Cliff's Edge

Closing in closer to you This could take all night Caving and crumbling on your hips, your lips, they're mine Sam Evans || Greaser

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socialitebecky:

What you love me?

It’s... I was being snarky. Sarcastic. Not... serious. Like, I’m sure you’re lovely and everything deep... deep down but, you know. I’m a grease stain, right?

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Rumour has it you're into guys. Is it true? Asking for a friend.

Uh, I mean, I don’t know where that rumour came from, but would it really be so bad if I was?

And sure... “for a friend.” Tell your friend that if they wanna find out, they should come ask me themselves. They never know what might happen.

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greaserhummel:

That’s good to hear. I’m sure that it’ll all be alright, and you’ll be better in no time, Sam. Of course; I’m here for you if you do need anything though. And my campaign is… going. I’m still hard at work, even with so much to do.

I hope so. I’m out of sports for like, ages though so I have no idea how I’m gonna make up extra credit. But I guess I’ll find something. Thanks, Kurt. It means a lot. I’ll hit you up if I think of anything but really, I’m good for now. Well, going is still good, right? Like, if it had hit a standstill that’d be worrying. If you need any help, let me know?

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socialmadison:

I am; both cute and funny. Also, ten times smarter than you, because I wouldn’t be stupid enough to get in the car in the first place for a race that I knew I couldn’t win. So, maybe suck it up and stop being such a crybaby about the fact that you’re a horrible driver and a stupid human being.

The day you stop being so damn immature, which I’m pretty sure will never happen, I’ll give it a shot. Until then, I’ll be a proud crybaby and you can choose whether to keep shooting insults that literally do nothing or actually find something more productive to do with all that useless energy.

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hopelessly-sandradee:

Aw Sammy, well I’ll be sure to try my hardest to smile lots so you don’t have to fight anyone! R-Really? Yeah I’d love that a lot. I’ll bring your card! And um, snacks! You’ll have to forgive me though, I’m really not the best at video games but I do really enjoy watching them, so you might have to teach me a thing or two.

Yeah, really! And I’ll let you in on a secret... I’m not great at them either. Like, some I’m better at than others but I can’t always get my hands and brain to match up. But we can find something we both can play for sure. 

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socialitebecky:

bye

Is this you denying our undying love, Becky? I’m heartbroken. Truly heartbroken.

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socialbrody:

Ow, indeed. For future reference, when you see a wall coming at you, you drive away from it, not towards it.

Hilarious. Truly. You should be on stage.

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puckermansv:

Well 50/50 isn’t terrible all things considering.  I’m doing alright; ended up with black eyes some bruises and a couple cracked ribs but so far so good.  Aww thank Sam, I thought I did pretty well too.  I admit I really wanted to beat my brother but I did well over all so that’s good.  Try to avoid hitting a wall in the near future okay?

Black eyes? Ouch. Was it that bad? Yeah, well... If it makes you feel better Jake totally only won because I crashed. I would’ve whooped his ass otherwise. At least, that’s what I’m telling everyone. Yeah, yeah. Don’t drive into walls. Got it.

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greasetanalopez:

Honestly? Because it is Smythe, I’m more inclined to say that it was on purpose. He knows exactly how to get on someone’s bad side and shows no remorse in doing so. It was only a matter of time before he pissed off the wrong person. … Or it could have been one of the out-of-towners, but what are the actual chances of that? It’s a little late for that, Evans.

Okay, you have a point... You don’t think it was one of us, do you? I don’t wanna think that one of us could actually do something like that... I mean, I couldn’t blame them if they did, but still. Hitting someone with a car? Even if it is Sebastian... I just think it’s... shit that he was hit by a car. That’s totally it.

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socialsebastian:

Why are you ignoring it? Did it hit too close to home, perhaps? It’s not nearly as fun for me when you are so encouraging of it, but don’t expect that to deter me.

People have died from crashes much less severe, so there may very well be a chance that they were not being as dramatic as you claim. Let’s be honest, it would be quite out of character for us if I were to decide to take an order from you. If I remember correctly, you were the one who rather enjoyed being given orders and obeying them. A lot. But I won’t go into further detail since you’re all battered and bruised at the moment, and I wouldn’t want to rile you up by reminding you of those particular, satisfying memories. It was a donation from an anonymous source so I’m afraid that there is no way to ‘return to sender.’ For the sake of this conversation, let’s say it was me who made this charitable donation, what would you be willing to do to make it up to me?

Oh, I didn’t. I think we all know by now that there’s pretty much nothin’ that would deter you from insulting one of us. Someone could punch you every time and you’d probably keep going.

Yeah, maybe... But I guess I’m not dead and I guess I should be thankful for that. You should try taking orders from time to time, you know. You’d be surprised how relaxing it really is. But hey, you missed your chance to visit anyway. And I won’t be at Lacrosse like... ever again, so I guess you’ve got a get out of jail free card, huh? You don’t have to see me again so as much fun as I’m sure it’ll be to rile me up, it’s not gonna do you much good.

