&&.┋Bittersweet Symphony ❞

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” MELODY VAND eighteen // isfj // innocent

[micahkanasis-blog]

Micah listened as Melody went on to talk about how she didn’t have many friends and Micah nodded in comprehension. “That’s understandable,” He responded. “I don’t have many good friends either. Just a couple of close ones, but,” He shrugged. “I’m not that popular, I guess,” It wasn’t something that weighed on Micah’s mind. He had heavier things to deal with than mere popularity. In fact, being overlooked was sometimes a blessing for him. It gave him time to get to the things he wanted to achieve. It gave him time to really focus. “I’m sure it’s just all in your head too, a friend is a friend after all? Doesn’t really have any limitations to it…” He didn’t quite know what he was saying, he just wanted to make sure that she was assured and didn’t feel half as awkward as he did. He mentally ridiculed himself for not thinking of more of a plan besides asking to drive home one of the cutest girls he’d seen around Roundview. After all, she was something new and it caught Micah’s eye ever since she first transferred.

He heard her question about him being nice and he chewed on his lip. “I like to think I’m relatively nice,” Micah answered her, smiling only lightly. “Although, if I’m being honest, there are probably a few people that don’t agree…” He replied, nervously, before going through a mental list of his rivals from past boxing matches where the other had been a sore loser. If anything, Micah wasn’t nice in the ring but he tried to be quite the opposite on the streets; especially to pretty girls when he mustered up the courage. “I like to prove people wrong though. I don’t know. I’ve got different sides to myself. I guess I’m just complicated, huh? Who isn’t though?” Micah attempted to continue explaining himself to Mel. Walking together, he felt a bit better regarding his nerves. It must have been because he was leaving the one source of stress that never seemed to let him down: school.

He looked back at Melody. “It’s that black truck over there,” He pointed out with a finger before digging his keys out of his pocket. Soon, the two were standing before the vehicle that seemed to glisten in the sun and Micah unlocked the passenger’s side door. He took good care of his truck. It was like another body to him. Treat it right and nothing will go wrong, he told himself. Micah opened the door for Melody and offered her a smile. “After you,” He said, holding the passenger’s door open for her to hop up inside the truck. “I promise I’m a safe driver, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

[melodyous-blog]

         When he said he wasn’t popular, Melody couldn’t quite understand. From where she stood he was but maybe that’s because no girl paid attention when she was around really -- they spouted off about any and every boy they wanted to and she’d heard quite colorful things about what they’d want Micah and his muscles to do to them. It frequently made her flush. It wasn’t as though she didn’t think about sex ever, she just didn’t tend to place that on people, especially people she can’t have which is all of them. But she’d be lying if she hadn’t imagined what being held by him would be like. Can’t always control where your head is at after all. But Mel tried not to dwell too much on any of that as she nodded along and offered a very soft smile, the corner of her lips quirked while she listened to him. “No, I suppose you’re right. Can’t take what I do have for um for granted, right?”

“Right. Silly question,” Melody laughed nervously. “I mean even um a not nice person might lie and say they are just to.... I don’t know... bide their time I guess,” but she did smile and nod in understanding as he said a few people might not think so. After all, not everyone is going to think someone is nice or like them, so it was an honest thing to say and the girl definitely believed him as she walked by his side, playing with her bracelets. “I wish I could prove people wrong,” the girl spoke up weakly in response to him. “But any time, I try, I usually end up showing that I’m more of what I am, and it makes things worse.” Clumsy, geeky... Weird. Still weren’t exactly things that people accepted. It was cool to somewhat like some of the things now, like the MCU and thinking Chris Evans was a babe, but God forbid you read the comics and know all the backstories and like to share the facts and same goes with any other subject. Then you’re just weird. And ‘who has the time for that?’ Well, she does, because she doesn’t have anyone to hang out with. It was the circle of weird. “Yeah, who isn’t.”

