but druggies said i do so

bts theory

so I saw a post that said something about how in some neighborhoods, shoes tied together and hanging off a power line signified death but in MY NEIGHBORHOOD that means someone nearby be selling the druggies whICH EXPLAINS JIN’S PINK FLIP PHONE

those plants around him? weed

how else do you think he got vlive on his pink flippity flop phone? photoshop? took a pic of another phone? no weED

source: dude trust me but also 

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Paparazzi - Justin Bieber imagine

Request: ‘Can you do a imagine with Justin and y/n are out in public and the paparazzi say really mean stuff to her and he protects her’

Warnings: language and some references to drugs 


If there was one thing I would name about about what I hate about Justin being famous, it would be the endless amount of attention and following around he receives. We could never seem to be able to get away from it, no matter where we went. We could go to Antarctica and paparazzi would still find a way to get to us. The fans, I truly didn’t mind because they actually had manners unlike the paps. Insults would be hurled at me in a daily basis, either on social media or in person.

We were currently inside the Chanel store on Rodeo Drive and there was a whole crowd of people outside, waiting for Justin to come out. I looked at the bags on the wall for something that caught my attention. Justin was talking to his security so they could be ready for when we actually left. I couldn’t actually hear what he was saying to them because there was so much screaming and hollering coming from outside. Justin came over to my side to join in on helping me look for something.

I glanced over at him and noticed his attire. “Justin, please do me a favor and pull up your pants.” He gave me a confused look and looked down at his clothes.

“Babe, it’s called style. There isn’t anything wrong with me sagging my pants.” He replied. “You should try sagging your pants.”

“Absolutely not. Justin, set an example.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“You’re not my mom. Just get a move on so we can leave before they break the windows,” He was referring to the people standing outside the store. I looked over the things once more before I finally came down to a decision. I went to the check out and Justin quickly paid for it. He took my bag and his security told him to get ready. 

“Stand behind me and don’t let go of my hand. Got it?” He asked, looking back at me in a serious manner. I nodded my head quickly and held onto his hand as tight as I could. I hated going out into crowds like this. It was the worst thing possible. The fact that I was claustrophobic didn’t make things any better for me. It wasn’t as bad as when I was young but, it’s still a scary experience. His security opened the door and the screaming from the fans immediately hit me.

I think I might have gone deaf in both of my ears. Justin’s security pushed the crowd back only so much, it barely made a difference. Justin guided me through the endless maze of people and almost half way to the car, something was thrown at me. I didn’t bother to look at it but, an insult soon followed.

“Justin, what are you doing with a druggie? You forget that she’s an addict?”

I ignored what was said at first but, everything got worse from there.

“Why don’t you just overdose already? It’ll make the world a better place, especially for Justin!”

Justin stopped in his place and he turned around in the direction the last insult came from. “What did you say?” He questioned. His anger was very noticeable in his tone. “Who said that? Come on, speak up!”

“I said it,” someone spoke up. “What are you going to do about it when it’s true?” I saw the paparazzi’s face and it was awfully familiar, even the voice was. He was the pap that followed us around everywhere we went.

“You care to repeat that, you piece of shit?” Justin continued. He let go of my hand and walked over to the guy. I followed behind him and told him to stop before it could get any worse. Justin continued bantering the guy until he gave in, which was a huge mistake. Without thinking twice, Justin drew his arm back and threw a punch or two. Before Justin could cause serious damage, his security pulled him away. 

I was sort of shocked yet happy that Justin did that. I wasn’t expecting it at all. He was always so humble and it was so foreign to me to see him like that. I caught up to Justin and his security and we got into the car, leaving the crowd of people behind. There was an awkard silence between us so, I took the time to break it myself.

“Thanks for standing up from me Justin. No one has really done that for me before.” I said. I smiled at him to show I was being sincere and he sent me a small smile back.

“Anytime. No one deserves to be disrespected, especially my girlfriend.”

An Ode to Hunter S. Thompson.

I know he was an asshole.
And a crook.
And a druggie.

A bad father.
A suicidal man.
He ended his own life.
The way he wanted to to.

But that’s the thing I suppose.
Thompson did what he wanted to.
What most are afraid to ever do.

And when he spoke his words meant something to me.
He wasn’t cocky,
He wasn’t prideful.

He saw the truth.
And displayed it the best he could.
He lived the truth.

He lived.
He once said. “There’s no drug like writing.”
And so I started writing.

