𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 * / 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 . @eeveecrmchl - Tumblr Blog

aaronhart93:

So many different thoughts and emotions had been running around Aaron’s brain in the days following hearing the news about Eevee’s accident. Everything about it reminded him Landon’s accident years ago. When his best friend forgot him. When he thought he was going to lose Landon forever. That was such a scary time, and now it almost felt like history repeating itself. On top of that Aaron felt a sense of guilt. At the end of the day, he knew he couldn’t have done anything to stop it. But Aaron was a protector, so it was only natural that he felt this way when something happened to one of his friends.

Aaron had slept in that day. His daughter was at her mom’s and he’d just been having a lazy morning with his boyfriend. He had plans to work from home, and take the morning to regroup. He’d been feeling really depressed since his relapse at his birthday party. The news about Eevee only exacerbated that. He felt like he was practically falling asleep at his desk when he finally got to work for the day before he saw Eevee’s name pop up on his phone. “Shit.” He mumbled to himself, immediately picking up the phone to answer. “Eevee! Hey. Oh my god.” He exclaimed, smiling to himself because he couldn’t believe that she was chosen to call him over all the people she could have. But feeling do happy that she did. “We can get coffee, yeah. Of course.” He nodded his head wildly even though he knew she couldn’t see him. I can meet you at The Grind in like 20? Or….we can go any time you want.” He breathed.

Eevee doesn't know when she's started gathering the courage to retrace a bit of her old life but if her father is to make sure that she moves on from it, she knows that those who get left behind would at least get a bit of closure from her end. She hopes she wasn't the type of person that would just leave out of nowhere or at the very least, she was the type that would care for her friends enough to prepare them for the worst, though she doubts that any of them would have predicted this were to happen. It's kind of sad, really, because if she's being honest with herself, she wants to keep some of the things old Eevee might have had, but her father says it isn't fair to her to carry on someone else's life when she can just make one of her own and there's some truth in that.

His voice doesn't ring any bells, doesn't even give the slightest bit of familiarity, and she doesn't realize she was actually hoping for it until the disappointment hits. "Oh yeah, coffee! I think I know where The Grind is. I'll just take an Uber there and twenty minutes should be fine. I'll see you there!" Eevee ends the call before he can say anything else; nervous as to what, she doesn't know, but her heart feels like it's about to beat right out of her chest. In a daze, she somehow makes it to the meeting place, near deathlike grip on the mug of coffee she's managed to get. Eevee takes a seat on a table near a window, letting her mind wander as her eyes dart from one stranger to the other in the sidewalk. She waits and if she's shaking, well, no on else needs to know.

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & aaron .

samuelburton:

it’s just such a relief to have eevee there, telling him things will be alright, and in that moment he believes her, even if sober sam wouldn’t tomorrow. and that was enough to get him into the car. he straightened slightly, rubbing at his eyes as he steadied his breathing, still clinging onto eevee for support. sam was so used to being the protector, the older brother. he wasn’t used to needed people like this. but it was good to be reminded that he wasn’t alone in this and that he had a friend like eevee who could put him back together when he was falling apart.

when she said always and forever, sam really thought that they could face anything together. they’d been through their share of ups and downs and they’d seen each other at their worst. it was comforting to know that no matter what, eevee had his back. if he had her, sam was convinced he didn’t need anybody else.

he was still staggering drunk, so he griped onto eevee’s elbow as they walked back to the car. normally sam would insist on driving, but clearly, he was in no shape to. “hey eevee,” sam said once he’d climbed into the passenger seat, still sounded disoriented and not all there. “thanks.”

It's a little terrifying for Eevee when someone comes to her for support because she's not exactly a model for good behavior or a soft spot for comfort, but for Sam, she's willing to push all her self destructive tendencies aside and actually focus on helping him get better. There's little she wouldn't do for him and it breaks her heart seeing the state he's in. He's been there every step of the way, and there's no doubt in her mind that he'll be there through it all. Eevee still doesn't know what she's done in her life to deserve someone as good and as patient, but she sure as hell isn't complaining.

It's a forever type of friendship and usually she hates being cemented onto something so concrete, but she finds that she really doesn't mind. There's nothing he could do that would turn her away, nothing that could ever happen that would let her forget that he is definitely one of the most important people in her life.

