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— ❝ look at where you are, look at where you started. the fact that you’re A L I V E is a miracle. ❞

[nerowilder-deactivated20180816]

the group had already arrived earlier than the others and their tents were up, fire was going and darkness had fallen over the current campsite. the jock wasn’t tired but felt rather calm so what else than sit by the warm fire and play the guitar which he had brought along, his focus wasn’t even interrupted as the others arrived. sparks flew lightly up into the air from the fire and nero turned his head to watch them as he continued to play.

[maisiestclairrr]

Maisie sat down next to the jock as he played the guitar, closing her eyes as she took in the melodic sound of his strumming. She’d spent a good portion of the trip just watching others from the sidelines, but she was grateful that she’d had the opportunity to even be there in the first place. “You’re good, you know,” she noted, nodding towards the guitar. “Why have I never heard you play before?”

[kkvrtz]

          he’s been sitting in the same spot for almost ten minutes, rubbing two damped sticks together in an attempt to start a fire. his eyebrows pulled into an angry furrow and after his hands start to ache he throws the twigs away from him.    “      this shit is fucking  rigged.      ”   besides that, he’s having a fairly great time.

[maisiestclairrr]

Maisie couldn’t help but crack a smile at his frustration, it was just a little humorous. “You won’t do anything with sticks that are damp like that. You need to find some dry ones.” She sat down, a considerable distance away. In case he did get a fire started, it wasn’t really good to get too close with the tank.

[maisiestclairrr]

davidtosh:

“I don’t know if I’ve told you already but I’m a foster kid?” he asked her to see if she knew. He didn’t know whether the medicine was screwing with his memory or if he just didn’t tell her. “I change places like roughly every month because well .. the parents don’t really connect with me so basically I’ve slept on old mattresses already so I’m not opposed to this bed at all,” he explained, listening to her intently as she spoke about the different nurses here and her relationship with them. “I’ll try it the next time they check on me. I guess they’re so used to just giving one all the medical information that it’s refreshing for them to talk about something else as well,” he assumed with a small shrug, taking a mental note to do it next time one entered his hospital room. “Oh boy, do I relate to that,” he said in between a loud sigh and a shake of his head, the memories of yesterday reoccuring involuntarily. “I value honesty more than anything like I don’t give a shit if someone’s not loyal as long as they tell me what they did wrong. That’s not too much to ask, right?” He caught himself almost ranting a little, stopping himself before he could get angry about something that had no meaning anymore or at least he should not be affected by at much anymore after being bothered by enough as it is. A dry laugh escaped his lips at her words, scrunching up his face a little as he thought about it. “As just mentioned - you’re honest, probably the strongest person I’ve ever met, pretty cute if I may say so and your jokes are funny,” he listed, not caring whether he was being a little blunt about it. He wasn’t much into sugar-coating and compliments but maybe it was yet another side effect of his antibiotics. However, he kept silent for a while when she turned to pry a little about his nightmares, scratching the side of his arm where the IV was inside. “Dumb actions, nothing more. It’s whatever,” he dismissed it, waving his hand in a dissive way as well. He gave her a small smile when she added to her words, apologizing a little. “It’s okay. I have to process it myself before I can go and tell anyone really,” he sincerely pointed out which was probably the most he had ever said about his situation even there was no information really. He chuckled quietly, a somewhat bright smile reappearing on his features. “Dr. Maisie is already my favorite,” he acknowledged, just excited for his milkshake to arrive somewhat soon. He was pretty sick of just water, especially because they didn’t have any ice tea here and he wasn’t into hot beverages like tea or coffee. “Uh, yeah - where did I put it?” he spoke to himself a little, turning in his place a little with a small groan as he picked up the bottle and brought it to his lips to take a sip. “It’s always a hassle to drink so I forget.”

