#going on vacation for the week and didnt wanna leave you hanging

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for Friends to Lovers with Rodrick Heffley

Rodrick Heffley x reader

warnings: mentions of a bad home life

a/n: YALL I FUVKING DID IT AND IM TERRIFIED OF THE REPERCUSSIONS

prompt: y/n and rodrick have been friends for a long time, so long boundaries seem to be blurred

you’ve actually known rodrick since elementary school

it all started when he asked you to join his band

“i can play drums, you can play the tambourine because that’s the only other instrument i have! it’ll be wicked!”

your band lasted a week and only had one gig, it was for rodrick’s parents

who LOVED you by the way

they somehow permitted you to sleepover almost every other day, you practically lived at their house

FOR YEARS you did this

terrorizing lil greg

“what’s he gonna do, pee his diaper?”

“rodrick!!!”

always trick or treating together, exchanging candy when you got back go his house (or occasionally yours)

you guys didnt like hanging at your house, your parents were kind of....a lot to handle

starting middle school together, wreaking havoc on all the teachers

rodrick did it to impress you, according to mr. and mrs. heffley

but he’d give you a stupid little smirk from across the classroom after he got scolded so you believed them

whenever anyone gave you shit at school, rodrick wouldn’t hesitate to step in and show them who’s boss

“rodrick, you’re gonna get detention again!”

“yeah, well, i’m not gonna let them be mean to you”

you went to his house after school most days, sometimes you’d get there first while he was in detention

mrs. heffley had after school snacks

“y/n, why don’t you play some video games with greg while you wait for rodrick to get home?”

playing wii sports with greg, who cried when you won

you also had time to do homework while you waited, rodrick usually copied afterwards

when rodrick came home, he’d drag you to the garage to show you his drum skills

he hit himself in the head with his drumstick

“ooh, that’s gonna leave a mark”

next step was high school, which was a weird step up

but you guys had each other

you still spent most nights at the heffley residence, but you had to sleep on the couch instead of on the floor in the attic (aka rodricks lair)

“you two are growing up, so we think it’s best that you don’t sleep in the same room together, right?”

rodrick emptied one of his drawers for you to put your clothes in

but you still end up stealing his clothes half the time

“i wish i could be mad, but you wear all of my clothes better than me”

subconsciously doing couple-y things without realizing it

like rodrick would pull you closer to him when you two were together, put his arm around you, give you his jacket, etc

“are you guys serious? you’ve got to be dating!” -everyone

“rodrick, when are you and y/n going to get together?” -mr. and mrs. heffley

the answer was always the same: “we’re just friendssssss”

watching his band practice and cheering him on no matter what

you’re his guest vocals ☺️

when he got the van, it was a whole new world for you guys

you could go out wherever whenever

(with parent approval usually)

“wanna go ride around for a little while? hit a gas station and get a bunch of candy?”

“do you even have to ask?”

watching scary movies in his room

“platonic” cuddling in his bed

stuffing your face in the crook of his neck during scary scenes

“come on, y/n! it’s not that bad!”

him having to hold onto you for comfort so you’d keep watching with him

sometimes falling asleep together and his mom or dad coming to check on you later

“alright, time for bed! y/n, you get your usual couch...”

laughing your ass off at rodrick when he messes with greg

manny loves you, sometimes rodrick is jealous of the attention you give to his baby brother instead of him

rodrick scooping you up in his arms when you least expect it, never fails to make you scream

“hey there, hot stuff”

“you’re impossible!”

roller skating together, he held your hand the whole time bc he was worried you’d fall

his friends ENDLESSLY taunt him over your relationship

when he makes plans with others, he always says “let me ask y/n first” which just SENDS his friends oh my god

“dude, that’s your s/o!”

“no, they’re not! shut up!”

hating being apart a lot its so stressful

sometimes you’d have a pretty hard time at home and show up to his house at odd hours, but you were always welcome

you have your own key

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“my parents...they’re just the worst”

rodrick knows its bad when you start crying

he took you up to his room and played some music (quietly as not to wake the house)

you laid on top of him while he rubbed your back and told you that he was there for you

dozing off on him, as per usual

dude, the amount of pictures you have? astronomical

you playing his drums, the two of you going 🤘, an actual nice picture of you guys, him carrying you on his back, kiddos on your first day of school by year, you kissing his cheek “platonically”

comforting him when he was having his own hard times, whether it be an argument with his parents/greg, difficulties with musical inspiration, or anything else

“come here, you need a hug”

“i need several”

“you’ll get ‘em”

talent show! talent show! talent show!

you completely cussed out the rest of his band before they went on bc they had the audacity to replace him

but greg managed to save the day

“greg, my dude, give me a high five, that was awesome”

he wasn’t actually half bad but like, his mom kinda stole the show

more joyrides in the van

absolutely BLASTING the music in there while you and rodrick sat on the floor in the back and ate the taco bell you’d just picked up

“dude, you gotta try my potato griller, it’s a godsend”

“okay, but try this slushie, its so good. i mean, not as good as a 7-eleven slushie, but it’s up there”

finishing your food and laying in the van for another hour bc you just loved each other’s company

but after sitting together alone for so long, you felt like there was something left to do, what was it?

you and rodrick were moving around a bunch and ended up next to each other sitting against the wall of the van

you looked over at each other and hesitated before leaning in to kiss

and you guys kissed for a while

okay, so, you made out on the floor of his van with led zeppelin playing in the background

✨magical✨

it wasn’t awkward or anything, just long overdue

okay it was a little awkward actually

“well, that was” *clears throat* “that was cool or whatever”

“yeah...wanna do it again?”

“oh, for sure”

not like it was a surprise to anyone when you announced you were FINALLY dating

“wait, you guys just started dating? i thought you’d been together for like, at least 5 years” -mr. heffley

“this is great! obviously, we’ll need to set up some boundaries so that everyone is comfortable and safe, but yay for young love!” -mrs. heffley

“gross” -greg

mrs. heffley wrote a column in the newspaper about you titled “my teenage son’s fantastic significant other”

not much changed after you and rodrick got together, just kissing, “i love you’s” and more teasing from friends and school faculty

“we were all rooting for you two, actually!” -the teachers

summer vacation with him

it was always SWEET

going to the pool together, he’d usually lay out on the chairs with you but you were able to drag him into the pool a few times

“come onnnn, it’ll be funnnn”

“you’re lucky you’re cute”

hugs from behind!!! kisses on the top of ur head!!!!

PROM AH HAH HAH

seeing rodrick in a tux was too funny for you, you almost couldn’t stop laughing (especially at the eyeliner he insisted on wearing)

but he just couldn’t stop staring at you

“rodrick!”

“what?! you’re stunning!”

honestly, prom wasn’t all it was cracked up to be

you danced like maniacs for a few songs and ended up ditching early on

but you did end up renting a bunch of movies and getting tonssss of snacks and changing into pajamas as soon as you got to his house

im talking popcorn, candy bars, ice cream, cans of pop, chips, chicken nuggets and so on

and also passing out on each other

“i think i love you a little more, i didn’t know that was possible”

“i have that effect on people”

he makes u breakfast before his mom gets the chance though

“pancakes? for me?”

“i put chocolate chips in them too, you’re gonna love them”

(they were a lil bit burned, still good tho)

you guys really did just spot on get each other

okay but i know you also roast each other sometimes so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

relationship goals, honestly

fresh outta ideas 🤠 goodnight

[bakulova]

Being Soulmates would Include...

Young!Carol Denning X Reader. 

Hope you enjoy!

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You had found each other when you were at school and she caught a glance at you and her world burst into color. You were putting textbooks away in your locker, minding your own business, a couple of friends walking up and saying hello. She waited till they left and marched up to you dragging you out of the school to somewhere no one can see you. “What’s your name?” You stare at her for a few seconds confused “Y/n...You?” “Carol” you both stand there for a few minutes then you realize that you can see the color of her clothes and the sky. “HOLY SHIT” you jump away from her spin around looking at the colors “COLORS” while looking around Carol lips turn up and she pulls you back towards her “W-we’re soulmates?” She nods nervously “Do... do you not want me?” She backs away, You realized that she was also probably freaked out “I do, trust me I do!’ you pull her towards you. You hold her hands “You wanna come over to my house after school so we can talk more about this?” she looks around “sure”. For the rest of the day, you can see her lurking around you waiting. 

After the first encounter she gets more attached even though she knows she shouldn’t she just cant help it. Every morning she comes and picks you up and you both go to school and every day she drives you back home and she spends time with you in your room doing homework and maybe learning more about each other. She hates leaving but you always tell her that she’ll see you tomorrow. The first time you left for a little family vacation she got all pissy. “why can’t you stay...” You chuckle “ it’s only for a week Carol you can last a week without me” “No I can’t” You shake your head and continue packing. When it gets time to actually leave to the great ol Florida she gets all huffy. “Carol calm down” “No... you can’t just leave...” You laugh and pull her into a hug “Carol...” You pull away and hold her face and she just pouts. “how about I give you a kiss and a scrunchie so you can remember me for now?” she thinks about it for a minute glaring at you “I want the one your wearing right now” You pull it out of your hair and give it to her “AND my kiss lady!” she hisses, you bust out laughing and give her a quick kiss. “Now lets go before you camp in my room.”  she gets in her car and goes home for the week. 

She comes to you when something happens at home. She tries not to yell at you and let the anger get the best of her. When she is angry she’ll either call your house phone or storm over and cry in your arms. You hear the phone ringing, you hurry over and pick it up “hello?” “Y/n” you can immediately tell she’s trying to keep it together. “Hey why don’t you come over?” She didn’t even respond she just hangs up. You silently put the phone back worried that now she was mad at you or something. You look at mom “I don’t know what just happened...” your mom looks up from her book “y/n whats going on between you two? It doesnt seem like your just friends?” You freeze “Mom really?” She shrugs “hey I won’t judge hard.” You deadpan “she’s my soulmate” you mom nods like she didn’t hear you “I said she’s my soulmate lady” “I know lady” she sassed back “She’s mad” She looked up from her book “Why” you shrug “family problems? Me? I dont know” “Well maybe she just needs alone time and calling you just didnt make her feel better.” You scoff “yeah sure.” You go back to your room and an hour later a knock on your door broke you from drawing whatever came to your mind. “Yes?” You get up and open the door to see Carol standing there blotchy and red. “Care...” she pulls you into a hug and burries herself in your neck “please hold me” she whispered. You pull her into your room and bring her to your bed and push her on it. “Lets cuddle yeah?” She nods and get comfy under the blanket and reaches for you. You smile and kiss her nose “I love you carol” she takes a deep breath “really?” You stare for a second “of course, your amazing and I can’t think of a time i was better without you, you complete me poopy head” she smiles and kisses your cheeks. “I’m not a poopy head” you chuckle and pull her closer “sure” you drag out the ending. “Shut up asshole” “Hey do you erm.. wanna talk about earlier or no?” She sighs into your neck “Not right now” “ok” you give her a kiss on the forhead and snuggle to sleep.

When she’s mad at you oof thats a whole different person all right. “Carol come on” “Fuck.You.” You sigh “I didn’t know” “You did. Don’t act like you didn’t” “He was all over you!” “No he wasn’t you sat you ass between us” “BECAUSE HE WAS ALL OVER YOU” she was finally at her breaking point. “I will kill that mother fucker” she tries to walk past you but you don’t let her. “Care come on” she tries to push you away but you dont let her. “Stop...” she continues to thrash around “STOP” she finally stops and looks down embarrassed. “Carol-“ you look at your feet “maybe you need to go home for now and cool down” she shakes her head “no no no no no please y/n” “ Carol I’m not ending this. Just go home and sleep and relax” she cups your face “I can only do that here please please please” you look her in the eye “Carol come on go.” You softly whisper and pull her hands from your face “You can come back soon just take some time for yourself I’ll wait” she stares at for a while longer and get her stuff and walks past you. Before she leaves you grab her arm and pull her in for a quick kiss “I love you alright” she nods “I love you too...” she goes in for another, you of course let her. “I’ll see you tomorrow” you nod “tomorrow”.

You guys sometimes question soulmate thing. But not in a negative way just in a questioning way. Why does it happen? Can there be soulmate in different universe who will never meet eachother you know the goodies. You guys pretend that you both know what your talking about. Its always when your about to sleep or when cuddling or doin homework.

She also likes to get candy and share it with you. “Hey look i got new jawbreakers!” She gives you one and she pops one into her mouth “mm this ones good” you nod “really?” You sit up from laying on the floor and pop the one she gave you in your mouth “ooo it is good!” She laughs and pulls out her notebook to draw.

I also see her as someone who stares at their s/o a lot. You could be doing chores and she’d just stare lovingly. “Carol... what is so loving of me cleaning a toilet?” She shrugs “I don’t know but you look really cute.” You roll your eyes “why don’t you help me asshole!” “My arms are suddenly broken...” you glare and she looks around avoiding your eyes. “Ass-cunt” she laughs “ooo is that a new insult?” You nod and laugh “hell yeah!”

She doesnt really share much on her homelife beside the fact that she hates them. She doesnt want you worrying your pretty little head. “Carol this doesnt make sense I share my problems all the time” “Easier for you I guess good job want a gold medal?” You groan she smirks and drags you down and starts tickling you. “HEY NO THIS IS ABOUT YOU NOT ME” you scream. “SHUT UP Y/N” your mom yells. “Yeah carol shut up” she smirks “no pretty sure that was your name.” You pout and ignore which we all know she does not like when people ignore her. Ecspecially her soulmate so of course she bothers you till you cant ignore her. Pokes, tickles you name it she has done it. All for you to notice her. You try to leave to get more snacks and she just wont let you. “Give me attention” you try not to smile. She tries to keep you in by pulling you from behind “stay!” You sigh, turn around and give her a big kiss and pull her arms from you and run away. “Thanks HA!” She gasps and chases after you “you freakin cheater come back!” ——————————————————————

All in all things going good on the soulmate side of not being in prison. May do one where you guys are actually in prison and find out your soulmates for both present and young maybe 👀.

[dreamcatcherjiah]

Hey lovely i realised you were taking requests still...i have a bit of a dramatic one so i dont mind if you dont wanna do it so i have anxiety and depression and when i am feeling really down i sometimes dont answer my phone there was a situation where i was overseas for work and bc of being far away from my bf i got rly depressed and didnt answer my phone and he panicked and nearly flew out to me would you mind recreating that situation with yoongi (seeing he deals with mental illness too)?

Hello love!! Thank you for requesting 💖 For this drabble I’ve drawn from personal experience of how I felt a while ago, so if this is not what you had in mind I'm sorry love. If you feel the need to talk to anyone, please reach out to me, I can be a listening ear or just be there 🥺💖

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY

When your boss told you about the business trip to Germany you were so excited you immediately texted Yoongi. This was a huge opportunity for you, enough to shake you out of the new slump you had found yourself in. The trip in and on itself was a piece of cake. You would fly out to Germany a Sunday to be there by Monday, manage a couple of new transactions and write a report for the CEO and fly back by Friday. Simple. Yoongi was ecstatic, so happy about this new opportunity that he couldn’t stop bragging about his wonderful girlfriend who had been promoted and would be travelling the world in no time.

This bragging was endearing and so you had been telling yourself since you told him the news; the problem was that you couldn’t help the tingling at the back of your head telling you that spending time away from him wasn’t what you wanted. You already spent a huge amount of time away from each other when he was on tour, but now you were the one flying away from him, alone, to a foreign country. You didn’t even want to start thinking about how much you would miss him, even less the whole week you would be sleeping alone in a strange hotel room. 

