that was the best bit for me

transcript of the speech i gave at Vassar’s black baccalaureate service

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and the Vassar class of 2017.
Just saying that aloud made me feel old. Class of 2017? Most of y'all were born after dark-skinned Aunt Viv left the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s wild.

I want to first thank you for allowing me to be a part of such a special moment in your lives. I am honored, privileged, and a bit in disbelief that you asked me of all people to give this address. I try not to have feelings, and I’m going to do my best not to cry today, but no promises.

I’m here to stand in the gap between you and your parents and guardians and any other elders in your lives that you stopped listening to because you thought they were wack and out of touch. I remember being in your shoes not TOO long ago, and it is my fervent prayer that something that I say here today will help you avoid some of the mess I went through.
To be honest I’m a little nervous, but I figured there was no way could this be worse than when Betsy DeVos went down to Bethune-Cookman, so let’s get started.

As you transition to life after Vassar the changes will be both inevitable and swift, so I’d like to begin by giving you some well-intentioned advice and warning you about the continued process of becoming an adult.

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It’s only as I step inside the library — and am welcomed by a pair of dark brown eyes — that I realise how cold it was outside. My face and fingers are gently burning from the sudden contrast in temperatures and my stomach feels a bit weird (I hope it’s not a cold).

The best seat — in the back, closest to the heater — is already taken by a gigantic boy with pretty lips. I sit next to him (or, I should say, next to his legs) on the left side of the back row.

I can hear sparks crackling in my hair as I take off my big woolen scarf.

I wonder if wearing a hijab in winter feels cosy.

The girl in front of me finally takes her black jacket off and I can see lapel pins attached to it, catching the ceiling’s neon lights. The only one I can properly examine from this angle is a pink dripping heart with a black outline. In it, a mint green dripping text with a white outline reads DUMP HIM.

I can’t help but smile.

Chapter 1: When You Grow Up, Your Heart Dies - by @monstermonstre

Andre Burakovsky- About time

Request:  I was thinking about an imagine where me, Andre and like 3 more people are best friends, and they have breakfast together like twice aweek, and then me and Andre start dating and the others find out one morning at breakfast and they tease us about it?? Sorry if it is a bit confusing :/

Author’s note: I just love this boy so much.


Up next: Alec Martinez or Hampus Lindholm

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A/N: Hi loves! THANKYOU so much for reading underneath the little black dress. Keep reading and reblogging:’). It really means a lot to me, more than you’ll ever know. I wanted to leave y'all with something before I have to work. Enjoy!

 ~early mornings ~

 It was way to early to even get out of bed. You turned around and saw that harry was still a sleep. A big smile grew on your face. Even though you weren’t a morning person waking up next to him, was the best feeling in the world. You knew he could sleep in, because his first appointment was around 1pm. And you did let his sleep in, for a bit. But then the urge and eagerness of touching him became stronger. 

So you decided to wake him up with the best way possible. You took the covers of the both of you, and were hit with the cold air… now you definitely needed to warm up. You started placing kisses on Harry’s butterfly. Traveling down to his happy trail, you gave him sweet little kisses on that spot. All this time harry had not woken up yet.. well he was stirring a bit, but that’s about it. When you got down to his cock, you saw that he was already hard. You took his manhood in to your hands and started rubbing it slowly. Then you saw that Harry’s eyes were open and looking at what you were doing. “ well good morning love, I thought it was a dream… but this is so much better” By then you already had his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. The grunts you were getting from harry, made you even more motivated. “Yes love, that feels really good. “ You knew he was close, when he started to fasten his pace and pulled your hair. “ UGH UGH… hmmmm.. yess “ And with that you felt a hot cum covering your face and his tummy. You grabbed some tissues and cleaned him and yourself up. “Good morning my love.” You said to harry and gave him a kiss. “Hmm.. definitely a good morning. How about I’ll treat you to some shower love in the morning.. huh? does that sound like a plan..” And you both started to walk to the bathroom.

 It was indeed a good morning. Good doesn’t even cover it, it was a great morning.

