the archers bows have broken

and i knew he would be dead, because dally winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

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“Shit! Really? We both totally crashed your party, dude —we ain’t gonna break anything, promise.“ The blond reassured the other guy, but now wondering how on earth his brother had found out about this party. “Well, that’s weird. On the bright side, they’ll start to leave when the booze’s over. You could make it disappear somehow….just saying.“ He commented with a knowing smile. “A little bit of everything, if I’m being honest, but I’m mostly dedicated to photography. I have my own thing, working on demand. How about you?”

“No, don’t worry, almost everyone here did -- It wasn’t even a party, just, like, me and three people.” Waving it off, J brought his drink to his lips, listening to the man speak of how everyone would leave once the alcohol was gone -- which was probably true, and something J was looking forward to. He was having fun while it was lasting, but he was still annoyed that someone would do something like this. How did they even get wind? It still bothered him, but the buzz he had going was beginning to drown it out. “I’m sure it’ll be gone soon enough, I can just ride it out until then,” he joked. 

When Heath welcomed his change of topic, James chuckled at his explanation, he seemed all over the place but he did mention photography. “That’s awesome, that you have something you enjoy doing. I do that sometimes, too, but not with photography. I’m a mechanical engineer, but sometimes I take things apart on the side and fix them for fun .. Which usually comes with some extra cash. I’m also weirdly into robotics.” Raising a brow at himself, he shrugged it off, never having really thought of how into machinery he is before then. “What do you like to photograph? Are you a people person, a scenery person, or what?”

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She tried her best to hold the couch up at a reasonable height, but she was failing at it. Luckily, they didn’t have to take the couch a far distance. She felt bad because she could tell he was struggling with their height difference. “Oh, thank you,” she said with a smile. Her parents had helped her pay for it, and she was really grateful. Now since she was set in her career, she was able to pay them back. “Yes, it is! We can just set it inside and then I can slide it to where it needs to be,” she said, continuing to walk. Cecelia began to bring her end of the couch through the door. It fit perfectly, just like she thought. Once they were both through the door, she slowly set her end down. “Now, can I get you anything?” She asked him. “Water? Something to eat? Literally anything.”

“Alright,” he agreed, getting a good grip on the couch once more and following her lead, her guiding the way inside of the house. J found himself relaxing once they got the couch onto the floor of the living room, remember that she said she would slide it into place, so he tried to resist the urge to move it into where he thought it would go. Something weird about James was that he actually loved moving around furniture in houses, but he didn’t tell people that and it was probably brought out by the design aspect of his career. 

Hearing her ask him a question, he lifted his head and looked to her, humming out a hm? for a moment before it clicked what she had asked. “Oh! No, no, thank you.” The male shook his head at the woman, smiling widely at her as he looked back towards the door they had walked in through. “I should really leave, I don’t want to invade.”

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text: J

V: Right, well. You looked great up there I don't know if you're hanging out but I'm at the table in the corner just off the bar parallel to the stage. I got a drink for you.

J: I don't need a drink, but thank you. I didn't expect you to be here.. I'll try to find you soon.

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text: J

V:Is this why you haven't gotten back to me all day?

J: I had to go practice with them, then go to the venue and set up. I planned to text you after.

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text: J

V: I was hanging out with a friend who's boyfriend is in a band. I didn't know you were too...

J: Because I'm not. We just do things sometimes, I'm like a sub-ber.

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VANESSAKING POSTED A PHOTO —

          “Found you.” @ jisforjerk

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JISFORJERK commented:

         “what the fuck?”

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“No, I don’t think it is. It’s just awkward, but it’s definitely a two person job, so that’s why I need help.” She could definitely manage taking one side of it. She wasn’t as fragile as she looked. “Yes, of course. I wasn’t going to leave you to do it all on your own. That would be incredibly rude of me” Cecelia laughed. “I promise I’m stronger than I look.” It wasn’t the first time someone mentioned that. She was used to it. “It’s just a regular couch. No bells or whistles. We shouldn’t have to turn it or anything.” She had it all calculated out in her head. Picking up the other end of the couch, she began to walk, leading the way to the backyard. 