Busy with packing and organising documents you just set your phone in the kitchen table and went about your apartment picking things here and there, double and triple-checking if you had everything you would need. Your laptop and phone were inside your little carry on bag and so was your phone charger. The one you couldn’t find was the laptop’s. You put everything upside down looking for it, looking even under the bed, only to find it rolled and tucked in a corner of your suitcase. The sunglasses were in your bag, so was your lip gloss and your purse, all your credit cards and your ID, your passport. You were double-checking everything again when you heard the code being punched in the keypad. Waiting just a little longer, you heard the pit-pat of Yoongi’s feet against the floor getting closer and closer to your room. 

“I should have known you were packing,” he said, hugging you and leaving a soft kiss to your cheek, “you weren’t answering your phone.”

Giving him a guilty look you apologised for worrying him and kept on packing while he showered. That night you were laying awake waiting for the alarm to ring while Yoongi snored away on the other side of the bed. You would miss him so much, his soft snores and the little pout he made when he slept deeply. Noticing the numbness enveloping your head again, you turned your whole body and buried your head in Yoongi’s chest. He was the best buffer against your darkest moments. 

Before going to the airport and against Yoongi’s moaning — “you have checked this already a hundred times, love.” — you checked everything again, turning off the electrical appliances and closing all the taps. You were really bad at saying goodbye and your boyfriend did know that. With a sweet kiss and several whispered I love you’s you took the taxi to the airport and silenced the tiny voice in your head that was trying to list every single thing that could go wrong. 

Conference after conference you noticed how your brain got slower. You were alone all the time while you managed to do your job by keeping yourself busy and not thinking much. You arrived at your hotel so late at night that the only thing you had the strength to do was showering and dropping on the bed to try and get some sleep. 

You were missing Yoongi so much it physically hurt but you didn’t want to call him. He was three times as busy as you were, even forgetting to eat or sleep if he got too hooked in producing a song. Calling him and telling him you were feeling numb again and that you wanted to hold him and never let go would only worry him. When he called there were two possible scenarios; you either felt guilty for not picking up and worrying him further, or you felt a sudden rush of tears filling your eyes seeing how you longed for him to be there with you. The slower the days passed, the stronger the urge to bury yourself amongst the blankets in the hotel bed and sleep grew. By Wednesday it took you nearly half an hour to convince yourself to pull your body out of the bed. Yoongi had given up calling and started flooding your phone with texts since he woke up until he finally fell asleep quite later than recommended. You were making him worry and that made you feel worse. 

You found yourself getting distracted from the most insignificant task with memories from the first days of your relationship, how shy Yoongi was and how he wouldn’t call you after a day afraid that he was being pushy. The day he had opened up to you about how he felt and you both cried when you found out you had more things in common than met the eye.  On Thursday your boss called you out for being absentminded in the middle of a meeting, he had caught you daydreaming about what Yoongi would be doing back home. You wouldn’t know even if he was already awake because you had switched off your phone, overwhelmed by guilt, nostalgia and the numbness on your head that didn’t let any rational thought go through. Missing him, the crushing sadness and the tight knot in your throat were making it difficult to breathe and function properly. When you got to your hotel room that night, slipping off your shoes and checking your work email on your phone, a notification pops up and you frown, opening your personal email.

Min Yoongi

To: yn-yln@xmail.com

Subject: I am desperate.

My love, you have stopped answering my calls, you ignore my texts and you’re alone in a foreign country. I know what loneliness can do to you and I only want you to be safe. If I don’t receive an answer to this email or any of the thousand texts I’ve sent you I am flying to Germany to make sure you’re alright. I just want to know you are safe, if not okay. 

I love you with my whole heart. 

Yoongi.

Tears had started flowing halfway through the message, making you feel so guilty that you closed the email and were calling Yoongi, not caring about anything that wasn’t hearing his voice at the other side of the line. The tones of the call were low reminders: you have time to hang up, he will be worried, you will only worry him more. But you pushed on, ignoring your anxiety’s voice and waited with bated breath until you heard Yoongi answer the call. 

“Y/N, are you feeling okay? Where are you right now? Have you showered?”

You silenced his endless questions with a quiet sob and sat on the edge of the bed. Oh, how you’d missed his voice! And you told him while sobbing, how hard it had been, how lonely and sad you had felt and how anxious of disturbing him that you had gone back to not picking up the phone and wanting to sleep all day long. He sounded agitated and out of breath but you were so focused on not letting your anxiety drive you into a panic that you didn’t notice. 

“Do something for me, sweetheart,” he was saying, now slower and calmer after finally being able to contact you, “get out of your work clothes and take a hot shower. I won’t hang up and be here with you okay? Can you do this for me?”

Your heart swelled at how he was still taking care of you from so far away. He knew exactly what to do when your thoughts numbed. He would always make you take a shower, drink some water if you couldn’t stomach any food and lay with you while his breathing brought you back. He was not pushy, he didn’t make you talk or explain why you were feeling the way you felt. He was just there, a strong dependable presence that kept you sane. 

Listening to him hum to you about his day and things the rest of his friends had done, you went into the bathroom and undressed slowly. You sat a short bit on the toilet lid and just listened to his voice until you almost smiled at some funny thing Jungkook told him to tell you. In a better mood, you entered the shower and let the spray run down your head, the hot water untangling the many knots on your back and shoulders. You imagined that the heat from the shower was a hug from Yoongi, a warm embrace that you could feel through the distance and you loved him even more than you thought possible. Hearing him still talking while worked away at his keyboard made you smile and you switched off the water, getting out and covering your body with a huge white fluffy towel. 

“You’re finished, my love?” He asked and your heart swelled again.

“Yes. And I’m feeling much better, Yoongi. You’re the best.”

“Well, your day with me isn’t over, missy. Now, I have a ton of new songs separated into genres that I want you to listen to while you lay on the bed and we talk until you fall asleep, okay? Tomorrow, before you know it, you will be back here with me and I’ll be able to hug you to sleep. Is this good enough for now?” He whispered into your ear, as if unsure if you wanted that, but as always he knew perfectly what you needed.

Wearing your pyjamas and under the blankets of the huge bed, Yoongi played songs, melodies, beats, anything he was preparing for release or working on. You two chatted away about where would you go once you could go on vacation together and you fell asleep with a smile on your lips hearing the man you loved telling you he loved you back and finally feeling comfortable and safe again.

[kaz11283]

