new york is a friendly town

since it’s been almost a year since i watched it for the first time, i am reminding you all that ‘Big Eden’ might be a PERFECT movie.
it’s a gay romcom about a painter living in new york who returns to the small country town he grew up in to take care of his sick grandfather, and reunites with his charming and friendly childhood best friend who has also moved back into town, and also his painfully shy former classmate who now runs the local general store.
there is NO homophobia, NO gay characters die, and there is a HAPPY ENDING. it’s just a sweet no-pressure feel-good movie that happens to be 100% gay. many people describe it as “every single AU fanfic trope you love come to life in a single movie” and it’s true.
plus, you get to see THIS extremely tall cute man fuss around in a tiny kitchen cooking fancy food, and isn’t that what you’ve always wanted in life?

and it’s on NETFLIX!!! PLEASE WATCH BIG EDEN

So Maybe We Should Start All Over Again

You carried the last box up the steps to your new apartment when you realized your keys were in the most difficult spot possible. You tried to maneuver the box so you could grab them and ended up dropping it spilling its contents.

Just my luck. You thought to yourself. You bent down to start gathering the various picture frames and art supplies. The last paint brush had rolled over to the door across the hall. Just as you reached for it, the door opened and you were met with dress pants standing in front of you. You slowly looked up to meet a gorgeous pair of green eyes that were staring at a one of your pictures in his hand.

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I Love You, Still: MASTERLIST

Summary: You run into your high school sweetheart, Dean who you haven’t seen in years in the Upper East Side. Suddenly, you wish you weren’t engaged to Chuck Bass, one of the most successful business men in New York… 

PART 1 | You meet Dean again for the first time since high school at a large party in the Upper East Side of New York.

PART 2 | It’s Dean’s second day in the Upper East Side and needs a friendly face to show him around the town, and maybe even escort him to dinner.

PART 3 | Dean and you skip town and head to back to your hometown, Lawrance, Kansas. Dean offers you a place to stay at his apartment.

PART 4 | It’s the morning of seeing Dean’s family for the first time in years, you’re trying to get some last minute wedding planning done, but Chuck and the wedding coordinator aren’t making it easy for you.

PART 5 | You visit the Winchester family for the first time after yours and Dean’s breakup since high school.

Hey, fellow Aces! This is just a friendly reminder that like 90% (or more) of the discourse and gate-keeping is limited to social media. LGBTQIA+ groups in real life are mostly very accepting of the Aces in their communities. Don’t believe me? Just look around at all the pictures from the last month of Aces at Pride celebrations all over the country! From New York to San Francisco, and even my little town here in the heartland, we were accepted and respected!

It’s all coming back to me Ch 2

Olicity // AO3 // 2984 // more fics

Summary:  Everything that can come with going to your high school reunion after twelve years of doing everything to forget about the years she spent there and what happened.


 Chapter 2: Disconnected

Preview:

“Well, good morning to you. Did you even sleep last night?” Thea asked him after she eyed him head to toes as he walked into the kitchen.

“I did but not much. A lot on my mind, work and all.” He said giving her a dirty look before sitting down in front of his sister at the breakfast bar and placing his head in his hands.

“Really, work’s the thing that you blame for looking like a zombie after you what, slept like eleven hours. We both know it’s Felicity Smoak, what happened between the two of you?” She asked him while he was getting himself something to eat and a cup of coffee.

“Nothing that’s any of your business.” He said while making eye contact with his sister.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let it go. Mom said looks totally different, dyed her hair blond, she got glasses and after all of what she told me, I googled her and she looks hot, smoking hot. See what I did there.” She said while smiling like a fool and giving him a wink and a friendly push to the shoulder.

“You already knew! Didn’t you? Oh, this just got so much better.” He didn’t know what to say to his sister but he knew that the lack of surprise on his face was all that his sister needed to know to figure it out.

“Why are you still here, didn’t you have to be in New York?” He asked her not looking up from his plate.

“I was supposed to go but then mom told me Felicity was in town and also the company I was supposed to meet with, they blew the deal we had. So I didn’t go.” He heard his sister ramble on, not listening only having asked the question to change the subject.

“Okay, I get the reason that you didn’t go for business reasons but nothing happened between me and Felicity.” He said after putting down his knife and fork and looking his sister in the eyes.

“You, my brother, are a terrible liar.” She said while taking a strawberry from his plate and walking to his side of the bar before she continued talking. “Everybody knew, mom knew, dad knew, everybody knew and we both know that’s part of the reason dad got so upset after she declined his personal job offer, dad never did something like that.” She said while throwing her arm’s around his neck.

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The first day | Kira Yukimura imagine

Summary: You sit next to your girlfriend Kira and look back on how you met her

You were sitting on the couch next to your girlfriend Kira, the two of you had been together for a while now, and had recently moved in together. You loved her more and more each passing day. You looked at her, your hands were interlaced and Kira was focused on the movie you were watching, you liked looking at her better. You thought about how you met Kira

‘‘Sorry is this seat taken?’‘ you were sitting in the back of the history classroom when a friendly looking girl approached you. ‘‘Not at all’‘ You smiled and she sat down next to you ‘‘I’m Kira, I just moved here from New York, I kinda miss New York but I guess this town is fine, my dad is our history teacher’-’‘ You laughed as she babbled ‘‘Take a deep breath’‘ Kira laughed and stopped talking ‘‘Sorry I’m a little nervous, I don’t know anyone here, and I get a little chatty when I get nervous’‘ You grinned ‘‘I’m y/n, and there’s no need to get nervous, you know me now’‘ Kira smiled bacl at you, when her father started the lesson.

Mr. Yukimura talked about some stuff when he made a comment about Kira that was a little embarressing. Kira burried her head in her hands and you patted her back and whispered ‘‘It’s fine, no-one will even remember what he said’‘ Kira looked at you ‘‘You think so?’‘ She was a little red ‘‘I know so’‘ Kira smiled at you, you liked Kira. She was nice and pretty but that wasn’t why you liked her.

The two of you switched out your numbers and you said goodbye to her. You went over to your next class and found out you had that one with Kira too, you found out that you actually shared every class. Kira sighed in relieve ‘’I’m so glad to have you’’ Kira froze after she said that ‘’I mean you’re awesome but I don’t want to cling around you please don’t be freaked out’’ you laughed ‘’I’m not, and I’d love it if you’d cling around me’’ Kira grinned and the two of you spent the whole day together, getting to know each other.

You introduced her to your friends, who quickly became friends with her too. You spent more and more time with each other over the next few months. You basically knew everything about each other, you had told her you were bisexual and she had told you she was a lesbian. You had immidiately asked her out when she said she was into girls. She immidiately accepted and the two of you had been dating ever since.

