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33) things you said at the back of the theater - @waywerust

 ‘I know you hate sitting in the front’ he tells her as he leads her to the back. where it’s dark and he makes an inner joke about what people do in the back of movie theaters. he had gotten his first handjob in the back of a movie theater at 13 and he had thought that he was going to explode. but if he’s being honest he doesn’t remember the girls name and what sticks more with him it when they used to see movies together all the time. he remembers when he was 12 and he had tried to kiss her in the back. but she had been reaching for the candy box in his cup holder. he forgot it later on. this was the first time he thought about it since. so he laughs a little as he settles into his seat next to her.   ‘we should go to see that one’ when the trailer comes on and he notices that she laughs a little towards the end. and he remembers when they were a lot younger they used to do this a ll the time. go and watch a movie together, scrape together some spare change. their moms were off doing something, he couldn’t remember, O was in daycare until about 4. it didn’t matter which one it was. he thinks from the time he was about 10 up until she left town they had seen every movie that had come out. they hadn’t done it when she got back though. in fact when she got back they rarely saw each other even if they talked. and then he went to New York and she went to Baltimore. and they hadn’t seen each other in about 3 months. it’s not the longest it’s been. but it’s been long. but he’s not going to tell her the part where he’s missed her. or that he’s sort of been counting the days up until today.  ‘this movie’s kind of boring.’ he says and she agrees with a small nod of her head. but her eyes never leave the screen. she’s still going to take away details, she’s still going to have some sort of analysis about the characters and plot line or a line of what if or it could have been betters. it doesn’t really matter to him if the movie is boring though. it’s two hours and twenty minutes. and he’s almost glad for the time. afterwards he’s going to have to walk with her over the station and she’ll wave out from the window with a smile. and he won’t get on with her. it’ll be like all the times they part. and they’ll just go about again. and he’ll be happy to see her again.   ‘maybe we can stay until they start the next one.’ they used to do that, too. and it’s funny the things he’s reaching to catch onto. he feels stupid though, thinking that nothing’s changed. for one, they can afford the next movie if they wanted to. and she’s probably going to marry Elijah sometime soon or not so soon. but it’s down the road, that’s what the ring on her finger says. and he’s happy for her, he is. she deserves something good after everything she’s been through. but he can’t seem to get that feeling out of his chest, the one that repeats that she moved to Baltimore but told him no when he told her to come with him to New York. that she’s going to make a life for herself outside of him. maybe it’s not a fair feeling. he has his own life here in New York, he has Rebekah, he has college. but there’s always that spot left vacated for her whenever. the one he offered her. he wonders if it’d be the same if he stopped by Baltimore. he feels stupid thinking like that. and he’s glad she cuts off his line of thinking by pressing his arm, saying that they can break the law one more time together. 

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27) things you said on the phone at 4 am - @waywerust

 ‘I know you’re awake..’ and it’s met with a small laugh. it’s funny how near she sounds. but really he’s alone in his room and it’s dark. and it’s late. he knows it’s late. but it doesn’t really matter for either one of them. they hardly sleep. she says there’s too much to do. used to be his answer, too. but it’s faded into nothing to do. a lot’s changed. and he counts the changes with losses. she’s a few hours away. and it’s not the worst thing that’s happened in the past two years. but he’s kept that ‘loss’ fixated in his mind. he doesn’t think he’ll tell he misses her. because that seems like too much. she might get quiet. and it’s already quiet everywhere else.   ‘what’s it like out there?’ and he listens to her short explanation of lights and sound, of a world a lot bigger than they are. and for the first time in his life he doesn’t feel prepared for it. which is crazy when he thinks about it. he feels trapped suddenly, like an endless bubble that’s all swelled up inside and he almost says it but he doesn’t.   ‘you’re lucky. I hate this town.” but he can tell from the tone of her voice that she really isn’t. he knows her too well to honestly think that she’s lucky. there’s an edge of his voice that’s gotten a little sharper since she left. and there’s a part of him that wants to tell her that she should come back. or he could come up there. as if he could ever take care of her. the one thing he had was buried, nothing left, he remembers the smell of char. burning was the worst way to go. she says she’s lucky though. New York’s big.   ‘you should sleep.” but she doesn’t agree right away. and he wonders if she’s lingering the same as he is. looking at a blank space on his wall until he finally hears her agree. she tells him not to keep her awake again. and she laughs again. he hears a lighter note in her laugh and it settles something in him. he almost asks her to stay on a little longer. but he shakes the thought. she might think he was joking anyways. she’s been gone two years and she’s known him for nine and still sometimes she doesn’t know when he’s actually serious about things like that. or she’s avoiding that line. disinterested.   ‘talk to you later.’

