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come with me.... run quick see .

[mikahjowilkins]

fckbcwie‌:

❝ yes ― I spent most of my money on new clothes and makeup. no i did not really need them but, they’re beautiful and the damage is done so ❞

“i say get your money back.” she shrugs. “if you’re admitting you don’t need them then maybe you should like, use your money for something you actually care about.”

[mikahjowilkins]

b e n t l e y ,

bentley shrugged and didn’t deny her claims because she was right, he was doing it to annoy her. to give himself something to do. it was the need to antagonize everything and everyone to feel alive. “always nice to make business with you.” true to his word, he threw the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it to extinguish the flame completely.  

an instant smile when he steps on the cigarette and it finally goes out. now she just has to wait for the air to clear, she can’t stand the smell of them mostly. “the please is all mine.”

[mikahjowilkins]

m a d i s o n , 

there’s  a  low  hum  in  the  back  of  her  throat  –  one  of  not  entirely  believing  the  older  girl,  but  also  not  wanting  to  deal  with  any  possible  argument  that  may  come  by  saying  so.  olivia  isn’t  in  the  most  fiesty  of  moods  today.  "buying?“  eyebrows  furrow,  mostly  because  the  questions  her  off  guard  than  the  actual  reality  of  what  it  means.  "no,  i’m  okay.”  usually  she  only  takes  what  monroe  and  her  friends  give  her  –  not  to  mention  she  doesn’t  have  any  money  on  her,  anyways.  "purple  passion?“  an  eyebrow  raises,  but  olivia  moves  to  smell  it  anyways.  "what  is  it  anyways?”

mikah is more than relieved when madison turns down the offer. she looks at the other girl, she’s not serious right? she fights back the urge to roll her eyes. “uh, weed...duh.” she thought she’d made that obvious, guess not. “but okay, no biggie.” she shrugs 

[mikahjowilkins]

cathmiller‌:

     while the other’s behaviour felt suspicious, the woman had promised not to interrogate mikah. instead, she opted to engage in conversation. “nothing much. i’m heading over to the studio to sort some things out/ best not procrastinate on admin work.” catherine had been spending too much time at that place and the many visits were driven by avoidance, not for having to be there. “and you? heading home, i hope.”

mikah nods her head. mention of the studio reminds her that she has a private for her ballet solo tomorrow. she can’t remember who it’s scheduled with. she’s not the most orthodox of ballerina’s but she’s pretty good for her age, she minor’s in dance, her major focusing on premed for her veterinary dreams. “oh, yep, yes. absolutely, home.” she’s even weirder than five minutes ago. “have you uh, seen my mom?”

[mikahjowilkins]

o l i v i a ,

olivia  doesn’t  drive  —-  not  LEGALLY  anyways  and  she’s  sure  she’d  give  her  dads  a  heart  attack  if  she  was  to  get  pulled  over  with  simply  having  her  permit,  no  other  people  in  the  car.  so  she  walks  unfortunately  ..  and  apparently,  is  scary.  she  doesn’t  want  to  mention  the  slight  sight  of  a  baggy  -  so  she  acts  normal.  don’t  be  suspicious.  "i  scared  you?“

mikah  thinks  on  the  question  a  second  or  two  longer  than  usual.  “s  t  a  r  t  l  e  d,  is  a  better  choice  of  words.”  she  shrugs.  nonchalant  is  her  middle  name.  “you  buying?”  here  it  is.  this  is  her  way  of  trying  to  cover  up  what  olivia  may  or  may  not  have  just  seen.she  pulls  out  a  baggie  of  green,  this  way  olivia  thinks  this  is  what  she  saw  mikah  tucking  away.  she  sells  weed  too,  that’s  of  her  own  doing,  the  other  shit?  all  her  mom’s  idea.  what  harm  would  it  do  anyways?  she  already  sold  weed  to  the  kids  in  the  neighborhood,  she  might  as  well  upgrade  and  sell  the  real  deal  shit  on  the  side.  “s’called  purple  passion.”  she  grins.  “take  a  whiff.”  she  smells  the  baggie,  encouraging  the  younger  girl  to  do  the  same.

[mikahjowilkins]

freddiegardner·:

‘‘ Oh, come on. ’’ he says, throwing his hands up in frustration. ‘‘ Firstly, i’m not a squirt, i’m thirteen, that’s practically an adult, and secondly, please. they’re not even for me so you won’t be contributing to my delinquency anyway. ’’

mikah’s  eyebrows  raise  with  curiosity.  now  she’s  listening.  “oh  yeah?  who’re  they  for  then?  maybe  i’ll  buy  em’  for  you.”  she  shrugs.

