anastasia

HARRISON HAD SPENT MOST of  the afternoon nestled in a secluded corner of the wordsworth cafe, notes scattered around him &  laptop perched precariously on the edge of the table , proofing his research paper &  studying for an upcoming quiz. hearing the barista call out his name, harry gets up from his seat &  makes his way towards the counter, his gaze trained on the note cards in his hand. the aforementioned cards fly out of his grasp as he crashes into someone , the contents of the drink they had previously held now soaking into his shirt.  ‘  fuck . damn , ’  he mutters under his breath , chestnut hues glancing down to appraise the damage before turning his attention towards the figure standing before him.  ‘  looks like i owe you a cup of coffee ?  ’

❝ TADGE DAVENPORT, sorry sweetie. that brain is emptier than STASSIE LOPEZ’S coke collection ❞ 

“  it’s  back.  the  smell.  “  

“  i  could  never  ever  do  that.  “  

“  you  should  tell  him  how  you  feel.  “  

“  you’ve  been  weighed  in  the  balance  and  found  wanting.  “

“  i  think  we’re  back  home.  “

“  well,  doesn’t  look  like  anyone  was  expecting  us.  “

“  maybe  everyone’s  asleep  ?  “

“  you’re  not  going  to  wait  for  me  ?  “

“  can  i  crash  with  you  tonight  ?  it’s  too  far  back  to  my  place.  “

“  hey,  it’ll  be  alright.  “

“  well  there’s  definitely  a  simple  explanation.  “

“  we  were  brought  back  here  by  mistake.  “

“  we’ll  figure  this  all  out  in  the  morning.  right  now,  we  should  just  go  home.  “

“  my  mom  doesn’t  leave  the  house  unless  you  drag  her  by  her  hair.  “

“  let’s  just  forget  about  it  tonight.  “

“  i’m  not  gonna  go  to  some  party,  alright  ?  you  go.  “

“  why  don’t  you  ever  join  in  ?  “

“  it’s  always  a  lot  less  fun  than  you  think  it’s  gonna  be.  isn’t  it  ?  “

“  i  have  a  confession  to  make.  “

“  you  can’t  just  do  that,  you  know  ?  change  everything.  “

“  we  can  talk  to  each  other,  but..  it’s  like  there’s  nothing  beyond  this  place.  “

“  someone  has  to  find  out  where  everyone  went.  “

“  the  point  is,  there’s  an  explanation  for  everything.  “

“  maybe  we’re  dreaming.  “

“  eventually  we’ll  get  back  to  the  real  world.  “

“  the  world  doesn’t  just  turn  upside  down  without  a  reason.  “

“  clever  is  not  the  same  thing  as  true.  “

“  if  there’s  people  out  there,  we  got  to  find  em’,  right  ?  “

“  we  have  to  figure  out  what  is  happening  to  us.  “

“  you  really,  really  need  to  get  over  that.  “

“  i  called  you  before.  i  just  needed  to  talk  to  someone.  “

“  what  i  did  is  not  the  worst  crime  in  the  world.  “

“  given  everything  can’t  i  get  a  tiny  break  ?  “

“  who  am  i  in  this  story  ?  “

“  am  i  the  one  who  has  to  die  so  everyone  else  lives  ?  “

“  am  i  the  one  who  turns  out  weaker  than  expected  ?  “

“  i  know  i’m  not  the  hero/heroine.  “

“  i’m  telling  you,  the  one  you  are  right  now..  you  don’t  want  to  be  that  one.  “

“  can  you  take  me  home  ?  “

“  i’ll  learn  how  to  take  care  of  you.  “

“  we’re  the  same.  you  have  to  stick  with  your  own.  “

“  i’m  not  feeling  well.  “

“  i’m  serious.  i  can’t  find  my  medicine.  “

“  you  need  to  get  out  there  and  you  need  to  do  something.  “

“  no  one  wants  to  hear  anything  from  me.  “

“  i  don’t  know  where  i’m  going.  there’s  nowhere  to  go.  “

“  what’s  so  special  about  me  ?  “

“  how  long  you  got  ?  “

“  today  feels  like  the  first  time  in  my  whole  life  that  it’s  the  right  time.  “

“  i  want  to  know  why  we’re  here.  “

“  what  if  there  is  no  why  ?  what  if  it  just  is  ?  “

“  you’re  looking  for  answers.  there  are  none.  “

“  i  would  rather  prepare  for  the  worst  before  the  worst  happens.  “

“  i  think  we  have  no  choice  but  to  share.  “

“  i’ve  thought  a  lot  about  dying.  i’ve  almost  gotten  used  to  that,  but  i  don’t  like  to  be  afraid.  “

“  we’re  all  alone.  this  isn’t  our  home.  “

all sentences are taken from episodes 5-8 of netflix’s sex education. feel free to change pronouns, etc as you see fit!

“Okay cool. We’ll just have sex in the back of my car forever.”

“That weird kid who looks like a Victorian Ghost”

“Speak with us. Or your precious fellowship will meet the same fate.”

“I don’t want mutant sperm.”

“What’s up, dickstain?”

“Why did you throw your phone in the bush?”

“Hey, Cock Biter’s here!”

“My skin feels like a carpet.”

“I’m a bitch. I’m a bitch to everyone.”

“I love mind maps.”

“Why are your arms so freakishly long?”

“I’m not a shiny person.”

“I am watching you with my ears.”

“Are you gonna sniff my head again?”

“It’s good to be home, frog face.”

“Disappear again and I’ll stab you in the eye.”

“We live as we dream, alone.”

“Only you could turn the topic of dreams into existential angst.”

“Do I look like I have a Cinderella complex?”

“Ritualized teenaged fun sucks.”

“You got me a flower handcuff but you forgot to invite me.”

“Well you look like an angry aubergine.”

“What is your problem? You can’t tell people we’re orphans!”

“We’re all born alone and we all die alone.”

“You’re not a kangaroo, you’re an asshole.”

“Maybe I am learning from my brave kid.”

“Let’s do this, you cosmic hunk.”

“I called her a goat and she left.”

“You played whale music and you wouldn’t stop talking.”

“Then you had a panic attack and I had to get your mum.”

“This emergency supersedes our argument!”

“So what does this sheer and perilous hill have to do with my vagina?”