He was a good one.
Even though he wasn’t.

And thats the realest thing a person can be.


::A request… A REQUEST!!! I’m so happy I could cry! Thank you, Anon! I have to say, I think the ending’s a little cheesy, but I hope you still like it. Enjoy!::


             “Lu-if-r.” He could hear it, could hear you; The muse of your harp strung tone. But he was paying more attention to your lips as you spoke. Those cupid bow lines, covered in a lustful red; He could almost, No, No he couldn’t. His face only took a moment to realize a strange pain in his chest, but he had no Idea what that feeling was, or he wasn’t given enough time to think. The stretch of line curled back after only a few seconds of confusion. You’d raised your hand to lightly grip Lucifer’s arm, causing his heart to flutter, and allowing himself to return into a mindless daze. He was drowning in the sent of your, and now his, favorite perfume. You could only take so much staring from one man, so you tried your next solution. He was being sucked into the vortex of you (E/C) eyes until, you slapped him. 

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To The Pathetic Man That Assaulted Me for 6 Years...

Dear You,
“You.” It seems strange that I don’t even know what to call you, considering you almost ruined my life. April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month, but I am all too aware of my assault every day of the year. Sometimes, I wonder what was going through your head.. What could have possibly made you think you had the right to violate an eight-year-old girl — to take her innocence and rip it away from her? What kind of delusion led you to tell her that her parents would hate her if she told them? I wonder how you live with yourself after you touched me, and then told me it was my fault. You used to tell me it was because my clothes, I was eight years old, wearing little girl clothing and you’re going to blame my outfits? It took me almost six years to start wearing shorts again because of you.

I wonder if you remember all those times as clear as I do - as I probably always will, for the rest of my life. I’m not sure if I remember the very first time, because I was so young, young and fragile; but I do remember times after that. I thought I would never get a break. You took everything I thought would be my choice away from me.

It started out me wanting a ride on the four-wheeler and you’d take me. You would stop in the woods, turn around and pull my shirt down and try to look at my breasts. You tried to kiss me there, and play with them. It was so frightening I didn’t know what to do, I felt as if I couldn’t scream. I just let it happen and I tried to push you off me. You were so much bigger than I was though, what more could a little eight year old do?

My mom and dad fought often and sometimes one or the other would move out and go somewhere else. My mom went and stayed with her friend and I went along with her, little did I know you would stay there too, sometimes. I remember sleeping in the bed and you came into the bed with me, while I was sleeping, and put my hand on your junk. I remember punching so you’d stop. Time after time this happened.

I got older, about eleven, but the older I was I grew more scared. You were drinking one night, and being rude so I was being rude too. You choked me out, and I went into a seizure almost. I remember shaking and crying, my mom put me in the bath. There was one bathroom at the time, what a coincidence you’d have to use the bathroom the second I was in the bath. You came in there trying to look at me, and touch me. I cried, but I never said anything, to anyone.

Time and time again you’d do this to me. When I was sleeping, when we’d be home alone, anytime, didn’t matter when, didn’t matter who was there.. One day though, I woke up without pants on and I couldn’t remember what happened. I was horrified. This is when I spoke up, I asked my little sister if you came into the room that night, she didn’t know, so I explained to her what had been happening to me.

It got to the point where I didn’t even want to shower because I was scared of you coming in there. It didn’t matter if I locked the door or not, you’d just unlock it anyways. I would just wash my hair and go on about the day, because quite frankly I wouldn’t care if I washed my body or not. That’s how scared you made me. One time, it was just us at the house. I thought you were sleeping so I hopped in the shower, you violated my rights; unlocked the door and came in spying on me, I was 15 years old then.

I finally came out about it to my grandma the day you hit me and she blamed it on your "illness”, your “illness” is you’re a druggie. I told her, she didn’t believe me, and the thing she said was, “was he high? he doesn’t know what he’s doing when he’s high” That’s not true, you didn’t do drugs when you did this to me the first three years. You knew EXACTLY what you were doing. She asked why I never came out about it and I said it was because I started when I was young. She asked me how young and when I told her right, she replied “oh pfftttt…” as if I made it up, just so she could protect her little pathetic “son”.

You almost ruined my life; until I started talking. I hope you get what you deserve, and nothing less. I will never be the same again. I will no longer live in fear because of something a piece of scum did to me. I am stronger that that, I am a stronger person because of what you did to me and what I went through. I am strong, but weak.

