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PHOENIX.

the mischievous smile only grows with her reaction, his quiet laugh bubbling from his chest when she seems to deny it — his entire demeanor shifts when she does move toward him though, the smile becoming proud. still, he remained silent and listened to everything she had to say. his eyes followed her hand until they couldn’t, instead focusing on them as they moved against his neck and, though he tried to hide it, it sent a shiver down his spine. his own hand came up to her sleeve and he played with the material, far more interested in the way her eyes moved around his face. icy blue hues, framed by long lashes, flickered between her lips as they moved with each word and then up to hers again — she was already awaiting his gaze. “sardonic,” he whispered with a single, subtle nod of his head. “guess that would still be an interesting addition to the romanticism movement,” then, with the grin appearing again, he made the move to lean forward this time and brought one of his knees close to his chest to curl his arm around — it also allowed him access to dangle his hand toward her lap and with that, he lightly brushed his fingertips against the back of her hand. “do you believe all of that? that it’s all just a daydream?” his head canted to the side, his other hand moving up to push back her hair again but he didn’t let it linger there, he just wanted to see her face. “maybe he’s the one that’s wrong about it all,” an amused twitch in his brow followed his statement, “why are you always so cynical?”

-- SHE THINKS for a moment at his question -- probably a moment longer than she usually would, considering the affect his touch has on her, even as minuscule as the brush of his fingertips against the back of her hand. she’s stubborn about it, tries to ignore it, but she turns her hand over anyways, lightly skitters her fingertips over the tendons in his wrist. “i’m not sure,” she ponders, serene this time when he pushes her hair behind her ear -- she’s used to it now, knows it’s not ill-intentioned. “it all just seems ---- too good to be true, that’s all.” she offers a slight, thoughtful smile as she leans forward to rest her chin atop his knee, settling in there for a few serene moments before she pipes up again. “a mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent-----” she recites airily, eyes flickering around the room before they settled on him again, lifting her head for a moment to speak. “----nobody’s truly at peace, and nobody’s completely innocent,” she rests against his knee again, her cheek pressed to the peak of it this time, head turned to the side. her fingertips blindly grazing against his in her lap, and her fingers twitch slightly at the feeling -- the only reason she doesn’t reach to intertwine them with his is because she consciously ( stubbornly, at that ) tells them not to. “but i’d like to believe that your version is true -- no shame in that, is there?” she smiles wistfully, eyes trained on the gray sky visible through the window across the room. “-----if i may recall when i told you your voice would be nice for reading poetry -- or a bedtime story,” she smiles for a moment -- she’s not completely sure if that actually happened, considering it happened while she was a bit plastered. “i’d like to test my theory sometime, if you don’t mind.”

#phoenix.#interactions.#ohoho! hello !

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PHOENIX.

his smile returned at the sound of her laugh and his mind was pulled from the needle that had just been in his arm — despite her question that came before. his response though was a roll of his eyes and he decided to shift toward her too, crossing one of his legs beneath the one that draped over the side of the bed. icy blues nearly meet their legs but then the poem is brought back up and he settles them on her hazel ones. still, he scooted a bit more comfortably on the bed, which resulted in moving just a little bit closer to her but he didn’t let it show that he noticed it. “elodie brings me the homework, you know. so i’m only caught up because i’ve got nothing else to do,” he rests his hands in his lap, eyes narrowing on her when his expression took to something a little more serene. “my thoughts —” a pause as he gathered them, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth pensively, “— it’s sublime. everything considered, it’s acknowledging that someone is beautiful without it necessarily taking a romantic or sexual turn. although, i don’t believe all that is ruled out.” then, with a small smile, he pushed himself back to where his pillows were and rested his back against the propped up mattress, folding his arms over his chest. “do you agree?” a cheeky grin replaces the gentle one, raising a hand to keep her from answering for a moment then he gave it a wave toward him. “i’ve got terrible hearing — it’s a result of my little ears — you may have to come closer if you want me to really hear you,” it was a lie and maybe it was so easy to see through, but he held his ground regardless.

