Summary: Certain moments in life and certain people are worth forgetting. Forget the pain, and forget the ones who hurt you. But sometimes you need a little help to forget. Can he make her forget? Or will she forget him?
Word Count: 2966
Warnings: Some cursing.
A/N: Hey lovelies! This is our first ever mini series!! Angie, and I were talking one day, and I just had this crazy idea to write a little story. Angie was against it at first, because we never done any writing on our blog before, so we didn’t know if we would be any good at it, but after some convincing, she gave in! We threw around some ideas for a story line, and well here we are! We never really written anything before, so feedback from you guys would be great! That way we can get an idea of whether or not you guys like it, or if you guys hate it! Seriously don’t be afraid to tell us we suck! We love you guys! Hope you guys enjoy Make Me Forget ♥
“Two years! Two fucking years, and he breaks up with me over a damn text message?” I screamed to myself, as I pace around my apartment searching for my car keys. I managed to find them, and walked over to the kitchen island to grab my purse, before making my way out the door of my apartment, and towards my car.
My make up was half done, my hair was still in curlers, I was in my sweats, and house shoes. I honestly look like a fucking train wreck. I was in the middle of getting ready for my date with my boyfriend Trey, until he texted me and pretty much broke up with me an hour before our date. I picked up my phone to call my best friend Cristina, to let her know that I’m on my way over. I called her about three times, and just my luck no answer! I suddenly realized that she was probably over at her boyfriend Ethan’s apartment. I quickly made a u-turn and started heading that way.
The whole drive there, all I could think about was why Trey could’ve wanted to break up with me. He didn’t even bother to call me! I mean seriously breaking up with someone over a text message is probably the most cowardly thing to do! I didn’t even care about the date at this point. He ended a two year relationship over a 4 word text message! I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize I had already pulled up in front of the apartment complex.
Before getting out the car
I grabbed the hoodie that was in the passenger seat and threw it on because I was only wearing a Nike sports bra. I pulled out my phone to call Cristina one more time, before heading upstairs. Still no answer. “What the hell is this girl doing?” I whispered to myself, rather annoyed. I understand she’s with Ethan, but she always answers my calls. Hell she even answers the phone when their having sex! I quickly brushed away the thought, and started heading up to the second floor.
“2110, 2111, 2112 …” I counted as I passed the apartments making sure I didn’t pass it up. “2116.” I whispered, as I approached the apartment door. I raised my hand getting ready to knock, but the door swung open revealing Ethan’s twin brother Grayson. He wasn’t in his usual sweats or shorts, instead he was wearing black ripped skinny’s, a black t-shirt, his typical Vans, and he had his hair hidden under his red beanie. He looked like he was getting ready to head out somewhere, then I noticed the camera in his hand, so I assumed he was on his way out to record some stuff for their YouTube channel. His voice broke me out of my thoughts.
“Y/N? You look… Uh what’s up?” Grayson asked looking a little confused at my appearence. He was starring at me as if I had a second head sticking out of my neck.
“Is… Is Cristina here?” I replied, my voice a little shaky. I can feel myself wanting to cry, but I tried my hardest to hold it in, not wanting to cry in front of Grayson.
“Um no, her and Ethan have been gone all day. They should be back in a little bit.” “Are you okay?” he asks, examining my face.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I spoke almost at a whisper, with my eyes locked on the ground. Feeling a tear crept its way onto my cheek. I tried to wipe it away as quickly as I can without Grayson noticing.
His eyes widened at the sight of me crying. For as long as we’ve known each other, he has never seen me cry. To be honest nobody has, other then Cristina. “Oh my god, Y/N you’re crying! What’s wrong?” Grayson asked, as he walked towards me with his arms open, ready to embrace me into a hug. As much as I could use a hug right now, I didn’t let him hug me. I knew that the moment he hugged me I would just start bawling like a baby. I took a small step to the side, and his eyebrows furrowed together.