"You never need to thank me. I got you." Slowly, she guides him into her car, making sure that he's tucked safely onto the passenger seat before sliding onto her own on the other side. She keeps the radio on at a low volume to fill the silence but it doesn't work and Eevee's never one to not talk. "So....," she starts, hands tapping against the wheel. "Sleepover? I swear I actually stocked up the pantry this time."

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & sam .

kamidesai:

Eevee. Kam had been to the hospital a few times since the girl’s accident, but he hadn’t been able to actually witness her awake until now. She didn’t know anyone, she didn’t remember anything really before the accident, and now what? He was supposed to pretend he didn’t know her? No one had told him to do that, well, in fact, no one really told him what to do, and that was the issue. He’s wondered a few times what he would do if he saw her, but now that he had, it was just…hard. Maybe his boyfriend was the one who called her best friend, but Kam had his own closeness to the other. It made his heart sink to see that she clearly didn’t know him, the look in her eyes stabbing him right in the chest, making it hard to breathe. “I’m…sorry.” He started, looking around for napkins, any way he could help, though now he just felt like he wanted to cry for multiple reasons. “Can I buy you another one?? Shit. I’m — a fucking idiot.”

Eevee's frustration suddenly turns into one of concern as she takes in the way the man regards her. He may have been having a bad day or he may be genuinely sorry; either way she now feels guilty for reacting so negatively. "Hey, no, it's alright," she tries to console the stranger whilst ignoring the way the coffee burns against her skin. "Accidents happen, right?" Hissing through the uncomfortable feeling of liquid against her, she tries to pat it away with the sleeve of her hoodie. "No need. I wasn't really feeling the pumpkin spice crave. I like my tastes a little stronger, you know?" Eevee doesn't know where that came from but she suddenly has the craving for something alcoholic. It's a little surprising as well as concerning considering how it's day time but her mind's a bit fuzzy lately. "Are you okay?"

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & kami .

johnstonivb:

When Ben had his earphones in he tended to be in his own little world. The volume was turned up so loud that the voices and cars surrounding him were nothing but a mumble. He was eating a burger trying to get across town for another odd job he was taking for cash when he felt someone knock into him and he watched his burger fall onto the floor, his heart dropped when the top bun fell off and rolled a little. “Fuck.” He cursed and took his earphones out, head snapping up to see who he’d run into. He shook his head as he talked, “relax princess. Look at my burger, I’m clearly the real victim here.” As he talked one hand rose and was gesturing at the crime scene on the floor. He paused for a moment before glancing at her. “Was that a hot coffee though? It didn’t land on you did it?” He was upset about his burger sure, but still didn’t want to be walking around burning people.

Princess. Addressed as such has Eevee scoffing at his direction. She doesn't know why it garners such a reaction but she knows something in her doesn't like it. Eyes follow his hands down at the burger on the floor. "It depends on where you got it," she counters back. "I'd only consider you a victim if you bought it from somewhere decent. I only forgive those with taste." Sighing, she pulls her top from her skin, the coffee already sticky at where it touches her. There's not much else she could do to salvage her drink and the nearest place she could actually change in would be her apartment, but she's not quite sure if she's up for that yet. Regarding the man with a slight frown, Eevee gestures to her own cup on the pavement. "It's fine. My shower this morning wasn't quite as hot as I wanted it to be so thank you for this."

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & ben .

brooksdavid:

Walking along the street David definitely had a one tracked mind, coffee. He needed it, and wasn’t paying attention to much else in his quest to find some. So much so that he found himself running into someone. “Woah, I’m so sorry.” The words left his mouth quickly as his hands shot out, ready to help them balance if needed. His hands shot up in a surrender motion as he spoke, “I’m sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention. Are you okay? I can buy you a replacement drink.”

The coffee cools against her clothes and Eevee can feel the Kingsboro wind nip at her. Pulling the blouse from her body, she has the strangest urge to just remove her top but refrains from doing so. Was that something she would have done? Father surely would have told her if she was being a little reckless. Instead she can only wince at the man's offered replacement and decline with a shake of her head. "No, no you're fine. It's not every day I get to experience a second degree burn, right?" The words are laced with a teasing tone even if the pain is still there; Eevee knows how to be cordial. "The coffee didn't get you, did it?"

