#reputcble

@recoando

       while the other occupants at the new year’s eve party were seen mingling c a r e l e s s l y, a night intended for celebration had taken an unwarranted downturn for the raven haired girl. vivienne had swarmed herself with questions upon the recent discovery of her ( now ex ) boyfriend SHAMELESSLY lip-locked with an unfamiliar blonde. the scene had left her dumbfounded, doubting not only her own judgement –– but whether she was unworthy of remaining faithful towards at all. in a sorry attempt to clear her own head, nimble fingers swipe a bottle of vodka off a shelf before she beelines towards the apartment’s balcony to drink in silence. viv’s choice of coping mechanism, though u n o r t h o d o x, provided her with a sliver of comfort she believed was [ unattainable ] in any other form. though such admittance would never slip past her lips, tonight’s events had left her completely DISTRAUGHT. the tears stinging at her water ducts only emphasized that fact, unwillingly feeling them trill down her cheeks as she screws off the bottle’s cap. it’s only after she takes a swig that she senses movement, gaze flickering towards she stranger as she hurriedly begins to wipe her tears. ‘ balcony’s occupied. ’ vivienne murmurs lowly, unable to restrict the sniffle that follows her words.

delilah: lol now you’re a liar on top of everything else ? delilah: idk why im shocked delilah: i just wanna know why u didn’t just TELL ME you’re sleeping with her

the towel clutched to her chest makes it OBVIOUS that she’s not expecting any company -- when the door opens she practically screams in surprise, her voice an obvious1 display of j u s t how ( displeased ) she is. “ have you EVER heard of knocking ? it’s a common courtesy these days. ” she takes the few steps towards the door, hand poised to slam it shut into their face. “ is it REALLY that important, or can it at l e a s t wait until im dressed ? ”

akylah: it’s freezing cold outside  akylah: and i’ll forgive u for being a catfish if u just send me a picture of the sunshine  akylah: because then maybe i can pRETEND to feel it

H O U R S. two fucking hours, they’ve been ( s t a n d i n g ) in this line —- sure, she ‘chose’ to be here... if you’re using the word in the most liberal sense. delilah is here for one reason, and one reason only. that reason, you ask ? her best friend. the one person that she would go to a boyband concert with, the sole reason that she would ever even C O N S I D E R standing in this line surrounded by girls ranging from 13 to 21, the latter hoping by some stroke of luck that a band member will decide that they look good enough to fuck. her eyes are practically rolling  to the back of her head every two seconds as she hears whispers and parts of conversations about how ‘hot’ and ‘funny’ and ‘real’ the band members are, and she can’t help but scoff, much to mackenzies dismay. the tiny brunette looks up as her blonde friend elbows her, coming to the conclusion that her last snort of dismay must have been just too loud —- or maybe the girls around her were looking at her for some other reason ? all too soon it’s their turn, and the petite is lingering back, letting mack approach the boys that are practically wallpaper in her bedroom of their shared apartment. she lingers towards the back, pulling out her phone to record videos what was SURE to win her best friend of the year for e t e r n i t y.

it’s not EASY to be katie vance, despite all appearances pointing towards the opposite. fake smiles, faker friends, everything felt as if it was a f a c a d e. that’s why she’s here, locked into a classroom with mascara stained tears tracing tracks down her face. things USED to be so simple, so truly easy --- until she decided that it was important that she FIT IN, become one of the people that everyone wanted to be. she used to have friends, real ones, ones that in times like this would have SHOWN up. one that, in fact, was in the window to the classroom she was locked into at this very moment, tapping on the glass. her head SHOOTS up, hands quickly and harshly wiping the streaks from her face as she makes her way to the door, opening it before she speaks. “ do you need something ? ”

she LOVED them --- god, with every atom inside her body she loves them even to this day. with medical school looming over her head, it had seemed if there was only O N E option. the decision was practically made for her, and when all was said and done, she was left ( a l o n e ), just like always. ever since her dad had passed last year, she always felt alone, and it didn’t help when her mom took her siblings and fled the country without so much as a WORD to her eldest daughter. alone, in an old, DRAFTY house filled with nothing but bittersweet memories and boxes. she’s half drunk on the sofa, not even REALIZING that she’s dialed the phone before there’s an answer on the other end. “ i miss you --- can you come over ? ” oh, and what a surprise they were in for, the once vibrant house that they had known so empty and dark compared to the way it had used to be, much like the very girl that r e s i d e s there.