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shabernathy‌:

– “I FEEL LIKE if you don’t got the money to keep your bike running right, you shouldn’t be riding it,” he commented flippantly, flinching slightly when she kicked the wheel, half-expecting it to fall off again. “like shit you’re not taking it on the highway – your dumbass has probably taken the damn thing to a-hundred-n’-ten down PCH. you’re lucky you ain’t dead yet.”

"i got money," she half-lied, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, "i just ain't wasting it on something i can do on my own." she glared at him when he didn't believe her, shaking her head. "m'tellin' the truth," she muttered, "an' the universe likes fuckin' with me too much t'kill me," she nodded to him. "y'hear i got a mom?"

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me about to do some dumb shit in front of my friends

#muse

aviivas‌:

“the place on fifth does free consultations,” aviva suggests. “sometimes they mark down the prices of the repairs if you’re nice to ‘em.” though she has a feeling that this kind won’t take anything she says into account, it’s good to let them know there’s options besides getting themself killed.

she raises an eyebrow. “for real?” she thought it over for a moment or two before nodding softly to herself. i’ll think ‘bout it.” she might be stupid enough to trust her own repairs over a professionals. “hasn’t killed me yet, though. s’a good sign,” she shrugged.

astrid-montgomery‌:

“ Let’s hope you actually did fix it, ” Astrid laughed, though her features betrayed her. “ That would be a hell of to just fall off while you’re driving, ” She continued with a tight, nervous smile.

“god, yeah,” she shook her head, laughing softly. “i’ve fallen off a few times, ain’t that bad. just gotta’ hope there’s no cars around or anything,” she shrugged.

aviivas‌:

“if the wheels are falling off, you should take it to a mechanic.” shouldn’t that have been the most common sense thing to do? aviva wasn’t sure exactly how old this kid was, but she definitely didn’t look like she could fix a motorcycle, at least by herself.

“i tried. too much money.” she shrugs. she’d watched her dad work on that god-forsaken bike for years---she was bound to pick up some of it. “it’s just an old ass bike. don’t think no mechanic could even do much,” she adds, shaking her head softly to herself.

bowieturner‌:

“what do you want me to do about it?” bowie raised her brow, honestly, shocked that the motorcycle was still running, let alone being rode still. “why don’t you just sell it. some dumbass with an obsession with ANTIQUES will pay a pretty penny for it.” she commented, before shaking her head. a joking tone, “or just steal another.”

“you fucked my dad an’ you ain’t know nothin’ about bikes?” she quirked an eyebrow at her, shaking her head almost immediately when she suggested selling it. “wouldn’t even sell for nothin,’ i don’t think,” she glanced at the bike, tilting her head to the side at her next suggestion. “thought about it, but, ain’t smart t’steal a bike an’ then ride it around in the same town y’stole it from. i’d have t’go, like, a whole fuckin’ state over.”

shabernathy‌:

– “ONE OF THE WHEELS started falling off and you think it’s working?” shea scoffed, shaking his head as he looked the bike over. “—-len, take the damn thing in and get it fixed by someone who knows what they’re doing. i’m fuckin’ begging you. you could even take it to my brother’s garage – could get you a discount.”

“i told you, i think i fixed it,” she shook her head, kicking the wheel once for good measure. “y’think i got money t’waste on that shit? no dude is gonna give me a fair deal on anything, neither,” she sighed, eyeing the bike again when he did. “looks fine. runs okay. ain’t like i’m takin’ it on the highway or anything.”

“it’s workin,’ kinda,” lennon glanced up at the other, kicking the kickstand on the motorcycle and making sure it would actually stand on it’s own. her dad’s old bike wasn’t the prettiest, but it was all she had. “one’a the wheels started fallin’ off yesterday, but i think i fixed it,” she shrugged. “we’ll see.”

