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He tried not to let the things that people said- or that his mother did effect him. He knew she wanted to do more about it, as well, and he didn’t want her wasting her energy worrying about him. It was why he stayed silent more times than not- he thought a lot, sometimes too much. She was the only person he let his guard down in front of, and she’d never know just how much that helped him. Before her, he had no one. Even his ‘closest’ friends weren’t aware of the depths and darkness that his mind could go. She might not know all of it- but she’d seen plenty more than anyone else, and she’d never looked at him the way strangers had.

He never looked at her like a burden, or like she was taking up more of his energy than he could afford, because the fact of the matter was that she wasn’t. Before her, he spent so much of his time alone- or off with his friends divulging in illicit activities that had landed him in holding cells more times than his mother would ever admit. His attention snapped to her when he heard the lie in her voice. He didn’t look away from her as she spoke, even though she was doing her best to void making eye contact. He could hear that she was about to break- that something else, if not just left over emotion from earlier, was bothering her. “Hey-” He broke his silence as he leaned towards her slightly, his forearm resting on the steering wheel. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.” He reminded her, his tone taking on that familiar sterness it did when he had to remind her that he wasn’t taking care of her out of some ‘obligation’ to do so.

“I’m going to get in fights with people either way.” He pointed out. “I’m a psycho killer, remember?” He stated, the humor behind his joke gone. He swallowed when she finally looked at him, and he saw the look in her eyes. “Who else bothered you?” He questioned her, his brows raising. He wasn’t going to let her push her problems down just because she thought he had too muh to deal with. He also wasn’t going to make any promises he couldn’t keep. The truth was, he had been prone to fighting before all of this- before their lives were turned upside down. That wasn’t going to stop even if hedid start letting people’s shitty actions slide when it came to her- something he wasn’t even considering.

Annabelle met Billy’s eyes. “Most of the schools are St Thomas. The California campus but I also applied to their campus in Seattle, New York, and Florida. A few other schools in California as well but… St Thomas is… The goal.” Annabelle smiled softly as she sat up- her hand parting from massaging his scalp. “I sent out the letters already. Just waiting to hear back from them.” Something inside her pulled at her words; she almost wished she had told him before doing it. Annabelle never planned on abandoning him, far from it- she would want him to go with her wherever she went. As unrealistic as it might be.

His eyes remained closed as her fingertips grazed his scalp, little waves through his skin. It was a rare sight for his eyes to be shut when she was around, but in moments like this, where they were alone- especially when she’d play with his hair- his mind quieted, and he relished the sensation. A warm, and quiet laugh leaves his lips as she laughs, too.

His eyes opened slowly as she spoke, his attention back to her. He listened to her,and he swallowed as she mentioned out of state schools. He inhaled a little as he laid back, his own eyes viewing the ceiling. That was one way to get away. He looked back at her a moment later, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He hadn’t even been considering schools. He hated school- but if that was what she wanted to do, he was never going to stop her. “Which location would you rather move to?” He asked her curiously. The long term end goal was to get the hell away from their parents, after all. 

A day filled with the almost regular annoyance. Oh boy, this should be fun. Jacob now found himself at a club that raked in it’s fair amount of young drunken lowlifes, and it was nights like these that really made him think about whether or not he was doing what he once believed he enjoyed. ...Was he happy? ....Was it the alcohol making him question his happiness? ....He really didn’t know--- And that was definitely the alcohol at work. If it weren’t for the, what seemed to be a huge announcement due to the music suddenly dimming for the dj’s words, then he’d probably still be caught up with these intoxicated thoughts. However he now had his attention completely locked onto the figure that linked with the voice introducing her. “The baddest female -- The one and only: CL!” He had actually heard of this woman though. Finally, someone he actually knew about --- And could class himself a fan of. The male let hands clap along with the crowd that suddenly became an audience. What’s the occasion though? No, he wasn’t going to second guess this event, instead he’d enjoy this. He hadn’t noticed, but the corners of his lips remained slightly tugged at in a small grin, the woman’s performance only capturing him further as it progressed.  “Wow --- She’s really fuckin’ amazing.”

DRUNK MEME — ACCEPTING — @JVNGGXK

He was extremely focused while leaving his guest to do as they pleased, merely caring for getting a late night snack sorted for the two of them, and soon enough, his concentration had practically drowned out his visitor completely. Until however, their exclamation shot through his body. A single jolt awakening him to find the owner of the voice. “C’mon now--- It’s almost three in the morning. ...Stop y e l lowing.”

DRUNK MEME — ACCEPTING — @IBJENNIE

Jacob’s dark chocolate hues continued to watch the other from where he sat, a rather incredulous grin overwhelming his lips, and very few breaths of laughter seeping from them while he now shook his head. “I did--- Seeing you jump around and move this hard just gave me the sudden urge to create a wall before you. ....Y’like it?”

DRUNK MEME — ACCEPTING — @HYEJVNG

“You positive?” He fired back in an instant. A small grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he peered down at the small woman. Before she could answer however, the artist clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, followed by a lengthy breath being drawn in through his teeth. “I dunno about that, can smell it on ya’ from the next room—”

It’s days like today that made Jacob really miss New Zealand. ...Days that were just too damn hot. “Kill me. It’s nearing winter back home, why am I here?” He muttered whilst allowing himself to sprawl out even further along the sofa. Based on his body language alone, you’d think he were in his own home, however--- “Khloe! You tryna burn me alive or what? ...Why ain’t your AC on?!” The male whimpered as if the heat had roasted him down to the age of a teenager, childishly pouting before flicking his gaze around, now pushing himself to sit upright then scanning the room to find the woman. With no luck. “...Khloe? ...Did you die?”