#{c:izzy}

"IZZYYYYY!” Maverick yelled at his sister from across the street. He barreled towards her, nearly knocking over a bike rider and getting honked at by a car. “Hey sis. You wanna go grab some lunch?” He then said in a calmer voice. “I got a lot to catch you up on...okay probably not that much, but, y’know,” He took off his bucket hat to reveal his bright blue hair. “For March Madness, obviously.” 

closed starter for: @isabellemaxwellxx​

Careening out of the library in search of Izzy, Darby had a cigarette clutched in her hand like a lifeline, taking quick drags in between stomping through the grounds. She trotted down the stairs, wrapping her furry coat around her shoulders tighter, eyes darting about wildly. It didn’t feel good watching him walk out of the party, knowing that she was probably the reason. She wondered how much he had seen, and the thought made guilt pang in her stomach as her heels clicked down the sidewalk, finally spotting him. “Hey,” she said softly, touching his arm with her hand, attempting to give him a small smile. “You okay? Peeing out here or something? You left kinda quick. Keep in mind, public urination is a criminal offense.” The joke fell flatly, awkward, slurred out with her drunken speech, cheeks growing red from the cold. Part of her had wished when she was kissing Adam that it had been him instead, her feelings for him still stirring in her. But she didn’t know what to do with them, where to place them now since they had broken up. “It’s kinda cold out here. don’t freeze a toe off or anything. @izzythomps​

[txt] Daddy save me. I've fallen and can't get up.

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