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thank you angel!! ilysm!!

" if you don’t stop taking my phone while i’m asleep and tweeting, i’m going to have to change my passcode. " ( @wearc )

    ❛ i know you’re mad & i know i should’ve told you sooner, but how long are you gonna ignore me for ? we have to be at my parents’ for dinner on thursday night. ❜

    ❛ --- listen, not only do i not wanna pretend to be your doting boyfriend for the holidays, i don’t even CELEBRATE christmas, so. should probably ask someone else. ❜

    for the past hour or so, jacey had been WANDERING around this house — looking for something to do. she knew it was a mistake coming to this house party without bringing anybody, especially when she spotted her ex-boyfriend whom seemed to be having a lot of fun without her. as soon as she knew her ex’s eyes were on her, jacey grabbed the first s t r a n g e r she could find and dragged them into the closest room she could find. she closed the door behind her and turned around to the person that she had just practically ( F O R C I B L Y ) shoved into this room with her. ❛ fuck, ❜ she blurted out, remembering that she didn’t really have any plan at all. ❛ quick. make loud moaning noises. pretend we’re having sex. ❜

          ‘ PLEASE tell me you can pretend you didn’t see that, ’ emily’s cheeks are so red they give her the look of someone with long-suffering rosacea, crimson flush spreading its way down her cheeks to her neck and even further to her collar bone. green orbs are CEMENTED on the dozen skittles that have just popped out of her mouth -- never again was she going to pour them straight from the packet into parted pink lips while on the bus -- unless she wanted to choke on one and spew them back out, listening to them click clacking on the grimy floor as the bus finished it’s jerking halt. she could feel the other’s eyes on her even as it was happening, and she could feel them now as she willed herself to dissolve into the worn bus seat she sat on.

“ wait .... that’s the girl you’re dating ?? funny, that’s the same girl who tormented me on the bus every morning in middle school. but OBVIOUSLY that doesn’t mean anything to you now. ”