justin : So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
Zach:I did. I broke it…
Justin: No. No, you didn’t. Alex?
alex : Don’t look at me. Look at Montgomery
Montgomery : What?! I didn’t break it.
Bryce : Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Alex : Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
Alex : No, it’s not!
Montgomery : If it matters, probably not… Bryce was the last one to use it.
Bryce: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Alex : Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Bryce: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Alex!
Zach : Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Justin .
Justin : No. Who broke it?
Alex : [whispering] justin , Clay’s been awfully quiet…
Clay : Really?!
Alex : Yeah, really!
justin : I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Sunlight played across the gray, cobblestone pavers, warming them enough that if there hadn’t been a press of people crammed into the streets, the two young men would’ve been able to see the waves of heats rising from their surface, or even to see those strange, silvery mirage-puddles that receded just as quickly as they approached.
But as it were, there was no way to see the heat.
It could only be felt, and felt it they did.
“It’s too hot.”
“You’re whining again, Neah,” his sibling commented, his lips pulling up in a teasing smile. “Sometimes I think you whine more than Wisely whines about her headaches.”
a week ago, at 4am, I had the idea that for one reason or another the people in the Mount Massive Asylum acquire a baby from somewhere, and get damn protective. Eddie calls dibs on being the Dad, Dr Trager and Father Martin are the grandpas, everyone else is an uncle or nanny or something. Miles makes silly baby videos. Waylon is named mommy but doesn’t want to have anything to do with any of it. blaming greenekangaroo who not only encouraged me but gave me specific ideas as well… urgh… you can pinpoint the moment I stopped trying TuT
“Stay in the god damn truck y/n” Negan shouted through the darkness. He knew me too well. “I fucking mean it”
Sitting back down but leaning forwards two of Negan’s men picked up whoever had been shot off of the ground and were now making their way back towards the trucks. Who was it? Not Negan. Thats all you need to care about. Negan is safe.
Looking back towards the road whoever was on the bike was now pinned down onto the floor by several of Negan’s men.