#turnedahero

Her hand hovered just in front of the radio dial, fully aware that it was a big no-no to touch anything in his car that wasn't her own seatbelt, but if she had to listen to this song one more time this week then she was probably going to start pulling out her own eyelashes. It was nothing against the music itself, Billy did have good taste, but she needed something new to endure their car ride together. ❝ You know you're allowed to change the station and find something new once in a while, don't you? Come on, ❞ she pouted, features playful from her brown puppy dog eyes to the smirk on her fair lips. ❝ Just this once and you can turn it right back to Motley Crue. ❞

❛   and so you're just really not gonna tell me where we're going ?   ❜ / @turnedahero liked for a starter

                               “ what happened ? your pool milfs turn you down ? ”

Today was a bad day, the kind where she didn’t even want to get out of bed, much less leave the house, she hated her wheelchair, in spite of the freedom it gave it, hated the reminder of what vecna took from her, her vision would never fully recover, but the doctors were hopeful that she’d walk again, after extensive physical therapy, which she had today and with her mom at work she couldn’t take her, enter Billy, rolling herself down the narrow hallway to his room she knocks, sighing to herself, kicking the door weakly with her foot to open it, “hey uh -- mom got called into work and I have PT this afternoon, d’ya think you could maybe drive me? If not I can ask Steve I guess.”

               “Well, that sounds like a really shitty way to look at life.” Curled hair was tossed over shoulders after brand new leather jacket was pulled atop torso. “Maybe you should throw everyone the finger and just do your own thing for a few days? When I get pissed off at the world I go out of my way to make myself unavailable. Parents wanna kill me for it, but it’s kinda worth it at the end of the day. You should give it a try.”

Evie’s patience was long gone; it started with waking up late, continued with small inconveniences the latest being her favorite heel breaking. As she was hobbling to get home she heard a voice, turning to look to the owner her ruby lips formed a tight line rather than their typical sweet smile.  ❝ What do you want? ❞, she spoke with more venom in her words than necessary.