Little Boy Blue

[aftresources]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭  \  sentence starter pack,  i.  feel free to change wording  \  pronouns as you see fit. 

don’t go. 

please, don’t go. 

it hurts. 

this hurts. 

we can’t be friends. 

you shouldn’t be here. 

stay here with me. 

it doesn’t feel like you care. 

i can’t feel your heart. 

i’m so alone. 

i need you here, with me. 

there’s nothing left. 

we’re up in flames, the both of us. 

it all comes crashing down. 

i don’t know what to do. 

you won’t go with me? 

why don’t you stay here? 

i’m going alone.

my heart’s broken. 

they broke your heart. 

where did this come from? 

how did you get this scar? 

who is {name}? 

what are you saying? 

i shouldn’t have come here. 

it’s like we’ve become strangers. 

who hurt you? 

who did this to you? 

please, don’t ignore me.

please, say something. 

is there something i should know?

i’m not leaving you here. 

you can’t do this to me. 

after all that we’ve been through… 

there’s something you need to know. 

[rpmemesource]

a list of don’t sentence starters :

❝ don’t you dare touch him/her. ❞

❝ don’t look at me like that; like i matter to you. ❞

❝ i don’t understand why you’re acting this way. ❞

❝ don’t say that to me, [NAME]. not you, of all people. ❞

❝ what i don’t understand is how you can be so nonchalant in this situation. ❞

❝ please don’t make me go. ❞

❝ i don’t want to leave yet. ❞

❝ why don’t you just stay the night ? ❞

❝ don’t you love me anymore ? ❞

❝ no, you don’t understand. ❞

❝ you could, but you just don’t want to. ❞

❝ no matter what happens, don’t forget about me. ❞

❝ don’t say that you love me. ❞

❝ how can i live with myself if i don’t at least try to save you ? ❞

❝ don’t you know better than that by now ? ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to do with you anymore. ❞

❝ i don’t want to live a life without you in it. ❞

❝ your mind games don’t work on me. ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to happen to you. ❞

❝ please don’t miss me once i’m gone. ❞

❝ don’t go breaking my heart. ❞

❝ i don’t think anyone could love you the way i do. ❞

❝ you really don’t understand how much you mean to me, do you ? ❞

❝ i don’t want to die. ❞

❝ now don’t assume that this suddenly means we’re friends. ❞

❝ i don’t want you to be with anyone else. ❞

❝ don’t touch that, it’s valuable ! ❞

❝ ’ just friends ’ don’t look at each other like that. ❞

❝ please don’t cry. ❞

❝ don’t we deserve a happy ending ? ❞

[hcllingswcrth]

Ugh I'm so sick ):

I'll be working on everyones replies over the next few days.

[hcllingswcrth]

♡ “Just.. mostly about your past relationships at Degrassi.” Zig and her had always had an unkindled friendship. They were friendly in the halls and sometimes made conversation, but they never had much in common and their only relation was their mothers had worked together years priors before her’s died. She had heard most of what happened with Maya through him. Ramona looked at him before back to her computer, “You don’t have to worry or anything, I don’t really care about that stuff. I just hated seeing your stupid wonder boy smile in the hallways. It was..kind of cute but I wanted to smack it right off you.” She nudged him with her shoulder playfully. Ramona didn’t know whether Miles had changed, or if he was a different person now but she figured it wasn’t up to her to determine that. A lot had happened in the years, enough to make anyone act different, and she was no stranger to that. Once everything on the site was set up to go she handed her computer over to him, standing up on the mattress; this was her thinking process.  “I am a memory in present time, one you never think of. One you never think to wonder  . .” she began reciting the beginning lines of the poem she had in mind, and once she was done she asked him to help edit. All she needed was to have four poems and three short stories in order to finish her application. Checking the time, Ramona noticed it had gotten late. “Hey, um, it’s like 10:30.. your parents might yell at you or something. You can go, if you want,” she paused, “But thanks for.. coming over. As a thanks you can take a slice.” She smiled at him, “How does it feel to be buddies with the best girl in school? Pretty good, right?”

