#feat. libby

[romxnticss]

who: closed starter for @libbylogan​ what: im mac and i was wrong this is the mac wrong song where: mac and alice’s apartment 

Mac’s emotions had been all over the place since the moment they stepped into the CherryPlex- anger, fear, sadness. Eventually it had all faded into guilt, sitting at the pit of his stomach like he’d swallowed a rock. Not only was one of his best friends lying in a hospital bed, but so was Libby’s sister. Libby, the girl he’d been in love with since fifth grade who had eventually become one of his best friends, how he’d betrayed her so easily over and over again. 

It’s the guilt that had kept him rooted to his seat in the waiting room, long after most of their friends had begun to thin out. It’s what eventually pushed him over to Libby, insisting that she needed to get out of there and get cleaned up, get some rest. They’d come back first thing in the morning- or sooner if anything changed. The whole walk to his apartment is silent, though he tangles his fingers with hers without a second thought. When they’re finally inside his voice comes out in a whisper, the most serious he’s ever heard it, “I um- I’ll get the shower ready for you, alright? And while you’re in there I’ll grab some clean clothes and uh- set up a spot for you to sleep. Do you- do you need some water or anything?” 

[sxbrinalogan]

who: closed starter for @libbylogan​

what: sabrina is turning into glenda more everyday 

where: outside of the cherryplex

It wasn’t often that Sabrina Logan had her feathers ruffled, but hearing that her little sister had been missing all night after seeing the body of her sorority sister on stage? Well, that was enough to send her straight from zero to one-hundred. Sabrina is on a mission through the theater as she flips young blondes around like cards in a matching game, moving onto the next unsuspecting victim every time she doesn’t recognize a face. Finally, she picks the right blonde, only to drag her straight out the backdoor of the Cherryplex.

“Where the fuck have you been?” She shoves a rock against the door to keep it propped open before she moves them out of earshot, eyes blazing as she finally lets go of her sister. “You better get your story straight about where you were all night right now before the police get to you.” 

[romxnticss]

AIM: holymacandroll & libbyloud

holymacandroll: hey...

holymacandroll: i just wanted to say thanks for sticking up for me

[noellexdriscoll]

✶ + Liza

I saw how much Libby loved baking with her mother, so when she was little I bought her a baking playset. I told my sister that Liza would be working in the bakery someday. I'm so proud that she isn't just working there, she's the baker. She runs that place.

@thelizaxevans

[romxnticss]

who: closed starter for @libbylogan​ what: *max from sharkboy and lava girl vc* SHE RUINED MY DREAM JOURNAL! where: somewhere on campus idk you tell me

Everyone leaves. Everyone leaves. Everyone leaves. He can hear the words reverberating around his head with every beat of his heart, with every footstep hitting the sidewalk on his way through campus. He was taking Kitty and Frankie’s absences harder than he was willing to show, especially with the guilt of his then-impending breakup with Kitty weighing him down. It didn’t mean he cared about her less, it didn’t mean he didn’t want closure, it didn’t make the rejection of her leaving without so much as a goodbye sting any less. And Frankie? He always thought she’d at least offer to take him with her when she escaped Cherry. He thought he meant more to her than a shitty drum kit forgotten in Leo’s garage- just as beat up as he felt. 

He’s too wrapped up in his thoughts to pay much attention to his surroundings and soon enough he feels himself crashing against something, or rather somebody. Libby Logan. Just another person who had taken what they wanted from him and left. His romantic feelings are now directed elsewhere, they have been for some time now, but seeing her pinches his heart just the same. It reminds him of an empty bed and deafening silence, broken by the sound of all of her belongings spilling out of her backpack on impact. “Shit, sorry,” he reaches down to help her collect her things, but one in particular catches his eye. He knew that book, it was his. And it wasn’t any childhood relic that she’d claimed, but rather one of the many journals that he’d forgotten were stuffed in various places in his old bedroom. It looks dog-eared and well read, two qualities that he hadn’t remembered it possessing the last time he’d looked at it. Probably sometime in the middle of high school. 

The contents are what he remembers the best, feelings that he couldn’t seem to fit into songs pouring from him onto the pages. Questions that would always be left unanswered. Like why his mom had left, why his dad had never tried to find him, why Leo was wasting his life on some broken kid who didn’t belong. A (thankfully PG rated) description of his only romantic encounter with Lux, and the confusing feelings that followed soon after. And, of course, pages and pages about Libby herself, ranging from silly anecdotes to pining thoughts, wondering why he couldn’t seem to get her to just... see him. 

It’s embarrassment that fills him first, evident in the blood that had rushed to his face, frantic fingers scooping the book up before Libby could even try to deny it. The pages flip open and his own handwriting stares up at him. ‘Why does everyone always leave?’ A question he wasn’t sure he’d ever find the answer to. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, right?” 

[sxbrinalogan]

closed starter for @libbylogan​

Sabrina was tired of everything these days, but particularly she was tired of fighting with her sisters. Maybe the two of them were happy to be away from everything and anything that had the Logan name on it, but Sabrina wasn’t. Sure, she didn’t miss the restrictions that came with living inside of the house or the unbearable pressure that had been placed on her shoulders, but she missed her family. They’d always been her top priority, even Glenda, and she’d given everything to try and hold the five of them together. She’d failed. She was reminded of it every time she looked in the mirror, the traces of her sisters and mother that she saw in her own reflection, the expressions she made that had always warranted someone to exclaim “you look just like your dad when you make that face!”. 

She missed each and every one of them in a different way, she missed recognizing their footsteps on the stairs, long conversations with Lou, hell- she even missed Glenda’s terrible cooking sometimes. All of those things, no matter how horrible they’d sometimes been, had made her, her. And now she had no fucking clue who she was. 

So for the second time tonight she’s willing to raise the white flag first, slipping into the driver’s seat of Harvey’s car and peaking over at her sister. “I’m seriously tired of this whole, us not talking bullshit, so we need to figure it out. Here and now.” 

[sxbrinalogan]

closed starter for @libbylogan​

Leave it to Sabrina Logan to try and play the strong big sister role when her entire world was crumbling around her. Glenda was still being questioned by the time her and Libby were released and she’d managed to convince the police to let her drive her sister home. She’d assured everyone that she was “just fine, thank you” and that she would have no problem getting the two of them home safely. The drive was mostly quiet, the Logan sisters letting the events of the day sink in, until a song played over the radio that stirred up a feeling in Sabrina. 

“What happened to the wonderful adventures? The places I had planned for us to go? Well, some of that we did but most we didn't. And why, I just don't know.”

“God, I fucking hate Mom!” she choked out, wiping the tears from her eyes as though it would stop them, “How could she do this to me? How could she hide that from me?” 

[romxnticss]

closed starter for @libbylogan​

So maybe Mac wasn’t handling everything as well as he was pretending to. Just when he thought he’d went numb all of his feelings seemed to climb back up his throat, and just in time for lunch. Most days he’d hang out on campus during the lunch hour, but today all he wanted was a little bit of solace and maybe a few bites of the leftover cake Leo had surely stored in his freezer after Mac’s birthday. He’d stopped by the diner on the way there for two burgers, hoping the free lunch would coax his uncle into listening him go on and on about his woes for what was surely the hundredth time. What a shock it was to walk into his kitchen and find Libby Logan wearing his old Nirvana t-shirt and preparing a sandwich on his plastic Ninja Turtles plate.

“What the hell are you doing here?”