#room 7 makes me lose my mind in general but ohhh my god

[hecatesbroom]

Blanche's grandma's place is the only place she felt consistently loved in... no I'm fine. I'm fine

[golden-redhead]

Oumota Week 2019 - Day #7 || Wedding

Summary: Stuck in the middle of an unfair political game, Kokichi tries to make the best of it. 

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“Ouma! Where the hell did he—oh, thank god, there you are.”

Kokichi doesn’t move from his spot, leaning over the balustrade and observing the flickering lights of the party below in the gardens, the soft breeze playing with the long strands of dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. This high he can hear the hushed conversations of their guests, laughing and dancing, drinking toast after toast — for their united kingdoms, for no more wars, for his new-found love. 

Love. 

Love is a laughable concept in a world like this, a luxury most cannot afford, regardless of how many coins lay in their chambers. No, Kokichi was fairly young when he realized love is a valuable currency that can decide the future for generations to come, used to both unite and divide. Marriage was a powerful weapon, one that tended to be underestimated by those who couldn’t grasp its full power. But people like his mother, oh, they knew just how to make things play out in their favor, how to win a losing game, casualties be damned. 

This time it just so happened that he was one of those casualties. 

It doesn’t really come as a surprise, he’s always known how vile and wicked his mother could be, but given everything, he really thinks that he deserves to be at least a little bit resentful about the whole ordeal. Celestia Ludenberg is a cunning creature by nature and it does not come as a surprise that she would use her own son as a trump card. Admittedly, it’s not like Kokichi wasn’t well aware that his mother wouldn’t hesitate to feed him to the wolves if it happened to fit her current agenda. If anything, he’s surprised it took her this long.

“Oi, you hear me?” Kaito’s voice seeps in through the murmur of his thoughts, intrusive and expectant, bordering on annoying. 

Kokichi groans exaggeratedly, finally turning to face him, a condescending look crossing his face as he regards Kaito with as much irritation as he could utter. 

“It’d be hard not to hear you. Your voice could wake up the dead.” He giggles into his hand as the idea crosses his mind. “I bet waking up to that would make anyone wish they could die twice.”

Kaito’s brows furrow in a deep frown and he looks like he wants to bark out some kind of remark but seems to think better of it.

“We should get going, we’re gonna be called for our first dance soon,” he informs him impatiently instead.

Kokichi hums softly, looking up at Kaito over the rim of the glass he grips tightly in his hand, the deep, dark reds of the wine sloshing slightly inside. 

“Dunno, they seem to be doing juuust fine without us,” he comments, throwing another look at the colorful crowd of nobles and monarchs gathered under the balcony of his room. For all he knows, they couldn’t care less about whether the main attractions of the event are there or not. Their wedding is nothing more than a formality and half of the people invited for the celebration would pay good money for their heads on a silver platter. 

“Ouma—“

“Shouldn’t you call me by my name,” questions Kokichi, taking a sip of his wine, the drink tart on his lips. “People might get suspicious, you know. I am your beloved, after all. Why so formal?”

Kaito frowns, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck absentmindedly. He looks to the side, as if considering his words. 

“I guess, yeah,” he says finally. “It just feels weird. We don’t really know each other and yet here we are… Married!”

He chuckles nervously, as if he can’t believe it himself, and in other circumstances maybe Kokichi would have enjoyed it, seeing the prince from the enemy nation getting all uncomfortable and struggling to voice his real thoughts in those rare moments when there are no curious eyes following their every step, forcing them into a game of pleasant conversations and pretend affections. 

But the man before him is no longer the prince of the enemy nation, from now on they are supposed to lead a nation of their own and join the ruthless political game with no rules and no guidelines, bearing the responsibility for every soul that had the misfortune of being born under their rule. 

Disgusting. 

Everything about this situation is simply disgusting and so Kokichi puts on the sweetest smile and gets ready for the performance of a lifetime. 

