Wheelers

I feel like Steve’s the kind of guy who loves nicknames, and the most obvious example of this is with Holly.  A list of nicknames he’s used for her:

  • Holly Jolly
  • Third Wheeler
  • Buddy Holly
  • Holly-ball
  • Holly Golightly
  • Holly-pop
  • Holly Ringwald
  • Holly Pocket
  • Good Golly, Miss Holly

They never fail to make Holly giggle, even when she doesn’t completely understand the jokes.

The boys are LITERALLY the worst liars. They tell Mr Clarke that El is Mike’s second cousin from Sweden like, why the hell would she be coming across the globe for her second cousin’s best friend’s funeral? And how easy would it be for that lie to fall through? Mr Clarke would definitely see Karen at some point and ask her about “Eleanor” and it would all come crashing down. Or the fact that they said she was coming for the funeral, but then El didn’t even go to the funeral so did Mr Clarke just forget she existed and that’s why he didn’t notice she wasn’t there??? Like would it be so hard for the boys to just say she was another student at the school or their friend who’s homeschooled or one of Will’s relatives? I love these boys but they can’t lie for shit

“She’s all yours.” Nancy said, passing Mike on her way out of her room.

Mike was too nervous to notice Nancy’s smirk and he didn’t hear the smile in her voice over his own heartbeat. Her smirk fell into a compassionate smile as she put a hand on her little brother’s shoulder.

“Calm down Mike. You’re all she’s asked about. Don’t be too long though. She needs her rest.” Nancy said, smiling down at him.

Mike looked up at her and did something that shocked them both. Quickly his arms wrapped around her waist and Nancy felt her heart swell at the action.

“Thanks Nance. For everything.”

The past year hadn’t been easy on either of them and after months of suffering, the two finally found comfort in each other. Slowly the hurting healed as the two became closer than ever. 

Nancy wrapped her arms around him and smiled into his hair. 

“Of course Mike.”

The two pulled away and Mike turned to the door, knocking three times. 

“Mike?”

“Yeah it’s me. C-can I come in?” 

“Yes.”

Mike took a deep breath before slowly turning the doorknob to Nancy’s bedroom door and stepped inside. El sat on Nancy’s bed, hair still wet from her bath, but visibly healthier after blankets and many helpings of Eggos. 

The two stared at each other and Mike resisted the urge to scoop her in his arms, bombarding her with a thousand questions.

Instead he settled for…

“Hi.” he breathed.

“Hi.” 

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Kendall Wheeler, Russian Ballet Academy at Club Dance
Variation from Harlequinade

Technical Score: 8.05 || Artistic Score: 8.25
Round 2 Classical Score: 8.15
Score after Rounds 1 and 2: 7.95
Pre-Professional Category (Age 14-16)
World Ballet Competition 2017

i wanna know the back story of that clerk who sold jonathan and nancy the bear trap. like what has he done/seen in his life that he doesn’t question the fact that two high schoolers are coming in to buy weapons meant to take down a large creature?