#my dad already says that place isn't my house whenever he gets mad at me or when im not disciplined

[girlivealwaysbean]

i hate getting gifts because first of all are you trying to buy me make me feel obligated to you so I feel the need to be polite and sweet to you all the time and secondly once you inevitably leave what the fuck am i supposed to do with them

[stacywaters]

Just Pretend (BEOMGYU) CH3 - New Moon

We slow as we come up on a red light.

"So... where are we going?" I ask

"You'll see" He answers.

He makes a left turn. As we continue down the road, fewer and fewer cars are seen. Finally, he slows into a small parking lot with no cars in sight.

"We're here!" He announces.

This time, I open the door for myself and step out onto the asphalt, breathing in the chilling night air.

We begin walking through the park, treading slowly over gravel paths. Our steps synchronize at a steady pace, but my heart is still beating rapidly.

The moon's glow brightens his side profile, eyes gazing down at the path before us and a subtle smile painted on his face. I didn't think about how difficult it would be to spend all this time with him, him whom I don't know all that well. I didn't calculate the struggle of pretending to date him, but making sure he knows I'm pretending. In my head, I'm not pretending. Not at all.

"So, why this park?" I ask, "I mean- it's a very nice park! Really! Just... why this one?"

"My house is near here, so I come here a lot" he answers.

"Cool, cool"

He exhales deeply, "but, I guess it also means a lot to me because it's the only place I can be..." he pauses in thought, "myself"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's not like I'm not myself with others, like at school, but I'm not fully honest either" he elaborates, "I'm still trying to make people like me. Still trying to hold up the expectations on me"

I think about it for a second. Expectations, what expectations? Isn't he perfect?

So I ask, "What expectations are on you?"

He goes silent. Was that the wrong thing to ask? He sighs, "I don't know"

"I mean, what image do you have to hold up? You're already perfect. Everyone likes you"

"That image. The image of this perfect guy with perfect friends and perfect grades and... and," he stops, "and a perfect dad"

Wrong thing to say! I keep my eyes away from him.

I start, "sorry, I didn't know"

"No, it's okay, you wouldn't," he replies, "I just can't imagine anyone looking at me and thinking I'm perfect. I'm such a mess" he laughs.

"You seem perfect to me. Seriously, your hair is better than mine and I spend so long each morning styling it" I joke.

"I do have that," he chuckles.

"You absolutely don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable with it," I say, "but what did you mean when you were talking earlier? About your friends and your dad?"

"Oh," he pauses.

"It's okay if you don't-"

"No, it's fine. I uh-, my dad gets mad because my grades aren't the best, but it's not like I'm being lazy. I guess it doesn't help that I'm trying to pursue music, he never was one for art. Always thought it was a waste of money"

"I'm sorry. That's hard, he just doesn't understand where you're coming from" I reply. I wouldn't have expected that, I can't even believe he's okay with telling me all this!

"It's just... do you ever feel like people don't understand you? Like they don't even try?" He asks, looking at me. We make eye contact. And this time, I don't break it.

"Yes" I answer before looking away, "all the time. Whenever I talk to others at school, they never really let me in"

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah. Everyone just kinda assumes that I don't want friends. But even when I try, they never really... get me."

"Exactly. My friends don't either" He says.

"What about Yeonjun? You seemed like you were great friends earlier"

"I mean, I enjoy talking to him. But I feel like... he has better friends than me"

"Aren't you all one friend group?" I question.

"We all hang out together at school" he says, "but... I feel like I don't quite fit in with them. Like if I keep my head down, they let me tag along. But I-, I try not to be too much myself because I don't know if they'd like me if they really knew me"

"Maybe I would" I said, though it came out more as a question.

He glanced at me in shock, before it settled in a smile.

"Maybe"

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As we reach my front door, I pause and turn to him. He stops on the steps to the deck.

"I had a good time" I say.

He looks down as his lips tilt up, "yeah, I'm really glad we did this"

"I know that we were just doing this as pretend," I whisper, "but I think this is the first time, in a long time, that I've really had fun with-, with a friend"

He looks into my eyes for the last time that night and says, "yeah, me too"

[nerves-nebula]

I hope this isn't an unwelcome addition re: your vent about race, but it reminds me of my own experiences.

I didn't know I was latino until I was 13. Yeah there were *very* strong "hints", what with the whole "grandparents only speak spanish with limited english", "parents can speak spanish", "we're brown (except for my mum)", & "eat spanish food at grandparents". But like. I had never heard someone say what we actually were and I was afraid it'd be racist if I assumed we were latino if we might not be. For some reason.

Hah, I remember getting kinda mad at people who (rightly) criticized the "ambiguously brown" trope in media, because it was the experience I most related to. That's what *I* was. I wasn't anything specific, I was just ambiguosly brown for most of my life.

So like. I finally asked my dad what we were and he was essentially like "haha what are you stupid or something. We're LATINO obviously, what a silly question!"

So I just went "Oh okay." And pumped the brakes on our conversation. Quickly after I realised that that wasn't enough for me. "Latino" is a rather broad category, I wanted to know what *exactly* we were.

I felt kind of stupid after that though, and I didn't want to draw attention to how stupid I was by asking a follow up question (nor did I want to talk to my dad), so I just didn't until I was 16.

I got to thinking about it again, and I realised that El Salvador had been mentioned quite a few times in regards to ~parent lore~ (I truly did not know much about my parents. I literally didn't even remember my mum had an older brother. So I'd just try to piece together their stories whenever they ranted to us about like how our other parent had ruined their life or something. Bits and pieces they'd shared with us over the years).

So I texted my dad about it (who I was thankfully far away from by then. Funnily enough this was one of our last conversations before I cut contact with him), and he said we were salvadorians 👍. So yeah.

But like. I feel so disconnected to my culture. I don't even know what our culture IS. And despite now living in a place with many latinos, I feel like I still can't get into it. Firstly because it would involve me interacting with people. But secondly (and most importantly) because I feel like interacting with latinos would just reveal to them how unlatino I am. I can't speak spanish. I know nothing about us.

One thing about it is that I feel like I have to learn Spanish before I'm allowed to try to engage. But learning a whole language takes so much time. And I don't like doing it because it reminds me that I don't already know it! And I *should*!

Oh well. Not like I could've learned it when I was younger, or in that house with my dad. I don't know why they didn't raise us bilingually. But it's not like I could've learned it when I was young either, my dad makes fun of my mum for her spanish (she spoke exclusively Spanish when she was younger, but had to learn English when she moved to the US at 8. She lost a lot of her Spanish since then), which would make me way too nervous to practice spanish and be bad at it at first with him around (he somehow didn't think that would impact us? He ended up wanting us to learn spanish, so good luck with that when you act like *that*).

Also. I keep worrying that I look white. I've always been light skinned, but until 8th grade I thought it was obvious I wasn't white?? But maybe not so. It's not like I can ask people.

In 8th grade the teacher briefly left the room and left me in charge of it (I was seen as the most responsible/trustworthy), so I made a joke about me turning out to be a dictator, to which someone joked about that being racist, to which I said "It's not racist, 'cus I'm not white" (in a manner that I *hoped* conveyed that I was *joking*, and that the joke was that poc can still definitely be racist (I mean c'mon just be around my dad, you'll see)).