A strong survivor.

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Running his fingers through his blond and black hair, before totally freezing. His bright green eyes focus on the other and a slight smirk grows onto his face. Tapping on his own beer bottle to get the others attention, his smirk looking a bit flirty and seductive.

“Wanna do something really fun?” His eyes almost lite up when he said ‘really fun’ as he pulls out a bag of pot from his jacket pocket. “Unless you want something more intense.. I’ve also got acid back in my shop.”

anonymous asked:

Hate is such a strong word to use. But how bloggers have taken this pr stunt to show their true colours on what they feel about Z has made me hate them. Idont get worked up about internet strangers but said strangers have managd to convince their followers that Z is a cheating druggie with mental health issues. They are destroying Z image in the name of concern. What concern? Drug addiction and mental health should be talked about but diagnosing Zayn as this without a medical checkup disgusting

This is how I feel. Health diagnosis is VERY specialized so no one without a MEDICAL degree should be out here doing that shit. It’s slanderous otherwise. Throwing around things like drug addiction and mental health diagnoses aren’t a joke. And the implications and “assumptions” are all fuckery that would be shut down if implied to their fave. So I have no time for their “concern”

Selenators and their obsession with me which is hypocritical.

Selenators claim I’m obsessed because I talk about Selena, but isn’t that what Selena signed up for when she basically did everything she can to become a celebrity? 

I am ENGRAVED into their minds. Whether or not I’m around in the future, I have had an impact on them. They’ll be saying “Remember exposingsmg?” And when I get proved right… AGAIN… they’ll try to convince themselves that it was some sort of coincidence. In the end, I’m engraved into their minds. Whenever THEIR fave does something, they think about what I AM going to say. Hey they’re like Selena, you know, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 

Selena is filming her new movie which no one will go see when it’s released just like no one saw Behaving Badly, The Getaway, Rudderless, or Spring Breakers (wow four movies that bombed at the box office and at reviews from the audience or critics… Justin’s curse!)

Anyways, so part of her role is this

So the second those pictures come out, the first thing Selenators can think of, is what I’m going to say. Aw!

And the reality of it is

I didn’t even say something. And when I did, it was this

I will forver be engraved into their minds. They wanna call me obsessed yet they stay reading my blog

and talk about me with their friends

That same rat is the same one who says I have no life because I talk about Selena negatively yet what is she doing up texting her friends about me? It sure isn’t to plan a tea party!

Having a conversation with takes two different roads.

1. They’ll provide fake stats.

2. They’ll run away once you ask for receipts. 

Here’s an example

And yes she didn’t reply. 

They know everything! It’s like a wikipedia page on me ♥ At least when I wanna know something about my Selena, my sources who are part of her inner circle, can easily tell me. 

If you ask for receipts, I’ll grant you it. 

(Yes that is vinylugly who retweeted that tweet meaning she agrees that if I provide a legit receipt from E News or TMZ, that will prove my legitimacy)

So that’s what I did. 

Texts between Alison and I, April 26

TMZ, April 28

So what do they say?

After that, no reply. I proved that TMZ’s source said the same thing as well as mine. Someone else said that it was actually a coincidence. Yeah… because all these times were coincidences also. 

Jan 16. 

Feb 5th.

Or how about my source telling you guys in September and December 2013 that Selena is dating her dancer Charity 


Only to have Blind Gossip say the same thing in March 2014

It’s a coincidence that BG’s source as well as ours is lying?

July 2nd 2014

July 3d

Or how about TMZ again.

Less than 2 weeks later

It’s a coincidence tho! 

Yet vinylugly who retweeted the tweet saying where’s my TMZ proof, ignores that and goes on to focus on Blindgossip

Whether or not Blindgossip “lied” it still doesn’t explain how their sources match up with mine who match up with TMZ. 

I thought vinylugly deserved to get dragged on my blog with over 1 million visits. I won’t even @ her this post, I know she’ll personally do her daily exposingsmg check up like Selena. 

Also, I mentioned @triggabuteras in one of my recent posts. She used to run a defend account account for me and actually wanted me to let her in on the exposingsmg squad!

Rodents like that is how Selenaexposed got suspended. Trust no one if you want to run a successful blog. 

I know vinlyugly loves my 1 million views since she stays talking about them as well as contributing to them! She’s just angry that For You doesn’t have ¼th of that.