[mikahjowilkins]

freddiegardner‌:

Freddie stood awkwardly outside the shop, hoping to convince someone who looked old enough to buy him a packet of cigarettes. technically speaking they weren’t for him, they were for his mom, his BIRTH mom, and he really didn’t want to let her down (again). ‘‘ OH, hey, excuse me? would you be able to buy me a packet of Marlboro? ’’

mikah  looks  at  the  pip  squeak  for  three  seconds  before  shaking  her  head.  look  at  her,  using  her  common  sense  for  once.  being  holier  than  thou  seemed  wrong  in  this  instance,  considering  her  own  situation  with  drug  use.  but  this  is  a  little  boy,  no.  she  has  standards,  i  mean  c’mon.  “sorry  squirt  but  i’m  not  contributing  to  the  delinquency  of  you  or  whatever.”  she  tries  to  shoo  him  off.  “you  shouldn’t  be  smoking  those  death  traps  anyways,  they’re  killer.”

[mikahjowilkins]

cathmiller‌:. 

     catherine didn’t mean to come across as judgemental but she had in the past when it came to the wilkins. the woman hadn’t known where to look; she had briefly befriended the parents at one point but their friendship quickly went downhill as embarrassment followed. however, catherine felt like she couldn’t be like that anymore; her guilt was bad enough… the young woman was acting suspicious but she figured she’d turn a blind eye to it. “did i? i didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

mikah said a silent prayer that she wasn’t turning as white as the substance that was burning a hole in her coat pocket. “it’s all good mrs. mills.” she tries to shake her nerves off, she can relax now, she’s pretty sure she’s off the hook. “i wasn’t paying attention s’all. uh what are you up to on this fine evening?”

[mikahjowilkins]

bentley .

it was the asshole thing to do and he was aware of that when he inhaled the smoke only to purposely release it in the girl’s direction. “sorry. it slipped.” it didn’t even make sense, but he was in one of his moods. “i’ll put it out if you give me a discount next time i’m buying.”

“sorry.  it  slipped.”  she  was  mocking  him  to  emphasize  her  annoyance.  “bullshit.”  she  huffs.  “you’re  so  clearly  doing  the  shit  on  purpose,  to  annoy  me?  perhaps.  because  you  didn’t  mean  to?  not  likely.”  mikah  jo  leans  back  to  avoid  the  new  puff.  “a  discount?  yeah,  yeah,  whatever’ll  get  you  to  put  it  down.”

[mikahjowilkins]

theo .

“can i be honest?” theo asked, but of course, he didn’t wait for an answer. “i never learned how to do conversions- like, in elementary school? inches to centimeters, ounces to pounds, none of that.” just some gaps in his public school education. “never learned all the states, either. i guess i should get on that, but i’m still barely grasping algebra, and i’ve got a test on that next week,” he shrugged.

mikah jo looks at the boy with confusion. she assumed most people didn’t remember how to convert. at least she didn’t. “theo, sweetheart.” she pauses. “no one knows how to do that shit.”

[mikahjowilkins]

bentley .

smoke clouded the air around the teenage boy, bentley wouldn’t have been able to tell how many cigs he had had that afternoon alone. sitting there he looked as apathetic as ever, lately, he would only feel alive behind the wheel of a car. it was funny how a car was always the thing that had taken his lifeforce. he looked at the person and got the feeling they were saying something, but he couldn’t know what or if it was directed at him, the music always too loud. “did’ya say anything?” 

mikah jo rolled her eyes, typical of him not to be listening. “i SAID, could you blow that shit in the other direction?” her eyes fixated on the cigarette that was tucked between his fingers. “you know i hate the smell of those things.”

[mikahjowilkins]

mikah jo had just finished a run for her mom, a little bit of white still left over. she was run her fingers over it through the baggy her mom had handed it to her in. part of her felt guilty for what she’d let her more drag her into, but the other half of her didn’t care because it was what was paying for her college and dream to become a vet. mikah jumped when she realized someone was coming and she struggled to hide the baggy in her coat pocket before shakily offering a smile. “phew. hey. you scared me.” she forced a laugh, waiting for a reaction, hoping they didn’t see too much.