#btdmain

[brian-kalum-sherman]

[ he had been standing outside for nearly twenty minutes now, his hand lingering by the door. it had been one of those days for brian, where that anxious feeling came crawling back, as if it had lodged itself in his chest and was tearing its way up his throat. he wasn’t sure who he should go to, considering he wasn’t sure who would be the least burdened by his presence. his shaking hands had reached for his phone, typing out a short message before deleting it. 

instead, he decided to get out of his room, breathless as he made his was to the nearest room of a familiar face. while he tried to calm himself a little before knocking, he had second thoughts about bothering her. which, led to where he was now.

with a sigh, he knocked lightly, waiting.] @angeloftheseas

[baileythevegetable]

[ normally, bailey wasn’t one to actively seek out help. in fact, he tended to let problems grow worse until either things ended or he was forced to get help. but yet here he was in front of harlem’s door, knocking tentatively. ]

[ he knew he should’ve changed the string on his guitar, but he was determined to get a song down on paper before he lost it. the string had been taut as of late, and bailey knew it was a sign he needed to restring the beloved guitar. so, when the string broke and smacked him across the face, he knew he deserved it. ]

[ clutching at the bleeding wound across his cheek and nose, he had made his way here, knowing harlem was a nurse. he had tried to stop the bleeding for twenty minutes, but it wa no use. despite the fact that there still seemed to be an awkward air between the two, he sucked it up. ] @ofsundrops

[rickyffs-blog]

( didn’t your parents ever tell you to not to climb too high? ) Quite the opposite actually. Ricky found that question insanely humorous, considering that he spent most of his life growing up high at the tops of them. Although he was unable to reach out to the top, he settled for a relatively high branch. Despite his want to spend all day inside the comfort of his room, he knew it was good to spend sometime outside. ( christopher constantly reminding him that at least one (1) hour outside was healthy ) He figured he had to make the most of it. ( nature sounds and a decent book he borrowed from christopher being his only company up there ) With his backpack hanging by his dangling foot, he slightly swung it side to side to get some means of motion. 

( T H U D , T H U D, THUD ) A mixture of surprise and embarrassment filled him as he heard his backpack hit branch after branch after branch; until finally hitting the ground. He considered leaving it there until a sound followed the fallen backpack. Stuffing the book in the back of his jeans carefully, he hurriedly rushed to the root of the issue. “I-i’m sorry.” He stammered out, taking a deep breath before picking up the patched up backpack. “D-did I.. Did it hurt you?” He asked, turning to face the other.  

[archerdoe]

❛    i don’t ... understand the point of april fool’s day. what’s the deal?     ❜

[avery-keys]

“I’m sorry the person you’re trying to talk to doesn’t care right now and was quite happy napping on this bench until you came along. Please return with sweets and Dr Pepper and try again later.”

[lucasxking]

Sitting lonely on a bench near the library, Lucas’ fingers plucked out something so soft it sounded shy; his posture was un-self conscious but the melody was something he’d only tinkered with in his room before; his open face was turned taut by a rare public display of concentrated focus. The instrument was a way to avoid studying for a test, but the air hung so serious, so heavy around him that he’d felt the need to crack the air open with something dusty and lilting and sweet ( he ignored the images it conjured of home. images of home held too many conflicting memories. this moment was meant to be made of light, of ease. this planet existed to ignore the plights of home ). Lucas hoped to catch someone smiling, or at least relieved, at the break in the somber air, but his gaze was so focused on the catches of his fingers --- absently, he wasn’t sure how he’d gauge reactions bent over the guitar as he was, books forgotten at his feet. 

[curiouschristopher]

[ christopher knew his short text may not have been the best thing to send in the situation, but he wasn’t sure what to say. he actually hadn’t been sure what he was expecting to hear from ricky, but it definitely was NOT that. setting his phone down, he made his way to the other boy’s room, knocking softly. after not getting a response, christopher let himself in, joining ricky on the bed. he wrapped his arms around the younger boy, squeezing tightly, as if that would help all of ricky’s broken pieces h e a l back together. ] @rickyffs

[curiouschristopher]

text ☎ ricky cheshireღ

christopher: so

christopher: your friend harley doesn't seem to like me

christopher: well, she said you guys aren't friends, which is another confusing thing on it's own really

christopher: but I was talking to her, and when I mentioned you she got angry at me and wouldn't tell me anything and kicked me out?

christopher: do you know why she doesn't like me? i don't like when people don't like me :(