“You have stuff to do.” I said glancing down at his camera. “I don’t want to keep you. I’ll just see Cristina later.” I turned around to leave, but before I could even take a step, I felt Grayson grab on to my wrist causing me to turn around.
“I can film later…” he paused, giving my hand a light squeeze before speaking again “We’re friends, you know you can talk to me about whatever. But if you don’t want to talk to me, then you can stay here, and wait until Cristina comes back. I just don’t want you to leave upset, ok?” My eyes finally left the ground, and I looked up at him. “Ok… Thanks.” was all I said. His hazel eyes that were once filled with worry, now have a hint of relief in them. His pink lips curled up into a small smile, revealing the dimples in his cheeks.
I stepped inside the apartment, and immediately I noticed how clean it was.
“Wow, I can actually see the floor in here this time.” I chuckled a little, thinking about how there’s usually clothes all over the place, dishes piled up in the sink, and their beds never made.
“Ethan spent all night cleaning, because Cristina was coming over today. He even cleaned my room. Not that I’m complaining!” he said, as he was putting his camera away.
I made my way to the living room, and plopped myself on the couch. I pulled out my phone deciding to text Cristina to let her know I was at the boys’ apartment, but I ended up clicking on Trey’s messages instead. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help it …
Trey: Hey, we’re breaking up.
Y/N: Did you seriously just break up with me over a text message??
Y/N: And literally an hour before our date? Wtf Trey?
Trey: Can’t talk rn.
Y/N: Fuck you asshole!
He broke up with me just like that. No reason, no explanation, nothing. It was as if the two years meant nothing to him. I can’t help but wonder if it was something I did. I honestly didn’t understand.
“Y/N? Hello?” I could here Grayson calling me from the kitchen, but I couldn’t find the words to say anything. I could feel the lump growing in my throat, and I could feel the tears blurring my vision. Next thing I know I’m sobbing on Grayson’s couch.
I felt someone take my phone out of my hand, and I figured it was Grayson since he was the only other person there. After a few seconds I felt his strong arms wrapped around me, as he gently pushed my head into his broad chest.
“Fuck Trey! He’s an idiot!” Grayson whisper into my ear, making me realized that he had read the text messages. Which I don’t mind. I mean Grayson and I have been friends for a while now. I met him when Ethan, and Cristina first started dating a year ago, and we’ve been close friends ever since. He knew about Trey, we all would hang out together from time to time, but you can tell him, and Trey never really had a liking for one another. I never knew why though.
Grayson and I just sat there on the couch, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. He didn’t say anything, he just moved his hands up and down the middle of my back. It was comforting, making me calm down a bit. I picked my head up to rest it on his shoulder.
“Nice hoodie, by the way.” he spoke, breaking the silence in the room. I looked down at the hoodie not remembering what kind of hoodie I was wearing. Then I realized it was Grayson’s hoodie. “Thanks, some idiot left it in my car!” I rolled my eyes causing him to let out a laugh as he playfully pulled the hood over my head. After our fit of laughter, the room quickly broke back into a silence. My head was still resting on Grayson’s shoulder, as I fiddle with the sleeves of my hoodie.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, causing me to dart my attention towards him. I was about to say something, when Grayson’s phone went off signaling that he had just received a text message.
“It’s Ethan. He forgot the apartment key.” Grayson rolls his eyes, as he gets up to go open the front door.
“Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you and Trey had a date today?” Cristina asked. “And why do you look like that?” Ethan asked clearly amused at my appearance. Causing him to receive a slap from Grayson.
“Have you been crying?” Cristina asked, clearly noticing the puffiness of my eyes. She walked towards the couch and takes a seat next to me. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I could feel all three sets of eyes on me. Great I guess everyone gets to see me cry like a fucking baby today.
I let out a sigh before I started to speak.
“Trey… Trey broke up with me.” I spoke almost at a whisper. “He texted me while I was getting ready for our date…” I paused and looked at my best friend who had a sympathetic look on her face. “He broke up with me over a fucking text message! Who the fuck does that?” I was pretty much screaming at her. I hid my face in my hands, and as if on queue the tears just started rolling down my cheeks.
