monroe.

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m a e v e ,

“honestly?  me  too.  i  definitely  would  be  like,  in  prison  or  something.  it’s  a  safe  release.”  moe  sighed,  sinking  into  the  couch  more,  "speaking  of,  do  you  want  me  to  roll  the  next  one?“

he ignores the fact she just said weed keeps her out of prison. he’s sure she’s joking enough to where it’s of no real concern. “yeah for sure, i’d like, probably be sad all the time.” he shrugs his shoulders. he thought that sounded deeper in his head. now he kinda just sounds depressing. “uh. yeah, mhm.”

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b a m b i ,

      “ you’re so funny, mon.” she hissed sarcastically, sending a playful punch to her brother’s arm. “i wasn’t even there hours ago -  - and i’m only a little buzzed.” that much was an obvious lie, but in her head… she was completely fine. she was a professional drinker, just like she was a professional sculptor. “where are you off to? what are you doing?” 

“it’s not supposed to be funny.” he can’t help but roll his eyes. she’s being super annoying now. “yeah right, you’re a little more than buzzed.” that’s obvious but clearly not to her. he’s more irritated that he’s run into her like this than mad. “none of ya business, i’m the one asking questions here.”

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o l i v i a ,

“kind  of  yes,  kind  of  no.  if  it  was  solely  her  i  would’ve  punched  her  in  the  knees.  would’ve  gone  down  like  i  was  a  wreckin’  ball  or  something.”  olivia  doesn’t  think  so  highly  of  herself,  but  it’d  be  a  pleasure  to  see  the  girl  tumble  down  in  pain.  "of  course  it’s  a  thing  -  it  happens  to  drunk  people  alla’  the  time  could  be  the  same  for  you.“  she  moves  to  get  into  the  drivers  seat  -  though  a  bit  intimated,  and  tries  not  to  let  it  show.  before  putting  the  keys  into  the  ignition,  she  leans  over  to  pat  his  cheek.  "thank  you  bubba  –  i  appreciate  the  lack  of  puke.”

“i  don’t  see  how  she  made  the  team.”  he  mutters.  look  at  him,  gossiping  like  he’s  one  of  them.  he  scrunches  his  nose  up  when  he  realizes,  laughing  at  olivia’s  comment  all  the  same  though.  “oh  yeah?  is  that  why  they  throw  up  in  the  middle  of  car  rides?  always  thought  it  was  just  the  alcohol  in  general.”  monroe  lays  the  seat  back  and  gets  comfortable.  “yeah,  yeah,  the  pleasure  is  all  mine.”

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m a d i s o n ,

he’s  adorable  -  that’s  the  first  word  that  comes  into  mind  when  she  thinks  about  it,  mostly  because  it’s  just  the  truth.  even  when  he’s  trying  to  gt  on  her  nerves  ..  still  fuckin’  cute.  she  stiffens,  though,  when  his  tone  changes.  "it  doesn’t  mean  anything.“  not  anything  SHE  couldn’t  handle  of  course  –  olivia  can  hold  her  own  ;  she’s  a  good  fighter,  had  to  be,  and  it’s  not  because  she’s  scrappy.  "just  girl  on  the  team  -  they  don’t  mean  anything.  they’re  just  mad  'cause  we’re  super  cute  and  they’re  still  trying  to  find  true  on  love  tinder.  calm  down,  babe.”  she  really  doesn’t  want  to  be  icing  monroe’s  knuckles  anytime  soon.  her  nose  scrunches  like  it  does  when  she’s  not  sure  how  to  respond  to  any  of  his  words  ;  he  says  things  sometimes,  and  truly,  liv  isn’t  sure  how  to  take  them.  "i  mean  –  thank  you?  i  think.“  good  enough.  "i  surely  think  so.”  and  she’d  kind  of  forgotten  that  driving  under  the  influence  was  bad  until  he’s  handing  her  the  keys.  fuck.  olivia  can  drive  -  she’s  not  exactly  licenced,  but  hey,  she’s  never  been  pulled  over  either  —  her  permit  does  wonders.  "okay  -  just  don’t  get  road  sickness,  'cause  i’m  not  pickin’  it  up.“