Seb, come on... That’s a lotta money. A hell of a lot, I can't just take it, anonymous or not. There’s gotta be something I can do in return, or even just... pay you back. It’d have to be over time, but I’ll do it.

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socialitebecky:

Yea whatever loser, I don’t care for the likes of you smelly oily greasers. And you stink so go soak up in the ocean or pool ugh.

...Cute.

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greasetanalopez:

Well, sure. If it were just some random person walking down the street, but who would want to own up to running down the Mayor’s son? The Mayor probably has a firing squad ready for the moment they find out who it was. Somehow I’m not all that convinced.

I guess I meant it kinda generically, but you’re right. Do you reckon it was on purpose? Or like, an accident? It coulda been one of the outta town kids, right? Can we forget I said anything?

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socialsebastian:

Who are you trying to kid, Evans? Processing even the simplest of thoughts has always been a challenge for you. I have the cash, indeed and, considering how easy it is to insult you, I do believe you could make a fortune off of me alone. I would imagine that, with you hospitalized, the Evans’ are in dire need of a money miracle and I do like giving to the less fortunate.

That I did. Horrific sight, from an observer’s point of view, if you ask meIs this a wild attempt at reverse psychology, telling me not to do something, knowing quite well that I despise being told what to do and frequently do the opposite out of defiance? Scrapes, bruises, and the worst being a fractured wrist. I’m okay, Samuel. Are you? Are your parents? Your siblings? Money must be oh so tight now now. What ever will you lot do?

I’m just gonna ignore that comment. I mean, I can handle most of the shit you throw at me, all of it in fact, so hey. Start coughing up. Like you said, we’re less fortunate or whatever, so by all means, keep the cash and insults coming. 

I saw a couple photos people were circulating and someone at the hospital said I was lucky to be alive but I’m pretty sure she was being dramatic. Come on, Seb. When have you ever actually done anything I wanted you to, reverse psych or not? I’m glad you’re okay... Like, I heard but I didn’t get much info so I guess I assumed the worst but... I’m glad you’re okay. Me? Fine. Parents aren’t lettin’ me anywhere near a car, but fine. Siblings too.

...It was you, wasn’t it? You paid the bill? Seb, you know I can’t accept it. You gotta let me pay you back, or make it up to you or something...

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greaser-gilbert:

Are you sure? A smashed up leg and a scrambled brain don’t sound exactly… good. Hunter is a maniac, dude. I keep having flashbacks, you know? I may be healing physically, but fuck. I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if Sebastian didn’t step in front of him.

I mean, it’s not good. Like, my leg’s gonna be in a cast forever, or at least it feels like that and I still can’t do a whole lot cause my head hurts all the time, but you know, I’m alive. So that’s gotta count for something. I mean, I saw the pictures of the car, and fuck, dude. I’m gonna be paying back that care for the rest of my life. Yeah, he’s... I noticed he’s got a bit crazy. A lot crazy. Super crazy. Seb actually jumped in front? I mean, that’s... I’m glad you’re okay. I mean, as okay as you can be. Have you looked into like, talking to anyone about it? I know that’s a total cop out, but maybe it’ll help... Or we can just sleep in the same room forever and stop eachother having nightmares.

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hickeybyjake:

You have a job, too, don’t you? You get cash either way. But not the glory of coming in first or second. You’re the afterthought, dude. I came second to a guy who’s probably got a lot more experience than I do and who’s been driving awesome cars a lot longer than me. I would be more embarrassed if I lost to someone like you.

Quick question, did your airbag actually work or did your lips stop your face from hitting the wheel?

Do... Did. Might have. Depends. I mean, by your standards, I’ve lived my entire life as an afterthought, what makes this any different? Someone like me... You do remember you were someone like me, right? Just cause you’ve got money and shit now, doesn’t make you any better than the rest of us.

And for the record, nothing cushioned it. The seatbelt stopped me from full-on wacking my face, but I didn’t exactly escape unhurt. Get your facts right, dude.

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hopelessly-sandradee:

Yes, that counts for a big something. Yeah! It’s nothing special but I was sure to add in some Dr. Seuss jokes because it was always my favorite when you would do those. Plus I wanted to try and make you smile, even if it was just for a second!

You always make me smile, Marley. Like, without fail. Except when you’re sad, cause then I just wanna kick the ass of whoever upset you. Seriously though, thank you. I uh, I get out of hospital tonight or tomorrow if you wanna come by? We could play video games or something.

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socialmadison:

I’d rather be the annoying one than the stupid one who thought he was Harry Potter and could go through a wall.

Cute. You think you’re funny. Tell you what, you jump in a car going as fast as mine was. You do that, control it around that stupid ass circuit, lose control once or twice and then come to me and talk about stupid ‘cause I’m still pretty sure I’m not the stupid one here.