He tilts his head back, exposing the white column of his neck adorned with a thin gold necklace that catches the light whenever he moves his head and batting his eyelashes with practiced sultriness. He looks nothing shy of scandalous in his rich red dress, lipstick smudged over his lips and the corset embroidered with gold thread hugging his narrow waist tightly. His clothing is a statement, albeit a subtle one, a quiet provocation meant for the chosen few. If someone were to ask he’d simply tilt his head innocently and pretend he’s merely wearing the shades of their emblem with pride and regard of traditions, just as expected from a prince. 

Judging by the furious, cold glares Celeste sends him whenever their eyes meet —she knows exactly what he’s doing, she catches the quiet intent behind his actions. The thought of getting under her skin ignites something rebellious and giddy in his stomach, a small consolation prize after he’s lost the war. He couldn’t stop the marriage, couldn’t prevent any of this from happening, but it doesn’t mean he’s going to go without a fight, not when there are still smaller battles to win. For now, he’s kind only on paper but he does not intend for it to stay that way forever.

“We really should get going,” presses Kaito again. “We are expected in the coronation room shortly.” 

Kokichi sighs, rolling his eyes.

“Well, since you already went through all the trouble of putting this ring on my finger,” he lifts his arm, showing off the amethyst adorning his pale finger, reflecting the lights seeping from inside the ballroom. “I suppose I can’t say no, can I?” 

“I guess not,” Kaito offers him a one-shoulder shrug. And then, as if hoping for a friendly conversation, one they’ve never had before, he adds: “Man, I can’t wait for this night to be over so I can just go to sleep and fucking rest.”

“That’s an interesting choice of words,” chirps Kokichi, smirking into his glass. 

“Huh?” Kaito sends him a confused look. “Why?” 

“Ohhh,” Kokichi perks up with interest, giggling gleefully, “has my dear husband forgotten what night we have today?”

“Uhh… What night?” Kaito asks unintelligibly. 

Kokichi’s at his side seconds later, sensually wrapping himself around his arm, half-lidded and accented with gold shadows, eyes twinkling in the dim light. A deep blush crawls on Kaito’s cheeks at the sudden proximity between them, staining them with a red tint. Kokichi’s hand sneaks to wrap around the tie wrapped loosely around Kaito’s neck, and he tugs at the velvety material, pulling Kaito closer, close enough that his breath ghosts over Kaito’s lips in a phantom kiss.

“It’s the night when we get to consummate our love,” Kokichi purrs sweetly, relishing in the choked up half-gasp and half-yelp Kaito rewards him with and the warmth radiating from his face. “Aren’t you excited, my beloved?”

He gives Kaito a moment to sputter and flush and fumble with some needless, weak protests as much as he wants, using the moment as an excuse to steal another sip of his wine, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he regards his husband with a critical look. 

Now, one of the admittedly not many good things about his forced union with Kaito is that he’s good looking. Ridiculously good looking, in fact. Kokichi isn’t sure if he would ever handle being forced into tying a knot with one of those sickeningly disgusting noble men Celeste so enjoyed gambling with. An easy win, she would call them with some kind of sick, twisted satisfaction, sending him a knowing wink over her shoulder moments before she would lead them to her bed chambers. 

Kokichi may not be her biological son but she’s taught him well, every well-thought little trick, every perfected tactic to wrap people around her dainty little finger. How to look, how to smile, how to speak, how to lie. How to enchant people with nothing but his voice, how to twist and shift words into something much more entrancing than any truth could ever be. 

With Kaito, though… He isn’t sure if any of it will be necessary. 

He lets his eyes rest on Kaito for a moment, take in every sharp curve of his jaw, the contour of his nose, the soft mauve of his eyes set on a surprisingly expressive face. He can’t quite place what is this feeling that settles low in his gut and stirs slightly whenever his eyes drift to Kaito, whenever their hands brush against each other. It’s nice, though. Surprisingly nice, warm and pleasant, something he hasn’t ever really felt before. 

