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If you were on a deserted island and you could only take one person with you, who would be? Pick well or you'll be dead...

That's really hard, because. If I think who I won't fight and would pass for sure a great time, will be Noah. However, Noah is very strong but a little lazy with somethings, and he would be quiet a lot. Maybe I could choose Ryan, he normally do what I want and he is strong too, but we fight a lot. So, I would end up choosing Mike, he would have the determination to make us survive, we normally don't fight, and for other reasons on my own.

can i draw you like one of jack's french girls

ilI took a time to understand. But, "oui!" I like to be in nude.

what's your best quality in your opinion?

I think I'm a good friend. Friend , not girlfriend. But really, I think is this.

But if you meant phycally I would say my toes, there are gorgeous.

was "follow you" really written for you?

That you have to ask to the composer of the song, nony, not me.

#petri responde ai #nunca tinha usado esse que linda

do you have any bad habits because i feel like you don't

I had too go to rehab because of a bad habit, gray. kkkkkkkk But now I come back to perfection. Not close.

What's your biggest sexual fantasy?

I have so many, I like to do different things, I think it is interestings. Now I'm exporing have sex without any drugs involve, right? Which is kind of hard, because I was used to that. But at the same way I'm really noticing now that I really love to have sex and that connection, but I like the adrenaline too. So, public places. Just catch me around the corner, or in the room of someone else, kitchen with people in the house, anywhere. That's my fantasy today, closily getting cought.

What was the worst tattoo you've done on someone?

I think when I started, when I didn't know that there was my passion, and I was just a girl with a tattoo gun. We were drunk, of course, and my friend asked to tattoo him with the first thing that come to my mind, because he want to remember me , Idk. I was high and we just had sex. So I was thinking of... you know, his junk. I was too high. The drawing itself wasn't bad, but the place he choose was in his lowerback. Again, I was too high for that.

THOUGHTS ON CANADA - not noah

My thought : Waiting to my best friend @fitznoah take me there.

The Other Thought: Tv Shows

#noah&brook trip

choose one song to listen forever

That's hard, but I think I'm suppose to say Arabella, right? Best friends writing for me and that stuff. It is special.

#gif dela dançando feliz

Is it true that you were in rehab for over six months? Did you tell anyone about it?

My question is how do you know that?

But ok, It's true, now I'm again an open book. Only Ryan knew in the begining, than Noah. Mike and Troye, I think if they knew was only when I went out, but I'm not sure of that. Maybe everybody knew.

#secretos secretos

fmk(ill) w/ the roots

I like to play that... Let me see.

F: Petri, because I have my reasons.

M: Mike, because I think he is the only that would acept me as wifey.

K(ill): Noah, only in this game because if I put him in other place, Maya would end up killing me. Jk.

#ai como minha bb é linda

do you think you would have chances of a reconciliation with your ex boyfriend?

Honestly, no. To be friend as was before, I wish.

#ela tem que ser honesta ela

ryanmavee:

- You’re not, there are worst kind, trust me. - falou mexendo o polegar no braço dela para reconforta-la. Uma leve risada saiu de sua garganta com a brincadeira dela - That’s true. - brincou, mexendo a cabeça assentindo. Ryan a olhava de longe agora, tinham conversado sobre tantas coisas nos últimos meses, ela tinha lhe dito tanta coisa que ainda se surpreendia por não ter dito nada a ela sobre sua família. O hacker lutava com Brooklyn para ela não ter vergonha e confiar em seus amigos enquanto ainda escondia todo seu passado deles - That was my pleasure. - comentou tentando melhorar a energia que o quarto tinha sido carregado. - They will, Brook. You have to trust in your friendship. - falava de maneira sincera para ela - And in any case, you must give them the right to choose, get everything right or no longer see you. It’s fair. - porpôs para ela, agora ele se aproximando dessa vez olhando a poucos centímetros ela pintando a parede, até ouvi-la falar do ex - No, no, Pearce. Now you are only seeing one possible future. So don’t. - falou tirando o pincel da mão dela fazendo com que ela tivesse toda atenção em si . - He doesn’t hate you. He was hurt, disappointed, sad and other things. But It’s been 9 months or more right? - olhou para ela tendo agora a mão no seu rosto - You did a shitty thing. But he still loves you, not like in a romantic way, but a different form of love. - mergulhava toda vez que a tinha tão perto como se um ímpeto do passado o empurrasse para frente. - You have to give a chance to know what will happen, not create hindrance in your mind. - tocava na pele dela delicadamente com seu polegar - And if they don’t want you back, my phone will be always charge to your random text. -