One more thing, I said something about me getting proved right 5 out of 10 times and Selenators can’t seem to let go of it just like they couldn’t let go off the “download here” button when they downloaded Stars Dance illegally.

You do understand that there are certain things that won’t get proved right. Going back to the Delena fight, I can’t release video evidence of them fighting. Or the Jenners vs. Selena, I can’t show you evidence of them fighting either. I can only give you proof to a certain extent. It’s not  failed test when Selena’s image took a 360 spin after me and Selenaexposed. The Selena who you guys said doesn’t smoke cigarettes or the one who didn’t go to rehab like “that druggie Demi!” has had 360 image turn ever since us. And it sure as hell ain’t a failed test if the majority of twitter tweet “What’s wrong with her face….” or “What drugs is she doing” when a new Selene picture comes out because before me, no one called Selena a coke addict. So the only test that was failed, was the “Can Selena still have a successful career after the Jelena breakup” test, when four movies in a row bombed and the two albums released after her breakup with Justin, are her lowest selling. 

Because in the end

You guys like it when I drag Selenators, so hopefully you liked this post :)


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The Healing place is a fucking joke. Hell, all shelters in my opinion are a fucking joke.

Now, please read carefully. I was in a bad environment at home. I was being emotionally abused by my father for years, more so when my parents got a divorce. I tried to move into a friends house, but he found out and yelled and screamed and threatened to drop me off in the middle of saint louis. So, when I got the chance, I flew out to see my boyfriend and I had decided I was going to stay in that state. I wasn’t going back. I knew with him still living at home, his parents wouldn’t keep me there so I had plans on just staying at a shelter til I got back on my feet. 

Every single shelter had a huge ass waiting list that went on for 6+ months. Every. Single. One. Called every possible shelter in the area and they all asked if I had a kid or was pregnant. I was so upset because, really, how many homeless women with kids/are pregnant are there??? I wouldn’t know but surely there were more kids who were homeless right? Well, I FINALLY found a shelter that allowed me to come in. It was all great at first, but then after a while, I started to realize it was hell. 

The Healing Place in Raleigh North Carolina was God aweful, poorly run and barely helped anyone. It was sad, really. There were two sections; one for overnighters(people like me needing a place to stay) and people in “the program”(they had problems with drugs and alcohol abuse). Though, I do understand why they were more lenient towards the program people being it was mainly a place for druggies, I just didn’t like how it was ran. 

1) Pass addicts who were in the program were the monitors. They always said “once an addict always an addict” so why the hell did they let these people run the place? Not to mention they all had a piss poor attitude and had a rude stick shoved so far up into their asses they couldn’t see straight.

2) People got kicked out for the stupidest reasons. Couldn’t make it to class(which I’ll explain later)? Cant get a bed. Took something to eat from the cafeteria and brought it to bed with you? Welp, you poor diabetic thing, you’re out on the streets again. Hell, there was a women there who was saying she didn’t like the food and she was “sent down the hill”!! 

3) Even if you weren’t in the program and had no addictions AT ALL you HAD to go. This prevented the actual homeless people to go out and apply for jobs or even go to interviews! If you didn’t go to class and sign the paper before each one started(there was two) then you could not get on the van or get a bus ticket to go to the shelter. 

4) Oooh the old women there… They had been there for years. YEARS. Still sitting on their asses thinking they were some goddess. They had their own beds and everything(you usually got a different bed all the time). It pissed me off when the monitors told us “young people” to all let the elderly and disabled sign the list first which is utter bullshit. Call me selfish, but why should I stay the night on a bench in the back of the women’s center when these elderly people can simply call up their son/daughter/relative and they can get money for a hotel(i’ve seen it happen quite a few times) 

5) They did NOT search the program people’s bags. Noooo, they searched OUR bags. The ones without the problem. And to rub salt in the wounds, it was the program people’s job to check our stuff. We weren’t allowed to have any electronics and were locked up. I couldn’t understand why the program people didn’t have their bags checked. Like, really, there was even an incident where someone found a broken crack pipe in the shower and the fingers were pointed to the overnighters. After the monitors mentioned the broken crack pipe, NOTHING was done. They were like “lolwell since no one did it i guess it’s fiiiiiine”. 

6) You weren’t allowed to keep your stuff in the shelter but the program people could. Many of us had large bags and suitcases but we had to drag it onto the bus and somehow stuff it into a van and had to take it EVERYWHERE unless you went to the women center(where we had our classes) and sign up for storage. 