Hope you all have a good day today!! 

all the love,


Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man (Peter Parker x Reader)

Characters/Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: slight angst

Words count: 2244

(A/N): Hello! This piece here is my very first bit of fanfiction written in english and published here, on tumblr, so… I’m nervous. But I hope someone will like it. It’s reader insert, sort of, but in 3rd person, written in the middle of the night and finished the next day, becouse I just had to get it all out in some way and this idea just seemed perfect. I may write another part, maybe even a small series, who knows? For any mistakes I sincerely apologize, English’s not my native language, but I tried my best - let me know, if you have any tips to how I can improve more. For now - enjoy!

Tag: @saveatruckrideoptimusprime


That was it. She had enough. Busting through doors leading on the roof, (y/n) could barely see, her vision blurry from tears. They threatened to fall for the whole day, but she had to make it through, she had to sit in the class with clenched teeth and trembling hands, feeling like her chest was about to burst. It was terrible, at least, and when she finally made it to her building, she went straight for the roof. To her little hiding spot.

Wind blew in her face the moment she closed the door behind her, whipping long curls in her face, but she ignored it. Blinking away the tears, with few long strides (y/n) reached the edge of the roof and climbed on it, sitting cross-legged on hard concrete. A small fear of falling squeezed her chest, but it was nothing compared to feelings crushing her insides. Pain. Loss. Sorrow. Longing. She was pushing them to the back of her mind so long, that when they finally busted free, she couldn’t handle it.

Shaky, broken sob left (y/n) lips, as her body trembled with so much sadness and longing everyone would fall from. She bit at her lower lip in attempt to silence herself a little but it was futile. Hugging herself tightly, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to listen to wind and never ending sounds of New York. Only then (y/n) was finally able to hear something rustling beside her, like feet on the floor.

For a second breath cached in her throat, but before she could lift her eyes, she heard a curious voice.

“You’re not gonna jump, are you?”

Startled, she did jump a little in her spot, clawing with fingers at her heart and whipping head to the source of soft voice, only to freeze at the sight of one and only Spider-Man himself. In his blue and red costume, tall and lean, and totally unexpected.

“Hi” he greeted, crouched beside her, in reasonable distance. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” he sounded sheepish, a little shy even.

(Y/n) couldn’t really answer, still trying to catch her breath. And, to be honest, didn’t believe she was really seeing him.

“Mind if I sit here? No? Great!” Spider-Man sat a little bit closer, like in arms reach, and looked at (y/n), slightly inclining his head. “Oh, by the way, I’m Spider-Man” he said, pointing at himself.

“Yeah, I figured…” she sounded so hoarse, she had to couch a little to clear her throat and be able to continue. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off… fighting crime or this sort of thing?” (Y/n) rambled, voice still a little trembling, but this at least for a second took her mind somewhere else.

“City’s fine at the moment, I don’t see any crime over here, do you?” he asked, half jokingly, looking around as if searching, but before she could answer, Spidey continued. “And when I saw you, I thought ‘Hey, such a beautiful girl sitting alone on the edge of a building? Something’s not right!’ So I figured it’s important and here I’m! Your boyfriend’s not coming, right?” He added the last part as a joke, way to make her relax, but it couldn’t work. She laughed bitterly, shaking her head.

“Oh, he’s definitely not” she said with venom, frown upon her face. “And I hope he won’t. Ever.”

Spider-Man was now looking at her with what seemed like new intensity and emotion, but she couldn’t really tell with the suit and all. And she really didn’t want to look at him now, feeling new tears rising in her eyes, so instead settled on the beautiful view of New York. Always moving, always full of voices and life, it seemed unaffected by the sorrow of one fragile girl, making her feel this much more insignificant, but – surprisingly – also soothed her a little. Like nothing could reach (y/n) here, even the cruel world beneath.  

“You want me to web him to the wall or something?” the superhero offered, drawing a little laugh from her.

(Y/n) sniffed lightly, pulling few strands of hair behind her ear and simultaneously wiping away the already dried off trails of tears. She felt heat rising to her cheeks and didn’t really know what caused it – the presence of Spider-Man, his words or the way he seemed to look at here. Even with the mask on, he was impressingly expressive.

Remembering hes question, she shook her head a little.

“No, thanks, it could harm your reputation” (y/n) answered, sending him a small smile, which seemed to immediately brighten his mood.

