LOCALS only ! *

multimuse for bankshq / penned by vic

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@abandonmxnt @heartsunnys​

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There was about her a wildness that flashed in her eyes. She was spoiled and beautiful and easily bored. She was either fiercely excited or cool and detached.

Kendra Bean, from Vivien Leigh: An Intimate Portrait (via violentwavesofemotion)

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abandonmxnt​:

His words slapped her in the face, and she recoiled both physically and mentally. He wasn’t immediately recognizable, not someone who she thought would know enough to insult her like that. A second passed, then two then three, and finally she mobilized. Ivy climbed to her feet, dusting the grit from her hands and elbows. The seconds allowed her anxiety to recede and logic to take hold. “Most people in my side of town wouldn’t have bothered acknowledging you, much less apologizing.” She met his gaze, head angling. But she wasn’t most people. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to people out running this early.” Four years had passed since she could be comfortable about anything in the town, but she didn’t say as much. Whoever he was, he didn’t know her, nor did he know enough to understand why she felt so out of touch in the place she’d always called home. “Are you bleeding? My house is like-” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “Three blocks up there.”

 HE  DOESN’T  NEED  TO  BE  A  ROCKET  SCIENCIST  to  see  how  unsavory  his  words  were  to  her.  those  few  seconds  of  silence  between  them  felt  deafening  and  there’s  small  pieces  of  him  that  flood  with  regret.  she  obviously  had  zero  intentions  of  smashing  into  him,  only  the  displeasure  in  the  situation  itself  suffocates  any  and  all  rational  behavior  within  him.  his  mother  would  be  mortified  by  his  actions.  ❝  remind  me  not  to  go  wherever  you’re  from  then.  ❞  he  mumbles,  more  -  so  to  himself  than  to  her,  as  he  wipes  the  back  of  his  hands  on  his  shorts,  rolling  back  his  shoulders  and  checking  his  skin  for  any  evidence  of  the  crash,  though  hearing  her  apologize  has  his  head  jerking  back  upright.  great,  now  he  feels  even  more  like  a  dick.  ❝  ―  whatever,  it’s  fine.  ❞  he  lowers  his  head  once  more  so  that  he  could  check  out  his  calf,  which  was  blooming  with  bits  of  red  blood  from  ripped  skin.  great,  pt  2,  just  another  thing  to  add  onto  his  morning.  off  of   (  a  stupid  )  instinct,  he  wipes  the  blood  with  his  hand  and  shakes  his  head  up  at  her,    ❝  you  want  me  to  go  to  your  place  after  you  just  told  me  about  the  people  on  your  side  of  town  ?  ❞  he  questions,  trying  to  emphasize  on  her  earlier  statement.    ❝  do  you  think  I’m  stupid  ?  ❞

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abandonmxnt​:

It was hard not to feel a small dab of excitement. Marissa had never put much stock in the idea of a party life before, not because she couldn’t use the release, but rather because she always had better things to do. At first, it was studying, doing her best to drag herself out of the tragic hell that was her mother’s downward spiral. Then, it was an affair that ruined her life. Doing something as carefree as a kegstand, as simple as laughing with a friend, was a foreign concept, sure, but she took to it like a fish to water. “Okay,” her laughter covered most of the word. “Alright-” she kicked up, squeezing her eyes as tight as possible. Her arms locked out, some sort of survival mechanism or something considering she wasn’t anywhere close to what the dictionary labeled strong. But…she didn’t fall. Brandon was there. Another set of hands steadied her, too, and after a second or two of trying to remember how to breathe, she opened her eyes. She heard him, of course. She knew she could have waited for him to finish her off, but she was inspired by the adrenaline. Grabbing the spout, she placed it in her mouth and drank until she felt her eyeballs floating. All of three seconds, truly. But it was enough. Wiggling her feet, she let him know she was ready to be flat on the earth once more. 