Following her, he quickly realised that their heights weren’t matching -- while she seemed to be more holding it at a comfortable height for her, it was too low for him, and if he lifted it up higher, he risked overwhelming her. So, he stayed to the path, feeling like his knees were hitting it every step, but biting his tongue instead. Her house was nice, and J was excited to have met someone new. It seemed, lately, that his life was going in an upward direction, despite all the chaos of the past few weeks. Maybe he could make a new friend. “Your house is nice,” he commented, looking up at the outside of it as they reached the backyard. “Wish mine was so pretty. Is that the door?” He asked, placing the couch down slowly and pointing, trying to figure out in his mind if it would fit -- it seemed like it would, and he remembered that she mentioned they wouldn’t have to turn it, so he was confident it’d be an easy job with her reassurance.

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It really seemed like Cecelia couldn’t catch a break lately. Work had her busier than ever, and between that and looking after her daughter, sleep was pretty much nonexistent. Not that she was complaining, because there were definitely people out there who had it worse, but being a single parent was hard. The tiny woman sighed a sigh of relief when he said he’d help her. She had been ten minutes away from giving up and just leaving it. “Thank you so much! I don’t think it will take too long, so you should be on your way again in no time.” Cecelia never liked to be a bother to anyone. “I just need to get it through the backdoor.”

“Do you think it’s a lot? Not saying that you don’t entirely look like you can pick up a couch, but can you hold the weight if something goes wrong? What if we have to turn it?” Not wanting to seem sexist, he just worried that this small woman in front of him wouldn’t be able to twist the couch if that was the only way it would fit. Regardless, he had to trust her word and assume that she was right in saying she only needed his help and not multiple other people. “Sorry, forget I spoke,” he began, stepping towards the house and examining the couch that was nearby. “This should be easy, it doesn’t look too bad -- it doesn’t recline or have a mattress, does it? Those are a lot heavier than they appear and I don’t want to be caught off guard and throw out my back.” A small chuckle escaped the male’s lip as he moved closer to the couch, crouching down and picking up one end effortlessly. “I guess I answered my own question.”

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Cecelia stood in her driveway, hands on hips with a perplexed look on her doll-like features. She felt like an idiot for ordering a new couch with no way of possibly getting it inside all by herself. There wasn’t much to her to begin with, but still she tried several times (all unsuccessfully) to move it. It was fitting for how her day was going so far. First, she got called in for an emergency at work, then she couldn’t get her daughter to nap, and now there was the couch dilemma. As much as she hated asking for help, she knew she had to if she wanted to get the couch in the living room. 

As soon as someone walked by, she approached them. “Hey, would you mind doing me a favor? I thought I could get this couch inside by myself, but it turns out I can’t. If you help me out, I’ll buy you food, or a case of beer…or anything really.”

The evening was young still, and J stopped by his usual coffee spot on his way back from the office. Warm cup in hand, he decided to take a different route and somehow ended up a bit off from his destination ( home, ) it was probably the music in his headphones or the feeling of the California air. Or, maybe it was because the company was feeling generous and happy with their accomplishments, so they gave the entire team Friday off to go with their weekend, so he was gleeful and distracted by it. On a whim, he made a U-turn and stopped at a bus stop -- He had gotten off work early, and he knew Maverick’s baby sitter ( pet sitter ) had let her out recently, so he might as well go to the pier and find something tasty for them to eat. He even decided to get off at a stop a bit aways, so he could walk more.

With the sounds of City and Colour blaring the empty-stadium tone of the music through his headphones, he scrolled aimlessly through Facebook for a second as he waited to cross the street. Once he crossed, James began skipping through songs, and he heard someone speak between them. “Hm?” He questioned, lifting his head and removing his earbuds, moving his sunglasses to the top of his head out of habit. “I didn’t even see you there,” he began, shutting up almost immediately after as he listened to her story and her offer. “For sure, it’s no problem, you don’t owe me anything. I’d love to help.”

