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fuckyoutucker replied to your post:Zombies are complete bullshit I’m sorry it’s just...
Keep thinking that.
Craig Tucker thinks zombies are real and I continue to ask myself how anyone can think that you're not actually a huge dork.
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Its more like window. Front door is too simple for you.
what if i started coming down your chimney like santa
#you seem to be enjoying that way too much
Are you telling me that you would not hug a dog like that if you had gotten the chance to meet him
Paint me.
Out of every single homework assignment she had ever received in school, this was by far the best one. Ferrari was never very artistic, unless it came to music (in which she excelled given her persistency in convincing her parents to sign her up for lessons as a child), but signing up for the Intro to Painting course in replacement for a senior math credit was one of the wisest decisions she had made to this day. Their teacher had given out a new project that required them to be in groups and seeing as how Craig was the only one she knew, he had automatically been her first choice.
And now, here they were, inside Ferrari’s house during a Saturday afternoon. The weather was ideal - it hadn’t gotten terribly cold and the rays of sunlight successfully peeked out from behind the dark clouds they had been shielded by for so long. This made finding a spot for her to draw Craig easy, and their set location had quickly been determined to be the love seat near the backyard window. He laid on his side, head propped upwards by resting on his elbow, and only a white sheet covering his lower torso. His gaze had been focused completely on the TV to Ferrari’s back as she worked vigorously on the painting, having gone quiet since they started.
"Craig! I need you to look at me now so I can draw those pretty eyes of yours." she snapped, gaining his attention though she was met with a blank expression as per usual. One eyebrow rose, and he sighed. "I don’t know why you expect me to be able to stare at you for the next hour when you’re wearing that."
Stepping out from behind the easel - wearing a black and white striped shirt, red handkerchief around her neck, and a baret to top it all off - Ferrari’s hands were on her hips as she stared at Craig with narrow eyes. “Come on, I had to get into character!!” she exclaimed, small frown turning into a grin.
"Now shut up and let me paint you like one of my French girls."
Very much so a girl beneath the nerdy clothing.
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Why the fuck are you back.
I missed you too!
Chicken soup? | Thomas & Craig
I will be right over with your soup then! Thomas sent the text and quickly shoved his phone in his pocket before he pushed himself from the couch and rushed to the kitchen. He found a can of soup and heated it up in the microwave so he could get to his friend quicker. After he poured the soup into a thermos, he pulled on his jacket and headed out the door, sure to lock it behind himself. The phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to see it was Craig replying, which made him smile. Thomas replied to his friend then sent his mother a text, letting her know he'd left the house. As he walked he could feel the cold seeping into his bones through his worn out jacket, and in tern his tics would likely get worse. Thomas rushed a little faster in the direction of the Tucker household, wanting to get into the warmth as soon as possible. He drew closer and his heart pounded faster, mostly from the small amount of exercise, a bit from the thought of seeing his closest friend for the first time in a long time. As promised he was only there in a few minutes. He took a breath and knocked on the door with his free hand. "Craig I'm here!"
fuckyoutucker replied to your post: Clyde’s face makes up 80% of my dash, nice.
I’ll apologize on his behalf.
Why would you apologize. It's a nice, pudgy face.
