lost in the light

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[amaiaisms]

xander.

xander was scanning the endless groceries. it was an everyday routine for him and it BORED him. although, he didn’t have anywhere else to work at so there he was being and cashier. what made him chuckle, was a pack of scooby-doo gummies, he hadn’t seen those in a while. ‘’ man, those are great.’’ he spoke up to no one in particular. 

“yeaaaah,” amaia said in an uninterested long sigh. “they’d been pushed to the back of the shelves and there’s like a month away from expiring so i figured might as well get ‘em for myself you know?” she handed xander the cash from her wallet and popped the bag open. “want some?”

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min seo.

     she was drunk, it was e a s i e r to deal with things drunk. she didn’t yell, or laugh, instead she stared moodily down into her wine glass. she couldn’t remember when they had begun talking, but it felt comforting to know her life wasn’t the only one going to shit. she shrugged slightly at the question “i don’t know. i guess it’s meant to be great. i have everything that i could possibly want in life, but it all feels p o i n t l e s s. everything empty.”

amaia couldn’t help the chuckle. she’s heard that before. hell, she’s felt that before. how can life just lose its meaning so fast? but now here was this whole thing staring her right in the face, and she was so unsure of pushing through with it, but at least it was something. “do you ever feel, like a plastic bag...” she hummed playfully. “do you want to talk about it min seo?”

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malik: *hsm chad voice* i don't dance

amaia: lies

amaia: LIES!!!!

amaia: if u want the money OR the ice cream u gotta dance

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@aureliajcne would u be willin maybe ... to make me gif icons for diana ...

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aurelia.

     S T R A N G E things had been occurring for aurelia, sure, but they weren’t the issue of anybody else. they were her problem, and her problem alone. a combination of the threats and her own lone wolf status forced her to be this way, forced her to go through this on her o w n. meaning admittance to amaia was not on the cards. ❛❛ things are.. y’know, how they always are. they’re fine. ❜❜ part of her wants to know what the weird things are in amaia’s life ( surely they can’t be stranger than the things in her own ) but she dares not ask. it’s not her business, and who said the woman wanted to talk about it either? ❛❛ nothing weird happening here. ❜❜

fine. of course. that was what people always said, even when things weren’t. fine was the word her mom used whenever her brother would get into a fight with her. fine was the word used whenever she asked how her mom was doing after they’d been cut-off from her grandparents’ will. heck, even amaia was guilty of using the word as a façade: “i’m fine, mom,” she would say whenever she didn’t want to add to her mother’s long list of worries. with a small smile, amaia asked instead, “well, has anything interesting or exciting at least happened? you’d think living in a city as big as la, our lives would be more like a movie than... i dunno, a drab.”

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carson.

“I’m fine, good, yes. You’re sure you’re alright?” She asked, with a nod.

Amaia nodded, too. “I’m good, I’m good,” she said. “Sorry.” With a small and a small apologetic bow, she side-stepped the stranger and carried on her way.

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spencer.

“Okay, so I’m minding my own business trying to study for my AP Psych test and some random guy who I’ve never seen in my entire life comes up to me and starts asking me what a pretty girl like me is doing here. When I told him that I was studying- or at least trying to- he starts saying that I shouldn’t be studying and that I what I should be doing is making him a sandwich. Like, really? It’s 2017, haven’t we as a society moved past woman in the kitchen jokes?” The girl ranted, finally pausing to take a sip of her coffee. “Ugh. So how was your day?” 

Amaia listened to her friend intently. When she mentioned the guy, Amaia automatically grimaced. “Gross,” she said, turning to her own book. She was reviewing her lessons from senior year as preparation for college. It was still months away but still—it never hurt to be prepared. “Was he like, our age?” When asked about herself, Amaia waved her hand dismissively. “Same as normal.” Lie. “Pretty uninteresting, to be honest.”

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kai.

kai hadn’t expected the game to be so daunting, so looming. they were practically jolted from their thoughts when the other spoke, forgetting for a moment that they weren’t alone in their head. “um.” they cleared their throat, shrugging once. “fine. fine. what makes things weirder than they usually are? i mean, life is wild most of the time, you know? nothing’s ordinary. what makes now different?” they asked, knowing exactly what has made now different, at least for them.

amaia gave kai a look. their vagueness was both confusing and amusing. “what?” she said with a laugh. “i didn’t understand a single word you just said now.” but hey, at least it took her mind off of the damn email, right? now here she was, trying to decipher what they just said. not because she didn’t get the sentiment, but more so how it related. “honestly, kai, i feel like you’d just given the greek philosophers a run for their money.” she nudged them playfully with her shoulder and chuckled.

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does anyone here make gif icons .... i badly need more of diana silvers i will pay u in love and kisses

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roux.

“i am sorry, are you talking to me ??” roux asked with a frown on his face after he heard the girl talking. “because if so, i am okay and i have no idea where you are talking about. but you do you, i guess. if things are being weird… try to get out of it or something ??” he pretended that nothing was going on, because he definitely wan’t going to spill any tea to anyone. good thing he has learned how to be a liar when he started to do rebellious things without his parents knowing about it.

well, getting out of it clearly wasn’t an option. getting out of it means having to return the camera and the money that could help her family out so much. maybe she was being selfish but no way. she needed that money. her family needed that money. and yeah, she wanted the camera, too. didn’t mean the whole thing didn’t scare her though. “it’s not exactly something you get out of, you know,” she said. “like, it’s just... it’s life. and getting out of it means—” she paused. “don’t even wanna entertain that.”

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dallas: okay so this is a tough one

dallas: i feel like getting the bike is the best thing to do?

dallas: it'll save money for your commute so you'll have money for new rolls of film in no time

amaia: that's what someone else told me

amaia: and anyway i got a new digital camera as a gift??

amaia: it's a LEICA

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kenna: okay shoot

kenna: i mean i guess the question here is what are you going to get more use out of??

amaia: everyone's been telling me to get the bike so

amaia: i'm getting the bike

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malik: bc i'm a successful businessman who knows how to deal with money duh

malik: n bc you love me.

amaia: both points are debatable

amaia: but if i have any leftovers i'll buy you ice cream i guess

amaia: but you have to do a little dance

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amaia was scared, of course, to even think about anonymous, but she had to let it out somehow. she knew better than keeping it in; when was the last time suppressing something did her any good? drawing in a deep breath, she said to the other, “i don’t know, things have just been weird lately. but, like, i guess it’s not all bad. what about you? how are things on your end?”

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aurelia: white then decorate it whatever colour you want.

amaia: that's a smart choice

amaia: i will consider it

[vnxsas]

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carson.

Carson had just finished with practice, well, her practice. Drills, drills, drills. She showered in the locker room and put on her usual outfit: UCLA oversized sweatshirt, running shorts, and tennis shoes. She liked the comfort of it. She was walking to her car, why did I park so far away, she thought. She was digging in her soccer bag for her keys when she bumped into someone. “Oh, sorry.” She muttered, reaching down to pick up the keys that had fallen from her hand. Standing back up, she looked at them better, “Sorry, that was my fault.”

Amaia had been visiting her brother on campus when she thought it was time to go home. All was well until a stranger bumped into her, but she’ll admit it was because she hadn’t been looking where she was going either. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” she said. “Are you alright?”