#knowledgeiispower

   “I’m glad to hear that, Hales -- really, I am -- BUT it should be Nathan you’re trying to sell that to -- not me. You’ve got to let him know that you’re going to do everything in your power to MAKE THINGS BETTER.” 

    “I TOLD you not to let me watch the cookies all by MYSELF, didn’t I ?? You thought I was exaggerating -- but no. This is ALL your fault.” 

       “ -- how’re you doing, Hales ?? If you want me or Peyton to take the LITTLE GUY for the day, just say the word. We’re HERE for you.” 

      “ -- I suppose you’ll have LESS time for tutoring now that you’ve gone and gotten yourself HITCHED, James. Or should I say Scott, now ?? It’s all so confusing.” 

Meme: Friends Sentence StartersStatus: Accepting ( Mutuals )

                                 Will’s brows furrow in INDIGNATION, a SCOFF leaving his lips, though his gaze doesn’t STRAY from the screen before them. He’s not sure HOW he got talked into this AGAIN, having previously decided NEVER to play after the LAST time. But yet HERE he is, white remote CLENCHED in his hands as he TWISTS more than he needs to to get the DAMNED car to MOVE in the right direction. Haley’s managed to JINX the game, he’s sure of it. Every time he TRIES to turn in any direction, he either runs into a WALL, gets hit by SOME sort of shell, or drives DIRECTLY over a banana. It’s a MIRACLE he hasn’t chucked his controller at the TV just yet. “ I’m never buying you pizza again, ”  He grumbles, trying DESPERATELY to hit a floating box in the hopes that he’ll get SOMETHING to help him. He crashes into TWO to be safe. Eyes NARROW as the selection of ITEMS begins to pass, and if he wasn’t so FOCUSED on staying on the road, he’d be CROSSING his fingers. But as the box lands on the BULLET, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, the Mario Kart gods have taken PITY on him. “ YES! ” He exclaims, voice DROWNING out Haley’s noise of PROTEST. For an instant, the fact that he’d BEEN 11th on the third round FALLS away, because the game is depositing him in 1st place and CHEATING be damned, he’s going to WIN this one. It’s just the LUCK of the draw. With the finish line in sight, he’s SURE he has it. 

  Until the controller starts BEEPING ominously in his hand. 

                             “ Wait, wait wait wait wa – ” Will leaps to his feet as the blue shell hits his character a mere FOOT away from the finish line, and there’s no HOPE for him as the other cars RACE by, leaving him back in the SAME place he’d been in previously. “ Who in the HELL was second – ” The question DIES on his lips as PEALS of laughter fill the apartment, and he turns SLOWLY towards the woman still SEATED on the couch. “ I hate so much the things you choose to be. ”

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