-- SHE LETS OUT an airy laugh at his comment, and she supposes she’d do the same if she was holed up in bed with nothing else to do -- homework is no fun when there’s other things to worry about, but in cases like these, she assumes she’d rather be reading poems from the romantic era than doing absolutely nothing. “i agree,” she chimes after a moment of thought, though her eyebrows raise in curiosity when he moves to lean back. subconsciously, she’s somewhat drawn to lean forward, but she refrains -- still stubbornly denying the gravity he carries. his comment makes her roll her eyes, and she mouths a playful for god’s sake before giving him an incredulous look. “you can’t be serious,” she scoffs playfully, and for a moment, it seems like she’s unwilling to play along. but then she shifts, moving to sit on her knees instead, scooting a bit closer to him -- close enough to touch, close enough to see the glint in his eyes. “i think ---- and i’m not saying i believe this -- but i think there’s a possibility that someone could look at it from a sardonic perspective,” she tilts her head as she speaks, eyes drawn away from his to flicker over his facial features. a curious hand moves up to lightly toy with the collar of his t-shirt, picking at a few pieces of lint there — she’s not thinking about it too hard, not at all. “i think somebody could put it under a microscope, and say that byron is trying to poke fun at all of the other romantic writers — mocking their wistful language and whatnot.” her eyes flicker back up, then, meeting his eyes with a curious glint in her own. “i think he could possibly be saying that it’s all a sham — the beauty, the innocence of it all. it’s all just a daydream.” she smiles wistfully, leaning back a bit then and tilting her head, a few pieces of brown locks falling over her shoulder, shielding her face. “—-it’s interesting, isn’t it?”

#phoenix.#interactions.#oh! Hm!

nixcassidy·:

“you’ll get one. expect it the minute i get out of here, just don’t get mad if it’s one you already know — you’re difficult to read,” he chuckled but meant no harm by it, just expressing his curiosity that lingered about her, “you’ll still get a letter though— a list.” the way this conversation was going made things a bit more clear, she didn’t need to know that though, not yet anyway. the way they spoke to each other, to him at least, felt almost natural. the exception being the current for the mere fact that he wanted to focus on her hand in his — he wanted to study the lines on her palm by tracing the pattern with his fingertip. “lord byron,” he repeated after pulling himself from his study of the side of her face ( the color of her hair, the sharpness of her jaw, the soft pigment of her skin ), it only lasts until he feels the squeeze of her hand and he shifts his eyes back there again. “i like that one — that poem. especially … the alliteration and sibilant in the first stanza — of cloudless climes and starry skies —” his voice was soft and his head hovered closer to hers now, but it hung forward to avoid knowing just how close. his hand opened a bit, his thumb swiping the back of hers just before she spoke his name and pulled his eyes back in search of hers. the hopeful glint in his eyes was short lived when the nurse came in, that, on top of the hand that was no longer in his own, made him breathe out his disappointment of the interruption. slowly, he moved back to his original position and greeted the nurse, refusing to glance down at the needle. even just the idea of it made his face turn pale, but he kept a steady and calm appearance. his gaze never met hers while the nurse drew the blood, the silence in the room wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable — not to him at least — all it did was drag on how long it would be until he could hear her voice again. when the nurse did leave, he covered the small bandage with his hand ( to avoid looking at it ) and slowly returned his eyes on her, “—sorry. that’s about as entertaining at it gets in here though.”

-- THE THOUGHT of receiving a list of recommendations in the form of a letter makes a smile tug on her lips, wondering what she might find on it -- she assumes the ones he’s already mentioned before, like voltaire and rousseau, but she can’t help the curiosity about what smaller works he might include. her eyes flicker up to his when he quotes the poem, and she feigns a playful roll of her eyes -- of course he’s already read it. “sounds like you won’t have much trouble catching up,” she lets out a warm laugh, and she can feel how close his body is to her -- she hates to admit that she feels a bit cold when he moves away. she keeps her eyes trained on the floor in front of her as the nurse draws his blood -- she’s never been good with needles -- but her gaze hesitantly moves to look at his free hand resting palm-up on the bed. she inhales slowly, her own fingers twitching subconsciously as she thinks, for a moment, what it would be like to curl her pinky around his, and then maybe move to fill the spaces between his fingers with her own -- but right as her hand lifts from her lap to do just that, he moves to cover the bandage on his opposite arm, and she shakes the thought from her head as fast as she had come up with it. “people poking at you all day, hm?” she laughs quietly under her breath, pushing herself a bit further back on the bed so she can tuck her legs up and turn to face him, sitting cross-legged now. she settles in, then, trying her best not to acknowledge the way her leg rests against his. “----so, your thoughts on she walks in beauty,” she smiles, hoping it’s not too late to talk about the poem. “----which, by the way, we have to do an analysis assignment on it, but i’m sure you could get that excused, since, you know...” she motions to the room, a sheepish smile on her face.

