OUTGOING TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 7:15 am ) : sorry i didnt sleep in the dorm last night. i was out late. i brought you some leftovers though and its at your desk. i hope things were okay last night?
OUTGOING TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 9: 43 am ) : did you attend class? only asking cos i didnt see you in your class earlier.
OUTGOING TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 10:13 am ) : do you ever realize how hard these classes actually are? i barely understand shit. i might need a tutor.
OUTGOING TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 10:13 am ) : be my tutor.
OUTGOING TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 12:09 pm ) : that sounds like a cheesy romantic line from a romcom movie. ares… be my tutor.
what was my muse’s 5 last unsent texts to yours?
DRAFTED TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 12:12 am ) : i hope you know that youre not the person that you think you are. its okay to struggle with your powers sometimes, that’s a part of our lives. youre okay.
DRAFTED TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 12:12 am ) : i dont really know what its like to have powers as powerful as yours but i know youre careful and you care about people and nothings going to make me think of you otherwise.
DRAFTED TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 12:13 am ) : it might not mean much to be getting these kind of messages from a kid who has supernatural reflexes but im your best friend and i think i have the right to say it.
DRAFTED TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 12:13 am ) : also, youre the only family i have left. you and ollie and lights, to be honest. my mom died when i was born, my brother died when he was only fifteen and my grandmother died a year ago.
DRAFTED TEXT TO ➵ aerosol mcriddle ( @ 1:20 am ) : im sorry if that was weird. i just thought you should know. i figured that you should.
what was my muse’s last snapchat to yours?
( x ) ; ares gets way too much of harley’s snapchats, it’s probably become way too irritating. his only excuse is the fact that the ares is his best friend. sometimes, he’ll send him selfies from random times of the day with some odd caption like, “potatoes arent real” or some shit like that just to mess with ares. he also sends him motivational shit… can u believe this…. what a nerd.
what my muse saved your number as?
AEROSOL MCRIDDLE ; only bc i feel like harley has made this joke about before. he tries to say that aerosol rhymes with ares but there’s nothing funnier than comparing ur best friend’s name to a propellant gas. it also apparently sounds like one of those breakfast things u can buy from mcdonald’s? so sometimes ares gets a bag of mcdee’s breakfast just cos.
what contact photo my muse has set for yours?
( x ) ; this is the gr8est photo of ares that harley has. i’d like to imagine that they went out for drinks once and this is what came out of it. as well as harley retelling the story of when he accidentally ran to 7/11 in his boxers in the middle of the night… and harley has never heard the last of it.
what ringtone my muse has set for yours?
ERASER — ED SHEERAN ; ya’lll…. did u ugys know ed released his new album ?? what the FUCk. anyways,, this is the first song that came when i played it on shuffle and the only reason why it’s harley’s ringtone is bc it’s… DEFINITELY the first ed sheeran song he’s heard before and his first thought was, “does ares listen to anything?” and recommended it… but also bc it kinda relates to him ??
how many times my muse has called yours this week?
two to four ; harley likes to keep his distance sometimes cos he knows how that’s really important esp for ares. but when he calls, most of them is just checking on him and if he’s doing alright. he literally just really cares about him?? sometimes, he’ll call bc he has a funny story to tell or that he has plans of sticking in his dorm for the whole weekend.
how many calls has my muse missed from yours?
one or two ; i figured that ares doesn’t call that much? but even if he does, it’s barely that harley misses his calls. even if it’s just meant to be like a short convo, he makes sure to keep talking and they just … talk about random things like best friends do?? #brotpgoals.
Catching stray students was what Mr. Ashbury should have been doing and for the most part, he was doing that. However, the events had grown to be tiring and roaming the deserted hallways became boring. He knew he should have remained in his station but he also knew that he needed a break. He took his keys from his pocket, unlocking the door to his classroom. It was empty and silent — just the way he liked it. He didn’t like the noise and burdens that came with the students. Sure, he enjoyed teaching and guiding them but at a certain paint he wanted to shake them by their shoulders and tell them to ‘shut the fuck up.’ That night was no exception and he found himself growing more and more aggravated. Maybe it was due to his upbringing and close encounters with death, but Noah just didn’t see why there was so much commotion. To top it off, rumors about Noah being the mastermind behind it all quickly spread and he became alienated. Students no longer felt safe with him and the term ‘murderer’ was now loosely being thrown around. With a huff, he plopped himself down in his chair and propped his legs up onto the desk. He went into his secret stash of whiskey and he poured himself a bit in one of those cheap plastic cups. Taking a deep breath and loosening his tie, he finally was able to relax. The turn of the doorknob broke him out of his meditation and Noah’s eyes slowly opened. “If you’re here to accuse me of murder, it’s already been done and to be quite honest, it’s getting old,” He muttered in the darkness.
