"What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good?"
"We are all alone, trapped in this bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial."
"The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody."
"Because it's not a lie if it's how you feel."
"You're all the colours at once, at full brightness."
"The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count."
"All I know is what I wonder: Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me?"
"But I can't promise I won't pick you apart, piece by piece, until you're in a thousand pieces, just like me. You should know what you're getting into before getting involved."
"Drive anywhere and everywhere, even if there's nowhere to go. (Note: There's always somewhere to go.)"
"I've learned the hard way that the best thing to do is say nothing about what you're really thinking. If you say nothing, they'll assume you're thinking nothing, only what you let them see."
"I've always been different, but to me different is normal. I decide on a version of the truth."
"I have this feeling like I'm waiting for something. But I have no idea what."
Stressing what stress ? I can totally do this ! *internally* I'm gonna die I'm gonna die oh god I'm gonna die fuck fuck I should have gone to sleep earlier instead of learning the inner mechanics of a bomb - breathe. You can do this - Nononono I can't !
I am prepared. No way am I going to fuck this up. And even if I fail, I won't die.
I HAVE READ MY LESSON WHAT MORE PREPARING DO YOU WANT ? C'mon, let's do this. I am fine. *internally* I'm not prepared crap i knew I should have worked more and not watched that last ep well too late to go back now
*rereads the lessons* I almost know these by rote sshhh don't disturb me.
prompt: 8- “what your wearing is very distracting”, 12- “i didn’t realise i needed your permission, 15-“here take my jacket you look freezing & 23- “kiss me”
a/n: another piece from my trial co-owner!! let me know what yous think!!
perfect nails, perfect hair.
after many hours spent in front of the mirror, I was finally ready to leave my room and go to Cheryl Blossom’s party.
“You look fabulous!“ My best friend, Betty Cooper said in amazement.
“I don't look like myself at all, Betty. I shouldn't have put this much lipstick, maybe i should just stay…”
“No friggin way, Y/F/N! You can't spend a friday night inside of your house. Besides, you have to find yourself a date for prom!“
I, myself, am a particularly introvert person. And to be honest, I’ve never been to a party before, let alone at Cheryl Blossom’s
But my friend was right, I totally needed a date for the prom, so I said yes to the party. Betty hugged me tightly and grabbed her purse. We were ready to go.
We entered the massive Thornhill mansion and searched for our mutual friend, one and only, Veronica Lodge. I was already extremely anxious and jittery.
“Oh my god, you guys! Finally!“ said the raven haired girl joyfully.
“Y/n! You look… different?!”
I smiled ungainly.
“Don’t get me wrong, different but amazing…"
Suddenly, there was an awkward silence.
“Do you guys… want something to drink?”
I nodded in agreement. I totally needed some alcohol to warm me up. We slowly entered a huge living room, filled with familiar faces. Kids from my school were there.
Almost all of them, dancing and drinking not surprisingly expensive beer, without even noticing me.
“Hey, you wanna dance?” shouted Betty. The music was very loud.
“I… No, Betty. I’m not… you can go without me! I’ll catch up later.”
She calmly smiled to me. Even though I was surrounded with people, I felt so lonely.
Many weird thoughs were running through my mind. I wanted to be somebody, I wanted to be known by them, but I was just a regular geeky high school freak. I knew it, leaving my house was a horrible idea.
At that exact moment, a familiar red haired boy approached to me.
“Hi there, beautiful”
“So… To be honest, I’ve never seen you at Cheryl’s parties before.”
“Parties are not really my thing” I tried not to look at his face.
“Then what’s your thing?”
I actually started enjoying this conversation.
“Um… Books, music… I don’t know”
He let out a tiny laugh. His laugh, it was like a melody to my soul. We sat on a beach, next to a small beach house. The familiar sound of waves was astonishing.