#phoenix.#interactions.#hi jej !

PHOENIX.

the moments leading up to it were still relatively clear in his mind, it was exhilarating despite how it turned out. he remembered seeing her there, seeing his mom and bry and elodie. then he remembered the initial panic that flooded him before he fainted, straight to black and nothing actively playing in his mind while he was out. phoenix cassidy simply was, and then he wasn’t. “i know—" it was a a cautious response but it pertained to his own feelings of the moment, more so than to everyone else. he didn’t even think about what she must’ve felt — his mom, sure — though royal came first for the first time ever ( he was still trying to figure that one out, because there was a moment of tranquility when he met his brother’s identical blue hues ). he intended to continue with those words but decided to remain silent. there simply wasn’t enough energy in the male to continue discussing what happened, there was no changing the past anyway. “i’ll compile you a list of my favorites — maybe even outside of those two poets. novels as well — have plenty to lend,” there was a hint of excitement in his voice, a bright smile stretching his lips. sharing his favorite literary works had occurred very little before, so he couldn’t contain the little spark when discussing the topic. “this must be the first time i’ve ever done it — i’ve always been chivalrous with you, miss margot. you’ve got to stop making assumptions,” he teased, brow lifting and his eyes fighting to glance down at their hands when he felt her small fingers curl around his. if she noticed the red of his cheeks, he’d blame it on the temperature of the room — though it was definitely a lot cooler than he would have liked for that particular moment. “tell me something that’s certainly a lot more exciting than my day. other than when elodie stopped by to complete our x-men puzzle —” nix grinned from ear to ear, his eyes slowly lowering to their hands now. this time he inhaled a slow breath, assisted of course, and then he took a chance again by intertwining their hands completely, brows twitching as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling.

-- SHE SPENDS a few moments recalling the events of the game -- phoenix had been doing remarkably well before everything went downhill. she smiles sympathetically, wondering for a moment if his brother will try to use the whole incident against him, and she spends another second or two attempting to suppress the protective anger that flares up at the thought of that. “we could do a book exchange -- and if that’s the case, you owe me a book in exchange for that one,” she nods to the book on the nightstand, an intrigued grin on her face at the thought of new material to read. she doesn’t have much time to invest at the library, and not nearly enough money for a spree at the bookstore. their conversation feels a lot like a distraction at this point, and she does her best to keep her attention on the words he’s saying in order to keep it off their hands; she’s already flustered enough as it is. “as if you haven’t made countless assumptions about me,” she scoffs playfully, but it’s weak, void of the usual flame behind it as all of her focus is put into keeping any hint of redness off her cheeks ( which, evidently, isn’t working very well ). “well ---- i could tell you what you missed today in class ---- we went over a bit more of lord byron’s works, especially she walks in beauty,” she suggests, but her eyes follows his down to their hands, drawing in a slow breath as she gazes at them for a moment; his dwarf hers by a long shot, but she gives a tentative squeeze, noting the way her fingers press into the spaces between his knuckles. she falls silent for a moment, gathering her courage, and then ---- “phoenix------” she’s abruptly cut off by the door opening, her head quickly turning to see a nurse wheeling in a cart with all sorts of medical contraptions on it, chirping a greeting and something about blood work -- carefully, ( reluctantly, maybe ), she slips her hand from his, settling it in her lap instead and turning her eyes down to the floor in front of her.

#phoenix.#interactions.#what were u gon say goat ?#hm?

PHOENIX.

his breath catches in his throat when her choice of words carry without any hint of playfulness, it’s the reason he’s silent for a few moments — he’s waiting for something to accompany them to put any thought in his mind to rest. when it never comes, a very warm but small smile settles onto his lips. he considers saying something lighthearted to ease the other, but he’s left without any ideas — she finally left him speechless. his mouth opens as if he’s about to say something, but nothing ever comes out because there’s only one response that his mind could put together. so, before she has the chance to speak up again he looks to her looking at her skirt, “don’t need a document to tell me we see eye-to-eye about that.” his eyes then search the room, as they had done a hundred times before that, but she didn’t have to know — he needed a distraction too. “no time to curate a reading list while i was unconscious? doesn’t sound like me,” he wrinkled his nose and slowly brought his attention back to her, the shape of his lips taking something more playful. though, elodie didn’t take to his jokes too well earlier. “you’d have a whole squad of people taking care of you. i’m sure they’d even come up with a sweet little cheer too,” he chuckled, though he assumed he wasn’t far off with it. “—so would i. only i’d bring you works from poets like — edna st. vincent millay or robert frost,” his smile growing. nix pulled a leg up to cross beneath him and then shifted a bit more toward her, his head hanging to the side slightly. it was an impulsive move on his part, reaching forward to place a hand over hers, but he did it and it easily curled around hers. “i do appreciate you coming, you know. i just — didn’t think you would.”

