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@byandrews
𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 / 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃
mia: LMFAOOOO THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK BOO
mia: ......... i'm pleading the fifth
mia: not even in your dreams andrews bc EW !!
isaac: yo wtf for real?
isaac: that's not funny though khalifa that's slander
isaac: ...
isaac: yeah whatever i was just joking anyway dont be dramatic
colorme-stasia:
the confusion clearly etched into his features only made her more self conscious about refusing. it would have been harmless. it wasn’t like she was completely diving into something harder. but she couldn’t let herself. no matter the temptation. it had been too long. too much of a struggle. “good. glad to hear it.” the words barely acknowledged as words. more as a formality. when the next words hit her ears, her stomach seemingly turned into steel. sinking down into a never ending pit. “wasn’t exactly my choice.” her voice hidden under her breath. the brunette wasn’t lying. after consideration by many a mental health professional, it was decided she needed to leave the city. leave the buildings that stood like monuments of her internal battle. abandon her name. cast it aside. shed it like it wasn’t even her who went through the things she did. saw the things she did. that name died when she witnessed everything. nails dragged across her palm. eyes met with the joint being offered once more. it wasn’t regressing. was it? no. it was letting herself enjoy the little things in life. this didn’t mean anything. she wasn’t less of a person. was she? the internal battle stopped when stasia’s hand grabbed the joint out of his and placed it in her own mouth, taking a small hit before handing it back. “one hit and a glass of wine. think you can meet me half way? for a friend?”
disappearing from the city night life wasn’t necessarily his choice either, so he could certainly comprehend the mumble of words. although isaac couldn’t explain it there was slight relief when stasia eventually grabbed the joint. he could understand change. for he, himself, is no longer the guy he was in high school but he still hated it all the same. the relief stemmed from a very selfish place. not wanting others to do better especially those who have such a close link to who he was before lockwood. that internal battle the brunette was going through was lost on his end, all suspicion had already simmered when he watched her take a hit. accepting the joint back between his fingers he bends down, stubbing the marijuana cigarette against cement to put it out and save for a rainy day. or later that night. “ wine ? are you fifty ? ” it’s an attempt to break the ice. things are weird. which may be a given for two friends who dropped communication all of a sudden. “ yeah, of course, for a friend. ” he agrees, one hit & a glass of wine he can settle for, somewhat reluctantly but not enough to show it. his head nods towards the house, hands pushing into pockets. “ what if we just steal a bottle ? ” his voice is lowered, eyebrows pushing upwards as an impudent but amusing grin is worn.
𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 / 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃
mia: i'm hinting that you should probs take care of your woman next time
mia: fuck off
mia: i mean... yeah it's been a while BUT STILL FUCK OFF
isaac: fuck u no ones ever faked for me
isaac: why? did someone tell u they faked for me?
isaac: aye, come thru i can prove it.
𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 / 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃
mia: stop faking your orgasms!!
mia: look at him with cold, unimpressed eyes until he either shamefully bows out or does his fucking job !!
mia: wait shhitt this isn't cassie
mia: BUT MY ADVICE STILL STANDS !!!!!!
isaac: lmao
isaac: you hinting at something?
