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fckksammy:
Sam awkwardly tucked her slicked hair behind her ear, even though she didn’t actually need too. “Um, thanks? Who’s your sister?” She was qucik to draw the conversation from away how she looked, still feeling like she looked like quite the fool. It was like the bruises on her knuckles proved her to be someone pretending to be someone she wasn’t.
“luna fairchild.”
aylaxc:
The random voice hitting her ears, she nodded her head at his question. “Just allergies.” She told him, her voice still muffled and she dropped her hands down to her side, clearing her throat, putting on her best fake smile, the one she was used to. She should have assumed that someone would end up going in there, as classes were still going on. Pushing some of her hair behind her ear, she turned around to look at the male, making it seem like nothing was wrong, and nothing had happened. “The room is all yours.”
huh, her demeanor had changed as quickly as a light could be switched on. had she been crying? working up courage to do something? had he stumbled across something he shouldn’t have? miko was afraid to speak up, verbally. he often felt closed in every time he opened his mouth, but he had to think what would he want to have done if the tables were turned? or even if he turned on the news later to find this young woman as a headline. he would regret not doing anything. “if ---” his voice cracks, “um. goldfish don’t have stomachs.”
sofiabcss:
“turns out fucking your enemy’s dad is right up there with success. who knew, right?” sofia responded simply, brushing off the excess lipstick from the corners of her pursed lips. in all honesty, she couldn’t understand how anyone could simply let go. sure, she might’ve been overreacting but there was nothing than retribution. “what about you? have ‘ya ever done something petty?”
miko shakes his head, “i’m not good at that sort of thing.” plus, he didn’t want to fall down that rabbit hole. he wasn’t ashamed to admit his brothers had been fighting his battles for him the majority of his life and he was okay with it. his words were his weapons where hands failed.
fckxandrew:
“No. It smells disgusting.”
“then why did you offer it to me?”
tjxmoore:
“Oh yeah. They’re all different. I’m a music major, so I use them a lot. I have electric, bass, acoustic. Acoustic guitar is the one I use the most. I have three of them.”
“my brother’s a music major.” he responds, “what do you want to do with music?” besides stealing guitars...
iMessage // lil bru
Luna: you are the grammar man
Luna: im pretty sure
Luna: like 90%
Miko: i meant twin, not turn. that was going to bug me.
Miko: you should get a dna test.
courtneyxhayworth:
“Honestly, I ain’t even sure if it’s worth repeatin’ now,” Courtney sighed. “I’m probably overreactin’ anyway.”
miko takes a seat beside her. he wasn’t a comforter, that was his biggest flaw ( among other things ). his disdain of touch left the idea of patting her back fall to the side. but, he could understand overreacting if that was what this was. however, he wasn’t going to push her to talk if she didn’t want to and instead basked in the silence for a while. “snails breathe through their feet.”
damnrocio:
“Oh, that’s okay!,” Rocio shrugged. “Another day I guess, I mean it’s not like the cats will go anywhere, right? Are you a cat person? Not many people seem to be nowadays.”
he was slightly shocked by her ease of still being bright and happy even after denying her a way to get what she desired most. a faint smile appears across his lips, but left just as easy as it appeared. “i like turtles.”
charxatwood:
she watched him sit down ( too far away, in her opinion ) in silence, still twisting his words around in her head. “oh, no, i could never do that,” she shook her head quickly, moving her hands in the air as well. “but i’m… somehow intoxicated by poetry. someone else’s, that is. it’s so personal and deep…” she trailed off with a small shrug.
“are you scared to write?” miko was and still is afraid to put his thoughts down on paper and turn his years of pain into a harmonic melody for others to hear. but, he couldn’t imagine not writing either. who was he if not a poet?
zander-nixon:
“I would imagine there’d be a lot of people at a job fair, so yeah.”
“oh. no thank you.”
nebnoah:
“Yeah, not all of us had the luxury of knowing for sure”
“are you adopted too?”
felicity-darson:
“It was only like 50c over to really it was basically free” Felicity countered with a smile. At his question she shrugged, taking another bite out of the bar, “I dunno, I was a little bored so I thought I’d come say hi.”
“basically isn’t exactly.” he states, taking a bite of his bar. “you think bored, you think miko?” he arches a brow, a small smile ( actually visible ) appears along his lips. “i’m glad you’re here.”
fck-itsvi:
At the gesture, Violet moved so she was sitting next to him, a soft sigh escaping her. While the girl had never hated school, the people within it had always been an issue for her. Whether it was in highschool, college back in England or now college here. It was those people she wanted to stay away from, those people were the ones that made her want to hide away from the world and pretend it didn’t exist. Though, it was also people like Miko who made that need fade a little bit. “Depends on what you mean by okay” she replied softly, not looking at him but instead at the stars.
miko almost gave her the webster’s definition as a bit of a joke, but he was unsure if she’d like it. so, he shrugs looking up to the stars then back down to the view. in the distance lights swirl around from car headlights and people’s cries can be heard. he pulls his knees to his chin and shrugs, “are you not sad anymore?” he asks.
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Danny: And then what happens??
Miko: you die.
Ayla was trying to keep herself together. She felt like she was doing a good job with it. Putting up smiles, she wasn’t even sure what hit her. Maybe with how long she had put a fake smile on, something just hit her. Emotions came rolling in, her chest felt heavy and her eyes burning. She was slowly breaking down, and being in front of people it was the worst. Excusing herself, she made herself into another room where nobody was. Feeling tears rolling onto her cheeks but she quickly wiped them away, especially when hearing footsteps. She cleared her throat, not daring to look behind her. “I’ll – be out of your way in a minute.” She said, muffling through her hands, making sure to wipe away the rest of the tears.
miko loathed nyu’s campus. it was large and crowded and easy to get lost. he’d gotten lost at least three times in the past month and that was enough to make him want to be home schooled if at all. so many eyes on him when he enters a wrong classroom and his stomach tightening every time he sits down in a room wondering if the professor will actually call his name this time around. today marked the fourth time of getting lost as he enters an empty room, well, almost empty. a girl stood a ways away from him. was she crying? “i...” awkwardly he turns to walk away but stops taking a breath, “are you okay?”
“Oh my god, why is it so freaking hot in here. I’m sweating from my scalp.” Axl huffed, moving some of his damp hair from his face as he looked around the room. There was nothing wrong with the temperature of the room. He was nervous because he heard hear stories of the Greek system and he was terrified that they were going to take one look at him and instantly hate him. “Do you mind turning on a fan or something? I’m baking over here.”
miko does as he was asked, turning on a nearby fan getting nearly blown over by the large dose of air that was now coming from both the air and the ac. he sticks his hands into his pockets, awkwardly standing. his mom thought getting to know other pledges, whether from the same house or not, would ease him into this transition. so far, he was wondering if hot coals would be a sensible source of relaxation. “nice shirt.” he finally spits out.
“i’m just saying, ” sofia muttered, looking up from her compact after she touched up her lipstick. “ no one can hold a grudge as long as me. lindsey cooper threw her birthday party on the same day as me in the fifth grade and told everyone i had head lice so they’d go to hers instead, and like–-ten years later i ended up revenge banging her dad and became her step-mom for like a week. what can i say? what goes around comes back around.”
miko couldn’t hold grudges. sure, he could remember faces and names of everyone that ever teased or picked on him, but to hold that in his heart for 10 years just to hurt them? he couldn’t do it. plus, he was too scared and worried what they’d do in return. “i thought the best revenge was success?”
