in to deep

As Pierson’s fingers began working through her hair and at her scalp, Mia couldn’t help the gentle, content hum that escaped her. Her thumb continued in an absent brushing pattern against the boy’s knee, if only to give him something in return. She liked spending time with Pierson a lot, she had learned that quickly, but if their spending time together started turning into things like this, too? Soft touches, head rubs, lap laying, and so on? Well, she thought she could probably could used to that. Hearing him speak, her attention shifted from the TV a little, having not really thought there was going to be too much said back to her thanks. Another sensation that had become increasingly familiar in her time with Pierson was the way that he said certain things or looked at her in certain ways and Mia could feel butterflies in her stomach. This was one of those times. Turning her face in against the top of his thigh, she smushed her nose there a little, a faint blush flooding her cheeks. Turning, she rolled onto her back with her head in his lap now instead of on her side like before, looking up at him while she spoke. “People always kind of hang out with me for a reason. Because they want something, you know?” She started. “Girls it’s parties and glam and public attention and money. Boys, well… I think you kind of have an idea of what boys generally might want.” A brow kinked upward gently for a brief moment, as if subtly challenging him to say that he didn’t know what she was talking about. “I’ve got a bad history with the boy part in particular.” She added as her face softened and she let out a drawn out sigh through her nose. “So I guess I have to thank you for actually, y'know, hanging out with me. Because I like hanging out with you.”

This new found thing for them with her head on his leg and his hand up in her hair was something he could definitely get used to, but did he want to let himself is the question. It all just felt so good, it made him feel the opposite of how other girls had made him feel worthless in the past. It was good, but it was also terrifying at the same time. His brow stayed creased downwards while she spoke, listening to her carefully, not at all liking what he was hearing. His head nodded slowly when he challenged him about boys she’d been involved with. He knew plenty of guys like that, taking advantage of girls for all sorts of reasons but none of them being okay. But he hated hearing from Mia in particular. No girl in the world deserved to be treated like that, be taken advantage of, but it stung a little more because of how much he cared for this girl. His hand moved from her hair to shift his knuckles down her cheek gently, eyes flickering over her features. “I like hanging out with you, too.” Pierson smiled down at her softly, the hand at her cheek shifted to push some stray hairs out of her face once more, not moving his gaze from her face as he spoke again. “You deserve better than people using you, Mia.” He figured she knew it, but he just had to say it outloud, because it was the truth. 

Hanging out with Pierson, even in the simple and lazy moments like this, where they were just watching TV together, it was something that Mia had very quickly come to enjoy quite a lot. She had never really been the girl to shy away from some physical affection -an absolute cuddler she was, with just about anyone who would let her. So the fact that somewhere amidst their One Tree Hill binging -bless his heart for enduring it- her head had found it’s way to laying in Pierson’s lap, well. She wasn’t surprised or sorry about it, if she were honest. She was tucking yet another piece of hair back behind her ear when her own fingers were replaced by his doing the job for her. Her eyes flicked up toward him very briefly, a smile curling on the girl’s lips. She didn’t say anything right away, instead letting out a wistful, airy sounding sigh as his fingers began working through her hair. Eyelids fluttering a little bit, Mia smiled still, a fondness in the expression even as her attention seemed focused on the TV again. Her hand that had been lying on the couch cushions in front of her shifted to land on Pierson’s knee where she gave a soft squeeze before simply brushing her thumb back and forth in a continuous, absent motion against the spot. “Thanks for hanging out with me again.” She hummed quietly, voice lazy as the motion of his fingers working against her scalp made her feel all that much more relaxed there. “And for watching this dramatic mess even though I know you don’t care about it.”

Though he wasn’t at all interested in their choice of entertainment on the TV, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to sit with Mia and watch it, or sort of watch it, considering his eyes had mostly been on the girl who’s head rested on his thigh. His hand finding her hair felt natural, honestly, like he’d done it a million times before when he hadn’t. Dulled fingers scratching through her hair over her scalp, he smiled softly seeing the smile form on Mia’s face with his motions. Gaze fitting to her hand on his knee, Pierson sunk back a little further into the couch before his eyes moved to her face again. His brow creased downwards when she spoke, but his immediately response wasn’t to say you’re welcome or even that it wasn’t a problem, instead he paused for another second before speaking. “You thank me for hanging out with you a lot.” Pierson answered her softly, brow still pushed downwards, the tiniest bit of a frown on his face. “Like you think I don’t want to or something.” His face softened now, hand moving through her hair gently. 

There were few people that Sadie knew as well as she knew Pierson, so the fact that she had picked up on something going on between her best friend and a girl wasn’t shocking. It also wasn’t exactly subtle, Pierson with this girl -he’d invited her to fourth of July at Carm’s track, after all, let alone all the time he had been spending with her. The girl’s eyes narrowed at the dismissal of her pointed glance, knowing that there was way more to be brought up here; she wasn’t stupid. “How is it you and Phoenix both just like, have this issue?” Sadie asked with a soft snicker, slow shake of her head paired with the mostly rhetorical question. “You guys have been spending a lot of fucking time together, I already knew it was something, I was just waiting for you to actually say so.” She noted. Slumping in the plastic patio chair she was sat in, she bounced her knees, folding her arms over her chest. “Have you thought of, I don’t know,” She paused, whipping her head pointedly in Pierson’s direction, “Asking her?” A brow quirked upward at him in further addition to her question. “You obviously like her. You light up like a fucking Christmas tree when your phone goes off and it’s her.”