isaac: cause if ur not orgasming mia you can always hmu
viktcrr:
the voice is familiar to viktor, not yet recognizable but enough to make him turn his head with a slight curiosity, features already pulled into a disinterested expression, only to knit together into something indescribable moments afterwards. “andrews,” he greets, last name only, tone empty - a passive aggressive bite into a twizzler he’d been snacking on. his mind’s littered with the remains of destroyed art projects, ruined sketches that should’ve had their rightful place in viktor’s AP portfolio, only to end up shoddily taped back together and shoved in the back of a drawer at home, unwilling to throw them away. it’s the memories that come before facial recognition, that remind him of who he’s speaking to - viktor’s different now, than in high school. it just hadn’t ever been clear if it’d been for better or for worse. “you want my help.” it’s a statement - not a question, a blank stare with dark bags beneath his eyes - viktor laughs, a single laugh, as if it’d been funny in some way. “that’s cute.” in high school, viktor had dreams of fighting isaac, it flashed behind his eyes every time something of his was destroyed - he’d always resisted. it wasn’t that he had a grip on his own impulses - but tatiana had. she’d been there, at the end of the day, calling viktor down as if he’d been a particularly bad mannered dog, one on the verge of being sent to the pound if he bit the neighbor again. tatiana was dead, now, though, and viktor was left in an overgrown backyard, ‘beware of dog’ sign hanging to the fence by a single ziplock. “what, you don’t find starry night erotic? sexy, even? were you going to just, fucking, jerk it beneath the table when you saw a pair of marble tits or were you going to load up the powerpoints late at night beneath your fucking TMNT bedsheets?” they’re biting words - fighting words, another bite into his twizzler stick but much more aggressive - viktor laughs, again, spitting licorice, wagging the candy at isaac, “you’re a fucking funny man, andrews.”
his chuckle remains dry, it releases each time viktor lets out his own laugh. picking up on clues had never been his strong suit but it was obvious, even to him, that animosity continued to float above the two. ( rightfully so ! ) his attempt to not offend the guy leads him to treading his actions lightly. a nod, another release of a chuckle. “ no, i wasn’t gonna - ” jerk it beneath the table. perhaps at any other moment that would have been funny but right now he felt like it only shoved forth the ideas viktor must have remembered from school. isaac andrews, the skeezy, douchebag football player. the longer he looks at him the more he recalls the wrong he’s done. the more his guilt begins to fill him with shame. isaac is completely & utterly at his mercy, yet he refuses to even whisper a proper apology. NOT NOW. though owed to viktor, without a doubt, his ability to form one - to look weak - was nonexistent. his eyes still read of disdain, not much has changed on that end but he wonders if viktor sees a difference in isaac’s eyes. at least he hoped so. they were no longer fueled by hate, just regret. the words spoken beforehand would have likely set him off a few years ago. however there was no longer any blood boiling beneath his skin well there was, but he bit it down. “ yeah, alright. that’s fair. um, what if i pay you ? you know like under the table tutoring shit ? ”
@romeofredette ) “ hey, yo, rome ! ” was it necessary to shorten an already short name ? not at all. however a five letter word with three syllables seemed far too formal for isaac, hence the need for an alteration. one romeo surely should have been used to by now. “ you got class ? ‘cause if you’re free you should let me beat your ass on the track. ” a high five was given to someone passing by as he officially caught up with his friend. isaac was searching for an excuse - a distraction really. minutes earlier shaky fingers ended a disappointing phone call; his foot tapping against carpeted floors as a hand rubbed over his face in an attempt to suppress his tears. but like most things he’ll pretend it didn’t happen, and it’s quite easy to do so when competition is in the air. “ come on, ‘less you’re gonna act like a pussy. ”
@scige ) isaac liked to consider himself a responsible drinker. as responsible as one could be while also being extremely chaotic. nevertheless, he had rules for himself, the two most important being: don’t get cross-faded & never drink heavily the night before an early practice. but as he sits on a curb outside of a house party, his head resting in his hands with groans releasing from drunken lips, he’s come to realize that both of those rules have been broken. hence why, pnly moments earlier, he tapped saige on the shoulder and asked her to come outside with him with the idea that he ( needed to speak to her ). it wasn’t necessarily true. however romeo was no where to be found & saige was the only other person he felt comfortable throwing up around if needed. thankfully, it wasn’t needed yet. he looks up, forgetting already that he had asked her to follow him outside and offers a genuinely happy grin. “ holy shit, saige, when’d you get here ? ” words came out slightly slurred but excited nonetheless & at least the tug in his stomach telling him he should be kneeling over a toilet bowl stopped. “ a party’s not a party without fucking saige ! when we go back in there we’re gonna take a shot, alright ? in your honor. ”
@viktcrr ) he can recall moments of passing by the kid’s table; observing dark images drawn from an undeniably talented hand but isaac, at that age, never felt the need to compliment his art. instead he felt an impulse to grab the paper and rip it up, an animalistic instinct that helped him thrive on top of the high school food chain - at least that was his excuse. now, being in college, he can’t remember if he ever actually acted on that impulse what he does remember is viktor constantly being at the end of an angry, repressed child’s rage. he’s hesitant on approaching him now, watching him seemingly mind his own business, it’s as if isaac doesn’t know how to act since bullying is no longer second nature. “ hey, man. ” he decided was a neutral greeting, soft, unlike how it was in high school and not just because of tatiana. although her unfortunate demise certainly had a lot to do with the isaac’s sudden kinder approach. “ so, i’m taking an art history class this semester and, uh, i remember art’s always been your thing from, like, school and all and i was wondering, you know if you ever have time, if you could -- if you want -- to help me out with it ? ” someone passing by may have thought they just witnessed isaac shooting his shot with how evidently nervous he is. “ i kind of just thought we’d be observing a lot of nude paintings the whole time. ” he lets out a chuckle, hoping viktor would see the humor in his words and laugh too.
