#shemurphy

        𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.  𝙖  𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩’𝙨  𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚.   reggie’s  place  to  resort  when  boredom  struck  in  a  palace  too  often  empty.  parents  on a  business trip   (   as  always  )  out  living  lavishly  in  the  private  jet  instead  of  spending  time  with  their  own  son.  pity.  social  media  interested  the  mantle  prince  more  anyway,  an easy avenue for attention when he didn’t feel like asking for it.  a  platform where he got to talk aimlessly about his favorite thing:  HIMSELF.  and yeah, the fans too. his following was nothing to sneeze at,  himself ever  the  influencer in some sense on all platforms, but it wasn’t like people didn’t have anything better to do.  he opens the stream and waits for his audience to pour in, before taking questions.

      gaze  squints  at  the  small,  fast-paced  print that pops up in the comments,  asking  him  random questions until  a classmate  brings  up  what  should be a harmless game.     SMASH  OR  PASS:  RIVERDALE  HIGH EDITION.       it’s  extremely effective in garnering his attention.   ❝    𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 ?  𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚.     since  you  vultures  are dying to know who mantle the magnificent   would  spend  a  night  with  ...  shoot.  i’ll answer.   ❞    the comments start pouring in, from those with personal investment to those with genuine curiosity. some people submitting themselves, others curious about recent gossip that’d been floating around. the interest is overwhelming but more ... ego - boosting  if he was being honest.  who knew so many people wanted to know what criteria there was for getting in his smoking hot pants.  may as well give the people what they want:  

        ❝    𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚...     DAPHNE  BLAKE      ...      have you seen her ?   girl  has  a  body  like  kylie  but  all  natural.   smash     ...       MIDGE KLUMP.   easy:  smash.  &  she’d say the same, just won’t admit it     ....     hmm     ...      SABRINA  SPELLMAN,  ehhhhhh  smash.  blondes  have  more  fun  but  platinum  blondes?  mmm    ...      BETTY  COOPER?   innocent,  sweet betty cooper?  she’s my best friend.  that’d  be  weird      ...      but since she’s not watching                 smash.   don’t tell her i said that.         HARVEY  KINKLE?   please.   pretty  boy  like  him  wishes.  but  yeah,  smash ,   jesus  you guys  really  aren’t  holding  back  ...   ❞     an  endless  stream  of  comments  all  thirsty  for  an  answer,  pouring  in  faster  than  he  can  pick  up.

         a  sigh,  giving  an  ‘oh  well’  look  to  the  camera,  before  getting  back  on  it:     ❝   giving  the people  what  they  want  i  guess   ...  alright  ...     NANCY  DREW.    ha.  i  think  little  ms.   detective   already  knows  the  answer  to  that  one.  smash      ...       CONNOR  MURPHY.   eugh.  i  guess if  i had a gun to my head.  smash     ...      COURTNEY  CALLAHAN.   duh,   smash.  like  you  wouldn’t  go  for  the  queen  of  reality  tv    ....   HERMIONE  GRANGER  ...    yeah,  i’d say smash.  i  bet  she’s  got  a  dark  side  to her   ...   SWEET  PEA?   sure,  smash.   i  can  be  into  wannabe  greasers  ...     KEVIN  KELLER.   he’s  got  that  innocent-good-boy-next-door-waiting-to-be-ruined  look  so.  yeah,  smash  i  guess   ...     ZOE  MURPHY.   who  ...   ohhhhh   yeah,  right              new  girl.  definitely  smash.  i  should  text  her   ...     aaaand    DELPHI  RENEE.   pass.   kidding ——  that  girl’s  got  an  ass  that  won’t  quit.    might  be  kinda  hard  with  that  stick  up there  but.  smash.  ❞    

          IT’S  UNFAIR  OF  YOU  TO  EVEN  CONSIDER  THIS,  YOU’VE  LIED  TO  HER.     YOU’VE  LIED  TO  EVERYONE.     not  a  day  goes  by  where  you  think  about  connor,  the  REAL  connor,  the  one  that  zoe  knows  and  YOU  don’t.    but  because  of   your  stupid  dumb  mouth,  the  connor  you’ve  fictionalized  is  the  connor  that  survives.    THE  REAL  ONE  HAS  DISAPPEARED,  despite  your  best  intentions.    nothing  you  do  or  say  is  going  to  change  that,  and  it’s  unfair  for  zoe  to  be  the  only  reason  why  you’re  still  here  on  this  planet  and  not  10  feet  under.   it  should  be  you  and  not  connor.    but  when  she  smiles  at  you  you  forget  all  your  insecurities,  you  feel  stable  and  anchored  to  the  ground  instead  of  ten  seconds  from  floating  away.    

   Guilty. If there’s one word for how Evan feels right now, it’s GUILTY. Feeling like a huge ball of anxiety wrapped up into a pathetic excuse for a human being is pretty much his constant state at this point, but this is just about ten times worse. He’s LYING to the Murphy’s, he’s lying to Zoe, Zoe who he’s thought about over and over in his head, Zoe who he never thought he’d actually have the courage to talk to because his hands were too sweaty and he always stumbled over his words, Zoe who makes him want to be brave. This is what he’s wanted...but he got it through a LIE. 

       And he can’t stop. 

“Yeah, no.” He’s dressed up, shirt buttoned all the way up like it’s supposed to be and he’s leaning in the door way to the Murphy’s kitchen. Honestly are you surprised that their family seems to like him? Billy Hargrove has a way with words-- and this is no exception. “It’s bullshit.”

“I’m okay. Really. I just.. Yeah, I didn’t get much sleep.”

          ❛          your   JACKET   ---   ‘s   kinda   cool   .          ❜

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finally,  someone  who  sees  this  hell  like  i  do.  what  is  with  these  hipsters  &&  thinking  everything  they  do,  make,  or  see  turns  to  gold.  there’s  no  special  touch  to  LA  to  make  it  the  glamorous,  modern,  sophisticated  place  everyone  sees  it  be.  it’s  stuck  up,  built  on  false  personalities  &&  promises   -   that  this  is  the  BEST  guac  you’ll  ever  try,  ‘trust  us.’

    ❝   𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨  𝙞𝙩.  𝙞’𝙢  𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙮𝙤𝙪  𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚.    ❞   the twirl of keys around middle finger,  leading the way in her drunken stupor.  her phone in his hand as collateral.     he’s  seen it before,  hell he’s seen it in himself.    that  recklessness.  eager to feel something.  like watching a car crash, but as  a  DD  for  the  night  he’s  in  a position to help.  keeping  her  from  the  gazes  of  his  bulldogs  that  were referring to her like  a  prize.  fresh meat was she who just came to town.  mistakes  were  too close,  around  the  corner,  and  he  had  no  problem  letting  her  know.  in the subtext of course.