“Don’t worry about it, I would make sure everyone would know that he hurt a wonderful girl and deserved a lesson” he assured her, making a deliberate gesture with his glowed hand and successfully drawing another smile from her. But this one was a lot sadder than the previous one and he was instantly alarmed. “Hey, why the sad face? Sorry, if I said anything impropriate…”

Again (y/n) only shook her head, this one little smile also turning somehow bitter.

“Maybe I deserved that” she said, her voice so quiet that if not for his enhanced senses, he probably wouldn’t even hear it.”Maybe I wasn’t good enough, maybe I was too much or, or…”

Her voice started quivering again, her petite frame trembling. Tears began to shine in (e/c) eyes and threatened to spill any moment, but before she could utter another word, Peter sprung from his place.

“Hey, shush, stop it” he urged, gently grabbing (y/n) chin and turning to him. He felt his heart falter for a moment at the sight of this beautiful, shining eyes and flushed face. “Why would you think that?” the question fell from his lips before he could stop himself.

(Y/n) shrugged only, not saying a word. She seemed like she tried really hard to stay strong, to not let her tears fall and calm down, but when he decided to softly stroked her jaw, it suddenly snapped, letting all the emotion, hurt and shattered bits of her heart pour free into broken words.

“I don’t know, I-I r-really don’t…” she whined, shuddering violently. “And y-you know what’s the w-worst? It was so-o good, a-at the beginnig, l-like we were perf-fect together. But then…” (y/n) shook her head once more. She bit at lower lip, trying to calm herself just a little, and hugged her knees to her chest. Peter inched closer while she talked, sitting with his back to the city and bringing his other hand to rest on hers. “I don’t know what happened, it all fell apart… He broke up, saying he don’t love me anymore” at that, bitter, humorless laugh broke from her lips, “and now I have to see him everyday in class, all happy with his friends, when I… It’s been months, you know, months since that day, I should be fine at his point, like him. Everyone think I am, but… but I’m not. I didn’t really have anyone else, my friends moved away a year ago. I’m alone and I miss…” She shuddered and lowered her head, falling completely silent, like she couldn’t finish this thought.

“Him?” he suggested, though a strange felling was telling him it wasn’t the case. And the sudden jerk of her head confirmed that.

“No, not him” (y/n) answered, nipping with fingers at the edge of her black sweater. She buried her face in her arms, looking at the horizon. “I miss… being in relationship, I guess” she added, (e/c) eyes turning to look at him with such sadness and longing shinning in them as brightly as stars on the clear, night sky, he felt breath catching in his throat. “The feeling, you know? That I’m important for someone, the confidence that I have someone out there, the hugs, kisses, dates… I miss it…”

The truth was – she was starved for affection. For physical contact, for the deep, meaningful connection with someone, for love – both giving and receiving. For another being as in love with her as she in them. She craved that more than anything and it was eating her up, gnawing at her mind, clawing at her heart, to the point where she could only break down and cry, only in tears finding a little release. It was exhausting. But so was her everyday from the one where it all began to crumble.

All the while Peter was looking at (y/n) as if he has seen her for the first time and simultaneously known her more than any other girl ever. He knew who she was, of course, they were in the same school. He remembered now how in few days she seemed to suddenly disappear, going from constantly being in a circle of boys with her boyfriend to sitting alone in the back of the class or trying to merge into the wall, so no one would see her.  But Peter saw her. She was smart, very intelligent – easily one of the best students among him and others – really pretty and quite… different. Her alternative look wasn’t helping her, she stood out from the crowd, wasn’t really socializing, as if she didn’t care about it, and seemed really tough. But now – now he saw how fragile, delicate and sensitive she was under that exterior – and it awakened a feeling in his heart he wasn’t expecting.

Standing from his position, he jumped down from the ledge onto the hard concrete of the roof and tapped lightly on her shoulder. When she looked at him quizzically, Peter scratched his neck a little nervously.

“I thought… I could happily hug you, you know? But first you need to get down from there, I’m not risking you falling” he said, trying to sound stern at the end, but obviously failing as she smiled lightly, pink blooming on her cheeks.

“You would catch me, wouldn’t you?” (y/n) said, jumping from the ledge to stand beside him.

“Well, yeah, of course, but I would gladly avoid it altogether” Peter replied lightly and spread his arms to (y/n).”C’here.”

She made one small step before stopping and looking at him strangely, as if she tried to mask her shyness.

