#shecheered

Guilt weighed heavy on his heart despite the fact that Chrissy Cunningham sat opposite him, alive and we---alive, at least. They'd both been through it the past few weeks, and he needed to say something that'd been rattling around in his brain like an old tin can. He sighed, scarred hands rubbing over tired eyes. "....I shouldn't have tried to sell you drugs, ya know?" A bitter smile appeared.

“  sorry, @shecheered​,  ”  sam shakes her head like she’s clearing the netting from the dredges of a cobweb.  her thumbs poise, hovered over her phone’s screen.  she taps away at send before unleashing messenger back from it’s jostling place at her hip.  “  -----  i did actually bring some things for the bake sale, but HALF of it’s still in my car.  ”  // STARTER CALL. 

“ You’re  really  asking  me  this?  smash. ” - @shecheered

i think i've run out of steam here lmao, but th an k y ou. every bit of love really does mean the world, and I'm entirely grateful to you and everyone. i had 9103433495 reservations about this fandom, i only have like 10 now lmao. it's been great so far. but hey, you've done exactly what I've done! such little material, but a huge creative capacity. keep at it. <3

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“ Shit! ”  He’d  peaked  out  between  the  blinds  of  his  trailer  just  for  a  second,  just  to  check  nobody  had  seen  them  come  inside  together.  Jason  and  the  other  jocks  were  making  their  way  towards  his  trailer  fast. What  were  their  names  again?  he  could  only  remember  Jason’s  because  of  Chrissy.   “ Chrissy,  hide.  Hide!  Right  now. ”   If  they’d  followed  them  and  seen  the  two  of  them  go  inside  they  were  screwed,  but  he  could  still  try  to  her.    “  Uh,  fuck..  under  the  bed.  Just,  you  know  ignore  the  magazines  under  there.  Sorry,  I’m  really  sorry. ”  He  held  the  sheets  up  and  out  of  the  way  so  she  could  get  under  the  bed  frame,  hopefully  in  time.

❝ alright , ❞ eddie mutters , raises cheek from her forehead to brush their lips against it . grip around her stays tight & he soothes her shaking by rubbing warmth into her arm . ❝ okay , we , uh , we don't have to talk about it . we can talk about anything you want . ❞ eyes drift to where his acoustic guitar sits on the wall . ❝ or i could play you some music ? somethin' nice 'n mellow to calm you down ? ❞ another kiss , this time to her cheek with more to follow , each one full of adoration .