colorme-stasia:
the creak of her leather jacket as she shifted uncomfortably was almost deafening to her out in the night. the memories that came flooding back even as he just said her name were almost too much to handle. were there happy memories in those past years when she was wild? hell yeah. and was isaac part of them? no doubt. there were some genuinely fun times mixed in with all of the nonsense. all of the intoxication. all of the stupid decisions. the good times sprouted like flowers attempting to end a harsh winter. but a flower patch that did not make. her name brought everything back. she might as well have been seventeen again, waifish, so high she couldn’t remember where she lived. putting on a soft smile, stasia walked forward towards the male. words weren’t coming easily, but she always seemed to be able to put it on when the time called for it. “yeah fucking way.” she responded with a light laugh. fingers kept playing with her hair, a habit she had picked up to deal with nerves. “the one and only.” when he paused as he commented on how she looked, stasia couldn’t help but nod. cheeks were a little fuller, eyes a little less sunken in, hair now left in its natural curly state instead of being attacked with a straightener and usually cut quite short, dark clothes replaced with a few pops of color. it was almost as if she appeared to be an alternate reality version of herself. maybe what she would have looked like if things hadn’t gone south all those years ago. “well, thanks. you look good.” eyes finally focused on the joint in his hands. it wasn’t the worst thing she ever did. far from it. but she had sworn off it all a long time ago. taking it would be a step back. regression. “uh, nah but thanks though. how’ve you been?”
there were no attempts to hide his confusion, his amazement, when she turned down taking a hit of his joint. it wasn’t just that she said no. he wasn’t that entitled women’s rights & shit. he was all for it. no, it was WHO said no. because whether or not the students of lockwood heard whispers about the tales of anastasia, it wasn’t the same as being there during the time. “ yeah, alright, cool. i’ve been good. ” he sucks in a breath, giving her another once-over. “ i mean, you’re the one who disappeared so i should be asking you that. ” he reminded her, the smoke of his marijuana passing through lips as he did so but turning his head away as to not blow it entirely in her face. it may sound like bitterness is hanging loosely in the air between them but he held no resentment towards his old friend - at least not that he’s aware of. isaac had known that a friendship purely bonded because of alcohol and drugs was a temporary one at best. one of them would have outgrown the other but he honestly never imagined it would have been her. “ which is exactly why you owe me a hit. ” he continues, offering the joint up to her once more. “ or a drink or something at least. one of the ones you make where there’s more alcohol than mixer, you know? we got a lot of catching up to do. ”
hi, hello ! i don’t have much going on with isaac right now so please ( LIKE ) for a starter from him ! i’ll probably pop over to your messenger to plot some more out a bit if needed !