Cristina was comforting me, talking shit about Trey, and saying things to make me feel better. What any girl would do when their best friend is going thru a break up. Ethan and Grayson would occasionally do something stupid trying to make me laugh. It was sweet, I’m glad Grayson convinced me to stay, because I probably would’ve been at home curled up in my bed, listening to sad break up songs, feeling a lot worse.
“I think I’m gonna head home.” I said which caused Cristina to untangle herself from Ethan so she could get up to check her phone, that was on the coffee table. “But it’s only 9. Stay!” she said trying to give me her little puppy dog face. “It’s been a long day, and I just want my bed.” I said, as I was getting up off the couch.
Grayson wanted to walk me to my car, which I thought was sweet of him. All day he kept asking me if I was ok, doing everything he could to try and get a smile out of me. He honestly was the sweetest, and I’m lucky to have a friend like him.
“I’LL CALL YOU LATER!” I heard Cristina yell from the living room. Grayson and I chuckled a bit hearing Ethan telling her to shut up.
We got to my car, and Grayson placed an arm on my shoulder pulling me close, wrapping both of his arms around me. His embrace was warm, and his strong, muscular arms felt like a protective shield around my body.
“No more crying ok?” Grayson said, as he pulled away from our hug. “I’m serious Y/N! Call me if you start to feel sad, or wanna cry, or whatever!” he said in a more serious tone. His eyes met mine, as I finally looked up at him. “I will.” was all I said before turning away to get into my car. I drove out of the parking lot, and started making my way back home.
When I got home, I decided to take a long hot shower. I turned on the water, and quickly went in, letting the hot water hit my body. I had just started conditioning my hair when I heard a knock at my front door. “Seriously?” I said rather annoyed. I got out of the shower, grabbing a clean towel from the towel rack, and dried myself off. I grabbed the bathrobe that was hanging on the back of my bathroom door, and quickly put it on, so I could so see who it was at the door. I figured it would be Cristina, since I never had anyone come over my apartment besides for the twins, and Trey.
“I’m coming!” I yelled from my bathroom so that whoever was at the door could here me. Apparently they didn’t, which caused them to knock on the door harder. “I said I’m co….” I paused when I opened the door, surprised by who was standing outside my apartment.
“…. Grayson, what are you doing here?” I asked a little confused.
“I just wanted to come by and make sure you were ok. Did I interrupt your shower?” he asked noticed the conditioner that was still left in my hair. “I mean you did, but its okay. You had a good reason.” I smiled, causing him to laugh.
I let Grayson come inside, and he walked into the kitchen and placed a shopping bag on the counter. “What’s that?” I asked rather curious. “I bought you some candy, and ice cream. I also got you a movie. Well I got a few actually, I didn’t know what you wanted to watch, so I got you 5 so you can pick from. If you don’t like none of them then I can go get some more I mean I ….”
“Grayson!” I cut him off. “I like all of them actually. Thank you, this was sweet of you.” I said. “Thank god!” he said sounding relived. “You can pick a movie, we can watch it when I finish washing this conditioner out my hair.” I said before walking off into my bathroom. I finished washing off my hair, and grabbed a towel wrapping up my wet hair. I cursed myself as I forgot to bring my clothes into the bathroom with me. I walked into my closet, which happened to be connected with my bathroom since I had a master bedroom. I grabbed a pair of pajama shorts, and a 4OU shirt I got when the guys went on tour last year.
I walked into the living room, finding Grayson on his phone. He looked up from his phone, when he heard me enter the room. I plopped down next to him on the couch, resting my feet up on the ottoman in front of me. “So what movie are we watching?” I asked reaching for the bag of sour patches Grayson got me. I smiled, realizing he knew what my favorite candy was.
“We’re gonna watch Frozen because I know that’s your favorite movie.” he said getting up to put in the dvd. “But I thought you hate that movie.” I asked as I put a piece of candy in my mouth. “I do, but since I’m such a great friend, I’ll watch it with you. Just this one time though!”