Though Pierson wasn’t incapable of talking about his feelings, it wasn’t something he did all that often mostly because relationships were definitely few and far between, and technically whatever was going on between him and Mia wasn’t even a relationship. Squinting at Sadie when she spoke, his eyes rolled after the fact. “It’s not even that similar.” He brushed her off, slumping back into the patio chair taking a long drag of his cigarette. “I like being around her, it’s easy and she doesn’t—” Pierson sighed, shaking his head a little. “She doesn’t look at me like some other girls have, like I’m not worth their time or like I’m not good enough for them because of my life when they don’t even know me.” His voice got a little bit softer when he spoke those words, cause he hated to admit that those things had bothered him before. “It’s different with her, and I don’t wanna fuck it up by saying something, so no I haven’t, drama queen.” He murmured finally after pulling himself out of his thoughts. “I do like her, I just don’t know if it matters, even if it is different.” 

Sitting out on the back patio with Sadie, it didn’t take Pierson long to bring up the girl he’d been spending so much time with. It’d been a casual mention, talking about how they’d gone to a fast food dinner the night before but the brief mention was enough for his best friend to eye him for a second. “What?” He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette but he already knew he wasn’t going to be able to play dumb here. “Don’t look at me like that.” Pierson’s hand waved her off, bringing his bottle of water to his lips now to take a long let’s-change-the-subject-sip. He could still feel Sadie’s eyes on him though, they both knew she wouldn’t give up that easily. Breathing out a sigh, his shoulder shrugged up. “We’re just hanging out.” He gave her finally, glancing in her direction to see the subtle look of disbelief on her face. “It’s—“ He’d been about to say ‘nothing’, but it wasn’t actually nothing, was it? Another soft sigh pushed from between his lips, lulling his head to look at the sky against the back of the chair. “It is something, I just don’t know what..”

@washingtonsade

Pierson was finding it harder and harder to focus on the TV show they were currently watching, or sort of watching. Mia had laid down oh so casually to rest her head on his thigh, and all he could do was look down at her. He’d been looking at her more than he’d been looking at the TV, he’d completely missed the premise of the episode and any thoughts of falling back into it were completely gone, it was too late now, he’d have to figure out what happened on his own, but he was fine with that. His fingers curled at the couch cushion where his arm was out stretched to give his hand something to do to keep himself from touching her, but as Mia lifted her hand to push her hair out of her face for the third time, he finally gave in. The hand that had been tormenting the cushions moved to swipe the strays from her eyes before it settled in her dark locks, fingers scratching slowly along her scalp, eyeing her face to look for any discomfort or disinterest in what he was doing, only finding none. His hand kept a slow pace as he scratched along, working his fingers into her hair gently but still not bothering to watch the TV, he was too enthralled in Mia again. 

@agoldenmia

Hugs for Pierson were saved for a few specific people, he didn’t go around hugging everyone and their mother, he surely didn’t hug people he just met. No, hugs were something shared with people he cared about, but even still he didn’t do it all that often. Physical affection isn’t his first instinct, but when he can tell someone he cares about is in need of a good hug? That’s not a moment he’s willing to miss. He could tell just walking up to Carmen that she wasn’t having the best day, it surely didn’t take a second look to notice the crease in between her brows and the downward tilt of her lips in a frown. He’d known Carmen a good chunk of his life, and she was like a sister to him at this point, one of the last things he wanted to see walking over to her was an upset expression on her face. He barely made it all the way over to her before the quiet ‘you alright?’ left him, but he didn’t wait for an answer, automatically just stepping into her space and tugging her into his much larger than hers arms for a hug, hoping that whatever was going on in that head of hers could take a break long enough to relax if even for the few moments he was hugging her. 

leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you !

who steals french fries off the other’s plate

i feel like they have more respect for each other than to steal food tbh 

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

jesus probably tony 

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

HAH tony is gonna have to bust pierson out whenever he gets his hands on sadies broters sO 

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

maybe BOTH OF THEM?? wouldn’t that be just fantastic god 

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

pierson ain’t not cheater and i doubt tony is so neither of them 

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

pierson honestly prefers the bottom bunk, it’s like a dark little cave he can crawl into lmao tony can have the top 

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

tony probably stars them and no one wins bc they’d kill each other 

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush

leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you !

who steals french fries off the other’s plate

wes 100% does and pierson just lets him

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

again, wes, a goober 

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

pierson is more likely to need to go to jail SO 

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

realistically, pierson would feel a lil funny going to wes considering but he would do his best to help wes if he came to him? 

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

WES 

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

wes

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

wes starts them, but theres less winning and more kissing probably 

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush