She's so mean

Bree Noelle Tanner You can act like you don't know my name, but you do. Greaser || 16 || Sophomore You can act like you know my story, but you don't. Cheerio || Gymnast || Fighter

[breeaser]

It's like i’m the middle man in a tug-of-war or something between you guys.

It was true. Ever since he moved to the North with his mom, he’d became a Greaser in the heart of Social territory, and he had to change–to conform. Jake knew it. Bree knew it. Everyone knew it. And the more time that passed, the more she knew that he was right. He was in the middle of a giant tug-of-war. She was fighting to keep him, while the Socials fought to take him away. And day after day, she watched as he slowly become more and more like–and accepted by–the people they’d grown up hating. That they still hated. Or at least, she thought they still hated them? But if that were the truth, did she have to hate Jake now?…Or did he hate himself? Looking at the boy’s face, the desperation written all over it, Bree bit the inside of her cheek, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. Maybe he did hate himself? The thought alone was almost enough to break her. He could if he wanted, but she couldn’t. And she wouldn’t. “’Tis the life we lead.”

[greasemonkey-ryder-blog]

Shortly after Ryder initially woke up, his doctors decided that he would need surgery on his collarbone, just to put in a few pins to make sure the bone healed properly as the break was a little more complicated than just letting it heal on its own. The surgery didn’t take long at all, an hour or two max but Ryder was passed out from the anesthesia for the better part of the day. His mom had taken the day off, she had hardly left his room, only to run to get a cup of coffee. His dad on the other hand, still had to work, besides soon enough they’d be getting bills from the hospital and they were in no way financially secure enough to pay those right off the bat. But that meant someone had to go pick up the youngest Lynn from school, usually it was Ryder but he obviously couldn’t in his current condition. His mom kissed her son’s forehead, telling him she’d be back soon before slipping out of the room. A familiar face was waiting nearby, to which she smiled before made her way to them, informing them that Ryder was feeling a bit better and would probably benefit from seeing a friend. 

Ryder laid in bed, flipping through the channels on the TV, anything but the soap opera channel since that had been on all day, his mom finally having a bit of time to catch up. As the door to his room opened and a figure walked in, he scrunched his eyebrows together. He wasn’t expecting anyone, he hadn’t even told anyone he was here, the thought of his phone was long gone and he couldn’t even remember where it was at the moment. “Hey..” He started, “How did you know I was here?” 

[breeaser]

As soon as she arrived at the hospital, Bree knew it had been a ploy on her mother's part to get her there. There was no way she had "forgotten" her badge at home; that thing was attached to her always. Nonetheless, as the doting daughter she was, Bree brought it to her mother, dinner for three included for free. She sat on the nursing desk in her Cheerios uniform, staring at the door with the familiar face behind it. "You can go in, y'know," her mother informed her, like she wasn't already aware of that. Rolling her eyes, Bree continued to kick her feet anxiously. She knew she could go in and see him whenever she wanted. Hell, even if she couldn't, she dared someone to try and stop her. Her only problem going in to see him was actually moving from her perch. She used to love coming to visit her mom at work; helping out as a Candy Striper as soon as she was old enough, going to the children's ward and sneaking them candy when she knew it wouldn't cause any trouble for their health, etc. But now that she was older, now that was really immersed in the lifestyle, she hated it. She hated knowing that three out of five times she would come to visit her mother, someone she knew was going to be there for something. And when it came to people she knew on a more personal level... When it was family... Feeling a small nudge on her back, Bree grumbled, hopping down from the tall ledge. "Fine." she bit back, smacking her mother's pen that she'd used to prod her.

As soon as she opened the door, her anxiety went away. All it took to make her calm down was that first step. Now that she saw Ryder though, a different kind of anxiety started to bubble up inside of her. "You look like shit," she stated simply, swallowing the tremble in her voice that she could feel fighting to escape. She didn't falter in her approach, she couldn't. The second she let herself show her concern, she would break and Ryder was broken enough for the both of them. "I have magic powers, didn't you know?" was all Bree could muster in way of sarcasm, offering him a small smirk and giving him the worst set of jazz hands she could as she sat at the edge of his bed, nudging him gently with her hip as if to prove she was real and actually there. "I know everything. Including that you look like shit."

[breeaser]

Twitter - @sammyevans

@sammyevans: I have vodka, I have a broken truck that could probably get to the edge of town and I've got tune-age. Who's joining me?

@breenoelle: @sammyevans You know I'm always down for a little escape. You gonna come sweep me off my feet and whisk me away from this hell hole, Sammy?

[breeaser]

Dear person I like

Who are you? What’s your five year plan? How’s your credit score? Do you want kids? Do you have kids? Are you allergic to dogs? What is your stance on pre-marital sex? Have you ever been convicted of a crime? Do you mind if I have been? Who is your favorite Teletubby? If I sent you a text saying leave me alone, would you?

XOXO,

I Don’t Like People.

[breeaser]

Dear dad,

You’re a coward and a shell of a man. You got less than what you deserved and I hope you get caught on the wrong side of a blade.

XOXO,

Your Lil’ Slugger.