You-15, Sam-16, Dean-19

It's been a few years and your friendship with the boys grow stronger all the time. You and Sam have a close friendship but you and Dean are inseparable.

~~~

Best Friends

Chapter 3

"Boys are so freakin stupid." You huffed walking into Dean's room. The boys had decided to come along and stay with you at the end of the school year. Your dad deciding to just let you stay at Uncle Bobby's during to keep you from having to transfer you everywhere around the country, the boys however werent as lucky with their dad.

"Why? What happened to ol what's his face?" Dean asked not taking his eyes off the movie he had been watching.

"He ditched me for Karen." You sassed and made a face saying her name. "Your all hormon driven. Every. Single. One." You said sitting down next to the bed.

"We're not all like that. Look at Sammy. Hes more into books and studying." He laughed scooting over and patting the bed so that you could lay down next to him. "Want me to kick his ass?"

"No, hes not worth the time. It was a joke anyways thinking he would actually like me." You said hanging your head. "Jesus how could I be so dumb. I should just start traveling with dad again. Get outta this town. I dont like anyone here anyways, no one would miss me."

"Stop that self hate bull right now. Y/n there are other people out there. Besides you have friends here. Like actual real life friends. Out on the road it's just me, dad, and Sam. Kinda lonely really."

"Ah yes very lonely going state to state deflowering girls and saving the day. Must be hard with so many conquests under your belt." You rolled your eyes, you knew that dean didnt have a problem traveling all over the states.

"I am not having that talk with you. You like my little sister I never wanted and it makes me feel wierd."

"Dean, I'm 15 now, I've fooled around with guys. It's not like I'm completely innocent in a sense." You laughed sitting up.

"Stop really. Like gross. Dont you have homework you need to do or studying or something. Really y/n of your gonna start talking about that get out. Makes me wanna get names and go beat some boys asses." He said pushing your shoulder with his.

"Na. I'll stay. Finish watching this movie with you, if you dont mind. I haven't seen it in a while anyways." You said propping on the head board. "Where is Sammy? We could make this a movie night like we use to have, stay up till morning when Uncle Bobby wakes up he could even yell at us." You laugh.

"Had a date with some chic in town, probably sobbing all over some girls face." He said grabbing his drink off the floor. "If we're making this a movie night we need popcorn and some snacks." He stated pointedly at you.

You rolled your eyes and got up. "The only reason I'm getting everything is because I wanna change into my comfy clothes." You walked out of the room.

"Pie! Dont forget the pie!" He yelled.

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"Tired. So tired." You mumbled over the book Bobby had sat in front of you.

"Well if you and Dean hadn't stayed up all night watching scary movies and cackling like a bunch of Henson you wouldn't be. Now help me figure out what this thing is or I'll stick you out there with the boys." You had to admit at least you was inside instead of in the heat working in the garage. Your uncle hadn't been the happiest when he woke up to find you and Dean still wide awake at 6:30 watching a Hatchetman marathon.

"All I'm saying is if you dont want me to conk out I'm gonna need some coffee." You said getting up and going to the front door.

"Y/n, we have coffee in the kitchen." Uncle Bobby grunted after you.

"I also need fresh air, uncle Bobby." You walked out of the door

~~

You had convinced the boys to go with you to a little outside diner in the middle of town ri grab some lunch and just hang out. "So do yall know when yall are leaving me behind again?" You knew it was inevitable that they would leave and you might not get to see them till Thanksgiving or even Christmas.

"Last we talked to dad we were staying through summer and leaving out around the first of August." Sam said taking a bite of a fry. "But he also talked about taking off the last few weeks of summer along with your dad. Taking a type of family vacation."

"Ha, you both know just as well as I do that's not gonna happen. Dad was suppose to be out of the business a long time ago. Even bought a house and wound up selling it because there wasnt a point in owning something he never used." You laughed taking a drink of your milkshake.

You looked up in time to see the guy you had plans with the night before walk into the diner. "Come on, I'm sure Uncle Bobby is wondering where we are. I still have some research to do and yall gotta finish working in that car for him."

"Haha y/n. Nice try. What's going on? Your never willing to get back to work." Dean said still eating on his burger.

"I'm turning a new leaf, let's go." You gritted through your teeth as the guy from the night before started walking toward you. "Ugh, damnit," you whispered putting on a fake grin. "Hey Ethan."

"Hey y/n, look about last night-"

"You had something come up. It's fine."

"Can I have a rain check? Maybe take you out for dinner tonight?" He asked looking at the guys that was with you.

"Ummm. I dont know my family just got into town and I haven't seen-"

"We dont mind. Besides I have plans with some friends and I think Dean might have a date." Sam said smiling at the guy standing in front of them.

"Yup y/n we dont mind. Were here all summer anyways, and we have that vacation too. We have plenty of time to catch up " Dean said standing up. "It was nice to meet you Nathan." Holding out his hand

"Ethan." Ethan said shacking his back.

"Whatever." Ethan walked back to his group of people.

"I hate you both right now." You said grabbing your bag and throwing it over your head before storming away.

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Ok guys that was chapter 3. I felt like the ending was a little dry. I have never felt so happy and excited though about something I wrote! Thank you so much for the likes, the rebloggs, and the follows. It's really giving me a reason to write, putting a flame under my ass really to make sure this continues.

Please share, like, and leave comments. It means so much to me and makes my heart swell. You guys have no idea! 💚💚💚

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Close To You- (Ethan Dolan x Reader)

Request: could you do one where you’re the twins really close best friend from their childhood and ethan has always really liked you but since they moved out to LA you didnt see them as often but ethan was like really sad bc u were going to fly out for a week but something came up that you couldnt so grayson facetimes you and then gives the phone to ethan to make him feel better

Warnings: Cursing, it’s kind of sad for a little while, but it gets cute and shit at the end lmao

A/N: This was a really cute idea and I couldn’t wait to write it. Thank you to the anon that requested this, I really appreciate it. I love you and I’ll talk to y’all later!

Word Count: 1,229

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[Ethan’s POV]

“I’m gonna miss you so fucking much,” I say, pulling [Y/N]’s frame into mine, squeezing her tightly between my arms. I gently rest my head on her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent for one last time until the next chance either of us had to visit one another. I heard her quietly sniffle against my chest as I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to cry, though I was just as emotional as her.

Grayson and I were leaving for Los Angeles, California, for a new career opportunity that we had been offered a while back. Though I truly didn’t want to accept it because of the distance that would be driven between [Y/N] and I, I knew that I had to because it would only help Grayson and I.

[Y/N] was a lot more than just a friend to me. Even more than a best friend. I loved her with my entire heart. She was such a beautiful person inside and out, and always looked after the people she cared about. I just wished that she’d be looked after just as much. I wanted to be that person for her. I wanted to make sure that she always had a smile on her face. I wanted to be the person she ran to even if it was the tiniest problem. I wanted her to love me the way I loved her.

I wanted to be hers.

But she can’t know that. Not now. Now that I’m leaving.

I ran my hands around along her back, planting a light kiss on her shoulder. I listen closely as she whispers, “Do you have to go?” I feel my body heat up as pain and sorrow fill my body, tears pooling my still, closed eyes. I clear my throat, not trusting whether or not my desolation was seeping through my voice and reply, “I think so, mamas. I don’t wanna leave you. Not today. Not ever.”

I replace my head, with my hands on her shoulders, as I pull myself away, to look into her sad eyes, the sight making my eyes leak. She looks up at me, and uses her small fingers to wipe the stream under my eyes away. I lean my head into her hand, appreciating the soft feeling of her delicate touch. She stands on her tippy toes, leaving a kiss on my tear-stained cheek.

“Call me when you land, okay?,” she says, leveling back down to her original height. I immediately nod my head, quickly remembering that she worries easily. “I will. I’ll call, text, and facetime you everyday. It’ll be like I never left. I love you, okay?,” I say, wrapping my hands around hers and squeezing them gently. “I love you more,” she says, giving me a small smile.

I wrap my arms around her once more, and pull my suitcase closer to the entrance to the airport, watching as she and Grayson share a hug goodbye. After letting go, Grayson walks closer to me, as [Y/N] waves at us with a sad expression sketched along her features. Grayson begins to walk into the airport, pulling his hefty suitcase along behind him, before I turn back to look at [Y/N]. She lifts her hand to her lips, giving it a small kiss before waving it my way, as she opens her car door.

“Come home soon,” she mouths, smiling sadly. I nod, sharing a small smile with her but thinking to myself that it didn’t matter whether I was in Los Angeles or New Jersey. Wherever she was, it was home. And I couldn’t wait to go back.

[2 Months Later]

I look down at my phone as it rings, my favorite picture of [Y/N] along with her name appearing, immediately boosting my mood for the day. Being away from [Y/N] for so long had been hard on me, the phone calls and texting seemingly not being enough, but she recently surprised me saying that she’d be visiting, since getting a break from school. 

I quickly accept the phone call, smiling as I hear her soft voice speak, “Hey, Ethan?” 

“Hey, [Y/N]. What’s up? How have you been?”

“I'm not doing too good, E,” she responds, my heart dropping as it was evident in her voice that something had been troubling her. “Why? What happened?,” I say, my voice softening. 

“Remember when I said that I could come visit you in LA for a week?,” she asks. I subconsciously nod my head, soon realizing that she can’t see me. “Yeah, why?,” I ask, though I can infer why she’d be bringing it up. I feel myself become sad all over again, praying that she wasn’t about to say what I thought she’d be saying. 

“Well, I can get a break from school, but my boss at work says that I don’t have enough vacation days, to come out and visit you,” she says, sighing. I tug on the ends of my hair after hearing what I really didn’t want to. “I hope you’re not mad at me,” she whispers, after staying silent for a while. 

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, before replying, “Why would I be mad at you? No, of course I’m not. Am I sad that I’m not gonna see you again for God knows how long-.” I pause, feeling my eyes well up. I press my fingers to my eyes, as I feel my skin heat up from an overwhelming sense of despair. 

This wasn’t the first time that [Y/N] and I made plans to meet for it to only be crushed by both of our demanding schedules. At some point, the feeling of hopelessness does take effect.

“Hey, can I call you back?,” I say, lightly tapping my foot against the floor. “Okay, I’ll talk to you later,” she says, hanging up the phone. I throw my phone on my bed, throwing my body on there soon after. 

[One Week Later][Y/N’s POV]

I finally finished my study session, shutting my textbook, sighing in satisfaction almost immediately after. My eyes dart to my phone as a facetime call from Grayson comes in. I answer, seeing his calm expression turn into an excited one as he takes notice of me. “Hey, Gray.” I say, smiling at the relaxing sight of him. 

“Hey, [Y/N/N]. Can I ask you for a favor really quick?,” he asks, as I watch him move around his apartment. 

“Sure, what’s up?”

“So, Ethan’s been really down lately because you couldn’t be here and everything, so I thought it’d help if he’d saw you. I talked to him earlier today and he said he hadn’t spoke to you in about a week, so I figured, you know?,” he says, as he stops walking and stands by a doorway.

“Yeah, I’ve been super busy with school and work, so I haven’t had the chance to talk to him all week. Let me talk to him so he won’t be moping all day,” I say giggling quietly. After a few moments I see Ethan with an upset face that is soon replaced with an elated one in a matter of seconds. “Hey, bubs,” I say, smiling with him. “I miss you,” I add. 

“I miss you so fucking much,” he says, putting his hand against his head, as he begins to tell me what about me he misses. 

[pinesconessecrets]

Ice to Meet You

Merry Christmas @ladynightmare12 ! I hope you enjoy the fic!! <: I had a lot of fun with the soulmate AU, since it’s something I’ve always enjoyed. I combined it with the first meetings AU too. Have a great Christmas! <3

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Wirt had given up on trying to find his soulmate when he was thirteen. He still remembered the conversation that came after he mentioned it to his mom. She had choked on her tea, wheezing until she’d managed to regain control of herself again. Then began the spiel about, “Oh, sweetie. You’ll meet her at some point in your life, don’t give up now!” and Wirt just sighed. Internally, of course. He didn’t want to upset his mom any further. A good bit of everyone in his grade had found their soulmate, leaving Wirt feeling terribly alone. Sara tried to comfort him, except she ran into her soulmate a few months later; it was some guy named Brian. That was a fun day.

He was a little more than relieved to graduate high school, which meant moving away to a college in a different state. A college in Oregon had caught his eye and he applied, half expecting to get denied. But lo and behold, the college actually accepted him and even had a full ride scholarship too.

Greg was against Wirt moving across the country when he broke the news. Wirt reassured him that he would call every day and keep in touch. He wouldn’t be left out just because Wirt didn’t live in the same house anymore.

Wirt enjoyed the trip to Oregon. His parents rented a small u-Haul for the stuff Wirt could take to put in his dorm. He was lucky enough to score a single person room, complete with his own bathroom. He didn’t think he could have managed if he had to share a dorm and a bathroom, much less having to suffer from public bathrooms.

They made the drive out to be like a mini vacation, taking their time since they left a few days early. Wirt’s nerves almost got the best of him a few times, the realization of him living somewhere that wasn’t with his mom and stepdad. Thankfully Greg managed to quickly distract him before he grew too anxious, eerily able to quickly figure out when his nerves were beginning to act up.

With the help of everyone, it didn’t take long before Wirt’s room was set up. He still had a few things to tweak here and there, like moving his desk closer to the window and hanging up his poems on the walls. He didn’t have much time to be particularly picky about how his room was set up with his parents and brother around.

They stayed in town for a few days, exploring the place with Wirt in tow. It definitely was a college town considering the absurd amount of fast food restaurants around. Like seriously, who needed this many fast food places? At least there were a few cafes for Wirt to hang out in. Cafes were pretty sweet places to chill at and they had a great effect on Wirt when it came to writing poetry. He was excited about that.

Tears were shed by his mom and Greg on the day they had to leave. Greg made Wirt promise to call him every day, and that was a rock fact. Wirt lingered in the parking lot for a bit longer than he intended, staring off into space before letting out a long sigh. He hoped he would be able to survive the semester before Christmas break. His next adventure in life had begun, only to bring challenges he had no way to prepare for.

Wirt got to studying diligently when the semester began. The majority of his classes were the core classes every freshman were required to take, including math. Thank god that he only needed to take two semesters of it due to his major in English. Math was one of his most detested classes; it was the worst. Maybe he was being overly dramatic, but Wirt would rather prefer to listen to someone scrape their nails on a chalkboard repeatedly for hours than be stuck in math class for even an hour. The entire point was above him, and the fact that other kids were majoring in math just blew his mind. They were to be feared.

The semester started out slow but picked up steam as the weeks went on. Midterms came and went, letting Wirt breathe a sigh of relief when his passing grades were posted.

He video called Greg before he went out trick or treating on Halloween, both happy and mortified that Greg decided to go as a garden gnome. Their trip to the Unknown was still very present in their minds years after it happened. At least now it was easier to deal with, and they didn’t have to worry about being sent into a fit of panic when winter rolled around anymore. Wirt admitted that Greg wore the outfit far better than he did, earning a protest of “No, you wore it better!” from Greg. They bickered back and forth until their mom told them to knock it out or else Greg wouldn’t be getting any candy that year. That shut Greg up and he hastily told Wirt goodbye and that he’d show him how much candy he got before going to bed.

Wirt found himself growing progressively more stressed as the end of the semester rolled around. His professors shoved study guides down their student’s throats and made it very clear that passing their finals would make or break their grades. Wirt found himself spending more and more time at his favorite cafe. He would have been surprised that he hadn’t drunk all of their tea if he wasn’t so stressed about passing his finals.

A week before finals, the unthinkable happened.

Wirt was on his way to the Jasmine Brew Cafe, lost in thought about his upcoming math final. It was the one he dreaded the most, and rightfully so. Other students in his class struggled as much as he did. The professor didn’t know how to break down the lesson so other kids could understand what he was trying to teach. Wirt barely managed to understand what the heck he was talking about most the time, and he hoped it would be enough.

Of course, the dork was so lost in thought that he wasn’t watching where he was walking. His foot made contact with frozen ice on the sidewalk, causing him to slip and fall down to the pavement. Wirt miraculously held onto his notebooks, laying on his back, winded from his fall.

Someone with unruly brown hair peered down at him with a look of mild concern. Wirt wished he could turn invisible because he knew that everyone around him saw what just happened.

“Hi there. It’s ice to meet you finally.” The other boy paused, before continuing. “I hope that’s not weird? I’ve seen you around campus before and I noticed you were always alone and I was going to say hi but I always got distracted and oh my god I’m sorry I’m kinda rambling. I tend to do that a lot and my sister always punches me and yep I’m gonna shut up now.”

Wirt’s wrist burned. That was what his stupid soulmate mark said. ‘Hi there, it’s ice to meet you finally.’

He wanted to say something witty back, but all that could come out of his mouth was, “Was that a motherfucking pun?” He rarely cussed, but dangit he was sleep deprived and angry that he was stupid enough to fall and slip on ice.