THE  MOMENT  IS  OVER  BEFORE  brandon  can  really  enjoy  it.  that’s  the  thing  that  sucks  about  adrenaline,  it  almost  always  ends  up  feeling  like  someone’s  pushing  the  fast  forward  button  on  life  right  before  a  person  can  indulge  and  enjoy  themselves.  first  the  brunette  is  up  and  then  she’s  down.  one  minute  he’s  holding  her  up  by  tiny  limbs,  steadying  her  with  the  grace  an  inebriated  soul  like  his  own  should  not  possess,  and  the  next  she’s  back  to  level  ground  like  it  never  happened.  ❝  not  bad,  not  bad,  ❞  after  giving  a  semi  -  thanks  to  the  other  helping  hand,  brandon  turns  in  full  to  his  protégé  with  his  features  splitting  into  a  toothy,  dimple  deepening  grin  despite  the  tiny  smudge  of  disappointment  in  not  getting  a  few  more  seconds  in  with  their  lift.    ❝  we’ll  have  to  work  your  timing,  but  I  see  a  keg  champ  title  in  your  future.    ❞  or  maybe  it’s  just  the  beer  talking.  either  way,  brandon’s  more  pleased  now  that  she  didn’t  yack  anything  up  after  landing.  bonus  points,  because  he’s  definitely  seen  that  happen  more  than  once.    ❝  now,  ❞  taking  a  step  beside  her,  he  loops  an  arm  around  her  shoulders  and  motions  them  forward  to  the  kitchen.    ❝  let’s  go  celebrate  with  some  real  drinks.  ❞  handstands  not  required.

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harvestmooned​:

       “  𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨  𝐚𝐧𝐝  and  juliet,    the  real  forbidden  love  story  is  me  an’  my  fresh  produce.  ”          yes  :    this  is  absolutely  not  the  correct  level  of  small  talk  for  someone  she’s  only  briefly  been  acquainted  with,    but  who  else  is  there  to  hear  her  moot  grievances  ?    she’s  been  away  from  the  georgia  farmlands  for  one  whole  week  and  is  already  begging  to  go  home.          “  y’can’t  tell  me  that  ain’t  the  saddest  shit  you’ve  ever  heard.    back  home  i  got  more  food  than  i  know  what  to  do  with  —-  i  should’a  packed  a  damn  suitcase  full  of  it.  ”

 HIS  SMILE  ONLY  PULLS  at  her  words  since  never  has  he  ever  meet  anyone  so  passionate  about  fresh  produce  that  they’d  name  drop  a  tragedy  just  like  that.  this  is  serious,  he  can  tell.  ❝  I’m  sorry  ,  ❞  the  words  fall  out  of  him  more  like  he’s  trying  to  find  the  right  answer,  question  -  like,  as  if  he’s  unsure  over  how  to  respond  to  this  sudden  agricultural  travesty.  ❝  I  mean,  I  wish  I  could  help,  buuuut,  ❞  anthony  spreads  his  arms  out  wide,  motioning  to  the  space  around  them  like  he’s  trying  to  gather  as  much  of  their  breezy  coastal  surroundings  as  humanely  possible.  between  the  sand,  trees,  and  crashing  of  waves,  anthony  isn’t  entirely  sure  this  person  knew  what  they  were  getting  into  by  coming  here  to  the  outer  banks.  ❝  we  are  on  an  island.  there’s  not  much  of  a  need  for  organic  squash  and  such.  ❞    he  knits  his  brows  together,  ❝  what  are  you  even  looking  for,  anyways  ?  ❞

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heartsunnys​:

@ccrvscendo    /   brandon.

                     “  you  know ,  i  have  half  the  mind  to  say  those  are  not-yo  nachos,  “   the  brunette  eyes  the  male  ,  then  the  plate  of  apps  between  them .   “  but  i’m  a  nice  person  so  i’m  not  going  to .   and  i’m  going  to  share .  “   a  single  chip  is  dip  into  some  extra  queso  &   popped  in  her  mouth .   “  this  is  where  you  say  thank  you ,   sunshine .  “