He slips his hand into Kaito’s, almost startled by how warm, how soft it feels, and forces a little more natural, a little more genuine smile on his lips.

“Well, I suppose we shouldn’t keep my dear mother waiting, right?”

Kaito’s head jerks in a nod, grateful for the change of subject.

Kokichi squeezes his hand and giggles, softly. 

“Lead the way then!”

[babylon-bitch]

Just Friends ~ First Love (part 45)

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

***

Throwing my phone across the room and hearing it clatter to the ground. “Fuck,” I mutter and sit on my bed, my head inmmy hands.

“Luke?” The voice of Ashton asks.

“What?” I snap.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks from behind the door

“No.” I say and lean back on my bed.

“Come on Luke, you can’t just bottle this stuff up, as you’ve told her many times. Take your own advice.” He tells me and I roll my eyes.

Standing up I walk towards the door and swing the door open. “There’s nothing to talk about, I fucked up, she’s mad and upset at me for it, and is blaming this all on me, she has a point, and I see that but I just don’t want to believe it. She said she regrets dating me for a year and being friends with me for 18 years. Do you know how much that hurts to hear? Especially coming from her. I loved her, man, I still do. We promised we’d always love each other, I don’t know about her, but I’ve definitely kept my side of the deal up. Even 10-20 years from now, I can still see myself loving her, even if I’ve found a new girl and she is my wife, I have a couple kids, I’ll still love her. I think with ever big milestone in my life, I’ll always expect her to be there, if I’m getting married to a different woman, I’m gonna be convinced she’s gonna be there, either to object or just be there watching. I love her, you know that, but I miss her as a person, always being there. If I can’t have her as my girlfriend, I’d take her as my bestfriend. I want to go through life with my bestfriend if I can’t have her as my girlfriend, having families of our own and living next door to each other. We’ve made all these plans together as best friends before we were even dating, and now I don’t have anyone to do all these things with. I had my whole life planned around her and now that she’s gone, it’s all come tumbling down.” I let it all out. “Fuck it, fuck her, fuck this.”

“You’ll find somone, trust me.” Ashton says.

“I don’t want anyone, I just want her.” I admit. “Maybe I should regret all these years too, even if she was my first love.”

“I think your first love will always manage to stick with you. Whether it’s them or the experiences. Your first, wow. And your firsts are unforgettable. The first time for absoloutly everything. For loving, caring, giving your heart out. Experiencing sadness, grief, and betrayal. It all comes back to that one person who made you see these aspects of life. So no matter where you end up, always know that you should be grateful for the first person you passed when you realised what love truly is. Because it doesn’t matter if it didn’t end well, at least you learnt everything you needed to. In a couple weeks, months, years, whatever the amount of time it takes to get over Harper, those experiences were needed and the person was needed.” Ashton wisely states.

Harper’s P.O.V.

Harshly connecting my charger with my phone and slamming it onto my bedside table, I go get dressed into somthing more suitable to go out in. Just some leggings, an old band t shirt, and slipping on my leather jacket as I walk out the door.

Stepping inside of the elevator and pressing my head against the wall, after I’d pressed the ground floor. This elevator has always smelt weird, a bit of chicken and a milkshake, as well as shoe polish. If somone dropped their dinner in here once, I don’t think it was gonna be very nice anyway.

The elevator doors open and I step out, being met by silence and absoloutly nothing.

Pushing the doors open and I brace myself for the cold wind. “Ah fuck.” I hiss and stuff my hands into my pockets. I don’t have any specific destination, I’m just gonna walk till my mind is clear, which might actually take me all the way back to Australia and back 73 times.

I’m gonna have to face all my friends, knowing they’ve seen me in that way. They’re always on Twitter, so you can bet your ass they will see it. I’ve also got everyone at uni, who will also most likely see them.