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & david .

open

It takes a while but Eevee's father finally trusts her enough to venture out on her own. She doesn't blame him, though, nor is she really annoyed whenever he asks where she's going and insists that she has to have someone with her at all times. There was a chance that he could have lost her and after dealing with her mother's absence, she's not quite sure how he could have taken it. His wife would probably help him, but she knows her dad -- or at least she hopes she does -- and she knows that the loss of his only daughter might have been his tipping point. She's only grateful that she's come out of the accident unscathed -- the whole memory loss thing notwithstanding.

Eevee doesn't know how long she's zoned out but she's snapped out of it once she feels someone's shoulder bump hard against hers. The latte she's been holding splatters between them and she tries really hard not to yelp in pain as the scalding brew hits her skin. "Fuck. That was literally my first time trying pumpkin spice anything -- I think. Well, the first time I'm going to count anyway," she pouts. "Now I can't appreciate fall properly. Thanks, man."

#kingsboro.start #eevee * / open starter .#// still a little shit

aria-clarkson-deactivated202011

Fashion week had been a huge success for Aria but she was now coming down from that high and realising she needed to work hard to raise her profile in the city. She had been away for months and stars faded fast. “I need an honest opinion, does this dress work?” she asked the first person she saw as she stepped out of the changing room.

eeveecrmchl

There's a need to change her wardrobe, her mother had said the moment she woke up this morning. While Eevee couldn't figure out what was wrong with the comfortable style of tees and shorts, she decides to take her word for it and heads to the first shop suggested. Picking up a blouse -- the pastel color really isn't doing anything for her -- she's snapped out of her internal battle on whether to get it for the sake of getting it by a question thrown her way. Eyes glaze over the dress and, really, this woman couldn't have picked a worse person to ask. "It looks pretty? What vibe are you going for?"

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & aria .

nahcam

he was strolling around kingsboro , minding his own business entirely , smoking a joint as a gondola ride in paris by the messenger blasted through his air pods . as he takes another hit , he notices his joint , which is basically a pretty small roach right now , is off . he sighs , grabs the lighter he has hanging on his neck as a necklace and attempts to light it again , but he’s a moron and ends up lighting his finger by accident , causing him to wince in pain and drop the roach . it happens so quickly and it really looks like something out of a movie . as soon as the roach touches the plant on some random yard , the entire plant lights on fire . cam stands there , stunned as the plant bursts into flames …. all because of his roach . “ are you fuckin’ serious ? ” he let’s out , staring at the whole thing in bewilderment . he pulls out his water bottle from his backpack and pours it on the plant , which stops the fire , but the plant is destroyed . he checks the window from the house to see if anyone is looking , and luckily , no one is there , but unlike other days , cam actually feels bad about what he did . he doesn’t know who owns this house , but he wasn’t trying to sabotage their yard on purpose . it’s something he would never do , and he’s not sure why he does it instead of running , but he gets into his grandfather’s car and visits seven different plant stores . none of them have the exact plant he burned , but he buys one of every other kind . he comes back , his car filled with plants , before he lets out a sigh and knocks on the door , not knowing why the fuck he’s even doing this . when it swings open , he smiles awkwardly . “ hey , super funny story ! so like , your plant just …. combusted into flames , ” cam lies , nodding his head before the truth comes out , “ okay , so i accidentally set that bitch on fire , but i swear , it was an accident ! i went to like seven different plant stores , but none of them have your stupid fuckin’ plant , ” after you burned down their plant , cam , really ? jesus . he notices that came out harsher than intended , but that’s just how he is . “ i really tried to find it , but that shit’s gone as fuck . i bought every other plant they had in all seven stores though , if that helps . i swear , i didn’t do it on purpose . ” why did he care so much ? it was just a plant , after all . “ all the plants are in my car …. you wanna come see ? ”