“Do I have your word you won’t kidnap me or something?”

“Whaaaat?” He looked at her with disbelief, but quickly caught on the joke and feigned hurt, making theatrical gesture of putting hand over his heart. ”How could you think so low about me? I’m a superhero! Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man no less! Or am I not?” he waggled his eyebrow, fairly sure it won’t show through the mask, but it seemed that it brightened (y/n) mood either way, as she smiled and took one last step towards him.

“Okey” she replied softly, almost in sing-song voice, and finally pressed her body to him tightly, hugging him like her life depended on it. (Y/n) intertwined her arms behind his back as she buried her face in Peters chest. At that moment he could swear his heart skipped a beat.

Small, content sigh left his lips, as he returned the hug, pulling her even closer. Encircling her shoulders with his arms, Peter started to draw soothing circles on her lover back and gently stroked her long curls, resting his chin on (y/n) head. It felt good. Right. Like it was exactly the place he should’ve been in, pressed against her, caressing her delicate frame, holding close to his chest. And when quiet, almost happy sigh left her lips, his heart stopped for a second.

“Better?” he asked after awhile, his voice barely above whisper. (Y/n) nodded, her face still on his chest, arms a little tighter around his waist. Peter smiled behind his mask, but then – oh, of course in that moment – police sirens suddenly cut through air, caching their attention. He almost cursed.

(Y/n) sighed a little heavier this time, as she loosened her arms and brought back her head.

“It’s time for you, isn’t it?” she guessed, looking up at him.

“Yeah, duty calls” he confirmed, though he didn’t want to withdraw his hands just jet, lowering them to her hands.

“Superheroes life, right?” she joked, small sad undertone in it, but except that, she seemed in much better mood and there wasn’t even a trace of tears in her eyes like before. Peter knew he couldn’t leave it just like that.

“Yeah, but you know what? I’ll happily cuddle with you anytime you want, really, it’ll be my pleasure” he said quickly, at the same time jumping on the ledge and looking at her one last time before he had to go.

“Okey” she replied happily, wrapping her arms around herself. “Tomorrow, maybe? If you want, of course, it could be next week too or…”

“Tomorrow” he interrupted before she could back away from the idea entirely. “See you very soon, beautiful!” he shouted as he jumped from the edge and quickly shoot web to the other building, almost effortlessly swinging between them. He turned his head just once to see the awe clear on her face as she watched him go, and then he wanted to facepalm himself for his stupidity. Of course he didn’t ask for her name. And what she will think about him now?

“Congrats, Peter, you are clearly a genius.”

Sighing heavily, he swinged one last time and landed smoothly at the actual crime scene. He would ask tomorrow.

Yeah, tomorrow sounded great.  

liciapocalypse  asked:

Is it weird that I feel sad that when they meet again, Bellamy could well know Mori better than he does Clarke? Six years is a hell of a long time & s.1-4 cover like a single year, so even with how well he & Clarke got to know each other, that dynamic will be disrupted after the time jump. I'm with you that I fully they are endgame, but it's a bit hard for me to consider in this new way, since what I always loved best about them is how deeply they understood each other, better than anyone else.

How well you know someone and how much you care for them is not  factor of how much time you’ve spent with someone, but how much you’ve chosen to share with them. Just because Bellamy will have spent 6 years on the Ark with Raven, Monty, Harper, Murphy, Emori and Echo doesn’t mean he will ever open up to them the way he did to Clarke. 

It’s also likely that, as Bellamy and Clarke’s relationship is the foundation of the show, they’ll spend ample time rebuilding whatever they lost over time. 

As they’ll be older, they’ll also be…more adult in their interactions, much like Kabby, who never engaged in all of the drama that seems to thrive in our younger couples. 

After I came out of hospital — everyone ignored me, shut me out — other than, that is, the boy who had everything — who came across the Gryffindor common room and challenged me to a game of Exploding Snap. People think they know all there is to know about you, but the best bits of you are — have always been — heroic in really quiet ways. My point is — after this is over, just remember if you could that sometimes people — but particularly children — just want someone to play Exploding Snap with.
—  Ginny Potter, née Weasley, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
Museum Date [Edmund Pevensie]

Headcanon: A date to the museum with Edmund Pevensie.