There’s not just pictures of those sorts, they’ve got private photos of us. We weren’t too private about our relationship, but we also weren’t too public. Sure, there were always pictures fans or people had taken every fortnight or somthing, and we’d be holding hands, a little affectionate kiss on the cheek or forehead, but we’d rarely post pictures of us being couply and gross.

I remember the first time Luke posted a picture of us after we’d (well Michael) just announced it. It was a picture of us cuddling and the caption was ‘after show vibes’.

“Blake?” I question.

“Harper?” The voice questions back.

Here Blake sits on a bench, opposite his apartment building, on his phone. “What are you doing out this late?” You ask.

“I could ask the same.” He smirks.

“Touchè.” I mumble and take a seat next to him.

“You’re really pretty.” He says and puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you drunk, Blake?” I question and stand up.

“Maybe.” He giggles and reaches out for me.

“That explains why you are out here.” I mutter. “Come on, let’s go home.” I tell him and grab his arm, but stop when he holds my arm too.

“You have a tattoo? When did you get that?” He asks and brings it closer to his eyes.

“I’ve had it for ages.” I confess and glare at the ink.

“What does it say? I can’t read upside down.” He giggles again.

“Uh, it says Luke.” I tell him, my voice waving a bit.

“He’s your ex-boyfriend, right?” He asks.

“Um, y-yeah.”

“I don’t know him, but he didn’t deserve you. No one deserves that.” He says.

“Let’s just get you to your house.” I ignore his statement. “How drunk are you?”

“I don’t know.” He laughs and stands up. “Not enough so I can’t get up.”

“Evidently.” I roll your eyes.

We manage to cross the road easily, with him holding my hand and giggling almost the whole time. I’m guessing he’s a happy drunk.

“Where even were you?” I ask and I press the button to open the elevator doors.

“I was at some guy’s party, I can’t miss it, I’ve got a reputation to keep up.” He explains as we walk into the elevator, pressing his floor.

“Blake, this isn’t high school anymore.” I point out as we both lean on opposite walls.

“But partying is fun! You’re such an old lady.” He teases.

“Yeah, partying can be fun, but not every single fucking week. Don’t you get tired of seeing the same people, seeing the same people getting shit faced, probably waking up in some chicks room?”

“Ohhh, sassy, Harper, is here.” He laughs. “I don’t fucking know, I just want some cheese.” He whines.

“You don’t like cheese.” I point out.

“I do when it’s melted.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing.

“So you want a bowl of melted cheese?” I ask.

“Ewww, no, I hate cheese.” He whines.

“I will hit you.” I threaten when the elevator doors open.

“Oh my God, how about melted cheese on pizza!” He excitedly exclaims.

“Melted cheese is on pizza, Blake.” I tell him.

“Can we get pizza?” He begs when we reach his door.

“You can get a pizza, Blake, but I won’t be joining you.” I inform him.

“But who else is gonna eat and watch cartoons with me, and has a pretty face?” He questions.

“What if I was ugly?” I ask.

“Well nothing about you could be ugly, I mean look at you.” He says.

“That doesn’t really answer my question, but okay. Where is your key? And I’m not reaching into your pockets.”

“You’re always welcome in my pants.” He winks and I glare at him.

“Come on.” I rush him.

“I would try and come but you haven’t even done anything yet.” He smirks.

“I will not hesitate to to turn around.” I warn him.

“Fine, geez, not a fan of sexual activities, I get it.” He puts his hands up in surrender and pulls out his key from his pocket. “Are you a virgin?” He questions as he opens his door.

“Blake!” I hit his chest, causing him to laugh.

“Well, are you?” He repeats.

“Uh, no, if you have to know.” I sigh.

“Ohhh, scandalous. When did you lose it?”

“When I was 17. You probably lost it when you were 7.” I laugh.

“No, 16. Was it good?” He asks.

“Why am I having a conversation about sex with you?” I ask in a groan.

“Because I’m a sex God.” He claims.

