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JD •:

The stare that meets her is one as sweet as an apple, but as bitter as cyanide. ━ such a blow to his pride, wasn’t it? to knowingly be called out. ; but anger isn’t what greets her, only his smile turning toothy as playful relenting tinges his eyes, crinkled in the not-quite-right way with it. ━━━ he can feel the way the pain of that haven he seeks throbs behind his eyes, in the sides of his skull, in the bridge of his nose, but he was always so good at taking pain ; agony, and moving forward even so. JD was the kind of boy you could imagine taking a bullet and continuing to limp his way to revenge or survival, whichever kept him down first.

“ I know, I just don’t care. Why bother with rules, when I’m willing to bet my left hand neither of us care enough to enforce ‘em? More fun in the back & forth. “ he responds coolly, you can hear him playing with the slushie, the sound of the straw idly crushing against the ice, cutting through it. usually, by now, he’d have half of it gone, but … well, he just can’t keep his attention off her. he thought of her like how he can only imagine Adam thought of Eve ; beautiful in the harvest of imperfection & unrealized vain sin. Perfect in the way perfect wasn’t, but could be. Made just the same as he, & he continued, ever so faithful, to watch as she burned like a red-hot star, watching as she consumed anything in her path in that quiet kind of way, ━━━ the way men uproot fields in autumn as the heat dies, and hands only soft for one, and one alone. carbonized scales & the space missing in the tree, he loved her.

“ Mmm. Not bad choices. “ you can hear the approval in his voice. “ I always pegged you for the grape type. Maybe watermelon, depending on the day. “

EGGSMUSES •:

&&. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 . #ﾞ ᴠ ——— ❝ Hm , alright Mr . No Rules . I’ll bite . ❞ She chooses to entertain JD’s perception . If only now Sawyer would see the red flags despite the teenage dream , despite the effort to rue the day and rebel against authority . For anyone , this is how it is to be seventeen , but alongside Jason ...

Well , who has time to see the world outside of rose - tinted glasses ? This was her years –- the best years of her life , adults argued –- and Ronnie would be damned to not spend them alongside her beloved . Through every promise broken or not , she would fight for him &&. for their love to be true one day . They would wed upon a hill in a modest ceremony closed from outside . The two would be in their own world where they could be king and queen , where they were free to be united as one and nobody could intervene there . No Heathers , no football stars , no ... best friends . Just the two of them . In their castle . Loving one another without requisite or deadline –- forever .

❝ Grape and watermelon are favourites too , but I like to counter you in colour . ❞ Veronica grants a swirl of her slushie in return as if sending a secret morse code that only the two of them understood . Only Jason would understand what she meant with each step through flavoured snow of her straw . ❝ But bubblegum pops in the mouth just like the real thing &&. raspberry is easily my top flavour . I’m a bit of a connoisseur in the frozen drinks department myself . ❞ She jeers as if being versed on her limited tastes would be enough to impress him . God , it probably was , she’s an angel in moonlight to him –- she is the coffin for JD’s bones as she drains him of all he can give like that of a hell - born . She’s both God’s right hand and the fallen morning star . But no matter which hand she played , Jason would be the counter much like their drinks right now . Separate , they were primary –- singular . But together , they were secondary , twice , purple . They would build worlds &&. suns &&. destroy them .

❝ My turn then . Who’s your favourite person besides me ? Asking for science . ❞

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 one to be entangled in trouble , or to even end up in low - end shops hunting down 7 / 11 slushies in their most purest , icy form . She’d never wanted that cheap crap , but as of late … it’s all she could think about .

Ronnie currently leaned against the wall of the 7 / 11 , pressing her shoe soles flat against the supporting backdrop as she pulls down her polarised sunglasses . In one hand , a blue slushie , in the other a red . Slyly , she gives the cups a quick shake .

#ﾞ ᴠ ——— ❝ I have laced one of these slushies with rat poison and intend to kill one of us like Romeo and Juliet . Unfortunately I forgot which one it was , so pick your poison , Jason . ❞ She comments to the approaching classmate with combated snickers . She clearly hadn’t , but it was the thought that counts . ❝ This isn’t what I expected when you asked for a date . ❞

@quillheel liked for a Veronica starter !