And he just stared deadpan at me. I thought he confused me for white, so I kept reiterating that I wasn't, and he just stared and stared at me the whole time.

I realised later that maybe he thought I was being serious, and that was why he wasn't smiling, or maybe he just didn't think the joke was funny.

But like. I couldn't know. "Later" was actually quite a *while* later, so at that point I was already out of school at home all day, under the pretense of "homeschooling" (there was never any schooling).

I don't even know why it matters if I look white. There are plenty of latinos I know of that could pass as white, who I never doubt are latino. Ugh. I don’t know. This is an issue that could be solved by interacting with more latinos. In fact, all of these issues could be solved by hanging out with more latinos. I gotta get over myself sometime and realise that there are PLENTY of latinos who are disconnected from their culture and who don’t know spanish so it's FINE interacting with fellow latinos is FINE there's no way I can fail some sort of latino authenticity test. Whatever. Problems and solutions for later.

because I feel like interacting with latinos would just reveal to them how unlatino I am. I can't speak spanish. I know nothing about us.

hahh. sameee

This is an issue that could be solved by interacting with more latinos.

also same... UNFORTUNATE!

i getcha tho. and i also get the whole "not knowing what we are until i'm a teen" thing. ive always thought it was weird that my mom and dad know a ton about their own family histories but never really made much effort to impress it into us. EH oh well.

[zeledonia]

Daily prompt scribble til Dawntrail

From this prompt list that I saved and then accidentally forgot about again. Fond Memories

"In any case…" Alisaie stretched her arms and fell back into the hammock, "I suppose it is only natural to dwell on these things. Do you remember much of your town?" "Hmm, not really." 'Don't I?' T'renin's guilty conscience stirred as soon as the words had left his mouth. 'Did you forget your promise already?' "Sorry. That was a lie." His ears twitched in irritation, and he shifted to face away from his friend. "I just don't like thinking about it very much. It wasn't a good time, and my family deserves no place in my life." His voice hardened. "I don't want to talk about it."

Alisaie sighed. "Of course, I understand. I was just curious." A hand grabbed him gently by the shoulder. "But… forget about your family for a moment. You don't have to talk about them. Surely there were other people who were worth remembering?"

Again T'renin swallowed the impulse to respond with 'not really'. He wanted to brush the topic off, and Alisaie knew this. So why did she keep pressing the matter?

"This is one of your stupid smart schemes to work on my attitude, isn't it." "Actually", Alisaie countered, her tone indignant, "It's one of my stupid smart schemes called 'being your friend and wanting to know things about you'." He didn't have to turn back around to know she was glaring at him. He rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine." 'Let's just pick a random story and hope she moves on.'

He let his mind roam, firmly blocking out all the thoughts that led to his family. Allowing other faces to take their place, he was pleasantly surprised when a fair number of them sparked joyous recognition. Perhaps this task was doable after all. He pondered the memories for a moment, a wave of fondness washing over him.

"There was a bakery. Just two blocks away from our place." He closed his eyes, drawing up the image in his mind. A weathered brick house. Wind chimes that got knocked against the wall with every breeze, and a brass bell that matched their sound with every push of the aged wooden door. The scent of fresh bread beckoning the customers.

"The couple that owned it would always offer us children these tiny sugar cookies. Little stars and flowers and fish, with differently coloured icing. I remember getting absurdly excited whenever we went there. It's not every day that you get a free cookie, after all." He grinned.

"I'd ask for a fish cookie, every time. 'Til one day I asked if I could have another one, y'know, just because. And when we got home… well, dad yelled at me. Told me to stop begging folks for hand-outs, and something about bad manners. A complete overreaction of course." T'renin sighed. "He'd never have gotten mad if my brother had done it. But I was scared he'd shout at me again, so I stopped saying yes to the cookies."

His ears drooped for a moment, and Alisaie hissed. "Your dad's a jerk." T'renin smirked. His friend's outburst was enough to ward off the dread that had threatened to creep up on him at the mention of his father.

"Aye. That he is. But get this-" He winked. "It wasn't exactly a secret that he was a jerk. So of course, when I kept pretending I didn't want cookies, the baker caught on. And boy, the performance!"

He stifled a giggle as he remembered the scene. The portly old baker in his flour-stained apron, raising his voice in a scandalized tone. "'You don't like my cookies any more? But I thought you loved them! No more little red fishies for the little redhead? What's wrong with them?' All that with the saddest, most heartbroken look on his face."

T'renin broke off as Alisaie laughed, realizing too late he'd subconsciously imitated the baker's gestures, his fist theatrically clutching his chest as he spoke.

"Ahem… Anyway! At that point everyone is watching. The good man stares down at the cookie platter like his world is in shambles, and it's very clear he doesn't want us to leave without handing me one. So what's dad gonna do, eh? He can't shoo me out of there without my cookie, it would offend the business. So he sighs and tells me to stop being rude and take one. And from that day on, me and my fish cookies lived happily ever after!" He snapped his fingers triumphantly.

Alisaie crossed her arms, a smile tugging on the corners of her mouth. "Well well! I'm glad to hear someone shall be spared my wrath if our adventures ever take us to your old doorstep. …Only if they still offer us fish cookies, of course." T'renin suppressed a snort. "Of course. Though now that I know the true purpose of your inquiry… perhaps I should expand on my list of people you must spare." He poked her nose. "You win this one." 'You and your stupid smart scheme of being a good friend.'

[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •3•

I hope this ain't getting shitty. Thank you for reading, sexy people. Send me a message or an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list.

warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato @painted-hills

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Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”

His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.

“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.

“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”

You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.

“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.

“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.

“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”

You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.

“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.

You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.

“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.

“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.

“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.

“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”

“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”

“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.

His house was most definitely not what you expected.

It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.

“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.

“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.

“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”

“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.

“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.

I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”

He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.

“My...ribs...”

“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

“I like you.”

The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.

“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”

Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.

“I’m not good with words.”

“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”

“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.

“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.

“I don't know yet.”

(...)

The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.

“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.

“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”

Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“He will wake up, y/n.”

“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”

The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.

“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”

“I know we will.”

He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.

“Do you wanna go?”

“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.

He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.

“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.

“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”

“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Wow, so cool.”

“I know.”

(...)

“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely

“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.

“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”

“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.

“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.

“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.

“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.

“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.

“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”

Why am I so dumb?

“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.

“I guess.”

“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.

“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.

“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”

“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”

Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?

[favefandomimagines]

Soul Surfer 6

AN: SURPRISE BITCHES chapter 6 came early!!! we get some cute Kie/Sarah/Violet action in this as well as some John B/Violet! we stan healthy platonic relationships!!

ALSO: i can’t tag anymore people 😭 i’ve reached the 50 tags limit! if anyone has any suggestions to tag more people, dm me!!

It had been around five days since Violet had spoken to JJ. Kiara made sure that the girl still knew that her, John B and Pope still wanted her around. They weren’t about to give up two friends because JJ was being an idiot.

Kiara knew that Violet was worried that they’d stop hanging out with her because JJ was their best friend. But to Kiara, Violet was also her best friend. In such a short amount of time too.

