open your eyes,

shut your mouth and see that i'm still the only one who's been in love with me

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     where’s your girlfriend? on a good day, mik would have at least an idea of how to answer that question. but as he looked to his friend, and thought about the last time he’d seen cosette, not even a lie that seemed plausible came to mind. they had even arrived separately to the party, cos having been with min before, and mik with other friends of his own. had he seen her that morning, even? or was she already up and out of the house by the time mik rolled out of bed? the couple of beers he’d downed in the first twenty minutes of the party were starting to clog his memory. the worst part, that gave him the most guilt, was that he didn’t really want to find where she was hiding. but mik gave his friend a solid goodbye, and began exploring the house where they had been invited to. it wasn’t often they were all invited places–a halloween party was just about the only exception. after texting clementine, and val, and even sending a message to min ( who was the only one to actually respond to mik ) cosette was in his sight: standing, looking at her phone, right by the sliding windows to the small backyard. mik came up to her, getting close. “where’ve you been all day?” he questioned, doing his best to sound normal. 

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spvriteds:

it wasn’t a well kept secret that cosette struggled with focusing on her schoolwork when she tried to do it in the house—and especially her room—but she was thankful for the volume of it she was able to get done without getting distracted by mik. she was just a word away from finishing the last of the essay question she had been working away at when mik spoke. she glanced up from her laptop at the book in his hand. “my urban policy class,” she responded, sighing. “politics in cities and stuff. i’m writing an essay right now, though.” she glanced back at her screen, at the cursor blinking and noticed how heavy her head felt just at the presence of her boyfriend (she didn’t want to delve into what that was about).

ah, of course–politics and cities and stuff. absolutely nothing constructive mik could add there. his “studies” in communications hardly made him valuable in his own classes, let alone something he wasn’t even in. mik nodded his head softly. he sat up and peered over cosette’s shoulder, skimming over the word document she had open while his fingers grazed the thick binding of her book. he let out a sigh–a little huff of air, like a tired dog, and rested his chin lightly on her shoulder. “you almost done?” he was a little fearful to ask the question, but thought to himself: why? mik couldn’t find a feasible reason to not want to speak up, so, he didn’t let it stop him. 

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he gave his wet hair one more run through the towel before giving up–there was only so much freshening up mik had the motivation for when he knew that his night would consist of nothing but laying around with cosette. and considering she had been working on homework before his shower, and still looked intensely focused on it, she wasn’t going to be very entertaining, either. he sunk down onto their bed next to her, a book slipping towards him. “what class is this all for?” he was holding the book, and looking at it, but nothing about its title meant anything to him.

[hotelmario]

All these “cuddle and play video games” date ideas are weak. We’re playing mario kart double dash, cuddling is a distraction. Im here to win

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angel’s words were carelessly tossed into the open (not something unusual for him) but the weight of them made all the difference. “whatever you say,” she opted casually, rolling her eyes despite how the tension was enough to encourage her to tuck and roll out of the car. the casual conversation almost felt more painful then their willful ignorance. “do i have a bed? i completely forgot.” sarcastic quips were her best bet at remaining composed. “val couldn’t hurt a fly if she tried. alternatively someone would die if it weren’t for her,” clementine snorted, alternatively laughing instead of commenting on greyson. she took a moment to think on his toss-up, almost embarrassed to admit that she wanted to stay in the living room with him. any time spent with angel, sober or drunk, was preferable. "i want to, so don’t try to talk me out of it.”

"alright, fine, fine. you want to chill down in the cold living room with me all night, so be it. you know what–it’s a date.” the boy had leaned fully forward, poking his finger against the side of clementine’s face as he smiled. “speaking of dates, we should have a real date, you know.” he said, continuing to poke her cheek, despite her focus on driving. he was being gentle, after all, in how distracting he had the ability to be. “probably lunch. in case i’m too hungover for breakfast. we can go get a bite to eat and it’ll be like an actual date. i mean, unless that makes you, like, totally disgusted.” though he moved his head, angel was still leaning over with his elbows digging into the middle console of the car, head in his hands as he looked up to clementine. “it wouldn’t disgust me, though. lunch with you sounds fun. a special little lunch with no one else. we’ll bring them leftovers, though.” he wasn’t even aware of how much of his words were meaningless, drunk rambles.

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what would be considered awkward silence for others was instead comfortable for greyson. the lingering fear that mikaele was on the verge of breaking it again, however, was enough to coerce greyson to finish the slice off as fast as he could. the shrilling voice of mik broke the silence all too soon, greyson putting down the crust with resignation as he prepared himself for whatever bullshit the boy was going to spew. cosette’s name was enough to make him see red. “seriously, nothing gets through that fucking thick scull of yours does it? of course it is.” he bit, throwing the crust into the trash with much more force than intended. “my deal with you is that you’re inconsiderate and abnormally stupid. i don’t care how much you vape and fuck cosette. is that enough for you?” 

the familiar hot fuel of anger was already beginning to spread through mik’s chest, and he knew the moment it reached his head, control would be lost. the second grey’s insult hit him, a scene of violence flashed back through mikaele’s mind; there was a bottle neck in his hand, glass shards on the floor, and blood to accent it all. he didn’t even hate greyson that much. but mik had to make a point to take a breath of air, looking down at the table, to keep his head in the right mindset. he didn’t want to fight. “you obviously give a shit. it’s very clear to everyone that you give a shit.” raising his head, mik looked at the other boy, his expression falling more to the side of confusion rather than frustration. “you broke up with her, so, why the fuck are you still jealous?”

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clementine feigned insult, leaning over to slap his hands away. “frigid witch? i’ll remember that when you have a killer hangover in the morning. you can walk home next time.” there was a lack of sincerity behind her words, humor making her threat empty. silence proceeded to wash over them, clem tapping her fingers gently on the wheel as she found her way back to the main streets. the lights that washed over angel through the car window as they drove were enough to pull her attention, looking at him instead of the time. the flush of his cheeks was undetectable, but hers reflected a bright red. she had to force herself to look away before he caught her. “then i guess i’ll chill in the living room with you. i think we just washed some of the blankets tonight, too so i’ll grab those for you when we get home.”

“you wouldn’t do that to me–you love me too much.” there wasn’t much thought put into his sentence before he spoke, but, after the words had already left his mouth, angel was left with a mind full of loud, relentless ideas. it was a mistake on his drunken part to have mentioned the single word: love. now, the only thing he could focus on was what it meant to him, and what clementine meant to him. the liquor-soaked thoughts grew wildly until the moment her voice snapped the boy back to reality. “you have a bed, though. and a roommate who isn’t… murderous. well…” tipping his head back, angel reconsidered the statement, “sometimes i think val wants to kill me. but the difference is i know she won’t. grey… grey needs to be on some kind of watchlist. but, really–i’m a big boy, i can nap on the couch and not hurt myself… unless you, like, actually want to, of course.”