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&&. @stillsmiiling​ cont. from this.

      ‘ You warm up your hands and wrist before you play. I don’t want to mess anything up. ‘ She’s a bit insulted, but she doesn’t like confrontation. ‘ I’m sorry. ‘

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@stillsmiiling​

“I want to run away.” The statement seems abrupt, but the thought has been bouncing around in Jamie’s head for weeks. His eyes are fixed on the radio between them. They’d been parked in a random store’s parking lot for at least an hour at this point. “I just mean - I don’t know actually.” He knew it was a fantasy, that she wouldn’t say yes and even if she did nothing would come of it. “I don’t want to be something you’re ashamed of anymore and I don’t think that will ever happen here.”

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&&. @stillsmiiling​

    ‘ it’s just a little hard to get into character. it’s a challenging role for me. i used to faint when i sung solos in front of crowds, and just doing out tonight with confidence is hard. i’m the book definition of good girl. ‘

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stillsmiiling is likin shit again. sup. 

“Come on--just like five more minutes cause I’m tired and shit.” Not to mention that he’d worked a few doubles over the past few days. Crime needed to a day off. Was that a thing? If it wasn’t, it really should be. “And i’m pretty sure you were tryin’ to kill me last night with all that shit from the book.”

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U KNOW I LOVE U PLS

IDK WHAT U MEAN I HAD NO IDEA U DIDNT SEND A CARRIER PIGEON TO TELL ME

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@stillsmiiling​ for that thing we discussed

J.D. wasn’t entirely sure why Cathy had begun hanging around him, or why he continued to let her. He supposed that everyone needed to let loose and do stupid shit, and for Cathy, being with him provided her with ample opportunities. Not that they were ‘with’ each other. Per se. They just snuck out together at night to do stupid, reckless things, like the teenagers they were.

It was past two in the morning, and they were hurdling down the empty street at fifty miles an hour in a thirty-five, hot air blowing through the open windows and making their hair tangle as they went. It was spring, nearly summer, the air humid and sticky. Sweat dripped down his face, though whether that was due to the time of year or because he and Cathy had just run like hell and jumped into his father’s car was anyone’s guess. He’d “borrowed it” for tonight’s excursion, which was to throw a rock in Betty Linetti’s window. J.D. barely knew Betty Linetti, but he didn’t like her -- and it wasn’t like he ever needed much excuse to throw a rock in someone’s window. He’d parked the car three blocks away, so they wouldn’t be spotted, but that meant that when Mr. Linetti came outside to see who’d just broken his window, he and Cathy had had quite a run to make it back to the car.

His breath was just getting back to normal, a grin still on his lips, as he said, “I’ll get you back to your place. Want me to drop you off a couple blocks away so the engine won’t wake up your parents?”

Even as he spoke, he began riving towards Cathy’s neighborhood, which was about five minutes away, and shut off the headlights so no one would see them.

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        “So what happened with you last night? I lost you after a while. Did you at least have fun?”

@stillsmiiling + because

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GIRL PLS. MY SWEET FLOWER.

AND THEN HE SMILES AND NOTHING ELSE MAKES SENSE