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brvdleys:

“oh c’mon lighten up.” bradley smirked. “who’re we to stand in the way of tradition? — oh, speaking of that.” he perked up in his seat, turning to better face her. “you know how lansdale’s doing that dance or whatever, next week?”

“ lighten up? that’s hilarious. “ she smirked, taking a long dragged from her cancer stick, leaning back against the brick column, her knees bending to dance in the rays of light. “ we’re hell on wheels, that’s who we are. “ a soft chuckle left her lips, but her ears perked. “ yeah, of course i have, it’s all any girl in this school is talking about. what about it? “

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like this for a starter from marceline !!

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brvdleys:

bradley’s hand was frozen right in front of marcy’s face, a clenched fist representing his failed attempt at blocking the balloon. “i want it on the record that i tried to catch that.” he laughed. “  —  you know, i forgot that balloon fights were even a thing here.”

the girl groaned, shaking her bare, soaked leg in the air in hopes to rid it of the freezing water. “ yeah. yeah, whatever--- would’ve helped if you caught it. “ she gave a soft chuckle, bringing her cigarette up to her lips. “ yeah, so did i--- but they’ve been throwing them all morning, guess it’s douche tradition. “

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“ what in the hell was that? “ the girl squealed, jumping up from her spot on the couch. her legs were soaked in water, succulent drops fraying into her hair as her jaw dropped open. she knew some of the students had gotten into a beginning-of-the-year waterballoon fight, but since when was she a starget?

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Bradley had his face inches from a bowl of chili; his moans drowned out by black beans and beef. Thankfully, the student lounge was empty at this time, as the clock was just about to strike one am. He’d woken up restless and hungry about an hour ago, and ventured out to the only place he could make noise this early without getting scorned. 

Brad was practically on clouds until he heard the door tug open, to which he met with a moment of silence for his now-dead peace. And after a beat - “Mornin’ to you.” Brad offered, using his thumb to wipe chili from his lip. “Couldn’t get any sleep?”

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she could still feel the other on her tongue as she lugged down the hall, remnants of the night before obvious all over her. she didn’t want to go back to her own room, so where else better to crash than the one vacant place? she was entirely ready to collapse on the couch and sleep off her ravenous night, until she heard the quite familiar voice of one of her friends. “ what do you think? “ she smirked.