“I fucking refuse to pee into the bottle! What the hell?” He couldn’t help but match her laughter with his own soon after which he had to stop as soon as he started though as his chest began to sting. “Okay - don’t do that,” he huffed, narrowing his eyes for a moment as he laid his head back into his pillow. “That’s a promise?” he then asked, lifting the arm closest to her and extending out his pinky finger as he flashed her a soft smile. He knitted his brows together a little at her words, tilting his head to her side. “You sure that’s not the definition for a loser?” he jokingly quizzed, placing his hand on his chest. “I sure as hell feel like one right now,” he exhaled, tongue darting over his lips. He shook his head in denial, fiddling with the tube that was stuck inside of his arm a little. “I don’t have much to lose, I suppose. I’m barely scared of anything,” he genuinely pointed out, knowing that it probably sounded like the most depressing thing that ever left his lips but it was what it was. He nodded a little, seeing her shock and surprise in her facial features but he decided to not mention it or call it out. “Mhm?” he hummed quietly, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. “I shouldn’t work out too much but that’s not an issue. I’ll have issues with bending down because obviously those plates are not really flexible and .. I think that’s it? I was halfway asleep when the doctor told me about it.”

“Woah - no, you never did. I had no idea. How long have you been in the system for?” Maisie’s brows raised, she knew his home life wasn’t great but didn’t realize it was due to foster care. “That must be so ... I don’t know. If you ever need anything or a place to stay, you are always welcome at my house. Seriously. I don’t want you sleeping on mattresses.” Her family didn’t have a lot to give with Maisie’s medical bills piling up, but they would certainly give David anything to help out. “Yeah, they’re lifesavers once you get to know them. You’ll warm up to them with how much time they’re here, they are having to spent an hour transporting you to the toilet, after all,” her eyes had a humorous glint in them as she spoke. “No, it definitely isn’t. I’d like to know the truth about everything, even if it will hurt me. And I think you’re the same way,” she inferred, he seemed like honesty was his priority. “So keep preaching.” He was, he was almost ranting. At his next words, Maisie couldn’t help but laugh as she felt her cheeks turn slightly red. “Oh my god. Stop it. You’re too nice to me, you know. I think I’m turning you into a softie. You have a reputation to upkeep, remember?” In all honesty, the words did make her feel good, made her feel like she was at least someone people enjoyed being around instead of being a burden. “I wasn’t aware nose tubes were cute,” she wiggled her eyebrows playfully and straightened out the oxygen on her face, before turning her head down into her arm to cough, incredibly loudly and pretty disgustingly, but that the price of having lungs that were literally full of mucus all the time. Luckily it was over in a moment. “Sorry,” she cleared her throat, straightening back up. As she realized her prying was probably making him uncomfortable and he wasn’t going to talk about it, she kept her head somewhat low, feeling bad for even talking about it while he was in a rather fragile state. “No, I shouldn’t have asked. We all need a little privacy, and I should respect yours.” Privacy was something she was often denied, so she understood its importance. She moved on to the next topic swiftly. “Ooh, I’m flattered. She’ll be here any second now. She got an extra large, too,” she teased slightly, she knew hospital food was disgusting so hopefully he’d enjoy this. Maisie stood up, ready to help him before he got it himself. “They should give you a really long straw or something. Let me know if you need help.” If he was willing to ask for help in fixing his hair, he probably had let his guard down enough to know he could ask her for help with anything else.

Maisie was completely cracking up, her face was flushed bright red and she held a hand over her mouth as she quite literally cackled. “You are too stubborn for your own fucking good, Jesus, David -” she caught the next laugh in her throat as she saw his face squinch in pain. “-Okay, okay. Sorry. I’ll keep my jokes to a minimum,” she replied, feeling a little bit guilty. “It’s a promise,” she returned his soft smile and inched closer to him, wrapping her pinky (with its signature clubbed quality, thanks to CF) around his tightly. “We can go on little adventures and not have to worry about me running out of oxygen or getting sick or coughing my lungs up,” she grinned, it felt good to think brightly about her future, she was feeling positive about it today. “A loser would’ve had zero visitors and been sobbing once they heard the first rib crack. Not you, kiddo,” she giggled at her word choice, it felt odd for a little 5 foot tall girl like her to call a guy over 6 feet kiddo. Her smile fell at his next words. “Of course you have things to lose. You have your friends. Me. Your own life.” She paused. “Your integrity,” she tacked on. “And probably more things but these antibiotics mess with my head. Even though you might not have much, you still have things to live for ... hope for.” She knew she was being sappy but she didn’t really care. As he explained the situation, she nodded slowly. “... Oh. Okay.” She scratched her arm absent-mindedly. “Just affect your physical activity ...” she mused not really knowing what to say. “So if you can’t work out too much maybe I’ll beat you in a marathon one day,” she joked somewhat dryly, forcing a smile on her face. “Kidding. You’ll still beat me. But, I’m sorry, That sort of sucks.”

