#cheersnap

"i don't say things i don't mean." THAT'S not true, tommy lies as often as he lights up a smoke. no, officer, i dunno how that got there. oh this, officer? this is an old williams family heirloom. he's about as successful a liar as he is a thief, so about fifty-fifty. he means this, however; tommy shrugs & slips both hands into black leather pockets. "C'MON, what are you worried about? your mother?" tommy lean in, sly smile on his lips. "you'd be surprised how much people like your mom don't know, chrissy."

“sorry. long story short yeah. yeah, same here, you... you make all this shit a whole lot easier to bare. is that much? that feels much--”

               ❝   so   what   are   YOU   doing   for   costume   day?   ❞      it’s   just   idle   conversation   as   the   pair   sit   together   in   the   library.      partnered   for   history,   they   have   to   do   research   and   a   presentation   on   one   GREAT   EVENT   in   american   history.      they   have   a   week   to   complete   it,   so   who   said   they   couldn’t   have   a   little   BREAK   for   some   conversation?      it   was   always   good   to   give   the   brain   a   little   rest   and   reset   from   the   boring   topics.      ❝   you   know,   cause   spirit   week   is   next   week.      not   a   CHEERLEADER,   right?   ❞      she   offers   a   small   smile,   only   because   that   would   be   such   an   OBVIOUS   choice   for   the   cheerleader.

"You're gonna be fine Chrissy I promise," Cherry says as she holds back a laugh. She loved Chrissy but could be a bit dramatic at times. She was not a fan of being late which was fair but the whole world wouldn't end if they were a few minutes late to the party. She just needs to find her lipgloss. She's looking through old purses and jacket pockets but she can't find it. "What if some cute guy is there who wants to make out but my lips are all dry and sad looking. This is life or death, Chris. Did I put my gloss in your bag when we were grabbing lunch, maybe?"

               IT   WAS   AN   AWKWARD   SILENCE   BETWEEN   them,   and   perhaps   that   was   mostly   on   her   part.   Chocolate   hues   found   Chrissy,   lips   twitched   in   want   of   a   smile,   “   You   know,   you   got   a   good   swing.   Knockin’   that   one   guy   out   with   a   flashlight?   ”   a   proud   look   crossed   her   features.   Erica   could   still   the   teen’s   hands   around   her   wrist,   and   the   push   against   her   back.   She’d   live   for   the   most   part.   Besides,   that   wasn’t   where   her   main   concern   was. @cheersnap

@cheersnap​ / oops! all jules starter call.

His blue eyes flitted over every person that came through the doors, hopes rising and then falling as each one wasn't Chrissy. He swallowed roughly. No, Chrissy was fine, he was sure, everything was going to be okay.

ABIGAIL WASN’T SURE how to answer that question. To be fair, she wasn’t sure how to answer MOST questions, especially ones whose answers were supposed to actually MEAN something. So, she just shrugged. “It depends… do you want a more optimistic perspective? Or a more… REALISTIC one?” She knew that was a shitty answer, and she mentally cursed herself for it. Fiddling with the chain around her neck, Abigail sighed softly, looking up at the sky. “I HOPE it all works out…” And I hope I see my dad again.