let’s make this beautiful

*      incoming      /      @versawe      .  .  .      (    cliche  lines  of  dialogue    )      —      status    :    accepting  .    ❝        this  is  not  happening .        ❞       ghost  au .

it wasn’t the first time veronica had turned a corner to think she’d seen her dead ex boyfriend haunting her. it had happened a little too consistently the first year of college. so much so that it earned her the oh so endearing nickname of ‘noid nickie ( read: paranoid nickie ). things had been going well for a while since frosh week. save for his grating voice occasionally reminding her of her past mistakes, she was at least free from any further hallucinations. until now. she blinked hard. and again and again and ten times again until accepting that this particular hallucination wasn’t planning to go away. she immediately tripped backwards and swiveled around until she’d caught sight of the closest thing she could use as a weapon.

             as  if  on  cue   ,   jd’s  stomach  groans  .     save  for  the  granola  bar  he’d  pocketed  from  the  gas  station  they’d  stopped  in  two  towns  back   ,   he  hasn’t  had  anything  to  eat  in   .  .  .   well   ,   long  enough  to  make  him  practically  start  salivating  at  the  mere  mention  of  food  .           ❝        best  suggestion  i’ve  heard  in  weeks  .      ❞           about  a  half  mile  up  he  spots  a  sign  for  an  old  school  diner   ,   peeling  off  at  the  next  turn  to  pull  into  the  near-empty  parking  lot  .           ❝        one  real  meal  coming  up  .      ❞           switching  off  the  ignition   ,   he  unbuckles  his  seatbelt  and  clambers  out  of  the  vehicle  .    though  they  need  to  conserve  as  much  of  the  cash  he’d  nabbed  from  big  bud’s  safe      (   turns  out  there’s  one  thing  he’s  actually  good  for   .  .  .   thanks   ,   asshole  !   )      as  they  can   ,   jd  figures  they  can  certainly  spring  for  a  couple  of  burgers  and  shakes   —     if  the  exterior  is  anything  to  go  by   ,   ray’s  easy  diner  isn’t  exactly  the  type  of  establishment  to  break  the  bank  .

who wants a bite of me?

listen babe, nothing is as it seems.

god, you sound like you want to wear her skin.

do you think I did too much?

do you want me to push her in the pool? do you want me to light her hair on fire?

you look incredible tonight.

how could you do this to me?

baby, come on. I would never do this.

channel that anger into getting what you want.

why would he do this to me?

I hated myself for letting my guard down.

peaking in high school is cringe.

you have a really weird energy.

I don’t need your pity.

you insufferable cunt! I know you did this!

I don’t even do cocaine!

you think I framed you?

do you still not want my pity?

I know what it’s like to get screwed over by someone you thought you could trust.

you really had that pent-up, huh?

you look like you want a grilled cheese. let’s get you a grilled cheese.

I thought you were gonna put out a hit on me or something.

okay, I’ll just go fuck myself.

to be honest, I’m still recovering.

I just want to say how sorry I am for what happened to you last year.

oh, I’m sorry ‘school house rock’, are you dragging my sentence structure right now?

we won’t get caught, that’s the whole point.

I don’t want to make her pay. I want to burn her to the ground.

you’re giving off some serious glenn close in fatal attraction energy right now.

I can ruin her in my sleep.

I’m Frankenstein, and you’re Frankenstein’s bad bitch.

your new vibe is high-status cunt.

sometimes you have to pretend to be someone else to get what you want.

oh my god, don’t be so dramatic.

you called me a human birkenstock.

I’ve always been very intrigued by what you do here.

cool.

my ex-girlfriend is mad that I hooked up with my ex-boyfriend.

make revenge mommy proud.

are you stalking me?

I like your shirt. did it come with a bag of granola and a matching pair of Tevas?

what are you doing here?

that’s the exciting part of getting to know someone; you’re a mystery until you’re not.

the orgy usually starts around sundown.

can we talk about it, please?

well, we’re not having sex. you can go fuck yourself.

tell me something nobody knows about you.

I’m interesting, and you want to impress me.

what do you want to be?

we’re all just performing.

this feels illegal.

I want her to hit me with her Tesla and then reverse back over me.

I want her to stuff me like a taxidermy doll and then mount me on her wall like a prize.

I want her to hide my body in the woods and then start the search party trying to find me.

I am so proud of you. this is going to be the best night ever.

I feel like a little butterfly!

it’s called double assurance, sweetie. look it up.

are you on mushrooms?

your instincts were right.

you know you don’t have to be brave with me.

this sucks. it’s allowed to suck.

do you think I’ll feel better?

I’m just so angry all the time.

sometimes it just hurts to exist, you know?