We watched the movie, and had a few conversations here and there. It was nice to have Grayson here. He kept making me laugh, with his corny jokes, and his awful singing whenever he tried to sing along to the songs. I enjoyed his company, I really did, but I sort of wish that it was Trey that was here with me right now instead of Grayson. I missed him, I wish I knew why he broke up with me. The more I thought about it the more angry I became. I started going thru my phone and started deleting all of our pictures. I came across a picture of us at our two year anniversary dinner. We looked so happy.
“He didn’t deserve you.” Grayson’s raspy voice brought me back from my thoughts. “He’s a douchebag, who didn’t know what he had. He’s gonna be the one that hurts in the end, because he let you go. You deserve so much more then that piece of shit.” Grayson’s voice sounded angry but soft at the same time.
I laid myself out on the couch, putting my head in Grayson’s lap. “Thank you Gray…” I paused when I felt his hands running through the ends of my hair. “For being there for me today, and for being here right now.” I said, feeling my eyelids get heavy.
“I’ll always be here for you. I promise.” he spoke at a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. I laid there with my head in Grayson’s chest watching the movie that was playing on the tv, as he continued to play with the ends of my hair, as I drifted to sleep.
When I grew up was gonna be a superstar. ❜ ❛
I sit in the car and I listen to static. ❜ ❛
She/he said I look fat but I look fantastic. ❜ ❛ Gotta get back, gotta get free. ❜ ❛ Lean back now, lean back and breath. ❜ ❛ I can’t get a job so I live with my mom/dad/etc. ❜ ❛ Boy/girl, when I left, you were young. ❜ ❛ I was gone but not my love. ❜ ❛ You were clearly meant for more. ❜ ❛ I want you to be happy. ❜ ❛ Don’t you know you got my eyes? ❜ ❛ I’ll make you fly. ❜ ❛ You’ll be happy all the time. ❜ ❛ I know you can make it right. ❜ ❛ Boy/girl, now your life is back-to-front. ❜ ❛ But you’ll see that it’s not for long. ❜ ❛ I know you’ll feel the ghost. ❜ ❛ He/she had all you’ll ever want. ❜ ❛ Did you say something? What’d you say? ❜ ❛ Was that your voice or was that me? ❜ ❛ They’ll never let me be. ❜ ❛ My heart strings broke and it was me. ❜ ❛ In the summer silence, I was getting violent. ❜ ❛ Play with me, my love, in the summer sun. ❜ ❛
I’ll be waiting in your favourite Cheshire grin.
Lay with me, my dear, in the evening clear. ❜ ❛
In the summer silence, I was doing nothing. ❜ ❛ I don’t ever want to pick a slice. ❜ ❛ I’m the treasure, baby, I’m the prize. ❜ ❛
Cut me rails of that fresh cherry pie. ❜ ❛ Gonna fuck my way through college. ❜ ❛ You’ve gone with the thick rims. ❜ ❛ Wake me when the bell rings. ❜ ❛
I’m gonna sleep ‘cause you live in my day dreams. ❜ ❛ I’m so tasty and the prize is right. ❜ ❛ I’m filthy and I love it. ❜ ❛ Got a shotgun in my pocket. ❜ ❛ I am a true romantic. ❜ ❛ And all your days are gone. ❜ ❛ Sitting in the floor in your underwear begging me for more. ❜ ❛ Alright, come close. ❜ ❛
Let me show you everything I know. ❜ ❛
Right, my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?