‘’Babe are you okay?’’ You got out of your thoughts, you smiled ‘’Yeah, just thinking about how we met’’ Kira smiled and gave you a quick kiss ‘’I’m really happy we met each other’’ You nodded ‘’Me too’’ She rested her head on your shoulder ‘’I love you’’ You kissed the top of her head ‘’I love you too’’

Horror Movie Sentence Starters

“They don’t fall down when they’re shot.”

“That cold ain’t the weather. That’s death approaching.”

“Love means never having to say you’re ugly.”

“Get away from her, you bitch.”

“Well hello Mister Fancypants. Well, I’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leadin’ but two things, right now: Jack and shit… and Jack left town.”

“Good ___, bad ___. I’m the guy with the Gun.”

“Paradise lost? Found it!”

“Supernatural, perhaps; baloney, perhaps not.”

“We medicals have a better way than that. When we dislike a friend of ours, we dissect him.”

“I am, what psychiatrists call, alpha male.”

“They’re all gonna laugh at you.”

“These are godless times, _____.”

“Hi, I’m Chucky. Wanna play?”

“Don’t fuck with the Chuck.”

“One-stop shopping: everything you need, right at your fingertips.”

“When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.”

“You want me to salute that walking pile of puss?”

“That’s my mother you’re pissing on.”

“Hey ___! Remember when I said this car was death proof? Well, that wasn’t a lie. This car is 100% death proof. Only to get the benefit of it honey, you really gotta be sitting in my seat.”

“Well, since you’ll be leaving in the next couple of days, that rain check will be worthless. But that’s okay. I understand if I make you uncomfortable. You’re still a nice girl/boy, and I still like you. But I must warn you of something - you know how people say ‘You’re okay in my book’ or 'In my book, that’s no good?’ Well, I actually have a book. And everybody I ever meet goes in this book. And, now I’ve met you, and you’re going in the book! Except, I’m afraid I must file you… under… chicken shit.”

“Boy/Girl, the next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant fuckin’ Mark Twain shit. 'Cause it’s definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone.”

“Groovy!”

“We just cut up our girl/boyfriend with a chainsaw. Does that sound 'fine’?”

“What an excellent day for an exorcism.”

“I’m the guy/girl that’s gonna save your ass.”

“Whoa. Monster cock.”

“I’d say I’m a pretty darn good father. My father tried to eat me, I don’t remember trying to eat my kid.”

“Is that blood on your zombie?”

“Why aren’t you eating me?”

“Be afraid… Be very afraid.”

“Something came out of the fog and tried to destroy us. In one moment, it vanished. But if this has been anything but a nightmare, and if we don’t wake up to find ourselves safe in our beds, it could come again. To the ships at sea who can hear my voice: look across the water, into the darkness. Look for the fog.”

“It’s Alive! It’s Alive!”

“I should warn you, princess - the first time tends to get a little messy.“

"Every town has an Elm Street.”

“I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly.”

“No, thanks. I’ve already had a wife.”

“Do they look like psychos? Is that what they look like? They were vampires! Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits them, I don’t give a fuck how crazy they are!”

“We’ve been going about this all wrong. This Mr. Stay Puft’s okay! He’s a sailor, he’s in New York; we get this guy laid, we won’t have any trouble!”

“We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!”

“I get this ache… And I, I thought it was for sex, but it’s to tear everything to fucking pieces.”

“Goddamn foreign TV. I told ya we should’ve got a Zenith.”

“That’s cause I’m the sheriff, asshole.”

“Yeah? Well, your nipples are dumb.”

“It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.”

“The dead are not quiet in Hill House.”

“No tears please, it’s a waste of good suffering.”

“If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I’d fart.”

“Oh? You got a letter? I got ran over, ___ gets her/his hair chopped off and ___ gets a body in her/his trunk and you get a letter? That’s balanced.”

“Drink from me. And live forever.”

“So he… he ate your hand? How did you dig the hole?”

“I don’t even fucking speak Chinese!!”

“You’re going to need a bigger boat.”

“You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.”

“One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach, all the damn vampires.”

“I’m your number one fan.”

“Well, you just pissed me off.”

“They’re coming to get you, Barbara!”

“I’m your boyfriend now!”

“We don’t need a stretcher in there. We need a mop!”

“Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.”

“Welcome to prime time, bitch.”

“You’ve got the body, I’ve got the brain.”

“Sometimes dead is better.”

“Today is thanksgiving day for cats. But only if they came back from the dead.”

“No more dead bodies for Daddy tonight.”

”Don’t shoot yourself. Don’t shoot each other. And especially… don’t shoot me.”

“They’re here!”

“I don’t get mad. I bake.”

“You’re keeping me alive because you don’t know DOS?!”

“A boy’s best friend is his mother.”

“We all go a little mad sometimes.”

“You’ll never get credit for my research. Who’s going to believe a talking head? Get a job in a sideshow.”

“I know you’re there. Because I can smell your brains.”

“That was very student film.”

“I wanna play a game.”

“To see what your insides look like.”

“Do you like scary movies?”

“No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!”

“Never say who’s there? Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish. You might as well come out to investigate a strange noise or something.”

“We’ve already played that game, remember? You lost.”

“It’s been a funny sort of day, hasn’t it?”

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

“Darling. Light, of my life. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You didn’t let me finish my sentence. I said, I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just gonna bash your brains in.”

“Heeeeeeeeere’s Johnny!”

“I can smell your cunt.”

“Who can say. Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere.”

“I see dead people.”

“If I weren’t about to shit in my pants right now, I’d be fuckin’ fascinated.”

“He’s a goddamn Martian?”

“Martians is from Mars.”

“Or it’s a general term meaning 'outer-space fucker’.”

“Trust is a tough thing to come by these days.”

“I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I’d rather not spend the rest of this winter TIED TO THIS FUCKING COUCH!”

“You gotta be fucking kidding.”

“GET OUT OF YOUR PANTS!”

“Hey - check this out! I found the ass end!”

“You really scared me, if that’s what you wanted. Is that what you wanted?”

“Your blood all over me.”

“I came to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and i am all out of bubblegum.”

au where there are no werewolves.

au where, instead of going into the woods to look for a dead body, stiles double-dares scott to go up and touch the front door of the burnt-out hale house. (because, you know, it’s BEACON HILLS LEGEND, SCARIEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE. HAUNTED BY THE SOULS OF THE DEAD HALE FAMILY.)

so there they are, these two dumb boys in the middle of the woods, and scott’s all shivery and shit, wondering how he’s going to make the lacrosse team when stiles has him out touching haunted doors at two in the morning. but whatever he’s not a baby he can touch the door and then he’s totally gonna dare stiles to ask lydia out.