-- IT’S ODD, the way their usual banter ceases for a moment -- she half-expects him to pick at her little mishap, and she’s partially relieved when he doesn’t. the air feels different, though -- they’re not competing for once, not grasping at any possible chance to poke fun at each other. his response puts a sheepish smile on her face, and she pretends to be pre-occupied by her nails in an attempt to hide it. “it was scary, you know,” she glances over at him, a sympathetic furrow to her brow as she recalls the minutes following his collapse. “i ----- everyone was freaking out.” she decides not to mention whether or not she’s part of that everyone, leaving him to make his own assumptions. she smiles at the sentiment of her cheer team coming to visit her -- she’s not sure if they would, really, especially all at once, but she appreciates the idea of it. “i’ve only read ashes of life from millay and a handful of frost’s most popular works, so any suggestions would be welcome -- even if i’m not holed up in a hospital bed,” she laughs sympathetically, picking idly at a loose thread in her skirt -- she hadn’t even realized she was doing it, honestly, until his hand came into view and settled over hers. her breath stuttered a bit, goosebumps rising on her skin, but she stayed in her place, eyes flickering curiously over the veins and tendons in the back of his hand -- the intricacies of his fingers. she thought, momentarily, that if she could draw, she might like to sit down and draw his hands. “you’ve got to stop underestimating me, phoenix,” she laughs airily, using her words as a short-lived distraction from the way she carefully turns her hand over, fingers tentatively curling into the space between his thumb and forefinger. technically, they’re holding hands -- but she tries not to think about it too much.

#phoenix.#interactions.#hi jeje !#big soft tonite huh

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PHOENIX.

the way she reacted to his hand made his eyes widen a bit, he just wasn’t expecting it. maybe it was best he didn’t do that again without a bit more of a warning? — or at all. now he was just overthinking it, so he decided to brush it off like it hadn’t happened at all. “really?” nix asked in disbelief, he didn’t think many people knew his name — other than the one he wore on the back of his jersey. even then it wasn’t his own, because royal wore it first — he always got what he wanted, which was also why he assumed he wasn’t well known. then, the thought shifted into something more and he rolled his eyes at it, “they probably think the other cassidy is the one in here.” but regardless, he still reaches out and takes the card because he’s curious to see what’s written. especially if it really was all for him — but again, he’d save it for later and with that he set it atop the book. “ah, right,” he chuckled and then motioned for her to sit down, he had motioned to the spot beside him but tried to make it as subtle as he could. “didn’t want to write me a little love note? what — did ‘ya just wanna say it to my face? cause i’m all ears,” nix smirked and then sat back a bit, removing the tubing that sent oxygen into his nose so that he could sit more comfortably. “you didn’t have to bring all this stuff, you know. would’ve been completely fine with just you.”

— SHE NEARLY MISSES the way he motions for her to sit down, her eyes flickering between his face and the spot beside him. after a moment of thought, wondering whether or not he meant for her to sit, she decides they’ve seen enough of each other to be able to sit next to him comfortably. she drops her backpack off her shoulder to catch it with her hand, setting it delicately at the end of the bed while she turns to sit beside him. “absolutely not — i just didn’t have the time,” it’s a lie, and it’s accompanied by a playful roll of her eyes, but the diffident smile on her face remains anyway. “although, i suppose it makes sense — i can’t risk putting it in writing that i’m quite fond of you,” she laughs quietly, glancing over at him before she realizes the implications of her words — she meant for it to be theoretical, that she’s fond of him and all, but the way it came out was MUCH too genuine to take it back at this point. hazel eyes flicker down to her lap in a split second of panic, nimble fingers skittishly toying with the hem of her skirt to occupy herself. “i figured you didn’t have the time to curate a reading list before they took you here, and i’m sure you have plenty of time to pass,” she shrugs, glancing up at him for a mere moment before her gaze returns to her hands in her lap. “——i’d want someone to do the same for me if i were in bad shape, so…”

#phoenix.#interactions.