Looking toward the car when he pointed, she was a little curious to see an all black truck. Usually, in her experience of parking lots and et cetera, they were red or blue or grey, but this one was black, and sleek. Interesting. But when she came to it, it was a lot taller than she realized and she pursed her lips while she looked for a place to step up and give her enough leverage to climb in. After all, she wasn’t exactly tall. A faint flush crossed her cheeks at his smile, but she tossed her bag carefully onto the seat then moved to step up on the little help and climb in, but she slipped and ended up grabbing his arm for support and blushing all the more. “I um I... Sorry.” That was embarrassing, but still she hadn’t pulled her hand back or tried more, she was just got looking at him momentarily, at least until she realized and pulled back, mumbling another apology before climbing in and sitting. Phew.

[gslmccrthy-blog]

         Eyes widening in slight disbelief, Gisele shook her head, giggling, incredulous that the other hadn’t heard of Z before. “Oh, they’re my absolute bestest friend in the world! They’re totally in a band, too, and you should hear them play some time; I’ll invite you! They’re super rad.” as if thrown back into seeing them onstage, Gisele claps, absolutely elated; she was always so proud of Z, and so unafraid to voice it as well. Her nickname for Hojin left Melody’s lips and already she could feel herself turning a light shade of pink, her smile ever dreamy as she shook her head shortly. “Oh, no, he isn’t my boyfriend–” though dropping her voice soon after, Gisele added in hushed tones, “– I wish, though! He’s the sweetest; and he holds my hand sometimes, too, and it feels super nice.” punctuating her sentence with a giggle, Gis smiled delightedly, welcoming any and all of Melody’s questions; it was nice getting to know new people, to make new friends! And Melody had been nothing short of a sweetheart the entire time. “I did like five a lot! But oooh, the new one; that pilot fellow looked really quite dashing, didn’t he?” her smile grew brighter, moonier even when the topic drifted to Disney princesses finding their prince. “Oh, I think you will, one day!” she nodded firmly, a quick wink leaving her features as she spun around the store once more. “Oh, I loved Cinderella; Her dress was to die for, honest! Hmmm, Disney, Disney, where could you be?”

[melodyous-blog]

          Mel hardly knew much of anyone, being new and all, so it shouldn’t come as much of a shock, but it seemed to with Gisele and the girl didn’t know how to respond to that, so her pink lips just pursed and she nodded... Loving music, she was interested, but being around many people and possibly people who didn’t like her... Well, that worried her at least a little bit. Even if Gisele was completely excited about it. However, what wasn’t Gisele excited about? The girl was a live-wire always bouncing around or so it seemed. Curious eyes narrowed as she listened and heard the girl’s voice drop. “Well, does he um does he like you?” It wasn’t something Melody was versed in. No guy ever wanted to date her or liked her, so she wouldn’t be much help, but she was trying to. However she didn’t even notice the attention she’s been getting from a certain buffed up peer. “I mean um if he holds your hand, he probably does. I don’t think a lot of friends just do that,” not opposite sex friends unless they were completely close. But rather than dwell on it, she instead got caught up in the Star Wars conversation rather easily. “Oh yeah, Poe is rather attractive. But the actor is like twice my age,” she laughed gently with a flush because this wasn’t normally what she talked about. And she hardly ever made it apparent she thought someone was attractive since usually she’d just be made fun of for it. And yet her blush darkened at the concept of her fining her prince. She didn’t believe it would happen ever, but she couldn’t say she didn’t want it. Someone so close to you, someone to protect you and love you no matter what, and not because they have to, but because they just do... “Which one?”

[gslmccrthy-blog]

           “Oh, that’s cool! Usually if I’m not doing anything I’m just at Z’s place – now more than, like, before, really, but that’s probably because I live there now.” Gisele explained casually, her fingers skimming through Queen’s vinyls as she continued to hold conversation with the girl who kept her company. “If not with him, I’m with Hojbae! He’s always really highkey sweet, even if he doesn’t seem it; I love him a ton.” she giggled, smile moonier than usual at the mention of the other boy; shaking it off as pure fondness, her expression only brightened at the girl’s agreement, still listening intently to what Melody had to say. “Sci Fi? Like… Star Wars! My dad loves Star Wars a lot, I watched four-five-six when I was little; Han and Leia were just the cutest, weren’t they?” It was just like Gisele to focus on the romantic aspect of things, really – which was why at the mention of Disney, her eyes were quick to widen, and she squealed in delight. “Oh, Disney! The princess always meets her prince and they live happily ever after, oh, it sounds like such a dream, right?” Gis gushed, doe-eyed at the thought of a Prince Charming. “I absolutely love, love, love Disney! And their songs are real cool tunage… I wonder if they have vinyls of the soundtracks available here!”

[melodyous-blog]

          “Z? Who’s that?” Melody’s brows raised in a slight curiosity. No, she didn’t think it would be someone she would want to know, and no she didn’t want to meet them, but she was curious as to who it was. Especially since this girl lived with them. It had to be someone interesting or at least that she thought was, and Mel kind of wondered where that line stopped. “Hojbae? Who’s that? Boyfriend?” Brows drew in as she felt she was asking too many questions, but couldn’t help it. It seemed like everything Gisele said drew up at least one more if not more. How much she had to say, though, made the shorter girl feel a lot more quiet than she normally does, not that she wasn’t usually rather quiet in general -- not wanting to draw attention among other things, but at the same time, the amount this girl talked just surpassed how much she did by far. “Um yeah exactly like that,” a small smile bubbled on her lips. “They’re my favorite. And four through six are the best, but the new one was pretty good.” Her smile grew to a grin as she talked about it freely for the first time in forever. “But uh yeah te dream for some people. I don’t think I’d mind finding my prince,” if there even is one because she jut can’t seem to expect or accept that there is. Who would want her? “I’d definitely look, I think they re-released some albums on vinyl recently. I think I saw some at the Disney Store month ago. Pinocchio... Nightmare Before Christmas... Cinderella... There was probably more but I remember those. So I’d look. Definitely.”

[micahkanasis-blog]

Micah hadn’t necessarily been one of the most outspoken boys in their classes, but he was definitely twice as observant as the most of them. He cared about the things that most of them appeared to not care about too. He felt his emotions at full blast most of the time. It appeared to him that Melody wasn’t one the most outspoken girls either, and it drew him in even if he wasn’t quite aware of it. He sensed something the same in her and him. He never went for the girls that seemed to have their own spotlights. It was all too much for him. There was drama connected with girls like that; something he strove to distance himself from. He’d made an effort to be nice toward Melody previously because he was raised right and well, by a very loving maternal figure. He knew how to be nice to a girl that he could possibly like more than a simple crush maybe one day. He watched as she stammered for her words and, for a moment, Micah wondered if he had said something wrong. But, of course, he hadn’t and could only bask in the awkwardness and rub the back of his neck anxiously as she continued on. He chuckled lightly at her comment about liking trucks, not quite expecting it to come from her lips. He gave her a curious look. “…I hope I’m not keeping you from anything, like friends or a job or, uh, anything like that. I just thought that it would be nice of me to offer you a ride since we have so many classes together this semester. You don’t have to accept just out of kindness. Even though, you, uh, you seem like a nice… You seem…” He shook his head, perplexed by how tongue-tied he was becoming. “I mean, you seem like a nice girl. I just would like to come off as nice too,” He smiled lightly, readjusting his backpack strap on his shoulder. “…Shall we?” He offered, before leaving the classroom with Melody and eventually exiting through the big front doors that the two had walked through separately earlier that day. “–My, um, truck is this way,” Micah nodded in the direction of the parking lot and took a few steps only to look back to make sure that he hadn’t completely scared her off.