(she’ll say no, of course she will, but scott thinks maybe it’ll be good for him to hear it.)

except they get to the house, and instead of finding the ruins that have been there for like eight years, (ten years? five years? what is timeline) they find a little cottage. and it’s cute it’s so fucking cute, there’s smoke coming out of a little chimney, and there’s a flower garden, and there’s a really fat orange cat sprawled out on the little cobblestone path that leads to the front door.

and they just kind of look each other, because they have no idea what to say, until scott is finally just like, “uhh. do i still touch the door?”

and stiles is about to answer him before the front door in question swings open. and for one second they’re totally about to bolt, to high tail it right THE FUCK out of there, and they’re clinging to each other’s arms, and stiles has his entire ‘last speech to scott’ on the tip of his tongue.

before this guy walks out in nothing but a pair of baggy sweatpants, his hair a little tousled, an open book hanging from his hand. there’s yet another cat - this one tiny and black - padding behind him, and he’s got scruff that’s on the border of being a real beard beard.

and he just raises his eyebrows at these two boys that look like they’re about to piss themselves, and says, in a monotone, “this is private property.”

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Second Best

This Berlin Philharmonic conclave/succession election has gotten me thinking. 

It would seem that many people who use tumblr are young, and still in the aspirational/studying phases of their musical careers. 

It’s a trying, anxious, flustered way of living. We all know the reasons why–simply put, the work is never done. 

So I would like to share some personal experiences with you. Just to give you some food for thought. 

Like most of you, I caught the classical music bug as a teenager, and have devoted most of my life to pursuing it. I was not born into a musical family, nor was I raised in a large metropolitan area with easy access to world-class music-making. During my high school years I drove several hundred miles for lessons. 

You can guess what the result of all these circumstances has been: I make a living in classical music–I’ve made it–but I do my work entirely outside of the limited limelight still allotted to classical music. 

I still consider myself extremely fortunate to have beat the odds, and to make a living solely as a musician. 

And so, here is the point I wish to get across to you: to start thinking of music like food, and yourself as a chef. Because as soon as you accept the premise of this metaphor, your attitude towards yourself and what constitutes success can change. Yes, there are unbelievable restaurants in Paris, London, Tokyo, New York, and Los Angeles. As in, you literally cannot believe the kinds of textures, flavors, smells they are able to conjure up until you actually experience them. And once you do, you know you’ve had an experience that’s actually changed you, as you come to realize and appreciate the summit of human achievement and ingenuity in that realm. 

But here’s the rub: people everywhere need to eat. In Winnipeg, Omaha, and Aberystwyth the same as anywhere else. And in each of those towns, actually, you’ll be sure to find some local, hidden treasure…a really great place to eat, and a friendly atmosphere. A place where the locals gather to celebrate, and make memories of their own. 

Let’s not make any mistakes here: in practically every way you can measure, these places are not as objectively good as a place with three Michelin stars. Ingredients, menu, skill levels, etc. are just not the same. And yet…judging by AFFECT, can’t we all agree that in both places people are being fed, entertained, and occasionally surprised. Days are brightened, memories are made. 

I hope you see my point here…that we all grapple with orienting ourselves on the idealist/snob continuum. Lazy, incompetent music-making is a crime against the gods, and will be punished by eternal hellfire. Make no mistake about it. And yet, must we thumb our noses at church choirs, youth orchestras, community bands, and all the regional orchestras that routinely produce excellent performances of challenging literature, just because of their postal code? Or routine issues of intonation, ensemble, execution? 

You know the answer for yourself. 

Trust me, I know very well the hothouse conservatory mentality. I embrace it. We should challenge ourselves. But I always get a little sad inside when I hear someone with a master’s from CIM speak, apologetically, to another musician, that they’re only in XXX orchestra or whatever. 

The space, socioeconomically, between the A-list full-time orchestra jobs and the B-list gig work is real. In the United State, pre-Obamacare, that space was a chasm, because musicians couldn’t even get access to healthcare.  It is now a little better, but even so, the 1099 crowd gets by in 30K in income in a good year, and the Group 1 crowd rakes in 110K plus instrument insurance, pension, etc. So yes, aspiring to that Group 1 summit is a noble, and desirable, goal. But also remember that none of us do this for the love of money. 

(And if money is something you value, or need, then make the switch to amateur music-making. No hard feelings! It doesn’t make you a failure! It’s okay to do other things too! You’re not a traitor! How many musicians, I wonder, would have healthy, fulfilling lives, if they admitted to themselves “wow this isn’t working” and reinvented themselves…making the transition from music as vocation to music as avocation.)

So, find a way to be happy with the contributions you do make. For the talents you do have, and are able to share. Don’t give in to bitterness, especially when your classmates start really taking off and leave you behind. Be happy for them. 

Make sure that your musicianship always remains a reflection of who you really are as a person. Not just a set of fine-motor skills you’ve honed through practice. 

Actually making a living as a musician is in and of itself a tremendous achievement. Anyone who can actually say they do this, is worthy of my utmost respect.

(And I mean, even people like Daniel Barenboim get passed over for gigs. Who are we to then complain about our slights and rejections?)

@notmyjeepyoucreep liked for a v: wolfsbane starter:

Her move back into town hadn’t gone exactly as she planned. Sal had wanted to get in touch with some packs, wolves. New York was a huge supernatural hub in the country, but Beacon Hills had more history into wolves than any other place in North America.

Unfortunately she had to keep a low profile, as her family had no idea about the supernatural, or the fact that herself and her mother were werewolves. Her dad had wanted to tell them, but but her mother convinced him it’d be more a a risk to them to know. So she was stuck on her nightly jogs, trying to sniff out packs. It wasn’t going well.

“You know, for a small town, people aren’t all that friendly. Where are all the neighbors in pearls, and casserole dishes I see on Leave It to Beaver?”

Title: Sewn Together (Pt. 1)
Word count: 2,040
Character: Hercules Mulligan 

“Take this, too, dear,” Mrs. Wallace fussed, pushing a handbasket full of bread into your arms. “You’re already late for your appointment with Hercules. Do be on your way. Like I said, he’s the first building on the left on–”

“Queen Street,” you finished for her with a smile. “And if he’s not in the parlor, I’m to wait with his assistant tailor until I meet him specifically. Thank you for the opportunity, Mrs. Wallace! I’ll be off now!” You spun around and marched out the door proudly. Your now former employer closed the door behind you with a friendly goodbye and left you out in the spring sunshine, on the New York street where the usually dull cobblestone seemed to shimmer in the light. You gathered up your skirts slightly and skipped off down the road whistling.