[herostairss]

[davidtosh-blog1]

@maisiestclairrr

[maisiestclairrr]

davidtosh:

“I suppose I’ve been in worse beds so I can’t say that it’s completely horrible,” he mused quietly, letting his eyes roam over the already way too familiar room. “At least I don’t think so. Sure, I’d prefer it if they wanted to talk about anything besides medicine for once but I’m not that opposed to them yet,” he assumed, one corner of his mouth curling up in a weak smile. “I appreciate that. It’s not often that someone is that real with anyone,” he snickered. He rolled his eyes amused at her sarcastic comment, teeth showing a little as his smile stretched across his features. “You should feel honored. I can’t stand most people.” While his tone was mainly sarcastic, there still was a hint of truth in it. He just wasn’t used to connecting with people this quickly because he always used to be the odd one out. “I know why I have them - at least I have a suspicon because it’s always the same nightmare but I’ll be fine. It’s just for the time being,” he supposed, pressing his dry lips together as a shiver almost ran down his spine at the thought of them. His gaze set upon her phone as he heard the buzzing, not wanting to snoop but he couldn’t help himself at that moment as it drifted back to her. His eyes lit up at her offer, moving his head in a nod. “I’d love one. Mint chocolate - yes I’m that kind of person,” he pointed out before she could even say anything, the excitement about a milkshake evident on his face.

He laughed a little which caused him to flinch for a second at the sudden pain before exhaling quietly and shaking his head at himself. “Oh god - I don’t even want to know how bathing is like. They almost wanted me to piss into a bottle but I refused so now they take a half an hour to transport me in the wheelchair to the toilet and another half an hour until I’m done with pissing,” he snickered bluntly, not really caring whether it was too much information because he figured that the brunette was used to information like that when being admitted to the hospital more than once. “Of course I worry about you. I know you’re a strong gal and all of that but it’s alright to show weakness every now and then - I mean look at me, I couldn’t look more like a loser than I do right now,” he lightly joked, just amused by how strong he thought he was when making the first step against his opponent and comparing it to how he was right now. It was almost pathetic. “I know. I think they’ve told me for the 50th time already,” he complained, shaking his head a little. His brows arched at her observation, scratching the side of his arm a little. “I’m a pretty quiet person in general. I don’t like to freak out because it doesn’t only affect me but everyone else here. I was even making jokes when I heard it crack in my own chest,” he informed her a little playfully, a somewhat uncomfortable smile sitting on his lips as he reminded himself of the moment in which he completely blacked out. “Metal plates. In here,” he repeated, pointing to his chest which was covered by the white fabric of the hospital gown he was wearing. “I’m like the terminator now. Just a little more vulnerable.”

“Worse beds?” She questioned, genuinely not understanding what he meant by that. The hospital in itself could be dreary, but it was a rather nice hospital in the area and she hoped he was getting what he needed there. “Probably because of how serious your injuries were. Try to talk to them about something else - you’d be surprised. Honestly, some of the nurses here are practically family to me, A few of them have known me since I was just a baby,” she admitted, blushing slightly and shaking her head at the thought of her infant self; according to her mom everyone always said she was the most happy baby they’d seen. “I’m real with everyone because there’s no point in lying, and I hate being lied to, so ...” She shrugged her shoulders, it was the truth, after all. “Really, now? And what is it that makes little me so deserving of your approval?” She joked, her mouth turning up into a wide smile, probably the biggest one she’d had so far today. “ ... What is it, then?” She asked in a concerned tone, hazel eyes wide. She realized that probably wasn’t the right thing to say and lowered her head, looking down at the linoleum tiles on the floor. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me. I don’t want to pressure you. I’m sorry for asking.” His smile at the mention of a milkshake made her feel a little brighter, and she happily texted her mom back to let her know to pick up his order. “Well, that’s something we have in common then. Either way, you definitely needed a milkshake. Dr. Maisie’s orders,” she joked, smiling as she tucked her phone back into her pocket. “In the meantime, though, you should drink some water ... your lips look like they’re drier than the Sahara, damn. Do you have any?”