“Never met a girl like you before, Y/N. Truly rare”
We both laughed. His piercing blue eyes were shining like diamonds in the night. His face, his personality, he was art. We spent the rest of the night talking, opening up to each other. I could feel it, it was love. A weird, spontaneous love. Assuden, it started to rain.
“Jason, we have to go!”
“No, Y/N! We are too far from Thornhill! We have to hide in the beach house"
We quickly rain into the beach house while laughing.”
“The rain is still pouring! We have to stay here.” I said.
“Here, take my jacket, you look freezing”
I put on his comfortable red velvet jacket.
“What’s so special about rain?” he sat next to me.
“I like rain. Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.”
I could feel his eyes staring at me.
“Um… Jason, I have to ask you something”
“Oh so do I… You go first.”
“Why… Why did you choose me over all those girls?”
And we were back to the awkward conversations.
“Well that’s simple. There’s no reason I shouldn’t pick you, Y/N. You are special"
I had to words to say. Was he actually in love with me?
“My turn now!”
He took my hand.
“Y/N, would you like to go to prom with me?"
I stood there, frozen, speachless.
His rosy lips quickly slammed mine. The kiss was strong, breathtaking.
The rain finally stopped pouring
Jason was not just a typo highschool rich kid, he was more than that. He was more than good enough. And I loved him, I truly did. But missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will. …
Nooooooooooooo....Nope. Not Shaw. It's Sameen. Sameen is never okay when you're gone. Why aren't you here with me? Or maybe I should be with you where you are. But I don't know where that is...because you never let me visit. Why is that Root? Do you have another girlfriend besides me?
I didn't know we were girlfriends Sam. But no I don't have any girlfriends at the moment.
Except me Roooot. Glad we straightened it out. I can't have you thinking you can go around kissing other people because then I'd have to punch them. But what about all the moments before this one? Or all the ones after?
I haven't had a girlfriend in all the time you've known me sweetie.
Sorry, yes, except you.
Root thinks although this is too cute for words, she should probably go find Shaw before she gets arrested and blows her cover. Shaw has drunk-dialed her before but this seems different. Her other calls have always been to discuss the logistics for a booty call. The important factors being whose place and time.
What about before me?
I had one other girlfriend but it wasn't the same. I was very young.
Did you love her more than me? she whispers so that Root has to strain to hear her.
Root's heart breaks a little for the vulnerability she hears in Shaw's voice and a little for the tragedy that befell Hanna. She sighs.
It can't be compared sweetie. When I met Hanna we were barely teenagers. She looked out for me and offered me her friendship even though everyone else thought I was weird.
Root, you are weird, but that's why I love you.
That's new. Shaw's never declared her love no matter how drunk she's gotten.
Where are you sweetie?
At our place. Root...please come.
Of course Sameen. Is anyone there with you?
Just Bear, but *shshshhs* cuz he's sleeping.
Okay, I'm coming so don't leave. You want to stay on the phone with me until I get there?
Yes! I don't like talking on the telephone except to you Root. Other people are boring. John hardly talks - its like a perverted breather call. Finch just drones on and on until I'm sleeping. And when Fusco calls I change my number. But I like hearing your voice on the phone. I wish you'd call me more when you're away.
Root's breath hitches and she wonders how hard their next conversation will be when Shaw forgets everything she's saying now, but it still lives in Root's heart. She needs to hurry and get Shaw to bed before she proposes.
Root's headed to the bar Shaw calls their place, but the Machine sends her the address to Shaw's apartment.
This is the address to Shaw's apartment not the bar she calls 'our place.'
Asset Shaw has been in her apartment the entire time you've been speaking. Outside your presence she refers to the apartment with the possessive pronoun 'our.'
Is that why my things seems to constantly end up there when I'm sure I've left them in the subway?
Asset Shaw moves any belongings you leave at the subway, except weapons, to your apartment.
Just when I think I have things between us figured out, she throws me for a loop.
I can help bring clarity to your relationship with Asset Shaw. Do you want my help?