Mrs. Wallace, who had allowed you to work and live as a seamstress at her shop since you were a young teenager, was finally closing her doors after operating there with her husband for over forty years. However, she realized that would leave you jobless, and was kind enough to arrange for you to work for another tailor in town, Hercules Mulligan.  Mrs. Wallace described him as a tall and strong man, but polite and gentle. “He’s around your age, as well,” she had joked with a wink.

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10 of the Affluent Black Communities in America. 

#1 VIEW PARK WINDSOR HILL, CA is an affluent Black community with an average family income of $159,168.  View Park-Windsor Hills are part of a band of districts, from Culver City’s Fox Hills district on the west to the Los Angeles district of Leimert Park.  The area is the single largest geographically middle- and upper-class Black community in the United States.

#2 BALDWIN HILLS, CA has a median family income of $157,033, which secures it as one of the richest Black communities in the United States.  The community was given the nickname the Black Beverly Hills after African Americans began moving into the area, especially musicians and film actors.

#3 LADERA HEIGHTS, CA is an affluent Black prestigious community in California. The average family income is $132,824. Much of the area’s appeal stems from the stunning views of the Pacific Ocean available from many hillside houses, as well as its proximity to beaches and Hollywood.

#4 MITCHELLVILLE, MD, too, is a upper-middle-class African-American community in Maryland. The average family income of this town is $118,022.   Residents of Mitchellville take tremendous pride in their friendly community and beautiful homes.   It offers its population access to excellent public schools, which boast high test performance and a graduation rate of more than 80 percent. Most students go on to pursue college degrees, and have easy access to prestigious nearby institutions such as Johns Hopkins University, Georgetown University, and the U.S. Naval Academy.

#5 FORT WASHINGTON, MD is an upper-middle-class Black community, which borders Washington, D.C.,  just south of the downtown district. It is a prosperous community with a median family income of $114,243.  Extending over 14 square miles, Fort Washington is home to families with children, young professionals and college students. More than a third of residents have a bachelor’s or advanced college degree.

#6 KETTERING, MD is also a thriving African-American community in Prince George’s County, Md.  The average family income for this town is $107,008.   Kettering has a population of 78.5% Black people, safely landing it on this list of the wealthiest African-American communities in the United States.

#7 WOODMORE, MD A suburban community in Prince George’s County, Maryland, Woodmore is an affluent African-American town with a median family income of $103,438.  With a majority population of Black people, Woodmore is one of the wealthiest African-American communities in the United States.

#8 FRIENDLY, MD is a upper-middle-class Black community in Prince George’s County, Md.  Landing in at the eighth spot, Friendly’s average family income is $82,827, solidifying its place as an affluent African-American community in the United States.

#9 HILLCREST, NY is another middle-class Black community in New York. The median family income is $76,960, securing Hillcrest a spot on the list as one of the most prosperous African-American communities in the United States.

#10 UNIONVILLE, NY is a middle class predominately Black community in the suburbs of New York City. The average family income is $76,553.  which makes the town one of the most flourishing African-American cities in the United States.

Hart of Dixie!AU in which Nursey is a writer from New York who moves to small town Maine for a year because he just found out that it’s where his birth father was from and also he’s been lacking inspiration and maybe a change of scenery will help. So he moves into the carriage house on the mayor’s estate (Chowder is the mayor, he’s an ex-NHL star who came back to his home town after a career-ending injury and was voted mayor with 98.7% of the votes) and he and Chowder become fast friends. The rest of the town is not quite as friendly though, especially Dex who also lives on Chowder’s estate and does all the maintenance work there. He works in the one bar in town and absolutely hates Nursey. But slowly the town (the rest of the SMH), and even slower Dex, warm up to him and in the end he falls in love with it (and Dex) and decides to stay.

Between the Moon and New York City

Summary: Kurt arrives in a small coastal town in North Carolina to join his dad and Carole for a few days of their vacation, but under duress. He can’t imagine that this sleepy southern town has anything to offer him…till a very attractive local goes jogging by on the beach.

Rating: PG-13 (for now)

Word Count: 6415 for this chapter

A/N: Written for the Kurt-Blaine Reverse Bang. Many, many thanks to my artist riverance, who created the beautiful artwork to go with the story. Please like and reblog her fanart here! Thanks also to riverance for her patience, as I was dealing with stressful circumstances in my personal life during the writing period and had to push back our posting date more than once.  Idea-bouncing and cheerleading services by notthatbea, proof reading and beta on this chapter by neyronrose. Also posted on AO3.

Was he being punked?  He couldn’t think of any other explanation.  This dinky airport couldn’t possibly be real.  That puddle-hopper he took from Charlotte had landed here in the parking lot.  There were two ‘gates’ here at New Bern, if you could even call them that.  They were really just doors, but the lettering over them clearly said Gate One and Gate Two.  Hold on, there was a third door off to one side. Three gates. Ten strides across a seating area had him through another doorway and he was in what looked like the meet-and-greet area of the airport.

Kurt stopped, taking it in as other passengers strolled by.  What was it with this state and rocking chairs at their airports? The last one had had them too.  But that one at least felt like an airport.  This place felt like some giant child’s toy, their version of those plastic Little People setups that had entire towns built around them.  

He sighed, hiking his carry-on higher up on his shoulder. Not like he’d used anything in the bag anyway. He’d hoped to catch up on reading his fashion magazines on the flight, but found himself unable to focus. The pictures of the latest styles from the spring fashion shows had blurred on the page and the drone of the airplane lulled him into resting his head against the window till he dozed off.  

“Kurt!  Kurt!” A familiar voice called him from across the room.  So no, he wasn’t being punked.  This joke of an airport was real and he had a ride waiting.

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If I were walking down the street in your small to mid-sized town and you said, “Good morning,” or, “Good day,” or, “Greetings, friend,” as I passed you by, my instant reaction would be, “What the fuck is wrong with that guy?” I know most people would say you were just being friendly, and hell, even I know that, but it’s hard-wired when you grow up with a big-city mentality: Talking to strangers is weird.

Of course, you know this. It’s why people think big-city folk are rude. No one smiles at each other. No one says hi. But I’d offer that this behavior is less about rudeness and more of just a numbers game. There are simply too many people to say hi to. Every morning, I ride a train with hundreds of people I don’t know and usually don’t recognize. Then I walk through a major train station surrounded by thousands of bustling strangers. Then it’s into a subway taking me underground to work. And even though I’m going to the same place every day, varied only by which train I catch, I almost never recognize the strangers, because there are so many. Also, everyone in the city wears masks 24/7. Did I mention that?