[melodyous-blog]

         He was quiet, she’d noticed, though based on times like today, Mel found herself wondering whether he was really quiet or if he was trying to be on best behavior so he wouldn’t have to fork over his paycheck every couple of weeks just for some curse words. It seemed silly. Some other punishment should be given to those who can’t seem to live without it so they’re not losing a good deal of funds for something that wasn’t even illegal. But she digressed, her fingers sliding along the strap of her bag as she spoke to him or tried to. Who knew if he even understood what she said, Melody wasn’t even sure she had, but it had come out and the most embarrassing part of it had been utterly and completely clear. And it was enough to make him chuckle, but she didn’t really now if he was laughing with her or at her. Usually with people it was the latter so her eyes kind of fell and her lower lip was bit down a bit harder than before. The poor girl hardly knew how to interact with people her own age let alone someone she’s been noticing ever since the beginning of school at the very least, but she was pretty sure she saw him on the break before at the record store. 

Anyway, he was attractive and that just made things worse for her. It was strange that he was even talking to her. Her view of herself was so disillusioned, it would have to be untaught, but she didn’t even know that, she saw it as truth. And she saw family and family friends telling her she was pretty or whatever they chose just as a kindness that was necessitated. If he said so, she’d be sorely confused. Already his nervous habit, she read a bit wrong. Like maybe he regretted trying to talk to her when all she did was a become a stammering mess, but he was talking to her still so she wasn’t sure what this was. But she hoped it wasn’t something like Carrie. She didn’t even think there were dances at Roundview, but all the same. It could be a joke, right? “Oh I don’t... I don’t have many friends. One or two I guess, but you know um I’m kind of scared to say that they’re that...” The girl found herself being completely honest as she blushed. “Because I’m sure they’ll come to their senses sometime soon...” Mel let go of her lip. “So um no, no friends in the way and I don’t um on’t work until Saturday... I was just going to go to the music rooms and play piano, but that’s um fine. I have an acoustic at home. And a keyboard, so...” 

But blue eyes flickered curiously as he seemed to become tongue-tied talking to her. It didn’t seem like how she perceived him and she had no idea why he would. “Oh I don’t. I mean you haven’t been... not nice... So I’d um I’d say you’ve come off as nice. But um are you nice or do you just want to seem... nice...” The brunette asked earnestly. Because if he just wanted to seem maybe this was a Carrie thing. But maybe he just wanted to be nice to her. She didn’t know him so she couldn’t really say, but she didn’t really know much of anybody. so that didn’t help things. Nodding at his words, her fingers brushed over one of the rips in her skinny jeans and she moved from her desk to start walking. Mel was cautious, but she did walk with him and she did keep up as he walked her toward his truck. After all, what could he do with his truck to harm her in any way? And then she really didn’t believe he’d hurt her. Which was weird because she didn’t really feel that way with anyone. Clearing her throat, she caught up to him when he looked back at her and she looked up toward his face, “so um what color is it?” That wasn’t weird to ask, right? Right... Right.

[micahkanasis-blog]

Micah knew that Melody was the one that chose to let out the lightest of giggles before the teacher even called out her name. Seeing her in several classes before and watching her sometimes during their breaks between their hours of rhetoric had ingrained that smallest of girlish laugh into his mind as belonging to Melody. He made his way back to his seat. Thankfully it was next to Melody’s. He caught her eyes glance over at his and then over at the teacher and he waited for the professor to be done with what they were doing. He figured that she was never one to really challenge the professor like he would. The class was almost over, just a few more minutes, but Micah had accidentally let a curse word slip even despite knowing his prof’s views on cursing during class. It was just the way he talked though and, during class, it caused him to be quieter than normal, which was saying something. Once all was said and done and the class was dismissed, Micah stood up, but spoke to Melody before either of them had the chance to leave. “You know, you’re lucky that you’re not as foul-mouthed as me. I’ve lost quite a few dollars to that jar over the years,” He told her, knowing that she was still fairly new around here. “–Do you have another class to go to now?” Micah asked, tentatively. “I, uh, could walk you,” He continued on. “Or, you know, if you needed a ride home, or anything. I’ve got my truck today too,” He offered out to Melody. ”It’s been in the shop, but I’ve finally got it fixed.”

