#// we gotta love the unifying strength that comes from being the weird kids

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⚔️ @weirdmoon‘s Virote said :

❝Andreas. Agent Sanchez, why must you lie? Why must you? I'm a big boy, I can handle the truth... It won't hurt my feelings. I had weird hair and braces, dressed like a screamo band reject, was 4'9", I legit didn't have a single friend. Well, I had one. AND, the athletes used to hit me with stuff.❞ You could almost hear his abandoned Brokencyde CD blaring from the little flipbook of photos on the table. A horrible, autotuned cacophony of the lyrics ♫ now drop it and go shake that ass I wanna see you make it clap like clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. ♫

Not his proudest days ( though, if we’re being real, the present don’t fall under his proudest days, either. ) ❝I think the worst part is that I haven't really changed. You know, despite the, uh... All the Vinewood stuff. I really am still just that kid that was really lost and never fit in. Though, that just might be the bullying hurting me deeper than I imagined. Anyway, what were you like? Like, as a teen? I was always so busy... I had my hands in everything. Music, dancing, academics, art. All of it. I bet you were a bookworm, huh? I bet you were a real heartbreaker, too.❞

Andreas shrugged at the question a bit, hesitant to answer. It neer ceased to amaze him how much in common the two of them had when it came to certain things. Yet what very different people they’d become as a result of their experiences. The recollection of a difficult time in high school rife with bullying and a constant sense of dread and isolation took him back to times he didn’t like to think about all that much. “No, no. I didn’t uh... I didn’t get into art until later in life. I just focused on academics - and no one really liked me.”

“I guess I was the same way, kind of. I was considered one of the weird kids. I had an accent and I barely knew English so I just never talked, and I brought weird food that the other kids had never seen, like tamales and burritos and authentic tacos - not like whatever they served on Tuesdays. And to them, my music was weird. I didn’t have many friends and the ones I did have went all in on the Vagos lifestyle by the time we hit high school. All I remember from that period of my life was that my grades were good and I’d learned how to hide my accent.” He laughed wryly. “I regret doing that, you know. I look back on it and I think to myself how little actually mattered. I shouldn’t have cared what people thought and just been honest with myself. But I get it. When you’re a kid and you feel lost and out of place, you get desperate looking for people to relate to. So, you make yourself relatable, even if it means sacrificing what you love and not being able to recognize your reflection anymore. I let other people’s perceptions of me turn me into a quiet, shy guy and years later I’m still dealing with it.”

He sighed and shrugged again, seemingly disappointed with himself. “It wasn’t all bad though. It made breaking away from the Vagos a lot cleaner and easier.”