Suspirou voltando seu corpo para ele. Durante os meses ainda se pegava pensando que nunca desde que conhecera Ryan imaginaria que em seu maior momento de fraqueza ele que estaria ali para lhe apoiar. Não por culpa dos outros, mas na verdade ela só tinha dado abertura para o espanhol, ou com uma mensagem, ou quando fugia indo para onde estaria ou atualmente tendo ele nos seus contatos de emergência. Sempre soube da preocupação dele, mas chegar a esse ponto sem ter um vínculo maior que apenas uma amizade construída por amigos em comum, tinha a surpreendido. Às vezes se questionava caso ela tivesse dado uma chance para ele tempos atrás, se ela o destruiria ou se ele já a reconstruiria. Com a cabeça que tinha anos atrás ela já sabia a resposta. Escutou tudo que ele falava atentamente tentando transformar em verdade, por mais que seu ímpeto próprio construísse uma barreira sobre isso. - I hate your wisdom, sometimes. - falou com ele perto de si e passando a mão na bochecha retirando algumas lágrimas dali - Maybe I will follow your advice. - sorriu de lado e sem falar nada o abraçou passando algum tempo ali nos braços dele - Thank you. - foi só o que falou antes de se soltar dele e os dois voltarem a pintar o quarto.

Message to Blue Eyes

*30 minutes*

petri: that is not necessary

petri: i m fine

*2 minutes*

petri: we r fine

petri: dont worry

brook: i think it is petri

brook: you probably think you are fine or that we are because we didn't see each other since them

brook: since when i told you

*10 minute*

brook: many things happened...

*5 minute*

brook: I think we need this talk, petri

brook: and if after that you just don't want to see me again, it's fine.

#sms

ryanmavee:

- Brooklyn, you had a reason. - falou olhando para ela - But now you don’t have, you must talk to them. - insistiu, mas mexeu a cabeça se levantando quando viu as primeiras lágrimas escorrerem no rosto dela - Wait, B., breathe, just breathe… - se aproximou dela tocando em seus braços e utilizando seu polegar para limpar seu rosto - We hurt other people. Everyone. It’s a bad thing but a human thing. - seu dedo desceu até o queixo dela e voltou para seus braços tentando conforta-la. - And I’m a grown man, you did made me do anything, I choose to do that things. So that’s my problem. - falou olhando diretamente para ela com um sorriso do canto dos lábios.- And you didn’t hurt me, I was the one that stood on your toes , annoying and worried about you. And that wasn’t my job. - falava de maneira mais leve para tirar qualquer peso que ela sentia por algo relacionado a ele - The reason I’m here it’s the same they will be here and forgive you when you explain everyhting. I love you as they do. - tinha um sorriso sincero nos lábios com os olhos mergulhados nos dela. Era irônico como o sentimento que tinha por Brooklyn sempre era intenso mas com o tempo já tinha mudado tantas vezes, que durante os anos a torna-la uma parte de uma vida.