#halstonstarter #this sucks but hi

meresadies‌:

she lets out a snort. not really, if sadie was being honest, but she was in the same boat. the girl had dealt with tourists her entire life. it wasn’t hard to figure of the fear in their eyes when it comes to new surroundings. “who?” not that it’s any of her business. she shrugs. it’s not like she could know where the person was. hell, she knew next to no one in this damn town. felt more isolating than being on an actual island. at least she knew people there. “not really. i mean, i can get around. just..don’t know where i want to go.”

“a dude. owes me money,” she says with a shrug, glancing down the street behind her before shaking her head and giving up. her comment is ambiguous enough that it piques lennon’s interest, and she raises an eyebrow, tilts her head to the side, and motions softly to her, “this place s’good for that. lot’sa places that look interesting but got nothin’ t’offer. you just move here or something?”

roisinsmaguire‌:

“ doesn’t mean tonight has to be the next time, though….” she pointed out, shrugging lightly. roisin studied the other’s actions, chuckling softly to herself when lennon put the hat on backwards. she would have made a comment about how basically ineffective the hat is backwards, however she decided against it- as it may have come off a bit mean. “we got those back home.” she noted, not wanting to completely peer pressure the other to come with her- she just wanted her to be safe. “– are the shaw-spier moms not good, or something? they seem nice enough…”

all lennon could offer her was a soft nod. she wasn’t much in the mood for back and forth negotiating. she could barely keep herself standing up straight. “y’do?” she raised an eyebrow when she implied she had drinks at her place, her head tilting to the side slightly. she glanced back at the bar she’d come from tentatively before shoving her hands in her pockets. “nah, nah, they good enough,’’ she shook her head quickly, before the girl got the wrong impression. “m’talkin’ ‘bout, like, the other mom. the one that left when i was a baby,” she said bluntly, a hand coming up to toy with her lip.

bowieturner‌:

bowie sighed, “that’s good.” there was only a tiny hint of care in the other’s words- and it wasn’t because she didn’t care, it was only because she didn’t necessarily know what to say. she tucked her hands awkwardly into the front pocket of her shorts, “you know i didn’t mean it was funny like that. just a figure a’ speech.” the blonde huffed. “i stepped out because i had to,” a lie, obviously. “i didn’t want to leave for the long haul- it was only going to be a year, max. things happened though.” that part, was the truth however. when she joined the life, she didn’t expect it to be a thing that she was stuck to FOR LIFE. she was just going to go in, run a big con, get the payload she was promised and return. the joke was on her as a innocent nineteen year old. “that’s good though, they’re taking good care of you.” she shrugged, there had been a new family - doing the job that she had failed at. that stung her a little bit. “i got a job offer, politics. i got a job in politics. they paid good, and uh– i figured i’d come back with the money. get us out of here. but,” nice lie, bowie, really. have fun backing yourself out of that corner. “the senator, he didn’t want me to stop working for him.”

“guess so,” she shrugged, looking down at her shoes awkwardly. she used one foot to tap her other boot and make sure her knife was still there, just in case. she didn’t know what her mother wanted from her --- if this was even her mother. it was still sinking in. part of her was angry at her for leaving, but part of her was also defensive --- she didn’t need to be angry because she’d done just fine on her own. she thought. a mother would’ve been nice, but she was tougher for it. she tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow as she started to explain herself, seeing right through her as she scrambled for an excuse. she shook her head. “you ain’t gotta bullshit me,” she interrupted before she could go any further, “i don’t care. y’left. doesn’t matter why y’left, it still happened,” she shrugged, shaking her head when she brought up money. “we didn’t need no money. i got my ways of gettin’ by. ain’t no dumb politics, either,” she added with a knowing glance in her direction, pausing to scan her outfit. “that shit’s way too fancy,” she motioned to her haphazardly, “even if it’s knockoff shit. you’ll get mugged, like, yesterday. lose the glasses an’ find some shoes that actually look like y’walk in ‘em,” she nodded once, “where the fuck did y’even come from, anyhow?”