Violet had been throwing herself into work, all of the orders keeping her mind busy from wandering to JJ. Which it often did most nights and then she resorted to watching true crime shows on Netflix as a distraction.

JJ wasn’t doing any better. He kept trying to get her to talk to him so he could apologize but it was no use. Violet wouldn’t budge. He hated not being able to see her and to talk to her. He had to go back to sleeping at John B’s whenever he was afraid to go home. Of course he was grateful he had a place to go, but he wanted it to be Violet.

Violet hadn’t seen Pope and John B since the night at the Boneyard. She didn’t want them picking sides between her and JJ. It would have made her feel more guilty than she already did.

Kiara and Sarah, however, made sure they stuck by her like glue. Violet couldn’t seem to shake them but she didn’t mind at all.

Violet, Sarah and Kiara were presently at The Wreck having a well needed girls day.

“Okay, okay, Vi. If you had to choose: Harry Styles or Tom Holland?” Sarah asked. “That’s not fair! It’s like asking me to pick a favorite child!” Violet replied. Kiara and Sarah laughed at the girl’s response as she pondered the thought.

“Okay, fine. Harry Styles. Any day of the week.” Violet answered. The three girls sat at their table, falling into mindless conversation about boys and clothes, just happy they were able to spend time together, when the bell on top of the door rang.

Their attention was grabbed by the sound. Violet’s heartbeat sped up rapidly when her eyes landed on the blonde boy.

“Vi, I didn’t know he’d be here.” Kiara said quietly. “It’s fine.” Violet said, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers.

“Hey guys! You didn’t tell us you were hanging out today.” John B greeted the three. “Last time I checked this is girls day. Which you are not.” Kiara sassed back.

Violet refused to look up at her friend as they conversed with each other. She could feel JJ’s eyes on her and it made her skin feel on fire.

It was starting to slowly overwhelm her and she heard JJ utter a few words, she quickly got up from her chair and exited the establishment. Sarah and Kiara looked at each other before JJ followed after her.

“Violet!” He called. Violet didn’t stop walking, not wanting to face him. “Please talk to me.” JJ begged, grabbing her arm gently. “I told you to leave me alone.” Violet said, ripping her arm from his grasp.

She still refused to look at him, knowing that if she did, she’d actually end up listening to his potential apology.

“God, can you at least look at me?” He asked. Violet paused a moment before she finally looked up at him.

Only then did he see how upset she really was. At the Boneyard, the darkness hid her face and he silently wished for that again.

“What do you wanna say, JJ? You’re sorry? Sorry for what you said? You wish you could take it all back? Well you can’t! I trusted you. I didn’t tell anyone about my mom and you decided to use that against me.” Violet snapped. “Violet, I,” JJ started before the brunette scoffed and turned away.

JJ was persistent, however, going after Violet once more in another desperate attempt to get her to listen to him.

“I screwed up! I know that! I was mad at Rafe for what he said and instead of finishing to take it out on him, I took it out on you and I’m sorry!” JJ said.

Violet rolled her eyes and kept ignoring him by the time they approached her house.

“Please, JJ, just stop.” She pleaded quietly. JJ could see the hurt in her eyes. How her once bright, cerulean blue eyes were now a darker shade. He would describe it as how the ocean looked during a storm. And he wanted nothing more than to stop her pain.

Before either of them could continue with the painful conversation, the sound of raised voices alerted them both.

“Vivienne, you need to leave now.” Rob’s voice said. JJ watched as Violet’s eyes widened and the color seemingly drained from her face. “She’s my daughter too, Rob.” A woman said.

The two ‘adults’ walked on to the porch and their conversation ceased when they saw Violet and JJ.

“Violet, honey,” Vivienne started. “No. No, this is not happening.” She muttered. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Violet sneered. “Language, young lady.” Her mother scolded her. “You lost the right to tell me what to do when you gave up your parental rights!” Violet yelled.

“Vi, it’s okay.” Her older brother, Nick, said. Violet looked at her brother in disbelief at the fact that he was defending their mother.

Nick was three years older than Violet, the two being inseparable since Violet was born. That was until their mother took him and left. When Nick was old enough, he reached back out to Violet and their father trying to rebuild that bond they once shared. It worked for the most part though Violet never told Nick where they moved to.

“Both of you shut up.” Violet snapped. She turned around quickly when she realized JJ was still standing close to her. “You were right. Guess I am a sad little rich girl with mommy issues.” She muttered to him before she took off running.

“Violet!” Rob yelled. “Vi!” JJ added. The two males looked at each other momentarily before their gaze returned to Violet’s fleeting figure.

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“You shouldn’t have come here, Vivienne. You knew what this would do to her.” Rob told his ex wife. “She’s still my child. I have a right.” Vivienne said. “You lost your right when you left! You signed away your parental rights to Violet the second you signed the divorce papers.” Rob yelled.

The room fell in a silence, though that didn’t stop the two teenage boys from eavesdropping on the porch.

“It’s been 10 years. 10 years and I’ve taken care of Violet just fine. We have been just fine.” Rob added.

Back on the porch, JJ and Nick sat on sides from each other. “So, you Violet’s boyfriend?” Nick asked, breaking the silence. “God, I wish.” JJ muttered before quickly correcting himself.

“Uh, no. We’re just friends. Or at least we were before I messed it up.” He added. Nick was quiet for a moment as he moved to lean on the porch railing.

“Take it from me, losing Violet sucks. But, if you beg and plead enough, she’ll let you back in.” He said. “Did you tell your mom Violet and Rob were here?” JJ asked. “God, no. Violet didn’t even tell me. Just because I’m back in her good graces doesn’t mean she tells me everything.” the older boy answered.

JJ thought for a moment until he realized he might know where Violet went.

On one of the many adventures JJ and Violet had together, JJ took her to a secret clearing he once discovered when he was running from his dad.

“Where are you taking me?” Violet asked with a laugh. “You ask too many questions.” JJ answered. “I’ve seen Criminal Minds, is this where you kill me?” She questioned. “No, pretty girl. I couldn’t survive without seeing that face every day.” JJ replied flirtatiously.

Violet rolled her eyes until they came upon a clearing in the woods. There was a small waterfall that went into a small pond below. “Wow, it’s beautiful.” She commented.

“That’s not the only thing.” JJ said, hoping Violet wouldn’t hear him but she did. “I know how you’ve been missing home so I thought this would help.” The blonde said.

Violet looked up at JJ before she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you.” Violet whispered.

JJ knew Violet wouldn’t want him to be the one to find her, so he sent a text to the rest of the Pogues.

Kie had to work, as did Pope, and Sarah was dealing with her own messed up familial issues. John B was the only one able to go find Violet. JJ trusted him to talk her off whatever edge she found herself on.

The boy wandered through the woods, following JJ’s instructions, though the teenager wasn’t so good at giving directions. He swatted at the numerous bugs getting in his face when he found the clearing.

He saw Violet sitting on a rock, her feet dangling in the water. “Fancy seeing you here.” John B announced.

Violet turned around and saw her distant friend standing a few feet away. “How’d you find me?” She asked. “JJ. He figured you wouldn’t want to see him but he wanted to make sure you were okay.” John B explained, walking towards her.