❝  THEN  I’D  HAVE  TO  BE  the  asshole  that  tells  you  that  your  jokes  are  just  as  bad  as  the  ones  they  have  on  the  back  of  popsicle  sticks.  ❞  he  says,  or  at  least  tries  to,  through  a  mouthful  of  oozy  cheese  and  crunchy  tortilla  chips  before  letting  her  finish  on  the  talk  of  her  being  nice.  as  if  they  hadn’t  already  established  the  whole  ‘  what’s  mine  is  yours  '  portion  of  their  imaginary  friendship  contract.  ❝  and  besides,  ❞  he  takes  hold  of  another  chip,  drowning  dripping  it  dramatically  into  warm  queso.  ❝  it’s  a  known  fact  that  food  just  tastes  better  when  it  comes  from  your  plate.  ❞

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abandonmxnt​:

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The world was barely pink, soft enough to enhance illusions, but not bright enough to solve any real problems. Ivy cut the music when she found her stride. The sound of her feet hitting the pavement settled her. There was something about the rhythmic aggression that made the echo inside her disappear. The running began as a way to acclimate to a new place, tiring herself out enough to crash at night, but soon enough she started depending on the numb high that came after she’d pushed her body just a little too far. Running with an abandon so thorough had its drawbacks, though. Ivy cut the corner by Cherries, deciding to take the long way home, but the split decision didn’t give her the chance to react. To be fair, it wasn’t like she was expecting someone to be walking the sidewalks before sunrise. She put on the breaks, but it was too little too late. Their bodies collided, and she bounced off like a pinball, falling with a less than graceful flair. After a string of breathy cursing, she glanced down to the new hole in her leggings, head shaking at her luck. “Fuck me,” she muttered, only then glancing to her victim. Here she was acting like the victim, and she all but bowled them over. “Well, if you weren’t awake, I’ll bet you are now,” she said, laugh tapering off with uncertainty. 

 IT’S  NOT  SURPRISING  to  find  him  with  his  feet  pounding  against  clean  slices  of  concrete  at  the  peak  of  sunrise.  it’s  not  surprising  that  the  habit’s  been  formed  thanks  to  years  of   enduring  his  father  and  his  persistence  to  shape  his  only  son  into  the  mirror  image  of  the  man  himself.  a  habit  he  often  wishes  he  could  give  up  on  because  it  reminds  him  too  much  of  the  man  who  makes  his  stomach  stitch  up  into  perfectly  made  figure  eight  knots.  music  blast  in  his  ears  as  he  reflects  on  the  realization  that  he  hasn’t  been  running  in  ages,  it  taking  one  run  in  with  aubrey  for  him  to  be  en  route  to  clearing  his  head,  clearly  still  rattled  by  the  blonde  and  her  new  colorful  personalities,  and  falling  back  into  such  habits  he  wishes  he  could  just  give  up  on.  a  foot  lifts  to  speed  up  his  pace,  a  corner  cut  and  a  moment  later  and  his  body  is  doubling  over  onto  the  ground.  all  six  feet  and  two  inches  of  him  clashing  to  earth  quicker  than  bowling  pins.  ❝  funny,  ❞  the  word  drawls  out  of  him  as  he  pushes  himself  up  by  his  palms  since  he  rather  not  spend  another  second  on  the  ground.  ❝  is  that  how  they  say  sorry   on   your  side  of  town  or  ?  ❞

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pvtrichors​:

@ccrvscendo​

SOME THINGS, PEOPLE, PLACES, they were all meant to be labeled with the off limits sign, for better or worse. Typically, that didn’t stop him, or anyone in his family, but this was just a touch different. It was a line, expertly toed for the most part, until now…or so he assumed. The joint was pulled from behind his ear, almost like he was caught red handed as he looked up from the makeshift perch on the porch railing. “He’s not here.”  He always assumes the dark haired boy is here looking for his brother, which was a shame, because even in the dying light of the day he was the kind of beautiful that could, and should, have been spread across the canvas in his room. 