Not right now, but I may take you up on it later.
You are so unbelievably loving and loyal. I see what everyone says about you being aggressive and whatnot but that shouldn't overshadow the fact that you are the kindest, most loving, and innocent soul I've ever met.
I love how energetic and blindly optimistic you are. You always keep me on my toes and you always push me to be better.
You always know how to make me smile, but you also know how to keep me on track. I admire your honesty and wit.
You love so hard. You try your hardest to be there for others even if they're never there for you. I love your passion and devotion. Never take anyone's shit and never change who you are. You deserve the world.
I love your vibrance and spirit. You're always the loudest, kindest, brightest person in the room. You seem to have all the answers. Whenever I need a person, you're my person. Thank you for sticking with me for so long. I appreciate you so much.
You are so open and straight forward and pure. You bring out the best in me. You make me feel important. You make me feel like I should be alive.
You make me feel calm when I feel like the whole world is against me. I feel like you've known me forever. You make me feel understood.
You are so grounded and put together. Whenever I feel like I can't breathe, you know exactly how to calm me down. You know my soul inside and out. Your energy is so radiant and powerful. I love how strong and loyal you are.
You make me let go of everything and just smile. I feel like I could joke around and laugh with you, but also have a deep conversation about the universe and why we're here. You're the smartest and kindest soul I've ever met.
You see right through me. And though we may fight a lot, you always seem to draw me to you. You can range anywhere from stubbornly serious to playfully happy. The world falls away when I'm with you.
Spunky, energetic, creative, loyal, loving, and overall amazing. You make me feel like a kid again. Completely carefree and alive and I love you for that.
I feel like I've known you my whole life. I'm not afraid to open my soul up to you. You listen to all my crazy stories and laugh at my faults instead of criticize them. You're so understanding and overall wonderful. You deserve to be happy.
The light of the morning shone in through your old bedroom but you refused to open your eyes. As much as you wished the events of last night was a dream, you could feel Mark’s arm draped around your naked torso under the sheets. Your back was turned to him, the sound of his calm and even breathing beside you as he slept. You wanted to blame the alcohol for the lack of judgement but it was beyond that. You had wanted Mark. Had succumbed to the need and desire of him, more than once in the night. Vague flashbacks of the night you two shared played in your head. Every touch had sent heats of fire throughout your body, every kiss a ripple of desire and every moan a wave of pleasure. Mark had been an extraordinary lover. You ran your hand over your face, what were you doing? Why were you basking in the thought of your night with Mark when you two had made such a horrible mistake. He was your best friend. He was engaged, to your other best friend. How horrible could you be? Carefully, you slipped out of the bed, although a part of you had wanted to stay. You wanted him to wake up with you and share in the gratification of each other’s bodies again, this time in the daylight. Lust, that’s what it was. That’s what you tried telling yourself as you tiptoed towards the tshirt that had been strewn across the floor. Quietly you slipped it on glancing at Mark as he laid there fast asleep. The blanket only covering his lower half while his arm remained reached out to where you were laying a few moments ago. Exiting the bedroom, you made your way downstairs towards the kitchen of your parents house. What were you supposed to do? Mark was asleep, naked in your old bedroom while you stood in the empty quiet kitchen. At that time the only logical thing you felt like you could do was make breakfast. Distract yourself from the thought of Mark upstairs, hoping that the simple tasks such as cooking would bring you back to reality. Too many feelings were rushing at you all at once. Anger, that you had done something so foolish and you weren’t the only one involved in this, Mark had been just as part of it, so you were angry at him too for letting it get that far. Guilt, that you had done the absolute worst thing possible to your best friend and she had no clue. Hurt, knowing that you had betrayed her and she would end up devastated at your actions. Confusion, because now you didn’t know where you and Mark stood. Did you have deeply rooted feelings for him and were you completely unaware of it until now?