[breeaser]

socjeffy:

yawn, you’re boring Bree. Really, get some new material.

You want new material? Okay. How about nobody gives a flying fart about your day, Feminem? Nobody cares that you had “one of those days”, because nobody cares about your day, period. You latch yourself on like a parasitic leech and it’s truly one of the hardest Try Not To Cringe challenges I’ve ever witnessed. It’s not like I , or anybody else, wants to see it either. I honestly avoid being anywhere near you in the hallways because just know that if Jeff Sterling is around, Sebastian Smythe isn’t too far either because you are attached to him like the worst kind of bleached asshole. Everybody notices too, not just me. But does anybody say anything? No. Why? Because nobody can figure out how high or low you are on the damn spectrum and they don’t want to be accused of a hate crime. Except for maybe Adrian, and thank the over-privileged stars for his ass, because it just proves at least someone on the North hasn’t been overcome by your toxic fumes. Well guess what, Ellen? I don’t give a flying fuck! You’re skeevy. You’re creepy. And literally ZERO people care about how your day actually goes. So next time you want to post online and whine in hopes of getting someone to coddle you and give you a fraction of the attention you wish your parents would give you? Just, y’know, don’t.

[breeaser]

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[ the next day ]

Riley: Thank you, you sweet angel, for letting me crash at your place.

Riley: And providing pizza and no pant-ness.

Bree: Um, of course! Mi casa es su casa.

Bree: Y mis pantalones son tus pantalones? Inono, man, but you know I've always got you covered...or uncovered. Whichever, lol.

[breeaser]

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Riley: More of u for me, duhhhhhh boo

Riley: I wouldnt dream f it

Bree: That's what I thought. ;)

Bree: Not drunk or really not drunk, you never fail to always be so good to me.

[breeaser]

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Riley: xoxoxo

Riley: Good bc more 4me!

Riley: Fiiiiiiiiiine.

Bree: Wait, more of me for you? Or more of them?

Bree: Don't make me jealous now. ;)

[breeaser]

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Riley: thanks luv

Riley: ok but truuuuu, si tru

Riley: i'm at a house like pretty close to minesa so ill just walk towards thay way

Bree: Anytime. ;)

Bree: I quit all of them.

Bree: Walk towards the light, Ri. Walk towards the light.

Bree: But also, I'm reinstalling it, not because I don't trust your bitch ass, but because I don't trust your bitch ass, lol.

[breeaser]

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Riley: i try!

Riley: who? im ur friend (I-:

Riley: uhhhhhh, lemme check

Bree: You succeed.

Bree: Any of the boys in our most inner of circles. I quoted Pokemon, gdi.

Bree: Do not make me reinstall my locator app to find you, lol.

[breeaser]

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Riley: Omg the best

Riley: I can b there in a bit.

Bree: Right?! You too, can be the very best. Like no-one ever was.

Bree: ...This is why I can't be friends with these fuckers anymore!

Bree: Yay! Where you at now?

[breeaser]

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Riley: OMFG BREEEEEEEEEEEE !!!

Riley: Where are u right ow?

Bree: In bed, sans pants.

Bree: Come join me? I have pizza.

[hickeybyjake-blog]

greasemonkey-ryder:

You’re as big of an asshole as Smythe if you think it’s okay to say an eight year old is going to be a stripper one day. How would you feel if someone said that shit about Sarah? If you wouldn’t do the same then you’re a shittier brother than you already are. 

Classic Jake, getting all cocky when you know you’re gonna lose. I would normally take pity on you. But right now all I want is to give you the beating you deserve. 

I never said it was okay. But you going after Madison about getting dumped by her brother wasn’t cool either.

Classic Lynn, still running your stupid mouth. Are we doing this or not? I’m getting real sick of your face.

[breeaser]

Enough. It’s like watching Mom and Dad fight and while us kids know you’re getting a divorce, one of you just can not let go. Bicker all you want, but know when to fucking end it. You two don’t want to be friends anymore for whatever godforsaken reason? Fine. But stop dragging it out. Just stop talking to each other. It’s not that hard. Because if I find out either of you laid a hand on the other, I will end the both of you, no matter who fucking started it. I don’t give a shit about your little feud, but I will not let you two make a further fucking mockery of my family.

[breeaser]

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RILEY: I'm nto drunk.....

RILEY: But ur sexyyyy so, thanks for the face xox

Bree: It's been a minute since you thanked me for blessing you with my presence.

Bree: But you're obviously welcome. And since you know I only hang with pretty bitches, good lookin' out yourself. ;)

[breeaser]

greaserstevie:

I find that very hard to believe, Bree. You’re free to come show me how much you hate it, though.

Have I ever lied to you? That requires pants and I’m just not able to deal with that level of commitment today, babe. You know where I stay though.

[greaserstevie-blog1]

Apparently Walmart is the best fucking place to look for hook-ups… even I am surprised. You’ll find the thirstiest people near the sodas. Coincidence? I think not. I somehow have found some kind of underground meeting place for horny people. My life’s wild.

[breeaser]

I hate everything about your dumb face, Stevie Evans. Every little thing.