meresadies

LENNON. ( @lennonsux )

“y’look lost.” sadie isn’t she what in her mind constitutes as lost. granted, the brunette surely had to have a better idea of her way around this god forsaken town than she did..still, either the kid was lost or high. sadie hadn’t been around enough people under the influence to truly know the difference. “do you need an uber or something?” her brother and her share an account with the rest of the fords ( it’s for emergencies only ) but this sure seems like an emergency to her.

lennonsux-blog

lennon glances up from her phone at the other’s comment, raising an eyebrow. “s’that obvious?” she shakes her head at herself, looking back down at her phone and sighing softly. “m’supposed t’be meetin’ someone. think i’m in the right place, they just ain’t here,” she looks at her phone one last time before rolling her eyes and shoving it in her pocket. “fuck it. i ain’t wastin’ my day waitin,” she mutters to herself, glancing back to the girl. “you -- uh -- you lost, too? ‘cause i ain’t lived here long enough t’know the way around.”

grayshaw‌:

“i can see that,” he mumbled under his breath, the lack of response didn’t come as a surprise though. gray walked at her side, taking notice to how unsteady her strides were and the words she spoke made the image clear to him. “well, honestly, i don’t know much about you at all, len —“ he pointed out, though his expression softened and he sighed, “how do you feel about that news?”

“i ain’t---,” she started, but had to stop to catch herself when she stumbled off the curb, grabbing his arm to steady herself before shoving him away, “don’t fuckin’ touch me,” she muttered, hugging her arms back around herself. she just shrugged when he said he didn’t know much about her, “neither do i, apparently,” she mumbled, eyeing him for a moment at his question, furrowing her eyebrows. “i --- dunno. kinda forgot i was supposed t’have one in the first place.”

#len: grabs him so she doesnt fall #also len: dont touch me

roisinsmaguire‌:

“the rain isn’t gonna stop, not for a while, my boss was saying. you’ll be out here all night,” she sighed, putting her hands in her pocket. as she continued talking to lennon, she could tell that the other definitely had been drinking and was in no state to be left alone - expecially in the storm. “yeah, but you can borrow it- or keep it. i’ve got tons at home. it’ll keep you somewhat drier.. and i got my hood.” she smiled, gesturing with her hand for the other to put the cap on. “i had the closing shift tonight, going home now. wanna come with me? – i – we can get you out of those clothes – dry you up, i mean?” she corrected herself, “my house is just the next street down, it’s way closer than yours, and – we can find you a ride from there– or, you can stay, if you want?”

“wouldn’t be the first time,” she shrugged, tugging at the sleeves of her sweatshirt. her head was pounding and she wasn’t exactly sure where she was --- it felt like she was in some sort of suspended reality. she studied the hat for a few moments before putting it on backwards, brushing her wet hair out of her face and looking down at her feet. “i --- i just ---,” she paused to clear her throat, shaking her head, “i dunno. i need a drink,” she muttered, bringing a hand to her forehead and leaning against the lamppost. she just shrugged at roisin’s offer --- she wouldn’t mind getting out of the rain but she wasn’t about to admit that. “m’just tired,” was all she said, glancing up at her. “guess it ain’t, like, a good idea t’go home like this,” she motioned to nowhere in particular. “don’t need no more moms bein’ dumb and stupid.”

roisinsmaguire‌:

roisin had just clocked out at the pizza shop for the night, and she had to walk home in the rain because she didn’t want her bike to get rusty. she was thankful in that moment that she had decided to pack a jacket, in the off chance that it would rain- she had to always be prepared. the sound of a familiar voice threw her off, shooting blue eyes towards the direction of where the words came from, immediately going over to her friend and the person she seemed to be addressing. “–don’t laugh at her.” she shot over to the stranger as he walked away, roisin herself, not even knowing if he did indeed laugh, tried her best to stand tall before turning to face lennon. “what are you doing out here, and where are you off to? ...without a jacket… you’re gonna catch a cold or somethin’” she spoke, taking off her backpack to fish out her baseball cap she had to wear for her work uniform. “here, put this on - if your head is cold and wet, your immune system becomes vulnerable.”