monroe  softens  when  she  mentions  it’s  a  girl.  he  knows  madison  can  handle  that  department  on  her  own,  he  was  more  so  worried  it  was  a  boy  giving  her  a  hard  time.  he  can  relax  a  bit.  “oh,  which  one?  don’t  tell  me  it’s  the  tall  girl  who  can’t  dance.”  he  only  knows  this  about  the  tall  girl  because  he’s  heard  the  other  girls  on  the  team  say  this  about  her  more  than  once.  he  may  not  give  his  two  cents  when  they’re  gossiping  but  he’s  definitely  listening.  “road  sickness?”  he  rolls  his  eyes.  “i  didn’t  even  know  that  was  a  thing,  i  promise  not  to  puke  on  you.”  he  hopes  his  word  is  enough,  though  he’s  over  confident  that  he  won’t  be  barfing  on  anyone  anytime  soon.

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b a m b i ,

          a sigh slips past intoxicated lips, it was far too early for bambi to be as liquored up as she was , however , it wasn’t anything new at this point. the days blended together for the brunette - ever since she lost her parents… the mornings were headaches, the afternoons were vibrant, warm, dizzy - - but the nights? she’d never remember. then repeat. it was how she coped.

          here she was, walking down the streets of LA , all but stumbling out of a dimly lit bar at 12:30. the artist’s eyes lock with a familiar face, “ hey- - hey, can you believe that shit hole,” she points back to the bar, “had the balls to cut me off??” 

monroe can’t believe this is happening right now. he was expecting to walk to the corner store in a short trip,it was clear now with his out of her mind drunk sister all up in his space that this was going to much longer of an outing than ten minutes would cover. he doesn’t even recognize her, no shit it’s her but she looks...different, he can’t explain it. it’s like she’s there but he doesn’t know her. “i’m guessing they should’ve cut you off hours ago.” she can’t be serious right now.

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o l i v i a ,

she’s  normally  just  joking  around  –  fucking  with  him  is  kind  of  funny,  but  only  when  he’s  in  on  the  joke.  people  can  say  olivia  is  cruel  and  a  bitch  but  she’d  never  intentionally  be  mean  without  reason,  especially  not  to  her  BOYFRIEND.  that’s  just  unnecessary.  "alright,  alright  –“  she  shakes  her  head  at  the  wink.  he’s  such  a  dork  sometimes,  it’s  endearing  as  hell.  part  of  her  wonders  exactly  how  they  found  each  other  —  but  she’s  not  going  to  question  the  universe  (  much  )  or  try  to  fight  fate.  that’s  just  stupid  and  the  plot  for  many  bad  chick  flicks.    "somehow  i’m  not  surprised.  you’re  not  exactly  subtle,  bubba.”  monroe  can  be  but  he’s  definitely  not  while  high  or  intoxicated  -  that’s  just  not  something  he’s  capable  of,  and  they’re  lucky  olivia  is  quick  on  her  feet  and  says  something  before  he  can.  maybe  his  aunt  really  is  as  lax  as  he  says.  it’s  definitely  something  she’s  always  been  wary  of,  but  then  again,  she’d  never  want  to  intrude  on  someone  else  in  their  own  home  ;  she’s  had  so  many  ripped  out  from  under  her  that  she  knows  not  to  mess  with  someone  elses.  olivia  may  not  have  total  common  sense  but  she  has  enough.  "an  angel?“  head  tilted,  doe  eyes  looking  up  at  him  -  as  if  she  does  entirely  fit  the  part.  "i  can  name  a  few  people  who’d  disagree  with  you  on  that  one.”  the  entire  community  college  board  of  advisement,  for  one  thing.  eyes  roll  again  at  his  dramatics  –  there’s  only  room  for  ONE  drama  queen  in  this  relationship,  and  she’s  5'1.  "ass?  i  thought  i  was  an  angel  –  unless  ..“  she’s  waiting  to  see  if  he’d  take  the  bait,  mostly  because  their  playful  arguments  were  fun  when  that’s  all  they  really  were  –  playful.  "i  am  very  cute  in  a  skirt,  though  i  think  you’re  exaggeratin’  a  lil.”  liv  lets  him  rest  his  head  against  the  crook  of  her  neck,  and  she’s  not  entirely  surprised  by  the  kissing.  normally,  she’d  be  fine  with  it  -  but  they’re  also  in  public.  "you’re  the  one  with  the  car,  c'mon.“

