#viixened

         she motions for the other to come lay down with her in the freshly cut grass. it’s a necessity for riverdale’s white picket fence reputation. ( what bullshit ! ) as one of miranda’s notorious ragers got even wilder, the southsider retreated to her backyard. it’s serene ; it’s quiet. sometimes she forgets how much she likes the peace. “ i don’t see it either. i just think it’s really NICE          do you want to stay out here with me for a bit ? ” there’s a slight slur to her words ; the can beside cameron isn’t her first by any means. 

''Just a little reminder of that event is tomorrow and I can't wait to see you in formal things and for the after party.''

                   "this is probably a bad time but---                     you're standing on my foot? and you                     have been for a while? and oh my actual                     god it hurts!"

  ❝ I don’t know why I’m calling you..       I just really needed to hear your voice. ❞

         ”i’m sorry! i’ll be better!”      (  it’s a whimper that falls from her lips after         the words, hands flying up to her ears. she         just wants to be good enough. she wants          to be good not bad. gasps fall from her lips         as she struggles to calm her breathing, knees         buckling underneath her. she looked vulnerable      and weak. that’s what she was, though. those         two things were apart of her.  )

      "in case your mouth is open because you're going to say something, don't. just shut up."