I’d say I told you so but you just gonna cry. ❜ ❛
You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes. ❜ ❛
My, my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work. ❜ ❛
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs. ❜ ❛
I can’t take this place, no I can’t take this place. ❜ ❛
I just wanna go where I can get some space. ❜ ❛
I’ve been here, I’ve done this all before. ❜ ❛
I curl it up and puff it into plumes. ❜ ❛
Hold my hand and float back to the summer time. ❜ ❛
How can I believe you, how can I be nice? ❜ ❛
Tripping around the tree stumps in your summer smile. ❜ ❛ Just stop and think a minute. ❜ ❛ Why don’t you light that cigarette and calm down. ❜ ❛ Stop and breath a second. ❜ ❛ Can’t you see what was different then? ❜
Ok guys strap yourselves in because I’m about to take you on the wild ride of the night of May 10, 2017. So I went through a lot mentally to get these tickets but I got them. Then the night before something happened with my friend and I’s ride. I cried my eyes out that night thinking we weren’t gonna be able to go but then we found a new ride so my hope was back. I really wanted to get to the barricade. I’ve been having a pretty shitty year and this was the only thing keeping me happy. So the next morning, our ride was two hours late. I’m sitting there thinking we’re gonna be at the back of the queue but when we got there we had pretty decent spots. We made some friends and had a good time. Then there was the problem of people cutting which pissed me off. It was getting ridiculously out of hand. I decided to abandon all concert etiquette and bulldoze my way to the front because my god I deserved it. By the time we got there I was stuck behind 3 tall girls. For those of you who don’t know, I’m 5'0. Yeah I was pissed and the barricade was right there. Concert started and I had the time of my life. However the girls around me were sort of bitches and I thought a fight was gonna go down. Eventually my friend (god bless her) managed to shove me to the front and I was right by the barricade. I swear van and I made eye contact for a split second before he closed his eyes. It happened. Singing along with my favorite band at the top of my lungs was such an amazing experience and I’ve been lucky enough to experience it twice. Their stage presence is the best I’ve ever seen and out of all the concerts I’ve been to, I enjoy theirs the most. It’s weird because I feel so at home and a sense a of belonging at their concerts. I could go on and on about the show but I’m just gonna say it was absolutely amazing. Now our oh so precious ride got into some trouble and my friends mom had to come get us. She’s pretty strict so I was concerned we weren’t going to get to meet the band because she would want to leave. Thankfully at the end, she was still 70 miles away. My friend and I waited by the gates, through hunger, cold weather, and rain. I see people standing up and of course we follow them. Now we’re standing around like dumbasses just talking until my friend says “oh my god bob and bondy are standing right there.” They were talking to the crowd about something (we were in the back). We could not believe our eyes. I got around to bob and my god he’s an actual angel. He’s so sweet. He turned towards me and I asked him for two things. I asked if he could take our selfie because I was shaking too much and then if he could sign my shirt. I’m still shaking while writing this. He was so gentle and sweet and took the picture. I expected him to move on because there were so many girls but he asked me about my shirt and signed it. God his arms were around my waist for so long fucjfigja I’m dead. I love him so much like you don’t understand. I love him I love him I love him I love him. My friend also loves bob a lot but she was like cowering behind me. I asked him if he could take a picture with my friend and she was like “no no no no”. I had to ask him again and he said “of course!” He was so gentle and sweet and took his time with us even though there was this crowd of people. I felt so calm around him. I told him he was great today and he said “thank you so much. Hope you enjoyed the show.” Then we went around to bondy and I was waiting for a while. He knew I was there and kept looking at me but the other girls kept going up to him. I’m so passive omg lol. Anyways he turned towards me and I told him how they’ve helped me out in so many weird ways. And he was like “oh well I’m glad we did something” and kind of laughed and said he’s glad. Then we got a picture and god his hand was on me for so long. I didn’t have a sharpie on me (I asked a girl for bobs but she left). Bondy was like now we just need to find a pen and I was like um I don’t have one but I mean that’s okay if no one has one. I mean I was fine. I was dumb and didn’t bring one but No he turned around and started asking for a sharpie and oh my god I think I died a little on the inside. This girl handed me one and he signed my shirt. I shook his hand said thanks and I hope they have a good rest of the tour. I was a mess. He looked at me right in the eyes and said thank you. He’s so intense and smooth and cool ahhh. After that he had to leave but bob stayed for so long. Eventually everyone started calling him but he took his time and still took pictures with people. I have a video of me yelling “bob you’re an angel!” and he looked so confused. It was hilarious. So yeah that fucking happened.