He sat down on the rock next to her as the two looked at the waterfall for a moment.

“Did he tell you what happened?” Violet asked. “No. He told me some family stuff was going on and wanted someone to check on you. Said it was your story to tell.” He answered.

Violet sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. “He’s really trying, isn't he?” She asked him. “He really likes you, Vi. He’s never fallen this hard before and I don’t think he knows how to handle it. But yeah, he really is trying.” John Be said.

After an hour, John B drove Violet back home. By that point, the sun had set and it was already dark.

Violet sat in the van, staring at her house for a moment. Scared of what she was going to walk into. “It’s now or never.” John B told her. “And I’ll tell JJ you’re okay.” He added.

The girl groaned before getting out of the van. She gave John B a small wave as she slowly walked up the stairs.

“You’re back.” A voice said. Violet jumped and turned in that direction to see her brother sitting on the porch swing. Violet sighed and took a seat next to him.

“That guy was here for a while. At least two hours. We heard mom and dad fighting about you.” Nick said. “He really cares about you.” He added.

“So I’ve been told.” She muttered. “You sticking around?” She asked. “That’s why I’m here. I’m getting emancipated and I needed dad to sign off on the papers and mom followed me here. When I caught on she said it had something to do with getting us back or whatever. She’s crazy.” Nick explained.

“Tell me something I don’t know. So can I count on you to help me get rid of her?” Violet asked. “What are brothers for?” NIck replied.

Violet rested her head on her brother’s shoulder, her brain working a mile a minute.

