#fakelived

“ Maybe I started the fight but thanks to you I got a fucking knife only left shoulder. But hey, no big deal, right? At LEAST, it matches now with the one I have on the right shoulder “ he huffs quietly and rolls his eyes. The question is, if his mother bothers enough to actually get up at three in the morning across the world and call one of her plenty LAWYER friends. He’s clearly not her favorite child, after all. “ We better come up with a shit good story while we still can, alright? Like … they attacked you, i tried to keep them away BUT I stumbled, shit like that. “

     Ryan was NOT someone to use language like that and if Sharpay would have heard him she would have been shocked. Or well, it might have been overshadowed by the shock over the fact that he was in handcuffs. He hadn’t even DONE anything, had simply tried to save Chris from getting straight up MURDERED.

     Once again the other was not the type of person Ryan would usually hang out with, but they shared a love for DANCE and maybe that was why he gravitated towards the man. “You should really stop collecting scars like that,” Ryan advised, shaking his head. “Excuse me, officer?” He wriggled his handcuffs. “I would like to call my lawyer, he´s going to quickly resolve this and make sure that my friend here and I were simply defending ourselves against what was a vicious attack. I doubt anyone here would want to be brought in contact with a case were the victim, which is clearly me, was handcuffed and accused of a CRIME, when the real problem was this guy over there,” He nodded over to the other police car, “Called me a FAG and discriminated me because of my sexual preference.”

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Sure, the age difference was only five minutes, but Isak still felt competitive about everything with his brother. He still felt like the younger kid and he always felt like he needed to prove himself, to act strong so that he doesn’t look like some pussy . That led him to doing bad things and he always ended up in trouble. Usually he would stay with his friends after something happened, but now they were either busy or out of town. His brother was his only choice.

it was fucking ridiculous really.

she didn’t care. she didn’t. no way, not really.

except, the more she TOLD herself she didn’t care, the more she thought about it and clearly the fact her mother was gone was an issue. she was an addict, and had disappeared before - but never for as long as this. getting in touch with her father was difficult when she barely knew where to start, or who he was. so there she was. just by herself. well, she was 21. people younger than her had been made to deal with worse things. she could COPE.

except she was locked out the house, had no shoes or money on her, and was maybe a little drunk. nah, scratch that. the COLD had sobered her up. she wanted to scream, but that would only draw attention to herself - and only a loserwould do that. she was strong, she’d work around it. she could lockpick if it came to it, but whilst she was a little sober now, her hands were currently shaking. she’d WALK. that’s what she’d do - her barefeet may hurt a little, but she could find a park, sit there a while. something like that. so she walked, until something - no someone caught her eye.

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When Even had first woken up in the hospital, he hadn’t known why he was there but he had eventually put some of the pieces together. He had been doing so well after Christmas but eventually he had been spiraling towards another manic episode. Apparently he had gotten extraordinarily drunk and had a wild night that which left him ending up in the hospital with no memory of that day. They had wanted him to stay in a residential mental hospital to give himself some time and as much as he hated even the idea, his mother convinced him. 

❝ c’mooon , ❞ word rolls off his tongue a little TOO dramatically with a huff of breath , head falling against his own shoulder as dark gaze flickers over to the other male.  ❝ what’s not INTERESTING about all the babes i’ve pointed out for you ?? i’m trying to do you a FAVOR here. you helped me , i help you get laid. ❞ which hadn’t necessarily been the deal when isak aided in getting back at the yakuza guys for his friend , but chris was feeling generous. if isak wasn’t up for hooking up with any of the girls , chris would happily do it himself.  ( making a mental note of all the gorgeous ladies he had tried and failed to sway isak toward. ) 

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Even stared at the text, he had told Isak that they had gone too fast but he couldn’t have been more wrong. He liked him so much, he had broken up with Sonja for him because he wanted to be with him. All he had been able to think about was Isak’s words in the locker room. He had said himself that his life was better off without mentally ill people but was it wrong for him to hope that maybe he could change that? He had seen him in the cafeteria and maybe it was foolish but he never expected that Isak would be that upset about losing him. He had left him a drawing but he needed to do more. He needed to give Isak a chance to decide for himself what he wanted. He deleted the text, rewriting it and sending it before he could second guess himself.

Isak // SMS // (18.48): Can I see you? Now? Isak // SMS //(18.48): I need to talk to you.