5 Ways Living In A Big City Warps How You See The World

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Day 1 and 2 of Tour- 12 Apostles and Sunset 

Camps Bay, Cape Town |  November 2014

On day one of my multi-country tour the everyone was meeting up in Cape Town at a hotel called Once in Cape Town. When I got there I was happy to find that I was rooming with a girl Sarah from New York. I’ll have to admit, it was really nice talking to another American. Sarah is super bubbly and friendly and we would grow to become very close. Only a couple minutes after I had been in the room, I was startled by another group member, Layz, barging into the room. He had come down from New York with Sarah and had been put in another room. All three of us over the tour would become extremely good friends.

Later, after everyone had arrived and settled in we all met down stairs for our first meeting and to introduce ourselves. Among the 17 of us (including crew members) there were a total of 7 countries represented. 

  • Zimbabwe
  • Kenya
  • New Zealand 
  • Australian
  • Iceland
  • England
  • USA

I’ll introduce everyone later.

The plan was to go out to dinner all together, stay one last night in Cape Town and then start the 5000km journey in the morning.

In the morning we gathered our things and all loaded up on the truck. Each of us had a locker to keep things in but other than that you had a seat. We waited for the bus to start and when it finally did we didn’t exactly go in the direction we were hoping for, we rolled back about 8 feet. With that we realized the truck broke down! We waited forever it seemed like, for them to fix the truck, Only to find out hours later that we would switch hotels and stay one more night in Cape Town and the truck would be fixed in the morning. 

Since the day had almost been wasted, 5 of us, including myself, decided to make the most of our last day in the beautiful city of Cape Town. We caught a cab and decided to head out to Camps Bay to watch the sunset. Camps Bay is a beautiful beach with the 12 Apostles of Cape Town and Lion’s Head resting in the background. It was nice to talk to the four of them and get to know them more. I mean we would be spending the next 22 days together so it made sense. The sunset turned into beautiful shades of orange with a little bit of purple.

This goes to show that even when something bad happens, like your tour vehicle breaking down, somtheing good can be made of it!

This was just the first 2 days in my tour and I am so excited to share everything I experienced and learned. This was honestly the favorite part of my trip and I hope you all enjoy reading about it!

Malwee!

© Michelle Gefre | Trail the Sun

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Chapter 56: Behind her Eyes

Jhene:

Outside, the wind moved savagely through the night skies, so dark it mirrored black and blue. The rain thrashed against the sitting room window like little pellets pelting from the barrel of a pellet gun. The mood outside was dark, but oddly enough, it was calming to me. The wind that rustled the crunching leaves on the sidewalk brought me a sense of nostalgia, something I was desperately missing from back home. The room lit up a brilliant white colour, as the lighting struck a tree and then for a moment there was that daunting silence, before the ferocious roar came in form of a thunderstorm.

I sat hoping Asia wouldn’t wake up from the commotion going on outside as she lay comfortably against my chest. I looked down at her sleeping peacefully, and then smiled proudly. She was my pride and joy; I swear I fell in love with her a little more every time I laid eyes on her. God really did send me an angel inform of a little girl because she was just so perfect and the one thing I believe that I’d genuinely done right in my life. Every day I woke up and thanked God he brought her to me; she just brought a ray of sunshine into my life and made everything seem so worth it. There really were no words in this world to describe the intensity of love I felt for her, she was my everything and I just hoped she grew up to be so much more than what I was.

I snuggled my face into hers taking in her pure baby scent and whispered that I loved her whilst I kissed all over chubby face. She fussed around slightly but I guess she was used to me doing this sort of thing to her because she stayed fast asleep; I smiled and then held her close to me.

An incoming message buzzed through my phone, releasing me from my thoughts. I picked up my phone, and read the preview message on my screen.

Alex: Shorty, What happened to you? I was waiting at the airport and you didn’t show up…Holla back.

I know what y’all thinking…What is he doing texting my phone right? Well I called him.

I figured when I got to New York, I just didn’t wanna be alone I guess… I needed company and a friend and I knew he was over there. So on my way to the airport I reached out to him and told him I would be in town for a few days and that we should catch up, you know a ‘friendly’ catch up. I didn’t plan on anything happening with him but I just knew out of everybody he would be there for me, he was always there for me and he’d always been the caring type, so I knew with him I could vent and my feelings would be safe. I guess it was some sort of reassuring comfort thing that I wanted from him, I don’t know…

But on the way in the cab to the airport, a moment of realisation came to me and all I could hear was my baby girl crying. I was really leaving her 6 hours away because of my own selfish reasons, what kind of mother really left her 1 year old like that? I’d even convinced myself that it was the right thing for me to do because I didn’t want her to see me in the state that I was in, but in reality it was such a self-regarding move and I just couldn’t do it, I couldn’t leave her like that, so I didn’t go, I turned back because of her.

I text Alex back and apologised, for not letting him know I wasn’t gonna turn up and then put my phone on silent and placed it on the charge. I stood up and then laid Asia towards the back of the couch and then made my way out of the sitting room to go and use the toilet. That’s when I realised, I’d been here at Chris’ place for almost an hour and a half, and since he’d gone into his room when we first came in, he hadn’t bothered coming back out. He’d barely even said two words to me altogether. The flashing lights coming from under his bedroom door let me know he was still awake so instead of heading to the bathroom, I walked down to his bedroom instead to see what was up with him, and pushed open the door.

Chris:
As I continued to stare down at the picture my pops had left on the table earlier, the door to my bedroom slowly creaked open making a presence known to me. I guess you could say I was hiding out in here man, because since I’d come home and seen Jhene sitting outside my door. I hadn’t spoken a word to her. I went straight into my bedroom to avoid her because honestly I didn’t know how to look her in her face knowing what I had done; I didn’t know how to tell her I’d gone and fucked Jen the night before; knowing how she was, her temper, she most probably wouldn’t take too nicely to it, not with me telling her over and over again that I wasn’t messing with Jen anymore and that me and her weren’t anything to worry about. Mistake or not I just knew she’d flip out about it.

“Babe?” I heard the softly-spoken tone of her voice call out to me. Fuck! I thought as I looked up and her head peaked from behind the door frame. “Are you okay? … Why are you in here all by yourself?” She asked sounding concerned as she pushed the door so that it was slightly ajar behind her. I shook my head brushing it off, and mumbled that nothing was wrong.

“I was just coming out anyway”

As I stood up from the edge of the bed she walked in closer to me and the picture fell from my lap and then freely floated onto the ground. We both looked down at it, and then Jhene bent down to pick it up for me.

“…Who is this?” she asked softly as her orbs translate and took in the old memory. She happened to turn the picture around revealing the name and number he’d written on the back of the photo, answering her own question, and then behind her shades I saw her face soften in empathy. 

