“How do someone stop being sick as fast as they get sick? Asking for a friend.”
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“How do someone stop being sick as fast as they get sick? Asking for a friend.”
“I’m about to go to Echo Coffee, want to come?”
{ @nicodenton. }
–– Charlie breathed heavily, staring at the ceiling as she stood leaning on the bathroom wall. She wasn’t ready to look at the results. She didn’t even know what she wanted them to be. The girl has been feeling sick throughout this whole week and Nico happened to notice it all. He suggested a possible reason and Charlie didn’t want to believe it, but he wanted her to make sure. Charlie finally got enough courage to look down at the sink where the multiple tests were and her brown eyes widened at the sight. She instantly grabbed the handle of the door and opened it only to face her husband, her whole body was shaking. “They’re all positive.. I-I’m pregnant...”
Tal was in the dance studio, trying out new dance moves to ‘YOUTH’ as she sung along.
“I never wanted to leave Japan.” She sighed.
@cassiopexa
Clyde wanted to stay away from everything again, and the only place he thought about going to was the only place no one went to beside him; the abandoned part of the town behind Rollerama. But just a minute after he walked into the familiar place, he spotted the familiar shock of red hair, hunched over a notebook. “What’re you doing here?” He asked Cassiopeia.
“The next person that comes up to me and ask about Liam Morgan, I will scream in their face.”
Clyde walked out of a store, hands deeply stuffed in his pockets; he was already feeling the guilt he usually felt creep through him. He walked as far away from the small shop as he could. For some reason, he got the urge to steal something again earlier. It happened to be a shirt this time. A fucking shirt. He just risked getting caught for something he did on a daily basis for a damned shirt. Clyde threw the material in a trash can and left after making sure no one saw him in the empty street. But just when he was about to turn a corner, a person happened to pass by him and his feet decided to fail him at this moment; Clyde was always afraid that someone might’ve seen him, so he couldn’t help but stop and stare at the person.