#juke wip

[waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter]

So for six sentence saturday of jukebox week, here’s six sentences of Maybe Time Will Not Erase Me, a short fic (series?) coming soon.

Summary:

What would you do if you woke up one morning, and everyone you’d ever known, every person you’d ever introduced yourself to, everyone you’d spoken a word to in your entire life... had managed to forget you. No, seriously. What would you do?

Six sentences:

The Orpheum.

Luke sucked into the alley next to it, flattening himself against the wall to catch his breath once he’d rested his guitar next to him.

And then he heard her.

“Screw you, universe! Signs? What a load of bullshit.”

[sunjaesol]

hi ophelia kjsdfksd uhm for the word: "butterfly", "stop", or "yes"? finger crossed for one haha <3

Thanks <3

- It wasn’t like she still played with Bratz dolls and chalked butterflies on the walls.

- It didn’t stop him from leaning his head against his locker though, eyes closed and massaging his temples.     

- He said yes to get him off his back.

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[sunjaesol]

Julie

Unlike Nick, he did know Julie Molina quite well.

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[sunjaesol]

Hi! for the juke word thing 'smile' and/or 'love' please 🥺

- When the boys smiled at him, as if to say thanks and goodbye, Carlos trailed.

-  Luke was no expert in love songs, but even he knew it wasn’t supposed to look like that. 

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[sunjaesol]

You know, for someone who said she’s gonna take a break from writing, you’ve been spitting out work left and right 🤧 Not that im complaining tho! I’m glad that you’re feeling good to write, and i’m loving EVERYTHING you’ve been releasing. For the word thing- life, best friend, Reggie (either one is fine!)

bRO IM TRYING to stop writing but i just cant stop and i fucking hate it. i love what im doing but i equally hate it so much but........ here we are. i wish i were a writer subsidised by my italian mecenas while i lounge around my sicilian country home. anyway:

- Is this how rich people thought life worked?

-  They weren’t friends anymore.

-  When he told the boys their plan, they bursted out in laughter, Reggie nearly teetering to the ground.

this is the last one!

[sunjaesol]

Ghost

there’s nothing!

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