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“Oh your fun definitely isn’t my fun but that’s nothing to be sorry about. Still, I feel like Star Wars deserves a bigger audience. More grandeur, speakers, big screen, all of that. Last year I had a Star Wars party, everyone dressed up and we showed one of the movies via a projector and hung a sheet on the wall. It was fucking epic and I look so sexy as a storm trooper,” he joked. “Business is good. With school back in session everyone’s been in and out, lots of studiers. But it’s spring break now so it’s a little slow but it’s entertaining to watch everyone going crazy down by the beach.” He smiled as he shrugged and leaned against the counter. “I’m thinking of expanding it a bit. Opening an are on the roof, which would technically be above my apartment but I’m figuring it out.” 

Nodding in agreement, J reflected back on the newly released Star Wars movies he’d seen in theaters, and how he’d gone at least three times to see each one. “I would imagine you are,” he joked, taking a sip of his beer before smiling widely at Ruben. Not that he was actually picturing the man in a Storm Trooper get up, but whatever fueled Ruben’s confidence was something James could get behind. He thought back to the time the two had met, and how Ruben’s shop had a beautiful view of the beach front, it was something he imagined comforted the other male when times were slower. He could sit outside, drink tea or coffee or whiskey, whatever floated his boat, while he simply waited for more customers. It seemed like a nice life. “That actually sounds like a great idea, but you need to scope out the competition first -- See how they’re getting business and whether it’s something you could realistically compete against. I think your friends could help spread the word and get it going quickly, though.” With how nice Ruben was and with his funny personality, it didn’t seem out of character for him to have tons of friends who could really get something going and help him out.

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          Her anxiety intensified when he texted back, looking towards the front door, waiting for him to come out, with a smile on her face. When he finally did, just like her anxiety, her smile intensified and she unlocked the doors. Despite everything that’s happened, seeing him always made her feel better. When he just stood there, however, she was a little confused, but let it go. Then when J got in and explained he was thinking of Maverick she understood completely. “No problem!” Vanessa started before leaning in and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “Hi, baby.” The brunette said with a bright smile, putting her car in drive and pulling away from the curb. 

“There’s this place on the beach near the strand called Palmilla Cocina Y Tequila. It’s Mexican cuisine, and it’s outside! So that’s a plus.” It was such a beautiful night, she didn’t want to waste it. Driving out of his neighborhood, Vanessa kept her eyes on the road but stole one or two glances his way. “So how have you been, aside from busy?” It was a whole other feeling being around J. He always smelled good, that was for sure and his style put a smile on her face. Vanessa enjoyed herself with him. “I’ve missed you.” She added softly, stopping at a red light. 

Making sure his seat was adjusted comfortably, he listened to her plans for the night and shrugged. He loved Mexican food and didn’t have any other options in mind, so he was down to go wherever she pleased for the night. “That sounds great,” he smiled at her, still leaning slightly towards her from the kiss she had planted on his cheek earlier. “I can’t wait.”

As the car moved, J leaned more comfortably into his seat, head moving back to press against the headrest. He didn’t want to distract her, but she broke the silence, so he took that opportunity to tell her about his day. “Just busy, mostly. Going to work, I have about three months left on my contract so I’m beginning to look into other companies and see what they have to offer, although nothings in works yet and nothing serious has come up. I think things might pick up once spring actually hits.” Brown eyes moved from the road to look at the woman’s profile, a smile taking over his mouth almost immediately, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re so pretty,” he commented, looking back to the road ahead after a moment. “I’m sorry I made you have to miss me, I was just really into what was going on and I guess I’m kind of flakey, so that didn’t keep me in contact with you. I kept going ‘I’m gonna text her after this,’ and then it would happen and I’d have forgotten what I was going to do. Or I’d tell myself to call you in the morning and I’d end up oversleeping and rushing to work or something.”

James knew that wasn’t a real excuse, but it was all he could offer. He didn’t remember everything and was generally bad at the whole dating thing, so it made sense he’d pull something shitty like this. “I missed you, too,” he assured her, now watching people through the window as they walked down the sidewalk. California was really a different world than Virginia and he still hadn’t gotten used to it. “What did you do while I was ghosting you?” He joked, looking back to her briefly and trying to gauge her reaction, because he knew it was a shitty thing for him to do.