#joneshead

straightening the bowl of chips, he steps back to examine his spread of snacks & video games, movies & drinks. was he trying too hard ? he was trying too hard. jug would know as soon as he stepped foot in there that something was wrong & sure, something was wrong but he didn’t want to jump right into that. he didn’t want to start off what would be their last weekend for who knows how long with the news that this would be exactly that -- he wanted to ease into that part. 

        “Dunno what all the fuss is about, if you ask me.” Teddy continues on, brow furrowing as he reads softly under his breath. “After we helped Dean out with his...issue - performance anxiety! Who would have thought? Bloke his size - er -...and by ...by size, I obviously - it’s... I meant how big he is - and I -...” flusters, he tries again, “er- ...the - he’s a big boy. Uh! Tall. Very tall young...man.” 

        “ -... Anyways er -...doesn’t sound too complicated, is what I’m trying to say.”

      “ HAVE Y’ HEARD    about  the  carnival  comin’  to  town  ?       it’s  been  cancelled  for  the  last  two  years  ‘cause  of  budget  stuff,   but  they  got  some  big  donor  this  time  around. ”        rapid  tangent  continues,   this  rant  completely  unrelated  to  whatever  it  was  she  was  just  saying.        aimee  fiddles  with  her  cigarette  between  her  fingers.       she  smiles  instead  of  bringing  it  up  for  a  puff;   her  stride  isn’t  broken  that  way.          “   you  should  take  me  !       i’m  no  good  at  the  games,   but  i  wanna  win  a  stuffed  animal.   ”        

❛❛    you   are   ahead   by   a   century   -      and   disappointing   you’s   getting   me   down   .    ❜❜

                    𝙄𝙩   𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩   𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣   𝙎𝙖𝙢   𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚   𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙   𝙤𝙛   𝙝𝙚𝙧   ,   this   really   wasn’t   her   jam.   But   Clover   had   gotten   the   short   end   of   the   stick   ,   literally   –   except   in   their   case   it   the   shortest   q   –   tip.   Could   they   not   have   been   keeping   an   eye   on   a   girl   more   interesting   ?   A   girl   who   went   to   malls   like   a   normal   young   adult   ,   or   maybe   that   movie   that   Clover’s   been   meaning   to   see   –   NOT   a   poetry   slam.   She   bites   back   a   groan   as   she   turns   her   head   over   to   the   boy   sat   at   her   left   ,   at   least   he   was   kind   of   cute   ,   maybe   she   could   get   him   to   write   poems   about   her.

    Beacon Hills changed a lot over the couple of months - at least so it felt. Things probably didn’t change that much, Lydia was just not aware of everything that went on. But now that she was aware it changed her whole life. Hers and that of her friends.  It could easily feel overwhelming. Trying to manage school, being a teenager, dealing with the supernatural meanwhile keeping it all a secret from everyone who didn’t need to be involved with it. That’s why she decided to stay after class a bit to paint. It was quiet and calm and helped her relax a bit.