#awkwardrobxt

[pmcrriss-blog]

— awkwardrobxt     Johanna rises a brow at the familiar tone and harsh words coming from her friend, a teasing smirk playing on her lips immediately. “ You just have such a beautiful face for me not to stare, Parker “ she mused as she approached the other, handing her one of the two cups she was holding. “ Figured you’d feel as bad as I do, so I brought you some coffee. You are welcome, asshole “ she teased. “ What is all this talk about being a has-been? “

“Oh shut up and give me that coffee you god.” she laughs before shoving the rest of her food in her mouth and pocketing the wrapper. She took a few sips savoring the sweet caffeine, Jo was the hangover MVP today that was a truth. "But seriously thank-you for getting this asshole coffee.” Brow raising at the question, she looked down at her dog. “Lexi, you gossip. How dare you.” she said with an accusing tone she couldn’t help the laugh as she looked back up at her friend.”but I was just having a small existential crisis, probably brought on by poisoning myself last night.”

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[levvargas]

→awkwardrobxt     Two weeks. Johanna had been sitting outside of the place where the meetings were held in for two weeks, trying to bring herself to reach out and start getting help, alas, to no avail. She was never strong enough to come forward. That exact day she had decided to skip the meeting and occupy that time to figure stuff on her own with her own mind, so on the way of the meeting, she sat on a bench nearby, breathing in and out. It wasn’t until a voice caught her attention that the DJ looked up, immediately recognizing the person next to her, a sigh then escaped her lips. “ You can use it for sex or just friendship. I use it to troll people and laugh about whatever they say “ she replied with a small shrug, breathing in deeply as she looked down at her phone upon hearing his question. “ Like two hours, a little less, a little more. “

     He had seen the girl who startled him around—lurking outside of the meetings. He wasn’t entirely sure if she was someone like him, an addict, who was looking for help. That being said she could even be a worried relative seeing if their loved one was still going to group. He wasn’t about to make assumptions about the other and instead chuckled as she explained. “Troll people?” he asked mainly to himself feeling like an old man. He sent one more frustrated look at his phone before tucking it in his jacket. “Two hours huh? Either you really like the sound of waves or have something on your mind. I wont pry but I’ve been told I am a pretty decent listener.”

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