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a lit cigarette hangs loosely between the cage of index and middle fingers. misaki props his elbow on his knee, rests his chin on the back of his hand and sighs. it’s a ghost of a sigh really, more smoke than sound. he watches people wander passed, one foot grounded next to his skateboard and the other rolling it slowly back and forth in front of the curb. it is amazing he managed to pull himself out of bed this morning, considering it is a Bad Day. it doesn’t feel like an accomplishment. pale eyes blink unseeingly at the color leeched backdrop of the city. he should have stayed in bed.
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THAT’S MY FAVORITE BACKSTEET SONG I JUST
IF I CHOSE A FAVOURITE YOU’D GET EVERY SINGLE SONG THEY’VE EVER MADE
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IF YOU HAVEN’T AT LEAST BELTED OUT EVERYBODY AT LEAST ONCE
TRUST ME, ALEX, I HAVE. TRUST ME. I WAS LIKE FIVE WHEN IT CAME OUT AND I COULD STILL BELT IT OUT THEN.
love you!
click. static silence.
for at least two minutes the wall across the room blurs while crisis takes precedence over blinking - and maybe breathing, considering the burning relief that floods his lungs - when he remembers himself. it is not a thing. she probably didn’t mean even it. just one of those slip of the tongue situations like when he accidentally called his teacher mum once. it takes him another five minutes to remember that he has things to do ( ie. feed koi and get his ass to quin’s house and put shoes on - preferably not in that order ). well, alright. he’s fine. everything is fine.
he takes a shot before he locks up the flat. the whole walk, he tells himself that chinese food and chill does not mean she loves you and tries not to stray into oncoming traffic. just because she said it, doesn’t mean she meant it like that. draco does everything possible, in his power, to ignore the small nagging sunspots in the back of his head that whisper about how he kind of hopes otherwise.
text message // 🌙 🌟
quin: can we not get into this right now
quin: i really want to hate you but it’s really fucking hard not to
quin: and i really have a hard time saying no to you
quin: also it really fucking sucks
quin: ( ten minutes later ) where are you????
dray: why do yo u ha te me ????V ?? i don 't want yoi to hate me
dray: m otel do wntwon greeee en sign
text message // ⚡ ♥
quin: are you sure bc ignoring my texts for five hours after i told you i had coffee with colby really kind of says the opposite???
quin: but ya’know i could be confused
draco: why the motherfuck would i care
draco: not like we're together
decidedly not looking at her is his new favourite thing. apparently.