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panic cord, scout & ollie
Ollie brushed away her efforts at help, her small hands raised in the air so eager to try for him. It was embarrassing really, that he still did this and hadnât grown out of the fights or dragging Scout into it each and every time. The instructions she relaid were simple enough and he leaned heavily against the counter in question, he was so tired but at this point he had no idea if he had a concussion or not and letting himself drift off was a really bad idea. One hand shot out to steady her as she carefully climbed onto the sink, she didnât look as though she was about to fall but instinct made him reach out anyway. He let out a bone-achingly deep sigh and nudged his face deeper into her palm, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks âThank you,â he breathed against the tiny pads of her fingers.
In Ollieâs mind, there was probably a good reason to start the fight. Sure, in the eyes of everyone else, probably not, but thatâs besides the point as of right now. She needed him calm and okay. Which, seemed to be the case but she didnât know what was going on in the inside. Running the cloth under the hot water, she dampens it to bring it to wipe away marks of blood on his eyebrow, running down his cheek. âWhat am I gonna do with you...â She sighs, in a more endearing tone. Her other hand rests at the nape of his neck, rubbing her thumb over the skin in soothing motions. She tilted her head to the side as she noticed his heavy eyes and vacant stares. âDonât fall asleep on me,â She stops rubbing to lightly slap him, speaking with an agitated tone, only to go back to soft and comforting. âYou can sleep when weâre done.â Scout liked when for once he was the first to fall asleep and she could rub patterns into his shoulders and take care of him.
behind doors â scout & garrett
Garrett wanted to roll his eyes, but instead pulled out his pack of cigarettes and got up. He wandered over to a window and light up, breathing in the smoke and looked back at her. âGlad someone figured it out,â was all he said before turning back to look out the window as he kept one hand crossed over his chest. If she didnât like the smell of his smoke, he was more than confident she would tell him so.
Scout raised her eyebrows as he stood up to go over by the window. How considerate of him. She sits up with a chuckle and gives him a squinty look. âYou donât have to smoke all the way over there. Jesus, I just lit up a bowl in here, you think tobacco is gonna bother me?â She kinda wanted one of her own now, but she figured sheâd pace herself for now.  âCome sit back down.â She waved him back over.
today iâm icy  //  a playlist for Scout Aldri
Polarize, Twenty One Pilots // Psychotic Girl, The Black Keys // Donât Trust Me, 3OH!3 // Feelinâ Myself, Nicki Minaj ft. Beyonce // Sweatpants, Childish Gambino // Settle Down, The 1975 // Boys Donât Cry, Natalia Kills // The Greatest Man That Ever Lived, Weezer // Dysentery Gary, Blink 182 // Kiss With a Fist, Florence + The Machine // Fences, Paramore // The Kids Arenât Alright, Fall Out Boy
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panic cord, scout & ollie
Ollie followed her as quietly as he could, footfalls nearly silent as he stepped lightly in his tough leather boots. The brightness in the bathroom was too sudden for his eyes and spots danced across his vision, he swiped a hand across his brow and winced when he pressed against a sore spot above his left eye socket. He wrung his bleeding hands together as he thought of a way to tell her but drew a blank, the pressure was lifted when he ascertained that she was too furious to even try to hear him out right now. Justified really, but it still hurt. âI bruised the left sideâŠâ he muttered, as he reached back and grasped the sweater from the nape. The awkward position made a flare of pain shoot through him but he grit his teeth and stifled the groan that was nearly forced out of him. The hard look sheâd been focusing on him melted away as she looked down to the damage and he shifted uncomfortably.
He watched as he struggled to grasp at his shirt. Her hands lifted to help him but she was tiny and wouldnât be able to help him in the slightest. The pain was so evident that Scout realized she could be angry later. Right now was make-sure-ollieâs-okay time. She saw his side, and how the purple was just starting to form. âJesus, Oliver,â She muttered, pushing up her long sleeves and softly running a finger over the spot to feel what was underneath. Looking up at him quickly she licked her lips nervously, âLean against the counter, Iâll wash you up.â She grabbed a wash cloth and climbed on top of the sink to be at eye-level with him. âItâs okay,â She smiled, running her thumb across his cheek. She didnât know what he did, or why he did it, or if he felt guilty at all, but itâs all fine. Everythingâs fine right now. No oneâs in critical condition (she figures), Scoutâs not mad, not really, and he came to her with always makes her feel better. If heâs hurt, she's rather he come to her than anyone else.
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Nova sat on one of the stools beside Scout so the two where at the same level as Nova began to sing and Scout began to play. Looking out into the crowd and seeing everyone nodding and singing along, she smiled over at Scout as she sang, thinking the two of them should do this more often.
Things like this donât last enough, and as Scout chimed in with her own harmonies and little bits and pieces to add, she was truly enjoying herself. Scout had no idea how fun this was going to be, and it was clear on her face how much fun she was having. When it came to itâs end, she smiled and looked at the crowd as people clapped and cheered.
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Nova smiled as they walked up on stage and the people in the shop stopped to watch them preform. âIâm Nova, and this is Scout and we will be doing This Is What You Get for you guys today.â Nova said into the small mic as she took a place on stage beside Scout. Nova loved being on stage, it felt so natural. And being up there with Scout only made her enjoy herself more.