eeveecrmchl

At the insistence of her father, Eevee visits Veronica -- a daughter of his colleague that he's sure would be a better fit in her new life. It started off awkward at first and she tries to make conversation, but it seems like everything routed back to her love life. She doesn't have much to say given the fact that she doesn't even remember if she had one or not and thinking about it just makes her all the more guilty for forgetting. Veronica talks about her boyfriend and, honestly, Eevee tries to listen but there's a man out the window and before she knows it, he's lit a plant on fire. Her gasp interrupts the story, and she can only smile apologetically before turning back to see him walking away. She's not quite sure she's close enough with the woman yet to let her know that hey, your decor outside is in ashes and so she keeps her mouth shut, nodding and humming at the right moments. It isn't long before Veronica excuses herself to take a phone call and Eevee would bet her trust fund that she's going to take a while even though she's promised a quick minute. She waits and takes a look around, understanding why her father would want her to be like this woman. It seems like she has a good thing going -- save for that burnt plant in front. She's about to bid her goodbye because she has a feeling that the phone call would turn into a booty call at one point when there's a knock in front. Eevee waits for the actual home owner to answer but since it seems like she won't be doing that any time soon, she goes and gets it for her. Struck with the bluest eyes she's ever seen, she can only stand as she listens to the arsonist ramble on about plants. "The plant combusted into flames," she deadpans though there's a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "You bought plants to replace the one that magically caught on fire." She ignores the tone of his voice, chalks it off to panic at probably getting caught, and so she decides to take mercy on him and not bring up the fact that she's essentially the sole witness to his crime. At his invitation to go and inspect the other plants in question, she barely manages her hide the amused snort. "You're asking me to go to your car with you and check out some plants. This sounds like a Dateline episode waiting to happen," she chuckles. "Do you usually ask strangers to hop in your car with promises of greenery or am I just special?" The teasing comes naturally and Eevee should probably get going since it's not her house after all, but the situation keeps her entertained nonetheless. "Well considering how I don't even know you and I don't even live here, it's safe to say you're good to go with your plant hoarding."

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & cam .#// take a shot every time i used the word plant in this reply

samuelburton:

this week had been hell and sam was obviously having a hard time dealing with it. it started with his fight with eevee and that disastrous conversation with ellie at that party. if that hadn’t been enough, they were down two band members, though shea was planning on coming back as far as sam knew after some time in rehab to get his shit sorted out. and with the anniversary of his parent’s death fast approaching, sam did the only thing he knew to do in these difficult situations: seek out solace in booze and no-strings-attached sex.

it hadn’t exactly worked out for him. he was currently go knows where in the south end of kingsboro, wandering around aimlessly in search of eevee who had come to rescue him. sam had done the same for her many a time and never thought he’d be in this situation himself. but he was tired, and drunk, and a little scared and all he wanted to do was find eevee and pass the fuck out.

sam was so out of sorts that he hadn’t realized eevee had found him until her arms were around him. relief relaxed his limbs to the point of near collapse as he leaned heavily against her, ducking his head and burying his face in her shoulder with a heavy sigh. “so fuckin’ tired,” sam murmured into her hair, his speech slow and labored with intoxication and exhaustion. he had no idea how long he’d been walking around before finally texting her. he inhaled slowly, her familiar smell a comforting presence. he closed his eyes tight and hugged her a little closer, a shaky sob escaping his lips. he hadn’t even realized he’d begun crying.

If there's anyone other than Tee that Eevee would trust with her own life, it would have to be Sam. It's a little embarrassing -- close to pathetic really -- that she has to have someone taking care of her, but with the mess that she creates out of her life, she's just glad she has people looking out for her wellbeing. Because of that, she tries to give back tenfold, tries to lessen the stress factors in their life that she's not making. It breaks her heart when she has to because, honestly, Tee and Sam will forever be stronger than her and to have something break them in a way that Eevee would have to start worrying, then she knows it must have been something big.

She knows she can't be a hypocrite; who can tell how many times Sam's seen her in the same predicament? The only thing is that she cares about him a hell of a lot more than she cares about herself. While she has an inkling as to why he might be like this in the first place, she doesn't push. Like Tee, he'll talk when he's ready; Eevee is no stranger to keeping things to herself to mull over.

His weight on her pushes out a breath of relief. The tone of his voice is evidence enough that he is, indeed, hammered as all hell but she can deal with that. If that wasn't any indication, the strong smell of alcohol would have tipped her off. "Come on, babe. Let's get you home." She's about to start dragging him to her car when she hears it. The tears hit the side of her neck and it takes all of her not to hold him as tight as she could until all his pieces fit back together. "Hey," she murmurs, trying on a soothing tone. "Hey. It's okay. I'm here, yeah? It's you and me. Always and forever. Whatever it is, I'll help you get through it. I swear."