“And an ego the size of Kim Kardashian’s ass.” I say.

“When was the last time you had sex?” He asks.

“I didn’t sign up for a quiz about my sex life.” I sigh and we sit down on the sofa.

“When was the last time then?” He ignores me.

“Uh, Christmas time.” I shrug.

“That’s less than three weeks ago, damn.” He laughs.

“Let me guess how many people your fucked since then. So, 15, and you’ve probably fathered at least two of them, haven’t called any of them back, and already have another 15 lined up, pun not intended.” I tell him.

“I’ve been with about 3 or 4 people, no one has really come back. Every on has come back today, hence why there was a party. There are a few girls that don’t wanna get with them.” He corrects.

“Yeah, they’re smart girls. Who are they?” I ask.

“Juliet, Izzy, Tori, and you.” He answers.

“Well, sorry to crush your dreams, babe, but it’s gonna stay like that, at least with me.” I inform.

“The offer is always there.” He smirks.

“Gee, thanks, you’re so generous.” I reply.

“Or, I could always, hook you up with somone and then they could tell me what you’re like in bed.” He says.

“I’m so over this conversation.” I laugh.

“I’ve missed you.” He giggles and lays his head on my lap.

“You saw me last week.” I point out.

“Well it’s not yesterday.” He moans.

“I don’t think I could handle being with you everyday.” I tell him and run my hand through his quiff.

Luke’s P.O.V.

“Do I make this professional or ‘casual’?” I ask.

“Meaning?” Calum ask.

“Like, do I put, ‘I regret to inform you, but I fucked up my relationship with my girlfriend, now ex girlfriend, sincerely yours, Harper’s dick of an ex boyfriend’ or ‘Harper and I have broken up, sorry to burst your bubble, - Luke’ somthing along the lines of that. Which one?”

I’ve currently got my phone in my hands, constantly typing then deleting what I’ve written in my notes. I’m trying to figure out how to tell the fans that Harper and I are no longer together.

“I think casually.” Erika says.

“I agree, but not like really casual, add a little sophistication.” Ashton adds.

“Casual it is.” I purse my lips. “Can you check it after I’m finished?”

“Yeah, of course.” Michael smiles.

They start to talk about some kind of tv show, but my mind drifts elsewhere.

I’m sad to announce, that Harper and I aren’t together at this moment in time. We’d appreciate it if you gave us some privacy for a while, we will be back soon enough, but we both need some time to step away from the internet and stuff. You’ve also probably seen some pictures of us, we’d appreciate if you didn’t make a big deal about it. Maybe we were meant to be, maybe we weren’t, but it’s just another chapter in our life, it might be painful to tell, but it was one of the best experiences of my life. Love you guys, sorry to bring this awful news to you, but everything happens for a reason. Be back soon

- Luke xxx

“Um, d-done.” I say and pass my phone to Maddie.

“Yeah, I think that’s alright.” She nods after a while and passes my phone to Erika.

“Yeah, that’s absoloutly fine.” Erika smiles, passes my phone to Calum.

“Good job,” he tells me and gives Michael my phone.

“Well said.” Michael agrees, throwing Ashton the phone.

“Cool, are you just posting it to Twitter?” Ashton asks and returns my phone.

“Probably.” I say and screenshot it, before going to the Twitter app. I add a little heart as the caption and hover over the tweet button but I just can’t find myself doing it. “Should I send this to Harper first?”

“If you really want to, I don’t really see the point in it. She asked you to tell everyone, so here you are.” Calum says.

“Fuck, I can’t do it, somebody do it for me.” I sigh.

“I’ll do it.” Ashton volunteers and I pass him my phone. “Done.”

“Oh my God.” I mutter.

Harper’s P.O.V.

“Okay, bye Blake, I’ll see you later or somthing.” I say as I walk out the door.

“Bye, thanks for the food, you absolute godess.” He calls, making me laugh.