I just want to feel normal again.

I like you; you’re just like me.

I didn’t know you were an artist.

rude… but fair.

don’t equate your worth to some archaic idea of what the best means.

can I say something that might make you very uncomfortable?

I’m shocked! this is shocking news!

we’re casting spells tonight, bitch.

ban men!

get in there and eat that ass, is what I’m saying!

don’t do that! don’t pity me, and definitely don’t touch me!

I lost everything! fucking everything!

they need to feel the consequences of what they did to me.

they have to pay. all of them.

I feel like I’m being eaten alive from the inside, actually.

do you ever look around and just think, how did I get here?

all this shit, it’s just armour.

I really like you. I wanna tell you everything.

everything I thought I hated was exactly what I always wanted.

what’s going on in that head of yours?

I just need a little distraction from all the stress.

can’t we put all this ugliness aside?

I think you handled that very well.

nice entrance.

what do you think you’re doing?

you don’t even answer my texts!

those people do not care about you.

they’re not your friends.

oh my god, you’re pathetic.

none of this is real!

are you any different from them?

are you sure? there’s never been any evidence.

I mean this from the bottom of my heart: fuck you.

did you overhear that?

you said some pretty messed up stuff out there.

someone was probably messing with you.

from the bottom of my heart, I wish you nothing but the worst for the rest of your miserable fucking existence.

I love your ear balls.

sleep with one eye open, bitch.

I’ve had the upper hand the entire time.

you made this pretty easy, I gotta say.

you’ll never get away with this.

I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep anymore.

where does this game end?

there is nothing else you can take away from me.

I’m going to make sure that you’re stuck with your pain forever, because I am stuck with mine.

if you want to ruin me, go ahead. I’m not helping you.

I promise I can explain.

I had no choice!

do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?

I really wanted this to work, but it just doesn’t.

I was deciding between this and elsa, but I kind of thought you weren’t an elsa person, although you are a frigid bitch.

I’m sorry that I hit you with my car.

there’s nothing vapid people love more than making other peoples’ tragedies about them.

don’t cry. it’s alright.

I wish it could have been different.

what should have felt exhilarating just felt rotten.

how did you know I’d be here?

I miss you.

it shouldn’t have taken an accident for me to realize that, and I’m sorry.

I think you’re lucky.

I don’t feel free. I feel like I got hit by a car.

I give up. I’m done.

show everybody what a bad bitch looks like.

I created you, and I can just as easily destroy you.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.

we can’t erase what we did to each other, but I don’t want to hurt you anymore.

you might be the only real friend I’ve ever had.

I will regret what I did to you forever.

I’m sorry…. for everything.

did you just enter doing a slow clap, you cliché piece of shit?

you really are the devil.

I thought we had a whole will-they, won’t-they thing going on.

where are you going with this?

I know all your secrets now.

no one would’ve given a shit about you if it wasn’t for me.

why the fuck are you laughing?

goddamn do I love you right now.

I think we might be fucked-up soulmates.

you are a very lucky girl.

fuck you. we’re over.

I think you should leave.

I don’t want to be that person anymore.

everything you’ve done, everything that’s happened to you, has brought you to this moment.

fuck figuring out who you’re meant to be. stay lost as long as you can.

she’s  frowning      (   has  been  for  the  last  200  miles   ,   give  or  take  a  few   )      —     her  body  angled  towards  the  window   ,   she’s  positioned  herself  as  far  over  in  the  passenger  seat      (   and  therefore  as  far  away  from  him   )      as  she  can  without  exiting  the  vehicle  .      adjusting  to  life  on  the  road  hasn’t  been  easy  for  @versawe   ,   jd  can  see  that  .      really   ,   such  an  upheaval  would  be  tough  on  anyone     —     though  he’s  sure  it  doesn’t  help  matters  that  she’s  stuck  with  him  for  the  foreseeable  future   ,   bound  by  some  invisible  tether      (   though  he  supposes  she  may  see  it  as  more  of  a  shackle   )  .          

veronica was filled to the brim with anger, an unhealthy dose of anxiety and mere seconds away from bursting out in tears at any given moment. this was not how any of it was supposed to go. days had passed and it had only gone from bad to worse. years had been shaved off her life from the worry of it all and she swore that if she died in her prime before ever seeing big fun play live, she would haunt the ever loving shit out of j.d. she curled herself further into her corner when he tried to coax out some warmth from her. “ gee, you might have a point with the whole skipping ahead business, ” she started as she turned her body to finally face him. her sickly sweet tone was paired with a tight smile and too wide eyes. “ every girl dreams of the day she can grow up and be a convicted criminal ! why, i’ve been counting down the years ! ”