A/N: y’all. I’m seriously living for all the love on these little oneshots. You sure do know how to make a girl feel loved. ALSO - this is for the anon that sent me “pls gimme a angsty bechloe oneshot” Unfortunately, angst is my specialty. (so is fluff tho? like that makes no sense) I’ve also noticed I usually sway toward writing from Beca’s POV, but I think that’s just bc I’m so much like Beca it’s easier for me to write more naturally and less forced, but idk. Gonna give Chloe’s POV a shot. i’m hoping to write a ton and just queue it up for y’all since I’ll be a smidge MIA for close to the rest of this month. love you mucho, lets get this show on the road xx
Chloe had spilled the beans to the DJ about her feelings last week and all Beca did was stutter, “I uh.. um. I hav-” start sweating, and then walk away.
They haven’t talked about it since and Beca had been avoiding Chloe like a teenage boy avoids doing any physical activity: hardcore.
She wasn’t replying to her texts, which she sent daily, so the only way they would talk or communicate was face to face - that is, if Beca didn’t completely ignore Chloe’s presence entirely.
Chloe walked into the kitchen to get her first cup of coffee for the day, Beca had been sitting at her laptop working on something and avoiding contact or any acknowledgment to the fact that Chloe even walked in.
“Morning, Becs.” Chloe said after she’d filled her mug.
“Hey.” still no eye contact.
“Any midterms today?” Chloe leaned up against the counter across from Beca and took a sip from her mug.
“Nope.” popping the p.
“Lucky. I have three.”
Beca just nodded.
“Okay, well I’m gonna go get ready. See ya later I guess.” with no reply.
She felt like she had done something wrong, like Beca hated her. Chloe usually had a pretty good sixth sense for all things Beca Mitchell, but this one thing was eating her alive even more so because she couldn’t figure it out.
“Stace. I literally told her, ‘Beca, I love you’ after I made her dinner on Thursday and then she just stuttered some incoherent nonsense and then got up and walked away. She won’t even look at me.” Chloe had burst into Stacie’s room, completely ignoring the fact that Lilly was playing darts with a dart board that was mounted on the ceiling above her bed…
“Maybe she’s just a little freaked? I mean come on, it’s Beca. Episodes of Game of Thrones even gets her freaked.” Stacie was half paying attention to Chloe’s ranting and filing her nails.
“How the hell am I anything like Game of Thrones?”
It wasn’t cold this morning, so after breakfast I took the twins out to break in their Christmas present finally lol. They were sooo good - no fighting, crying or moaning. My good girls
♡ .We’re gonna go to the shopping centre later to do our weekly food shop - and maybe stop at the adventure zone on the way home.
Then Marcus is on daddy duty and I can have some me time
A/N: This wasn’t requested, this is a kind of ‘on the side’ thing. I hope you enjoy it! Btw this is a Jughead Jones x reader series thing~
Riverdale high organises
a musical production of ‘Heathers’ for the last semester of the summer, being
the last one for a handful of seniors and after Jason Blossom’s death; nearing
his one-year anniversary…in short everyone was on edge, especially around
Cheryl Blossom. This was meant to be a major emotional boost and distraction to take
performing/auditioning sophomore student’s minds off of exams and senior’s off
of college entrance fees.
But who will step in
when the lead role of J.D. gets in a major car accident outside of school on
the opening night? Will Y/N be able to go out and play the leading female role
of Veronica Sawyer even when Cheryl Blossom, who was playing Heather Chandler,
the mythic bitch herself, openly bitches about her on stage as a part of the
show? Or will she go off script altogether due to troubling times ahead?
Who knew that Y/N’s
saviour on that fateful night would come with a crime-mystery solving writer
and a grey crown-like beanie wearer?
Can Jughead Jones the
third save the day and get the girl?