“Any time. Actually don’t take that seriously, or I will be here all he time.” I tell him and I close the door behind me

I make my way all the way down to the ground floor and and into the really fresh air. It’s still dark and dead out here, an occasional car going by every now and then.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket and scrolling through Twitter, I’ve got nothing better to do, other than stare at nothing, thinking about how it all went wrong.

Suddenly I freeze as I notice a tweet from Luke; the guy who broke my heart. He’s told the fans about our break up, I didn’t expect him to do it right away, I thought it would at least be in a few days or a week or so, not now. I didn’t prepare myself for it, I didn’t get a warning, nothing.

I re-read the tweet over and over, by the 15th time I’ve read it, I’ve got a fucking waterfall in my eyes.

***

It’s the next day now, well, I say next day, I mean it’s the morning and I’m in broad daylight.

I’m in my bedroom messing around with my acoustic guitar. I’m kinda writing a song, but also just jamming out. Placing a pen in my mouth, both ends of the pen coming out of my mouth, as I just finished a whole verse and try and come up with a way for the music to go well the lyrics.

After a couple hours, I finish the song, which I will say myself, I’m very proud of it. It really portrays how I feel right now, I couldn’t possibly say I’m happy, it would probably be the biggest lie I’d ever told.

Deciding to play it through for the second time, I place my fingers on the frets, before taking a big inhale.

“Well I’m so tired of the rain falling softly on the ground, Just enough to get my feet wet but not enough to let me drown. I’ve been laying in my bed wishing I had never woken, Begging god to rid my head of every word you’ve ever spoken. Broke my knuckles on the wall because I thought about the call Where you said you’d always love me, do you not tell the truth at all? Well if I ever cross your mind, make sure you write down the times So I will know the moments I was eating you alive.

Now I lay here waiting with the hope that I might find some sleep I need some sleep tonight, Cause I’ve been waiting on your call but I know it will never come but I’m still waiting by the phone.

And don’t you dare, don’t you dare, Say you ever loved me or even tell me that you cared Cause you knew what you were doing and you know just what you’ve done How dare you say you miss me with your spit still on her tongue. I am broken. I am beaten. I’m mistreated and I’m torn. I am cold with no direction but I’m lost without your warmth. I’m trying hard to find some hope that I might get the chance to breathe. Get off my mind, give back my heart and get the fuck away from me!

I know I couldn’t give you much, but I know I gave my best, I was always your princess, and now you’re sliding up her dress And I know I gave the world everything I’ve ever had, Johnny Cash said love would burn, I never thought it’d hurt this bad.

Well I’m so tired of the rain falling softly on the ground, Just enough to get my feet wet but not enough to let me drown. I’ve been laying in my bed wishing I had never woken, Begging god to rid my head of every word you’ve ever spoken. Broke my knuckles on the wall because I thought about the call Where you said you’d always love me, do you not tell the truth at all? Well if I ever cross your mind make sure you write down the times, So I will know the moments I was eating you alive.

You are the itch that’s on my back. You are the gum under my shoe. You are the horrors of my past. You are the chill that haunts the room. You are the creaking on my steps. You are cancer. You are plague. You are regret. You are disease. I wish that you would go away.”

I play the last the last sting and take my fingers off the frets, which now have little line indents on the tips.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could sing, let alone play guitar.” A voice makes me jump.

Whipping my head round, surprised my head didn’t fly off to France. Standing by my bedroom door is Tori, Izzy, Blake, Juliet, and three other people that are friends of Blake.

“Oh, uh, hey guys.” I awkwardly wave, before I hang the guitar on the stand.

“Is that an original?” Juliet asks.

“Yeah.” I nod.

“How long have you been writing?” Tori asks.

“Probably since I was 13, 14. When did you get home?” I ask, trying to change the subject

“Around 9 this morning.” She shrugs.

“You, Izzy?”

“Last night, I can’t quite remember I just face planted my bed, didn’t even get changed.” She laughs.

