#tlcstart

Sidney had lived in the same place since he was 16, and now he’d just felt like he needed something new.. so just recently he’d decided to find somewhere new, he’d packed down everything he owned, into a moving truck, and was now outside of his new place taking a breather before moving what was left to take inside.. sitting on the edge of the truck, legs hanging off the edge he looked over to the side of the road, seeing someone just standing there looking back at him and the truck.. slowly he got up, continuing to glance at them.. “--- am i in the way of anything or?”

Fighting wasn’t something that Fallon usually set out to go do, it was usually Presley. He went out looking for a fight when he didn’t want to talk about his problems, when he just wanted to punch someone and forget about what was on his mind. After he left Sid’s place in a huff and went home to find Presley not home he immediately left on his bike, knowing exactly where he could look for a fight.

“you know it’s pretty rude to interrupt someone when their reading, especially when it’s a book as good as this one” he set the book on the table and looked at the person “but since you’ve got my attention, what’s up?” 

If Johnny wasn’t at his bar working, or with the few friends he had, he was at the diner. He had most of his meals there and even began to see them as ‘family’. Yet again, he sat at the counter top, with a crossword puzzle; something he did to keep his mind busy, and a cup of coffee. “You any good at these things?” he asked the person sitting next to him. 

michael slumped over his computer, unsure of where he was going with the chapter he was writing. he had hit a creative wall. “fuck,” he said, typing some random words that didn’t make any sense in the story. he took a sip of his coffee, running his hands through his hair. he shut his computer, frustrated, and put his head on the table.