“Go out and do something. You’ve been sitting in your room all summer,” Your best friend, Yeri pleaded with you. She was concerned. You hadn’t left your room since the ends of school. You still got out of your room to do obvious things like eat, shower, or to go to the bathroom but you didn’t bother to go out. What would be the point.
“It’s only the ending of June,” You said, shooing her. You just wanted her to go away. Apart from her, you had no friends to hang out with anyway, and you had an overwhelming feeling that she was getting tired of you. The only reason that she was still talking to you was that you shared a house. The rest of your friends had all left for the summer. Your smaller suburban town in China didn’t have much to do, so you didn’t blame them. And you didn’t want to leave your warm bed, and your loyal books.
“I can’t just jump into something if I don’t know what’s gonna happen. I never have been that guy. Like, I’m the guy that, if I don’t know what’s gonna happen, I don’t do something. Ever.I don’t care how bad I want to do it.”
Nick jumped in into something with Jess without knowing what was going to happen. In other words, he had never wanted anything so badly in his life.
Happy Cooler Anniversary, everyone.
(I have literally had this in my queue for three months.)
Can you do a Stella Carlin where both of you like each other a lot but are too shy to do anything. So one day there's a huge rain storm and the electricity is out, and it's really dark, and everyone has to sleep in the cafeteria. When nobody notices, Stella pulls you somewhere private and you guys start making out. Thanks in advance!
It had been a shitty day from the moment I had woken up. They had given me some new inmate that had arrived the night before and hadn’t been given a proper tour of the prison, leaving me to that annoying task. The showers had ran cold by the time I had finished, leaving me to bath in the freezing cold. And now, a storm had hit, making the lights flicker and putting everyone in a bad mood.
“I hate this kind of weather,” I grumbled, running my fingers through my knotty hair, attempting to brush the knots out without needing to find my brush.
“Yeh, it’s really fucking shitty,” Piper sighed, brushing her wet hair out, somehow managing to hit me with droplets of water, even though we were at opposite ends of the bench.
“I swear if the power goes out, I’m gonna jump out a window,” I huffed, hoisting myself up on the bench and swinging my legs childishly, watching her continue to prepare herself for bed. As if on queue, the lights in the bathroom started flicking, before finally going out a moment later. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”
“Alright ladies, everyone out of the bathroom!” one of the new part time officers came storming into the bathroom, waving her baton in the doorway, glaring at anyone who passed her. “Go to your cubes and get your things, we’re all bunking in the cafeteria!” All the girls let out a loud groan, clutching their towels tighter around their bodies, not wanting to let anything slip, despite a majority of them being into girls anyway.
“This is ridiculous,” I sighed, picking up my discarded towel and toiletries and following the girls towards our cubes, cringing at the sheer darkness of the prison.
“Well atleast this way you’ll get to spend the night with your favourite person…” Piper winked, her eyes wandering to the opposite side of the room where Stella was stood, laughing at something with another inmate, a flash of jealousy rushing through me. “I don’t care how dark it is, if I see your two heads get close to one another, I’ll give you both shit for the rest of your time here…”
“Ok mum,” I rolled my eyes, picking up my mattress and rolling it as best I could, tucking it under my arm, along with some food, a pillow and a book to keep myself entertained. “Let’s just hurry up and go… I want to get a good spot.”
I threw my mattress onto the cold, hard cafeteria floor, looking around at the sheer amount of girls who had gathered into the small area. There were obviously designated areas for each ‘squad’, and Morello had somehow managed to score one of the back corners, giving us all ultimate privacy.
“Alright, who’s bright idea was it to all sleep in here,” Piper huffed, stepping over another inmate and throwing her things onto the floor, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do they realise that we could all die of suffocation?”
“I’d rather that than drowning to death,” Y/N piped up, dropping her mattress next to mine and collapsing onto it, nudging me with her elbow. “You’re my designated cuddle buddy for tonight.” I simply nodded, letting her scoot over so our heads were resting against each others, my arm itching to go around her, but refraining for fear of it being too forward and too in public.