The other boy blanched, his extended hand frozen in shock. Wirt shuffled to his feet, clutching his notebooks to his chest. An awkward silence enveloped the two, only to be broken by the other boy.

“Do you want to go somewhere warm? Get some coffee or something?”

Wirt broke free of his surprise. “Uh, um, sure. I was heading to the Jasmine Brew Cafe to get some studying done. It’s right up the street here.”

“Cool. I’ve only been there once or twice, so lead the way.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking at Wirt expectantly.

“Right.” Wirt turned on his heels and began walking to the cafe, fidgeting with the spiral of a notebook. He knew that he was probably acting slightly like a jerk. Okay, a lot like a jerk. He had spent the majority of his teenage years resenting the idea of soulmates, knowing he’d never find his and that he’d live the rest of his life alone. But look what happened. He ran into his soulmate.

The rush of warm air made Wirt feel grateful for heating, heading to his usual spot by the wall. He sat with his back to the wall, and a large window to his left. Being able to look out into the street helped declutter his mind.

He almost relaxed, until the other boy - his soulmate - slid into the chair across from him. He looked as nervous as Wirt was.

“I’m Dipper, by the way. I don’t think I introduced myself yet.”

“Wirt. It’s um, nice to meet you, I guess,” he mumbled, his awkwardness hitting him like a fricking train. Now that the fact that yep, him finding his soulmate was a thing, was starting to sink in, a feeling of panic also begun to set in too.

“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re freaking out there a little. I mean, I’m kinda freaking out too, but that’s because I’m super pumped to have finally run into my soulmate.” Dipper looked giddy almost.

Wirt chewed on a nail. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. It’s just… I gave up on finding my soulmate years ago, so I never thought I would actually run into them. I hope you don’t think I’m a jerk or anything because oh my god I feel so bad for being cold to you.”

When Dipper was silent, Wirt looked up to find him holding back a snicker. With the biggest shit eating grin, Dipper replied, “Was that a motherfucking pun?”

“Oh my god.” Wirt groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “Do not use my own words against me.”

“Kinda hard to considering they’re right here.” Dipper rolled his sleeve back, revealing the words scrawled across his arm. God, they were even in Wirt’s own handwriting. How crazy was that?

Wirt reached out to touch the words on Dipper’s arm, stopping short once he realized what he was about to do. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know it’s a lot to take in. But I don’t mind if you wanna take a closer look at them.” His voice was quiet.

Figuring that he may as well roll with the punches, Wirt pulled his own sleeve back, exposing Dipper’s godawful pun written on the inside of his forearm. Dipper didn’t hesitate before running his fingers over Wirt’s pale skin, tracing the scratchy letters of his own handwriting. It looked different from his own, his letters rushed and hurried versus the flowing loops of Wirt’s.

Wirt finally caved and traced the words on Dipper’s arm. The two dorks sat in silence, no words needing to be exchanged as they let the importance of the day truly sink in.

The corners of Dipper’s mouth quirked up in a grin after a while. “So, did you wanna get a coffee and chat? And maybe tell me how you’ve bean all these years.”

Wirt had a feeling the puns weren’t ever going to stop.

[friendlyfaceseverywhere-sp-blog]

Chapter 1: Party At Cartman’s

          The last week of August and the end of summer had finally came to South Park. Stan’s Marsh phone alarm played a nice, peaceful and relaxing tune, which was the opposite of what his mornings looked like, but the volume was high enough to wake him up. Stan opened his eyes and was about to press the snooze button, thinking five more minutes of sleep wouldnt disturb his routine, but stopped when He saw there was a message from his best friend Kyle Broflovski. He opened the chat and read “Ready for another year of torture?”

           Stan laugh. “And do we have a choice?” was his reply, knowing Kyle would probably chuckle like He did on the other side. He gave up sleeping five more minutes longer and stood up, walking towards the bathroom to wash his face, but was abruptly pushed before He could enter by the stupid She-Ogre He knew as his older sister. Shelly would just return to the college campus for classes in september and Stan couldnt avoid thinking if it was about time for her to go away. Have her home some weekends was bad... But everyday was almost too much to bear.

- God dammit Shelly! Do you have to do this everyday? – Stan shouted from outside the bathroom, knocking on the locked door. His sister had grew a lot. She didnt used braces anymore and had gave a update to her looks, at least the possible, but her bad attitude had stayed the same. Shelly opened the door, almost hitting Stan’s face with it, to respond.

- Shut up Turd! I’m going out! – and she closed it again almost breaking it. The noise made Stan’s mom, Sharon, soon appear to ask what was going on, but the boy Just sighed and went back to his room. He packed his school stuff and changed his clothes while waited for Shelly to come out of the bathroom.

           He placed his jacket, a The Who shirt, clean jeans and his red converse Chuckies above his bed. He opened the drawer e there it was, carefully stored, his trade Mark: The red poof Ball hat. He throw the little thing with the others at the same moment He saw Shelly passing irritated through the hallway while his mother followed her screaming. Finally He could use the bathroom.

             About twenty minutes later, Stan got to the bus stop, not the same one He and his friends used to hang when they were kids, despite being practically the same thing. All sights in South Park looked alike. When He got there, Kenny and Cartman were laughing, while Kyle had his arms crossed glaring at the other two. – Hey guys. – Stan Said smiling to Kyle, who Just sigh and got closer to his Best friend.

- Hey dude... – Kyle seemed frustrated and Stan knew the reason. He knew why his other two friends were laughing their guts out and it was the same reson that placed that expression on Kyle’s face.

           A week ago, to celebrate summer’s ending, Cartman threw a huge party for everyone in class on his basement. Eric Cartman’s basement had always been the Best place for such stuff... It was big, had an extra bathroom and Liane, his mom, never seemed bothered with all the shit they’ve done down there. The whole sophomore class appeared, Kenny had got the booze and the pot with his contacts and everything was going as planned.

           Stan and Kyle were sitting in the staircase that lead to the basement waiting for Wendy Testaburguer, Stan’s girlfriend, arrive. The Black-haired boy was anxious, since she had spent most of her Summer travelling with her parents. Kenny, Cartman and the others that had arrived already, were downstairs having fun. Watching this, Kyle seemed nervous about something.

- Youre gonna try tonight Kyle? – Stanley asked with a smirk on his face as Kyle turned to him widening his eyes for a second.

- Uh? I dont know what youre talking about...

- The pot dude... I’m asking if youre gonna try it. You Said your parents would be out tonight. – Stan gave a brief look towards Ike, playing with his phone in a couch. Since the Broflovskis were out, Kyle had to bring him to the party.

- I dont know dude... My mom would kill me if she discovered i’ve smoked. – He took a deep breath before continuing. – I know Ike wont say a Word, but i dont know... You know how she gets when she’s angry.

           Stan opened his mouth to say something to his Best friend, but they both turn their heads at the same time hearing the door above the stairs opening. Wendy and Bebe passed through it and the Black-haired girl froze as soon as she saw her boyfriend waiting. Stan smiled and patted Kyle’s shoulder friendly. – You know i support whatever your decision is, right? – and before the red-haired could reply, Stan stood up and went up to where Wendy was.

- Hey babe! How was your trip? – He asked already pulling her into a hug. Wendy seemed nervous about something, and her fake smile showed that.

           Kyle, who could see Wendy’s expression, watched the scene confused, standing up as well. Bebe passed through him shooking her head. – This ain’t gonna be cool... – she sighed already knowing the kinda talk her bestie would have with her boyfriend next. Kyle turned to her listening this, getting even more perplexed now since according to Stan, the two of them seemed to be ok until the previous Day, at least He Said Wendy seemed to miss him in their messages.

- Bebe... What...

- Have you seen Clyde, Ky? – Bebe asked and the jewboy only pointed to where the football team captain and the blonde’s boyfriend was. Soon He also went down there leaving Stan and Wendy alone.

 - Everything was fine Stan... I had lots of fun. – Wendy replied stepping away from his hug. She was acting weird.

- Is everything ok? Something happened? – Stan asked noticing this. He hoped his girl would be anxious to see him again, just like He was. He hoped that she would be happy and willing to tell him the news about her trip and that they would spend na amazing night together at the party. But the words that came out from Wendy’s mouth next made Stan’s heart stop beating for a second.

- Can we... Talk? – she said in a uncertain and not a bit thrilling tone. – I mean... Alone?

 - Whats wrong with your face Kyle? – Kenny asked when He saw the jew coming downstairs with some worry on his eyes. He looked up towards Stan and Wendy while going down, and bit his lip nervously when He saw Stan’s smile vanishing, before He agreed with his head and followed Wendy out of the basement.

- It’s just... I think Wendy is going to break up with Stan. – He said grabbing a pop for himself while Kenny raised na eyebrown. He understood why Kyle seemed worried about this since Stan always ended up devastated everytime He had a fight with his girlfriend and them splitted apart for a while. None of them could forget the goth kids episode. Kenny got a bottle of vodka and added some to Kyle’s cup.

- Guess we’re gonna need more of this to comfort him later then, huh? – He said with a little sigh. Kyle looked at his cup and scratched his neck.

- I dont know if i should Kenny... Ike’s here and... – He thought for an instant. Why not? He wanted to be able to help his Best friend upstairs, but theres nothing He could do at the moment. Maybe when He came back, if what He was thiking truly happened, Kyle could cheer him up a little bit. – Alright... But let’s get slow... You know Stan has a problem with alcoohol.

- I have some weed here too... – Kenny said patting his parka’s pocket where probably the joints were. The smirk on his face showed the other the exact words that were about to come out of his mouth. – You said you were gonna try tonight, Kyle.

             Wendy guided Stan to Cartman’s backyward. Usually, there was the parties Make out spot. Of course, couples used to kiss and fool around down the basement as well, but true action happened there, under the stars. Stan and Wendy had kissed in Cartman’s backyward before but they never reached the ultimate goal, He respected her too much to try doing anything without her giving a sign first. In reality, He didnt fell secure enough to go more ahead than what they had done by that point.

           A girl placed her hands in her coat’s pockets. Despite still being Summer, South Park managed to be to coldest town in all Colorado. She sighed without facing him, just looking at the starry sky, nervous with something Stan couldnt identify. – Wendy... What do you wanna talk about? – she suddenly firm her feet and turn her head to him.

- Stan... We need to take a break.

           Complete silence. Stan tilted his head to the side confused for a few seconds staring at his girlfriend not knowing how to react. E then He chuckled. It was a quick one tho, since Wendy’s expression didnt change. – Wait... You’re being serious? B-But why?!

- I’ve been thinking during this trip... You know? I need a break to think, thats all. – she replied shyly looking to the ground. She hated having to do that. But at the same time, it was needed, doubts came on her head during vacation and she needed to find a solution to it without Stan interfering, even without meaning it. – Please... You need to understand.

- You’ve met someone on the trip, don’t you? Thats what happened? Thats why you’re acting weird? – He asked leaning onto her and gently taking her hands, which made him stare at his eyes one more time. – Wendy... Please don’t do this to me again... I... I love you...

           She stopped and her eyebrows curved in a sad way. She slightly and carefully touched his face. – And i love you too. Thats why i have to do this, because i don’t wanna hurt you more than necessary. I need a break Stanley... – her voice was firm and decisive. – And no... I didnt met anyone on the trip. I just... Need you to respect what i’m asking you.

           She took a deep sigh gazing deeply inside his eyes, before releasing his hands and pass through him, returning back into the house. Stan’s shoulders dropped while he stared at nothing ahead of him with wide eyes, shocked, without understanding how in a matter of minutes he went from “Cute messages of missing you” to “We need to take a break”. He had no Idea how longer he stayed there staring at nothing in particular, but he discovered later that it was for awhile, cause Kenny opened the glass door that gave access to the backyard, holding himself to not have a laughter attack.

- HAHA! STAN! – he couldnt stop laughing. – You have to come see the shit Kyle’s doing! S-Stan... – Kenny stopped in front of his friend, finally seeing his desolate expression. – Uh... Stan? What happened?

- Wendy... She... She... – Stan tried to speak, but the words simply didnt came out. He felt his body being pulled into a hug all of sudden. Kenny sighed releasing him a few seconds later.

- I’m so sorry dude...

           Stan felt terrible. If at least he knew why Wendy did this to him, maybe he could stand the fact better. Kenny was a good friend and for sure, at least as far as possible, his hug had helped. Perhaps if he went to hang with his friends... Wait a minute. Stan’s sad face changed to confused in just one second. – What did you said about Kyle?

 - ALRIGHT, MOTHERFUCKERS! WHEN I SAY CARTMAN, YOU SAY FATASS! – Kyle was standing above the junk food table, wearing only his underwear and hat. His voice sounded drunk and a little bit higher than usual. Kyle already had the most high pitched voice among all his male friends, but that was too much.

           Kenny returned with Stan to the basement and just when he saw Kyle, he couldnt contain his laugh. Stan’s eyes got wide seeing his Best friend completely high and screaming almost naked in front of everybody. That wasnt Kyle, or at least, it wasnt how Kyle acted. All the others had similiar reactions to what was going on: Or they were laughing or they were shocked. Cartman didnt seemed to care that mosto of the shit coming out of the jew’s mouth were poorly directed to him. At the moment, the fat kid hold onto Heidi, his girlfriend, while filming Kyle making a fool of himself with his Iphone. – That’s totally going to my Twitter. – Eric laugh evil.

- My god Kenny... What the fuck did you gave him? – Stan asked, a mix of worry and giggle on his voice. Kenny laughed out loud in return, showing the other joint he had.

- Looks like our friend Kyle kept his promise, huh Stan?

           Wendy was one of the people looking at Kyle without knowing how to react. For a second, she glanced at Stan, but quickly the boy looked away and went to the table where Kyle danced ridiculously. – Kyle, you have to get down from there dude. – Stan said reaching his arms towards his Best friend so he could come down without falling or getting hurt.

- Hey Stan! Hey everybody! This is my Best friend Stan! – Kyle said almost tripping and falling from the table, but Stan managed to hold him and put him down safely before that could happen. – Ah... Dude... Your eyes are puffy... – Kyle stopped smiling and touched Stan’s face dizzily. – She broke up with you, didnt she? I’m so sorry Stan! – and then he hugged him.

Stanley wanted to talk with Kyle about it. During his whole life, that boy was always there to help him, but he knew the red haired didnt had conditions at the moment. He sighed and asked someone next to the scene to pass him Kyle’s clothes that were on the floor. – C’mon man... Lets get you home. Lets go Ike!

Stan went away without saying bye to most people. In the end, Kyle’s little show had gave him an excuse to leave... After what happened, the last thing he wanted was partying. When they got to Kyle’s house, on the other side of the street, Stan carefully placed him on his bed with Ike’s help. He thanked Jesus for their parents being out.

- God dammit... Hey Ike, i think i’m spending the night. Just in case Kyle doesnt feel good... And he has no conditions of... – Stan stopped talking when he heard voices that sounded much alike the ones he heard at the party coming from Ike’s phone. – Ike?

- Uh? Oh, sure, no problem. – Ike replied laughing and showing his phone screen. It was a vídeo of Kyle’s show at the party, posted three minutes ago on Eric Cartman’s Twitter Page. – Its online already.

           Stan took a deep breath, rolling his eyes thinking how Cartman could be such an asshole. He looked at Kyle knowing how ashamed he would be in the morning, despite him looking so peaceful sleeping now. – Alright Ike... You should go rest. We’ll figure this out tomorrow ok? The sleeping bag is still in the closet?

           Stan layed on the floor next to Kyle’s bed, curling himself at the thick Terrance & Phillip sleeping bag. He smiled a bit remembering how happy they both were when got that gift. Soon he frowned tho, thinking about Wendy and what happened at the party. Why did she had to do that with him? Why didnt she gave him a reason? He heard Kyle moving on his bed and then released a groan.

- You better be ok in the morning to hear me mourn Kyle...

- Stan? Are you listening to me? – Kyle asked waving his hand in front of his Best friend’s face, that looked completely lost in thoughts.

- Uh? What? – he asked snapping out of it. He was inside the bus already heading to school with Kyle sitting by his side.

- You didnt heard a single Word i said, right? – the red haired kid asked with a bored look. Stan stuttered to reply, which made Kyle sit straight in his seat with his arms crossed. – Nevermind...

           Stan felt bad for a second. He’d been thinking about Wendy and what happened for the last minutes, not realizing his surroundings. In fact, he and the girl havent spoken to each other in a week, ever since the talk in Cartman’s yard. The boy relaxed in his seat sighing sadly gazing at the view from his window. – I know you were problably cursing Cartman for being an ass and posting that vídeo. He’s really a jerk... I’m sorry about it and i’ll help you solve this shit. Is just...

- The thing with Wendy, right? – Kyle said suddenly. The two boys knew each other time enough to know exactly what the other was thinking without much effort. Stan looked back to his friend. – I know dude... It sucks. But you told me she just wanted a time. Didnt she said she loved you?

- Well... Yeah, she said. But i dont know... She seemed so... – the bus stopped in front of South Park High and the doors opened so the students could come out. But Stan couldnt stand. He saw something outside the bus the simply freeze his movements. Wendy was sitting at the stairs in front of the building with a big book in one of her hands... Because the other side of the book was being held by a blonde kid around their age that was extremely familiar. -...Distant...

           Kyle looked from the window seeing the same scene. The boy was close to Wendy. Too close. The two of them seemed to be talking about the book and she seemed happy with this kid’s company. Kyle lifted an eyebrown, having the same sensation of familiarity. The blonde curly hair thrown back, fancy outfits and that smart air he exibited over Wendy... It reminded them a lot about this kid they’ve met years ago, when they were just eight, and that had went study with them. Kyle’s eyes widen when his mind reproducted the words “La Resistance” and he could, finally, identify who this guy was.