“ Well, what you heard is not true, mostly.” he shifted his body slightly, as if to say he was uncomfortable with the current topic at hand. He hadn't always been the best at relationships, half the time he didn't even care as long as he was getting laid, but when he met Tristan, things were just.. different with him. They felt different. He had felt like Tristan was the only person at Degrassi who actually understood him, and without that he was like a lost puppy. As much as he had used people to make his feelings disappear for even a little while, he didn't want to do that to Ramona.  Miles grabbed her laptop as she handed it to him and he set it down on his lap, resting his hands on the keyboard. He had admittedly zoned out while she had recited her poetry, there was just too much on his mind. He shook his head at the mention of his parents. " They'll be fine, I kind of want to stay here a bit longer anyways." He smiled back before taking the slice from her. “ but I can’t say no to another slice of this delicious pizza.” He took a bite of it before placing it back into the box. Placing her laptop next to him on the mattress, he started reaching over and grabbing his bag, he had forgotten it was open when a notebook fell out and he quickly scrambled to put it back in, hoping she wouldn't notice. He set his bag back down and smiled back at her softly " Yeah it feels amazing."

[silkirose]

👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻🎃👻

[hcllingswcrth]

♡ “𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲? 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, Mr. Hollingsworth.” Ramona waved the cheesy goodness around in his face, poking him with the end of her slice before she took another bite. “I knew all about you,” she spoke as she chewed. Before she was friends with Gracie and Jonah, she mostly just hung around and listened to other’s talk. It had annoyed her, their first year, how everyone had a crush on this kid. She had never understood why. By the time he and Tristan had broken up the first time, she was no longer interested in hearing what was happening around the school. So, it was a bit amusing that here they sat together, eating slices with each other. “I think your life is anything but interesting–– but I’ll take your word for it.” Ramona grabbed her laptop, which had been stashed under her pillow to keep her brother’s greasy fingers off of it. The last bit of pizza hung from her mouth as she opened it and began typing, going to the site of the competition. She explained to him the rules, requirements, deadlines and more, considering you got admitted. “I really want to join their summer program before going in. It’s at some stupid campsite but I’m good at finding wood for fires.” Looking over at him, she leaned forward, stealing a bite from his pizza.

“ Well, Halloween is my favourite holiday, and you better be careful where you’re waving your pizza around, I might end up taking a bite.” he took a bite of his own pizza and crossed his legs. His life had been anything but normal, and he was just starting to feel normal after the whole Esme situation, he just started getting clean and finally getting the proper help that he needed, but even then not giving into the temptation was tricky. In therapy, he had been taught to turn his pain into words, whether it be by writing or speaking his thoughts out loud, and he had also made a promise to himself to not date anybody else until he felt he could emotionally handle a relationship, but this wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be when he was so used to using people as a way to make himself feel something other than pain, he didn’t want to get too close to her, for fear of slipping back into that pattern  “Oh yeah? What have you heard?”  he asked, curious as to what she would say, he finished his slice before going to grab another. “ Campsite? I havent been camping since I was in boarding school, that was a fun time.” he shrugged, thinking back on how his old friends used to sneak out at night and go skinny dipping in the lake for fun, until they all got caught and had to explain exactly why they were naked in the lake. 

[hcllingswcrth]

Alli Bhandari

Miles made his way into the empty classroom and wandered over to the desk that had been situated next to Ali, placing his bag on top of the desk before he sat down. It had been a miracle that he had even showed up, considering he usually skipped most of his classes, and the last place he had wanted to be was at a tutoring session. “ Look, I know I’ve missed a few classes but it is really necessary that I have to be here? “ 

[cocsasuggestion]

i had to grow up before i was supposed to 

[vaememes]

              ANGST  FOR  SHIPS  SENTENCE  PROMPTS .

              A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF ANGST SHIPPY PROMPTS,

                  CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED/FITTING .