[melodyous-blog]

         After Melody conceded, as though she would have done anything else, their professor went back to teaching, making sure to utilize every minute until the class was over which was apparent as her blue eyes glanced at the clock and she tried not to look over at Micah again -- already embarrassed, but she didn’t want him to know, really, that she’d been watching him. Not a lot and not too often, but it probably helped that the few times they’d manage to say a few words to each other he’d been kind to her, unlike several people she could name off the top of her head. One being named Whitt. She’d tried to reconcile those coffee-stained notes, but they were so far past ruined she just had to google everything and hope she’d understand. It ended badly, but what was she supposed to do? With class dismissed eventually, the petite girl swiped up her beanie and put it back upon her curls before leaning down and putting her things in her messenger bag. She hadn’t even stood up when she heard him and looked out first at his feet which were turned toward her and then those blue eyes lifted slowly to find his face, pink painting her cheeks. “M-me? Oh I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever really been one to curse,” her blush darkened as she slowly brought her messenger bag strap up toward her shoulder then stood, fixing her tank top that had rode up beneath her flannel just a bit. Enough to expose the dimples in her back when she turned it just slightly toward him to check if she missed anything and tugged it down. “W-walk... you... Um...” Melody held her bag a bit tighter. “O-oh I was... going to... but... You... Um. Drive? You can... You can drive me home. Yeah. Um. Sure. Yeah. You can drive me home. I like trucks.” I like trucks? Mel. What is wrong with you?

[gslmccrthy-blog]

        “Okay, I will! Will you help me?” Unable to wait for an answer, the girl tugged onto Melody’s hand, dragging her back to the section where she’d found the first Queen record she was holding, curls bouncing along with her. “You know so much about stuff… people say I don’t know much about anything, but it’d be cool to know as much as you do about music and Queen and all these super cool things, you’re super cool!” Gis gushed on and on about the girl as her eyes fluttered back over the record collection once more. “Yeah, that’s the one! I thought it was uber cutie patoots, didn’t you?” she mused, a delighted grin lacing her features. “What about you, what movies do you like?”

[melodyous-blog]

         Before she could even say yes, because she would, Melody was being pulled to the section the girl had previously been in that probably housed the other queen album and Mel was watching her bounce around, her curls following after. Goodness. “I have um a lot of time on my hands,” time alone mostly -- especially now when her parents weren’t trying to make her do and go to things people didn’t really want her at in the first place. But, Mel still would know a lot about her favorite things. Like bands, Star Wars and Harry Potter. Those were just give ins. But she blushed a bit about being called cool. No one really thought her cool except Jasper, but she thought that was a fluke. And this probably is, too, but she’d take it. “Oh yeah, definitely.” Though maybe not in those words. “Oh um... Fantasy. And Sci Fi. Mostly.” She didn’t try to name any because that might make it worse, but even saying that was a bit risky. “Sometimes Disney.” Everyone loves Disney, though, right? So who could find fault with that. Especially not Gisele in her mind. So hopefully that was enough. Oh well.

[gxnjinhwan-blog]

            “Nah, y’know, who are you kidding? You’re totally cool.” his chuckle matched hers, and Jasper returned Melody’s smile with a wider one of her own. “Other people – well, I wouldn’t say they’re not cool, but– they’re no you, that’s for sure. And you are– great, really. I’ll cross my heart and everything.” he added, a playful smile quirking up at the corner of his lips as he brought the pair around the block. “You hungry? I kinda want takeout, if you’re up for it; I’m buying, o’course.”