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Buster & Rio

Buster: What the fuck Rio: Hello to you too Rio: ? Buster: Don't act like it's not out there for everyone to see Buster: You're playing happy families with Drew now? Not what I meant when I told you to dump your boyfriend Rio: Well that's not what's happening either Rio: the kid's mum kicked off big time and rang the social so I'm helping out with damage control for Indie's sake Buster: Like I said, what the fuck Rio: It's not a big deal, really Buster: I know you wanted to move out ASAP but Christ Rio: I mean, it's a bonus to be away from ALL the kids but I still gotta share with Indie so not living lavish Buster: I'm sure Drew would be happy to discuss the sleeping arrangements, babe Rio: You're so gross Rio: and apparently it's a new one every week here so three's more of a crowd Buster: Me? I'm not the one letting this happen Buster: I go away & everyone loses their minds, yeah? Rio: We've always helped her, what were we meant to do Buster: I ain't saying don't Buster: Take her to your house Rio: She won't stay, this is her house, he's her dad Buster: He ain't Buster: & You're not her mum Rio: I'm not trying to be Rio: but he is, like it or not Buster: Does he know that 'cause he's got you lined up like you are Buster: Which is the only thing I reckon he's trying at here Rio: That's stupid, we're like sisters Rio: but that's why I need to be here, or she might get taken Buster: You're stupid if you think that's how he sees you or any of this Buster: Do what you've gotta do, but so will I & apparently that's saying this shit 'cause nobody else is Rio: You're making it into a thing it ain't Rio: he's a grown-man, for God's sake Buster: That's exactly my point Buster: He's old enough to be your dad but he'd rather be your daddy Rio: Oh, please Buster: Take the warning or don't Buster: I'm not wrong Rio: Whatever, you've said your piece then Buster: Not whatever unless you've heard it Rio: 'course I heard Buster: Whatever then Rio: 👍 Rio: Are you there then Buster: Yeah Rio: what's it like Buster: What I expected Rio: sooooo Buster: So what do you what me to say? Rio: is that good or not Rio: you know how conversation works Buster: I'm obviously having the time of my life Buster: When don't I Rio: Alright Rio: glad to hear that Buster: 'Course Rio: let you get back to that Buster: Don't Rio: Don't what Buster: Don't go Rio: It must be weird, being somewhere new and totally on your own Rio: did many other kids from your school do it too or Buster: A couple of nerds, no competition for me, like Rio: I'm sure Rio: be good if you could hang with them though Rio: some familiarity Buster: I'm not trying to ruin my rep when I only just got here Rio: I'm sure they aren't that bad Buster: What do you wanna bet? Rio: 😏 you're so rude Buster: & You're so polite Buster: It's why we're so good together Rio: Opposites attract, is it Buster: We're not total opposites either though Rio: No Rio: 'cos you reckon you're so perfect that'd just mean I'm shit and I think not Buster: 😂 Buster: You know you're on my level Rio: You've told me lots of times Buster: Believe me then Rio: I know I'm that bitch Rio: obviously Buster: Good 'cause I miss that bitch Buster: Obviously Rio: Yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: I miss you too Rio: even if I really do want you to have a good time Buster: You can say that you'd rather we were having a good time together Rio: In an ideal world Buster: We can make it happen in this one Rio: We can Buster: As long as Drew doesn't hold you hostage Rio: 🙄 Rio: I doubt he's gonna appreciate all the cleaning I've done that hard Rio: which is rude, I agree Buster: He would've if he was there watching you do it Rio: Didn't pack the maid's outfit, like Buster: Gutted for him Rio: I'm sure Buster: How long are you staying? Rio: Not sure, depends if it's a one visit and done thing or they wanna keep tabs on them for longer Rio: once that's sorted, I'll see what I wanna do next Buster: When are they showing up? Rio: They don't exactly ring ahead, like Rio: don't have to let them in but that looks dodgy and if they need to they come back with police so Rio: the sooner we get this looking presentable and the story straight Rio: his stash is gone so that's the main thing Buster: That will have hit him where it really hurts Rio: Big time Rio: assumedly they've got shit in place, like it's at another dealers? Rio: I don't care, really Buster: He don't love anyone enough to flush it babe, even you Rio: 💔 Rio: Truly 😂 Rio: giveth and taketh so fast, you Buster: I can take my time too Rio: Man of many talents Buster: You know it Rio: Yeah Rio: not all of 'em yet, sadly Buster: Not even close Rio: Don't remind me Buster: Don't tell me you need a reminder Buster: I've thought about nothing else Rio: No Rio: me either Rio: which is very helpful when I've got all this shit to sort but Rio: not that mad Buster: I'm not that sorry Rio: What a surprise 😏 Buster: Only that I didn't get a chance to give you more to think about, like Rio: I didn't get to give you anything Buster: That's not true, I can make myself cum so hard whenever I'm reminded how you did for me Rio: Shit Rio: Buster Buster: Don't feel bad for me is all I'm saying Buster: I always want more, I'm used to that Rio: but Rio: I want to give you everything Rio: and I really want to touch you Buster: I want to give you everything too Buster: & Put more than just my fingers inside you Rio: Jesus Rio: I need you Rio: be here now, I'm bored Buster: I'm here Buster: Tell me what you need Rio: I need you to fuck me so hard I can't even think about anything that isn't you Buster: Touch yourself how I did it Buster: Right now, exactly like I want to Rio: Yes Rio: I haven't cum like that in Rio: ever Buster: It'll make you feel better Rio: You will Rio: you make me feel better Buster: I want you to feel good all the time Buster: That's the kind of god I am, babe Rio: Mine Buster: Fuck, that's such a turn on Rio: All I wanna do is worship you Buster: So do it Rio: You want me down on my knees for you? Buster: You know you look good like that Rio: Glad you think so Rio: it's for you Rio: [evidence] Buster: You're so fucking hot Rio: I am Rio: and wet Buster: I remember Rio: that's how I always am around you Buster: [sends his own evidence] Buster: That's how I always am for you Rio: Fuck Rio: like, my mouth is actually watering Rio: what the hell Buster: That reminds me, I didn't get to taste you Buster: Do it for me, yeah? Rio: I'll do whatever you ask me to Rio: you've got it like that Buster: Tell me what its like Buster: Make me miss you more Rio: I'm just so fucking ready,  it would feel so good for you Rio: and it's so loud, I'm going as hard as you would and I can hear every thrust, it's just making me wanna go even deeper and Rio: it tastes almost as good as it feels but I wish I was tasting myself on your fingers Rio: or on your cock, after you came too, so I could taste us together Buster: I thought I couldn't want you any more than I already do & then I all read that Rio: want me the most okay Buster: There's nobody I've ever wanted as much as you Rio: Good Rio: I'm keeping it that way Buster: I'm keeping you Buster: For as long as you can keep up with me Rio: You doubt I can? Buster: No Rio: Don't Buster: I can't. I'm never wrong Rio: Not like that Rio: but this is all types of wrong Buster: It's not, it's right Buster: You feel it, I feel it Rio: It feels more than right Buster: I know Rio: I want more Buster: There has to be something in that flat that can give you what you need Buster: Let's think Rio: I can't Rio: you've gotta for me Buster: Alright, have you unpacked or are we totally relying on a cupboard search here? Rio: I've unpacked Rio: even if there was anything phallic lying about here, I wouldn't be rushing to put it inside me, no matter how bad I need it Buster: Cleanliness is next to godliness, babe Buster: We're aiming for heaven not hell Buster: How good is your toothbrush? Rio: This is why I'm keeping you around Rio: so many good ideas Rio: better be in the bathroom too now, in case one of them comes back Buster: Lock the door & take your time Rio: Like you're gonna with me when you come back Buster: That's the plan but since every fucker's had a different one & kept me waiting so long I swear I could cum before you've even touched me Buster: Ruining my rep Rio: that's so hot, baby Rio: seriously Rio: we're gonna have all the time we want so it won't matter Rio: I wanna know how bad you want me Buster: I want you so bad it actually hurts Buster: I always reckoned that was bullshit but I do Rio: it's so real Rio: being in a room with you was so fucking hard Buster: All I could think about was touching you & kissing you & how much I needed that from you even for a second Buster: That's still all I can think about, like Rio: Me too Rio: it was exhausting having to pretend otherwise Rio: still do with everyone else but you know now Buster: You're so fucking beautiful Buster: Everything you do is the most distracting thing Rio: You actually think that Rio: I can tell Buster: There's literally no point lying