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & sam .

manoelx

@eeveecrmchl

he had been running for probably over two hours at this point . it was incredibly hot , even though winter was right around the corner . he stops to sit at a bench , his breathing pretty uneven . he removes his airpods and checks his apple watch , first looking at his heartbeat , then checking to see how many steps he had ran . he frowns just a little , taking a long chug from his water bottle , and mentally counting how many gulps he was taking , making sure the amount he drinks lands on an even number . manny feels another person sit beside him on the bench , turning to find a girl , probably around his age , sit right beside him . he’s about to get up and give her space , ready to continue running until he reached a number of steps he was satisfied with , but right when he’s about to leave , she begins to talk , and rather rapidly too . manny turns to the side , to see if maybe she’s talking to someone else , but he’s struck with the realization there isn’t anyone within seven feet of them , meaning she’s obviously talking to him . he blinks , wondering if she does this with everyone she meets , but not having the heart to stop her mid rant .

eeveecrmchl

There are times when Eevee can let her father's words slide off of her after years of practice, but there are moments when he gets a hit in and she's left to ride out the aggression she can't showcase lest she loses her trust fund. A quick walk to the park should be enough to ease her mind but not before taking in a couple of lines. It doesn't calm her but she figures it'll hit when it hits. Without thinking, she plants herself onto the bench and just the sight of someone being there has her opening her trap before she could stop herself. "You know what fucking sucks," she starts. "Why can't my dad just leave me the fuck alone, you know? How the hell is my job 'embarrassing' him? It doesn't bother his wife so why the hell is he being such an ass about it? Like he should be fucking grateful I'm not out here doing drugs in public," and with this she can't help the chuckle that leaves her. "--or at least I'm not getting caught. That's the deal, isn't it? Not to get caught? So who fucking cares if I'm out here slamming it on guitar? That shit's pretty badass if I do say so myself. I swear he forgets that his coworkers have at least one kid in rehab. Me? I know how to handle my shit and I don't fucking have to cry to daddy every time the drugs don't hit right." A pause and then a quick shake of her head. "Wow betcha you didn't count on this when planning your route, huh? What's with the exercise? You're already fit as hell."

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & manny .#drugs tw #rehab tw #// reminding myself that this is pre accident eevee so she's still woosh

nahcam:

friday nights are always eventful for him , to say the least , but he knows it’ll be a night to remember for sure , because this time ? he’s not alone . eevee and cam going out together is definitely a force to be reckoned with , and he can already sense they might get into trouble , but the adrenaline further encourages him , like the reckless motherfucker he is . he knows there’s something between them , and he likes her too , sure , but he knows how different their backgrounds are . he knows she was born into a rich family while he was born into barely anything , and yeah , he knows she’s been through some shit , but he’s sure that if anything does happen , her dad could probably hate him at first glance . as much as he’d like to , he’s not good enough for her . he’s bad news and he knows it . he literally drove her here on a fucking motorcycle , like , that should say everything needed to know . cam likes how spontaneous she is , how she mumbles random shit that literally means nothing sometimes . she makes him forget to be cynical . he nods his head at her words , forcing himself not to laugh . “ mines would be …. ” he trails off for a second , nodding his head before it comes to him , “ crying lightning . ” where did that even come from ? he can’t remember , but he’s heard it once and it sounded bad ass . the more he thought about it though , it was all ridiculous . he knows exactly what pier she’s talking about , because he’s been there a couple of times . “ bright green , but also blue . matches the ocean , and you know there’s a fuckin’ cave around there ? i once did the purest mdma inside that shit . we can go in there , smoke a joint , and watch the waves crash … and yeah , that was fuckin’ cliche , but the waves are awesome . ” that night was a whole fucking trip , but he vividly remembers it . it was memorable , for sure . he could make more memories inside that cave , with her now , after they fuck shit up . now he’s rolling his eyes , letting out a chuckle and shaking his head . “ shut the fuck up . anyone who hasn’t seen et would take one look at that motherfucker and have nightmares .” he’s teasing , but it is kind of true . finally , they’re here . he sets his bag down and smirks . “ we made it …. pablo vanilla . ”