Requested by anon for my 1k followers celebration

  • Edmund spends a lot of time thinking of which museum to take you
  • It annoys his siblings because he keeps on asking them for their opinion
  • “Just go wherever you think is best!”
  • He’s worried he’ll pick one that you won’t like
  • In the end, he decides to ask you
  • And he does lots of research on when the best time to go is, what’s fun to see, where to go for lunch after the museum
  • When you do go, Edmund is a bit of a mess at first
  • He’s nervous and wants everything to go perfectly
  • When he’s buying your tickets, he drops the change onto the floor
  • You laugh and help him pick the coins up
  • “Ed, it’s just me, no need to be nervous.”
  • After that, he’s more relaxed
  • The two of you go from exhibit to exhibit
  • And because it’s the museum you like, basically everything interests you
  • But while Edmund has fun looking at the exhibits
  • His favorite thing is the way your eyes sparkle and your constant smile when you go from place to place
  • After the museum, he takes you to a restaurant a couple blocks away
  • The food there is delicious; your favorite kind
  • It’s obvious Edmund has put much thought into the date
  • Once dessert is finished, Edmund brings you home
  • “Thank you so much, Edmund. It truly was a wonderful date.”
  • “Let’s go on one again soon, okay?”
  • You blush at the promise of another date
  • Edmund kisses your hand, winking as he does so
  • Leaving you a blushing mess in front of your house

anonymous asked:

su crit: *points a flaw* / You: wow you said your opinion, die

Wow body are you okay? i’ve never said that, where did you got that idea from?

I just don’t think some of them do the best arguments and due to personal experiences i know some can be harsh, but I always say that after all is whatever fruits their loops.

I’ve meet a few that are pretty ok, i just don’t feel comfortable with their interactions because I am tired of all of this discourse, thats all!

anonymous asked:

Yep I would like to be in the middle of Crowley and Luci too. Provided they didn't fight with each other. Snarking at each other would be fine. Like, saying "I'm a better lover than you" to the other and trying to prove it on me 😂

Hmm… I think I’d like it if they fought a bit. ;D trying to best one another for my affections… pulling me away from the other… I’m getting so many dirty thoughts lmao.

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Eeee! You’re the best, Sachi!

*sucks teeth* Yea, whatever. I only brought you that drink ‘cause I knew you were gonna make something nice to snack on.

And see, that’s we’re unofficial lovers; you know me too well.

Pff, I might have known you since you were nineteen, but girl, never!

I love you too, Bestie.

*rolls eyes* I swear you’re too cheesy, Sinclair.

this rp is already my fav thing idk how ok but everyone seems so cute and amazing and i have sm muse and i wanna plot w all of u !! so come plot w me if u want random headcanons or cute posts abt our babes 24/7 and a million threads !!!! just like this and ill come bother u,,,,,,, now under the cut there’s a bit about sofía, and some wanted connectiONS

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L the classical dragon

Description of self: a little firey (lmao), tends to feel emotions intensely, has lots of energy, (and occasionally enjoys a good chick flick)

Description from me: He’s honestly such a sweetheart, and he really does care for people. He’s a little ball of sass and he’s honestly still a bit edgy, but on him it’s endearing.

Pronouns: he/him

Beginner friendly

Magic they’re best at: kinetic, fire, offensive, curses, etc

Physical description: He’s able to change his size to whatever he feels like, but he’s a classical red dragon, 4 legs and 2 wings, with grey spikes running down his back and two curly horns on the top of his head (think kudu horns). He’s able to breathe fire, and his eyes are a dark steel grey.

Offerings/activities: exercise, specifically boxing
What they’re looking for in a companion: someone who can keep up with him, and someone who he can hang around most of the time with occasional visits to/from his mother

Comments from them: “I like to think that I make a good companion! I’ve had one companion before this, and I really want to experience the diversity of the human race!”