miaxcs:
with a cup of coffee in her hand, the brunette casually walked out of the kitchen of alpha pi as if she was a resident herself ; an oversized male t-shirt still covering her up as she woke up from a good night’s sleep just five minutes later. to anyone who didn’t know her, it certainly did look like she was a girlfriend to one of the boys upstairs ; until the reality of the fact she liked sleeping at her friend’s beds after a long night of partying came to the light of day. walking out in the backyard to catch some sunlight, mia was more than surprised when someone called out ; slightly jumping as she turned around. “ dude, it’s early, “ was the reply she gave him as she shileded her eyes from the sun to look at him ; brows knitting together. with a small sigh, she wandered over to the first chair available to sit down and bring her legs up, taking a sip of her coffee. “ you’re asking the wrong person, i’m not that smart, “ she then stated, running fingers through her messy hair before looking over at him again. “ what are you doing, anyway ? “
his eyes glance over to the watch strapped around his wrist when mia mentions how early it is. isaac managed to get a total of three hours of sleep but a voicemail he received the night before about how fucked he’d be if he failed another class was what convinced him to wake up and stay up. so he bullshitted his way through two papers papers already and was attempting to do the same to a third. yet he realized it was a lot harder to do so when you actually needed to read a book to gain information. however, the smell of coffee, seeing steam rise from the girl’s cup woke up some more of his senses. “ learning about monkeys and shit. ” he responds with a mumble, a shrug as he closes his book, picks himself up from the ground and makes his way towards the other. which, any one who had the disadvantage of being around him when mia was also around would know him abandoning his studies to mess with her was nothing new. in fact some may wonder why he didn’t shut his book sooner. “ what d’ya got ? ” he asks, as if the sudden aroma of coffee filling the air didn’t already give him a hint. “ gimme some. you didn’t bring me any coffee ? ” funnily enough - to him, likely not to her - isaac didn’t find himself craving the caffeine until she had some for herself, and going inside to get his own cup would have been too much of a challenge. “ come on, that’s the only reason we keep you around. ”
wclfic:
A SHAKE OF HER HEAD and harper walks slowly over towards him . “ nope , don’t know anything about it , sorry bud . ” she says with a shrug of her shoulders as she exhales the smoke of her cancer stick . “ why ? you doing some last minute assignment and don’t know what to write ? ” she questions as her eyes trail down the male as she takes a puff of her almost finished cigarette . moving to sit beside him , she looks over at his work . “ maybe i can help though , you know GOOGLE can be your best friend at times like this . ” she says with a smile and flickers her cigarette away . “ and for the record , i’m pretty sure we used to be apes , not gorillas ──── i think there is a difference , i could be wrong though . ” she says as she shrugs her shoulders .
“ ch’yeah, always. ” doing last minute assignments had become his forte. he uses the excuse of having his best work done under pressure but that just wasn’t true. not all of the time. instead, as his dad would suggest, he was merely lazy. a chuckle fumbles out with diffidence, eyes remaining on the pages before him, it’s all very unlike him but his confidence when it came to schoolwork - or rather his education in general, had been minimized over the past few weeks. the result of dissenting words spewed constantly by a commanding voice & he was beginning to believe that voice. “ shit,. gorillas, apes, fucking koala bears - i don’t know. what’s the difference ? ” besides, you know, everything. even so, he goes back to what she suggested before: google. “ google, like for cheating ? ” he asks as if he were completely & totally against the idea. feigning ignorance, like he’s never cheated on a test before. like getting a D on a paper and then a B minus on the next had everything to do with his hard work and not with sliding money to one of his classmates. before he could get back to what exactly he wanted her to google, he sees recognition over her face. tilting his head at the other, he can’t help but feel a tad guilty when he couldn’t put a name to the face. “ you’re - i’ve seen you in the gym before, right ? yeah, like, grinding nonstop - what’re you a fucking tutor too ? ” he asks jokingly, poking at how soon she was able to help, even if it weren’t ethical. “ nah, but we should swap routines sometime. when’s your leg days ? ”
colorme-stasia:
parties were somewhere stasia tried to avoid these days. temptations lurked in every corner, inviting her into the world she once knew. the one she could hardly remember thanks to the numerous substances she used to pump through her body. but it was like she came out of the medically induced coma a different person. she went in a seventeen year old who didn’t know how what to do with all the grief so she tried to numb the pain so much, she overdosed. now? she wasn’t sure who she was now. all she hoped was that she was a better person. stasia only found herself at this party because the hosts were a few close friends from her art classes. she promised she’d come, hoping it’d be a chill night and all she indulged in was a glass of wine. boy, how wrong she was. every person there seemed to not only not be a part of the circle of friends she thought it was going to be, and that they seemingly multiplied, everyone attending appeared to be some form of intoxicated. it all became a bit too much for the brunette and she decided she needed a break. the cool air of the night felt like coming up for air when you had been holding your breath for minutes on end. the girl popped a piece of gum in her mouth (a habit she had replaced smoking with) and shoved her hands in her pockets, walking away from the vibrating music of the house. however, the serenity was short lived when she noticed a figure standing not too far from her, leaning against the walls of the house. and it was a figure she recognized. isaac. and with that, stasia quickly pivoted on her heels in an attempt to avoid any awkwardness. but that seemingly was never in the cards for her.
