#fox-lennox

[stevie-adler]

closed with @fox-lennox​ the phoenix - 

   there is footstep after footstep of doc martin boots meeting against the graffiti and scribbled on stairs, carrying stevie up from the basement. she arrives on the main floor in time to see the door open and a beautiful head of hair entering.  ‘is that my fox?’ she smiles, stepping quicker.  ‘think you can give me a hand in the toilets? someone wrote a quote from picasso and you know, while i hate censorship, i hate picasso more.’ she says, pointing with her chin to the far corner. ‘bucket and a sponge out back, honey.’ her hands land with a friendly slap onto fox’s shoulders, spinning him around and guiding him to the back door.  ‘when are you gonna get your ass on stage next? make my eardrums bleed because all the girls are screaming about your magic fingers.’ it’s a taunt to bring an uncomfortable response from the guitarist and stevie is already laughing as she opens the back door with a harsh knock of her shoulder. ‘right now, those magic fingers need to get rid of a sexist man’s quote that the world adores just because he had a wiggly worm between his legs and painted things in dumbass squares.’

[jude-mendoza]

closed with @fox-lennox​ the phoenix - 

he’s listening, he really is. but after a pill or two, fox’s eyes get so much more...big and brown and jude’s jaw is hanging open with small twitches as he stares to his friend with blown pupils. nobody notices right? everybody’s high at the phoenix, it’s like...normal. he’s normal. half way through fox’s story-telling, jude’s hand slowly raises and he flattens his palm against the smooth skin of his friend’s cheek. wow. so soft. ‘really are a fox.’ he smiles, laughing slowly before he clears his throat. ‘what happened then? like...what was it? did you actually join a gang?’ could he get free pills? ‘or club or whatever, what was it called? and finn did this? you always said you wanted to join a book club that did audio-books because you can’t read. this seems the same but with extra steps.’

[jude-mendoza]

closed starter, @fox-lennox​ edison high school -

jude’s hands gently cradle the drumsticks, curating a small beat atop of fox’s knee that’s peeking out between the denim of his ripped jeans. it’s the only source of entertainment that will keep jude from the cabin fever that’s looming over everybody’s heads, even more so after the news of somebody dying. ‘do you think all small towns are like this? people just getting killed..but we only ever hear about the cities.’ he asks with a sense of nervousness in his voice, still tapping the drumsticks away against his friend’s skin while he glances through the school. ‘i think it’s all gonna get crazy.’ he adds, flourishing the beat by using fox’s head as a makeshift cymbal.