📲 not the GOAT.

bryce: he speaks very loudly sometimes

bryce: same thing

bryce: 20+20=40 its basic math

bryce: more than you do obviously

margot: he does, yes

margot: have you heard him sing?

margot: bryce its a fraction. and even then it’s not even a fraction, it’s a ratio

margot: ok well what am i missing

📲 not the GOAT.

bryce: yeah thats what i said

bryce: i mean he talks a lot

bryce: btu i have eyes

bryce: 40 vision

bryce: and i see. things

margot: i...

margot: he seems softspoken to me

margot: 20/20 vision, bryce. not 40

margot: what do you see with your 40 vision, huh?

📲 not the GOAT.

bryce: marriage is happening, actually

bryce: i doubt that margot

bryce: i can read people good

margot: interesting!

margot: you mean you can read people well?

margot: why are you even asking? does he talk about me or something?

#yea margot #bc that would be SO annoying right #if he talked abt you

📲 not the GOAT.

bryce: swear that im adorable? elodie beat you to it

bryce: uh

bryce: duh

margot: you two are disgusting. please never break up

margot: there's nothing between us

margot: i despise him actually

#phone.#bryce.

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nixcassidy·:

ice blue eyes studied the petite female as she moved toward him, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth — not in admiration ( not entirely anyway ). curiosity played in his stare as well, something about the way she appeared in the door, the look on her face, the forceful push of the door — it raised his suspicion a bit. although, perhaps all that he could blame it on was the environment they were in. it always seemed to bring down a person’s mood regardless of their reasoning for being there. “for the last time? glad to know you’ll stop denying it after this exchange here,” the way he spoke to her matched the tenderness that radiated from her, and he was caught staring up at her eyes — they were entrancing, enough so that anyone who looked into them could so easily be lost. when the book was held out to him, he realized that he had been but he didn’t try to hide it, it brought a delighted smile to his mouth. “a collection of kafka’s best works? you trying to romance me, margot? this your way to one up that rose from halloween? clever—” he pursed his lips then, though, it didn’t suppress the smile on his lips. he settled the book in his lap, eyeing how used it was — this was one of her books. “thank you,” he added after a moment flipping through the pages, moving the book to the table beside his bed and returning his eyes to hers ( for as long as she’d let him ). the question about how he was made him inhale a deep breath, turning his attention elsewhere for several moments and trying to develop an answer that was suitable for her. “i could tell you i’m fine, couldn’t i? seems pointless to even try with you though,” he reached a hand forward to tuck back a piece of her hair, letting his fingertips brush over her cheek before folding his hands in his lap. “i’ll be okay.”

-- SHE LAUGHS when he makes it evident that the nickname has already stuck, and despite how much she wants to protest, she knows he won’t stop -- she might as well try to get used to it. ( she doesn’t like it, though -- she’s very adamant about that. ) she holds his gaze just this once; it’d be rude to be as dodgy as she usually is when he’s in such bad shape, she tells herself. it’s NOT because she finds his eyes particularly beguiling, which, IF that were the case, would be impressive considering the terrible, headache-inducing fluorescent lights in the room -- how did they manage to remain such a perfect, glacial blue in such awful lighting? she’s perplexed about it, is all -- not mesmerized or captivated or anything. “considering kafka is the father of magical realism, it’s appropriate of me to say in your dreams.” she grins, then, watching him as he moved to place the book aside with careful, tentative eyes, even when he looks away for a few moments. his comment puts a sad, sympathetic smile on her face, but his touch startles her, causing her to jump slightly before she settles into it, her smile turning apologetic for a moment for her skittish nature. “everybody’s worried about you,” her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “the other girls -- they asked me to give you this.” she’s nonchalant as she pulls a card out of her backpack, decorated with at least a dozen names and short messages from the rest of the cheerleaders, and holds it out to him. “a few of them fancy you, if you can’t tell from their messages.” she lets out a sheepish laugh as she nods to the card -- a few of the names are accompanied by full paragraphs rather than short well wishes. “i was going to sign it, but ---- well ------ i’m here, aren’t i?”

#phoenix.#interactions.#margot: i DONT like him #margot: his eyes ????? r?? so pretty.....

ROYAL.

❛ why does everyone keep fucking asking me how he’s doing ? ❜ he groaned as he walked into the coffee shop across the street from the hospital talking to no one in particular. he’d made it all the way to the lobby before turning back. fuck that guy. he wanted nothing to do with him and he’d made that clear over the last eighteen years. he’s not my brother.