At the description of David’s current bathroom routine, Maisie couldn’t help but find herself laughing, holding onto her IV pole for support as she laughed. “Oh my god, David, just pee in the fucking bottle, that is ridiculous,” she rolled her eyes, of course he would be stubborn about this. “ ... I know, and I get it, I do, and I appreciate it, it’s just,” she sighed. “Worrying about me won’t fix anything. You should be worrying about doing something reckless with me once I finally get new lungs and get off this oxygen,” she smiled at him with a glint in her eyes and tugged at the tube slightly, her lone accessory today. “And you don’t look like a loser. You just look like you’re hurt and down on your luck. Nothing wrong with that,” she shrugged. “Wow. That’s rare. Weren’t you scared, though? I feel like anyone would be.” She winced at the thought of what David had been through, it didn’t seem pretty. “Jesus ...” Maisie’s eyes scanned the area he was pointing towards, her mouth. “Yeah, the Terminator ... hm ...” she said without really meaning her words as she leaned back in her chair, blinking slowly and thinking it over. “So, how - how’s this going to affect you, long-term?” It had to affect him in some way, she figured.

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davidtosh:

“I sleep way too much as it is. You honestly can’t be sure whether you’re sleeping or awake in these rooms because it’s all just the same,” he shrugged before nodding. “They haven’t bothered me too much actually. I almost prefer having their company instead of just laying here by myself. Even if they just talk medical to me,” he sighed softly, furrowing his brows a little with a weak smile appearing on his lips at her reassurance. “I guess that’s nice to hear,” he responded with a small nod, not really sure whether to believe it or not. At least he has had a few visits already so things didn’t get so lonely. He dismissed her worries with a small wave of his hand before shaking his head. “No need to worry. You’re cool in my book,” he sincerely pointed out, meaning every word. It wasn’t often that he met someone from Northlake that he genuinely liked and could converse with, as well as understood his sometimes crude humor. He pressed his lips together, staring at the ceiling momentarily when scrunchin up his face a little. “I thought hospitals always meant deep sleep and no stress but I’ve been mostly getting nightmares which isn’t the worst but not so pleasant either,” he explained, fiddling with the sheets a little. He exhaled quietly when she agreed to his request, nodding to confirm it. “Much better. I would ask the nurses but that’s just embarrassing. At least it feels a little more comfortable with you,” he chuckled dryly, his tongue darting over his dry lips for a moment as he turned his head to look back at her. “Any time. How are you, by the way?” he then decided to ask, not really fond of having all the attention on him even though he seemed to be the one suffering more. “I know - I know I can but I’m already feeling high enough as it is and I’ll have to get used to it somewhat. I just don’t want to be a bother,” he mused, a grin even stretching across his face. “I got metal plates inside my chest to support my ribs now. It’s pretty awesome,” he laughed, at least as long as he could before the pain forced him to stop with a small whimper. “I’m like 10% cooler than most people and that’s enough for me to be happy.”