“So uhm, Harper, these pictures, you are looking hella fine.” James smirks. James is one of Blake’s friends, I’ve met quite a few times at parties or over at Blake’s house.

“What?” Blake questions.

“Have you not seen them? They’re trending on Twitter.” James says and passes Blake his phone.

“Holy shit, Harper. Did you post these?” He questions and passes James’ phone to Tyler, who is also here.

“Of course not, my um, ex boyfriend’s phone got hacked into and some pictures leaked.” I glare at the boys.

“Ex?” Tori questions.

“It’s bound to be trending too.” I snap slightly.

“The pros of having a famous friend.” Alex laughs, another one of Blake’s friends, I’ve only seen him at parties and I think I have a lecture with him.

“I’m not famous!” I exclaim.

“The verification mark says differently.” Tyler smirks.

“Babe, I’m so sorry.” Izzy says and pulls me into a hug.

“It’s fine, I’ll get over him.” I sigh.

It’s not fine and I won’t get over him, ever.

[lovemesomesurveys]

1) Are you really ready for 1000000 questions? Sureee.

2) What was the last thing you drank? Coffee. Of course.

3) Do you believe in God? Yes.

4) What did you last say? “Ohhh.”

5) Do you regret it? No?

6) Have you ever been depressed? I am depressed. I have chronic depression.

7) Have a best friend? I don’t even know.

8) Are you a boy or girl? I am a girl.

9) What is your relationship status? In a committed relationship with coffee.

10) How do you want to die? I’d rather not talk about that.

11) What did you last eat? This hotel I’m at has a good breakfast spread. I just had a muffin, coffee, and biscuits and gravy. Yesterday I had a couple muffins, coffee, and an omelette.

12) Play any sports? Nope.

13) Do you bite your nails? I pick them more than bite them.

14) When was your last physical fight? Never.

15) What is the last sound you just heard? I hear the TV.

16) Do you hate anyone at the moment? No.

17) Do you miss anyone? Yes. A few someones.

18) Twirl or cut your spaghetti? I cut and twirl.

19) Do you tan a lot? No.

20) Have any pets? No. :(

21) How exactly are you feeling? I feel okay. I’m on my second cup of coffee, so we’ll see if that gives me a little boost of energy.

22) Ever eaten food in a car while someone or yourself is driving? Yeah, many times.

23) Ever made out in a bathroom? Nope.

24) Would you take any of your exes back? No.

25) Are you scared of spiders? Extremely.

26) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Part of me says yes, the other part isn’t so sure. I’d like to change some things for sure, but how does that affect everything else? If it wouldn’t change anything somehow, I’d definitely do it.

27) Do you regret anything from your past? Oh yes.

28) What are your plans for this weekend? Well, today is Sunday so it’s just about over. On Friday we went out of town and stayed in a hotel suite my dad rented for my little brother’s birthday on Saturday. We got to experience it first, and then he and his friends got to yesterday/today. So, Friday night we had dinner at this really good restaurant and then just chilled at the hotel. Saturday my mom and brother saw Rings, and my dad and I just chilled for awhile at the hotel. Then we all had lunch. My mom, dad, and I planned on going home yesterday once his friends arrived, but we decided to also stay another night so we got another room on another floor haha. My brother just turned eighteen, so he wanted to do his own thing with his friends and whatnot. We were like, “We’ll be on a whole other floor you won’t even see us. Just act like we’re not here.” lol. Anyway, we just had dinner and hung out in the room last night. This morning I went and got the free breakfast the hotel provides and now we’re just soaking up the last hour we have here before it’s time to check out and go home. Back to reality. :/

29) Did you ever kiss someone whose name starts with a C? Nope.

30) Do you type fast? Yes.

31) Do you have piercings? Just my ears.

32) Can you spell well? Yes.

33) Do you miss anyone from your past? I do.

34) What are you craving right now? I’m good right now.