-- “BECAUSE HE’S YOUR BROTHER,” her head lifts as she hears a familiar voice, and there’s a small wave of trepidation that comes with it. she doesn’t hate royal, not the way phoenix does, at least -- but he’s not her favorite cassidy, that’s all. “----have you even visited him? it’d be kind of a dick move to flake on your own brother while he’s in the hospital.”

#royal.#interactions.#hi weach #<3

PHOENIX.

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seeing her standing in the doorway brought a smile to his lips, regardless of how quickly it faded. he wasn’t in the best shape and having her see him like that embarrassed him a bit, but everything about it was so confusing. because despite how much having her there sent him into a panic, it also relaxed him. still, he felt the need to hide that from her and shaped the smile into a playful grin. “was wondering when you were going to stop by, princess,” he chuckled and slowly moved to sit on the edge of his bed — he had long since switched into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, which made the entire experience a bit more comfortable. “my life has been a complete bore without you around.”

— AFTER HER LITTLE INTERACTION in the hallway with acacia, she’s quite clearly flustered, to the point where she has to stop outside phoenix’s room to collect herself, smoothing out her clothes and checking her reflection in the window next to the door. she lets out a slow sigh, puffing her cheeks out as she paces in a small circle — why is she so worked up about this? before she can let herself back out, she hikes her backpack up on her shoulder a bit further and turns the door handle, barging in probably a bit too aggressively. she flushes instantly when she sees that he’s awake, and a quick glance over her shoulder reveals to her that he could definitely see her grooming herself through the window — but she shoves those thoughts aside in favor of approaching him with a diffident smile. “for the last time — i’m NOT a princess,” she does her best to feign annoyance, but it fades quickly into something fonder as she stands in front of him. the comment brings a quiet laugh out of her, and she pulls her bag around to her front to unzip it. “i brought you something to read,” she fishes around in the backpack for a moment before she pulls out a good-sized book, a bit worn around the corners and heavily creased in the spine — clearly well-read. “all of kafka’s best novellas and short stories in one place.” she holds it out to him, and there’s something a bit nervous about it — afraid he might not be interested, maybe. “———how are you feeling…?”

#phoenix.#interactions.#dis too long i apologive

📲 not the GOAT.

bryce: adorable was mis spelt there

bryce: ???

bryce: did you guys like hold hands yet or what

margot: i swear

margot: hold hands?

margot: do you think there's something between him and i?

#bryce.#phone.#margot is Worm ?

📲 not the GOAT.

bryce: its called phonetics look it up

bryce: yes

bryce: and?

bryce: and what happened??????

margot: you are insufferable

margot: ?????

margot: he's ??? fine???

margot: i checked up on him and we talked a bit and then i left, that's all

#bryce.#phone.

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♥, ♫, ▲ ( nix ... ohp ! )

♥ – a romantic hug

– “BABY!” she forces a delighted giggle out as she runs up to him, throwing her arms around his neck and hiding her face in his shoulder. once it’s there, her smile falls to something much less excitable – she hopes he can’t feel the way she’s shaking. “i missed you,” she pulls away, then, her hands moving to rest on his upper arms, meeting his eyes. she prays to every god there is that he can see what she’s trying to say in her own – help me, please help me, please play along. “——so much.” she glances over her shoulder, and she momentarily catches the eye of the person she’s so afraid of, quickly tearing her gaze away to look back up at phoenix. she moves one of her hands to rest on the side of his face, forcing another smile, but she’s cracking – it’s forced, and her hand trembles against his skin. “how was —- how was your, um —–” she inhales shakily, glancing over her shoulder again. she just barely catches the back of a hoodie-clad head as he storms away, out the front doors of the school. she takes a deep, tremored breath as she quickly pulls herself away from phoenix, hurriedly smoothing out the front of her skirt. she takes one last look – he’s gone, and the hallway is clearing out as the first classes of the day settle in. “he was following me – the whole walk to school, he followed me,” it’s short and curt, the way she says it. there’s a subtle waver to it, like she’s not quite over it, like she’s still a bit shaken, but she hides it with a laugh. “i —– it’s, um —- thank you.” she nods, then, swallowing thickly as she turns on her heel and hurries off to class.

#phoenix.#memes.#stalking tw #? slightly #just some fishy business #hi jeje <3

📲 not the GOAT.

bryce: pheonix is my brother

bryce: yes

bryce: and?

margot: you can't even spell his name right

margot: did you just "yes and" me? OUTSIDE of an improv context?

margot: and? and what?

#bryce.#phone.

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