Eevee casts a quick glance towards Cam's direction and can't help how content she feels. Suffice it to say that she’s actually enjoying his company and not because there's something there that draws her to him. At first she thought it was physical -- one look at him and anyone can guess why, but after finding herself wanting to spend more time with him, wanting to actually get through the enigma that is Cam, she soon realized it was a little more than that. It's something she has to tamp down because there's no way in hell she'd mess up a friendship like this just because of feelings. He knows her -- or at least knows the side of her that she tries to reel in whenever she gets a little too wired. And it's scary because no one should be able to make her this comfortable; she shouldn't have to look forward to a night where she doesn't have to care about how she presents herself. He gets it and, honestly, the fact just makes her want to both run away from him and into his arms. It's stupid and it'll fade, but right now, if she lost herself in that fluttery feeling when she had her arms around his waist during that motorcycle ride, then no one needs to know. Cam's actually humoring her and it draws a grin out of her features. "Crying lightning," she repeats and there's no mocking tilt to her tone, just a weight of curiosity as to how he could come up with something like that right on the spot. Of course with someone that throws around 'pablo vanilla' like it's actually her tag name, she gets it. That's the crux of it all really: they get each other and she doesn't know if that's the worst or best thing anyone can do for her. Her suggestion is taking in stride and God, she's giddy -- giddy at the fact that this man vibes in the same wavelength. "Are you bringing that up because you have shit on you? If you don't I'm going to dub you a tease forever." The waves bit throws her off; sitting up, she quirks a curious eyebrow his way. Not a date, not a date, not a date. "Yeah I don't mind watching the waves," is the only thing she says before following him, trusting him enough that he won't just toss her over the shore and call it a day. There in the cave, she lets herself breathe in the salty sea air before digging into her backpack and pulling out the spray cans. A smirk tugs on lips as she hands one over, shaking hers and letting the clink of the marble inside the can echo around them. "Let me see your artistic skills, crying lightning. Show me what magic those hands can create."

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & cam .

brie--gonzalez:

Brie had just finished her second number of the night and was on the floor greeting customers when she saw Eevee sitting at a booth grinning at her. She laughed softly to herself as she moved closer to the other girl. Eevee was nothing less of a good time. There was never a dull moment with her. On top of that, she could also be quite the hypewoman when she visited Brie at work.

“Hey, Eevee, you look cute,” She greeted, smirking at her as she noticed the other girl admiring her costume. It was one of her favorites so she understood the appeal. One of Brie’s favorite things about her job in general was the clothes she got to wear at work. “I just got done performing, actually, and won’t be on the stage again for another hour. So, you’re in luck and made perfect timing if you’re looking for some alone time.”

A look around the room and it's not surprising that Eevee's one of the few women who’s actually there to have a fun time. Some of the men have already glanced her way unsure as to whether she's approachable or not but with her band tee and fishnet stockings peeking in through ripped jeans, they must have figured that she's not interested. It isn't to say that she wouldn't do any of them, but, really, Eevee has some standards.

Sticking her tongue out at the compliment, she regards the woman with a smirk of her own. "Cute? Baby I look fine as hell. I'm hurt. So hurt. You definitely have to make up for it now." The faux pout she's sporting probably could barely be seen through the dim lighting but Brie should know her enough when she's fucking around -- which admittedly, might be a lot more times than she realizes. "Alone time? Like in a champagne room or something? Is that what they call it? Because sign me the fuck up."

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & brie .

xo-chasity:

Chasity thought this whole thing was a bit weird. She did love Tiff, they had been friends for a couple years, so she trusted her when she said there was someone she should meet. But, she wasn’t planning to be meeting this Eevee girl on her own, she expected Tiff to be there and be the buffer between the two. What if they didn’t get along as swimmingly as Tiff thought they would? Chasity ran her fingers through her blonde hair, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” The YouTuber said, reaching out for a hand shake. “I just got off the phone with her, apparently she is not coming.”

