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Joel’s pencil quickly stopped doodling onto the margins of the book he was reading as an eerie silence filled the hall. His brown eyes looked up, straight in his line of sight he locked eyes with her. Scratching the back of his neck, he gawks at her beauty for a moment too long before quickly realizing what he was doing. Being flustered, he looked around him — A football player was standing a few feet behind him, but he could have sworn she was looking right at him. “Ah, h-hi, sorry... do you need me to move?” he pointed to the guy behind him, feeling like a complete idiot, as he started to pick up his stuff. 

riley’s shift felt never ending, especially with the flood of customers coming in after a concert in a nearby city. the diner was the only one on the way out of town, and the only place with a restroom for the next fifty miles, which explained how they were still in business. the food was your basic diner fare, and the service wasn’t always smiling, but it was a job, and riley needed the money. “sorry ‘bout the wait, we’re slammed tonight. the specials are on the board, and if you wanted pie, we’ve only got peach left,” riley automatically fell into the role of waitress as she was still tying her apron back on after her break, hazel eyes glancing up at the tall, handsome young man she was seating. “what can i get you to drink?” pad ready, pen poised, the raven haired girl stood expectantly, her expression rather weary. @indiemuseblr​

lydia: hey i tried to help you out and make your friend stfu but it kinda backfired.... lydia: i saw him and his girl at this party last night and he asked about us lydia: so i said you were the best thing that ever happened to me and all that good stuff lydia: and now idk what he’s on but he got all excited about double dates? lydia: and you FINALLY understanding the meaning of love big a big L...? lydia: i honestly thought i’d make you look all manly and irresistable i’m so sorry??    @indiemuseblr

“ it’s starting to dawn on me that… the reason you might not want to come out about this is because you don’t really love me—”

it had been three years since brandon had seen or heard from valerie, which was insane given their long history. even as kids, they’d at least been friends- but their relationship had hit a few bumps, and then some bigger ones, eventually leading to a breakup that neither of them saw coming. it stung, not only to lose val, but to lose the family he’d found in her siblings and their little group of misfits. his job took him overseas for awhile on a consulting project, which helped his heart heal with an ocean between them, but when he moved back home, he was bound to run into her at some point. sure enough, in the middle of the grocery store, brandon nearly crashed his cart right into his ex and her sister. groaning softly under his breath, brandon loathed how tense his shoulders felt around the one person he’d always felt comfortable with, but he forced a smile and waved awkwardly. “sorry, i always get the cart with the weird wheel on it,” he fumbled for an excuse, his dark eyes taking in his ex’s appearance. @indiemuseblr​

A small whimper stifled between Mikey’s lips as the tears kept falling from his eyes no matter how hard he squeezed. He prayed that if there was a God to make them stop falling so that he could pull himself together. He just hated it all; the hospitals, the ivs, the meds, and the fact that his best friend was being robbed from him before his very own eyes and there was nothing he could do about it. A sob escapes without his permission before his heart suddenly stops when he hears feet shuffling behind him, quickly his eyes flutter open as he looks around. “Shit, Scout...” he quickly grabs the end of his shirt to wipe the tears from his face. “What the fuck are you doing here? You’re suppose to be in bed, doctors orders.” The hospital light flickered above him as he tried to play off the fact that he had been crying less than a millisecond ago. Now, he was more embarrassed over the fact that Scout had caught him crying by the vending machines when he was suppose to be grabbing snacks for the both of them behind the nurses back. 

i'm looking for a reason, roaming through the night to find my place in this world.  it was a bold move, showing up on the mitchell’s doorstep and showing her face. her relationship with malia had been the only light in her life so, in typical taliyah fashion, she’d ruined it spectacularly. not only had she broken up with her, she’d insisted on going no contact, supposedly to help the other move on, but mostly because she was terrified that she had already begun to tarnish malia. the girl was kind, and loving, and so smart- there was no reason she should be with someone like taliyah, who only messed things up. but that had been six months and one terrible bender ago, and taliyah was hitting rock bottom. she’d lost her job, and her preference for party favors had gone from a little weed now and then to far more dangerous substances. she looked like a shell of the woman malia had known, as she knocked weakly and leaned her forehead against the vinyl siding of the house, praying someone- anyone- was home. not a lot to lean on, I need your light to help me find my place in this world. @indiemuseblr​

Lucrecia's eyes were wide as she threw her hand out, “—Wait!” The girl basically growled as she stood up from the ground. Lu had been an animagus since her fifth year, never having an incident close to getting caught until now. There was no denying that the figure had seen her transform from a fox so she couldn’t just let them walk away. Wand at the ready, the Slytherin runs into the forest, chasing after the boy that had seen her. “You shouldn’t be roaming around here, you know,” she stood in the middle of the forest in silence hoping for a lead. There was an eerie presence that always loomed around the Forbidden Forest that made her wrap her hand a little tighter around the wand, “I just want to talk.”