- Gregory... – he said making Stan turn to him abruptly.

- Hey, you two have to come down! – the bus driver yelled making them realize they were the only ones left inside. The boys quickly took their stuff and did as the man said. Kyle tried to pull Stan as far as possible from where Wendy was with Gregory, maybe head to their lockers and get over with that, but Stan couldnt avoid giving his girlfriend, or ex, a look with all the sadness from his body.

           For a moment, Wendy faced him back, and the joy vanished from her face. She looked embarassed to the ground while Kyle kept trying to pull him away. But he knew there was no sense in spare him since his heart was probably already broken.

             Eric Cartman was walking towards his locker with his usual egocentric air. He wasnt among the youngest in school anymore, actually, he was practically a veteran if you think well. It was like he owned this territory by now. He spotted Heidi Turner, his longdate gilfriend, searching for something inside her locker, and, even tho he wasnt seeing her face, he knew she was excited to see him. They were more attached than ever, since a week ago, after the incredible party in his house that he liked to call “High Kyle’s show” they went it on inside his room. Probably the best day of his whole life, not only for seeing Kyle humiliating himself, but because he lost his virginity, all in one night. It was too good to be true.

           When he reached her, Cartman hugged her from behind, gripping her waist and lifting her up softly. Heidi gasped startled, tooking a fright when he lifted her, but when she looked back and saw her boyfriend, her face turned angry. She shook her legs and kicked him lightly to be released. – Let me go Eric!

           Cartman released her, getting confused. He chuckled sarcastically. – Wow... Looks like someone is on a bad mood today. Are you on your period or something?

           Heidi shut her locker madly, which made Cartman shut his mouth. He had seem her pissed before, despite being rare, and he didnt liked at all. He kept perplexed while she faced him almost like she was about to attack him. – I dont wanna talk to you! – she yelled suddenly and started to walk away. Cartman ran and grip on her arm.

- Hey! Wait a second, what have i done? – he asked not understanding. Heidi’s face got even angrier, burning bright red. After a few seconds she opened up.

- You want to explain to me why everybody knows what we’ve done last week? – she screamed pulling her arm away from his touch. Cartman’s eyes widen, as he placed his hands on his pockets.

- I... I dont know what youre talking about, Heidi...

- Dammit Eric! I asked you to not tell anyone! – she stamp her feet on the floor with tears on her eyes.  

- And i didnt! – he screamed back, some people were staring at them both, before turning their faces and leave. Heidi crossed her arms, not buying not even a bit of that. – Well... Maybe i’ve told the guys... And Butters... And Clyde. I mean, i had to tell Clyde, right? Oh yeah... I told Jimmy too...

           He stopped when she suddenly pushed him and his fat body hit the floor. – Youre an idiot! Now everybody looks at me knowing what happened! Dont you ever speak to me! Its over Eric! – and then she returned to march nervously away from him.

- Fuck you Heidi! Thats right, go away and leave me here, laying on the floor! – Cartman yelled seeing her move away. Noticing she didnt hesitate a single step and just disappeared by the end of the hallway, ignoring him completely, he sighed heavily, still with an irritated expression, laying the rest of his body on the floor too. – Crap...

OH MY GOD I’M SOOO HAPPY HAHA! So yeah, this was the first chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed. Feel free to comment, share and talk to me or Mary about it cause it really makes us want post more and more about this!!  

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[strawberryspeachy]

I wonder if im about to get fired again

Last year i got fired because a teacher who acted like he wanted to be my friend hated when I reciprocated that want.

Ive worked with about 55 other teachers since him and none of them

Ask about my weekend every week. Ask about my friends. Ask about my personal life. Stare at me in the office. Lean over me and touch me. Come look through my folder that im holding to just point out the paper im looking for (they just offer me a new one if they think i dont have it)

But. I was totally stalking him. And got fired.

Now im working at 2 schools

One with 4/5 horrible teachers

The other with 4/5 wonderful teachers

At the horrible teacher school one has been (and i dont say this about people often. Actually ever. I assume ppl hate me... but this woman has bee - well)

K so i made a newsletter for the schools. The good school put it out for the students and that was that. The bad school told me i could distribute it. So i asked this teacher where

She took me into the hallway and showed me a board. She told me to put the papers on those walls. And then she gave me pins. So i did.

Then she told my company i put papers up without permission

Ive worn the same clothes to all 7 schools ive worked at plus two camps. Never got a complaint. Until now. She complained about my skirt and socks

She said in a fly away statement when i started that because were teachers we cant travel because of corona and must stay home - it irriated me because i clearly understood that she was telling me that i need to stay home when im not working. Fuck that! But i just agreed with her. Her first question after my summer break was “you had a long vacation, did you go anywhere”

She asked in a happy voice - pretending that was wanted to hear about something exciting. But. Bitch i have a good memory. I told her i mostly stayed home and only went to a nearby town.

K so like. Thing is. She knows im probably lying (cause im young and not from this country. No one would stay home for a month) so the way she responded was kinda pissed off that she cant prove me wrong or report me or anything - then in the middle of class she asked about my housemates

1) i have no control over them

2) your first question was already invasive and this is stupid

3) youve asked me a question that i cant answer correctly. If i say i dont know youll say i might have corona because my housemates probably brought it home. If i say they went out - same thing. If i say they stayed home - another obvious lie. I told her that they are all students and had class so I think they were home. Again. She was annoyed by this answer

She constantly makes side remarks about “foregners”

She wont translate the questions that students ask her to ask me - and when i understand them and answer she acts flustered and annoyed

Shes bad at english and writes shit incorrectly - gives it to me to cold read - then gets mad when i trip over shit thats written incorrectly

She changed the song early last month because I liked it

She talks to me like im a clown hindering the class - walking over and telling me (a person standing quietly waiting for instruction) that now the students must study - the way a parent would tell a 7 year old not to bother the sleeping dog.

I TRIED to have a normal conversation with her because she seemed to be trying and i felt bad. She said it was hot and cold off and on and told me what temperature it would he the next day in celcius. I just said oh. And felt the tention. So i tried to ease it by chuckling and telling her “sorry. You know how america uses Fahrenheit? I dont really understand celcius.” She immediately —- wait hold on

This school makes us write down our temperature in the morning as though that does ANYTHING to stop corona - they dont even check - she harrassed me upon walking in the door to WRITE DOWN MY TEMPERATURE

—- k so no. No easy conversation. She immediately got serious and went how do you understand celcius for your body temperate then??? I told her i convert it.

A couple periods late she inturrupted another teacher talking to me about class and stopped me from going to class to ask me ‘if you dont know celcius how do you write your temperature down in the morning?!?’’ I told her i have a japanese thermometer and just write down what it says. Then she tried to play if off and chuckled like - oh ha i was just wondering. Whats the difference (her face was like enraged before that btw) she asked what the average temperature in Fahrenheit is and i quickly spit out 98.6 while grabbing my book to leave for the class i was now running late for

Shes full on feuding with a boy who “CANT SPEAK JAPANESE” and is “NOT JAPANESE” she tried not to bitch but also bitch about him to me - through this i learned that his mom is Australian. He was born in Japan. Also if her english didnt suck so much she would know that hes not fluent in english

She like the other teachers ask me questions that they dont want answers to. And sometimes is not even just - i wanna write this sentence wrong - does it make sense

No. It doesnt (correct answer- anything you write is correct. Dont worry. Dont ask me. Your perfect)

A couple weeks ago she told me that the song the other teacher chose is a japanese song that was translated into english. She asked it its gramattically correct. I told her that songs dont need to be grammatically correct so its fine. Then she asked me if it makes sense. I told her that its a bit vague but its fine.

She didnt know what vague meant. She asked me to write it down so she could look it up later. Not sure how she took that as an insult but Im sure she did.

And the song is vague. Id figured out that it was a song that was either written for a weird tv show or translated from something else before she even told me

Shes always late for class. She doesnt even leave for class until the bell rings. If she walks in and i was talking with the students - she looks highly uncomfortable - so ive stopped talking to them before she arrives

She wont let them ask me questions. Only her (these past two points go for the other crappy teachers too)

She cant make up her mind whether she wants me to say hello first or her. She cant make up her mind on what she wants me to read or whether she wants me to stop at commas or read full paragraphs or what - and she gets annoyed when i cant read her mind avout it —the others do this too

She reads sentences she wrote (incorrectly) out loud even more wrong - but apparently (going from her face) even though she doesnt know the word for fucking SENTENCES - and calls them “englishes” she heard me add the s to a word that should have been plural but she wrote as singular. She never says the fucking plurals or adds them where they shouldnt - but of course she heard my quick slip of adding an s onto a fucking word

- which really just shows thats she pays way more attention trying to find me doing something wrong than literally ANYTHING ELSE she does

Theres more. Im tired. And so very stressed. Tomorrow i have a meeting after school which i told my company rhat if they want my time they should pay me for it and told them theyre welcome to come to my schools (the one i like and normally can he stress free and get home early from) station

They made up bs as to why they can pay others but not me but did say theyre gonna come to the station

Last tome with the fucking “hanging stuff up without permission” i was of couse told i was in the wrong (BECAUSE JAPANESE CAN DO NO WRONG) and forced to say that i need to communicate better 3 times

Howd i start this? Watch me get fired? Yea i was fired on like the 23rd last year. Watch me get fucking fired again - for again. One racist ass peice of shit teacher

“Well you just gotta suck it up and accept where you are on the food chain” k look. Do you know how much easier and less stressed id be if i was able to do that?! I just. CANT ok. I refuse to think that i am less of a person than any other person. People can treat me that wat and do all they want. But i refuse to think that i am lesser. I am a person. And if i have to respect them they should respect me. Its a reciprocal fucking thing i cant fucking kiss ass

I lived in a house with a woman who wanted me to kiss her ass - and i basically chose not to be treated like a dormat and pike she was my lord. And thus got mentally and emptionally abused for 24 years.

I cant fucking kiss ass. I can be polite. But i cant kiss fucking ass dude. I just cant

[brianyololau]

May 5th, 2020

A dad. A father figure. Someone who is your guardian, mentor, friend, and loves you for who you are, I never had that kind of dad. Seeing it now, my dad showed no emotion. I never saw him laugh. I never saw him smile, not even around me. I don’t have any memories at the beach with him. There were no days where he would take me to the park right outside my house and play catch with me. I had the most emotionally unavailable father. 

I remember he gave me a light up plastic sword/baton once which I assume he found in a client’s car. Other than that, I remember having to beg for each toy. 

My favorite toy that my mom bought for me were two lightsabers: a red and green one. I saw it at Walmart one day and told her I wanted it. She secretly bought it for me for Christmas. Though, I eventually found out when I looked into the trunk of her SUV one time while she hid it from me. She said it was supposed to be a surprise, but I fucked it up by looking lol. 

I bought my mom a gift for Mother’s Day too. It was a plastic ring from the book fair back in 2nd grade. Not sure if I stole it or not. I didn’t get any allowance so I probably did HAHA. She found it hiding in a crayon box one day and confronted me about it thinking I found a boo. I was like nooooo that was supposed to be a surprise for u foo

Back to my dad. He lectured me a lot. told me to be like this be like that. do this do that, but he never explained how. never asked how was school. never tried to be there while I was struggling. In fact, he didnt even wanna sign my fucking club application papers. Dude thought leadership was a joke and sports was unnecessary. Hypocrite. He used to spend hours in the evening swimming and sitting in the sauna while my mom had to take care of me WITH a baby in her stomach. That’s cap. I was told all he did was work, gym, eat, and sleep. 

My dad worked from home. How tf did he not make ANY time for me? In fact, I saw my dad more than my mom on the weekdays... 

Why didn’t he try to claim me after the divorce for months? Why was he never a real man to my mom? Did he not realize the importance of this? 

And now, when I visit him, I see a swing, toys everywhere, and a hanging rope ladder installed in his garage. I never had that.

I remember sitting outside of Target every day after middle school waiting hours for him to pick me up. He never called to let me know when he was coming. He never called to ask about my week. It felt like he was doing the bare minimum. Yet, I still considered him as a father to me. Why did I idolize him in the first place? He taught me nothing, but he put me through schooling and took care of me. He cooked sandwiches for me, but that was it. Though I appreciate him fulfilling his duty in keeping me alive and educated, HE WASNT THERE FOR ANYTHING ELSE.

He didn’t show up to my graduation. So, what if you don’t fuck with my family? I’m your own son gdi and your excuse was work? He never wanted to hear about my extracurriculars. He never talked to me when I was in his custody. He never said I love you son. I knew my grandma more than I knew him. He never shortened his gym days when my mom was pregnant and had me. He never did the house work for her,cooked, planned vacations,taught me how to ride a bike, or took me outside the house. We live right next to a park for fuck’s sake. What’s the excuse for that? Dad didn’t have time cause he was working 24/7? That’s fucking BULLSHIT. He valued his gym time more than his father and son time. Thats a fact. 

Now that I think about it, my mom tried to play the playstation with me once. It was a racing game. She couldn’t play for shit but at least she tried. She spent a whole day with me to go through an entire kindergarten workbook. I saw a loving mother in her. She did everything for me. And she still does. Typing this made me remember parts of my childhood where she was there for me. My mom stayed for me. My dad planned to leave. Maybe there were secrets kept from me by both sides, but I sure as hell know now who loved me more when the love grew thin. 

The point of this entry was to see if I could recall and reflect on my childhood with my dad. I wanted to see if after this, I would choose to accept or reject him as a father figure in my life until now.

I choose to reject.

but, I will still care for and respect him like he did to me. 

Who did I choose to look up to as people I could strive to grow for as a kid?

Cau Vu, Cau Long, Chu Khai, Chu Quy, Catherine, Ben, Aaron, David, Amma, Mo Anh, Chi No, Michael, Shirley, Tracie, Tammi, Apac, my dad, and my mom.

Who do I choose to grow for now?

My mom, Crystal, Chu Quy, Grandpa, Grandma, Cau Long, Eric, Andy, Dony, Isaiah, Catherine, Ben, Aaron, Amma, my birds lol, Cau Bao, my little brother, and most importantly, myself. 

This whole process was a good way for me to find a form of self love. I went back into my past to reflect on how I was treated in order to see for myself who was truly there and opened their arms to me. The only person missing in this equation was my dad. That’s why I choose to reject him as a real man and a father figure during my childhood.

I realized that growing up, I barely had support in front of me, but I pushed believing that through hard work and achieving, I’d get to a good college after hs, choose a good career, and graduate with stellar experiences.

Boy, did that work out lol

However, I had massive support behind me. I have a mom who loves me unconditionally and will sacrifice anything for me, no matter how hard she has it. I have uncles who believe in me and made me smile as a kid. They still give me cash every year. I have Amma, who loves me unconditionally as well and still asks me if I’m hungry even today every single damn time I come over. What a G. I have a fucking badass grandpa who told me the day he sees my career take off is the day he will have lived long enough. He even collects every single plastic and glass recyclable to help earn some money and gives it all to me. I have a grandma who believes I have a good heart and the strength to succeed.

In fact, now that I think about it, when I changed my major and couldn’t bring myself to find purpose in life, my grandma was the only person who observed me each day for weeks and walked into my room one day and told me don’t be sad son, This isn’t like you. Don’t be sad. She might’ve been a one of the reasons why I decided to wake up one day and do something about it. 

I have an uncle named Cau Long who will always gives me guidance when I ask for it. Sometimes when I don’t lol. I have another uncle named Cau Vu who still treats me like his own. I have cousins who remind me what it’s like to grow up as a kid and motivate me to be a good role model to them. I have Chu Quy, who accepts me like his own son. I have Crystal, nah gay as fuck. I have cousins from a different family who always find a way to keep in touch and bond together. I have friends who want the best for me and will support me no matter what. I have a little brother who looks over my back. And I have everything in me to know that nothing, not even a shortcoming or toxic energy from others will stop me from being my own fucking man.

“There is no nobility in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.” - Ernest Hemingway

[blurrybethny]

Diary entry #1

