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she’s wearing beth’s beanie as she worries her lip and places her hand atop his, squeezing it gently.

            “are you okay?” she whispers softly to              her brother. she’s wearing makeup (a              new progression) and it’s not really all              that well done. but she’s trying to adapt              and change.

ever since...

          well....

                 they took her away from her.                       

the ouija game was a bust, and she knows that. she can tell from his face. “you’re not telling me something, joshie. what’s going on?” she asks him, her soft thumb running along the back of his hand, deep brown hues swimming with love and worry as they search for his.

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     ❝ sooo...  have you ever like, DONE IT with a guy? ❞

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*kissy symbol* (u choose)

Send a symbol and my muse must kiss them on that spot!

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❥ - nose

7:00am morning light peeks through parted curtains, shoulders rolling before something comparable to a yawn escapes cherry bitten lips.  fingers are quick to curl unto the silk of her sheets, eyes slowly blinking open before indolent gaze is taken to the figure adjacent to herself.

there is a smile that does FORM ‘cross the paper of her flesh, a warmth that no longer feels foreign, for the blossoming bubbles of absolute ease betwix her breasts have become all too inviting.  the day is new & young & she finds herself perhaps foolishly hopeful for it to truly start.

& so sam’s lips press to the point of his nose, barley there for a second before pulling ‘way.  the feeling of his arms wrapped ‘round her waist tight & reluctant to let go for the inevitable separation causes a mix of a sigh & chuckle to rise within her throat.

     ❝ morning sunshine. ❞ she sing songs teasingly. 

he groans in protest, she laughs in response.

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tell me

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

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If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ x ] Kiss or hug you back                       [ x ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ x ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute          [ x ] Adorable          [ x ] Attractive          [ x ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [ x ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Of no consequence          [ x ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [ x ] Annoying [ x ] Infuriating       [ x ] Pleasant company            [  ] Comforting [ x ]  Unable to be lived without                            [  ] Trustworthy

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I WANT THE K!!!

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

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21: Then there’s tongue

they probably shouldn’t be doing this, they probably shouldn’t be pressed against each other in a dimly lit room ( that was not their own ), garbage music buzzing along the walls, the smell of tobacco lining the air & the taste of booze dressing their lips- it all points to stereotypical high school troupe of shame, a night that shouldn’t be spoken of, best forgotten- 

teenage regrets. 

she didn’t want to be one of his, or vice versa.

but she couldn’t pull away, or rather, wouldn’t.

the tequila that curled over her tongue could only be the lethal concoction that josh had drunk but a few short hours ago, for he was all slurred sentences & fumbling palms that tried to find proper hold over her hips spelled out a dangerous nature of nervous hands & unsure thoughts.

was she coherent enough to pull away?  she isn’t sure, doesn’t really want to know the answer when it is her chest pressing to his own, when it is her palm cupping the back of his neck if only to pull him closer, deepen this….  whatever you could call it.

but she’s scared, not necessarily to be his high school regret.  

but to be his easy distraction.