❛    i   love  you.  do  you  love  me?   ❜

❛    i  thought  we  loved  each  other.    ❜

❛    why  are  you  with  him/her/them?   he’s/she’s/their  not  good  for  you.   ❜

❛    please  ..   don’t  leave  me  here  alone  to  rot.   ❜

❛    you  deserve  better.   ❜

❛    why   haven’t   answered  my  calls,   my   texts?   ❜

❛   you   vanish   for   three   days   then   decide   to   come   back   around?    ❜

❛   i’m  worried  about  you.   ❜

❛   i   don’t   know   if   what   i   feel   for   you   is   love.   ❜

❛   [ name ]   told   you  i   was  bad   for   you?   ❜

❛   you   always   pretend   you   don’t   care   but   i   know   you   do.   ❜

❛   you  don’t  love  me  anymore?   ❜

❛   why   won’t   you   ever   tell   me   that   you   love   me?   ❜

❛   you  didn’t  miss  me,   not   even   a   little? ❜

❛   can   we   just   have   one   more  kiss.   ❜

❛   don’t   say   that,   you  don’t  mean  it.    ❜

❛   please,  don’t   do   this   to   us.  ❜

❛   nothing  is   stopping  us  from  being   together   except   you.   ❜

❛   i’m  sorry,   i   won’t   do   it   again,   i   promise.   ❜

❛   i’m   not   in   love   with   you.  ❜

❛   why   are   you   doing   this?   ❜

❛   you   know   we   can’t   be   together.   ❜

❛   i’m  not   jealous,   just   curious.   ❜

❛   we’re   kissing   other   people   now?   ❜

❛   well,    you’re   not    allowed   to   leave   me,    ever.   ❜

❛   just   tell   me   where  the   hell   we    stand   at   now.    ❜

❛   stop   messing   with   my   emotions   because   you’re   unsure   of   yours.   ❜

❛   tell   me    this    isn’t    true,    please.   ❜

❛   you  broke  my   trust   which   is   worse   than   breaking   my   heart.   ❜

❛   i   can’t    always    help    when   you’re    in    trouble.  ❜

❛   i   thought   we   we’re   done.   ❜

❛   i   just   want   to   love   you,    let   me   love   you.   ❜

❛   you   pretend   you   don’t   know   me   in   front   of   your   friends.   ❜

❛    no,   i    cannot    just   be   your   friend.    it’s   not    enough   for   me.   ❜

❛    you’re    just    going   to   leave   without   saying   goodbye?   ❜

❛   i   don’t   want    anyone   else   but   you.  ❜

❛   how   can   you   treat   me   this    way?  ❜

❛   you   don’t   deserve   him/her/them,   you   deserve   better.   ❜

❛   you   know    i    will    always    love   you.   ❜

❛   you   shouldn’t   have   came   here.   ❜

❛   we    are    not   meant   to    be.  ❜

❛   you’re   not   in    love,    you’re   obsessed.    ❜

❛   i’ve   been   searching   for   you   in   everyone.   ❜

❛   do   yourself   a   favor   and   stop   loving   me.    ❜

❛    your   mother/father   didn’t   love   you   so   you   think   no   one   can.   ❜

❛    you   can’t    break   my   heart    twice.   ❜

❛    we   can   run   away    together,    start   new.  ❜

❛    can’t   you   see,    what    you’re   doing   to   me? ❜

[hcllingswcrth]

♡ “𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫’𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫?” She knew he was having a tough time, but she never thought about it happening at home. She nudged his shoulder as he laughed, sticking her foot in his face. She would’ve taken it off, but she kind of wanted to show off her socks. Already Halloweenie themed. It was striped; black and orange, with tiny bats and pumpkins. The other was purple, spirals with a skeleton in the center. Ramona hoped he liked stinky feet. Once he started reading, she bounced herself up next to him, taking a look at the title before watching his face, awaiting a reaction. “Yeah? You like it?” she said, looking towards the date it was written. 2016. She didn’t do much writing back then, It was mostly stuff she scratched onto paper, long before she decided she didn’t want to do music. “Did you even know I existed, Miles?” Ramona asked, raising her eyebrows, almost expecting him to lie. “It’s okay if you didn’t.. I looked different when we came to Degrassi.” Taking the notebook into her possession, the young girl threw herself down on the mattress. A knock came to the door, before it was creaked open. It was her brother, Roman. They looked well alike; though he was taller and had gruff. “Hey, pizza,” he said, sliding a box in on the floor before closing the door. Immediately, Ramona sprung back up. “You can keep looking, I’ma munch. We can get started after you tell me more about how awesome I am, or do you wanna rant about your asshole dad so more?” she grabbed a slice.