[melodyous-blog]

         “Who am I kidding?” A sort of disbelief crossed her face and mixed with the slight laughter that found her. It was sort of like ‘you’re kidding, right?’ more than anything. Then again if she were actually cool then there wouldn’t be scars upon her and she wouldn’t be so timid and jaded when it came to getting close to people. Curiosity befit her brows as he went on, but she smiled because he did know how to cheer her up even if it was only momentarily. She really shouldn’t take his thoughts on her for granted, and she doesn’t. Because, well, he’s one of the few people who have ever liked her in any way. And she liked him, too, so it was worth it. “Hum, yeah, that sounds good. You don’t have to pay for me, though.” But Mel knew not to push too much. “Though if you’re asking... what kind... I think Chinese sounds good. Or maybe Pad Thai.”

[sightheo-blog]

tatum’s eyes drifted up and down on the person sitting across from him. his hands were careful and his movements were precise despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at his hands at all. by now, his movements became muscle memory. ❝ look, mate – you don’t have to tell me your entire life story in order to get some spliff, alright? ❞

[melodyous-blog]

         “Oh I didn’t um... I wasn’t...” She wasn’t trying to get drugs. The girl was just trying to branch out some maybe make some friends but clearly she looked in the wrong place and so her cheeks were rather red as she tried to compose what she might say or should possibly say next, but all that came to her mind was apology. “Sorry.”

[gxnjinhwan-blog]

          Eyes lit up as he nodded reassuringly at her, smiling softly as if to match hers; his eyebrows, however, quickly furrowed, at the mention of him being the only one who’d try to be there for her. He knew what it was like to be alone – what was worse was when he wasn’t, and still felt the loneliness bubble up in him, looming over him like a cloud. It wasn’t a fate he’d wish upon anyone. “Well, uh–” he started, pausing for a moment to look for the right words to say. “I’m sure lots of people would be there for you – and, uh, if not… it’s their loss, really.” he stated, ruffling her hair while the tiniest of smiles graced his features. “You’re, hmm, cool.”

[melodyous-blog]

         It was like that movie said a long while ago, A Cinderella Story with Hilary Duff, though technically it was from a poet Melody thought, but it was about being in a sea of people and still feeling lonely. And that was her on a daily basis honestly. You can be less than alone and still feel lonely, and it was one of the worst feelings in the world, honestly. She, too, wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Mel watched him quietly, though, as he started to speak and her eyes narrowed. “They...” don’t. She started to say but, she smiled softly at how confident he was in her that people missed out on talking to her. She knew it wasn’t true of course, but she could also tell he believed it so she offered a small smile and a chuckle. “Well, thanks. Um. I’ve always wanted to be... hmm, cool.”

[gslmccrthy-blog]

         “Don’t you just love the word gnarly? Isn’t it just so– gnarly?” with a little giggle, Gisele reached for the palms of Melody’s hands, squeezing them gently whilst doing a little dance in the process; it was safe to say that she was an easily excitable girl. “News of the World! That sounds cool; what did the world have to say?” she asked quizzically, tilting her head to the side with her eyebrows arched, but the dreamy smile still intact. “And, oh, oh, jazz is so cool.” she added, nodding empathetically. “I love the trumpets, and the– other horn things, super cool, super rad. And– oh, Somebody to Love! That’s by them, too, right?” Gis giggled once more, moving her hips to the rhythm she recalled in her head. “I saw that on Happy Feet! I loved Happy Feet.”

[melodyous-blog]

         With how secure the girl is, it was kind of hard for Mel to be as insecure as she normally is -- Gisele had a personality that lifted spirits and was quite infectious in and of itself. Mel did not, but she was closer to it in her presence. Watching as Gisele took her hands, Mel let out a soft chuckle, and smiled ever so gently. “A lot. Maybe you should find a copy of that as well and hear for yourself,” her words were gentle as she hummed them out only to chuckle. “Well, they had an album called Jazz. And yes, Somebody to Love is by them. It’s on A Day at the Races.” Pretty easy questions for her to answer since Queen was one of her favorites for classic rock, definitely. “Happy Feet is the penguin movie, right?”