7) They served expired food. I mean, I know it was all donated and I greatly appreciated it, but c'mon if you’re serving us stuff that can get us sick, that’s not right. But of course, you couldn’t breathe a word about it, even if it was expired or spoiled or else they’d send you “down the hill”. 

Of course there were other nit picky stuff that was a living hell too. Like, all the snoring, getting up at 5 am(mandatory) and only allowed to come back in at 3 or 4pm(can’t remember which) and the fact that someone stole my class ring but of course, living in a shelter there had to be rules, but I think the Healing Place is a sick and twisted shelter that needs to get their shit together. But not just them, I heard of other shelters that had bed bugs and were worse so I guess I should be thankful? Well, I am thankful now that I’m living with my aunt and I have a job and such.

WAY Tdrl; The Healing Place is NOT a good shelter in the slightest and I think all other shelters are no better. 

It's Good To Be Bad (Chapter 1)

TITLE: It’s Good To Be Bad


AUTHOR: leavetherestunspoken


GENRE: Romance, Drama, Crime 

FIC SUMMARY: Tom is the founder/boss of a gang called The Dirty Dawgs. But what happens when he falls for his newest member?


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I’ve been dying to write a gangster sort of story for ageeeees. Finally after the whole Jaguar, villain, Tom stuff, I’ve had lots of inspiration! Sorry that this chapter is a little jumpy, it’s just getting to know the characters and a little background info first! :) x


Kelly had just finished touching up her make up when her cousin, John, shouted on her from the living room to hurry up. She rolled her eyes as she quickly put on her lipstick. She was looking forward to going out for dinner with him and then going for a few quiet drinks to celebrate her 30th. But it was also to celebrate her 2nd year of being in The Dirty Dawgs gang.

Since joining the gang her life had been anything but quiet. But she wouldn’t change it for the world. The Dirty Dawgs were her family, she would do anything for them. Even The Boss. Whom she had only ever met once. But due to circumstances, she had never met him properly. So she just went by the things she was told of him. 

All she knew about The Boss, or otherwise known as Mr Hiddleston, was that he never liked getting his hands dirty. But he was the mastermind of the whole thing. Kept the whole gang in money, made sure everyone had a roof over their head. He was very good to his gang. She had also heard from one of the few girls that he was very handsome. Not many of the gang saw him regularly though. He was a dark horse in Kelly’s eyes. But she owed him her life.

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Arm-Chair Judges

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v.tr.1. To form an opinion or estimation of after careful consideration: judge hs; judging character. There sure has been a lot of “judging" going around lately. And it is all being done behind a computer screen while sitting in that holier than thou "judgement chair.”   Have taken the time to read a few things here & there……and am going to use some quotes from those places that give in my opinion an honest OBJECTIVE view of what is going on. They are full of common sense, carefully thought out…..no knee-jerk reaction by what on the SURFACE seems to be going on. They, like myself and a whole bunch of others, are like minded in one thing……that Robert Douglas Thomas Pattinson & Kristen Jaymes Stewart Pattinson are OFFICIAL PARTNERS and have made a life & family together…..despite whatever crap has come their way.    Let me start by posting this pic here of Kristen and a quote she made this summer in an interview:

This has a lot to do with the media and their bullshit…….BOTH she and Rob tried telling people this very thing this summer……they warned us about this very thing……only to have it fall on deaf ears by some people.  Man….there is a lot being said about Rob right now. Not so long ago it was Kristen. And despite the rubbish going around….you know what…they are both still standing….still here…..still making movies….she with Chanel & him with Dior. Still getting praised by those who have worked with them. If something were truly amiss with either one of them….this would not be happening.   How do I know that…..well because at one time Robert Downey Jr. was not the successful guy he is now. He seemed to stay in trouble all the time….umm he was talked about not because of the projects he was doing…..no he was talked about because he was doing drugs and being hauled into jail alot. He could have kept that up…..and we wouldn’t have know the man that we do today……a very successful & sought after actor…..whose wife he credits for helping him change his ways…..has a family with.  The things being said about & spread about Rob is not only cruel…but boarders on being libel….saying his is on drugs or drinking so much he is just a big mess……and there is ZERO proof of this…..only being said about him because of his association of a certain person…..ms. pineapple. Tsk Tsk  If just being around someone like that…..makes one a druggie or boozed up person or gay or a cheater or insert whatever you have deemed to be abdominable……then we would all be just as messed as Rob or Kristen by those so called armchair judges. How ridiculous that is.  Not liking what you see & making wild ass assumptions are two different things. And right now…..all I am seeing is a bunch of wild ass assumptions over much to do about nothing. Yes…nothing. Take the latest group of pics….which are out of sequence btw……didn’t know there was a video….and just like I thought….WHAT YOU SEE IN those ass pics….is NOT what is really is……again….just how do I know this…well…..from this here comment from another place……and not posting name out of respect for the person who posted…… “ I noticed some talking about the new pictures of the"stroll” in LA, and I thought the hand holding & asks touching were very “iffy”; and then I saw the video. Peeps, after watching I saw NONE of this. Rob was swinging his hand from front to back, & the still from the side made an illusion that he touched her rear. JS. I see this whole thing as being similar to the Camile Rowe Dior shoot, except Rob is the Director this time. And we know he will do whatever it takes to keep the haters and Papz away from Kris and their little family.
He is yucking it up for the Papz, showing them to be the Fools he knows they are. I just love a Rob & Kristen. And has it really been 6 years since Twilight?“SMH  Panic Button overload……and what did ROB tell all of you: THE MEDIA gets a SET of pics and makes up a story to go with those pics…and it is NOTHING BUT A LIE!!!! He also said "the media does terrible, terrible things to the world, it makes people stupid” He is right.  Therefore people: .he did not touch her butt like that damn cockroach pap wanted you to believe!!!!!!!

Again… those who said they believe in RK are dropping off like flies….why is that….BECAUSE INSTEAD OF TRUSTING Rob & Kristen…..they  are letting the media play them……with their narratives and crafty pictures. Those that are buying into this…..the media has got you hook, line & sinker. They have been wearing you down..planting those seeds of doubt…..and with this latest round of pics…..you fell for their stinking lies. Well….that is on you & you alone. I along with others have tried telling you….along with Rob & Kristen….just how conniving, sneaky, and filthy the media is…..but it has falling on deaf ears.  Another thing….since there are some who just can’t understand this….that think that Kristen is in no way involved in all this PR crap….well…..you’d be wrong. Rob & Kristen are partners……married……she knows what is going on……she is in the background like Rob was when she had her turn at this with Sage. Pineapple is going to be playing in …….wait for it….

NASHVILLE, Tenn. And do you know where…..in the very same place that Sages’s video was made. . Kris is the conection with Nash TN. It´s more than obvious. Rob and Kris are working TOGETHER in this business So……..

You want to believe that horseshit the media is shoveling out….then go for it. But don’t come running to me to hold your hand or reassure you that things are fine…..been there done that got the t-shirt…..moved on & that door…..drive-thru has been nailed shut. Suck it up & but your big girl pa

nites on. Go cry your puddle of tears on Big Bird’s shoulder or whoever else’s….I don’t care……once you turn a deaf ear on what Rob & Kristen have said about the media…..and gobble up the media rubbish….you are on your own cupcake. 

Like my friend said on her blog……cause I agree with her on this……. You can take your ‘Rob & Twigs’ posters and shove 'em where the sun doesn’t shine. You can talk on other places that choose to endorse this crap until the cows come home…..but you know what….. At the end of the day….it will not change the truth……that Rob & Kristen are still together……making a life & family together………..and they don’t care if you like it or not…..me either for that matter……because it is their life……..NOT yours.

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It was just another boring day for Michael, having to wear his long sleeves because the school didn’t want to have his tattoos out on display. He snorted every time they gave him a jacket to cover himself mostly because he thought the people at his school were complete idiots.

Not wanting to sit through three hours of the most boring classes he had (maths, English, and Spanish), he made his way to the roof of the school. It was a quiet place and the door that lead to the stairs was always unlocked because the idiots who ran the school didn’t think it was necessary to lock it. And as he jumped two steps at a time, he noticed a breeze. This shocked him because whenever he came up here he was the only person to be here and the door was always closed. 

“Hello?” He called out to the door. There wasn’t a response and he thought that maybe the wind could have blew the door open. Brushing it off, he pulled his sweater over his head and left it on the door knob, feeling the breeze against his inked skin. His parents didn’t care that he had tattoos, they just cared he wasn’t stupid enough to knock a girl up or do drugs. When Michael actually thought about it, his parents were pretty much okay with him doing whatever as long as he didn’t die. Which was okay for him too because he didn’t want to die. 