So hi since I don't really have a true best friend irl and I don't wanna bother my internet best friend with the same stuff every time, I thought I'd use my tumblr blog as a diary to let my thoughts out. I hope you don't mind. To make it easier for me to describe situations with people I'm just gonna call them by their first letter of their name. November 2016 I finally started getting closer to my friends. I finally started having fun. I was hanging out a lot with my guy friends. We even had a little road trip and it was honestly so much fun. It was a bit awkward for me because I've been friends with M and S for a longer time now, I've also known F for some time now but we never really talked much. So so I was a driver and when we drove back home we switched passengers and F drove with me this time. Honestly he talked so much about his dreams and his life and his feelings and I enjoyed listening to that a lot actually. He also told me about the tattoo he wanted. He wanted some kind of snake around his arm. So overall I really enjoyed this road trip and I started to like F. After that trip F was messaging me a bit about tattoos because I already have one. And I honestly don't know why but I decided I wanted to try and draw his tattoo so I actually did and it turned out pretty good. And I showed it to him and he liked it as well. December 2016 So F messaged me from time to time. On one weekend the prom for the 10th graders was happening (I'm a senior btw) and my friends wanted to go there but I was not sure if I would go too but F actually messaged me and said that it would be cool if I'd come as well. So I actually did and I was a driver so I drove with three of my guy friends to that prom. Overall we were a bigger group of friends with 3 other girls but they always kept running off and I stayed with the guys which I always do. However, most of them ran off from time to time as well and they always left me and F alone. The funny thing on this evening was though that F literally was by my side all the time, wherever I was going he was there. Whenever I was sitting somewhere he sat next to me, whenever we were standing outside he stood next to me and sometimes came even closer to me. Also btw he looked really good with a tucked in shirt and nice pants. I just thought I'd let you know. So we were about to leave and I had my car parked quite far away so F said to the others that they should join me so I wouldn't have to go alone to the car. After I got home he messaged me asking if I got home safe. So after that he literally messaged me everyday and I started developing a crush on him. However, it was pretty difficult for me to keep up a conversation with him because we barely have anything in common and I never knew what to say to him. So he decided he wanted to get his tattoo in a city an hour away. So he asked me if I wanted to join him when he drives there for the first time to make an appointment and then afterwards we could go to a restaurant or something. But my parents didn't let me. So I stayed home. I still regret it honestly I wish I would have gone anyways. I wanna know what would have happened. A day after I was hanging out with F, S and two other guy friends. F came really close to me like twice. And S said as a joke to him that in that prom this girl wanted to flirt with him because she probably has a crush on him. So what do I hear two days later? He went on a date with her. Like what the hell. He seemed so interested in me and then he goes on a date with that girl? I was so jealous and I thought they wouldn't work out anyways. But they went on another date and S (who is F's best friend btw) kept telling me about all the stuff F and the girl did like they slept together in a bed and massaged each other like wtf. I finally accepted that it was stupid to think that he would like but I still had a little crush on him. So there was this Christmas concert at my school where me and my friends decided to go. F was in a really bad mood the whole evening because the girl he liked didn't talk to him. And because of how stupid he is, the same evening he asked her if she wanted to be his girlfriend like bro. But she said no and apparently F cried about it. I honestly laughed when I heard that. After that he was really crushed but he didn't wanna give up yet. But after like a week he kind of accepted it I guess. So S got a new tv and a big sofa so him F and S and me decided to have a movie marathon the whole night. Me the only girl with 3 their guys. Totally normal I know. So we watched movies all night and F kept falling asleep. But at one point we all started having a pillow fight and literally all of them hit me with the pillows and especially F kept grabbing my legs and arms (oh btw he was shirtless the whole time). By that time I still had a crush on him. Stupid I know. So two days after that another friend celebrated his birthday and New Year's Eve the same evening. I was hoping that it would be fun. Well. F was already getting drunk by like 10pm and honestly I drank quite a lot as well. One cocktail after the other. Then two girl friends on mine told me that S has a crush on me and honestly I kind of knew it but I was hoping that it wasn't true. That ruined my mood so much I swear. So after that one girl told me that F would talk to me about this. So I went outside and we were both already super drunk. So he told me that S has a crush on me and that he feels bad for him because he's his best friend and yea. We went back inside and I honestly kept drinking so much. I had like 4 shots and like 6 cocktails. And F even was like "oh I know why you're doing this" but honestly I didn't even know myself why I was doing this. So I kept getting more drunk and dizzy. Most of my friends already left only one girl and also a lot of classmates were left. So I sat next to guys I usually don't talk to hin school. L was sitting right next to me and his hand was on my thigh basically the whole time and I did not care at all. I even laid my head on his should the whole time. And then I just threw up out of nowhere. I threw up on myself. Isn't that fucking great. I'm still so embarrassed because of this. So K and L walked me outside and held me because I could barely walk on my own anymore. And I kept hugging L and K and then my dad finally picked me up and so that night ended at like 5am with me and my vomit all over my clothes and my dad laughing at me. I couldn't sleep all night because I felt so sick. January 2017 The next day I was still kinda sick. F messaged me again. We talked a bit and then in the evening he called me but I'm so awkward so I didn't pick up. Literally 2 minutes later the fucking door rings. I'm like "no way that's him". So I hear my dad opening the door and I hear Fs voice. I was so shocked I swear. So I ran downstairs to let him in and we went to my room. Like why did he do this. Why did he drive all this way to my house. Honestly I thought about this a few times. Like him in my room but not because of the reason he was actually there. So he asked me how I was feeling and he wanted to talk with me about S and yea. Then he left again. I think he wanted to hug me but I didn't get it so we didn't hug. So S didnt know that F and this other girl told me that he has a crush on me before. But then he did and he was so pissed at F and the girl that he wanted to cancel our trip to Croatia (which I fought so fucking hard for but that's another story). And I was pissed that he was being such a bitch about this. Then a few days later he calmed down again and they were friends again but then the girls was being a bitch. And our vacation was on the line. And she kept being stupid and giving stupid reasons about why she wouldn't be able to join us on the trip to Croatia. So finally we're only 5 people driving to Croatia however I'm the only girl with 4 guys. And I had a crush on one of the guys and the guys best friend has a crush on me so that's fun. Also me and S talked about the situation between us and he said that he still wants to be friends with me and I also wanted that. However he asked me why i would not give him a chance, if I liked somebody else, if I liked F. And I just had to deny it. If I said I liked F the real drama would have started. And I knew spending between me and F would never work out anyway so I just want to get over it. So since the drama from New Year's Eve I've actually been messaging with L (the thigh guy) and I started to like him a lot because he has really good music taste, doesn't look too bad, is interesting and talkative and just fun. Then like from one day to the other we've messaged literally all day and he even started talking to me in school in like every break. It was kind of awkward because I always sit with my friends in my breaks and S (the guy that has a crush on me) is there as well. So whenever L came up to me to talk to me I could literally feel his looks. So on Thursday F actually fucking messaged me asking what's going on between me and L. He even was like "does it not bother you that he flirts with other girls?" Like honestly what the hell. They act like I am not allowed to talk to anybody else. Like that's so unfair. February 2017 So on Friday I actually went out with L and went to the cinema. At the afternoon S asked me if i would drive to one of our friends to like hang out and i said that she didn't invite me and i didn't know about this (which is true). Then when I parked at the cinema I fucking saw S's car and B said hey to me. Like wow what kind of bad timing is that. So i said hi to L and we went into the cinema. And who the fuck do i see coming in? B went in saw me with L and went out. Like what the actual fuck. They stalked me. They have no fucking right to do that. I have the right to hang out with everybody anywhere and anytime I want. And then F even had the fucking nerve to ask me "what I'm doing tonight" I was just like "I'm pretty sure you already know". So me and L watched the movie. I was supposed to drive him home that night so we walked to my car. And he actually tried to kiss me (short backstory: I've never kissed anyone). But I rejected him and hugged him instead then he tried again and I just turned away and was like "it's okey". I was so anxious and uncomfortable and just confused. I didn't want that. Honestly I imagined it with him actually because I started to like him but at that moment I did not want that at all. So we sat in my car and I just wanted to get him out as fast as possible. And it was just awkward we barely said anything. Then I finally dropped him off at his house and I swear I'm so lucky that I did not crash because I was so emotionally unstable and it was raining so hard and yea. So I finally got home and L even messaged me again but I just went to sleep. The next day I just ignored him. Then in the evening I said I was sorry but it's not the right time. And since then we barely talked. Today in school I've been avoiding my "friends" because what they did on Friday was so fucking unfair. And I also avoided L. But he still messaged me everyday and said that he wants to be friends with me but it's difficult because apparently he kind of has feelings for me and that he'll just wait for them to go away. So that's the current situation right now. I'll give an update again soon xoxo

[babygirlblogging-lise-blog]

My First

I failed my driving test. 

That was in the fall of 2017, I was a senior in high school. All of my friends were getting their licenses and cars while I was stuck being a passenger. The woman who failed me thought I wasn’t confident enough. Like damn, can’t even be nervous without being penalized these days huh? She failed me for the most ridiculous shit. But that has nothing to do with the story I plan on telling. 

A few weeks before my eighteenth birthday I tried again. This was something I needed to do before I turned 18. Giving up wasn’t an option. There was no way I wanted to retake my written if I didn’t pass before I was considered a legal adult. The guy who tested me this time? He was fine as hell and now that I think about it, I was supposed to text him when I turned eighteen. I lost his number, sadly. But that also has nothing to do with the story. I want to tell you the story about the first guy I-

-’ve always been cheap. I was ten when my aunt was going to get a new car. I convinced her to save her old car for me so that when I started driving I wouldn’t have to buy a car. By the end of the summer of 2017, my grandpa fixed up the old car and I was all good to go. Free to go wherever I wanted. I no longer had to wait around for people, waste money on lyfts or walk. So naturally, I took myself on adventures. 

One night, against my better judgement. I lied to my mom and said I was going to hang out with my friends. If I would have told her what I was really going to do, she would’ve gone into over protective mode and I didn’t want that. I just wanted some time to myself. I drove over the bridge and into Philly. Not for a concert or any other event. I just wanted some me time. I parked my car. Got oreo ice cream and sugar cookies from Insomnia Cookies and walked around the city. 

Not going to lie and say I knew exactly where I was at all times. I wasn’t even guaranteed that I was safe, I wasn’t focused on my surroundings. All I know is I was somewhere around Broad Street, because that’s where Insomnia Cookies was located. I came across this huge, gorgeous building, I’m not very good at names. Everything was lit up and there was art on the sides of some of the buildings surrounding it. There was even a fountain in front of it all. The scene just looked so beautiful. I walked across the street, hopped up on a ledge and just took it all in. It felt serene, even with so many people flooding the sidewalks. I sat and continued eating my snacks, I was enjoying clearing my head. Until someone interrupted me that is… 

“Hey.” I looked up to see a cute guy. There were a few girls not too far from me talking. It was the beginning of August, late at night but still pushing eighty degrees. Of course they were clad in clothes that left nothing to the imagination. I figured he was talking to them. Guys like the ones who look easy. He couldn’t have been talking to me. So I went back to dipping my cookie into my ice cream and admiring the scenery. I didn’t really acknowledge the fact that he moved a little closer to me. He said hey again and I finally looked up at him directly, before looking around. He laughed a little. “I don’t blame you for being that into ya snacks. I love their shit. But I’ve been trying to get your attention for a minute.” Yep, he’s definitely talking to me. I was confused as to why though. I get hit on by guys pretty often, I know I’m not ugly but with him talking to me, I felt extremely insecure. Suddenly I wished that I had dressed a little better. I looked like a child for fucks sakes. I was wearing a gold fish shirt, black tights, a hat that said “Hoodrats” and Chucks. I was even swinging my legs off the ledge, eating ice cream! 

He introduced himself as Dey. I wanted to know the name his mom gave him so I asked him for his full name. Ayinde. Pronounced Uh-zhen-day. Unique. It has African origins. He told me that my name was almost as pretty as I was. If I were white, I definitely would have blushed. I didn’t understand why he made me feel so shy. 

 I learned that he was mixed with Irish, Haitian and Cuban. Interesting mix, I know. Despite his slight baby face, he turned out to be 20. He was tall, about 6’1. He had taken his hat off to redo his ponytail, he tied his curly, brown hair back into a man bun. He was light skinned with a slight tan. Doe brown eyes paired with the cutest smile. He was dressed in all black, I would’ve been a little concerned if it weren’t for the logo on his hat. I could see a tattoo peeking out from under his short sleeved shirt. Just my type. 

I was tired of the small talk and beating around the bush. “Why’d you come over here to talk to me?” Instead of replying, the douche just smiled and then hopped up on the ledge next to me. It was weird. I was supposed to be having me time, if any other guy did this I would’ve been rude. I wouldn’t have given them the time of day. I wasn’t even afraid, Ayinde strangely made me feel safe. Something was telling me to give him a chance, instead of shutting him down. 

“Well, I was on break, I work across the street.” He points to a small cafe. “I saw you walk by and… I don’t know I thought you were beautiful. Now that I’ve gotten closer, it seems so effortless. No make up and you’re not even dressed up.”

Shit, I have no clue what to say to this. He’s been nice and respectful. “Thank you.” Well, that was lame but it was safe. We talked more before he had to go back to work. He was funny as hell, we both had the same rude, dark, sarcastic humor. He complimented me pretty often and he seemed kind of bummed that he had to leave once his break was over. 

“Why don’t you grow some balls and just ask me what you wanna ask me.” I thought to myself, I should be a fucking actress. I’m great at faking confidence. 

He laughed and just smiled at me for a second. “Well, I would like to get to know you more. Can I get your number?” 

You know when you give someone your number, you almost expect them to wait days or weeks to text you. Surprisingly, Ayinde texted me that night. 

AYINDE: hey beautiful, u get home safely?

ME: Oh shit, I see u found ur balls! 

AYINDE: lol yea yea yea. I know I was acting like a pussy earlier but that’s not how I usually am

***

AYINDE: FT me? I haven’t seen u since we met punk

ME: No I look crazy rn 

AYINDE: Is tht even possible? I think you’re cute af

ME: aww thanks but everyone’s entitled to their own insecurities

AYINDE: Ig but that’s y u need me 

ME: wym?

AYINDE: to take away your insecurities

ME: Doubt that’s possible 

AYINDE: try me

***

ME: entertain meee! I’m bored, stuck at my great grandma’s house :(

AYINDE: I literally just woke up, still in bed

ME: Luckyyy, my head’s fucking killing me

AYINDE: wish I could help

ME: me too lol do u have superpowers? 

AYINDE: no, do u?

ME: Nah I’m not tht awesome 

AYINDE: I think ur pretty awesome

Ayinde and I got closer over the next month. We hadn’t actually seen each other after the first time we met. He worked crazy hours and still had school. I worked everyday and had school as well. Plus, I wasn’t completely comfortable meeting up with a guy I didn’t really know. He understood that. He always made sure I was comfortable before we did anything. He eventually convinced me to facetime him… a lot... and when we didn’t he acted like a big baby.

ME: u happy now?

AYINDE: lol no

ME: y not -_-

AYINDE: I got nothing pretty to look at now

ME: whose fault it tht?

AYINDE: idk. Do u kno?

ME: Lol yea ik

AYINDE: tell me 

ME: yours :P

AYINDE: well if u came over we wouldn’t have this problem

I was a very late bloomer. I knew freshmen girls who got pregnant, meanwhile I hadn’t had my first kiss until I was 16. I didn’t start dating until 17. I was a fresh 18 and I was still a virgin. I waited a while to tell him because I liked him and didn’t want to scare him off. But he surprised me, I learned that he wasn’t like other guys. Most guys only want you for one thing. And that’s to get them off. Not all are gonna be lovey dovey when you’re not putting out. 

ME: I hate being a girl. I think my uterus just exlpoded. Im dying

AYINDE: Aww u can’t die yet, I havent taken u out yet

ME: wut do u want from meee

AYINDE: I told u what I want 

ME: hmmmm

AYINDE: i didnt? 

ME: u could have an ulterior motive

AYINDE: lol what? Ayo y cant I just think ur gorgeous and want to get to kno u, find out who u r

***

He was very protective of me. Anytime I even looked a tiny bit sad or sounded off, he was ready to beat someone up for me. 

AYINDE: ur awake? 

ME: Yea just woke up on some bs 

AYINDE: u good?

ME: yea im ok lol

AYINDE: u sure? I’ll fuck someone up

ME: lol yea im good now

And as the oldest, always looking out for my little brothers and my friends. It felt good to have someone looking out for me for a change. 

***

ME: I move into college tmw nd I aint pack shit yet

AYINDE: ur bugging

ME: Pack 4 me?

AYINDE: lol ill pass

ME: my back hurts like all hell, some of this shit is heavy

AYINDE: what u carrying…?

ME: 4 one, I hav a lot of clothes, they add up nd I had to take em downstairs

AYINDE: lol whoakay wittle wone

ME: fuck u, this shit weighs more than me! I almost fell down the stairs!

AYINDE: thts cuz ur like 87 lbs

ME: Aye! Give me my props, im like 120

AYINDE: lol i see u killa

I fucking loved when he called me that, made me feel invincible. 

Despite how it seems this isn’t a love story. This isn’t a memoir about me finding my first love. Bleh. That’s so sappy. I want to tell you about the first time I stepped out of my comfort zone. You’ve experienced a snippet of our relationship. Ayinde and I were never together. We were just people who met at the wrong time. Had too much going on in our separate lives to focus on developing a relationship. But it didn’t stop us from pursuing the unique friendship we had. For years we maintained contact, I’d visit him pretty often but we always kept our distance when it came to personal things. We used each other as escapes from our realities. We were each other’s vacation after a long week. 

