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@groovesrecords​ PASSED A NOTE : “Hey. You. Come on, we’re going out.”

            𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃, Jackie lifted her head from her magazine with slight confusion. The gang had been arguing with Hyde over who should be able to attend, everyone bringing arguments like who knew him longer, who knew every guitar riff by heart, and who could drive. The one person who didn’t beg to come with happened to be the one he chose, surprising everyone in the room. Flipping closed her Cosmo, Jackie was quick to stand up from her seat, “ 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽, 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 ? ” she asked as she followed after him. Much to their dismay, Jackie didn’t even like Aerosmith, but she sure didn’t hate them either.

𝘽𝙐𝙏    𝘿𝙄𝘿    𝙃𝙀    𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔    expect    anything    else    ?        you    roll    your    eyes    at    his    faux    indignation    ;        you    haven’t    known    him    long    ,        but    he    already    knows    you    better    than    anyone    ,        and    you’d    like    to    think    your    own    prickly    exterior    grants    you    insight    into    his    ulterior    motives    and    hidden    meanings    .

if    you    know    anything    about    him    for    sure    ,        though    ,        is    that    he’s    always    down    for    a    smoke    .        whatever    the    circumstance    ,        you    can’t    help    but    dig    in    for    the    easy    jab    ;        barely    even    an    insult    ,        just    a    re    -    statement    of    the    truth    .    

❛❛    yeah    ,        but    to    be    fair    .    .    .    ❜❜        you    drawl    ,        fixing    him    with    a    half    -    teasing    accusatory    stare    .        ❛❛    were    you    ?    ❜❜

               Hyde had driven to his house so they could arrive together, introductions made less awkward with him being a mutual party. When they arrive Jonah led in obligatory introductions, cheeks - the host. Anyone else was deemed unimportant to Jonah himself, so he didn’t waste his time in clarifying who was who.  

@groovesrecords​  said:“ what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of? ” random text posts

❝ — y’ know, ‘ve met some pricks in m’ life         but you, m’ friend, are a fuckin’ cactus. ❞

She rolls her eyes with a chuckle, sipping the coffee held in both hands. She could feel the warmth spreading from fingertips to wrists and it was somewhat comforting; the ache in her palms from the heat reminding her that she was alive. Leaning back in her seat, she crosses her legs over one another and resting the mug against her thigh.

@groovesrecords​  said:“ i try not to sound like an asshole, but it’s really hard because i am an asshole. ” random text posts

❝ — ain’ nothin’ wrong with bein’ y’erself. ❞

A passive shrug with an inhale on a cigarette. She had had her fair share of instances where she, too, had been called an asshole but wasn’t that just peoples’ way of saying they didn’t like the shit you were doing? It didn’t matter what, to someone, you’d always be that asshole. A slow exhale of smoke with a laugh.

𝙔𝙊𝙐 ’𝙑𝙀     𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍     𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙆𝙀𝘿     𝘽𝙀𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀     ,          and     you’re     pretty     sure     that     almost     insulted     him     .          it     came     highly     recommended     ;          ease     the     anxiety     that     chokes     you     out     ,          turn     off     your     brain     for     a     little     while     ,          feel     the     tension     leave     your     tendons     .          you’re     addicted     to     nicotine     already     ,          so     you’re     not     entirely     worried     about     the     aspect     of     smoke     ;          it’s     more     the     fear     of     the     unknown     that     makes     you     shiver     when     you     take     your     first     hit     .

he’s     shockingly     nice     about     it     -          tells     you     to     lean     back     and     breathe     ,          just     ride     it     out     ,          and     you     close     your     eyes     when     he     speaks     ,          trying     to     ground     yourself     on     any     sensory     information     you     can     while     it     leaks     into     your     system     .

you     can’t     remember     if     you’re     alone     or     not     -          it     feels     as     though     the     entirety     of     the     room     has     disappeared     ;          and     you’re     pretty     sure     it’s     not     the     weed     that’s     done     it     (     it     doesn’t     kick     in     that     quickly     ,          does     it     ?     )     .          ❛❛    okay     ,    ❜❜          you’re     able     to     murmur     out     ,          but     you’re     focused     mostly     on     the     darkness     behind     your     eyelids     ,          and     the     fabric     of     your     shirt     ,          and     the     fact     that     his     instructions     have     been     the     kindest     tone     he’s     ever     spoken     to     you     in     .