As he rounded around the air conditioner on the roof, he saw a girl lying on the concrete roof. She had long hair that splayed around her and brown sunglasses on her face. She swayed her combat boot clad feet around as she tapped away on her phone. Michael was surprised he hadn’t seen the girl before, seeing as he was up here every day. 

“Most people say hello,” she said arching her back so she could look at the intruder to her privacy. 

“Uhm…hello.” He said coming out from his spot behind the air conditioner. “Normally people aren’t up here.”

“I can say the same. What are you doing up here Mr. tattoos?” She said sitting up and taking off the sunglasses and replacing them with regular glasses that looked exactly the same. 

“Mr. tattoos doesn’t want to sit through maths, English or Spanish.” He said making his way over to her. She patted the spot next to her and he sat down. “What’s Miss fake sunnies doing up here?”

“The same as Mr. tattoos. I have maths, debate and physics and I hate all those teachers.” She ran a hand through her hair and looked out on the city in front of them. 

“You have Carter for maths too?” He asked following her gaze.

“Yeah. God he’s such a dick,” she laughed, looking down at her black skirt. “He’s threatening to fail me even though when I do show up for class I’m the smartest kid in the class.”

“He’s threatening to fail me because when I do show up to class I’m just a smartass.” He chuckled and looked down. “That guy needs a reality check I’ll tell you." 

"I really hate this school, don’t you?” She said looking at him. He looked at her and was taking back at how pretty she looked. He didn’t know this girl at all and yet she made his day better by just being attractive. “I mean the teachers are assholes, the students are druggies, and…there’s only like a handful of smart people." 

"Yeah, but you know perks of being a senior. What year are you?”

“Me? I’m a junior.” She shook her head and flipped it back, slightly hitting him in the face. He laughed when the ends of her hair tickled his face. “What’s so funny?”

“Your hair is really ticklish, that’s all.” He smiled at her and looked down, feeling a slight blush on his cheeks. “I’m Michael.”

“Y/N. And you do realize we have maths together right?” She said looking at him. 

“Well I guess we alternate days we ditch Y/N. How come I haven’t noticed you before? I’m pretty sure I would have noticed such a pretty girl." 

"You’re far to kind Michael. And I’m quiet. I’m like a ghost.” She waved her hands and made booed in his face, causing him to smile. 

“Why were you up here?”

“It’s the only quiet place I have really. During the day my head is just…it’s swimming and swimming in these stupid thoughts and when I can’t handle it I come up here. I mean everyone has to clear their head, right?” She said looking at him. 

“Yeah,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “I was honestly gonna come up here and smoke like two joints and then hope I didn’t trip down the stairs. But I left my stuff in my jacket,” he said pointing back at the door. 

“Shame, I would have loved some.” She looked at him and they both started laughing. “Don’t most people think you’re the bad boy Michael?" 

"Okay, I had sex with the principals daughter once and I’m suddenly a bad boy? Wow people at this school are stupid." 

"I mean, I’ve seen you tagging the back of the school, the cars, pretty sure you dislocated that one kids knee by shoving him in a locker. Sounds bad to me.”

“Oh…I thought you were gonna say because I have tattoos. Because tattoos don’t make me a bad person. All that stuff you said I did makes me a bad person.” He leaned back and stared at the sky. “Or I guess it’s up to interpretation.”

“Tattoos tell stories. What’s so bad about telling a silent story?” She said leaning down on her side to look at him. “I’ve seen you around Michael. You’re not that bad." 

His head turned to her and he was a bit taken back by how close she was to him. "I’m not?”

“No, I think you’re just quiet. But then again it’s interpretation.” She stood up, brushing herself off and walking to the door of the roof.

“Wait! Y/N, where are you going?”

“Eh, I have better things to do than listen to my shitty music on a roof of a building I want to set on fire. You wanna come listen to shitty music with me? I’m assuming you didn’t eat lunch because you’re never in the cafeteria." 

He stood up, looking at her sort of astonished she knew that thing about him. She was quite observant and he liked that. "Uhm, yeah. I know this sushi place around the corner that’s more or less empty right now.”

“Happy hour sushi sounds great. Meet me down stairs in a few minutes,” she said opening the door. He quickly stood up to follow her and as he grabbed his sweater, he thought about her.

To him, after their twenty minute conversation she seemed so flawless. But then again, everything is up to interpretation.