The companion chosen will receive full name, and more details on background, manifestations, offering, etc when chosen. (Also if you give me a tip here and send me a message I can give you extra information on their species as well)

posted 5/29/17

anonymous asked:

I love talking about Tayley lmao I thought I was the only one who noticed Taylor's little smile when Hayley is talking. Have you noticed that while it seems like the other guys (Idk about Zac) but the others seemed to be a bit jealous by Hayley's attention but Taylor uplifts it. Parahoy 2 is seriously the best thing to have happened to me 😂😂😂 How he looks at her during Paraoke while that guy was singing TOE and he mouths "You" to Hayley and she looks at the crowd and mouths "I am" Awww

Taylor don’t even care like in many interviews he’s often like “i can’t believe i’m in a band with hayley williams” and that interview where he said it’s an honour to be in a band with her and stuff & there’s one interview where he was like “we know what she does and what she can do and i still can’t believe i’m in a band with her” in response to being asked about the attention she gets.

PARAHOY 2 WAS PERFECT THAT ONLY EXCEPTION MOMENT KILLED ME 😭😭 god and the first show she slapped his ass too like same hayley same

anonymous asked:

can i pleasee get some fluff for obito when his s/os sick maybe even some about how he acts when hes sick

Thank you for the request! 

Headcannons of Obito taking care of his sick s/o

  • The moment his s/o gets a fever or starts coughing, Obito becomes a bit dramatic. Obito would constantly ask how they were feeling and even demand that they go rest. Obito doesn’t want his s/o to get sick and can go overboard about it.
  • If Obito’s s/o thinks they’re fine and Obito is overacting, when they do get legitimately sick, Obito going to nag that he was right. Obito will say stuff like “See I told you, you should have listened to me.” He doesn’t say it to be mean; he says it because he truly wants the best for his s/o.
  • Once Obito’s s/o gets sick, Obito is taking the day off to take care of them. He’s going to do everything in his power and everything that he has learned to help with the sickness for his s/o. Obito will be by their side and getting them anything they need.
  • Obito does not care about germs. He does find the symptoms from the sickness his s/o has gross, but he won’t shy away from them. When his s/o is on their bed, he has tissues beside them, a trashcan beside the bed, water or tea on the nightstand that’s easy to reach, and he has blankets at the ready when they get cold. Obito has everything prepared to make his s/o feel better.
  • Obito will cuddle his s/o, despite if they protest that they don’t want to get him sick. Obito doesn’t care and will hold his s/o to his chest and rub their sore body if need be. Obito is still very affectionate with his s/o, showing them love and care as they get better. Obito would also probably try to tell a story to get his s/o to laugh and not think about how bad they’re feeling.
  • When Obito gets sick, he is the biggest baby. If he starts to cough, has a scratchy throat, or starts to get chilly, he’ll go overboard and stock up on medicine to fight his cold. He’ll be drinking tea and water for the next week and taking meds to try and fight off the cold.
  • Once Obito is sick and feels sluggish, tired, and sore; he’ll complain in bed about how miserable he is. He wouldn’t like to bother his s/o too much but he would want them to make him soup or have them read to him. He doesn’t want to get his s/o sick but he still wants them around to spend time with.

This is my big brother as a baby. I have kept this photo for the last decade… stole it off my parents cause I loved it so much. My brother is 30 now and personally I think he’s even cuter- he’s such a kind hearted person, he is married now and has 2 cats and works so hard and I think he is actually the best person I’ve ever met or ever will meet. We used to prank eachother and fight a lot as kids but we had eachothers backs and still do! Sometimes I feel sorry for him because of all the modelling (he can be a bit conservative) I’ll never forget one of my first lingerie campaigns he called me absolutely disgusted that I was in my underwear in his local shopping mall on posters everywhere hahahaha I laughed at him a lot haha now he has come around and is now proud of me but still hates the pictures hahaha!!! ❤if I could have chosen Chris for a brother I would have so I consider myself so lucky ❤❤

“If I like Johnny, it shouldn’t matter to you!” You said to Cherry.
“But it should matter to you! If ya know what’s best for both of you, you wouldn’t go through with this!” Cherry followed you around the empty school classroom as you aggressively gathered your things.
“If you’re my friend, you would support me. You know how alone I am,” you turned to face her.
“Well I guess you’re alone on this too,” Cherry said, walking out the classroom, leaving you behind.
Before your emotions could sink in, Johnny stepped through the door.
“You’re not alone, I’m here for you,” he said, making you jump.
“You heard that?” You asked alarmingly.
Johnny nodded as you stepped closer to him.
“Well aren’t you just a bad little greaser?” You smiled at him as he blushed away.