THE  VOICE  THAT  CREEPS  UP  on  him  is  unfamiliar  to  the  point  that  it  shakes   brandon  back  to  reality  after  poorly  trying  to  scope  out  the  scene  in  front  of  him  for  any  sign  of  a  certain  friend  hanging  around,  making  him  flustered  enough  to  burn  red  like  a  child  with  their  hand  caught  in  a  cookie  jar.  ❝  oh,  ❞  fingers  tighten  against  the  skin  of  a  football  in  hand  and  he’s  quick  to  drag  his  eyes  away  almost  at  once  after   feeling  like  he’s  been  staring  at  the  other  like  an  idiot.  ❝  —  I  mean  shit,  ❞  he  tries  to  recover  by  clearing  his  throat  (  and  pushing  away  the  current  rush  of  thoughts  dancing  about  in  his  head  )  and  forcing  himself  to  look  up  at  the  door  of  the  home  instead  of  the  blonde.  ❝  dude  owes  me  like  ten  bucks,  ❞  smith  actually  doesn’t.  he’s  just  here  because  he’s  bored  and  wants  to  cook  some  mischief  up  before  the  sun  goes  down,  only  that  sounded  too  lame  to  admit  all  of  a  sudden.  ❝  you  know  when  he’ll  be  back  ?  ❞

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heartsunnys​:

                    lips  part  with  something  resembling  offense  colouring  doll  like  features  at  his  comment.  “  i  would  not  kick  a  puppy,  you  think  i’m  that  much  of  an  evil  bitch  ?  “  she  scoffs,  nearly  appalled  by  the  mere  idea.  “  you  ever  think  that  how  i  acted  when  i  was  with  you  was  the  changed  version  and  that  this  is  the  real  me?  you  knew  me  for  like ,  a  year  anthony  .  you  barely  actually  know  me.  “  a  lie  &  they  both  know  it.

 HE  WANTS  TO  TELL  HER  that  he  has  half  the  mind  to  say  yes,  he  does  think  she  may  be  capable  of  a  little  act  as  heinous  as  that,  only  it’d  be  lie  and  he’s  trying  to  do  this  thing  where  he  doesn’t  lie  to  people  he’s  trying  to  communicate  the  truth  out  of.  aubrey  just  has  the  tendency  (  he’s  currently  vividly  realizing  )  to  make  that  promise  to  himself  beyond  difficult.  he  bites  back  on  his  words  and  forces  himself  to  take  his  eyes  off  her,  growing  more  restless  the  more  she  talks  about  how  much  he  doesn’t  know  about  her.  ❝  what  is  your  problem  with  me  ?   ❞  the  question  falls  from  him  before  he  can  catch  himself,  ❝  we  were  friends  once,  right  ?  or  did  I  make  that  whole  year  up  just  like  you  made  up    ―  what  was  it  again  ―  private  boarding  school   ?  ❞  

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pvtrichors​:

JAQ KNOWS FULL AND WELL WHAT PAIN LOOKS LIKE. She’s had ten years to learn it, really, especially when it comes to the kind that ends up in her reflection. His thought, his ears a little bit more concern, because it has always been easier to worry about other people than it has herself. There is a pause, taken to actually look at him, a little longer than expecting, before a nod. “You’re not as a damn lucky, because I do.”  She warns like it is a threat, but she’s already moving to pour the drinks, half tempted to switch his out for something a little harder. “But, I will get you properly wasted, in exchange for a little story time, of course.”  She was, naturally a huge fan of venting and probably held the secrets of the universe trapped in that pretty little head.

 A  STRONG  PART  OF  HIM  is  holding  back  the  want  to  roll  his  eyes  since  he  sure  as  hell  isn’t  up  to  being  picked  at  with  sticky  little  questions  by  pretty  girls  carrying  champagne.  so  he  stiffens  a  lean  against  the  wall  as  he  watches  her  pour  their  drinks,  prepping  himself  mentally  for  the  white  lies  he’s  certain  to  spill  if  she  asks  him  anything  too  beneath  the  surface  .  .  .  only  his  brows  end  up  twitching  together  when  she  offers  other  terms  for  their  little  on  a  whim  arrangement.  ❝  you  want  to  hear  a  story  from  me  ?  ❞  his  tone  adjusts  to  something  flat,  features  twisting  as  if  he  can’t  imagine  anything  worse  for  them  to  do.  ❝  what’s  exciting  about  that  ?  I’m  boring,  believe  me.  ❞

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pvtrichors​:

SMITH ISN’T QUITE AS OUT OF IT AS HE MIGHT LOOK. He knows that he has seen his face before, and the way that his gaze drops for a second before laughing at the statement. The sarcasm is the respectable response, really, and he appreciates that quality in both a person and a conversation. Grin is flashed, before head shakes, which only succeeds in brushing long hair into his face. “New here and already thrifted this shit?”  He reaches out and plucks the hoodie, laughing a little bit. “You have your priorities in order but not your directions, because let me tell you, this is certainly not the beach. It’s actually the YMCA.” 