“That’s an interesting way to put it. Honestly, I think I’m just used to it though, because I’ve always slept fine here,” she laughed softly. “Really? That’s good. You haven’t had any of the shitty nurses yet? Most of them are great here, but a few ...” she trailed off, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head softly. “Seriously. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t believe it. I’m too bluntly honest for my own good,” she admitted, the waves in her hair bouncing softly as she spoke. David, in her eyes, was a spectacular person who hadn’t quite realized his own self-worth. “Wow. A Southbanker thinks I’m cool. That’s a first,” She giggled harmoniously, her free hand fiddling with the hem of her shirt without realizing it. She considered his next confession, thinking about it awhile before speaking. “I think you might be a little bit ... shaken up. I mean, that’s probably a huge understatement. Maybe that’s where the nightmares are from. Either way ... I’m just really sorry you’re feeling so awful,” she said truthfully, just looking at how weak he was made her feel terrible, and she wanted to do something to make it better but didn’t know what. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, catching her attention as she read a text from her mother. “Oh ... my mom is bringing me in a milkshake from Dairy’s in a little while ... do you want one?” It wasn’t gonna take away his physical pain, but it would be a nice reprieve from hospital food. Plus, milkshakes were medicine for the soul in Maisie’s book.

Now that David’s hair was all tucked back, he looked a bit better and was (hopefully) a little more comfortable. “Hey, that’s what they’re there for. Compared to getting puked on and giving sponge baths, brushing your hair is practically nothing,” she smiled softly, running a hand through her own lion mane of hair and thinking that she should really do something with it, even if she was in the hospital and had the right to look like a slob if she wanted to. “Me? I’m fine. That whole thing at the lake was just me throwing a pity party for myself because of the CF. You don’t need to worry about me.” He really didn’t. She wanted to tell him that he should only worry about himself right now ... but then again, she’d been told that countless times when she was sick and it really pissed her off. “Well, if you change your mind, call button’s on the wall,” she pointed towards it. “Don’t be worried about bothering them. You’re probably the easiest patient here, you seem ... pretty calm.” It was surprising, most people wouldn’t be like that in his situation. “You got what?” Her mouth formed an O in shock, before she startled slightly at the sound of his whimper, and her body stiffened. “... Yeah,” she nodded, feeling almost sorry for him. And feeling angry at herself for feeling sorry for him, because if there was anyone who knew how bad pity felt, it was Maisie. Was this how people felt when they saw her coughing? If so, she was beginning to understand why.

[maisiestclairrr]

davidtosh:

“No, thanks. I’ve been sleeping all day,” he admitted with a shake of his head or at least how much he could move it in his restricted position. “A few visited already. Kind of shocked I’m not as lonely and friendless as I thought,” he joked a little but there was a hint of truth in his tone. He had made so many friends since coming to Northlake it was already getting a little overwhelmed to some point because he was always used to having a max of two friends. He just had never been one to stick around people much but it did make him somewhat feel recognized knowing that people actually cared and were concerned about him. “I’m happy you’re here. It’s nice to have someone visit who’s not lecturing me or giving me a speech about the daily medications I’m getting now. I apologize if I don’t make sense by the way. That stuff is making me feel whoozey,” he warned her with a dry chuckle. “I’ve seen better days. Not gonna lie,” he responded, a soft smile stretching across his face at her offer. “If you’re offering - my hair. I brushed it out of my face a few times already by myself but it’s a hassle,” he sighed, literally feeling somewhat useless to not even be able to lift his arms properly without feeling like something stabbed him in the chest. “That’s so nice of you - really. I appreciate it,” he sincerely pointed out, pressing his lips together at her question. There was no purpose to acting tough so he just let it be. “Wow - I sound like a dick saying this but breathing hurts so you can imagine what it’s like to move,” he honestly responded, still wearing a smile though. “I’m like 10% robot now though so that’s pretty cool.”