Eevee stares at the hand offered a beat longer than necessary before reaching out to shake it. Hopefully she doesn't come across as odd seeing as how she should be used to meeting strangers, but this time she can't help but feel being judged by Tiff at how their interaction would turn out. At the woman's words, she can't help the groan that leaves her. "Wait, fuck, really," she catches herself then and throws out an apology. "I'm not trying to be a dick, oh my God, no. I just -- it's weird when the only person that connects two people isn't there, you know? Are you still cool with this because I am."

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & chasity .

closed: @aaronhart93

There's a slight trepidation as Eevee fumbles with dialing the number stored. After getting her new phone -- as her old one was apparently wrecked upon impact -- she's been bombarded with a series of text messages from people she swears she doesn't know. Her father told her that she should just delete them and move on, seeing as how she doesn't remember them anyway. And she would've, too, but she figures that before she starts rebuilding her life, she'd get closure from the one she once had. It's not fair to any one of them to have a version of her they might never get back without a proper goodbye and so, after finally getting her parents' permission, she sets off to closing the chapter with each one of them.

After googling just who the man is, as per instructed, she's surprised to see just how famous he is and is a little proud of herself for having bed that. The rings on the other line finally clicks and there's only a slight pause before she gathers enough courage to start speaking. "Hey -- uh, Aaron? It's Evel--Eevee," she has to start getting used to other people outside of her family knowing her by that. "Listen, um. I was wondering if you wanted to go get coffee? I just -- I wanted to talk about your text."

#eevee * / threads .#eevee * / & aaron .

edwardxsullivan:

“Well back in my day …” He replied with a sage nod and affecting a creaking old man voice. Then he laughed, “Life alert, huh? You poor fragile creature. Sounds like someone needs some assisted living real soon.” Teddy teased, “Ohhh … look at this … compliments from a gorgeous women. This night is getting better and better for me. Game plan originally was to have a couple of drinks and then head home to bed.”

Eevee hides her snort behind her glass, uncaring as to who might hear their banter and think themselves odd because of it. "Back in your day, I heard you can buy a house and a car for a buck fifty." His laughter is surprisingly attractive and she makes it a point to draw it out as much as she can. "Oh I definitely need assistance in a lot of things," she throws him a wink. "Well, you can still do that if you're able to squeeze in some blonde babe you met at the bar."

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closed: @timmyteehill

There's some foolish form of envy when Eevee thinks about those that stayed with her in the hospital. That Eevee had friends, had a life where apparently people cared enough to watch over her even if they had no reason other than they wanted to. It was hard to see the look in their eyes, hopeful that she's made some sort of recovery but replaced with disappointment upon the news that it came with a price. She's happy, though -- or at least she is when she doesn't think about the people she may have lost, a life lived that she can possibly no longer recover. It's a clean slate now, and Eevee has to live with that.

Unfortunately, so does everyone else.

One man in particular stands out from the rest mainly due to the fact that pictures with him are plastered all over her childhood bedroom. (Stepmother said to take a breather before moving back into her apartment -- the fact of even having one of her own still mind boggling.) Her father referred to him as Timothy when asked and after the text messages from earlier, she knew she had to at least give him some sort of explanation as to why she's not entirely responding. The Carmichael driver drops her off at her supposed best friend's place and it takes a whole lot of convincing to get her to go through with it. Eevee stands in front of the door, calming her heart down long enough to knock on the entrance.

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jesskipp:

“We’ll make it work.” she giggled, taking the microphone that is offered to her as she feeds the machine some coins to be able to play the music. “I believe in us!” She hasn’t clicked play yet but when she noticed the patrons gathered she does feel a bit nervous. Nervous, but giddy and warm. “We can each take two lines from the first verse to sing?” she suggests. “Then wing the rest. Whatever feels right!”

There's a lightness in Eevee's chest as she watches the woman move about to get the machine set up. It's a sort of natural high that she doesn't really get to feel often -- or she might have if she actually lets herself be fully sober. It's probably dependent on the companion, she figures. Eevee ignores the rest of the people and keeps her focus on the woman, moving in to press play for them both. "Heck yes I'm down with that. I'll serenade the hell out of you." Now while she isn't really shy in performance, she's more confident when it comes to playing her guitar. "Wise men say," she starts, gesturing towards Jess with a paired eyebrow waggle. "Only fools rush in--."

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