35) Ever been to a bonfire party? No. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do, though.

36) Have you ever been on a horse? Once, when I was a kid.

37) Kissed someone in a pick up truck? Nope.

38) Last hug? My mom.

39) Have you ever been cheated on? No.

40) Last thing you watched on tv? The Boss last night.

41) Would you live with someone without marrying them? I think you should live together first.

42) What should you be doing? I already finished packing, so I don’t have anything else I need to be doing right now.

43) What’s irritating you right now? Nothing at this moment.

44) Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurts? Yes.

45) Does somebody love you? My family.

46) What is your favorite color? Yellow, teal, and pastels.

47) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? Yes.

48) Do you have trust issues? I just have a hard time opening up in general.

49) What’s the last thing you said out loud? “You’re always losing something.”

50) Have you ever shaved in the kitchen sink? No.

51) Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes.

52) What’s on your mind? I still feel kind of hungry.

53) Last book you read? He Found Me by Whitney Barbetti.

54) Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom.

55) Do you give out second chances too easily? Yes.

56) Is it easier to forgive or forget? Forgive.

57) Is this year the best year of your life? It’s only early February, but no it hasn’t been off to a good start. Last year wasn’t so great either. Last year’s stuff just carried over, and then some.

58) Do you think you’ re a good person? I would like to think so. I’m not perfect.

59) Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes.

60) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? I was watching an ASMR video, and next thing I knew it was morning.

61) Does your mind ever get stuck in the past? Only all the time.

62) What is bothering you? Right now, my stomach.

63) Have you ever been out of province?Out of county? Yes.

64) Do you play the Wii? We have one, but no I don’t play.

67) Are you listening to music right now? Nope.

68) Do you like Chinese food? Yeah, some.

69) Do you know your fathers b-day? Yes.

70) Are you afraid of the dark? Yes.

71) Is cheating ever okay? Not to me.

72) Are you mean? No.

73) Can you keep white shoes clean? I can.

74) Have you noticed this survey stopped getting personal? Nope.

75) Do you believe in true love? I believe it exists. Just not me.

76) Are you proud of the person you’ve become? No.

77) Do you like the outside? Not particularly. Depends where I am and what we’re doing. I despise it during the summer.

78) Are you currently bored? No.

79) Do you wanna get married? It’s not something I’m thinking about at this point.

80) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I didn’t like it when my ex called me that.

81) Are you hungry? A little.

82) Do you have a bank account? Yes.

83) What makes you happy? My morning cup of coffee brings brief moments of happiness

84) Ever been to Alaska? No.

85) Do you watch the news? Yes.

86) Do you like Subway? I do.

87) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? It would be. So much time has passed between us. A lot has changed.

88) Who was the last person you were on the phone with? My mom.

89) Do you talk like your friends? It’s been awhile.

90) What’s a word you say a lot? “Nice”, “wow”, “okay”

91) Have you ever seen someone you knew & purposely avoided them? Yes. :X

92) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? No.

93) Who is the last girl you talked to? My mom.

94) Does it matter if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes? It would matter, yes.

95) Do you go to church? No. I would like to start.

96) What’s going on between you and your best friend? Nothing.

97) Who is the last person you had a deep conversation with? My mom.

98) Have you ever regretted letting someone go? Yes.

99) Do you enjoy piercings & tattoos? No.

100) What do you wear more: Hoodies, Jackets, Cardies..? Hoodies.

101) You’re a Sharpie marker, what color are you? A pastel color.

102) Do you prefer to shower at night or in the morning? At night.

103) Have you ever said you’d never love again? I’ve said I wouldn’t find anyone again.

104) Do you want to please everyone? Yes. :/

105) Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? I haven’t heard any music so far today.

106) Has someone ever made you a promise & broken it? Yes.

107) Are you alone right now? Nope.

108) Did you speak to your father today? Yes.

109) How many months/days untill your birthday? Five months.

110) Did you enjoy this survey? Sure.