a toothy grin when she reacts to the wink. he knew he was funny, he just needed her to reassure him sometimes. monroe pretends to be hurt at her comment poking fun at his abilities to maintain secrecy of his highs. he didn’t see what the big deal was anyways, it was just weed. wasn’t like it was illegal where they lived, though he was still only nineteen, it was still a grown up in his eyes though. uh oh. monroe doesn’t like what olivia’s implying. he’s protective of her to say the least. “what does that mean? what would these people say then huh? ‘cause i won’t let anyone talk shit about you.” he almost sounds truly angry but he’s waiting for her to explain more before he decides if he’s mad or not. he smirks, he knows what she’s trying to do. “well you’re both kinda, like a sour patch, first you’re sour then you’re sweet.” he’s joking, totally joking. “I dunno, i don’t think it’s possible for me to exaggerate.” he shrugs. idiot. normally, he wouldn’t be so touchy in public, but he’s high, he keeps forgetting they haven’t even gotten to his house yet. “oh right, you have to drive cause like...yeah.” he’s handing her his keys to his 2017 BMW. he’s pretty loaded, she knows that already.  

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o l i v i a ,

“are  you  sure?”  her  eyebrows  raise  in  true  olivia  fashion  -  a  challenge,  because  she’s  never  been  one  to  listen  to  anyone  besides  herself.  it’s  in  her  nature  to  be  her  and  her  alone.  although,  monroe  ….  "somehow  i  think  you’re  saying  that  just  to  shut  me  up.“  the  chances  of  him  actively  admitting  that  were  slim  —-  but  he  was  high,  so  that  did  up  the  chances  a  bit.  her  eyes  roll  playfully  as  e  tugs  her  against  him,  olivia  knowing  better  than  to  refuse  it.  she’d  never  been  much  for  a  touchy-feely  kinda  person,  but  the  girl  can’t  help  but  feel  safe  and  comfortable  around  her  boyfriend.  it’s  a  far  cry  from  any  other  guys  she’d  been  with,  no  matter  how  long  the  relationship  period  was.  "i  think  she  might  reconsider  that  if  she  knew  i  help  you  indulge  in  your  little  smoking  habit  here.”  it’s  not  like  olivia  doesn’t  do  WORSE,  but  his  aunt  doesn’t  need  to  know  that.  in  fact,  she’d  like  to  keep  it  on  the  dl  for  as  long  as  possible.  forever  would  be  perfect.  she  squeezes  his  hand,  hoping  to  bring  a  bit  of  comfort  —-  as  much  as  she’d  love  to  know  his  opinion  on  everything  going  on  with  his  family,  she’s  not  going  to  take  advantage  of  the  fact  that  he  was  high  and  visibly  more  openly  honest  about  everything.  the  thought  made  her  stomach  churn.  is  it  even  any  of  her  business  in  the  first  place?  "oh  please,“  she  pushes  away  a  bit,  pout  returning  to  her  face  at  his  comment  -  it’s  not  bad,  but  she  also  dresses  for  whatever  she’s  feeling  that  day.  her  family  can’t  know  anything  is  different,  nor  can  she  dress  like  it.  "stop  being  a  perv  in  public,  weirdo.”  she  flicks  his  shoulder  -  nothing  that’ll  hurt,  even  if  it  is  the  slightest  bit  of  retaliation.  "yeah,  yeah  –  i’ll  stay  the  night.  my  dads  might  be  home  but  i  doubt  they’ll  say  anything.“

