#whowails

                  “I need your help. You can’t tell anyone about this                   and you can’t make FUN of this or me, either. “

u can’t tell they’re rotten until u get all excited and stick some in your mouth and it tastes like playdoh and has bits of shredded tennis ball in it okay

“ so how have things been?? i’ve been rambling about ghosts for too long. how’s... life?? the last time i was here it seemed like everything was in shambles. ”

                   he’s sitting there, soaking wet && crying as the                     rain pours down on him in buckets. he had just                    had a fight with scott about the donovan thing,                    right after he had a fight with lydia about aiden.                    his day went from bad to even worse.                                             he has no one left.

               “ -- are you people gonna keep popping up one by one and STARE at me like t-that?                 because it’s getting a n n o y i n g.” eyes shut close as pain strikes through her body,                 letting the inevitable slide by wordless. she was DYING && they didn’t know what to                do about it. none of them did. all they could do is stare speechless. and terrified.

                      he’s supposed to be meeting up with scott, but with his                       jeep not in the picture he was forced to walk all the way                       there. of course he’d be forced to see lydia kissing aiden                       && considering that’s the only way to scott’s house, he                       HAS TO pass by them. so much for the break up.                                                “you know if you’re going to kiss, there’s a                                                 thing called get a room. no one wants to                                                 actually freakin’ see it.”

“What are you staring at?” she exclaimed, not really mean to sound as aggressive as she did whilst she ruffled her hair slightly, clicking her very rarely worn heels together with a small smile looking up at the figure in front of her. A figure who had probably had their eyes on the strawverry blonde for quite some time now, whether that was on purpose or not would be another story.