#int. closed

[scggy]

status:   closed for @mattiehqs​

               there’s a dread that washes over him every year when the clock strikes midnight on his birthday,  yet a calmness that follows.    the dread appears with the urgent reminder that he’s getting older.  the calmness is close behind with the reminder that he’s made it another year.   and he was better now.   (  or perhaps that’s a lie he likes to tell himself  ).   a notable self-sabotager ;  he’ll build walls between him and his loved ones just when shit is getting good.   connor doesn’t know why,  he hasn’t gotten to that part yet.   he’s only at the guilt-ridden part of growth (again)   that leads him to standing outside of mattie’s door.  (again).

            he should have warned her he was coming  but it was too late as his knuckles had already thumped on the door of her apartment.   fully aware of the  NOW OR NEVER  opportunity,   he waits,  an exhale releasing the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.  / @mattiehqs​

[scggy]

                             closed for:  @jurriaan-knight​                             location:  the crashdown cafe.

                 “  i got a hypothetical for you,  a game if you will.  ”    POOR JURRIAAN,   in spite of soggy’s now   (   much more stable   )       environment,   he had clung to the older guys’ guidance like a leech and doesn’t plan on letting go. it’s why they’re currently sat face - to - face at the crashdown cafe;  half eaten food on his plate and a milkshake still filled to the top beside them.     “  there’s this girl who you really, really,   like,  you got like a long history with her and you used to love her -  full on nicholas sparks shit  -    but you messed it up,  right ?   whatever, years it was years ago,  shame on you,  but then there’s this other girl who you  kind of like for so many reasons but mostly you really like,  ”   this next word is whispered,  as if the two are 16 year olds in the back of the library,      “  you know,  sleeping with her.  ”      his head nods downward;   his eyebrows pushing upward as his tone goes back to normal.     “  what do you, jurriaan,  do in this situation  ?    and don’t say anything asinine like look inward.  ”

[scggy]

closed.   soggy & ezra.  

             there’s a wait for his order, one that feels brutal as more  and  more  people flood into the coffee shop,  taking up tables and standing way too close to him.  soggy is only able to alleviate the oncoming distress when he sees a  familiar blonde sitting at her own table, book in hand, alone.  while him and mattie often blur the line between just friends and   more than friends,    him  and ezra blur it between     friend of a friend     and   actual friends.  ezra is one of the many people soggy would have never had any contact with if it weren’t for his adolescent relationship with mattie, especially considering the two’s diffident traits.  introverted in their natural habitats.  perhaps that’s one of the reason he’s always felt an innate comfortability with her too, and as he approaches her with caution he realizes that things haven’t changed even now.      “  hey, ez,  do you mind if i just chill here while i wait  for my order ?   it would truly mean a  latte  to me if you say yes, i mean, i make killer coffee puns.    as you can see.  ”   / @ezrafms​

[dikaur]

closed.   adiya  &  mattie

         “  matilda !  ”     a loud huff of exasperation,  not even hiding the stress adiya feels boiling inside of her as she speaks to her newly found friend.   it’s not too clear how they got into this conversation, two girls who barely spoke in high school now gossiping about relationships from their   past  or their current, when it pertains to mattie.     “  you wanna know a quote i live by ?   (   let them hit it,  NEVER  let them split it. )     people who skate are NOTORIOUS for two things:  saying the word fuck in unnecessary sentences  and  breaking hearts.  ”   she breathes in deeply, regaining as much composure as she usually has.     “  three  things,  actually,  having shitty nicknames.  skaters are sluts, babe, everyone knows that.  ”      /  @mattiehqs​

[scggy]

        “  stop,  you gotta stop moving, it’ll mess me up.  ”    although his eyes are bright red,  there’s a euphoric feeling rushing through his body  -  his cheeks aching from smiling too much, sounds of giggles slipping through his lips,  a sensation only sativa could bring on to him.   “  ape,   i’m almost done.  ”    his fingers are holding a paintbrush tightly,  adding some final touches to the weed flower he had drawn on april’s cheek,  strokes of a wet brush grazing against her skin as he finishes detailing the plant with colors of the rainbow.       “  and, okay, there we go it’s,  ”    he leans back into the folding chair,  eyes squinting more so to block out the sun than to get a better look,  another laugh falling through.    “  it’s shit,  i’m sorry,  i thought it would be better.  ”    /  closed for @ohaprils​​ . 

[scggy]

to: @victoriaadsuar

where: idk halls of greystone complex ok

          victoria adsuar was a rumor in high school.  even when she was still in school, people always wondered about her.  soggy heard many things about her  when she up and left:   kidnapping,  death,   rehab  -    he never paid  attention to the grapevine at the time to consider it holding any truth.  they weren’t the best of friends,  he faintly remembers sneaking out of his backdoor with her when she slept on his couch to meet up with the group they hung around;  tip - toeing around the living room in the morning as to not wake her.   and conversation now was merely awkward neighborly pleasantries.  probably for the best.   they both have pasts they’d like to leave behind. but it’s also nice to see a familiar face every now and then.  one that also shared the homecooked meals and overbearing questions of his moms.    

           he’s just closing the door to his mailbox when he sees her,   a nod in her direction,   that friendly uncomfortable white person   smile he often does.    only this time,  for whatever reason, it gets followed by an actual greeting.      “  hey, victoria,  ”    he starts,  tucking a package with his name on it under his arm,     “  i just wanted to say,  i don’t know like all that’s going on between you two but  i don’t want you to feel any insecurity about archie and i.   we’re just friends.  ”       his words are all in fun,   the jest slipping through lips as he feigns a look of pity.     “  is our chemistry undeniable ?     sure.  do we swap spit whenever we share a bong ?     yeah.   but it’s nothing more than that, i don’t want you to get the wrong idea.  ”

[scggy]

               “  you know,  i never met an actual person who claimed to genuinely like billy ray cyrus’ music.  ”       it was an outburst of a statement between yawns   &    dad jokes, although plenty of what he says often is,  if only to start some conversation with heather.  having always found tranquility in just hearing her talk.   his hands are holding a vintage album titled    SOME GAVE ALL    with billy ray cyrus’ name attached to it.   the store is quiet,  for the most part,  besides the music playing above them.     “  we tolerated him,  right,    ‘cause he made that song with lil nas  &  because of miley but,  let’s be honest,  achy breaky heart was a shit song. ”   an opinion he formed without actually listening to the lyrics.   “  hey, there’s a conspiracy if you need one:  how the fuck did billy ray get so popular ?  illuminati ?  ”      /   @heathrstone​ .