Pushing her feet out of the way, he took note of her Halloween themed socks. “I have a pair like that myself, just haven’t gotten around to digging them out. “ He shifted himself over to give her room to sit up. “ I guess I have to be. “ he shrugged with a soft smile indicating that he was joking.  " I knew of you, but I didn't know you personally. " he begun reflecting back on his first year at Degrassi, back when his only issue was what girls number he was going to try and get next, he had changed quite a bit since then. Reaching over for the pizza box, he opened it and got a slice out. Hearing his phone vibrate next to him, he looked down at the screen, it was Frankie asking him where he was, turning the screen back off he put his phone in his pocket. " I wouldn't want to bore you with the details of my life. " he stated before taking a bite. He knew that there had been rumours and whisperings about what was going on at the Hollingsworths, but most of the talk going around the school was either fabricated, or spun to make himself look like the bad guy, like he was the instigator, and that frustrated him. Even after all of the therapy sessions he went to to try and make himself feel better, the thought of his father still gave him anxiety, he couldn’t fathom why his mom would ever even let him back into the house, or even let him be around Frankie or Hunter after what he did. “ Maybe we should just get started.” 

[hcllingswcrth]

♡ “A little. My brother knows more than me I’ve.. mostly stuck to writing. I help him compose sometimes but, I don’t know if I’m any good.” Her family shared a gift together; melodic harmony. But that also meant they were isolated. Once you’ve learned to create a world on your own, you never want to come back to this one. She scoffed a bit at his tease, “My dad has no idea who comes or leaves this house.” With that, Ramona walked over to her mattress, letting herself fall on her stomach with a small bounce; reaching over towards the floor, pulling up a small box. It had two purple butterflies over the top, her name written in paint on the side. From inside, she took out a series of composition notebooks, placing them on her bed. She began turning through the pages. “I started a series,” she said, “On the feelings of inanimate objects.” Rolling onto her back, she looked over at him, potting a spot next to her.

“ Sounds like you’ve got it made.” he stated with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Whereas my dad only cares about himself, even after the stupid election he’s trying to smooth things over with my sister and brother by buying their love” He scoffed slightly, “He’s manipulative and somehow I’m the problem child.”  he looked down at the floor for a second before glancing back up, seeing that she was now laying on her bed. “Enough about my life, though.” he watched as she shuffled through the notebooks and eventually landed on the one she wanted to read. He smiled softly at her comment and couldn’t contain the soft chuckle that came from his lips. “ You’re kidding, right? “ he stated, at least, he was hoping she was. Inanimate objects didn’t have feelings, everyone knew that. He started walking over to her bed and he took a seat down next to her,  picking up a composition notebook and flipping through the pages, stumbling on a few pieces of writing that were dated a few years back. His eyes scrolled back and fourth as he read. “Woah.. these are really good. You know, I would have never pegged you as a writer.”  

[hcllingswcrth]

♡ “God, finally you’re here! I’ve been waiting for an ho–” Ramona had come out with full burst of exasperation as she opened the door, expecting the delivery boy. She had ordered a pizza awhile ago, everyone in her house had unanimously agreed that no one was in the mood to make a home cooked meal. “Oh, hey,” her expression softened as she came to the realization of who it was. “Sorry about that, I’m absolutely starving.” The door was opened fully to allow him in. Most of the lights were dim and Grateful Dead filled the empty space through speakers upstairs. “That’s my dad,” she said, beginning to lead Miles up the stairs once they were inside. “Oh, can you take off your shoes? My mom never liked it when we tracked dirt up the carpet.” The upper level of the home had a piano, sheets and ornaments piled over its roof. There was a miniature drum set and key pad along with a couch. Besides the bathroom, in the first view two doors laid opposite from each other. One was her brother’s room, and the other was hers. After Ramona led her guest inside she closed the door behind her, leaning on it. “D’your parents know you’re here? I’ll make sure you get home by nine,” she joked.