One night we were hanging out and things got more heated than they usually did. I wasn’t prepared to take the next step with anyone. No worries, I’m not about to make you uncomfortable and talk about how I lost my virginity because that isn’t the point. Before I say anything, I did have a great childhood. But some things did leave me scarred, I struggled with intimacy as a result. To make a long story short, it makes me self conscious, not something I’ll flaunt for the whole world to see. 

I’m the type of girl who will wait until the bathroom is empty to change my pad or start going to the bathroom. If it’s too busy, I’ll wait all day until I go home. In the locker room, I’d find the farthest corner or wait until all the girls leave to change my clothes. I’m not comfortable being alone around men. I used to clench my pocket knife in my hand when I walked home alone at night. The list goes on. 

The point of this memoir is to tell about the first time I felt completely comfortable in my own skin. Let alone, around a guy. 

They were everywhere. Trailing from my neck and back up against mine. His lips were distracting. I could barely focus. Let alone notice that the both of us were wearing less and less clothing by the minute. I stopped. 

I wouldn’t be able to handle him not liking what he saw. What if I did a bad job? What if he stopped talking to me?

“Do you want me to stop?” Ayinde pulled back from me looking concerned. He looks so cute right now. I kind of wanted to pick up where we left off. 

“Ye-No. It’s just, can you turn the lights completely down?” He liked his room dim, not too bright or dark. It was normally perfect but at that moment, they were making this situation turn into a nightmare.

“Um, why? What’s wrong?” He’s still hovering above me. I didn’t really want him to move. I bit my lip, contemplating. 

“Just don’t look at me any differently. Okay?” I pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him hard. Hoping that my issues with myself wouldn’t be a big deal, I’ve never gone this far with anyone. 

When the time came. I held my breath. Okay, I see my pants on the floor near the dresser. My shirt is near the door. I was locating my clothing so that I’d be able to leave quicker. I’m not really one to feel embarrassed but this was going to be borderline humiliating if I wasn’t enough for him. This reminded me of how I felt when I failed my driving test, but I wanted to do this with Ayinde. I didn’t want to quit just because I hadn’t grown the balls to show anyone else. I didn’t want to miss out because I was nervous as to what he might think. I had to at least give him a chance. 

What Ayinde did shocked me. Instead of being grossed out or losing his hard on. He didn’t ask any questions, he didn’t say anything. He kissed every part of my body and when he was done he leaned down to kiss my lips. I was worried, about him seeing all of me, for no reason. He wound up giving me the confidence I needed to be comfortable in my own skin. He told me what I needed to hear from a guy that I was into, not my parents: 

“You’re beautiful.”

And just like that... I didn’t have anymore insecurities. 

[hellotvv]

Recap

Well, I guess I’m writing this for the second time now :( but I guess I could include my day today...

So last week was a fairly idk stressful week, but I’m feeling much better now! Idk things got figured out and yeah, stress went away. I, also, had a pretty great weekend too. It was especially good, since it was kinda full of surprises in some ways. Nothing was really planned, and it’s kinda cool when nice things happen unexpectedly. :)

Friday, it was a crazy storm day. I was supposed to go to office hours, so I could ask for some help on my lab reports that were due Wednesday before lab. But it was legit raining way too crazy that I didn’t really wanna go. So I emailed my TA and asked if he’ll be possibly free on Tuesday. So my TA is honestly the worst TA i’ve ever had. I legit think that if I had any other ochem lab ta, I’d be doing way way better in this class. Like on the first lab report, there should be some amnesty for certain things. He legit took a point off for having fringes left on the uh lab report paper... The thing is, I’ve legit always turned in with fringes, and it never really mattered since the lab reports are passed back for the students to keep. Like okay, he want fringes off. But it’s the FIRST lab report, can he seriously not write hey no fringes next time, otherwise I’ll have to take off points. Nope, he legit just takes off points -.- like zzz, he grades ridiculously hard and his quizzes are legit way harder than any other TA’s quizzes. So it’s actually ridiculous lol... The thing that upsets me the most is he finally replied to that email I sent him Friday morning BEFORE office hours, Tuesday night... It took him a whole 5 days+ to finally reply to my email, and when he did reply it was too late lol. He was like, can you ask the questions after the lab tmrw? I was like ??? in my head, since I legit wanted office hours to get help for the lab report that was due BEFORE the lab. So I had 0 questions for after lab today lol. I still don’t know how it took him so long to reply to his emails. Like he could have checked it during his office hours, or idk even on Tuesday. Like it’s his school email too and he’s a grad student/TA. Like pretty sure he gets emails... No clue how he only checks or replys Tuesday night before my lab... -.-  Anyways, Friday was kinda idk just a day. I ended up driving home in the pouring rain, and the trip took nearly 5 hours... The drive is normally 2 hours - 2 hours and 30 minutes maybe. But it took 5 hours, because of the rain. Since cars would break down, ppl would get into accidents, and you naturally have to drive slower in the rain. But yeah, the traffic was actually insane, and I understand since it’s some heavy heavy rain. But it was really really exhausting being stuck in traffic alone in a car, stop and go, for hours... ._. I was so tired that I ate dinner and immediately knocked out after I got home. So I didn’t really do anything Friday.

But Saturday was hmhm a pretty good day actually. So I woke up late and I didn’t really do anything on Saturday. Since my friend Fyona was busy-ish on Saturday, and I didnt really make any plans with people. Then it was around 5ish and Jia randomly snapchatted me and asked me if I wanted to eat with her. So I was like yeee, and chose raising canes. She was down and drove and pick me up! It’s nice being driven, since honestly I drive my friends most of the time, and I rarely rarely get driven around :( So it was very nice of her to drive me! When she first saw me get into her car, she was like woahh Theo you lost weight! I was like yesss, I’ve been really good about my diet~ and she was really impressed like wowow. Haha, idk it’s cool when ppl notice when you put in hard work! I’ve been pretty good about my diet for weeks now and have lost weight! :D #KawaiiTheoAgain? Anyways, it was just cool talking to her and catching up on life in general. We ate at raising canes, and then went to Cafe Maji for drinks and to just hang out for a bit longer. I ordered a thai tea latte, then a bit later Jia was like ooh u ordered taro? I was like ?? nono, I ordered thai tea! She was like ooh I thought u said taro. Then the waitress brings out taro latte o.o I was like huh... I guess I did~ I suppose i was reading thai tea latte and somehow said taro outloud, which was below thai tea in the menu. But it was fine, and I finished the taro latte and it was alright. Just surprising that idk I ordered something else and didn’t even know! Uhh, idk how the convo came up exactly, but I think talking about vacations to places. She wanted to like go to Japan, or like SF trip, or idk. I was like yoo, u can just airbnb with friends and split the cost and it’s not bad. She surprisingly never heard of airbnb, so I explained and told her it’s fairly cool haha. She was like wowow, and thanked me for sharing it with her. She was like huh, you know I learn something new each time I hang out with you. I realized that it was kinda true, every time I see her, somehow she ends up like learning about something new. I think this is pretty cool actually, since idk I don’t intentionally try to do it. But I do like sharing cool facts or sharing about my hobbies/passion with ppl, and I think it’s kinda cool learning something new :D. She enjoys it lol and I realized I got my friend Brent into fashion nowadays! He’s mostly into sneakers rn, but yeahhh. Idk I like getting ppl into new things :) I guess I have a wide range of interests and hobbies that I have quite a bit to share? But anyways, she drove me home, and it was a nice idk hangout with my friend Jia. She even said she’ll make plans one of these days to drive up to SB and hang out! I was like woo :) Then I went home and kinda just read chinese novels until I late at night, since haha.

The next day was a pretty adventurous day o.o and full of idk surprises. I’m also a very weak boy :( But uh to begin, I woke up at like 10ish and was sleepy. Since I was meeting up with Fyona at 11 to do a laundromat shoot with her. She was very very rushy, and was like yoo get here at 11. Since her mom is fairly strict and doesn’t like her hanging out, so she lied and said she had to go study at 11, so I had to be there at 11. I got there at like 10:58 and she was like, oh my mom is making me help her cook, and then she had to wait for her mom to leave until she could leave. But then she still needed to do makeup and etc, so I had to wait outside alone in the parking lot for legit 50 minutes nearly T_T I mean, I didn’t mind, since I was actually just chilling on my phone and was content. But yee, I had to roast her a bit for that doe. She was like haha you could have napped or slept longer, since I didn’t even get out till 11:50. So I called her a monster for rushing me and how she was super adamant about 11 AM, only to make me wait outside alone for 50 mins. But yeee, it was silly, and then I drove us to the laundromat. But it was too crowded to shoot actually. Like Fyona and I don’t mind shooting in crowded locations. But if we shot there, it would just inconvenience ppl, and we’re not big on dat. So we decided to just do the shoot another day. So we went to go eat, and then she had a shoot schedule at 1:30ish. She asked me to come along, and it was nearby at huntington beach pier. So I went along and while we were walking around, we randomly met a popular photography iger that we both follow! I was like huh that dood kinda looks like dfreske (guy was carrying a camera too), and it turns out to be him! Wowow, we said hi and said we’re fans of his, and yeah :) it was cool. Then we met up with uh the photographer that Fyona was shooting with. The dude was hmhm alright, I think the photos came out decently well, but he was fairly quiet and didn’t do too much directing or anything, and yeah. Around this time while the shoot was on going, Catherine texted me out of the blue, and was like wutt you’re in the oc area? Are you free? I was like, oh ye, I am, and she was like oh come hang with cole + these uh 3 friends of hers. Cole is a photographer that I met through Hope and Catherine previously and he’s a pretty nice dude. But yeah, I legit haven’t talked to Catherine since like winter break lol. Uhh after the shoot was over, it was almost 3, and Fyona had to be home by 3. Fyona tried to push it back to 4, so she could come hang with Catherina and I, but she couldn’t. So I had nothing better to do, so I head over and met up with them. They already finished shooting, so we met up at a mcd and chilled. It was cole, some girl, and this guy name Adam, and Catherine ofc. Cole and the girl had to go study math not too long after, so they left. But yeah, Catherine was like, ooh we can hang at her place, so we all head over to Catherine’s place (adam, cat, and I). Adam turned out to be a pretty nice dude, he’s into streetwear a bit, and plays overwatch. They all went to the same school at Catherine, so that’s how they know each other. Catherine told me that her mom and grandma occasionally asks where I’ve been lol, since I used to go over to her house quite frequently over winter break. When we got to her house, I said hi to her grandma, and she was surprised to see me lol. Also met her mom a bit later and she was like ooh you’re back home. Idk I think it’s kinda cool that they like me? Idk why they do, since I don’t really do anything lol. But yeah :D wooo! Anyways, we hung out and watched supernatural (meh tv show) at catherine’s living room. Then we decided to head over to south coast plaza, since nothing better to do. Walked around and it was cool. Stopped by the Saint Laurent store, but I was dressed poorly and didn’t want to go in, but Adam did haha. Shortly after, all the stores were closing and it was only like 6:30, but I guess it’s a Sunday. We head over to a thrift store nearby just for fun idk. Didn’t buy anything, but Catherine randomly met up/saw one of her friends, and they were like omg. They made me take a pic of them, and I used my iphone 7 portrait mode and they were like wowow lit. The girl left, and then Catherine, Adam, and I decided to go grab boba + ice cream at some boba place in garden grove. I’ve been there before once with Calvin, and the place is okie. It was getting close to 8:30 and Catherine had to go home. I was gonna go meet up with my buddy Brent, who came to the oc area to hang out. He also was hanging out with his gf, since uh she was staying at her roommate Shannie’s place in Laguna Beach for the 3 day weekend for fun. So he figured he’ll come down to hang with me and elizabeth/shannie. So I was driving Adam and Catherine back, and Catherine’s mom told her to be home by like 8:30ish or whatever. So I was like ooh, I can drop you off first, then Adam. But she was like oh it’d be easier for u to drop off adam, and then bring me home. I didn’t really mind the order, since they’re both the same distance regardless and nearby. Adam and I insisted on dropping Catherine off home first, since she did have a curfew and didn’t wanna make her get in trouble with her mom. So when I was dropping her off, she was like, ‘you’re gonna come to my place after u drop off adam right?’ I was like ???? what in my head O_O.. Since I was gonna go have a nice dinner with buddy Brent. Then she pulled the idk sympathy/guilt trip card. She was like, ‘oh you’re leaving tomorrow, and haven’t posted snapsfromtheo in a while. also idk if i’ll be able to make it to lunch tomorrow too’. She suggested lunch the next day, before I leave. So uhh, idk ;-; i’m a weak boy and couldn’t say no after she said all that... I had to text brent and was like T_T sorry I can’t make it ahhh, and explained why. Elizabeth and brent were fine for it and encouraged me to go to cat’s house... I was like lol... But yeah, went over to her place after dropping off Adam. Honestly it wasn’t anything eventful. We sat fairly close in her living room couch, watched supernatural, and made small conversation here and there. Then it was like 11ish and I went home afterwards. Idk it was okie and not bad, but I kinda would have rather ate dinner with my buddy brent and elizabeth. But yeah, Sunday was still a pretty surprising day. Hung out with Fyona, met popular ig photographer, randomly ended up hanging out with Catherine, got guilt tripped, and didn’t hang out with Brent/Elizabeth. But had a good day nevertheless!

Monday was still a fairly interesting day as well. So I woke up, and then around like 1ish, picked up Catherine, and we decided to get ramen. I chose kitakata ramen, since she never been there before haha. There was quite a wait when we got there like 40 mins. So we decided to stop by the camp or whatever, which is nearby Kitakata. The camp is like a small food + shopping area, with a unique design. It was kinda cool to walk around, and then uh Catherine made me take another photo of her with my iPhone 7 portrait mode haha. It was kinda nice hanging out with her, and then we made it back in time before we got called to come inside kitakata. She turned out to like kitakata quite a bit, and agrees it’s better than shin sen gumi haha. While we were eating, she made an instagram post and uploaded the iphone 7 photo I took of her that day, and had a very nice caption about me... ;-; I was like nooo, don’t give me affection, I am weak boy in my head. But yeah, while we were eating, she roasted me a bit for not telling her that I was back in the oc area, but I was like I casually snapchatted it tho! She was like wowow i had to find out from Fyona’s snapchat story sad. So now I have to tell her the next time I’m heading back. I dropped her off and got a big hug, and then I headed off to pick up Fyona. For Catherine, it was definitely nice seeing her and hanging out with her again after not seeing her in a while. She oddly was super nice and made a lot of idk effort/took the initiative to hang out! I guess I’ve kinda grown out of my crush on her, and not really interested anymore. But it was nice hanging out with her as friends and would prob hang out with her again if I go home for the weekend. Fyona wanted to hang out before I left, and was free around like 2ish. But I was still with cat until 3, but fyona nice girl and waited till 3 to hang out with me. Then we went to ikea, since she wanted to. We got ikea food, sigh I ate again, and idk how or why I did. But yeah, ikea food is honestly not that bad considering the price. I’ve eaten their ice cream/hot dog before, but monday I ate their other food, and it’s not bad considering the price. It was cool walking around and chilling with Fyona, and then it was like 5 so I had to drop Fyona off, then it was time to head back to SB. I left for SB around rush hour, but surprisingly there was no traffic at all! O_O I was so surprised... Like idk why, since shouldn’t national holidays normally have more ppl free and driving around rush hour? But yeah, even when passing LA, there was no traffic and it wasn’t even raining or anything... I got back to SB fairly quickly, but I was kinda tired after the short 2 hour drive. Idk I guess I don’t go home as often as I used to, so I don’t drive long distances frequently anymore, so it kinda burns me out nowadays haha. Oh well. But got back at night, rested for a bit, then had to do my history homework and math homework, so I stayed up a bit late. It was nice sleeping in my room in SB again, since idk used to my pillow setup at SB lol.

Tuesday and Wednesday has been ughhh. So Tuesday, I slept late on monday doing homework, but I had to wake up early for my 8 am history section. It was raining as well at 8 am, so I had to go to class in the cold rain at 8 am T_T. Then after, my friend brent came over to get lunch and hang out for a bit. Then went to 4 o’clock class and got back. Then my 2nd pair of yeezys came! So there’s quite a story behind this, but I’m lazy to write it all out. But brent and i supposed to cop yeezys together during the drop. He fell asleep at like 3 am, and I did wake him up by calling him, and then he went back to sleep and asked me to get his size. I did, but I didn’t tell him I did, since Idk if he deserved it. It’s like waiting in a long concert ticket line to get concert tickets at 3 am, and your friend who’s waiting in line with you is tired and goes home and asks for u to stay up and try to get their ticket. it’s like uhhh, if I put in all this work, and you didn’t at least wait up with me/tried with me, do you deserve it still? But yeah, I ended up being nice and sold him the yeezys for retail. He was very very surprised and very grateful, and it was like a nice surprise gift. Since he did want the pair, but was sad he didn’t get it since he fell asleep. But yeah, he promised to treat me out to a lavish dinner one of these days to make it up for me and was super happy. Then he left, and Tuesday night began. I had 2 long long lab reports due the next day on Wednesday AND I had a midterm for greek myth. I didn’t really study for greek myth, since class is fairly easy, but still. I legit pulled an all nighter with my friend Kristy, and we both finally finished the two long lab reports at like 10 AM lol... So I was EXHAUSTED. I went to class to take my midterm and I think I did pretty well on it, maybe an A. But I was sleepy af and just wanted to sleep sigh... Then I stayed up and then finished up lab report completely + did prelab, and then studied for the lab quiz that’ll happen during lab. So yeah did that, went to lab, turned everything in, took quiz, and the experiment was kinda long and lame. But I’m finally free! The rest of the week isn’t too bad, besides the fact that I have to study for my math midterm on Tuesday. But ughh, I’m basically ready to pass out, since I legit haven’t slept in so long lol... Long long day, but yeah that was my kinda adventurous weekend, and long Tuesday night and Wednesday. Tomorrow should be not bad and smash tournie to go to! So woo, hopefully this weekend will be great too~