 ❝  MY  AESTHETIC  IS  VINTAGE.  ❞  brandon  rolls  off  a  shrug  like  his  pricy  $35.99  (  not  including  tax  )  senior  class  hoodie  is  designer  and  not  from  champion,  playing  into  the  idea  he  indeed  thrifted  it  like  he’s  sure  kooks  obsessed  with  their  instagrams  do  at  their  local  goodwill.  only  the  reality  is  that  he’s  saved  up  weeks  of  bad  tips  from  mowing  lawns  in  the  eight  over   the  summer  so  that  he  could  afford  such  a  nice  piece  before  he  graduated.  ❝  but  shit,  I  knew  I  was  in  the  wrong  place.  ❞  a  hand  cards  through  the  length  of  his  hair  after  he’s  got  a  good  enough  look  of  the  other  to  let  recognition  settle.  the  name  escapes  him,  but  the  face  offers  a  better  memory.  sort  of.  so  he  offers  up  an  easy  introduction  to  iron  out  the  details,  ❝  name’s  brandon.  liam  garrity’s  my  dad,  he  used  up  to  coach  up  at  the  school.   ❞  he  rocks  back  by  the  heels  of  chucks  with  a  short  laugh.    ❝  so,  yeah,  I’d  say  I  come  here  often.  ❞  

[masongooning]

MASON GOODING IRMOH - AYISA (Official Music Video)

[buddhabrot]

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abandonmxnt​:

She could sense his frustration, and she totally understood. Marissa found herself wishing she had never even mentioned her keg stand virginity. One minute they had been watching some seven foot (at least) caveman hold himself up to chug, and the next Brandon had been ushering her to the front of the line like some VIP on parade. Despite the knot in her stomach, she smiled. The logical side of her brain believed him, knowing if he wanted to pick her up and toss her like a hacky sack, he probably could. The other part of her brain, though, was a bitch to quiet down. “That’s easy for you to say, considering you won’t be-” but his hands on her shoulders stopped her tirade. Sighing, she flicked hair from her face by shaking her head, only then meeting his intent gaze, and as he spoke, she wasn’t sure if there was anything she wanted to do more than believe him. “Trust you,” she repeated, though not in question. She licked her lips, her own hands raising to settle on his shoulders, too. She nodded. “Okay.” Brows raised. “Fine, I’ll trust you.” She let go, turning around again to grab the keg. She grabbed the tap, closing her eyes for just one more second, and then she was ready. “Do it before I change my mind.” 

 AND  THERE  IT  WAS,  finally.  the  tiny  idyllic  words  of  I’ll  trust  you  slipping  from  her  mouth  and  getting  caught  up  in  his  ears  before  he  could  feel  the  warmth  of  her  hands  on  his  shoulders.  it’s  enough  confirmation  needed  for  what  they  were  doing,  though  he  knows  deep  down  she  has  every  right  to  be  nervous.  she’s  about  to  flip  upside  down  to  drink  beer  in  a  shitty  one  floor  home  in  the  thick  of  the  cut  from  a  keg  he  and  a  few  of  his  friends  hurled  from  off  a  random  truck.  anyone  in  their  right  mind  would  be  skeptical,  only  brandon’s  got  enough  faith  in  himself  for  the  both  of  them.  ❝  thank  you  !  there  we  go.  ❞  he  says  as  he  lets  a  grin  spread  across  his  face  as  light  traces  of  dimples  inherited  from  his  mother  popped  into  his  cheeks.   ❝  ―  now  just  grip  tight,  lock  your  wrists,  and  keep  your  head  down  once  you’re  up.  ❞  standing  behind  her,  he  whistles  to  the  closet  person  he  knows  around  them  to  help  spot  and  then  steadies  her  at  the  waist,  lips  at  her  ear  for  another  moment  of  support.  ❝  kick  up  whenever  you’re  ready  and  let  me  worry  about  the  rest.  ❞

