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‘ can you stop talking so fucking fast, I literally don’t know what you just said! ‘

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A questionable look had appeared on her face. Obviously, the boy wasn’t updated with the shows that aired on American TV. But on the other side, she was a tad bit glad that he didn’t know. It was a way for Emma to fangirl about the stuff she read or watched. Luka was probably the second person she’d turn to whenever she finished a book or a show. The first one was Eloise when she’s not busy. “Aspiring to be a lawyer like her; her marriage life isn’t in the best state.” A shrug. “But Annabelle Grimes character in How to Get Away with Murder who is not only a lawyer, but also a professor. She can turn shit around that’s how good she is.” She nodded, pursing her lips. The girl bit her lip when she caught him staring at her lips. It almost made her feel a bit self-conscious but then reciprocated the other’s smile. God, how she missed that smile. His smile could light up a thousands of lights. She could literally melt just seeing him smile but she had to remind herself that they were over and this, what they are doing right now, was completely platonic. “Well, that’s sexist. You do know its pretty hard to have periods. We’re experiencing literally death.” She exaggerated a little bit but it was true. Her cramps were always very painful and the fact that she forced herself to go to school was a real miracle. Furrowing her eyebrows, she took her hands from her cup and went to the hem of her shirt. “I’m trying to be comfortable but you’re making it hard.” Emma said. “And yes, walking is a good idea.”

Luka had always taken a distance from his television. Since it was located in the living room, it would always end up being the main cause of arguments whenever the family decided to watch something on it. It had annoyed him deeply, which led to why he had decided to always be in his room. Either sketching away or rapping along to bad songs. He could waste hours on end, doing all of that silly stuff up his bedroom. When the girl started explaining about the lady she aspired to be like, the male could see the passion in her eyes. One thing he had surely loved about te girl across from him. The way she could get so passionate about all kinds of things. From arguing about things she believed in and the little things, as finishing her favorite book. There weren’t enough people like her left. “I’m sure you could do all of those things, Em.” He told her, his voice soft and meaningful. Her lips had been a distraction, the cosmetic talk just being one of the subtle excuses to both admire her abilities and looks. His own smile had never fluttered once, being in complete awe of the beauty. Sure, they weren’t together anymore and she had moved on, but he could still fantasize and LOOK! “Literal death? Are you saying girls are immortal once a month?” He questioned, eyes narrowed at the idea of bleeding out of your genitals. “If I were to bleed, I would have to rush to the hospital. Just be happy you have periods, it means you can have mini Emma’s one day. A literal nightmare, but it would be funny and the possibility would be there.” He chuckled, tightening his grip on his cup without taking notice of it. “How am I making it hard? I’m just talking, I want to make a conversation continuously. We won’t have to talk about your boyfriend if that’s the thing...” He spoke, before shooting up from his seat a little too quick, bumping the table up with his thighs but quickly pressing it down with his hand. The last thing he wanted was to spill anything on the love of his life.

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yevangelic

I have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.

Richey Edwards

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alsudairy8-deactivated20170616

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“Honestly, that’s what a lot of people say since I have this cold and blunt exterior that if fit to be a lawyer. And I don’t mind being a little bit of Anna Grimes. Although, its a really long process to be as good as her.” Emma shrugged. She had been watching shows during her stay just to pass the time in England. The reason why she even left was still uncertain. Maybe the girl felt confined in Pinedale? Even she didn’t know the answer to that. As he spoke again, her daze was broken and was now focusing on him. Nodding to every word that he said about one of his ambition. Its nice to see that he has a direction in his life. “Who loves that kind of teacher? Even I would be annoyed if someone treats me lesser than I am.” Someone did but it wasn’t a teacher, she thought. “If it helps at all, I think you’re going to be a great teacher. Oh, if a girl just runs out with her bag and is in a hurry, there is a possibility that she has a period so please understand that fact. I have a lot to tell you when it comes to female students and that is one of them.” She had to tell him if he was really serious in being a teacher. Even though she wasn’t aspiring to be a teacher and if she were, she would protect the ones who fought for what was right. Her breath hitched. Her blue eyes widened with shock when he asked that question. She was already started warming up but now froze. All she did was look down at her coffee. Black liquid still swirling after she stopped stirring. “I don’t know.” It was all she could say.

