Sep 16, 2018
“I don’t understand why people get so hyped for Halloween this early. I get September and August are boring months but I don’t want to heart the monster mash blasting in target so soon.”
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“I don’t understand why people get so hyped for Halloween this early. I get September and August are boring months but I don’t want to heart the monster mash blasting in target so soon.”
Alonzo.
Rex.
Alonzo.
Rex.
Her mind was swimming as her feet bounced from the floor, side to side, rhythmically matching the sounds that escalated and crawled into her skin like a sickness. She knew she had to stop popping these...they were always too good. But whenever Rex offered...she couldn’t say no. He wasn’t even here with her...just dropped them off as if they didn’t have a magic string that was strung around their hearts, tied to each other. At least, that’s how Georgette saw it. Rex was one of those childhood friends...the boy she grew up loving. He was so damn similar to her, growing up the same way, receiving the same attention. It was no wonder they both hated and loved each other. They were one in the same. But as they got older, Rex began to grow colder...just as Alonzo had. It wasn’t too hard to see why she needed nights like these, ones where a simple pill could melt her obsessiveness away.
She didn’t mean to be so much. It was just the conditions, the circumstances, the lifestyle of being handed everything you want. When it came to uncontrollable, unattainable things...for instance, human emotion, Georgette could lose her mind. How was it, in this huge world of hers, the two people who she put on the highest pedestal would be so...indifferent when it came to her?
Her heart ached and pounded. She couldn’t feel her feet. She was buzzing on a high that only ignoring all your problems could deliver.
With a heavy heart, she wandered back to the bar, letting herself breathe finally. She ordered a cosmopolitan with extra umbrellas and tipped a twenty.
When the blonde looked at the person who was sitting closest to her, she grinned.
“Well look at the two of us. Just a couple of loners, huh?”
“Not trying to tell you how to live your life or anything,” Vitani drawled, taking a long sip from the cherry Coke in her hand, “but you might wanna be more aware of your surroundings. If someone was out for revenge, you wouldn’t see it coming until it was too late.”
“Bruno? Bruno!” Cindy wound the leash around her hand for the fifth time, then released it again. She had only unhooked Bruno from it for a second to detangle it after he took special interest to a lamp post. But then a loud noise set off his guard instincts and he took off running to investigate. Not the first time it had happened, and certainly wouldn’t be the last. “Come on, silly boy, where are you? It’s getting late!”
“I can’t believe that I can’t find a decent place to park without handing my first born son to a parking meter.”
“Good morning,” Eeyore piped up from where she sat alone, going completely unnoticed until her comment, “if it is a good morning, which I doubt.”
“There are way too many guys who take ‘fuck off, I’m gay’ as a challenge - but on the plus side, I’ve gotten a decent amount of free food and drinks just by sitting here, being cold and distant.”
even after gaining her freedom reagan insisted on not wearing shoes, no matter how often her friends would suggest she wear something on her feet. she just enjoys the feeling of the earth beneath her bare feet too much to cover them up. with gothel she never owned footwear because she wasn’t allowed to, gothel said there would be no point since she would never be venturing outside the house. socks were something she barely owned, she had a fluffy pair that she would use in the winter and an old pair that she converted into sock pockets one day to entertain herself. apparently gothel assumed if reagan had no footwear she wouldn’t be inclined to try to go outside. yet here she was, out of gothel’s grip and in monsanto walking along the sidewalk. however, she stopped abruptly when she felt something squishy beneath her foot. she pursed her lips and shut her eyes, “please, please tell me that is anything but poop i just stepped in.” although this wouldn’t be the first time something like this has happened.