@byandrews
the sound of his phone buzzing, an address sent with beer emojis: that’s usually how isaac found himself at someone’s party. keyword, someone, he didn’t always know the host. & for what it’s worth, as long as you bring a bottle you don’t always need to know the host. he had already made his way inside, pushing past groups of people, grabbing a can of beer and trading money for product with a dealer. the next step: actually smoking the product.
there’s a blunt hanging from his lips now, inhaling before the sound of someone else exiting the house gets his attention. one simple glance. then another. there was something familiar about the person. perhaps their stature was what made him take another look. eyebrows furrowing together as he attempts to remember where he knew her from. and then it hit him, the smell of his marijuana and sound of the blasting music helped jog his memory. “ no fucking way, ” his words release in the form of a mumble, pushing himself up from the wall, a chortle slipping past lips as he makes his way towards her. towards anastasia. “ ana fucking stasia ! holy shit ! ” if there were an attempt to get away from him, it came to no avail when he jogged right in front of her. “ no fucking way. ” isaac was beginning to sound like a broken record of surprise but he was truly astonished. he couldn’t recall the last time he saw her but he knew it was years. “ you look - ” completely and totally fucking sober ? not like the girl he’d pop pills with in an abandoned bathroom or snuck into clubs with ? was any of that okay to say ? likely not. “ i mean, you look different. want a hit ? ” there was no better way to say it’s been awhile than to pass over some hash.
azulmonterrey:
azul stopped on her tracks, eyebrows raised at his first question only going higher at his second one. “first of all, that’s not how you get a girl’s attentions unless you wanna get kicked in the shins — i would, but these shoes are too soft and i don’t wanna get dents on them,” she said, lifting a finger at him as she berated him. “and second of all, i was never a monkey of any kind, feel like that should be fairly obvious — maybe try stopping some nerd next time you’re trying to start a conversation with bullshit like that, because as pick-up line it’s almost insulting.”
amusement is the first look to show over his once confused facade, eyes following the pointed finger as a cocky smirk slides over his lips. he waits, allowing her to finish yet the smirk never leaves. no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. “ yeah, alright. that’s my bad. ” one nod a half-ass apology, seeming as if he’s completely given up but the smirk has moved into a full on grin at this point. “ got your attention though, didn’t it ? ” he uses one hand to shut the book that was open on his lap, abandoning it quickly as he stands up, book in hand. “ maybe that’s all i wanted. just your attention n’all. ”
his legs are opened slightly, only apart far enough to balance books on his knees as his back sits against a brick wall. a laptop sits on one side of him, a football on the other. for anyone who knew isaac, seeing a pencil in his hand where a shot glass usually sits is strange but desperate times call for desperate measures. and those measures are what convinces him to get the attention of the next person walking past him. “ yo ! ” his simple but improper greeting is followed with a HEAD NOD, a coy smile that usually got him in trouble. “ know anything about anthropology ? ” the inquiry is genuine , in spite of the fact that he knows he’ll probably just pay someone to do his work for him. “ is the whole point that this darwin dude and his boyfriend wallace say we all used to be gorillas ? it’s cool and all but who gives a shit ? ”