Miles raised his eyebrow when she answered the door in such a burst of exasperation, it took him by surprise. “It’s fine,  I get it, I haven’t eaten since breakfast. ”  As soon as he walked in, he took off his shoes at the door and followed her up the stairs, taking in the sights along the way. “I didn’t know you played?” He gestured over to the piano once he saw it, he himself was never interested in learning how to play, but he was intrigued at the sight. it was something about the softness of the sound that came out of it when the keys were hit perfectly that he loved. He made his way into her room, rolling his eyes at her comment, trying to shift the conversation off of his family.  “ I’m surprised that your parents let you have me over at such a late hour.” he teased as a smirk formed across his lips. 

[hcllingswcrth]

♡ Ramona couldn’t help but find it adorable. His enthusiasm, it was refreshing. Usually in the Davis home there was almost a pleasant silentness. Her father, often tucked himself away in his study; composing, orchestrating. And her brother, well, he didn’t care much to leave his room. Often she wandered around the house alone, counting how many footsteps could fill up a place. She always got bored after 47. She decided she had left him on read long enough. It was dangerous, the mind. So enticing. Mona replied with her address, locking her phone and moving to find the stuffed journals she had hidden away. Was it too early? For him to have an opinion on her. She wondered anyway. There wasn’t anything wrong with thinking, you just had to be careful not to allow your thoughts to sweep you from the present. She also wondered of Miles was often not there. Ramona waited for him near the door, on the couch. She hadn’t told Grace or Jonah, something she figured she’d had done by now. But, matter of fact was . . they just both needed a friend. She supposed she had a couple. “If you get lost, I’ll come find you.” [ She sent in a follow up text ] but there are things that feel safer kept with a stranger.

After not hearing back for a little while, Miles had decided to take a drive and clear his head. His home life was still on the rocks, especially now that his father was beginning to try and weasel his way back into their lives, and now with his boyfriend in the hospital, he needed a break from his own head. He usually spent half of his time thinking but this time his thoughts were interrupted by hearing his phone vibrate.  He reached over onto the passenger seat where his phone was and picked it up, reading the messages, he smiled softly and messaged back, shifting his attention between the road and his phone. “Be there in 15.” he pressed send and put the address into his gps. He pulled into her driveway and got out of his car, making his way up the steps and to the door, knocking gently. 

[hcllingswcrth]

♡ Ramona stayed quiet as she watched Miles squirm in his seat. Silently, she drank her tea. She’d be patient, it seemed like the last thing he needed right now were expectations. As he apologized, she gently shook her head, nudging the coffee away from his reach. Caffeine wasn’t going to do his jitters any good.  “You get to be anywhere but here.” Mona smiled at him. She grabbed her bag from the table, throwing it over her shoulder as she stood. “I should get going, Grace and Jonah are probably wandering around lost without me.” Before she left though, she patted around the pockets of her bag. Once finding a pen, she leaned over the table, writing her number on one of the crumpled up napkins with her name displayed big at the top. 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 it read.

Later that night she waited a bit, to see if he’d message her. Simply out of curiosity, wanting to see whether he was in or out. She played music on her computer, wrote down some notes and drew flowers at the top of her paper, but she often found her concentration stuck to her cell.

Miles watched as she stood up and he smirked at her response, even letting out the slightest of scoffs but before he could respond, she was gone. He glanced down at the piece of napkin and tapped his finger on the table, debating on if he should keep her number and text her, or if he should just let it blow over, he did need a friend after all. He took the piece of napkin and stuffed it into his pocket, out of sight, out of mind.. right? Not quite. He stood up and grabbed his bag, putting his laptop away before pulling the strap over his shoulder and walking out of the dot. He certainly didn’t want to go home anytime soon, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what she had said and after everything that has been going on in his life lately, he could use a distraction.. reaching into his pocket, he took out his phone along with the napkin and began typing her a message. “ I’ll do it “ sent. Tapping his phone onto the palm of his other hand slightly and thinking before sending a second message. “ I can come over soon if you want to get started?” 