[victorgriffin-blog]

“I’m a bit… drunk… but I’m super hungry… Are those chips? Oh my fucking god thank you thank you thank you-” Victor plunged his head into the bowl of chips, still blubbering a few thank yous.

[melodyous-blog]

         A small gasp passed her lips. In earnest, she’d been about to answer, but he beat her to the punch when his hand landed in her chips and her lips pursed ever so slightly. “Um.” What was she supposed to say to that? “I... Here you go.”

[gxnjinhwan-blog]

♥ - Melody

♥: Your muse crying about something

         “— no, hey, it’s–” his eyes flutter from the floor to her, unsure of what to do – until he decides to do the one thing he can. lanky arms wrap around the girl’s much smaller frame, letting her rest her head against his chest as his head, in turn, rests on hers. “– it’s okay, shh. i’m here; i’m here.”

[gslmccrthy-blog]

♛ - Melody

♛: Sharing a dessert

       “see,” gis begins after swallowing a mouthful of strawberries and graham crust, “the thing about strawberry tart is– it’s so good? like. the crust is flaky, which reminds me of, like, ballet, for some reason, and strawberries remind me of sweet and happy spring days!” she pokes at the slice with her fork, looking up at the girl with her trademark lopsided smile. “oh; you’re not eating!” she notices, her eyes somewhat squinting, and she lifts the fork up to the other’s mouth with a soft hum and little giggle. “here comes the airplane, little one; open up, open up!”

[micahkanasis-blog]

Micah shoves another dollar bill into the already-overflowing ‘Swear Jar’. “We’re gonna’ need a bigger jar.” He mumbled out while shaking his head, a little angry at the fact that he had to give up yet another dollar, especially since school had just started only a few days ago.

[melodyous-blog]

         A small hand came up to muffle gentle laughter as she avoided looking over next to her where he sat and the teacher stood, holding out the jar. But the small girl couldn’t evade for long when the professor looked over at her and spoke up. “Is something funny, miss Vand?” It was enough to make Melody freeze momentarily before she bit her lip and blue eyes glanced at the both of them. “O-oh, no m’am. I was just...” They interrupted her. “Uhuh. Well, next time think before you ‘just.’” Full lips pursed. “Yes, m’am.”

[melodyous-blog]

💖 for gis and jasper !!

Send “💖” and my muse will admit something they find cute about yours.

GISELLE

         “Her freedom, I could never imagine being able to just be myself like that. It’s kind of amazing. And I wish I could be so free.”

JASPER

         "How excited he gets when I give him butterbeer. Ever since the first taste he was hooked and I could see the way his eyes lit up.”

[fringehq]

“I’m not nosy, this is just…the third time that ambulance has showed up at that house this week, I’m just curious.”

[melodyous-blog]

         “Well, at least it seems someone’s already trying to take care of it, right?” Since the ambulances were there, there was really nothing they could do. She just hoped everything was okay.

[jiinsuns]

             “I say they go hand-in-hand if anything.” He grinned, glad he got her attention. He hasn’t seen her, whoever she was, around. Maybe because she’s new or maybe because Jaxson’s attention span revolves around his friends to notice anyone else. But his friends are missing and she’s alone and he figured why not. “I haven’t been able to get a cuppa though, line’s fucking huge I’ll miss the first bell. Hey, you want some?” He asked, offering her the joint. 

[melodyous-blog]

         “Would that even taste good?” Dark brows furrowed in disbelief as she saw his grin and her blue eyes glimmered. She knew, of course, how coffee tasted, but the joint, well she’s only ever heard but judging by the smell now that she smelled it for herself, well, she can’t say it seemed like it would be appetizing by itself let alone mixed with coffee. “Oh I um I brought coffee from home, I was going to um give someone one anyway, probably a teacher. But you can have it, she went to her bag which had a cup holder and held out the other one that wasn’t already in her hand. “Um, no, I’m okay this morning. Thanks, though.”