I began to question why she even had sunglasses on at quarter to 10 at night, but just as fast as the question arrived, it went with distraction from her voice. “…You saw your dad today?” she asked knowingly. I didn’t even have to say anything for her to already know something had been up. I sat back down no longer being able to hide the emotions on my face no matter how much I wanted to appear that I was fine after seeing him and hearing why he left for so long it still fucked me up and my mind was still ticking with brewing thoughts and questions I had for him. I subtly nodded my head yes to Jhene’s question. “Aw … baby.” she frowned as she approached me. She stood in-between my legs and then hugged me close to her, I wrapped my arms loosely around the small of her waist resting my forehead against her stomach. “You wanna talk about it?” she asked rubbing small circles into the nape of my neck. I shrugged nonchalantly. “Don’t really have much to say about it …” I muttered. Jhene sighed but nodded her head in understanding as she held me closer to her. 

We both allowed a comfortable silence to consume the situation as she continued to comfort me in the way she knew she could. As much as guilt was consuming me; I just didn’t wanna let go of her, both physically and emotionally. My hands gripped onto her waist tighter suddenly bringing her smaller frame even closer than it already was to me. She allowed her delicate fingers to gently sweep through my scalp, breaking loose the forming curls that quite so obviously needed cutting on my head. The gentle touch of her fingertips running through my scalp brought me a sense of comfort and ease. My breath tickled lightly against the small bare skin that was on show of her stomach. 

“Baby?” she moved to gently pull away from the firm I had on her. I held her but only allowed her to take a couple of steps back “You know you’re gonna be okay, right?” she reassured me referring to the situation with my dad. If only she really knew. If anything right now I felt even worse than I did before so how did she know I would be okay? I weren’t gonna be okay, shit not even she was gonna be okay. She didn’t even know the real reason I was feeling like this, and I was sure if she did she wouldn’t feel this way. She wouldn’t be this reassuring towards me.

“I don’t feel okay though …” I mumbled

"I know babe, it’s hard, but you know when you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here for you right… I just want you to be okay”

Damn. I thought. Damn, damn damn!

I had to tell her!

"Nae I need to talk to you man …” I mumbled hoping she wouldn’t hear.

“Hmm?” she pulled back slightly again. I sighed and ran my left hand over my face “I need to talk to you’” I repeated “I need to tell you something baby”

“M’kay … what’s wrong?”

I sighed deeply again “Come here, come sit down” I gently, or at least I thought it was gently, pulled her by her waist to sit on my lap, only… “Oww!” she winced jumping in pain and then out of reaction she pushed me away from her so quickly it left me completely taken back.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked, with a startled expression upon my face.

“What? Nothing,” she shook her head. “…Nothings wrong.” she tried to shrug it off. I stared at her for a second confused and then squinted my eyes as something caught my eye that hadn’t before.

“Are you hungry?” She asked quickly changing the subject but I wasn’t having it. As she tried to walk away from the situation, I pulled on the loop to her trousers and brought her back towards me before she could leave.

“Nah what’s up? Why you jumping like that?” I questioned her. 

“Nothing Chris, you just hurt me a little that’s all" she looked away from me

"I hurt you? How did I hurt you Jhene? I barely even touched you” I argued. 

“Yeah well…it’s nothing, just forget it…” she mumbled coyly trying to walk away again

“Nah come here!” I pulled her back again a little harder than before this time, I stood up so that I was nearer her level. My eyes scanned over her again from the stupid shades that she had covering her face and back down to what had caught my eye in the first place. Her lip. There was a small split in her lip against the corner of her mouth that I just knew hadn’t always been there. It was small so she was able to disguise it with whatever makeup she’d put on, but the swelling around it told me it was something she’d received recently.

I weren’t stupid.

If she thought she was fooling anyone with the shades on at night and her suspect ass behaviour just a minute ago, she was wrong. And it was the same shit my sister Jaz used to do when she was fucking with her bitch ass baby father who was beating on her.

Although I appeared cool and calm on the outside, in reality I was actually on fire. Because, I just knew she was about to say that nigga had hit her.

***

Jhene:

Right now I badly wanted to run away and escape this brewing situation. Because if I knew Chris the way that I knew that I did, he was calm before a storm. Although he appeared cool on the outer on the inside he was heated.  I knew he knew something was up and I knew I wasn’t fooling anybody with the way I’d reacted a few moments ago trying to convince him that it was for no reason. I don’t even know what I was thinking coming over here like this, of course sooner than later he would put two and two together; I was just hoping he came up with five instead of four.

As he stood up from the bed, His brows furrowed angrily “You gonna talk to me?” he asked

“Talk about what Chris?”

“How did I hurt you?” he quizzed. He really wasn’t about to just let me sweep this under the carpet was he?

“I said it was nothing! Forget it you didn’t hurt me!” I repeated frustrated

“First you wincing and jumping and now I didn’t hurt you, which one is it?”

 “What is wrong with you?” I asked him

“Why have you got sunglasses on at night Jhene?“  he suddenly asked completely throwing me off

“What? Damn, what’s with all the questions?” I snatched my hand from him “I said it’s fucking nothing, ok? Let it go! It’s like you’re looking for a damn argument with me tonight!”  Chris frowned and stepped closer to me

"I just asked you a simple question, why you getting all irritable?” he challenged, that patronizing tone he was using was irritating. He knew why I was getting irritable, and his calming, patronizing manor was just adding to my frustration. 

“Fuck off Chris” I retorted. 

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked

“You’re what’s wrong with me! Your annoying” I said quickly turning around to storm out of the door, only he caught my arm and turned me back around to face him. 

“Why you running away, where are you going?" 

"Chris let go of me!” I snapped forcefully pulling my arm from outta his tight grip once again. This time I got as far as the bedroom door when Chris’ irritation got the best of him and he snatched me back so hard and with so much force, it scared me and I screamed flinching in fright. Chris looked at me completely astounded.

“What the-”

“Can you let go please!” I panicked trying to pry his hands from my arm but his grip was deadly. 

“What is you flinching like I’m finna hit on you or something?!” He raised his voice, I could tell by the look on his face and tone in his voice he was getting angrier and angrier by the moment and it was scaring me. I just wasn’t prepared for this. 

“Let go of me Chris!” I said frantically.

He wouldn’t let me go; matter fact his grip just got even tighter.

“Take your glasses off" he said firmly. 

“Chris-”

“TAKE YOUR FUCKING GLASSES OF JHENE!” he finally snapped 

“Let me GO!“ I screamed on him. He kissed his teeth and before I had the chance to move, he had snatched the large sunglass frames that had been disguising my black eye from off of my face. 

***

You ever seen in the movies when time just freezes and it’s like everything goes into a complete stand still?

That’s what it felt like the moment he snatched my disguise from off of my face.

Shock was instantly replaced by a blaze of fire in his eyes.