Brooklyn abaixou a cabeça agora sentindo as mãos dele apertar seus braços tentando conforta-la. Perdera as contas quantas vezes isso já tinha acontecido nos últimos meses, como conseguia se tornar tão vulnerável mesmo com ele ali. Antigamente isso era tão raro que poucos vezes, até pelos seus melhores amigos ela permitiria alguém lhe ver naquele estado. Depois de tudo que passou aprendera a confiar em Ryan, de verdade. Fazia os comandos dele sentindo o toque no seu rosto, gostava dele perto de si. - Sometimes I think I’m the worst kind of it. - falou em um tom baixo quase inaudível. Uma risada leve saiu da garganta de Brook, fazendo ela olhar para ele - Now you are underrating my power over you, Mavee. - brincou no mesmo tom que o hacker mas ainda sem permanecer com um sorriso nos lábios por muito tempo. Brooklyn agora suspirou se distância um pouco para olhar diretamente para ele - It wasn’t but If you did do that I don’t know where I would be now. - falou com um sorriso no canto dos lábios - So I have to thank you for being annoying. - falou dando de ombros, mas sua expressão voltou ao que era antes - They won’t, they don’t. - falou em um tom normal porém decepcionado - And I don’t blame them for that, I don’t think I just want me back. - se distanciou dele voltando a pegar o pincel, ficando por alguns segundos em silêncio - Petri wouldn’t want ever to see my face again. - afirmou mordendo o lábio inferior por culpa - They are a band. Now they’re becaming more famous and gaining oportunity, I don’t want to be one more reason to make them fight. - tinha sinceridade na voz por mais que não gostasse de ouvir aqui.

ryanmavee:

Ryan então fez um careta para ela com sua primeira frase e depois ficou sério com a segunda - You didn’t call any one? Not even Noah? - perguntou um tanto perplexo deixando o rolo de tinta no chão e virando todo seu corpo para ela - He must be worried. It’s been, what, three months that you didn’t talk to him? - falou olhando para ela - You know that you have to talk to them someday, right? All of them.- perguntava algo óbvio que já deveria ter acontecido na vida de Brooklyn desde que tinha saído da reabilitação ou até antes. Suspirou se distanciando e sentando em uma cadeira de plástico que tinha no meio do quarto - What’s the problem, Brook? What are you afraid now? - apoiava os cotovelos nas pernas olhando para ela de longe, querendo entender o que se passava em sua cabeça.

Brooklyn suspirou com as falas do homem que agora sentava no meio do quarto a olhando, esperando que ela lhe desse motivos ou explicações. - I didn’t talk to anyone, Ryan. Not even my mom. - falou fingindo indiferença continuando a pintar. Escutou ele e parou mexendo a cabeça - I know, I know. “Someday”, not today, or this week, or even this year. - falou agora apoiando o pincel no chão e olhando para ele. - It’s not about of being afraid - passou a mão na cabeça, por alguns segundos deixando o silêncio se instalar - I disappeared. I just stop everything. - suspirou olhando para ele - My phone have million messages from months ago, and I know they worry but I hurt them. - abaixou a cabeça - I’ve only asked you to tell Noah when I had runway twice. Troye only knows because you were drunk and I was disturbing you to know about Petri, and even though, it’s been only a month that he knows. - suspirou mexendo a cabeça - I made you lie to your best friends, and trust me Mavee, you are not the best liar. I wanted to know about them, and you had to lie to Mike saying I was in a stupid trip, and you only knew because of Max. I made you do that, I’m responsible for that. - as lágrimas começavam a cair, era algo que estava cotidianamente acontecendo agora em sua vida. - I cheated on Petri, with your ex. I hurt him, and didn’t give any explantion, only that was who I am. - passou a mão no rosto limpando as lágrimas com raiva - Fuck, what shitty person I am. - reclamou de se própria mexendo a cabeça - I hurt you, Mavee, many times, and I used you, and you are still here. Why? I don’t know. But I don’t have the face to do the same thing with them. - suspirou olhando diretamente nos azuis dos olhos dele - That’s the problem. -

Message to Brooklyn

petri: idk, fine, i guess

petri: u should ask them

*5 minutes*

petri: sorry brooklyn, but what you want?

brook: yeah, maybe i will

brook: i just wanna talk

brook: right my wrongs , idk

*20 minutes*

brook: i miss your talk

#sms

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