#iindented

Noodle was completely aware that she was seventeen. She was also completely aware that she didn’t weigh anything like she did seven years earlier. That wasn’t going to stop her from obnoxiously draping herself over her brother’s shoulders behind his back, letting out an exaggerated groan of  exasperation.

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        ❝ Crowds. I... I didn’t... I couldn’t... Handle them. Anxiety would            get the best of me && I would tense up && just... Stop working. ❞

   Pale hands fidgeted, that fear felt like something long forgotten, the former poet    stopped caring after a while, she’s been with the band for quite some time now,    she sang many times && she got used to the many eyes that would be staring,    eyes that she thought would be judging, but she felt so free when up on stage    that those thoughts faded away. She felt like she belonged now.

        ❝ I’m... I’m fine now, though. It’s like they’re not even there, I learned            to just... Accept the eyes, the eyes that would stare at me, instead            of just trying to pretend like they don’t exist, you know ?? ❞

   ❛Nah, ‘s a’right..❜He muttered awkwardly, not feeling great but he didn’t want Noodle to really worry too much. Hell, he didn’t want anyone worryin’ too much about him – or anything but the least he could do was stop them worrying about him. He hoped.

“You’re not lying to me, are you?” she asked, taking hold of his wrist as she tried to take a closer look at him. She didn’t want to be forceful, but she had a feeling her brother liked to hide more things from than she knew. “Come on, let me look!”