rome doesn’t look up properly at first, like eddie appearing out of nowhere is just part of the place that you have to accept to be there. like the bar itself has learned his habits and started feeding him people out of boredom. he lets the silence stretch a second too long, deciding whether to commit to being normal or not, but immediately gives up. ' fuck off. i’ll have another and it’s on him. ' an accusatory head point at eddie.

the week before summer is the worst. nobody's particularly bothered by the monotonous drawls of the teachers, classmates are rowdier, the rooms are stuffier, the days seem longer && eddie, he's surprised he even showed up today. students murmur to each other throughout the room, a unison of tapping feet from the desk in front of him && he can see he's not the only one doodling across the page. there's nobody to bother him anyways, with an empty seat next to him. usually reserved for jeff; whose absent, sick with a flu but eddie knows that's a load of shit. he watched his friend throw back at least four vodka shots the night before. sick, yeah right. vodka fever. but the spot isn't reserved for silence for much longer, a shadow covers the page his attention is focused on && a voice speaks, requesting the spot. eddie assumes she's talking to someone else. nobody ever WANTS to sit next to him, lest it tatter their reputation or set them up for a weeks worth of jeering. that's always suited him just fine. eyebrows lift in curiousity as he meets her gaze, standing before him with her books in hand awaiting an answer. others have already caught the sight, glancing at the two, back to their friends && whispering. as if there's nothing better to talk about. eddie glances around too, awaiting prying eyes of a group of girls giggling that it's all a set up. not that he really cares, but there's nothing of the sort. just dottie kline standing there alone, STILL WAITING on a response. " uh, that depends. " a slight grin twitches across his lips, " if you value your sanity, i'd maybe choose the floor. " purposely annoying the teacher or beats tapped on the table can be irritating to sit next to, but he means the potential social fallout of such a decision. god forbid someone in class has to sit next to him!! one arm drapes across the back of his own seat, the other hand gestures toward the empty spot welcoming dottie to sit if she dares.

It's so close to the end of the school year that everyone can practically taste it, and summer tastes good. Freedom from boring classrooms, the inevitable end of year parties -- then the summer parties by the pool and lasting all night when there's no school to have to get to -- and the impending opening of the new mall. It's shaping up to be a great summer, once this last week of school finally ends. The last week always feels unnecessarily long. Maybe that's why Dottie had been busier chatting with her friends in the hall about summer plans than getting to class early enough to get a good seat.

By this point in the year, everyone practically has assigned seats, anyway: everyone has habitually gravitated to where they want to sit, and usually the sanctity of the unwritten seating chart is respected. Apparently not this week, though, and probably because with so little time left in the school year, no one cares about keeping order in the classrooms. That's the logic Dottie's going with when her usual spot is already taken, and the only available seat left is next to Eddie Munson. (Not counting the broken squeaky desk at the back of the room that no one likes, and not counting the desk right in front of the teacher's desk where you'll inevitably get called on all class. She's not sitting in those spots.) So asking Eddie if she can sit next to him is the only option.

@freakarus said: “that was really cute. do it again.”

she  rubbed  her  eyes,  cursing  the  fact  that  eddie  lived  a  few  feet  from  her  parent's  trailer.  a  yawn  as  she  looked  down  at  the  shirt,  pulling  on  it  and  looking  at  it  with  one  eye  closed.  "  is  it  ?  "  judith  shrugged,  stepping  further  into  the  living  room  so  that  the  screen  door  closed.  "  what  are  you  doing  here  so  early  ?  "  she  asked,  walking  into  the  kitchen  to  make  herself  a  bowl  of  cereal,  not  bothering  to  offer  eddie  anything.  "  i  thought  the  new  girlfriend  didn't  want  you  near  me  or  something.  "  a  giggle  as  she  obnoxiously  poured  a  heavy  amount  of  cereal  into  her  bowl,  temporarily  drowning  out  any  words  spoken.

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@perditus

the way i am SUCH a flowers fan should be studied. all of their muses have their own unique voice and style, like you can tell who they're writing from the way a thread reads, the vocabulary, the way they speak and what they notice/point out/focus on in a scene. also love it when they yap in a thread cause you just know they've got some good shit to say

@teethearted

absolutely love a good soft-seeming muse that's actually very much Not That asdkjhas Bunny is beautiful and sharp and i love to see it. shelle's writing is just so evocative and interesting, the kind that really paints a picture when you read it

@ischaron

hi i'm squeezing rian in my arms and twirling him around because the way i absolutely adore this cowboy reaper man !!! fork's writing is genuinely such a thematic homerun. every reply i read inevitably there's a line that just makes me go OHMYGOD YOU JUST DID THAT!! like just grabs me by the throat in the best way

@torntruth

there's such a rhythmic flow to aphelion's threads. like they're so good at the composition in writing, word choice and sentence length, structure, etc. coming together to make something that's almost musical. her formatting really helps to push it that little extra bit too

@freakarus

listen if i'm not yelling bestie's praises every 5 seconds i WILL explode so. here we are

soapy is an absolute legend in my head. she has such an amazing grasp on eddie and her writing is incredible. it truly pulls my into the world that she's describing, sits me right down in the middle of the scene and holds my head to make sure i don't miss a thing

it wasn't unusual for scout to be at a party, especially a party she wasn't invited to. she had a red solo cup in her hand of decent booze, fruity in taste and not that strong. she wasn't there to get hammered, she wanted to get out of the house and see what her peers were up to. she'd heard about it during lunch and decided to crash it.

so far, under the radar of the kids who tormented her on the daily. except one. one she didn't ever think would attend a party like this, but she knew of him, everyone did. eddie munson, not that far away from her locked eyes and she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. she stared right back, narrowing her eyes not sure if he was going to rat her out or spare her. he didn't need to know she was crashing the party. she made her way over to him, wiggling her way through the sea of teenagers having a good time in their small town.