he  laughs.  she’s  even  cute  when  she’s  hesitant  on  believing  him.  he  didn’t  know  how  he  ended  up  so  drunk  in  love  with  olivia,  but  after  his  parents  died,  she  was  the  only  thing  that  made  him  feel  like  he  was  still  breathing  and  for  that  he  thinks  he’ll  forever  have  some  kind  of  ties  with  her  in  life,  even  if  they  break  up  and  stay  best  friends  for  eighty  years,  he  knows  their  relationship  will  never  truly  be  done.  “no,  i’m  sayin’  it  because  i  mean  it  babe.”  emphasis  on  babe.  he  wants  her  to  truly  trust  him,  he  smiles  warmly.  “for  real,  believe  me,  i  know  what  i’m  talking  about.”  he  throws  in  a  wink  for  laughs.  the  rest  of  any  anxiety  or  discomfort  he  was  once  feeling  has  completely  disappeared  now  that  she’s  given  in  to  his  tug  of  war  of  her  waist.  he  wraps  his  arms  completely  and  comfortably  around  her,  his  head  buried  in  her  shoulder.  “well,  she  caught  me  earlier  so  i  kinda  already  snitched  on  myself.”  he  shrugs.  it  didn’t  go  as  horrible  as  he  thought  it  would  have,  it  was  more  awkward  than  anything  if  he  were  being  honest.  “so,  see?  nothing  to  worry  about,  she  thinks  i’m  a  pothead  on  my  own  time,  she  has  no  choice  but  to  think  you’re  an  angel.”  a  goofy  smile.  “which  you  totally  are.”  he  adds,  just  in  case.  monroe  flinches  at  her  flick.  “hey,  ow.”  he’s  totally  being  dramatic  for  the  heck  of  it,  to  bother  her.  “say  sorry  you  ass.”  he’s  pouting  now,  much  like  she  was  a  few  moments  ago.  oh  how  the  roles  have  reversed  now.  “m’not  a  perv,  i  just  think  my  girlfriend  looks  really,  really  cute  in  a  skirt.”  he  shrugs,  kissing  the  skin  that  lines  her  collarbone  while  his  head  still  rests  snug  in  her  shoulder.  “cool,  let’s  go  now  then,  before  either  of  our  rents’  are  home.”  technically  he  has  an  aunt  now,  but,  whatever,  she  got  what  he  meant.

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e l v i r a ,

elvira shook her head as she put the case back in her purse. “no. complications of a disease. i get a lot of pain in my bones. you ever felt a bone hurt? painful shit. i didn’t even know bones could hurt until it happened to me.”

bone  pain?  joshua  definitely  knew  about  bone  pain.  being  a  football  player  came  with  perks  but  the  cons  were  pretty  low,  some  which  included  physical  injuries.  “hell  yeah  i  know  bone  pain.”  he  shows  her  his  wrist.  “i  broke  my  wrist  playing  football  last  year,  it  totally  sucked.”  he  had  to  sit  out  of  the  championship  game  and  it  was  his  senior  year,  it  really  did  suck  ass.  that’s  why  he  hoped  going  to  a  good  college  meant  he  get  another  chance.  “broke  it  playing  football,  i’m  quarter  back.”

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c a t h e r i n e ,

    “i’d say a lot.” catherine was frustrated but not with monroe. she was trying her best to avoid her family situation, one that people called a tragedy and that left her with no outlet for her anger, her grief. “but anyway… isn’t there somewhere you’re supposed to be?”

monroe  is  silent.  he  doesn’t  dare  argue  with  the  woman.  something  about  mrs.  miller  has  always  scared  him  straight.  “uh...like,  where?”  he  looks  around  a  little  startled.  is  there  somewhere  he’s  supposed  to  be?

