#mchqmarley

[hclaringtonhq-blog]

texts 📲 huntarly

HUNTER: I honestly never thought I would be so ready to be back on a school schedule. Yet here I am, bored as all hell and wanting to be out of this house.

[elijahclearfield-blog]

direct message 📲 rosefield

ELI: I hope this isn't weird but a friend of mine said you were a good person to call a friend and talk to. I thought I'd say hi. I was going to at the party last night but you looked busy and I didn't want to intrude.

ELI: So...hi. I'm Eli. Sam was the one who said you were sweet/great/amazing (one of those..or maybe all of them).

[ryderlynnhq-blog]

texts 📩 ryley

Ryder: What if someone went on Chopped, looks all legit, gets started, then fills up their basket with stuff from the kitchen, and then just runs?

Ryder: Sorry, my mom left the TV on again and I didn't want to get up for the remote after baseball practice

Ryder: Finally took ice off my shoulder and my skin was bright red 😅

[ryderlynnhq-blog]

Where: The Motta Estate

When: Friday, August 10th, 11:59 pm

Who: Marley Rose @marley-rose

Warnings: Underage drinking mention

There was still a smile on his face as Ryder left the party. Knowing he’d have to drive, and not really a fan of how most drinks tasted, Ryder had only had a beer earlier on in the night. The effects were washed away with Coke and something called La Croix he found in Sugar’s fridge that tasted like bubbles and nothing else. As he was walking down the sidewalk, passing the line of cars, he spotted a familiar head of hair not far off. “Marley?” he called. In a few strides, he caught up to her and smiled brightly. Talk about fate. He looked to her bike and held up his keys as he looked back to her. “Do you want a ride? That could fit in my backseat pretty easily,” he offered. “Swear on spaghetti and meatballs I’m sober, too.”

[ryderlynnhq-blog]

Texts 📩  Ryley

Ryder: Hey, where are you sitting for the rally?

Ryder: And - do you remember the dance for todays song? I forgot it all over the summer