#didntthrow

[didntcatch-blog]

“Do you have the stuff?”

                                                 “     of  course     .     “     bag  is  heaved  up  and  dropped  unceremoniously  on  the  tabletop  between  them     ,     followed  quickly  by  a  satisfied  sigh     .     smile  lights  up  her  face     ,     she  unzips  the  bag  and  holds  it  open  so  that  j.d.  might  take  a  look  inside     .     “     did  you  doubt  me     ?     “

[didntcatch-blog]

"I did a bad thing."

                                                 “     bad  like  losing  the  little  league     ?     or . . .   bad  like  . . .   you  blew  all  our  money  on  a  life  time  supply  of  slurpees  and  i’m  going  to  have  brain  freeze  for  the  next  fifteen  years     .     “     not  bad  off  the  top  of  her  head     -     smug  laugh  escapes     ,     followed  by  a  semi  embarrassing  snort     ,     and  she  turns  about  to  look  at  j.d.     ,     stood  in  the  doorway     .     something  is  wrong      ,     she  thinks     ,     his  shoulders  are  sloping  and  his  head  is  down     .     this  was  serious     .     “  j.d.  “     a  pause     ,     she  whets  her  lips     ,     voice  suddenly  serious     .     “     is  . . .  everything  okay     ?     “

[littlcgoldbird]

@didntthrow || sc

    “So you’re, like, always transferring schools or something? Because you     obviously don’t care if the popular kids hate you. Do you already have plans     to go somewhere else or something? Also, did they land ANY hits? That’s     ridiculous.”

[didntcatch-blog]

@didntthrow​  wanted  Veronica     !

                                                  “     you  know     ,     i     still     don’t  get  why  you  like  these  so  much     .     “                               words  follow  what  comes  across  as  a  thoughtful  slurp  of  her  boyfriend’s  favourite  frozen  beverage     ;     of  course  she  knows  why  he  likes  them     ,     but  not  why  he     likes     them     .     there’s  a  difference     .                               “     i  mean     ;     i  get  why  you     drink     them  but  . . .  why  slurpees     ?     this  cherry  doesn’t  even  taste  like  cherry     ,     it  tastes  like     . . .     capitalism     .     “                                        she  hopes  he  appreciates  her  attempt  at  humor     (     though  it  can’t  be  said  that  she  isn’t  entirely  serious     )     ,     object  of  their  conversation  is  held  casually  in  one  hand  as  weight  is  shifted  between  limbs     ,     jawline  tilted  so  she  might  better  gaze  upon  his  countenance     ,     bottom  lip  held  ‘twixt  slightly  too  large  incisors     .