to you now, is there? Rio: Nope Rio: but I don't reckon anyone's called me that seriously Rio: especially not during Buster: If I can tell you to fuck yourself with a toothbrush seriously, I can tell you what I really think Rio: I guess you can Buster: There's nothing I can't do Buster: You know who I am Rio: I know you Buster: You need better boyfriends and a better substitute for me Rio: You want those to be one in the same or Buster: They'll never be the same Rio: Daddy Buster: Nobody will ever be as good as me but they should all do better than they are Rio: I'll tell them Buster: Demand it babe Buster: & If they aren't gonna tell you how perfect you are, I will Rio: God please Rio: you're making me so Buster: Finish your sentence, I wanna hear it Rio: I don't even know what you're making me Rio: I feel like I'm gonna explode Buster: I felt like that the whole drive, the whole fucking night, you know Buster: It'd be ridiculous if it was over anyone else Rio: Seriously Rio: this ain't me Rio: whatever you might've thought Buster: I know you too Buster: Even when I pretend I don't Rio: Yeah Rio: it's fucked 'cos of how much you ain't been here and all that time not talking but Rio: you do, more than most people Rio: somehow Buster: They see what they wanna see, babe Buster: But there ain't nothing wrong with looking at you how you are Buster: I want to so I do Buster: Give me the real version, I'll take it Rio: It's yours Buster: You mean that, I can tell Rio: I did Rio: not gonna argue when what you're saying is true Buster: What's truer still is how much I want you here instead of there Rio: You know I want that too Buster: & That if I bothered with wishes I'd use one not to be in a room full of people right now when none of them are you Rio: How are you even able to be around people right now Buster: Multitasking Rio: I'm not doing a good enough job clearly Buster: I've just had loads of time to get used to what being around you feels like, firstly & keeping it a secret, secondly Buster: Plus I couldn't opt out of this welcome bullshit Rio: Fair and fair Rio: you should be concentrating though Buster: I'm concentrating on what matters Rio: Actually a bit obsessed with you right now Rio: you win Buster: If I'm doing a good enough job, so do you Rio: You're not capable of doing anything but the best, baby Buster: Don't flatter me like that in public Buster: I nearly just Rio: sometimes I want you to just Rio: lose control, just a bit, just with me Rio: anyway, not flattery if it's true is it Buster: You know I want that more than anything, yeah? Rio: Yeah Rio: I will make it happen, just not right right now Rio: not the first impression you wanna make, is it Buster: It's the impression I wanna leave you with though Rio: Danger, yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: You're gonna be the death of me, you know Buster: You can't get to heaven without that, baby Rio: Didn't say don't do it Rio: don't stop Buster: I won't if you don't Buster: Come on Rio: Was I meant to tell you when I came? Rio: 'cos I have, multiple times Buster: All the more reason to keep going Buster: Unless your new boyfriend is back, like Rio: I thought you might go if you knew I had Rio: and I don't want you to Buster: I don't want to Buster: This is boring, you're not Rio: I never am Rio: that's a promise I can make, easy Buster: Good Buster: Prove it then Rio: Alright Rio: your sound is off, yeah? Buster: What kind of amateur do you think I am? Rio: Not tryna get you into that much trouble before you even start there Rio: save that for later Rio: and watch this later when you can listen too for the full experience Rio: [vid] Buster: I have headphones I'll do it now Buster: Hold on Rio: Okay Buster: Oh fuck Buster: You really are proving yourself, aren't you? Rio: Just keeping up with you Buster: No argument here Rio: I like watching myself back Buster: The kids behind me better not be watching you too, I'll have to start a fight & get a rep for being turned on my punching lads Rio: 😂 Rio: You DO like punching things but Buster: Not this much Buster: You're gonna make me have to walk out, aren't you? Rio: Well, only you've got headphones on, remember Rio: you make the best noises Buster: You must really like watching yourself to be this good at filming yourself Buster: This is like next level Rio: Ain't the first time I've done it, put it that way Rio: when I've managed to get some time to myself Rio: gotta make the most Buster: Girl of many talents Rio: You're gonna make me blush Buster: You're doing worse to me Buster: Fucking hell Rio: I owed you Rio: debt not cleared yet either, like Buster: What do I have to do to get sent home from America? 'Cause believe me I'm tempted Rio: Let's have fun finding out, golden boy Buster: Alright Buster: Taking my headphones out would be a good start, like but you know me & sharing Rio: It's just for you Buster: You are Buster: You're mine Rio: Does saying that turn you on as much as hearing it does for me Rio: 'cos fuck Buster: Yeah it does Rio: It's true Buster: I'm biting my lip so hard right now Buster: There's gonna be blood in my mouth for you Rio: You're impossible Rio: how are you fucking every fantasy I've ever had rolled into one Buster: If you find out, ask how you're the best thing that ever happened to me, yeah? Rio: You must look so fucking good right now Rio: how has no one noticed Buster: Maybe someone has Buster: I'll find out when we're forced to do icebreakers later Rio: Lemme know, babe Buster: Are you sure you wanna? Rio: What you mean? Buster: You know what I mean Rio: Oh Rio: yeah Rio: don't Buster: Don't tell you or don't do it Rio: Don't tell me Rio: you can do what you want Rio: got a boyfriend, don't I Buster: No you don't Buster: Drew's more of a threat than he is Rio: So you keep saying Rio: it ain't like you're gonna go Rio: however long you're there Rio: without sex Buster: I told you, I can do anything Rio: and anyone, right Buster: If I want Rio: What do you want Buster: Dump your boyfriend then ask me Rio: It's not that easy is it Buster: Why not? Rio: He's Rio: it's hard to explain, really Buster: Try Rio: You've seen how he posts Rio: he's intense Rio: been hurt before bad, I don't need to be the next Buster: I can be intense Buster: & I can hurt him Rio: You don't need to Rio: I'm the one in the wrong Buster: Fine Rio: I want to Rio: I will Rio: I can't just fire him a text and pretend it's done to you Rio: I'm not trying to lie to you Buster: Yeah don't Rio: I'm not Rio: I ain't going to Rio: I'm sick of that Buster: Me too Rio: I'll sort it Buster: Take your time, I'm not coming back until summer Rio: Be married if I left it that long, Christ Buster: I already told you I'd stop the wedding Buster: Just don't have a kid, you'd be nearly ready to drop when I walk through the door Rio: No chance Rio: that'd be a nightmare Buster: You're 16 of course it would Rio: Yeah but specifically with him Rio: don't need that connection forever Rio: thank you Buster: I could kill him but I'd rather it didn't come to that for the sake of you not having him as a baby daddy Rio: I must be special Rio: could've just offered to win a custody battle for me Buster: Obviously Buster: Like you said, I enjoy punching shit Rio: You have that in common, actually Buster: Don't Buster: Never compare me to him Rio: Sorry Buster: There's no comparison Rio: I know that better than anyone Rio: promise Buster: You would tell me Buster: If you couldn't sort it Rio: Yeah Rio: It's not anything serious, don't worry Buster: Just know that I'd do anything for you Buster: If things ever get serious, with whoever or whatever Rio: You're really decent, you know Rio: not something I thought I'd be saying about you, honestly Rio: but you are Buster: Shut up Rio: Secret's safe with me Buster: It's not a secret, it's an untruth Rio: Not to me Buster: Like you said, you must be special then Rio: Maybe Buster: Definitely Buster: We all have to own what we are & what we're not Rio: Agreed Rio: so we're special, yeah? Buster: & Indecent Rio: Like the sound of that Buster: 😈 Rio: You can be my devil too Buster: Easily done Rio: Long as you want me to feel good still Buster: Forever then Rio: Deal Buster: Still not cutting my beautiful hand open to seal it though Buster: No offense, babe Rio: Other more fun ways to get blood from you Rio: I'll bite your lip instead Buster: One day I won't have to beat you to it Rio: I'll put it on my calendar Buster: Throw me a private party, yeah? Rio: You know I will Rio: everyone else can wait Rio: I'll have missed you most Buster: I can't wait to show you properly how much I want you Rio: I want you all summer, seriously Rio: don't make any plans Buster: Okay Rio: Do you know how fucking needy I'm gonna be by then Buster: Believe me, I know Buster: You haven't touched me & can't Rio: Baby Rio: tell me when you're alone again Rio: don't care what the time is Buster: Are you sure? It's still morning here, it'll be ages before they're done with this socialising bullshit Rio: Yeah Rio: It'll be weird sleeping here Buster: Alright Buster: You distract me, I'll distract you Rio: Another deal Buster: Yeah Rio: I'm not at school yet Rio: and fuck school anyway Buster: Fuck your school Buster: This one is epic Buster: It's like I'm in a film or some shit Rio: You're adorable Buster: Shut up Rio: I'm not taking the piss Rio: you are Buster: Adorable ain't the word, babe Rio: You like being called a nerd less Buster: So don't Rio: It's not a diss Buster: It ain't a compliment Rio: You told me not to when you're in public Buster: Well, maybe I've changed my mind Rio: Come on Rio: you know how hot I think you are Buster: You know I like hearing it Rio: I've lost count of how many times I've cum thinking about you today Buster: I've lost count of how many times I've had to stop myself Rio: You're gonna blow the biggest load when you do Rio: such a waste Rio: you'll have to show me at least Buster: They're giving us a break in a sec, you can have it then Rio: Yes please Buster: I don't need coffee, I need you Rio: I know you do Rio: So cum for me daddy, I want it, I wanna make you feel as good as you've made me Buster: Rio Rio: Buster Buster: I can't say it out loud until they let me out of here but I want to Rio: Will you Rio: record it so I can keep it Buster: Yeah Buster: It won't look as good as yours, I don't film myself as much as you but I will Rio: You should Rio: you're very pretty Buster: I know Rio: and hot Rio: it's rude Buster: It's about to benefit you Buster: Where do you want me to go? I've got 15 minutes Rio: Hmm Rio: there's got to be an empty classroom or something, no Buster: There's loads Buster: Hold on Rio: You should sit on the teacher's desk Buster: Good idea Rio: Only fitting Buster: There's so much shit on here Buster: Fuck's sake Rio: Push it to the floor Buster: Way ahead of you, I'm not trying to cum all over someone's homework Rio: A new spin on the old excuse Rio: but I'm not trying to be jealous of someone's homework, tah Buster: That was loud though, if anyone heard that I could get sent home sooner than we expected Buster: I'm not gonna stop now, I can't Rio: As much as I want you here your parents would actually kill me Rio: gotta be a good boy, even when you're being really bad Buster: They'd kill me, they don't know its your fault Buster: Nobody knows what you do to me & what you make me wanna do Rio: It's just for us Buster: If I could I'd tell everyone how good you are, you deserve all the credit for getting me this worked up this fast Rio: you'll just have to give me extra credit, yeah Rio: like you said, maybe the kids behind you know how good I am too Rio: can brag if it helps your rep Buster: So you hate it when I brag unless its about you, yeah? Rio: I don't hate it Rio: just when you brag to me Buster: I'll be good, like you told me to, don't worry Rio: Believe it when I see it, boy Buster: It's recording, be patient Rio: Fine Rio: as I don't have to be THAT patient Buster: It's hot when you're this impatient Rio: That's why you left it years then, yeah? Buster: That & I needed to practice my kissing, obviously Rio: 😏 Rio: I like kissing you Buster: Yeah? Buster: I've got good lips, I remember Rio: You've got good everything Rio: s'rude Buster: You'll feel differently when you can do whatever you want to me for as long as you want Rio: yeah Rio: hope so Rio: I remember you said I could have one for every day so you'll have to crack on right away, like Buster: You can do the maths on 7 months worth of days whenever you miss me Rio: What day do you come back? Buster: 1st, same as when I left Rio: 213 then Rio: no pressure Buster: Firstly, I thrive under pressure & secondly, it's really how fast you worked that out Buster: hot* Buster: It'll be easy Buster: We've got all summer Rio: Good thing too, some people might not appreciate being made to work their summer Rio: and shut up Buster: Make me Buster: I actually need you to so I don't get caught Rio: You're so fucking Rio: but it's just for me Rio: we're gonna be pros at not getting caught by the end of the summer Buster: I'm not a pro yet though so come here & keep me quiet, it's the least you can do when it's your fault I'm being this loud Rio: All the ways I could keep you quiet Rio: hmm, which would be most fun Buster: Think fast Buster: Or everyone's gonna know your name Rio: Yeah, 'cos that's not what I want at all Buster: Please Buster: Help me out here, like Rio: Fuck Rio: Okay baby Rio: you just need something you can bite on harder than your lip Buster: Good thing I'm on a teacher's desk surrounded by pens & pencils Buster: Better go with the latter to not get shit loads of ink in my mouth if I bite too hard Rio: Be really cute but more of a giveaway Rio: show me the damage after Buster: I've done that before but never for this reason Buster: It takes ages to get rid Rio: Fuck's sake Rio: you're killing me Buster: It's mutual baby Rio: Yeah Rio: it really is Buster: I'll buy you a new toothbrush, I promise Rio: 😂 thanks, babe Rio: battery died ages ago Buster: Fuck that, I'll buy you something better to play with then Rio: Really? Buster: Land of the free, home of the brave Buster: Spoilt for choice Rio: Don't try and bring back anything too big, they will search your bag, like Buster: I'll get it sent to you, you shouldn't have to wait for everything Rio: You're so good to me Buster: You're just so good, full stop Rio: I wanna be Rio: for you Buster: You are Buster: & You're mine anyway Rio: I'm yours, Buster Buster: Shit Buster: Well, that did it Buster: You did Rio: 🤤 Rio: Gimme gimme Buster: Hold on, I gotta clean up in case I've also gotta run Rio: Good idea Rio: why you need me there Buster: A box of tissues is no replacement, babe Rio: Sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me Buster: I aim to please Rio: mhmm and I give you somewhere else to aim Buster: If you turn me on again, I swear to god Buster: There ain't enough pencils or tissues in this room Rio: Best behaviour 🤐🤞 Buster: Though losing my voice would get me out of icebreakers Buster: Maybe I should let you Buster: I could just be the strong, silent type all day Rio: 😏 A mood Buster: All the American girls I've met so far would love it, they never shut the fuck up Rio: 😂 Rio: you don't even have to pretend to listen, trust Buster: I won't Buster: I'll be too busy tuning the accent out Rio: At least the school is good, like Buster: This desk is pretty comfortable, yeah Buster: I'll give 'em that Buster: We probably wouldn't even break it Rio: Be fun to try though Buster: Fun ain't the word Rio: They gonna teach you any new words over there Rio: Probably won't spell or say 'em right, remember Buster: 😂 Buster: I'll teach 'em where they're going wrong Rio: If you're offering diction lessons, I don't wanna know Buster: It'd only make me homesick Buster: Say what you like about Chelsea girls but when they talk dirty to you, it makes up for a multitude of other sins Rio: Shut up Rio: idiot Buster: [drops vid like don't be mad at me ILY lol] Rio: Nice save Buster: Better than nice, you'll see Rio: Someone's back Rio: gonna have to wait Buster: Tell your man, I said hello Rio: Hilarious Buster: Not joking or laughing, like Rio: Don't start this again Buster: I never stopped Rio: Well I don't know what you want me to say Buster: Tell me that you know this is a bad idea but you're doing it anyway Buster: Be honest Rio: I know Drew is a bit Rio: well, Drew Rio: but he wouldn't do that and more importantly, I wouldn't Rio: Indie needs me Buster: Rio, come on Buster: Don't act like that's one line he wouldn't cross Rio: He's known me forever Rio: literally Buster: & He treats everyone else he knows so well, yeah? Buster: Why does Indie need you? 'Cause he's a selfish cunt Rio: I'm not saying that Rio: or disputing that he is Rio: it's not like this is an endorsement of him Rio: I'm just saying he really is not gonna wanna fuck someone he's known since they were an actual baby Buster: I've known you that long, what's the difference? Rio: You're the same age, it's different Rio: he would've been our age, old enough to remember it all Buster: He acts like he's our age still Rio: Yeah Rio: I mean, it must be shit Rio: all your friends get wifed up really early Rio: like, are you planning to be grown up by the time your 30? Buster: Is he planning to be grown up by the time his kids are, more like Buster: That's what's shit Buster: For them Rio: It's a shit situation Rio: always has been Buster: Just be careful, okay? Rio: Of course Rio: don't worry Buster: Don't make me Rio: I'm not Rio: I won't Buster: Good Rio: 👍 Buster: Do you have to go? Rio: I can stay Rio: we've not got school for another 2 days so Rio: just doing stuff here Buster: At least when Indie's in school it ain't your job to stop her from almost killing her classmates Rio: Well, in theory Rio: teachers don't do fuck all, do they Buster: Mine just kick you out at the first sign of anything less than perfection Buster: Stricter when it's posher Rio: 'Course Rio: but you can pay to be there no matter how thick you are Rio: look at our politicians, half of 'em went to oxford Buster: No argument Buster: It worked for Nance, who can't even read Rio: Don't be a dick Buster: It's a fact Rio: Not really and you don't have to point things out just 