lennon jumped slightly when another voice appeared and had to squint to figure out who it was in the darkness. she calmed down a bit once she realized who it was, and that it wasn’t anyone who would take advantage of her in the state she was in. she just shook her head softly when she told her she was going to catch a cold, hugging her arms around herself and glancing over at her. “s’fine. m’just waitin’ for the rain t’stop,” she mumbled --- even though it was an obvious lie. “m’just, like, chillin,’” she shrugged, hesitantly taking the hat she passed to her and staring at it for a few moments. “this is yours,” she said softly, holding it out to her and shaking her head. “why’re you --- what’re you --- why’re y’out here?”

bowieturner‌:

“ but you had some kind of moral support system, no? like a friend, peer or mentor?” she questioned, her words coming out as if she were a lawyer leading the witness, almost a monotone to her voice. she nodded when the other mentioned the fact about parents skipping out, guilt paining her chest, “ you know, it’s kinda funny, i always swore i’d be nothing like my mother- she was never around unless she wanted something- i ended up being WORSE than my mother.” there was nothing funny about that statement, bowie. literally NOTHING. “hey, no- it’s not dumb at all. i think it’s cute. special.” she smiled sadly, running a hand through blonde strands of hair, “in all honesty, lennon, your father and i were NOT a great combo. we were young, and stupid and impulsive- we didn’t think much about the future. the fucked up thing? i grew up, and he never did.” yeah, she grew up real quick. she went from playing cops and robbers with her siblings to a real ass game of real cops with a real robber- her. “are they at least nice? the family you’re with now?” she questioned, before being hit with sarcasm, annoyance spread over her features, “impressive. you know? that’s why i came back.” she paused, thinking of how the hell to answer that one. “the usual,” just running from a life sentence in prison, no big deal. “work.”

lennon just shrugged. “yeah, sure, i guess, i dunno,” she shook her head, unable to really recall someone who’d stepped up to help her, besides the neighbors who’d call the cops on them every once in a while. her statement wasn’t really funny, but lennon just nodded curtly, kicking at the ground. “ah, yeah, y’know, i always found that fuckin’ hilarious,” she muttered, shoving the dumb moose further into her hoodie pocket when she called it special. that just made her sound like an over-dependent child. she laughed bitterly when she started going on about her and her father, shaking her head as soon as she was finished, “only one’a you stepped up, though. you just stepped out,” she noted, her words coming out more observational than pointed. it was the truth, anyhow. she had to think for a few moments when she asked about the family she was with now, eventually just shrugging. “guess so. i got my own room an’ shit. and, like, an actual bed instead of a couch,” she nodded softly, glancing in the direction of the old trailer, which was practically the size of her foster mother’s walk-in closet. she shifted her weight to her other leg and leaned back to eye her for a few moments, eventually shaking her head. “y’still haven’t said why y’bailed on us. figured you’d, like, feel guilty ‘bout that shit or something.”

aviivas‌:

“never said it was funny at all,” and aviva sounds almost exasperated by this. were drunk people always like this? her guy friends were one thing, they were just loud and clingy. “i understand that. why i asked.” she puts the hoodie of her rain jacket up to block whatever was left of the raindrops, already trying to dig for her keys. “market street? okay. but i need an address, or like, a name can’t do much without them.”

lennon just hummed softly and looked down at her shoes, which were practically soaked through to her socks. she hugged her arms around herself to keep warm and glanced back to the girl. “i --- shaw, i think. s’their last name,” she stumbled over her words, shaking her head a few seconds later. “ain’t you the one that knows stuff ‘bout, like, laws an’ shit?” she asked after a pause, vaguely recognizing the girl.

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