CRYBABY

apollo "paul" commons. twenty-two. bus boy. the baby. "You know, they've got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. 'Now I just have to polish these off, and everything'll be OK.' Life is a box of chocolates."

[apollocommons-blog]

@apaullo: i thought i heard an ice cream truck in my street but it was just an old man whistling

@apaullo: i ran so fast in my pjs for nothing

[noeleros-deactivated20151119]

“I mean, yeah, it could count as juice with all the fruit but it definitely is full of alcohol,” he said, watching Paul eye the glass. “One of three people? Who are the three people?” Part of him genuinely hoped that he would be one of the three, although he also realized that was weird.

[apollocommons-blog]

“Noooo!” Paul cried out, pushing the glass across the bar with a horrified look on his face. “Well, let me think. There was that barber who cut my hair when I first moved here... But you don’t look to much like him. Then there's my cousin Frank the rock collector but you look like you’ve got all your teeth, so you can’t be him. Which leaves...” He thought for a moment, eyeing Noel. “Space dude!”

[grahamxwallace-blog]

“Isn’t your name Timmy?”

[apollocommons-blog]

“N-no... I don’t- I don’t think so?”

[stiles-fromacrossthehall]

“The waitress, Stella, she said it would be awesome…”

[apollocommons-blog]

“You can’t trust that Stella, she’s obviously out to get you.”

[profsethelkins]

“Luckily, I’ve given up my kidnapping ways when the town started asking too many questions,” Seth joked, rolling his eyes a little in amusement. “Animals are easier to explain.”

[apollocommons-blog]

“And also a lot more easier to clean up.” Paul giggled, kneeling down to pet the dog on the head. “Do you think he’s lost?”

[girlblest-blog]

“Thanks,” she grinned and walked the couple feet over to sit next to him. For a split second she worried about creasing the pointlessly long skirt of her dress, since her sister had worked so hard on it. Screw it, she finally decided, sitting cross-legged as well and ending up with piles of cloth forming a mountain range around her. 

“Emery Devore, but feel free to call me Emmy.”

[apollocommons-blog]

“I’m Apollo. Apollo Commons.” He smiled over at her before downing what was left of his drink. “Everyone calls me Paul, though. It’s nice to meet you, Emmy” He mumbled a bit, not too good with making conversation. Especially with the amount of alcohol he’d unknowingly consumed over the course of the night,

[karracavanaugh]

“How… many nanas do you have? You make it sound like you have ten nanas,” Kara admitted, looking at Paul weirdly. “She’s probably from the past. Maybe she was a past nana?”

[apollocommons-blog]

“Just the two. Well, one now actually. Nana Commons is with God now.” He smiled sweetly. “Or maybe she was my nana from an alternate universe! I’ve heard about that happening.”

[gdievansnow-blog]

“This… I hope this woman was joking because that’s the best prank of all time. And I have so much respect for her right now.”

[apollocommons-blog]

“I hope it was a prank too. I don’t need a long lost grandma in my life right now. I’m stressed enough as it is.”

[karracavanaugh]

Laughing at his story, Kara shook her head. “What if you really are Tiny Tim. Did you resemble her? I mean, I know ninety percent of white people can pass as siblings and family, but sometimes not really.”

[apollocommons-blog]

“She kinda looked like me a little, I guess. But all my nanas are accounted for so there’s no way we could be related... I don’t think. Unless she’s from the future.”

[apollocommons-blog]

“I was in the supermarket looking for sugar cookies and this tiny little old lady comes up to me and she’s one hundred percent convinced I’m her grandson Timmy. I tried to escape her but she kept coming after me with a basket full of denture cream asking why I never visit her anymore. And as I was hiding behind a shelf of Pop-Tarts waiting for her to leave, I started to think... What if I am Timmy? What if I just forgot?”

[stiles-fromacrossthehall]

“Who would have thought I would eat a burger with kale and not throw up? Learn something new everyday.”

[apollocommons-blog]

“You ate kale? Willingly? Do you have a death wish?”

[profsethelkins]

“I’m not saying you’re not cute, but I’m really more of a cat person. Besides, I’m sure you have a very nice family waiting for you somewhere, I can’t steal you away,” Seth said to the dog who’d be following him for the past half an hour, scratching it behind the ears. He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, keeping his attention focused on trying to explain things to the dog.

[apollocommons-blog]

Paul turned, confused at first before spotting to dog. “Wait, you’re not talking to me?” He sighed, relieved. “Thank God. I’m really not in the mood to be kidnapped today.”

[apollocommons-blog]

txt - deziray cclark

deziray: you don't want soup, but you want pie? You make zero sense.

deziray: he collects what??????????????????????

paul: pie is amazing. soup is like hot vomit.

paul: those little walnut ornaments with the eyes. you know the ones? they're amazing

paul: you'll love him

[noeleros-deactivated20151119]

“Oh… Buddy, that’s not… that’s not just juice,” he said, his face dropping suddenly. “That’s got a lot of alcohol in it, how many have you had?” Noel put his hand on the younger guy’s shoulder. “That’s a really interesting talent. Am I familiar to you? I still can’t guess right.”

[apollocommons-blog]

“What are you talking about? This is juice. It has little bits of fruit in it.” Paul dropped his glass back onto the bar with a thud, eyeing it suspiciously . He looked at Noel with worry. “You smell like coconuts and hope for the future.” He sniffed at the air around him. “You could be one of three people I know.”

[apollocommons-blog]

emerydevore:

Emery jumped slightly at the voice and spun on her heel, her back now pressed to the doors. Upon discovering the boy, she gave a huff of relief. Side effects from reading all the Stephen King books while binding them were starting to show up. “Yeah,” she finally got out, reaching up to tug at the back of her neck. “I hate being like this, but crowds intimidate me.”

“Me too. Especially when you don’t know too many people.” He took a sip of his drink, moving to sit cross-legged and patting the ground next to him. “You’re more than welcome to hide out with me until you work up the nerve. If you want.”

[allie-peters-blog]

“Maybe so. Then again I wished my name was something bigger when I was younger. Something like Marie Antoinette. Though I would hate to lose my head..” She was babbling on again and she hated when she did that. “Ah, yes I get horribly lost. I lived a few hours away while I was in college and my first year teaching but I decided on a change and Town seemed so nice. What about yourself?”

[apollocommons-blog]

“Why would you lose your head for a name like that? It’s not that bad.” Paul raised his eyebrows, it was a genuine question. “I came from Georgia. I lived in Savannah with my momma but she... She’s gone now.” He smiled softly, not wanting to go too much into it.”

[apollocommons-blog]

txt - deziray cclark

deziray: ummm.. i don't know food poisoning?????????

deziray: Pie? No. I'll make you soup though.

deziray: Paul.... I told you to stop giving my number to those church boys.

paul: dont say soup im gonna puke again

paul: why????? he's a nice boy. he collects those walnuts with the googly eyes on them