'cos they're true, you know Buster: You don't have to hide from things just 'cause you don't want them to be true either Buster: I bet she loves it there anyway, the playing field's well levelled, no fucker's reading Rio: 🙄 You're such a snob Buster: Fuck off Rio: What, you blatantly are Buster: If I was a snob, I wouldn't like you, would I? Rio: Oh wow, so nice of you to stoop to my level Buster: It ain't my fault you're trying so hard not to be on mine Rio: Whatever, like Buster: You're not working class, like Rio: You're the one chatting that I am Buster: 'Cause you try so hard to be Buster: Only when it suits you though Rio: Do I Rio: well ain't that exactly what you applaud yourself for Rio: adapting and overcoming, all that bullshit Buster: 'Cause that's what I do Buster: You think you can have your cake, eat it & then judge me for my fucking choices Rio: It isn't judging you to point out when you're being a dick Buster: A snob is a pejorative term Buster: & Yet you're the one thinking you're superior to me 'cause you chat council but spend like you're from Chelsea Rio: Are you serious? Rio: Oh my God Rio: you said I can't read and I'm lucky you give me the time of day Rio: if that's how I'm meant to behave 'cos my parents have money then I'd rather fake it the other way, thanks Buster: Nah, I said my sister can't & she must be loving your shit school Buster: Which is how you've described it loads of times Buster: You're smart, don't be stupid Rio: Have you asked her yourself Rio: as you're so interested Buster: Why are you asking me a question you already know the answer to? Buster: I said, don't be stupid Rio: Prove a point Buster: What's your point? She don't wanna talk to me, that's been proven loads of times Rio: Are you trying Buster: Trying to what, change her mind? Buster: Why would I wanna Rio: Because you wanna talk to her, obviously Buster: I don't Rio: Alright Buster: Is it? Or do you wanna judge me for that as well? Rio: Oh shut up Buster: Don't tell me to shut up Rio: I will Rio: you've called me stupid plenty of times, you've earnt it Buster: You've been stupid, you aren't Buster: That's why it's frustrating Rio: I'm not a child Buster: Don't be childish then Rio: I'd quit whilst you were vaguely ahead if I were you Buster: I'm not a quitter, babe. You've got the wrong twin Rio: Do you want to talk about her or not? Buster: I'm not talking about her, I'm talking about me Rio: Sure Rio: that's what your icebreakers are for Buster: I'll go do 'em then Buster: You've made your point Rio: Okay Rio: Enjoy then Buster: I'll do my best Rio: No doubt Buster: Shouldn't be Rio: You're arguing for the sake of now Buster: You're winding me up for the sake of Rio: I'm not that bored Rio: busy, busy Buster: Then stop Buster: Or fuck off Buster: One or the other Rio: If that's what you want Buster: It's what I said Rio: I said go have fun Buster: Fine Rio: Don't be moody Buster: Don't make me Rio: I ain't done anything Buster: Bullshit Buster: You're always doing something Buster: I miss you Rio: you think I don't miss you too Rio: I miss you loads, actually and it's fucking Buster: I want you so bad Buster: I can't do this Buster: Months of it Rio: There's no alternative though Rio: we have to Buster: I know, fuck's sake, I know Buster: I'm just jetlagged or whatever Buster: Forget it Rio: Yeah Rio: sure, fine by me Buster: It is fine & I can do anything Rio: I never said you couldn't Rio: it'll be alright Buster: I'll cum in this classroom again & get over it Buster: Who else am I, like? Rio: Buster, it's okay Rio: it's a totally new experience, it's fine to feel overwhelmed, doesn't mean you won't ace it Buster: Don't Rio: Okay Rio: but it's true Buster: It's not, there is no out of my depth Rio: Not the word I used Rio: and not what I meant Rio: moving and starting something new is hectic Rio: even if you can handle it Buster: Like I said, I thrive under pressure Buster: There's nothing I can't handle Rio: Exactly, they wouldn't have chosen you otherwise, would they Buster: I know you think I just paid my way here Rio: No I don't Buster: If I think I'm better, it's 'cause I am Buster: 'Cause I put in the work to be Rio: Literally never tried to take that away from you Rio: just saying you don't have to call me or your sister thick to prove that Rio: there's plenty of proof already, yeah? Buster: I'd never call you thick 'cause I'm never wrong Buster: You're really smart Rio: You don't need to do that now Rio: like you said, you work hard Rio: I don't Buster: You can still do anything Buster: Whatever you want Buster: Just like I can Rio: I know Rio: just priorities Rio: not everyone wants the same shit Buster: There's no limits, that's all I'm saying Buster: Nance ain't the same Buster: She's never been Rio: I'm sure she still has plans Buster: She has to, she may have left but there's no escaping mum & dad Buster: It's not the same as being self motivated Rio: No Rio: but maybe she's alright with that Rio: or maybe she ain't Rio: but what can you do Rio: self-motivation for a reason, like Buster: She does what she does to please them, I do what I do to please myself Buster: There's plenty I could do if she let me Rio: She'll find her thing Buster: Not if she keeps jacking everything in as soon as it gets hard Rio: That's not what leaving London was about Rio: come on Buster: Yeah it was Buster: She gave up Rio: She was being really badly bullied Rio: nothing is worth living like that day in day out Rio: especially if you don't even want it for yourself Buster: She let it get to that Rio: She couldn't control that Rio: that's on the people who were doing it Buster: She could've Buster: Just take it back from them Rio: Just take it, you mean Rio: she's not you, is she Buster: No, just stop it Buster: There's a way to stop anything Rio: Not be gay, not be shy, not be herself Rio: she could've but maybe she was over not having anything she wanted Rio: if she's already got to live for your parents in one way, why live for people who would still probably hate her anyway as well Buster: Those are all excuses, they did it to her 'cause they could. Simple as Rio: There's obvious reasons why they picked on her and not you, alright Rio: and I'm sorry but no, just being strong would not stop it Rio: nothing is about you is a target where you live, you can't get it Rio: you fit, she didn't Buster: They'd pick on me if I was a pussy Buster: But I made myself fit Rio: Well she didn't want to then, can be simple as that Buster: You think I wanted to day 1 when we moved there? Buster: Fuck that Rio: I'm sure you didn't Rio: she needed an out and she took the first she could Rio: you're working for yours Buster: She didn't work for hers Buster: She never works for anything Rio: She went through a lot of shit, though Buster: Woe's her then Rio: I'm just saying Buster: Look where you are & what for Buster: Everyone's going through it Buster: She ain't special Rio: Yeah, of course Rio: I'm not saying she's the only one who has or is going through bullshit Rio: I know you did too Buster: I didn't & don't mean me Buster: I'm not struggling, never have done Buster: Like you said, obvious reasons Rio: You want me to agree like I believe that? Rio: Reasons you just had different problems Rio: rich boys aren't exempt, they just get lots less sympathy for theirs Buster: There ain't no reason for you to disagree or disbelieve Buster: I can barely play the dead brother card 'cause he weren't one Buster: Got not even a day's mileage out of that Rio: You're not allowed to talk about it, I remember Buster: There's nothing to talk about anyway, he's just a name, didn't get to be anything else Rio: He existed for 9 months before that Rio: I know it doesn't start the day they pop out Buster: Not to me, I was a kid, what did I care? Buster: That's my mum's grief not mine Rio: You weren't that young Buster: A lad then, what does it matter Rio: You were allowed to grieve Rio: you still are Buster: Like I said, for what? Buster: It ain't as if I'm an only child Rio: For what he coulda been, who Buster: That'd be like grieving for who I reckon my sister should be Buster: Not gonna have a candlelit vigil for her backbone Rio: You can do Rio: think it's considered a bit insensitive to hold a funeral for her 'just 'cos she's not gonna have the husband and 2.5 kids these days but I'll keep it on the dl Buster: We don't know who he would've been & we never will Buster: It's a waste of time Rio: Yeah Rio: It's a big waste of time and you can't do anything about it Buster: Why do you want me to be powerless? Like is that a turn on for you or what? Buster: I don't want your fucking pity, alright Rio: I don't and no it's not Rio: I told you, you won't get any Buster: Good Buster: Maybe you reckon I should be fucked up but I ain't Buster: Gutted to burst your bubble though Rio: Why would I want that Buster: You tell me Rio: I don't Rio: so I've got no idea Buster: Then stop chatting like I have all these issues Rio: I just said you can Rio: not that you do Buster: Well, cheers for your permission in that case Rio: Any time Buster: I have to go Rio: Okay then Rio: talk to you later Buster: Yeah