  doesn’t  have  anyone  relying  on  him  or  waiting  for  him  to  make  the  next  move.    ❛    where  you  gonna  put  all  the  trash?  it’s  not  like  garbage  people  come  every  thursday  anymore.    ❜