#eightiesphone

[eightiesweed]

@eightiesphone x 

    ↠ of course, he is a bit SHOCKED           to encounter her in such a state.           she has not so desperately pleaded           for him to stay by her. he fumbles           just slightly as she grips at his jacket.           they lock eyes for a moment that lingers,           until she launches into begging for him           to take her HOME.

    ↠ his hands fall to her waist, and rest           as if they belong there. his thumbs           feel as if they are the only thing ANCHORING           her to that spot. he takes a breath,           eyes darting between each and every           detail of her face.

   ↠ ❝ calm down, alright ?                i’m not gonna leave you.              where’re the keys, d’you               remember ? i got my license,              yeah, we’ll be fine, babe. ❞

    ↠ the nickname slips, and he is           quick to move on, glancing            around in hopes that she has           the keys on her, and has not            forgotten them anywhere.

[eightiesfood-blog]

@eightiesphone x

        OH, the irony. it’s never lost on him.

   ❝ it’s nothing. ❞

       it’s almost PITIFUL, the way he answers her; it’s through  a long sigh that he grants her those few words. why does he bother speaking ?

         he rubs the back of his neck, fingers brushing against loose and low ponytail. dead and tired eyes lower to the phone in her hands for a split second. he thinks to his own, cheap and paid for by his own work... he’d shattered the screen some time ago. hers is so PRISTINE and new. he knows the answer to his question, but he asks anyway: 

   ❝ who’re you texting ? ❞ 

[eightiesangel-blog1]

@eightiesphone x

✧･ﾟ:*  ❛ among other things ... ? ❜

✧✧✧ that confuses her , while her statement is true , she had only  been trying to be funny about it. what could she possible need to WORK on ... ?

✧･ﾟ:*  ❛ i mean , i guess so ?                ... thanks ? sorry ? ❜

✧✧✧ should she even be apologizing ? who knows. she checks her nails nervously , the polish just beginning to chip away. she knows amanda - at least , knows OF her - and she’s a bit worried the other girl already dislikes her.

[eightiesweed]

@eightiesphone x

      ❝ ouch, dude. really.            maybe i’d sleep better           at night if you didn’t           bully me. ❞

       he says this JOKINGLY while he fiddles with his own phone, one hand holding the pop socket stuck to the back and the other spinning the device around. he just about heaves a sigh when she suggests he sleep more.

     ❝ i TRY, but when my dad          makes me close up shop          and then i got those stupid          presentations to do, i can’t           sleep for shit. plus my mom’s          been skulking around, i          think she’s tryna catch me          smoking or something. ❞ 

[eightiesweed]

@richgirlclub x 

                  ↠  ❝ steve-schmeve. ❞

                 ↠  he watches her through                            SHADED eyes, chin rested                           on one fist half cradled in                            leather. her eyes meet his                           as if she knows j u s t where to                           to look through tinted plastic. a                           moment later he slides the glasses                           down his nose.        

                                                       wink ! 

                 ↠  ❝ c’mon, ‘manda, how could                                you choose him over ME ?                                you’d be happier on the beans                               express, you know it. ❞

[eightiesweed]

@eightiesphone x

     ↠ each nerve she brushes with            gentle fingers is set alight ! at             every touch. part of him is            MORTIFIED that he stands            before her in tears, the other            wants so badly fall into her. his            eye throbs to the beat of his heart.

     ↠ he TENSES when her hands            drop to his shoulders. chest            quakes as he draws in a d e e p            breath. when his glasses are             removed, his gaze is cast to the             side. he is ASHAMED of this            fresh bruise, more so than he is            of his tears. 

     ↠ ❝ ....yea. but i’m FINE. ❞

[eightiesweed]

@eightiesphone x

       sam SQUINTS at her for a brief moment, his story stopped while they lock eyes. though she’s joking, he leans back in his seat and waits for her gaze to find her phone again. he does not hide his own little smile.

    ❝ uh-huh. ANYWAY, like i         was saying, she comes         out and starts talking to mike.         some stupid shit about his life         choices. and here’s what the          point is: we can’t ever trust         psychics ever again. ❞

     ❝ i caught that bitch with          a PSYCHICS FOR DUMMIES          book under her fuckin’ table ! ❞

[eightiesweed]

❛ you fucking gimp boy. ❜ :3c

sugar pine 7 starters ! // @eightiesphone

    ❝ did you just … call me a         gimp boy .. ? what the fuck,        dude. ❞