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“It’s not that you’re wrong.” he says with a small shake of his head. No, he did not think that he could possibly consider her wrong in any of her actions. She acted and reacted flawlessly. In a manner that had taken him years to get down. He respected her ability yet he’s found himself constantly questioning her motivation. “It’s that you’re not convincing. I didn’t believe you.”

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We are diamonds, taking shape

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Wichy was shivering, like ice was gliding across her skin. Goosebumps were rising across her arms as she tapped her foot, waiting on her not so new friend to come back from where ever he was. Still, after being in one place for so long, Wichy had not adjusted to living in New York. 

Surprisingly, the fairy had become quite comfortable with her new domestic life. Caleb had taught her so much about living in such a short time. There were other tasty foods, besides cotton candy. TV was magical and showed her things while Caleb was busy working. Plus, she could see all of New York City from his roof. Why would anyone chose to go out in this weather was something she couldn’t understand.

Wichy rubbed her hands up and down her arms repeatedly. Glitter trailed down her arms from her touch. Sighing, in frustration, she clapped her hands together. A few dull colored feathers appeared, before being whisked away by the wind. Now what was it Caleb had said to never leave the house without?

She couldn’t remember the word, but it no longer mattered whatever it was he told her. Wichy could be in bed rewatching the One Direction documentary over again, safely tucked away in the covers until the snow passed.

But instead she was here, waiting for Caleb, who she was starting to think was never going to show.

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•°•, - waywerust

- Send me a •°•, and I will put my playlist on shuffle, and tell you our Muses -

@waywerust

•Hate song - next day apologies - dommin‘I'm tired of the next day apologiesI'm tired of the next day hypocrisyI'm sorry, I'm sorry, is all I hearThe next day I'm gonna disappearI'm tired of the next day apologies’•Angst song - come a little closer - dierks bentley‘Come a little closer, babyI feel like layin' you downOn a bed sweet surrenderWhere we can work it all outThere ain't nothin' that love can't fixGirl, it's right here at our fingertips‘•Love song - factory girl - the pretty reckless (?)‘I am a factory girl, won't you pardon me?See I can make my whole world in a backseatLost point, want a joint, show me how to treat a johnSomeone save me, save me from what I'm on‘•The first song they heard together - flight inside - red‘Enemy, familiar friendMy beginning and my end.Knowing truth, whispering liesAnd it hurts again.What I fear and what I've tried,Words I say and what I hide.’•Happy song - power and control - marina and the diamonds ‘Women and men we are the same,But love will always be a game,We give and take a little more,Eternal game of tug and war’

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"HONEY IM HOME"

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♚-waywerust...........?

He could hear the pen scratches on the paper. Back and forth, back and forth. He knew that Caleb was scribbling. That’s what he had taken to calling it when Caleb couldn’t come up with anything to draw. Scribbling. He was at the table that he had just set up a few weeks ago. It was an old one that he had refinished. Always something to do, something to work on. Distraction.  Making lure was another distraction. Only he never went fishing anymore.

The force work was daunting. Sometimes he talked about the arrests he made, things in passing. But he didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t like discussing work in the confines of his house. He liked the feeling of separation.

So no one asked. Like no one asked why Caleb took to scribbling so hard. It was just the way that things worked. The way things played along. He preferred it that way.

But now the scribbling had stopped and so had Will. It was silent. Always so damned silent. Not that Will minded the silence. Only the silence felt thick and dark. He stood up and moved away from the table.

He walked on over to Caleb. He was resting his head on folded arms, staring at the lines that were etched in fine dark lines on the blank white paper. Just staring. Not scribbling. He reached over and placed his hand in his hair, ruffling it a bit. It caused Caleb to lift his head and give him something of an annoyed look.

"Start scribbling again. I need the noise."

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♛-waywerust

♛:Sharing a dessert waywerust

Caleb was sitting at bar of the kitchen on the stool. The stools had been Becca’s favorite. She liked to climb up onto them and spin the seat. She fell off once but she never cried when she fell. She dusted herself off and said that she was okay. She always knew how to get back up again.

He moved to sit down in the stool next to Caleb just as Becca came around to them. She handed them the plate and Caleb set it on the counter before lifting her up beside it. She started to unwrap it as she explained in that same jumbled up excited talk what it was. She was laughing and he could tell by the way she toyed with the plastic that she was actually a little nervous.

On the plate was something chocolate. He didn’t know what it was or what it was supposed to be. She called it a cake though. So he figured he’d be referring to it as that. She broke a piece off for each of them.

"Say you love it okay?" she said, her small voice trying to demand. Only it was too small, like she was. Small. And there was a selfish wish that she’d always be that way. Small and innocent with jumbled speeches, presenting ‘chocolate cake’ to them.