[hcllingswcrth]

♡ “Where else would you rather be?” It felt wrong, to mourn someone she barely knew. She had crossed paths with Tristan a handful of times, seen him at a few parties and shared a couple jokes; but nothing that would prolong the deep rooted pain that had settled in the boy across from her. But it also felt wrong, to not be as upset or feel the morose effects of such a tragedy. It wasn’t a feeling to feign, nor was it her place. “I’m applying for a Young Arts program and I wanted to enter with verse compositions. I heard you were good at piecing, soo . . I was wondering if you wanted to help me out. Y’know, if you aren’t busy.” She brought the cool mug to her lips as she awaited an answer. Jonah and Grace quickly spun around once their position had been compromised. They figured they’d just wait for Ramona elsewhere, leaving their seats and walking by the two with cups in hands and mouthing something to each other that was incomprehensible. It was like their job to beannoying, and they were certainly doing it well. Maybe the request was rather odd, considering despite having had classes together sophomore year, she had never until now made the decision to invoke a conversation. Either way, she hoped her proposal was alluring enough to gain his acceptance. 

Miles set his coffee back down on the table before mulling the questions over in his mind before shrugging his shoulders a bit. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to visit Tristan, it was hard enough to deal with his condition alone, but actually seeing him in that state? It would destroy him. He fidgeted in his seat slightly as the thought of it made him uncomfortable “ Honestly? I would rather be anywhere but here right now.”  he stated, a bit short tempered.  He took a glance back down at his laptop and lightly tapped his fingers against the keys before letting out a gentle sigh. “ Sorry - I’ve just got a lot going on right now and the essay that my teacher wants me to write.. I just can’t write it.. I’ve been at it for hours and I’ve only typed one sentence.“  biting his lower lip, he closed his laptop screen before glancing back up at Mona, even though they hadn’t spoken until now, the idea peaked his curiosity. “ What’s in it for me?”

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♡  Ramona had never been invested in the theatrical works of Degrassi. Most of what went on she heard from her friends. Either way, it wasn’t like anything was kept silent in high school; certainly not what went on with Miles Hollingsworth. “What are you looking at? You’ve barely touched your chamomile.” She sort of ignored Grace’s question, looking behind her friend’s shoulders at the familiar face. “She’s making ogle eyes at Miles,” Jonah commented once he had taken notice, turning his head to look in the same direction– and soon, they both were. Mona groaned at them, looking down at the porcelain cup between her fingers, she had been waiting for it to cool down. “It’s not like he’s exactly hard to miss. Whenever he has that scowl on his face he does this. . twitchy thing with his lip.” – “Wow, okay, didn’t know you spent so much time being a creep!” She couldn’t find it in her to roll her eyes one more time at the pestering comments, so instead, she got up from her seat and went to go find a spot in front of Miles. He wouldn’t mind, would he? “Hey,” she said, making herself comfortable. “Don’t have any friends to scare off?” / @hcllingswcrth​

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“ If I did do you really think I would be here right now? “ Miles stated, not even looking up from his laptop. He had been there for a couple of hours with the intention of working on school work, so that he could get caught up and get the credits that he needed to graduate. His teacher had assigned him an essay and the subject was to write about personal experiences that he had gone through, and what he had learned from those experiences. He only got the first sentence typed before giving up and snooping around his Facerange - hoping to find good news about his boyfriend? He didn’t know what they were anymore, and he didn’t care, all he wanted was for Tristan to wake up. He took a short break from typing and wrapped his hand around the cup of coffee that he ordered and took a sip,  looking up from his laptop long enough to notice that both of her friends were looking over at him. “Looks like you do, though.”  

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Hey, guys!

So after a very long and much needed hiatus, I am back! I’m going to be doing a little bit of renovation on here but if anybody would like a starter, hit the heart and I’ll send one your way, or just shoot me a message and we could plot!