#doublebcss

             ❛   everyone just keeps   lying   to me ,   &&   i’m sick of it .   ❜   mainly towards her mother , the lies never seemed to stop with her . whoever was calling her over the phone was making her doubt all her friends , even if she was trying her hardest to ignore it .

        there’s an IMBALANCE of belonging & not, it’s like she’s only fitting in by being ASSOCIATED with peter. so there’s a STRUGGLE, trying to put her fingers on something solid for socializing. lips thin a bit unsure of how to APPROACH her, but she does anyways. ❝oh ! i just wanted to tell you that it was a cool performance.  ❞ lara grips onto the RED solo cup before taking a sip, waiting for peter to come back so they can go home. 

“In a fucking winnebago.”

“I don’t think we’ve met yet - Kelly Jones. I’m HEAD GIRL.”

she was beyond excited, the moment mo mentioned a tour, cat was all over it. mainly because she wanted to get out of her house. not that home life was too horrid, but she could only tolerate her brother for so long before she despearatly needed a break. “what places will we visit?” she asks, placing her bright red velvet coloured suitcase in the back of mo’s vehicle. “I’m so excited, do you think we’ll get to go to paris?” her eyes light up as more questions fill her mind. “ohhh what about rome?”

lanky form shifted in his seat as he let himself gnaw on the corner of his thumbnail. bright eyes snapped up, eyebrows scrunching together once he saw the other. “what are you here for?”

the band is going through a rough patch, to say the least. murder being one of the roughest parts. no one in the band has died, but they're all on edge. the next victim could be anyone, anytime. but no one is more on edge than wen. he doesn't leave his friends alone, if he's not there in person it's a text or a call. this is meant to be a break, or at least a moment slightly free of chaos, but he's still on edge. anything that draws attention to them makes him nervous, and mo being on that stage was drawing a lot of attention. he could handle it, or at least he thought he could. and then the blood falls, the body soon falling after it. only a couple of seconds pass before he realizes what's going on, and by the time brooke starts screaming wen is out of his chair and halfway up the steps. the moment he's on stage he jumps the body, avoiding the blood as best he can. the moment he gets to mo his arms are around her and he's trying to stop her from looking, though he himself can't help but look back towards the body himself. “don't look, mo.”

    ❝ i’m fine. don’t worry about that. ❞