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e l v i r a ,

“it’s stupid. if they can make a plan illegal, they might as well make flowers illegal too. you know people have actually tried to smoke that shit? dumbasses,” she said, finally pulling out a plastic case and pulling a joint out of it. “i mostly smoke for pain these days, but it used to just be for fun. and cause i could. want one? i’ve got an entire stash at home,” she said, holding the case out to him.

monroe  must  be  dreaming.  his  mahogany  hues  eye  the  case,    perfectly  rolled  joints  lined  up  in  a  row.  he  quickly  slid  one  from  the  middle,  out  of  the  case  and  right  into  the  palm  of  his  hands.  he  smiles,  he  didn’t  want  her  to  randomly  change  her  mind.  “yo,  thanks.  you’re  like,  cool  as  shit.”  stop  blushing  monroe,  olivia  would  kill  you  for  just  feeling  this  giddy  around  another  girl.  “but  uh,  pain?  you  have  an  injury  or  something?”

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i s l a ,

isla had a feeling he’d go with that approach. “ hm, cute. except for the fact that i did hear you. ” though what exactly was she supposed to do in this situation? perhaps, channel her father and tread sensitively— he certainly had to while she was growing up. “ may i ask why you’ve been smoking? ”

“okay  let’s  not  get  carried  away  here.”  monroe  is  on  the  defense  now.  he  hadn’t  thought  far  ahead  to  the  point  of  coming  up  with  a  plan  in  the  event  his  aunt  ever  caught  him  or  found  out  about  his  expensive  little  habit.  “look,  it’s  like....legal,  so  what’s  the  big  deal?”  he  actually  thinks  this  is  a  logical  question.

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o l i v i a ,

as  adorably  honest  monroe  was  when  he  was  high,  she  wasn’t  so  sure  this  was  normal.  or  maybe,  she  was  too  stoned  to  notice  things  like  this  –  it  was  different  being  the  sober  one.  "you  think  so?“  she  goes  along  with  it  -  mostly  because  she’s  curious  about  what  else  he’ll  say.  "guess  i’ll  have  to  be  a  brat  more  often.  my  parents  won’t  like  it,  but,  whatever.”  his  aunt  truly  is  nice  —  but  olivia  doesn’t  want  to  make  anymore  problems  in  their  family  by  sticking  around  when  she  wasn’t  wanted.  it’d  be  one  thing  to  stick  around,  it’d  be  another  to  cause  an  uproar.  "yeah,  she’s  very  nice.  though  i’m  not  sure  how  much  she’d  appreciate  me  intruding  on  family  dinners.“  she’s  forgotten  some  families  weren’t  like  hers  –  weren’t  trying  to  fix  themselves  from  the  outside  in.  "i  don’t  mind  sneaking  in  -  but  i  wouldn’t  worn  somethin’  different  had  i  known  i  was  gonna.”  it’s  not  an  argument,  mostly  just  a  self  reminder  for  next  time  -  something  she  probably  should’ve  known  by  now,  but  oh  well.  "when  we  get  to  your  house  we’ll  get  you  some  water,  yeah?  then  we  can  chill.“

monroe  gives  her  a  nervous  smile.  “hold  on  now,  i  didn’t  say  you  needed  to  be  a  brat  more  often.”  he  pauses,  he’s  trying  to  tread  lightly.  god  knows  he  doesn’t  need  an  argument  between  them  to  start.  “you’re  the  perfect  amount  of  brat  just  how  you  are  now,  no  need  to  fix  what  ain’t  broke.”  a  wink.  he  grabs  for  her  waist,  urging  her  to  let  him  wrap  his  arms  around  her.  “intruding?  don’t  be  a  drama  queen.”  yeah  right,  was  that  possible?  “she’s  gunna  LOVE  you,  i  swear  by  it,  i  mean  look  at  you,  you’re  adorable,  there’s  no  way  she  won’t  invite  you  to  dinner.”  he  creeps  his  fingers  in  between  her  own,  holding  hands,  it’s  comforting,  he  can  feel  some  of  his  anxiety  from  the  school  day  starting  to  dissolve  the  longer  he’s  in  her  presence.  all  is  right  in  the  world  when  they’re  together,  he  wonders  how  he’s  so  lucky.  all  his  friends  from  the  football  team  complain  about  how  awful  their  relationships  were,  they  were  always  arguing.  it  felt  weird  having  the  healthiest  relationship  among  their  peer  group  but  hey,  who  was  he  to  complain?  “worn  something  different?”  his  deep  hues  scan  her  outfit  of  the  day.  “what’s  wrong  with  what  you  got  on?”  a  smirk.  he  can’t  help  it,  he’s  a  teenage  boy  for  crying  out  loud.  “okay,  yeah,  sounds  good.  you  gunna  stay  the  night  or  what?  if  so,  we  gotta  pack  you  a  bag.”