Can you imagine the potential if Pyrrha had mentored Ruby in season one instead of Jaune? No joke the first season and the events at the end of the third season would have made so much more sense. Heck his entire arc for season one actually would have fit Ruby pretty well, adjusting for character specific details.
<b></b> Riley is back at her locker. Maya finds her.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Riley Matthews, what are you doing?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Isn't it obvious? I'm putting my books away.<p/><b>Maya:</b> I meant with Farkle. He's one of your best friends and you won't talk to each other.<p/><b>Riley:</b> About that. I have a plan. I'm going to act like an adult.<p/><b>Maya:</b> You're going to talk to him?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No. I'm going to ignore my problems until it goes away.<p/><b>Maya:</b> (rolls her eyes) That's mature.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I know. Oh, you were being sarcastic, weren't you?<p/><b>Maya:</b> You need to talk to him.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I can't.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Why not?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Because.<p/><b>Maya:</b> I need more.<p/><b></b> Riley looks around to see if anybody else is in the hallway.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Because I have feelings for Farkle and I'm afraid he won't feel the same.<p/><b>Maya:</b> That's it?<p/><b>Riley:</b> What do you mean "that's it"?<p/><b>Maya:</b> Have you seen the way that Farkle looks at you?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No. How does he look at me?<p/><b>Maya:</b> The same way that Matthews looks at mashed potatoes.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Really?<p/><b>Maya:</b> He looks at you like you're his whole universe. Farkle would do anything for you. He even kept Pluto a planet in his room for you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> But why hasn't Farkle wanted to talk to me about the kiss?<p/><b>Maya:</b> He's insecure. He's going through the same thing you are. He probably doesn't think you have feelings for him.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know what to say to him.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Say how you feel.<p/><b>Riley:</b> After school.<p/><b>Maya:</b> No. Now! You will find another excuse if you wait.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You can't make me.<p/><b>Maya:</b> (Smiles) Can't I?<p/><b></b> Riley's face turns pale.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Maya, don't.<p/><b></b> Maya raises her hand.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Ring Power! Now you have to.<p/><b>Riley:</b> One day, I'll get you back for this.<p/><b>Maya:</b> No you won't. Let's find Farkle and the boys.<p/><b></b> They start walking down the hallway when they see Lucas and Zay standing outside the Janitor's closet.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Um, where's Farkle?<p/><b>Zay:</b> He wouldn't talk so we did the next best thing.<p/><b>Maya:</b> And that would be....<p/><b>Lucas:</b> We locked him in this closet.<p/><b>Maya:</b> How is that the next best thing?<p/><b>Zay:</b> It's the only thing we could come up with at the time.<p/><b>Maya:</b> This is my fault.<p/><b>Riley:</b> How?<p/><b>Maya:</b> I trusted these two bozos.<p/><b>Lucas and Zay:</b> Hey!<p/><b>Maya:</b> Riley, go in there and talk to Farkle.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I can't. I don't like small spaces.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Remember you can't break the rules of ring power or there'll be consequences.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> What will happen?<p/><b>Maya:</b> You really want to find out Huckleberry?<p/><b></b> Lucas moves back.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> No.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Fine. I'll go in.<p/><b></b> Riley unlocks the door and walks in. Riley see Farkle and smiles.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Hi.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Hi.<p/><b></b> Riley closes the door. They stare at each other.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I don't know what to say.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Neither do I.<p/><b></b> Outside the closet.<p/><b>Zay:</b> So, what do you think they're talking about?<p/><b></b> Lucas and Maya glare at him.<p/><b></b> Janitor's closet.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Farkle, why can't we talk to each other anymore? We never had a problem before.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I don't know. I guess the kiss change everything.<p/><b>Riley:</b> But why? Why should we let it affect us?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> We shouldn't.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Good, because I really need to talk to my best friend.<p/><b></b> Farkle smiles.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> What do you want to talk about?<p/><b>Riley:</b> The kiss.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Oh.<p/><b></b> To be continued...<p/></p>