Scout enjoyed the stage as long as she wasnât the only one there. And with Nova, it was even more fun. Scout began strumming to the beginning of the song and nodding along like she would usually do when playing. She kind of missed playing with Nova.
behind doors â scout & garrett
âWhat? That youâre not my type?â he asked, giving a small laugh as he shook his head. If she believed him or not, that wasnât any of his concern. No one really did bother to ask what he was into, rather things along âthen what kind of girl are you intoâ and it had become a process of just grunting and rolling his eyes. Even now he just laid back against the couch still, busily watching the TV, a little interested in what was playing, though unsure what it was exactly.
âIâm everyoneâs type, babe.â She rolls over, her limbs feeling loose from the stretch. Everyone loves Scout for their own weird little reasons. Sheâs sexy, and not charming in a charming way. People adored her and wanted her, or they hated her and wanted her. She was just that person. Though, she knew she wasnât on Garrettâs radar, and that was perfectly fine. âYou donât have to admit it out loud, sweetie.â She pats his cheek with a lazy grin.
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behind doors â scout & garrett
âYouâre not my type anyways,â he said as his head tilted back against the cushion. His eyes closed as he just relaxed for a moment, pocketing his phone and shrugged. âKick me out then,â not minding just how this night went. He did have to admit the fact some people thought he was straight-passing was amusing, even though most people argued he was probably asexual. When sexuality mattered almost as much as the music you made was beyond Garrett, figuring it was no one but his own business and those that he did end up sleeping with.
As an individual who battles with confusion and figuring oneself out, she doesnât give a rats ass about other peopleâs orientation. Even if she did know Garrettâs orientation, sheâd probably still act the same. Scout just laughs, though, stretching herself back on the couch, letting her limbs elongate to stretch out, hearing a few cracks in the process as she made a sound indescribably to match the stretch. âYeah, that was a good one.â
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Nova perked up at Scouts suggestion, she was a sucker for Paramore songs so as soon as Scout as Thatâs What You Get she was sold on the idea. âParamore, yes. We are totally going this, come on.â Nova said with a smile as she reached for Scouts hand to pull her up to the stage with her.
Scout raised her eyebrows, genuinely surprised at how for it she was. But Scout just laughs, going along with it as she was dragged up to the stage. Immediately, there were cheers and claps. Scout just grins as she looks to grab a guitar sitting on a stand. âLead the way.â Scout nods towards Nova. This was mostly her idea, anyways.
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Milli only wore a smile and nodded,âIâd bet. How was the west coast compared to the east?â The brunette thought it a bit awkward, but went through with the conversation. She was happy for Scout. She deserved it. It only irked her a bit that Scout had gotten what they wanted. âNot too bad,â She said with a shrug,âUm, this is my last year at UMCP.âÂ
Scoutâs body felt tense as she shrugged at the question. There was a lot of shrugging today. âI didnât hate it, but itâs nothing to the East. Itâs better here. Clearly.â Chuckling just softly, she licks her lips and looks at her feet, still unable to tell what to do. But Milli answered Scout question and thank god for that, giving her something to go with. âAy, congrats. I hope it all goes well for you.â That was true. Scoutâs always wished the best for Milli.
Armie groaned. âI donât want to hear from PR for at least a week Scout, promise me that. If I get another call about one of us ending up on the cover of every trashy magazine Iâm going to quit the band.â He was kidding, of course, but heâs been berated enough for a lifetime. He was just a kid, he should be allowed to make mistakes. âOh god no. Give it a month and Iâll bored of this whole normal thing and start jamming on street corners.â Armie couldnât picture his life without music anymore. Sure it got overwhelming at times, but if had the pressure of tours and managers taken away he knew heâd find his passion for the art again.
Scout just chuckles and shakes her head, âIâll try my best. Scoutâs honor.â She holds up the fingers. Her favorite pun to make. Her whole life. Sipping from her cup again, she sets down the cup with an exaggerated sigh, placing her hand on her chest. âThank god. Iâll jam with you.â At least now she wont feel bad if they donât play tonight. Everyone will have their share of Aristotle even on their vacation. Scout, too, couldnât survive without doing music at this point. Hell, sheâs still writing music right now. Itâs impossible to stop at this point.
Armie laughed, leaning back in his chair. He didnât doubt the bassist, she had a way of expressing herself with her fists. âIf you do Iâm going to have to fireman carry you out of here. But I think everyone would applaud you.â Armie sighed, bringing his drink to his lips. âWeâre on a break, I wish people would realize that.â He loved performing, he wouldnât be where he was if he didnât. But it was nice to have a break from all of the pressure.
Scout laughs with him and sits back in her chair, âI bet they would. Thatâd be a fun picture to have floating around the internet. Our PR would be thrilled.â She can imagine the phone call sheâd get. Theyâre supposed to lay low, not punch people. âYeah, I know,â She runs her fingers through her hair. âDo you really plan to go six months without playing for people?â Scout didnât even know if she could do that. She gets not doing it right now, as they just go home. But the whole time? She (along with the fans) would go nuts.
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Milli only nodded slightly in response and drummed her fingers on the table silently. She couldnât think of any other small talk. The two hadnât really talked in a while and when they did last speak, things didnât end on great terms. âSo, uh, how was your tour?â Milli asked, speaking through the current artist who only banged on a set of bongo drums.Â
Brushing a few strands of her hair back, she licks her lips, looking at the imprint on the table from over the years. âI canât really put it into words. It was fun, and exhausting, and hard...â She didnât feel right talking about great it was to Milli, of all people. She felt like itâd just be indecent and plain rude. Considering that they wanted to do what she does now. Except, together. âHow has everything been here, though? Like, what are you doing?â She clears her throat, looking up.