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Chapter 11: I punched him again.

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"Would you mind passing me another box?" Harry asked.

I slipped a cardboard box into my fingers and dropped it onto the floor, sliding it across the hard slats of the wooden floor of the room to Harry. "Tape," I warned him as he caught the box under his foot and looked up for me to toss him the clear tape.  As I returned to picking things up off of his desk and placing them in a cardboard box of my own, I glanced his way and watched him extend all sides of the box and quickly slap some tape across the bottom of the box.  He was wearing a faded blue "Holbrooke" shirt and some jeans with his hair down.  He extended his long, inked arm across the expanse of his wooden dresser and slid it across the top so that everything fell into the box he'd just taped together.  He placed the now full box on the bare mattress of his bed with a few other boxes we'd filled and taped shut.

Harry's phone was playing the Weekly Top Hits playlist on Spotify. The door to the room was shut so that we were secluded from the rest of the Kappa Sig house.  After Jackson left my apartment the day before, Harry stayed with me the rest of the afternoon.  He didn't speak much, but rather listened to me talk and finally suggested we watch a movie, probably since he didn't want to talk.  Much this morning and afternoon, he didn't speak either, but I didn't take it personally. I know when I got angry or upset, I more than often got into my own head as well.  I just hoped he wasn't thinking that I was a part of the reason that he was kicked out of the frat.  Cameron was never kicked out because he was friends with me.  But then again, he was never  into me the same way that Harry was.  

As I was running over this all in my head, Harry walked over to me, put his hands on my shoulders, and kissed me on the forehead.  Without saying anything, he picked up another cardboard box and went to his closet.  After putting the box together, he began tossing his clothes, still on the hangers, into the box in large clumps.

I didn't so much mind not talking because while he was speeding through the packing, I was getting to know him a little better by the trinkets around his room.  He had a box of quarters from each of the states that he had visited or lived in - almost all 50.  Some were shiny and new, but others were old and I struggled to identify the state.  Harry also had concert ticket stubs from Drake, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Rascal Flatts. He had other tickets from baseball games and football games and even one from a ballet he told me he went to with his mother (when I asked him about it).  A wooden box on his desk held tickets from hundreds of movies that he had seen, from more recent movies like Suicide Squad and Fury to faded tickets for Finding Nemo from 2003.  It was distracting and incredibly interesting to me.  Harry caught me flipping through ticket after ticket and smiled.  "Pretty cool, hm?"

I nodded and watched him pull his curls back into a bun, small ringlets falling down around his neck.  It was the first time he'd initiated conversation with me that day.  "It makes me wish I could go back and collect all of the movie tickets from the movies I've gone to," I admitted, pulling myself from the box and packing it away.  Maybe it wasn't too late to start.  I was trying to think of something I could do to cheer Harry up, but we'd only been unofficially dating for what?  Three days? Two?  "Do you want me to get you something to drink?" I asked, dipping my four fingers into the front pockets of my jeans and shoving them down as far as they could go.  It wasn't like I was making his entire day better by getting him a glass of water, but it was the very least I could do at that moment.

Harry smiled softly at me again.  He walked over and bet his knees so he could wrap his arms around my lower back.  I laughed when he buried his face in my neck.  "That would be great.  The cups are gonna be-"

"I know where everything is in this house," I laughed again.  

Harry kissed my cheek.  "I almost forgot how much you were in this house before we started talking."

Honestly, I couldn't tell if Harry was sad or mad or even indifferent about leaving Kappa Sigma, but he never once acted nasty or angry toward me.  Whatever he was feeling toward his ex-frat brothers, he never once turned and projected those feelings onto me.  I noticed it immediately.  Cameron had a problem with projecting.  It was something we studied in psychology.  When something irked Cameron, he would "throw" his anger - project it, if you will - at anyone he could - most times, at me. The difference between he and Harry was almost astonishing to me.  I couldn't believe I'd put up with Cameron for so long.

When I walked down into the kitchen, Richie was there with Jackson, sitting on one of the numerous wooden stools they had around the kitchen.  Jackson's lip twitched like he was going to grimace when he saw me.  "Can we help you?" Jackson snapped.  For once, his blonde hair wasn't neatly brushed back and I could have sworn I saw a few pimples on his chin.  I wondered what had him stressed out. Richie, on the other hand, looked his usual, disheveled self.

"I'm getting a drink for Harry and myself," I said, walking to the cabinet above the sink and standing on my toes to try and reach a glass. I could feel my ponytail brushing against the middle of my back.  For a moment, I was happy it had grown so much in the last few weeks.

"If you drop one of those and it breaks, you're replacing it," Jackson said, interrupting my thoughts about a haircut.

I turned to face him and frowned.  "What an obscure thing to say.  Is that a common issue around here? People dropping drinking glasses?"  

"Well, when we have parties-" Richie started, seriously answering my question before Jackson growled at him.  Literally growled.  Like a dog.  

Jackson leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.  "Getting a little mouthy, are you, Rory?  I thought the only time you'd ever be mouthy was when you were sucking Cameron's cock."

God, I hated that word.  "That never happened and you know it," I said defensively.

"That's not what Cameron's been saying recently," Jackson said, smirking.  "Actually, just last night he was telling us all about the things you would do for him.  Was him asking you to 'do his laundry' code for something?"

Richie chuckled to himself.  I rolled my eyes, thinking Jackson was just trying to get a rise out of me.  "What the hell are you talking about?"

Jackson raised his eyebrows like I should already know.  "You know Rory, you don't look to me like much of an anal girl, but Cameron's story about you last night certainly proved me wrong."

"Did it sound much similar to the vulgar story about you and Kara Keith from last February?" I snapped.  In one of Jackson's most drunken nights, he managed to bring into his room one of the kinkiest girls on campus.  Lucky for him, Kara had a strap-on in her purse (along with a mix of other toys) that she'd been saving for a special occasion.  I guess she thought Jackson was her special occasion.  Once word of their sexual adventure got out, Jackson's ego was bruised.  I'd never said anything to him about it before.  It wasn't like me to insult someone so blatantly like that. I was barely thinking about anything except trying to piece it all together in my head.  Had Cameron been spreading rumors about me doing sexual favors for him?  All because I was turning him down now?  Was he really that angry at me?

Jackson's face fell and he seemed to go pale before a rush of blood filled his cheeks.  "You twat.  Finally growing a damn backbone, I see. About time..."  He stood, adjusted the hood of his sweatshirt, and shoved past me.  Richie's head was sinking between his shoulders like he was bracing himself for me to attack him too.  He itched his ear with the tip of his pencil.

"Is he telling the truth?" I asked him.  

Richie avoided my gaze.

"What else has Cameron been saying about me?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

He shook his head and shrugged.  

"What, Richie?"

He shook his head harder.  "I don't want to repeat it."

I slammed the glass down on the counter so hard that I worried for a split second that I might actually shatter it in my hand.  I stormed past Richie and back up the stairs of the house.  I knew Cameron was there because I'd seen him earlier that morning.  He was having one of his notorious "lazy daze" (*days, but he always spelled it "daze" when he took a picture of his sweat pants for Instagram).  

"Ror?" I heard Harry ask as I hurried past his room.  I threw my body into Cameron's door and twisted the handle.  He jolted upward from his bed out of a nap as I tore into his room.  "You selfish son of a bitch," I growled leaping onto his bed and straddling him.  I slapped him.  I slapped him straight across the face.  He gasped and yelped and covered his head with his hands as I slapped over and over and over.  "You're an absolute fucking son of a shit bitch cunt asswipe-"

"Rory!!" Cameron yelped again, trying to grip my wrists so he could stop me.  "Rory, STOP-"

I stopped only to yell at him.  "How could you tell them that we slept together??? That I sucked your... that I sucked you off??? That we did it in the ass?? That I took it in the ass??  YOU TOLD THEM I TOOK IT IN THE ASS???" My open hands clenched tightly into fists.  I punched Cameron's cheek.  I punched him again.  I punched his chest. "You use me and treat me like shit and shit on me and abuse our fucking friendship when you know I loved you!"

"Let me talk- Ror- Stop-" He sputtered as I administered hit after hit.  

"You get Harry kicked out of the fucking frat?  You just have to get your fucking way and you have to get what you want!!! Like a freakin' spoiled-ass baby!"

"Rory, please-" He whimpered.

I scratched.  I pounded.  "I loved you and now that I've moved the hell on, you can't handle it!! You little bitch!! You tarnished my fucking reputation!! Goddamn you, Cameron Walker!" I didn't realize that I had begun to cry.  Tears were dripping off of my face onto his shirt.  "God dammit," I spat through my teeth at him.

He had stopped resisting.  He kept his hands over his face.  I twisted his shirt into my fingers and tugged on it.  "You just can't stand to see me happy, can you??" I started to pound on his chest again.  It was then that I realized he was crying too.  He had snot running down from his nose, mixing with the blood from his busted lip.  

I slapped him again before I felt two strong arms around my waist.  Harry pulled me off of Cameron's body and away from his bed.  Cameron sat up to look at me, tears streaming down his cheeks.  He dabbed his lip on the back of one of his hands and looked at the blood, but didn't stop to clean it.  He just laid back on his pillow and sobbed.  He covered his face with his hands.  "I'm so sorry," he was whispering over and over again.  "God, I'm so sorry."

Meanwhile, Harry was whispering softly in my ear.  "Not worth it, Ror.  It's okay.  Just take a deep breath..." He still held me tightly in his arms, but lovingly instead of like he was trying to contain me.

I did as he said.  I took a deep breath in, but it was followed by a nasty cough and some heavy tears.  My eyes flickered down to my fists, and through the blur of the salty tears, I saw swipes of dark red blood.  Not my blood.  

"I'm just so sorry.  I'm so sorry," Cameron continued to cry.  For once, I could tell he was being genuine.  I had never seen him cry, but I couldn't take it anymore.  

Harry moved his hands up to my shoulders and let me turn on my own to leave the room.  "Let's get out for a little.  Get some fresh air," he urged me.

"No," I shook my head.  "Please, let's just finish packing."

"Are you-"

"I'm positive.  The sooner we can get out of here, the better," I said, staring straight into Harry's face.  

He nodded.

I glanced down at my hands again.  We could hear Cameron's crying from the hall.  "Let's get you cleaned up first," Harry said.  He wasn't looking at me like I was damaged.  He didn't look at me like he was afraid or surprised.  He didn't look at me like he was judging me.  He seemed so calm and understanding - the last two things I would have expected from him.  From anyone, really.  I was getting to know Harry better and better with each hour of the day.

We walked into his bathroom.  "Last time I was in here I was covered in vomit," I said, wrinkling my nose.

Harry laughed and brushed a strand of my bangs off of my wet cheeks.  "Maybe just for future reference, I'd prefer vomit over blood."  

It was then that I noticed Harry was a little bit pale.  "Good god, does blood make you sick?" I asked, pulling my hands away from where he was beginning to wipe them with a wet washcloth.

He flashed me a toothy grin.  "This little bit isn't going to bother me.  If I had to see Cameron's face again I might."

"I might vomit if I see his face for other reasons," I said, thinking back to what had just sent me into a tizzy.  "Did you hear what he-"

"You don't have to repeat any of it," Harry interrupted.  "I followed you when you sprinted past the door.  I heard all you said and what went down."

I stared at the floor, slightly embarrassed he's seen my fit of rage.  I'd never done something like that before.  I don't know what had come over me.

"I'm so sorry, RJ," Harry said, standing and wiping the wet tear stains on the skin just beneath my eyes.  "When I came back here last night, I went straight to bed.  They were all in the living room talking, but I didn't know what about.  I didn't want to join them."

I gave him a small smile.  "It's not your fault.  I don't blame you for any of it."

"Can you promise me something?" Harry asked.  His green eyes had such serenity to them that I had no choice but to be calm.  They were hypnotizing.

"Anything," I said.

"Next time something like that happens, let me punch the asshole who says it.  Whatever it is.  Whoever it is."

I couldn't help but laugh.  "Absolutely.  I don't usually... I just have never been so angry-"

"Sometimes, it's good to let it out like that.  I'm bad about letting it build up inside.  I internalize my feelings a lot," Harry said, wiping the last bit of blood off of my hands.  

I nodded.  "I'm the same."

"I know," Harry said, grinning.  He bent down and hovered just over my lips until I closed off the distance between us.  He kissed my lips three more times before washing his own hands in the sink and clapping.  "Let's finish packing this crap and get the hell out of this place," he said.

We actually didn't have much more to do other than move the boxes down the stairs into a truck Harry was borrowing from a classmate.  Liam and Lina showed up to help move the mattress, and especially helped when we arrived to the small, two bedroom house Harry was renting.  Luckily, he found a house about three doors down from where Lina and Liam were staying and I had high hopes that we would hang out with them more.  As we all shifted and slid in and out of the doorway past each other, moving boxes and parts of Harry's bed frame into the main room, Lina and Liam discussed the upcoming election - the policies of each of the candidates and which they thought would be best.  Though they disagreed on some policies and some candidates, it was interesting to hear how respectful they were to one another and how much they discussed rather than angrily debated.  Honestly, I'd avoided discussing politics with anyone since middle school.  It seemed like a majority of the people my age couldn't talk about politics without it becoming a fight.  With the way Liam and Lina were respectful of one another actually made me want to listen.  It was especially intriguing when Lina began to compare American society to other countries. I was jealous of both Liam and Lina's worldliness.

Thankfully, the whole move was quick with all of us working hard and fast.  Being around the positive energy of Liam and Lina as well as the constant movement of the transition from Kappa Sig to a new house took my mind off of Cameron and the horrific things he'd said about me.  Harry and I dropped down onto the single, black couch Harry had donated from a friend in the French club.  It was the only thing in the bare, white room, but after a long day of work, we needed a seat.  All I could think about - providing Harry and I would stick with each other the next couple of days... hopefully weeks... or months - was how much I would be at the house.  I couldn't imagine he would want to come back over to my apartment with all of the space we could have to ourselves in his house. It would be especially nice without my stoned roommate barging in on our heart-to-hearts.

"You know, theres a lot of open space in here," Harry said.  "If we keep dating for a while... I mean a while like, you know... another day or two... you could totally move in."

"God, I wish," I laughed, though I wasn't sure.  I was on cloud nine with Harry right now, but technically we weren't even official yet and he could do something tomorrow to completely change my mind about him.  "My parents would have a shit-fit."

Harry snorted.  "Why's that?"

I mimicked his laugh.  "They're super conservative.  My mom is pretty religious.  Her father was a minister.  She'll obsess over things like Real Housewives but she'll panic if she thinks about me even kissing a boy."

"So I take it she wouldn't like you living with a guy."

I shook my head.  "Any guy who isn't family."

"What about when you get serious? Like almost engaged?" Harry asked.

"Not a chance."

"Christ," Harry sighed.  "What about your dad?" Harry asked.

I shrugged.  "He's a little more understanding of the modern world and how it works.  I think he figures I'll take care of myself no matter where I live or who I'm dating, and if I feel like I can't, I'll come back to him and ask for help."

"After what I saw today, I don't doubt you can take care of yourself," Harry laughed.  I shook my head, thinking of Cameron.  Harry quickly changed the subject.  "What do you think about living with a guy?"

I shrugged.  "I think if I feel like it's right between us, I'd be up for it."

Harry grinned. "Well, I'll keep a room open for you."

I smiled back at him and then glanced at the floor.  Technically, he still had a lot to do.  A lot of boxes to unpack, a little bit of cleaning to do, especially since the four of us had tracked in so much mud and water from outside where it was still recovering from the horrible storm the day before.  For as much as I wanted to help him or even just lay around for the rest of the afternoon, I also remembered a lot of homework that I had to do for my classes the upcoming week.  I groaned and began to explain it to him, but my phone rang, cutting me off.  

I picked it up.  "Hello?"

"Rory Jane, it's your mother, Callie!"

I sighed.  "Yes, mom, I saw the Caller ID."

"Well where are you?" She asked, clearly annoyed.  "Cameron called a few days ago and invited us to dinner.  Your father and I thought we would surprise you and the four of us can grab a bite tonight.  Grab him and let's go!"

I felt like I might pass out.  "Cameron is sick today, mom."

"Oh, no.  Well we'll bring dinner to him and eat with him in his room.  How does that sound?" She asked.

"No, mom.  No-"

"Now listen here, Rory Jane.  Cameron is the reason we're here and we aren't leaving him out tonight.  Do you hear me?" She said sternly.

"I don't want to see him," I said blatantly.

My mother gasped.  "You are a selfish girl.  I want to see him and obviously he wants to see us, which is more than I can say for you.  Now get yourself together and text Cameron.  Wear something that makes you look thin.  We're going out.  Me, you, your father, and Cameron Walker.  Now."