It was cheesy for the male, but he could listen to her voice about her ambitions for eternity if he had to. sipping on his drink and eyeing her to show her exactly that he was paying attention to every word. “Who is this Anna Grimes you’re aspiring to be like?” He inquired, single eyebrows arched up, sucking his brims together. Luka wasn’t the best at keeping up with other people; he could barely keep up with himself. With Emma, be inclined to make an effort, but her leaving for a week alone had him feeling like he didn’t know anything about her anymore. A smile spread over his features, ( which was rare ) appreciating that she would think of him as a good teacher. “I figured that, actually. You got pads and shit in those bags, right. Even if it wasn’t for the periods, I would think it was to freshen up since you girls walk around with all that make up on your faces. I still don’t get how you put on lipstick without going over the lines.” And with that, he had leaned forward on the table, almost examining the girls lips. Lips that he had kissed many times and never gotten tired of. Her face said it all, knowing his question had confused her as much as it confused him. His hand pressed onto the table, patting against the surface with his jaw clenched. “I was thinking out loud, please don’t feel uncomfortable with me, Em.” He spoke. He felt like he was making her feel confined with every word he said at this point. “Do you want to walk, I feel like sitting down is a little serious and boring.”

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childishsgambino

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text: open

jo: would it really be that bad if i slept for the next 24 hours??

luka: i don't know, want me to google if it has any side affects?

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Lennox: What the hell are you sleeping at this time for anyway?

Luka: i'm tired, duh, for what other reason would someone sleep?

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purpose-tour

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Sutton: trust me, you don't need to. My bodyguards always have at least one eye on me.

Sutton: I won't be disappointed if you don't. I think you asking me was nicer than flowers anyway. I'm not that sweet. I can promise you that. Who could say no to a promposal via text?

Luka: alright, well, thanks for letting me know. now i know more than one person will see my pretty bad dance moves

Luka: seriously, i will get you flowers. really? well, i'm glad you don't mind me asking you via text. i'm not the most creative guy

Luka: watch me ask my future girlfriend to marry me via text

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Sutton: don't worry, Dave's driving me to school tomorrow, so I should be fine.

Sutton: don't spend all you your money on me. Honestly. Yes, I love pink and red roses. You don't have to get me one. Did you expect me to say no? Lol.

Luka: alright, should I meet this Dave figure so he know's I am a cool dude?

Luka: i will try not to, but I won't promise anything. I will see what I can do for you, yeah? I did, I expected you to turn me down sweetly.

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Luka’s demeanor at this time was a bit startling for the girl. His calm attitude somehow broke all at once when she came back. Her calm exterior disappeared the moment she said yes. Emma shouldn’t think too much on what to wear; what he would think. She shouldn’t feel like this. She was with Alexander and she felt like suffocating. But it can’t be helped. There was always this strong connection between the two of them that never really went away. Every time she looked at his face, her feelings came rushing back in like it was punching her on the face. She tried to avert her eyes from his by looking at the dark liquid that was in her cup, absentmindedly playing with it. But after a short while, her eyes gazed up at his once again as he spoke. She bit her lip before speaking. “You’re not the only one who says that. Well, except the softy part but he’s not bad.” Emma shrugged. Rotating the cup, her eyebrows raised at the first syllable. Baby was his pet name for her, even though she wasn’t really fond of it but eventually got around it. Blinking a few times, she stammered “Uhm, I plan to take up law. But if not that, a book author isn’t a bad occupation so I might take up English Literature. What about you?”

Luka had been nervous when she had accepted, even though it was also something he had to be happy about. He could talk to her about all kinds of things without a worry; yet, he couldn’t find anything sensible in his mind to tell her or even ask her that wasn’t dating related. Taking his grasp from his cup, he dropped his hands onto his lap with a soft sigh. A breath that he didn’t even realize he had been holding in. “Not bad isn’t great either. But I’m not the one to judge about your love life, that’s not my place.” He chuckled, trying to push the subject he had brought up away. “That’s actually pretty cool, I could see you as a good and successful lawyer. You got your opinions in the right place, which is also good for an author I’d think.” When the question had been returned to him, Luka needed a second to really think of his answer. “I want to be a literature or history teacher. Just a teacher. I want to actually make peers feel like I hear them and I understand, you know. I don’t wanna be a teacher who acts like teens are less because of the age. Fuckin’ hate that.” And that’s when he had gotten himself worked up at the thought. Eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenching. “I feel like we are much too uncomfortable, how did this happen?” He chuckled. How could they be so uncomfortable? They dated! They know this much about each other.

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Sutton: long story. It was something my dad did, now I'm facing the consequences. I'm listening.

Sutton: balloons? Not flowers? I'm more of a flower type of girl. Ah, I'm messing with you. I'd love to go to prom with you.

Luka: ohh, okay well take care, will ya? I don't want my prom date to be locked away for days

Luka: i will get you all the flowers you want when I pick you up, I'll use all my dollars on them. but really? oh shit, now i need to get a corsage damn

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