#juke wip

Summary:

What would you do if you woke up one morning, and everyone you’d ever known, every person you’d ever introduced yourself to, everyone you’d spoken a word to in your entire life... had managed to forget you. No, seriously. What would you do?

Six sentences:

The Orpheum.

Luke sucked into the alley next to it, flattening himself against the wall to catch his breath once he’d rested his guitar next to him.

And then he heard her.

Thanks <3

- It wasn’t like she still played with Bratz dolls and chalked butterflies on the walls.

- It didn’t stop him from leaning his head against his locker though, eyes closed and massaging his temples.     

- He said yes to get him off his back.

Unlike Nick, he did know Julie Molina quite well.

- When the boys smiled at him, as if to say thanks and goodbye, Carlos trailed.

-  Luke was no expert in love songs, but even he knew it wasn’t supposed to look like that. 

bRO IM TRYING to stop writing but i just cant stop and i fucking hate it. i love what im doing but i equally hate it so much but........ here we are. i wish i were a writer subsidised by my italian mecenas while i lounge around my sicilian country home. anyway:

- Is this how rich people thought life worked?

-  They weren’t friends anymore.

-  When he told the boys their plan, they bursted out in laughter, Reggie nearly teetering to the ground.

there’s nothing!