#overviiew

           » there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying that i               PROBABLY shouldn’t be so m e a n. «

“take summer classes, he said. they’ll be easier -- what a fuckin’ lie,” he groaned, brows furrowing as free hand pinched at the bridge of his nose. “baby, is it too late to drop out of college?”

TRISTAN: please say you're holding

OVERVIIEW.

“--don’t touch those.” she doesn’t need to see past the dusty shelves in front of her, nor does she need to train her hearing over the whir of the fan. she’d heard them come in, felt their fingertips brushing over the windchimes she knows is placed by the front counter, and veda steps down from a metal chair to peek at the unknown customer with their back turned. “you wanna get bumps in places they have no business bein’ in, be my guest. what you lookin’ for down here anyways?”

“I can’t be bothered with you right now...” This is ordinary Xaria: doodling in her notes and drawing outlandish cartoons for pure humor. “You’re gonna love what you see when I’m done with it, I promise.”

‘ you want me to what? ’ he thinks, momentarily, that it is some error in translation. maybe she’s trying to tell him something and he’s not understanding. because what he thought he heard was boderline crazy. ‘ be fake engaged to you? ’ 

“tilly kinder.” it was mumbled as the tall boy moved over to the blonde and reaching up to twirl a pretty strand of hair to get her attention--okay, maybe trying to talk to her in the middle of a crowded backstage area before her and her sister went on stage wasn’t the best idea--but jordan couldn’t just turn a blind eye to his high school heartache, especially after not seeing her for years, “we went to high school together, you probably don’t remember me, but my names Jordan King.”