next time i'll just write up a text post and tag you

My best friend is leaving to study in a strange new country, and while i couldn’t be happier for her, i wonder what this means for me.

I wonder if the next time she fights with her parents, will she think of dropping by my place and getting some muffins with me?
Will she message me the next time she panics or feels that an anxiety attack may freeze her to the bones?
Will she text me with her weird questions, which i always try my very best to answer?
Will she send me dumb jokes, and tag me in the countless memes she so often does?

When i can not deal with the world anymore, would she be there, from a world away?
What about our impromptu new year’s sleepover? When everyone out there was partying and i felt more alone than ever. But she came to the rescue and we ended up talking all night.
What about our plans? She was supposed to be my maid of honour, and the one who would tell every guy i’m with that she will chop his balls off if he hurts me.

I am a crappy cold person who doesn’t do best-friendship too well. She messages me and i reply after 5 hours, she tells me to post here and i promise her to do it next weekend and never get around to it.  But she is my best friend in the world. She knows everything i know, she has been such an incredible person. What would i ever do without my support system?

But then i think of us, and all we have been through in all the years we have known each other. We evolved from two people who were hardly fond of each other to people who would do anything for each other. No, she doesn’t live anywhere near me. No, she wasn’t in the same school as me. We never depended upon our circumstances to be friends, we were best friends despite them. So why would that ever change?

So yes, my best friend is leaving. My incredible beautiful best friend is leaving to go a few thousand miles away from me. My person, my brave little person is gonna go and meet new people and make new friends and study subjects foreign to her. But i’m not scared, all i feel is an incredible amount of pride. After the worst two years of her life, she is going to embark on a lifetime of happiness, and i couldn’t be happier.

Here’s to you. Thank you for brightening up my life. You know i have your back no matter where we are in the world- I’m just a skype call away.

Love,
Your idiot best friend.

—  The beginning of a Long Distance Friendship

Alright, girls and boys and those who are neither, I am here today to bring you what I like to call more colloquially, “The Voltron ages from Comicon are garbage and here’s why!”  In fact, consider that my thesis statement because things are taking a turn for the (informal) essay here, my friends.

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Striking the Right Chord. A Luke Hemmings Story.

Prompt: Teacher/single parent AU.

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Your daughter was painfully shy, and after a nightmarish year in kindergarten, you were incredibly nervous for her to start Year 1. You’d barely slept the night before Charlie was scheduled to start, worried that you were going to be faced with daily bouts of tears as you had been the year before.

The light had just begun to stream softly through the sheer curtains covering your windows when your phone alarm started going off. Reaching blindly across your bedside table, you turned it off and settled back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. You’d never thought of yourself as the religious type, but you said a silent prayer that Charlie would be okay.  

A few minutes later, you’d managed to drag yourself out of bed, and lean against the kitchen counter, the steam from your mug fogging up the lenses of your glasses. You’d set your alarm earlier than usual, wanting to have time to shower and mentally ready yourself before waking your daughter.  

The sun had risen fully by the time you were pushing open Charlie’s bedroom door, and you laughed quietly to yourself as you took in the sight of her, long dark hair sticking out in every direction, a stark contrast against the pale yellow sheets she’d picked herself. Her mouth hung open slightly, her small hands clutching Fred, the stuffed dog she’d gotten on her third birthday.  

Bringing a hand up, you gently brush the hair away from her forehead. A few seconds later, her eyes fluttered open, deep grey and clouded with early morning confusion. Charlie looked a lot like her father, dark hair as opposed to your own honey blonde, but you were glad that she’d at least gotten your eyes.  

“Hey Charlie girl. Time to wake up!”

You spoke with a quiet enthusiasm, wanting nothing more than to start the day on a positive note.  Charlie grumbled softly, clutching Fred even more tightly to her.  

“Can’t I stay home with you today, Mummy?” Her voice was quiet and scratchy, and she rubbed at her eyes, keeping them tightly shut.

“Afraid not, Sweet Pea. Year 1 today! You’re growing up too fast for your mum!”  

Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to her forehead.  

“Let’s get you dressed, and then I’ll make you monkey pancakes. How’s that sound?”

Charlie seemed to perk up a little at that.  

“With bananas?”

“Is there any other way to eat them?”

She giggled quietly, and you gave yourself a pat on the back. You’d picked her outfit out together the day before, a pale blue dress with white polka dots. After she’d sat patiently on the bathroom counter as you braided her hair into two long plaits, you both headed into the kitchen.

By the time the two of you had plates with small piles of admittedly adorable monkey shaped pancakes and banana slices in front of you, Charlie seemed a little less reluctant to go to school.  She got quiet again once she was buckled into the backseat of the car, not singing along to the music as she usually did. As you slowed for a traffic light, you reached behind you, squeezing her foot gently.  

“Are you excited?”  Looking in the rearview mirror, you watched as she shrugged, and your heart sunk a bit.  "I bet you’re going to have so much fun. Mr. Hemmings’ letter was very funny, didn’t you think? I’m sure he’s going to be a good teacher.“

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