#mckay | thread

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open to mutuals

mckay fans out her short blonde waves on the pillow beneath her head, staring up at the ceiling as she lets out a little sigh. abbey road is playing quietly on her crosley in the corner of the room and she turns her head softly toward the direction of the sound. “do you like this one or should i change it?” she asks the other, her eyebrows raising slightly as she inquires. 

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@marsfam | plotted

It wasn’t the first time Mckay had caught Oliver Woods in her garden. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly her garden, it was a community garden, but she ran it, and she was the only one to take care of it. Well, her and Oliver Woods. And again, to be fair, she hadn’t exactly been taking care of it herself lately, so chances were all the flowers would have been dead if Oliver hadn’t been tending to them, but still, she couldn’t believe the nerve of him. Anyway, he was supposed to be suspended for the rest of the day, a fact she knew because her brother just had been, and there was no way the principal would send home just one kid for getting into a fight when both were clearly at fault. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” she questioned, her voice coming out perhaps more harshly than it ever had in her life. She was generally a very gentle person, but considering this was the same kid who had punched her brother in the face earlier the same day, she wasn’t exactly feeling soft at this particular moment.  

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@hurtpeoplearelethal

Mckay packed up her bag quietly as everyone filtered out of the room where they held the evironmental club meetings. A few people stopped to say goodbye to her as they did so and normally she would have struck up a conversation with one of them and left the room with them, but today she was on somewhat of a mission. It had been a while since she’d gotten a moment alone with Crispin, partially because he seemed to spend every free moment between classes with Logan Brown these days, and partially because of Mckay’s own slight avoidance of the boy after hearing through some mutual friends that he and Logan were dating. She wanted to make sure she could at least pretend to be happy for him before trying to talk to him about it. She took a deep breath as the boy started to head toward the door himself and intercepted him midway. “Hey,” she said, in a warm, energetic tone. “Long time no talk,” she commented, hugging her bag to her chest as a comfort object.