bolton

Voices in my head, tell me they know best. Got me on the edge, they're pushin'.

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hamada-hero:

       [ 寛 ] Hiro stared at the other with a gaze of                 curiosity. In comparison to himself, he                  seemed like a jock or something, the                  kind that used to pester Hiro at school.                 But he seemed kind enough, especially                 if he was offering help.                                                         “Um, sure. I’m not exactly what you would                                                               call a strong person,” he laughed                                                                nervously. “This stuff is straining.”

            "I definitely don't mind. You               can call it me giving back to              the community. I've heard               that stuff looks good on college               applications."                                                     [ he moved over to the                                                       younger boy and then                                                       helped him lift what                                                       he needed ]                       "So.. a quantum energy generator.                         What's that do exactly?"

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gelidus:

{–-❅-–} ”Who’s starin? I’m just watchin’               you play. What’s wrong with that?”

       "This is a closed practice.          I don't even know how           you got in here, but it           might be best if you                                            l e a v e.                     My dad won't like this."

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jjparr:

        “Well, at least there’s that much.            My brother says I’m the            most distracted person he knows.            Aaaand he may be right.”

         "Hey man, it's totally cool.            There will be no judging here."

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shxrpay:

        [ sharpay feels no discomfort in talking to           troy casually like this; like they aren’t from           two completely different worlds. she didn’t           care if people talked — in fact, she more or           less encouraged it. people knew her name           because they talked. underclassmen looked           up to her in all her shining, blonde hair and           pink glitter microphone glory because word           got around.

                                    she was SHARPAY EVANS.                                                the p o p  d i v a.                                                 the ice queen. ]

        “Of course there is.         I’m not an idiot, Troy.”

                                     [ labels. that’s all they are. they do nothing                                        to actually describe her character. people                                        see what they want to see. she doubts any                                        of her classmates even remember a time                                        before her aspirations for stardom— when her                                        hair had been dark and she’d worn chapstick                                        instead of lipgloss. ]

        “I guess you’re just going to        have to get to know me better,”        she laughs, almost flirty. “I can’t        give away all my secrets.”

      "--then we'll do that.        As long as it doesn't        involve any singing.        Or dancing. Or being        something I'm not."                                                        [ because he was                                                           pretty sure she'd                                                          end up making him                                                          do one or all                                                           of those things ]

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noahduh:

a smile fights its way onto his slightly parted lips, hand tightening around the red cup in his possession.     he shouldn’t have let his cousin bring him along to this… thing. a party? a gathering? god, he doesn’t even know what it is!

           ”        i guess that means              that you’re just going to              have to get to know me              then, hmm?”

       "It looks that way, huh?"                                              [ to be honest, it was chad's                                                 idea to throw such a large                                                 party. kids from other schools                                                showed up as well as his own                                                and there were quite a few                                                 people that he wasn't familiar                                                with. clearly, getting to know                                                 them was the only option                                                for troy. ]                               "So, what do you like to do                                for fun? I mean, besides hanging                                out at parties."

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teensophiebelieves:

            “True. Very true. But your answer clashes with what I’ve heard about you. Not that I’m judging or anything, no.”

  "Yeah, well, my REPUTATION      isn't exactly all there is to me.     I'm a bit of a rebel on the weekends."

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wxndybird:

           “Sorry, can’t say I do.             I don’t really play any              sports. I usually just             stick to the journalism             club. I’ve seen you play              though. You’re phenomenal.”                                           { she takes his hand and shakes it,                                             a smile gracing her features. she had                                             heard so much about him. how could                                             she not? he was the talk of the whole                                             school. }                    “Nice to meet you, Troy.                     Perhaps, the walk would                     be better? Unless you’d                     like to see me fall on my                     face consistently than,                     by all means, let’s go                     shoot hoops.”

               "--phenomenal. Yeah, thanks.                    I try. I mean, I couldn't do                     any of it without my TEAM."                                                  [ her smile seemed to be                                                     contagious as it spread                                                    onto his own features ]                             "It's my pleasure, Wendy.                               While watching you fall                              on your face could be                               comedic, the walk sounds                              good to me."            [ he gave a shrug and then             nodded his head in the              direction that they were             gonna walk ; hands push-             ed into his pockets as he             kept his pace close to hers ]                                                "Soooo journalism, huh?"

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xbriarxrose:

"Then perhaps it is time to let go of your old life and begin to make new memories with new people to replace the nothingness you feel."

       "--but how? How do I do that? Where do I begin?"

[bobnorley]

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sidusxaureum:

          [ she’s bitten down on her lip and                  her brows are furrowed at the                  sound of an unfamiliar male                  voice. ]                                ❝Are you sure?❞            [ she waved back, relief more than              anything else evident in her features. ]                   ❝Do you often just listen to people sing?                     Thank you, but I believe the word you are                      looking for is excellent.❞ 

                       [ he gave a shrug in her direction ;                           though he sang a bit himself, he                          wouldn't go as far to call him                          a singer. Not like that, anyway. ]         "I guess it's a habit          I've yet to break."                                                         [ he smiled and then                                                           held out his hand to                                                           the girl ]                             "Well then, Miss Excellent Singer,                               I'm Troy Bolton. It's my honour."

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noahduh:

noah feels like he’s standing out, a little. i mean, he’s new and he most definitely doesn’t know anything about this city or the people who reside in it.

           ”it’s nice to meet you, i              suppose. i’m noah.                   is it that obvious that              i’m not from around              these parts? you              seemed to pick up on              it straight away.”

         "--no, it's not that.            It's just.. I pretty            much know everyone           at east high,            and I don't know                          YOU."                                                         [ there was a little grin,                                                         one that was meant                                                          to be comforting. was                                                         he coming off a little                                                         too         strong?       ]

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hamada-hero:

        [ 寛 ]”Uwa,” Hiro made a noise, slightly                 startled by the sudden voice. He                  almost dropped the large piece                 but caught it once more, turning                 slowly on his heel to catch sight                 of the source of the voice. “Oh,                 uh, just a… quantum energy                 generator,” he blinked.

          "I see."                                                      [ nope, he had no idea ]                    "--do you need any                     help? I mean, I make                     for pretty good labour.."

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xhoneylemon:

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                 “Thanks ! … oh, and you wouldn’t have                       happened to see a scrawny Japanese boy                        and a giant robot walking around, have you?

                                                   [ was she serious ? ]             "-- well, not that I've noticed..              and I'm pretty sure I would've              noticed something like that."

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WHAT TEAM

         "--read the shirt, dude!"

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ofoutcasts:

  “ At least you don’t have to suffer for                          two more years of it. “

        "--just one more year             and then I'm d o n e.                              But hey, you can do it.                                           I believe in you."

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jjparr:

         ”I— I don’t think I’d call it that.           But its a better adjective than           what I was envisioning.”         

        "--yeaaaah, maybe I wouldn't            go as far to call it that, but            still. It didn't look as bad            as you think."

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        "-- it doesn't matter anymore,             okay? Gabriella won't talk             to me, Chad's too busy to             hang out and the Wildcats             don't want anything to do             with me.                                             I've got nothing left."