He stared at me for a moment …

And then, he frowned.  

"What happened to your face?” he asked in low tone. He tried to touch it but I moved my head away. 

“Stop Chris, nothing happened” I mumbled brushing his hand away from my face and looking away. He took in a deep breath of frustration.

“CLEARLY…” he paused for a second, he looked up to the ceiling briefly trying to hold his composure as laughed with dead humour “Clearly, something fuckinghappened to you when the whole side of your face looks like you’ve been in a boxing ring with Mike fucking Tyson!” he yelled angrily at me, I rolled my eyes and snatched my glasses out of his hand

“Oh shut up, your just exaggerating Chris” I mumbled pushing my glasses back onto my face. 

“Imma ask you one last time Jhene. What happened to your face?” he repeated sternly. His look was ice cold. He knew, I knew he did, he knew exactly what happened to my face.

“Nothing! I just got into a fight okay!” I lied pathetically

“You got into a fight?” he spoke rhetorically

 "Yes" I mumbled

“Who did you get into a fight with Jhene?" 

"Some girl” I shrugged

“A girl?” he questioned once again.

“Yes Chris a girl damn! What is this, fucking 21 questions?” I snapped at him

“What were you fighting with her for?” he asked.

“Stupid shit”

“Like?" 

I sighed and then came up with this whole elaborate story about me and this imaginary girl who got into it at the gas station because she thought I was flirting with her man. A whole load of bullshit that not even I was convinced was the truth.

”…And she just whooped your ass right then and there Jhene?“ he questioned

"Yeah I guess” I shrugged

“YOU got your ass whooped?”

“Yes Chris damn God damn!” I yelled at him. 

“You fucking stupid ass little girl” Chris spat at me

“Excuse me?”

“You’re fucking stupid! Nobody willingly admits to getting they ass beat Jhene! So if you think I believing that bullshit think again! Now this is the last time Imma ask you this, What the FUCK happened to your face!" 

"I JUST TOLD YOU!” I screamed on him

“YOU’RE FUCKING LYING!" he yelled, the anger was building in his face

"Do you know what, I ain’t got to deal with this shit! How dare you! How dare you tell me I’m lying about something that happened to ME! How fucking dare you Chris!” I cried pushing him in his chest. He tried to grab my hands to stop me but this time I was too quick. I continued to push and kept on punch him over and over again. I was punching him in his chest, his arms, just everywhere I could punch. I was just completely whyling out on him. I was screaming and crying and every emotion I was feeling on the inside I was just taking it out on him, as if he was my own personal punching bag. And he just stood there and took it … until he’d had enough and wrapped his arms around me putting an abrupt end to my hits.

“GET OFF MEEE!” I screamed trying to fight my way outta his hold, but it was so strong it was ridiculous!

“Did that nigga do this to you Jhene?”

“NO!” I lied… once again. 

Suddenly he grabbed my arms and then dragged me from out of the bedroom room all the way into the bathroom on the other side of the hallway. All awhile I screamed and shouted at him to let go of me. I just wanted him to let go!

Ignoring me he snatched the light on and then stood me directly in front of the mirror so that I could see myself. He snatched my glasses of my face again and tossed them off to the side somewhere where I heard them snap in half. Quickly I closed my eyes so that I couldn't see my reflection. 

“Look at your face Jhene!” he yelled angrily at me

“No” I shook my head, hot tears immediately streamed down my face, so fast I couldn’t even attempt to hold them back. 

“OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AT YOUR FUCKING FACE!” he screamed at me, I jumped at the sound of his voice and instantly my eyes flashed open and my reflection stared straight back at me 

“Chris please let go of me!” I cried even harder, both my face and eyes were red and wet with tears. I’d had enough of looking at the person staring back at me. I hated her that was in front of me, her tear stained face was a sign of weakness and I couldn’t even bear to look for long. The reflection staring back at me was so ugly.

“You think this shit is acceptable Jhene?! You allowing this nigga to put his fucking hands on you now?!” he yelled turning me back around to face him. 

“It- It’s not even like that…Chris … it…it’s nothing!”. 

That’s when he completely lost it.

All his sense of composure flew directly out of the window within seconds.

His bare fists went flying into the glass shower door causing it to smash in “IT’S NOTHING JHENE?! IT’S NOTHING?!  LOOK AT YOUR FUCKING FACE!” He screamed at me. More tears just gushed from my eyes.  Never had I seen Chris so angry in my life and he was actually starting to scare me.

Fear had paralyzed me

I couldn’t even speak;

I just stood there crying my eyes out, probably looking stupid as hell too. I don’t know what had possessed me to come here looking this way thinking he wouldn’t notice, and even though some of the swelling had gone down a bit from the beating, my jaw was still swollen and my eye was very much bruised black.

“Chris please just stop your scaring me!” I screamed at him. He grabbed me again and then grabbed my jaw to face him. His eyes bored into mines. Blood dripped from his knuckles all the way down his hand, and the firm grip he had on my already swollen jaw made it feel as if it was going to crack into two at any given moment. He was so livid that he had no consideration to the fact that he was actually hurting me his self!

“One… last time Jhene… What the fuck … happened to you?” his tone was low but it was very contradictory to the anger he had in his eyes.

The anger that sparked through the air and caused a sharp jolt of fear in my chest

He was infuriated as his face and neck became shallow shade of red. The look in his eyes was pensive and that was what was preventing me from actually telling him what Marlon had done. I searched them desperately trying to find the Chris that I knew, the soft brown eyes that I fell so deep in love with, the eyes that would look at me in a way that made my knees fall weak, but instead…all I saw was red rage. Afraid of what he might go and do, I pathetically I uttered a faint nothing. 

And he said nothing.

He just let go of me and stormed out of the room, the door handle slammed up hard and dented into the wall.

Quickly I followed behind him.

 "W-Where are you going?“ I sniffled when I noticed he was putting on his shoes. 

"Stay here” he mumbled grabbing his phone of his charger. He walked over to his bed and moved his hand around underneath it until he reached for what he was looking for. He grabbed what looked like a 9mm and then stuffed it into the waist band of his jeans. Immediately my eyes widened and tears began falling even harder than they did before. What the fuck was going on?! I didn’t even know he owned a gun!

 “No, No, No, No, Chris…Chris, WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?“ I cried. As he tried to walk past me, I grabbed onto his shirt to prevent him from leaving

"Let go of me Jhene” he warned

“NO! Where are you going first! Why do you need a fucking gun!” I screamed at him

 "I’m about to pay this nigga another visit, and, this time, I’m not gonna be so fucking nice!“ he yanked his way outta my grip. I stumbled back to the floor and got back up just as fast following him. 