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pvtrichors​:

AS PER USUAL, he was tucked into the corner of his own party, perched on the counter like the crooked king of this particular castle. A hand wrapped around the glass he’s filled with his personal favorite, the old reliable mixture of gin and juice, lifting it to his lips to hide the devil in the details of that particular grin. It didn’t stay hidden for long though, cup being abandoned on the counter as he looked at the few people he was entertaining. “Never have I ever…” It was drawn out, taking time to look at each person with playful accusation before leaning back. “Fucked someone else’s significant other, and before anyone says anything, I will be drinking.” @ccrvscendo​

THE  THING  DEE  LOVES  THE  MOST  about  parties  hosted  in  the  eight  is  not  the  fact  that  the  liquor  came  easy  or  that  party  favors  came  in  dainty  forms  of  goodie  bags  being  slipped  discreetly  into  moisturized  hands.  it  isn’t  the  satisfying  feeling  of  throwing  your  coat  in  the  safety  of  one  of  six  closets  or  feeling  the  mayhem  booming  beneath  heeled  feet  while  those  in  the  prime  of  their  lives  vibed  to  whatever  overpriced  dj  that’s  been  hired  for  the  night.  no,  dee’s  true  appreciation  for  it  all  comes  in  the  form  of   society  kings  perched  on  marble,  addressing  subjects  and  harboring  future  secrets  through  innocent  games  of  never  have  I  ever.  ❝  in  other  words,  be  careful  of  this  one,  ❞  she  says  as  she  swoops  in  with  just  enough  time  to  catch  the  tail  end  of  his  words.  ❝  or  you  may  just  find  him  with  yours.  ❞

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heartsunnys​:

@ccrvscendo​   /   open.

                    “   i  will  never  understand  how  people  survive  the  winter  without  indoor  pools .    “    he  says  from  the  comfort  of  a  hot  tub .

❝  IF  YOU’RE  SO  CURIOUS  just  ask  the  closest  pogue  you  see  the  next  time  you’re  dealing  molly  in  the  cut.  ❞

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poppyhq​:

okay, so maybe it had been something of a long shot, but poppy was still a little disappointed to find out that he didn’t just so happen to have the exact shoe she needed on him. “well…” poppy sighed, reaching out and grabbing a hold of brandon’s arm when she felt herself starting to sway again, holding her broken shoe up higher so he could take a look at it. “what am i supposed to do? i look like a flamingo.” 

 ❝  HAVE  YOU  SEEN  some  of  the  people  on  the  boardwalk  these  days  ?  ❞  it  may  have  been  a  brisk  february  day  with  nothing  but  scattered  clouds  for  the  rest  of  the  afternoon,  but  that  didn’t  seem  to  stop  the  overflow  of  bodies  cluttering  about  the  beach  around  them.  kids  ran  up  and  down  the  boardwalk  in  sandy  steps  with  their  pants  rolled  up  at  the  knees,  locals  roamed  around  in  sleek  wet  suits  for  windy  surf  sessions,  and  fratboy  -  wannabes  /  tourists  hung  around  the  shops  that  lined  everything   together  in  tanks  with  stupid  sayings  like  LEGALIZE  COCAINE  or  BLAZE  IT  UP,  OBX  underneath  their  jackets.  so  if  anyone  was  to  turn  their  head  in  poppy’s  direction,  brandon’s  sure  it  would  be  because  she’s  pretty,  not  because  she  looks  like  a  flamingo.    ❝  wanna  piggyback  ride  to  the  surf  shop  ?  they  should  have  flip  flops,  right  ?  we  could  get  some  and  then  that  way  you  won’t  have  to  worry  about  looking  like  a  ‘mingo.  ❞