#badassnerdchris

“What’re you talking about, Chris?” asked Vivienne, crossing her arms. She had a few skeletons in the closet, but none she really thought were really going to make much of a difference. 

Send “HONK” to give my muse’s butt a squeeze. || accepting

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Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did. || accepting

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[text to: Chris. T. Opher. 😎]07/02/1412:02:06 PMhave they found them yet?

Something aside from irritation niggles at the back of her mind – worried that the Washington twins won’t be found. She thumbs at her nose, staring at the screen, thumb hovering over the send button. Lukas asks her if she’s alright, and she nods. She deletes the message, backspaces every character and repockets her phone.

[text to: Chris. T. Opher. 😎]02/02/1407:30:45 PMi’ve got a question: why the hell are you going back up there? i wouldn’t.

She doesn’t feel hungry with Chris gone again; she pushes her dinner to the side, even as her mother fusses. Her focus is intent on the phone’s screen, watching the sending message symbol circle – then it stops; message failed.

“God, fucking–”

“Language, Carrie!”

[text to: Chris. T. Opher. 😎]23/02/1508:48:24 PMi heard something about josh being found? is that true?

Carol-Anne clears her throat, tapping under her chin with two fingers, leg jiggling. Is this something she should ask by phone? Probably not. Especially not while he’s out, at Ashley’s. He might not’ve even heard about the news, so it’d send him into even more confusion than he is already.

She deletes it.

[text to: Chris. T. Opher. 😎]15/06/1709:34:04 PMpick me up now

She’s still heaving breaths, shivering now with the cold of the night, shaking with fury. Lukas’ words, kind as they tried to be at first, gentle and caring, still ring in her head.

I’m just saying, maybe you’ve got a brain-thing, and I’ve done some reading–

I’m not like you.

Then they started screaming at each other, and Carol shot out of the house with the final word. Always, always have the final word.

She deletes the message; she’s not in the mood to talk to anyone anymore.

[text to: Chris. T. Opher. 😎]03/05/2010:06:04 PMsometimes i just want to slam my head against a wall? lmao.

It’d be better than having the constant screech for attention – look at me, look at me, look at me, i’m amazing, why aren’t you paying attention, nothing and no-one in the world like me – but it’s probably not what Chris wants to hear. Not late at night.

(Wonders if anyone else (Josh)(Lukas) felt the same way.)

(NO-ONE ELSE IS LIKE ME.)

She deletes the message.

[text to: Chris. T. Opher. 😎]08/07/202108:15:34 AMplease pick me up chris i don’t wanna be here anymore i’m alone i wanna go home please please i’m scared

Her legs are shaking, threatening to give out under her as she walks on the side of the road. It’s stupid and dangerous and she’s alone now, but God – it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Not when–

She veers away, stomach lurching; dry-heaves in the bushes.

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Why can’t I just date all of them?

Mmmmm -- Sam. Jess. ... Ash. Em.

Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did. || accepting

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[text to: christo-l 👓 || FAILED TO SEND] - 10/01/10, 08:32:06 AM - no, i’m keeping the nokia. :P

[text to: christo-l 👓 || FAILED TO SEND] - 14/03/11, 06:07:08 PM - yoooo do you have a crush on ashley? 8D

[text to: christo-l 👓 || FAILED TO SEND] - 23/07/12, 08:01:25 PM - ok im probably not gonnna be able to reach u bc me and the family are w/o wifi here D: sorry i can’t talk dude asdfg

[text to: christo-l 👓 || FAILED TO SEND] - 30/05/13, 07:40:04 AM - 👀

[text to: christo-l 👓 || FAILED TO SEND] - 05/02/14, 03:04:17 AM - they’re not home and it feels weird and idk if they’re just missing or they’re dead or worse oh god i hate thinking about it and i dont’ know if i should go up there and look or if it’ll even do anything i just want them back home