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OLIVIA !

“i  gotta  be  a  brat  –  it  keeps  things  interesting.”  though  not  overly,  otherwise  that’s  just  a  buzzkill.  "but  do  you,  though?“  olivia  teases,  knowing  full  well  he  always  delivers  on  things  like  this.  the  pout  stays  —  at  least  until  he  kisses  her  cheek.  "you’re  always  on  the  ball  with  this  kinda  stuff  -  i  swear.  this  is  why  you’re  the  smart  one.”  she  pauses  when  he  mentions  his  aunt.  "y'promise  she  won’t  kill  me  if  she  comes  home  early?  i  don’t  feel  like  escaping  out  your  window  in  this  skirt.“  they’re  both  ADULTS  –  but  still.

her  words  linger  with  him  for  a  moment  before  he  cracks  a  smile.  “very  true.  don’t  remember  me  telling  you  this  but,  i  think  it’s  kind  of  cute.”  monroe  was  stoned.  it  was  obvious  at  this  point.  “y’know,  you  actin’  like  a  brat.  that’s..that’s  what  i’m  sayin’  is  cute.”  duh.  she’s  not  an  idiot  you  dumbass.  he  wants  to  kick  himself,  why  does  she  still  make  him  so  nervous?  “nah,  i  swear  by  it.  she’s  cool,  she’ll  just  be  like  hey  and  stuff.  probably  ask  if  you  wanna  stay  for  dinner.”  he  shrugs.  “i  just  like  sneaking  you  because  then  you  can  stay  the  night  if  you  want,  because  if  she  never  knows  you’re  there,  then  you  never  have  to  leave.”  it  was  perfect  logic  to  his  intoxicated  brain.

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ELVIRA !

“i’m also my own muse,” she said. “i’m also glad it’s not illegal here otherwise my ass would be getting in trouble,” elvira said as she opened her purse and looked through it for a few seconds.

he laughs. before he started smoking, he was a hot head. always getting in trouble for fighting at school. since then, he’s calmed down a lot more. at least that’s what his teachers and his mom keep tellin’ him. “right? it’s a miracle plant, i dunno why it was ever ilegal in the first place.”

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elvira .

“that would really fucking suck. getting high is my favorite part of the day.”

“honestly same.” he smiles. “this is why you’re my muse.” he’s high. too high. 

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olivia .

“did  you  smoke  without  me?”  she  pouts  –  there’s  no  heat  in  her  words,  though.  "that’s  not  fair.“

he can’t help but smile when she pouts. “what a brat.” monroe teases his girlfriend, all in good sport, he tells himself. “oh stop that, you know i saved the best for last.” he gives her cheek a quick kiss. “i’ve got something rolled for us in the house, my aunt’s not home so we can smoke in my room. i’ve got this spray that works like a charm every time. it’s amazing.”

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ethan .

“and most people think that you die from drugs, not in their absence.” he responded sarcastically, jokingly. “i feel that though. the uk must suck.”

monroe is currently stoned so, the joke goes over his head. it takes a while for it to finally click but when it does he laughs. “wait what? dude the uk doesn’t have legal weed? how sad.”