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@bobrosstm cont from x

[txt: Lexi] you always seem kinda : / when I’m around... idk [txt: Lexi] im a lot more use to :) [txt: Lexi] but like we can both be around right?

[txt: Lexi] i can tell you wanna be

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👻 (for lexi)

make a snapchat edit meme ( accepting ) + @bobrosstm // lexi

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…drunk. (From Lexi to Rue)

numbers & a kiss meme + @bobrosstm // lexi

This party isn’t the way that she thinks it’s going to be - being sober lets the edge prick, too close, the absurdity of the flickering lights and the sticky floors, when there wasn’t a forgiving haze of alcohol to blur out all of the imperfections. And Jules, fucking, JULES ON THE FLOOR, pointing fingers and swaying, a drenched Juliette without her Romeo though, on the inside Rue knows that, she isn’t the kind of Romeo that that slice of serendipity on the floor wants. No, she doesn’t even know if they’re together, too afraid to ask, too worried about the way that the other girl will all but hiccup with laughter before telling her that she was silly... and that was it. Without an answer, stranded, hopeless, but needing her more than anything, terrified of the possibility of her disappearing without a word.

At least there’s Lexi, walking alongside of her, her poofy afro-headed costume easy to pinpoint in the dark, the two of them swaying. Sobriety wears poorly on Rue’s shoulder, but Lexi, well, she’s gotten her hands on somebody’s bottle of tequila. Maybe it’s to deal with the fact that she’s been here tonight with her, that weighted guilt (I’m a burden - she whispers, when more vulnerably cast) of knowing that she might be next to bear the FULL THROATED FORCE of neediness that she cast all about her, how, she’s doing the most, and yet none of it’s really enough to keep her afloat. When did living become so hard, and, why was it that Lexi always seemed to know how to live through it all, without worry?

They hold hands while they walk, like when they did when they were kids and they had to band up then when walking home to make sure everybody knew not to mess with each other. Because while Lexi had beautiful Cassie, she also had beautiful Cassie lingering over her, how Rue had already had that reputation of sickness, after that time she’d collapsed on the floor in a fit of paranoia, and anxiety. But this time as their arms sway, Rue feels dread within her stomach, acid in her lungs, but when she turns to look at Lexi to start in - a needed you don’t have to be here with me, I’m sorry I ruined the party - the bottle’s clinking to the cement, smashed. And there’s an uncharacteristic determination in the other’s features when suddenly she leans in to kiss her full. And it all clicks, like, this isn’t practice in her bedroom anymore, and in her despair, and loneliness, it’s so much easier to forget Jules, just for a selfish second, as her hands grasp Lexi closer to taste what being loved might be like.

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bobrosstm replied to your post: Catch me out here crying over the fact Lexi...

It’s either Cassie’s sister or Rue’s friend and never just lexi and I hurt myself

Noooooooo T_T Lexi you’re so valid!!! 

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bobrosstm replied to your post: I feel pretty confident that Ethan casually...

I mean he did show up in the gravatron like super hyped and excited

he thinks it’s a date?!?! my poor child T_T