“... At least you have some time to catch up on beauty sleep. Well, when the nurses aren’t barging in every five minutes,” she rolled her eyes, sure he must be subject to the same frustration. “Are you kidding me, David, you’re nothing close to friendless. A lot of people care about you. Even us privileged Northlake kids,” she gave him a half-smile, her hand moving towards her face to adjust the tube around her face, which shined noticeably under the bright hospital lights. She truly did enjoy spending time with him, conversation just seemed to flow between the two, and, despite his hard exterior, there was no hiding his genuine qualities. She rasied her eyebrows before smiling genially. “Really? I’m so glad. I was worried I’d bug you, not gonna lie.” Honestly, she was really surprised at how well they got along, and it seemed like in a short time they’d become closer. It was refreshing to have a friend who seemed to take her as she was. “Ah, yes - the wonders of pain medication. You’ll have some trippy dreams tonight, I bet.” At the mention of brushing his hair back, Maisie couldn’t help but feel a small pang in her chest. Was he really in that much pain? She didn’t want to pity him, so she brushed the emotions off and nodded casually. “Of course.” She stood up to grab the brush from his bedside table, gingerly brushing his hair neatly back so that it wasn’t in his face. Placing the brush down and tucking the strands behind his ears, she backed away. “Better?” She asked, looking sad for a moment before snapping back to normalcy. “Well, you were there for me when I was crying my eyes out like a baby, so ...” she shrugged her shoulders, not wanting credit for just being a decent person. Despite still feeling bad for him, she managed a genuine laugh at his next comment. “Join the club. I’m kidding, but - that’s terrible. You can ask for more pain medicine, you know. I’ll bully a nurse into giving you some,” her eyes twinkled in a small smile. “Wait, what? How?”

[maisiestclairrr]

davidtosh:

David was half asleep when hearing the knock on his door, turning his head to voice out a small “yes” as he fully had to regain consciousness before realizing who was really coming inside. He brought his hand up to rub his eyes with a short wince, a small smile curving up his lips once he saw the female walk closer. “Mai. Hey,” he greeted her in a dry voice, scooting up a little in his position while squinting his eyes shut at the aching sensation. “I’m glad they did. It gets boring here real quick but you probably know that,” he figured. He shook his head at her offer, reaching for the glass of water on the table next to him before taking a small sip. “Nah, I’m fine so far. At least as fine as one in my situation can be,” he pointed out figuratively, almost feeling a little bad that he made someone who needed to worry enough about herself be concerned about him who got himself into trouble. “I could use the company though. I mean - if you don’t have anything else to do?” It was almost a little ironic how they had such a positive encounter at the bonfire before everything turned into a mess. 

Maisie immediately felt guilty. Had he been resting, or was he just high off all the drugs? Or both? “I didn’t mean to wake you ... you can kick me out if you need to sleep,” she said softly, but still moved a bit closer, the pole squeaking as she walked with it. “Yeah, it does. I figure you must’ve had a lot of visitors, though ... people were worried. Even the privileged Northlake kids like me,” she gave him a small smile. “Anyways, I’m glad you aren’t mad at me for barging in.” She took a seat in the empty chair beside his bed, carefully moving her IV so it was behind her. “Are you really fine?” She raised an eyebrow, not in an accusing tone, but in a caring one. “You can be honest with me. I know it’s hard to admit when you need help, so, if you do - I’m here,” she offered. She crossed her legs as she sat - they were comfy in huge sweatpants and rainbow fuzzy socks - not her best look, but a typical hospital attire. “David, of course. I've been doing nothing all day. And I’d come even if I wasn’t admitted, anyways,” she managed a small laugh, before glancing at his injuries. “... Are you in any pain?” The question was a little nosy, she’d admit, but she only asked out of care. She wanted to know that he was at least somewhat okay, given the circumstances. 

[maisiestclairrr]

@davidtosh Maisie knocked softly on the hospital room door, her thin knuckles rapping against the surface. “... Not a nurse. It’s me. Maisie,” she said, trying to be calm and clear. She knew how pain medication and other drugs could mess with your head at times and she had no idea what to expect. She entered, standing in the doorframe, IV pole (giving her some much-needed antibiotics) in one hand and the other on the handle. “... I heard you were here. One of the nurses gave me your room number. So much for patient privacy, but ...” she shook her head, cutting herself off. Looking at him, she knew he looked like hell. She wasn’t used to being the one seeing someone else in such a weak state, and it was definitely affecting her. She opened her mouth again, unsure of what to say. “I’m - I don’t know what to say, but - is there anything I can do to help?” She bit her lip before adding, “I’m worried about you.” She really was. Sincerely. And although the hospital was second nature to her, she knew that to most it wasn’t. She imagined he was feeling awful ... it seemed like he looked it, too.

[nerowilder-deactivated20180711]

If you could give anyone at Northlake a miracle, who would you give it to and what would you give them?

