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[thepunkrockyx-blog]

I miss everyone.

[lavender-lightning]

Thread checklist

ooc: A lot of my threads have become quite inactive lately and so it's time for a clean out. That way I can start some new ones because I really want to!

So I know I have active threads with:

wewillexhume (The Living Curse)

julieliveswithzombies (Introduction)

Uh, wow okay, less than I thought. The introduction threads that I've written keep fizzling out but I know that I'm still looking for some replies from lovely muns of basicallyhazelgrace, writingwallflower, nora-the-nurse and others. I also owe blue-the-zombie (I'm so sorry for the wait!)

I guess I shall now head off and update my threads page. Paper airplanes into the ask box if you'd like to do something. I'd like to ask many of you amazing followers but I'm too shy!

Get ready for a load of tags...

[thepunkrockyx-blog]

✘ & ☠

☠- Charlie, if you aren’t here for Sam tonight, I swear I will cut your fucking balls off. She needs you now more than ever. 

✘- I thought you were cool Charlie, turns out you are just some freshman who was too scared to tell me how you really felt.

(// These are really vicious. The 2nd one has to do with when you kissed Sam. The first one, I don’t even know.)

[oldpatrick-notnothing]

The Fight, as told by Charlie (Pg 149-151)

On Thursday, something really terrible happened.

I was sitting alone in the cafeteria, eating Salisbury steak, when I saw Patrick walk up to Brad, who was sitting with his football buddies, and I saw Brad ignore him like he did at the locker. And I saw Patrick get really upset, but Brad still ignored him. Then, I saw Patrick say something, and he looked pretty angry as he turned to walk away. Brad sat still for a second, then he turned around. And then I heard it. It was just loud enough for a few tables to hear. The thing that Brad yelled at Patrick.

“Faggot!”

Brad’s football buddies start laughing. A few tables got quiet as Patrick turned around. He was mad as hell. I’m not kidding. He stormed up to Brad’s table and said,

“What did you call me?”

God, he was mad. I’d never seen Patrick like that before.

Brad sat quiet for a second, but his buddies kept egging him on by pushing his shoulders. Brad looked up at Patrick and said softer and meaner than the last time,

“I called you a faggot.”

Brad’s buddies started laughing even harder. That is, until Patrick threw the first punch. It’s kind of eerie when a whole room gets quiet at once, and then the real noise starts.

The fight was hard. A lot harder than the one I had with Sean last year. There was no clean punching or things you see in movies. They just wrestled and hit. And whoever was the most aggressive or the most angry got in the most hits. In this case, it was pretty even until Brad’s buddies got involved, and it became five on one.

That’s when I got involved. I just couldn’t watch them hurt Patrick even if things weren’t clear just yet. I think anyone who knew me might have been frightened or confused. Except maybe my brother. He taught me what to do in these situations. I don’t really want to go into detail except to say that by the end of it, Brad and two of his buddies stopped fighting and just stared at me. His other two friends were lying on the ground. One was clutching the knee I bashed in with one of those metal cafeteria chairs. The other one was holding his face. I kind of swiped at his eyes, but not too bad. I didn’t want to be too bad.

I looked down at the ground, and I saw Patrick. His face was pretty messed up, and he was crying hard. I helped him to his feet, and then I looked at Brad. I don’t think we’d ever really exchanged two words before, but I guess this was the time to start. All I said was,

“If you ever do this again, I’ll tell everyone. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll blind you.”

[thepunkrockyx-blog]

Perks RP Family

This family keeps growing, and it is so awesome to see! YEEEEEE

[oldpatrick-notnothing]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE ARE GETTING AN ALICE

I REPEAT

WE ARE GETTING AN ALICE

[oldpatrick-notnothing]

Tell Me, Charlie || Patrick & Charlie (writingwallflower)

Patrick had called up Charlie, telling him to meet him at Kings in ten minutes, before hanging up--as per usual. It felt like this entire vacation had been so busy, and he was still trying to fit in enough time for everyone; while still spending the majority with Brad. Sam was having some sort of girl's day with Mary Elizabeth and Alice, and wouldn't be back until later that night.

She left the car though, which he had been thankful for, and drove towards Kings, heading inside. He found the usual booth, ordering he and Charlie both Coca Colas.

He fiddled slightly with his fingers, thinking. He knew Sam would be mad--he expected her to be. But Charlie? He wasn't sure. And that worried him even more.

[thepunkrockyx-blog]

I’VE MISSED YOU HOOLIGANS!