“You’re two are so cute together,” Morello sighed, patting both of our legs softly, making me roll my eyes at her forward comment. “Don’t be sassy with me… We all know you like each other..”
“No we don’t!” We both stated at the same time, blushing at our synchronisation.
“We’re just good friends,” Y/N mumbled, looking down at her hands that were resting in her lap, making me frown slightly at her comment.
“Stella doesn’t look too happy about that,” Piper raised a brow at me, kicking my leg softly. “You have a thing for my baby?”
“Your baby?” Y/N chuckled, lifting her head back up to stare at her friend with a confused look. “I was kidding about the whole mum thing, ya know.”
“I take it quite seriously,” Piper shot me a deadly look, shaking her pointer finger at me. “You treat my baby good, ya hear? If she comes crying to me, I’ll kill you myself…”
“Piper, shut up and go to sleep,” Y/N rolled her eyes, manoeuvring herself so she was lying on her mattress with her head in my lap, my hands automatically running themselves through her hair. “That feels nice…”
“Don’t go to sleep,” I mumbled, tugging on her hair softly, raising a brow when she bit her lip slightly. “You have to stay awake to entertain me…”
“Entertain yourself,” she scoffed playfully, moaning softly when I tugged on her hair a bit harder than before, her bright eyes staring up at me through her lashes, almost challenging me to continue.
“Never knew you were the kinky type…” I chuckled, watching her blush at my comment.
“There’s quite a bit that you don’t know about me…” she muttered softly, her eyes wandering over towards the doorway into the cafeteria. I followed her gaze, noticing a majority of the room was either asleep or reading, with most of the guards slouched against the walls, completely knocked out. I pushed Y/N off my lap, scrambling to my feet and pulling her up with me, tugging her along behind me, tiptoeing across the inmates sprawled across the floor, thankful for the darkness that was keeping us hidden.
“Where the hell are we going?” I whispered, just narrowly dodging stepping on one of the inmates, following the frantic girl towards the abandoned and completely dark hallways. “Stella, we’re going to get caught!”
“Shh,” she shushed me, jiggling doorknobs as she walked down the hallway, finally finding an open room and pushing me inside, closing the door behind us and locking it.
“What are we-” I was cut off by her lips connecting with my own, her arms wrapped around my waist, my own coming to wrap around her neck. I tilted my head to the side slightly, almost collapsing at the feel of her soft lips against my own, her arms being the only thing keeping me upright. The kisses became more frantic, her hands sliding down my back until they were resting just below my bum, lifting me onto the table, standing in-between my open legs. She pulled away from my lips, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks, placing soft kisses all over my face.
“I’ve waited so long to do that,” she breathed out, raising a brow when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging her even closer to me. “What are you doing?”
“Sit on me,” I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her onto my lap so she was straddling me, my hands down resting on her ass.
“I thought you meant something else when you told me to sit on you,” she pouted, making me roll my eyes. “But I guess this is ok…”
“That comes later,” I winked, giving her a cheeky grin, cooing when a soft flush spread across her cheeks, obviously not expecting my forward comment. “But for now, I just wanna make out with you…”
Finally have things in order, looking forward to the next few months.
Once I finish my queue, It’s gonna be three months of ME art and that just feels good. It feels good, man.
Anyways, prepare to see more of this dour girl. This is Shree. Silly name right? Well, you’ll eventually find out why folks call her that, but for now I’ll suffice by saying she’s one of the Tillamook tribe in a post apocalyptic world.
Current thundercaller, she’s what you could consider the main POV of a multiple POV character story/comic.
On a pilgrimage to The Great Divide to earn the blessing of her ancestors and receive the mantle of her calling, she comes across wreckage along the coastline and encounters what she comes to believe is her generation’s manifestation of mimlos-whale…
YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT– lmao. I’m sorry. That got click-baity. At any rate. This is a vast improvement over the last time I designed her. God bless improvement.