“━ maisie, new lungs. she deserves everything and more, no one should go through what she’s being forced to deal with on a daily basis.”

@maisiestclairrr

[davidtosh-blog1]

If you could give one miracle to one person at Northlake, who would you give it to and what would you give them?

“This probably sounds cheesy as shit but I’d give @maisiestclairrr  the lungs that she deserves because she’s such a tough and cool person who deserves to be able to run a marathon.”

[gymnastess-blog]

if you had to make a team out of all of the students at northlake, who would be your offence, tanks, support and healers?

Oh gosh. This is actually a hard one. I know Ollie would probably be one of my healers (here’s to hoping he’s picked up some stuff from his mom working at the hospital). I guess Shelby and Matías would be the muscle; so they’re my offensive tanks. Riley, Maisie, Seth, and Rowan can be supports… This is actually really hard. Like I’m sure I’m forgetting people who would be better for each category. But why do I need a team? Can’t I just run into battle armed with nothing but my red hood and bow?

@olliebenton, @goliathshelby, @matiasqb, @rilesmckinnoncamp, @maisiestclairrr, @sethfultcn, @spearpearson

[gymnastess-blog]

who are your best friends?

Besides my doggo and hedgehog, Ollie. Ollie is my bestest friend. But there’s also Shelby, Rowan, Matías, and Maisie. They’re all pretty close friends of mine.

@olliebenton, @goliathshelby, @spearpearson, @matiasqb, @maisiestclairrr

[maisiestclairrr]

davidtosh:

He immediately loosened his grip a little at her huff, only realizing that he often got a little ahead of himself. “Sorry - I just got excited to see you,” he sincerely apologized, a small laugh soon following. Not that sober David was dishonest but he probably would have never admitted things like that and be half as giddy. When pulling back, David shook his head to dismiss her question. “Jock. Nothing special,” he responded, figuring she would find it out once she saw Alex around. “You mean before or after the fight because he sure does.”

Maisie laughed, he wasn’t hurting her or anything - she was just caught off guard. “Excited to see me? I didn’t realize I was that popular,” she giggled. “But I’m happy to see you too.” And she was. David might be opposite in many ways to her, but the two got along remarkably well for a punk and an artist. “A jock that I know?” She raised an eyebrow, probably being a little too nosy. “Good. I expect nothing less. Y’know, people get into fights way too much around here. I don’t even get how it just ... escalates to that point.” Probably because no one, not even Northlake’s worst, would ever lay a hand on Maisie. “You guys are weird - and a little crazy.”

[maisiestclairrr]

davidtosh:

A small smile curved itself on David’s features upon seeing one of the few people he actually cared about and weren’t ruining his life as of lately. “Mai!” he called out, obviously a little intoxicated as he approached the other to embrace her in a big bear hug. He knew they had only conversed a couple of times but there was something inside of him that made him care for the girl. “It’s fine - I already bashed their head with my fist,” he responded in probably the most enthusiastic way he could while saying something this violent. “I’m good - don’t worry.”

Maisie was slightly surprised when David quickly wrapped his arms tightly around her in a huge hug. She really clicked with him, but she always sort of assumed he had too much of a guard up to show much emotion. But alcohol seemed to break down those barriers. “Oof,” the air left her lungs in surprise but she managed to laugh afterwards. “David - I can’t - breathe!” Literally. “Wait, what? Seriously, who got on your bad side?” She wouldn’t push it any further if he didn’t answer after that, most likely, he seemed drunk and just wanted to enjoy the night. “Well - I hope the other guy looks worse than you.”

[maisiestclairrr]

missgeorgina:

“You don’t have to be good at dancing to dance.” Georgina shrugged. “Just enjoy yourself.”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Not this sober,” she shrugged, taking a long sip of her drink and hoping to loosen up a little.

[maisiestclairrr]

anissabanks:

“I mean, of course. Wouldn’t want to literally kill the party. Just want enough thing to happen to keep things interesting.” 

“Yeah ... last party was rough enough. Hopefully things are okay here for the night. I don’t want anything crazy anymore, we deserve a more chill night.”