#shutupmurphy

Violet huffed and narrowed her eyes as she ashed the cigarette in her fingers. "What the fuck is your problem?" She shot back with typical teenage attitude. "I didnt even do anything."

Maybe because he keeps being reborn? can't burn if you keep getting a new body every 10 seconds hahaha.

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UGH, she treats him like an actual puppy. She doesn't mind him because they are both on Team Jesse but she MINDS him. She's used to Jesse pushing back but as soon as it's her AND cass in the trash, it becomes a full on Tyra I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU. WE WERE ROOTING FOR YOU moment. Glad to see some solidarity even if Jesse is being an actual arseface.

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

Winter didn’t exactly know when the night had brought her to this moment where she was stuck in a closet with Ashley Darko, for fourteen minutes. But there she was. In a dark closet, Rihanna playing from the other side of the door. Her eyes wandering around the darkness, although she could make out the clothes besides them and her good friend in front of her.

She should have just stayed in her room like her older brother Roman had told her. But the music had become unbearably loud and since she didn’t want to be the one to disrupt her family’s harmony by snitching on him to their dad’s, she decided to simply be one with the party. And for the most part, that hadn’t really worked out in her favor. You see, she wasn’t really social like the rest of her siblings. Sure, she was nice and liked to talk to strangers, but she didn’t really talk about what they wanted to talk about. She never gossiped about other people, nor was she interested in what Justin Bieber was doing that week. She would rather talk about the moon and their auras, which weirded them out. 

So she’d been sipping on some aloe juice, while everyone was clearly drinking alcohol and drifting though the party, seemingly invisible or so she thought. Because the next thing she knew, her sister had called her out. And then called out her friend and perpetual crush, Ashley Darko and stuck them in a closet for an extended seven minutes in heaven. And now, that’s how she ended up in the closet.

“I know this game is usually put together so people could make out and stuff.” She voiced, her voice a bit shaky. “You don’t have to make out with me, if you don’t want to.” Winter said, with a small smile she knew he wouldn’t be able to see in the darkness. “But if you want to say you did or whatever, you can. I don’t mind that either.” 

Winter said, nervously shifting from side to side, before looking down at the ground. She was just friend and he was just her crush, and they still had what had to be twelve minutes in the closet. So she was going to make the most of it. And how was she going to do that, exactly?

“If you have 3 quarters, 4 dimes, and 4 pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar.”

as a goodbye.

Winter had refused to acknowledge that today was the day. Sure it was a great opportunity for her. But eight weeks without Ashley Darko might as well have been a million years. But she had to do this, because helping others was a pretty big deal to her. And she decided to spend her summer doing that. She only wished it wasn’t so hard to say goodbye. She held onto her boyfriend’s arm, squeezing onto it tightly as she heard that boarding for her flight had commenced. She shook her head against his arm, not wanting to let go. 

She looked up at him, her lips slightly gutted out. “I have to go.” She said, her sadness apparent. Winter looked over at the gate, nodding slowly. “Yeah.”

Winter reached into her bag, pulling out something she’d made for him. She’d saved all the caps from the bottles of soda they’d had during dates, when they hung out, whenever so that she could make him a necklace made out of them. He leaned down some, yet another thing she was going to miss. Just how adorably lanky he was. It was like he’d been stretched out by Willy Wonka’s Oompa Loompas and she loved it. “That just something for you to remind me by. Eight weeks, that’ll fly by.”

She nodded, a sad smile on her face. She was near tears but she was also happy. She was happy that she had met someone like him. “I love you.” She said, leaning up on her tip toes to press a light kiss on his cheek before giving him another look, knowing the time had come.