"Chris nooooo .. No please don’t go … PLEASE! Don’t leave me pleaseeee!” I panicked pleading and begging hysterically. This was the last thing I wanted to happen, I didn’t need him to get any type of revenge on Marlon for what he had done to me, I didn’t need him getting into any trouble because of me. I could handle it on my own.

“You either come with me or you don’t. Either way, I’m leaving” he said bluntly

“No, I c-can’t!” I cried

“Cool.” he turned and headed towards the door. I ran up and grabbed his left arm with both my hands

“PLEASE CHRIS DON’T GO! … YOU HAVE A FUCKING GUN YOU’RE NOT THINKING STRAIGHT PLEASE! … WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LISTEN … FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!” I was bawling so hard at this point. I just knew if he went out to find Marlon as mad as he was right now, he may never see the light of day again. He was gonna do something stupid! I needed to protect him from his self! Fuck revenge, I needed him to stay here with me! Why couldn’t he understand that?!

Chris turned around fast in absolute rage and punched in the tall mirror next to us. The glass along with the thick Gold frame smashed and then fell with a loudest crash I think I’d ever heard to the ground. I screamed piercingly and quickly shielded myself away from the sharp, pieces of glass that were flying absolutely everywhere.

 "LISTEN TO YOU!“ He roared hovering over me, the noise and commotion going on in this hallway must have scared Asia out of her sleep, because from the living room I could hear her screaming crying at the top of her little lungs and I couldn’t even do anything about it right now. I needed to stop him!  "THIS NIGGA BEEN BEATING YOUR ASS AND YOUR TELLING ME DON’T GO?!" 

"Please Chris! I need you here with me please don’t go. Me and him are over anyway, were done I ain’t going back to him so it doesn’t matter! Baby please just please stay here with me!” I cried pleading one last time, I tried to hug him but he pushed me back

“Go and fucking check on the baby!” he demanded before he left out slamming the door without another word. I contemplated running out after him but the traumatic crying coming from Asia pulled me otherwise. I quickly rushed into the sitting room my vision blurry from my flowing tears. 

“Mama” Asia reached her arms out crying for me to pick her up. I picked her up and then quickly rushed over to the window to see if I could spot Chris. I saw him talking on his phone before he got in his truck and without hesitation took of speeding down the street. The tires screeching in the process

“Oh fuck!” I screamed rushing over to my phone. I grabbed it I immediately dialled Mijo’s number; he was the only person I could think of to call for help right now. I couldn’t call on Ty because Ty was exactly like Chris when it came to shit like this, no hesitation he’d be ready to ride out with Chris and go do something dumb that would land them both in prison; at least Mijo was the level headed one and would try an talk some sense into their heads. Thankfully on the 3rd ring he answered

“Sup little sis?” he mumbled sounding half sleep 

“MIJO MIJO! Please you’ve got to go get Chris and stop him he’s gonna go do something stupid and I’m scared Mijo PLEASE!” I cried hysterically into the phone. I could feel myself hyperventilating I was panicking so hard, I couldn’t breathe! 

“Whoa, whoa! Slow down Jhene … What’s up …What’s going on?!“ he yelled sounding much more alert this time. I breathed in before I spoke again

"I-It’s Chris, he’s gone over to fight Marlon but its serious this time Mijo he took a fucking GUN WITH HIM! I ain’t ever seen him as angry as he is and I’m scared he’s gonna do something stupid!” I bawled

“What’s he fighting him again for?!”

"I DONT FUCKING KNOW CAN YOU JUST STOP HIM!” I screamed at him. 

“Aight Aight! I’m on my way over there now!” he yelled back. In his background I could hear he’d gotten in his car and started it up “Where he at your crib?” he asked

“I think so…”

“Imma call you back”

And then he hung up the phone.

I dropped my phone on the floor and rubbed Asia’s back rocking with her back and forth tryna chill her cries. At the same time tryna stop mines from falling but failing. I was so damn worried I didn’t know what to do with myself. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I was fucking shaking! I knew how Chris was and I knew Chris had no remorse when he was mad. He never thought of the consequences of his actions. I just didn’t know what was about to happen to him, and I was so damn scared. “Please God let him be okay” I whispered to myself

That’s all I could do right now was send silent prayers up to the Lord and hope like hell that he was listening, because right now Chris needed him to be by his side.

Danny took a step off the train before dragging his suitcase along with him down the platform, grinning on his way out of the station, “Good day to be back” He told himself, sighing happilly as he reached the exit. He had visited a friend in New York and he had to say, it was awesome, the kinda life he’d love to live, although it was so good to be back in Beacon Hills, California. The past week had gone so slow, it felt like he’d been gone for years. Soon enough he found himself walking home, through the town square. He returned waves and friendly smiles as he passed by, although hoping to find someone in his friendship circle.

The Riley Diaries Pt5

AU: Riley Matthews is a regular teen,until one day,she is not. Can moving away erase your past? Can you ever move on if you don’t actually accept it? Riley Matthews was a regular teen,until one day,she wasn’t.

A/N: I am actually really happy with this part! And with the header I made for the story. The pig mud run idea came from Austin & Ally, I don’t know if it’s even relevant, I just went with it .. it is probably not accurate,so if any of you is from Texas, I am sorry- I am not trying to take away from your traditions or something like that :) Anyway,I really hope you like this.
Enjoy xo

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“We are leaving, honey. Call anytime if there’s something wrong, okay?”

My mother placed a kiss on my head and put her hands on my shoulders waiting for an answer.

“Yes, mom. I know how to take care of myself and you will be gone for one night, it’s not like the end of the world.”

It kind of was for me, because ever since that party, I am afraid to be alone at night. But I kept that to myself and now I will have to figure out a way to get through today.

“Okay, we are only a 3 hour drive away, so for anything.” My father mimicked a phone call and I laughed a little.

“Just go already, I am a big girl.”

I hugged them both tightly and let go with a smile. I could tell they were nervous to leave me alone but now we live closer to my grandparents and we haven’t seen them in what feels like ages. And it’s the weekend so we could finally go visit. But I lied about having a cheer practice and said I had to stay. I love my family a lot, but they can be suffocating at times and I needed some me time. My parents got out of the door and when I heard the engine starting, I sighed. Maybe I should go for a run, that way it will be sort of a practice and my words wouldn’t be a complete lie. After putting on my sports bra and running shorts, a knock on the door stopped me from entering the kitchen for my water bottle. I shook my head laughing and went to the door to answer it.

“The excuse that you forgot your daughter does not work if the daughter actually decided to stay on her own.” I said as I was opening the door and to my surprise, I found a familiar blonde boy standing on my front porch rocking back and forth casually.

“Hi,” he flashed that perfect smile of his, “I am sorry if it’s early.”

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