#adclescent

    "five more minutes," trevor mumbled at the sound of the other attempting to wake him up. "come in bed with me. that way neither of us have to get up." he grumbled, refusing to open his eyes.

barachiel: i love flowers

azrael: it hurt :/

         "Oh my god, seriously?"

Macie could always tell if Brandon was mad at her. When it came to everyone else it was just a feeling, brought by constant paranoia. Usually unspoken and forgotten in a matter of seconds. Not being wanted around dragged along horrific sensitivity while it’s presence was neighbouring. Making her feel heavier than she actually was, to the point where she’d start questioning her actions, retracing her steps until she found a reason, a point in the day where she messed it all up. To think that all that self misery was brought by people so minor in comparison to the other boy, would only indicate that knowing he was mad at her made her feel ten times worse. Persistent reminders, a few text messages, all unanswered, and eye contact was little to none whenever they passed each other. The only thing left to do was march over to his cabin and demand an explanation, and that’s exactly what Macie planned on doing. The sun setting and her kids tucked in, she walked straight to Brandons cabin. getting caught being the last thing she thought about. “I know you’re in there, open up.” Rapid knocking, and ounces of courage that were built up throughout the hours she spent in her cabin asking herself why the only person who seemed to really care was now shutting her out.

   "You're a fucking drag." Kimberly snapped, eyeing the other monstrously as her glare pierced through the silence that had settled over the two of them. Where was this even coming from? It was obvious that the boy was a little bored in their relationship, but it takes two to dampen the excitement in a relationship. "Maybe I'll just go let my love be a fucking drag to someone else then." she added, shaking her head slightly before turning on her heels towards the door. "You're a fucking asshole." she inputted once more, fingers twisting the knob of his door as she proceeded to walk outside. "And don't fucking call me until you learn to stop sounding like an immature five year old." Kimberly concluded, slamming the wooden oak behind her before racing off towards her car.

   ”But…” she trailed off, eyes glassy with tears as she shook her head. How could this be humanly possible, the two had done absolutely everything in order to attract the attention of a passing ship. How could they have emerged with no luck whatsoever? “How could they not have seen us?” Kennedy managed, fingers laced with his tightly as all flickers of hope remaining had begun to die out after that incident. They’d used all of the plane's emergency equipment in order to attract the attention of the passing boat, yet even after trying and trying again — they failed with no avail. “We’re gonna die here.” The realization hit her hard, like a ton of bricks being flung directly at her brain at ever increasing speeds. “We can only last so long Lo, the day that we run out of supplies and options is fast approaching and together we’re going to wither away into a pile of bones.” Sure the best option here might have been to keep their spirits up, preparing to rearrange their shelter for the night in case a wind storm hit and maybe make it through another day together. But Kennedy was just sick of it at this point, finding all of their efforts to keep one another alive were just wasted ones really. “Maybe we should just jump off of a cliff and get it over with, it’d be less worrisome and at least then the outcome is confirmed…”

   "No." Sutton stated abruptly, irritation clear as signs of the emotion were scattered upon her face. "If anyone's crazy here, it's you." she spat, shaking her head in disappointment before focusing on the matter at hand. "You blew our cover Julia, how do you even consider that mildly excusable?" the dark haired girl excused, awaiting an answer for a couple of seconds before turning her attention away from the other girl. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go catch this dude before he runs to the fucking cops." she explained, as if the other honestly wasn't aware of such a fact. Their business was far from legal, and therefore extremely risky when it came to concealing their true identities and being discreet while undergoing the process of collecting money from their victims. "Nice going, I knew I never should have worked with a blond."