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His mind SHAKES as if a level three earthquake is making home in his thoughts — uncertainty, regret, pain —- the laundry list of things he felt toward the newly dark-haired male propped in front of him was almost disgusting. especially considering his history with preferring n o t to feel anything at all. Why Tristan Milligan had proved to be different than any of the other ( mostly forgettable names ) he had been with prior to last Spring wasn’t something he could easily forget ; but he tried, and he tried hard. ❛ I TRIED to give you a peace offering —- to show you I was sorry and wanted to patch things up. ❜ Miles counters quickly, avoiding stutters and tripping over his own rebut as if it’d make any difference to him. He knew for a fact that it wouldn’t. He was right, Miles wasn’t even going to bother trying to argue that he wasn’t ; but he was never used to people actually making him face what he had done —- the litter he left behind. ❛ I was HOPING you’d come to the concert so we could talk. Or try. ❜ Lips twist uncomfortably as he shifts in his seat, feeling properly attacked at the harshness he knew was well deserved. ❛ Well, what if I don’t want to be a stranger to you, Tris ? ❜ He knew this line was anything but a hook, and he befriended the constant doubt that lingered around him like the planets orbit around the sun. ❛ I’m not over you, Tris. I tried to be. But I’m not. ❜ Long digits grab the container of glitter that was tossed his way, setting it down on the desk he was planted on. Coming to a stand, he crosses his arms and makes his way toward the other teen, squatting to get down to his level, ❛ Not that you’d believe me. ❜

❛ Because rap concerts TOTALLY scream ‘I’m sorry.’ Did you think we’d ‘patch things up’ after Kendrick started rapping about swimming pools ? Spare me. You TRIED to sweep everything under the rug like you always do. ❜ So maybe this wasn’t the time or the place for dramatics but there’s no use in biting your tongue when your mouth is already full of blood. ❛ It’s fine though. We’re fine. ❜ His tone promotes an octave that sounds more defeated than anything. Perhaps this is it. Perhaps this is the exact moment where Tristan Milligan throws in his designer hand towel. OR perhaps that would’ve been the case if Miles hadn’t hit a nerve like he always did. Not over you ? Words bouncing between his cerebral and catapulting off of his better judgment, he’ll leave his hope strictly out of the mix. Gaze now challenging that of his opposite, it’s a wonder that his heart hasn’t leapt straight from his chest. The rapid beating is far from the usual though. Its source is coming from obvious discomfort as he’s more than sure that nothing substantial is going to occur. ❛ Not that you’ve given me a reason to believe you. ❜ Bleached enamel grits together as the junior handcuffs his wrist to Miles’ forearm. He tugs the clasp of his limbs, hoping he’d release the fold so he could fill his span with various art materials that needed to be carried back to the student council office. ❛ Have you ? ❜

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With two left feet and egg shells beneath him and every word he muttered, his exterior is finally beginning to crack underneath the surface beneath him ; that surface being Tristan Milligan. For as much as Miles liked to talk about being a better MAN than his father —- he failed that test of integrity nine times out of ten. Miles felt u s e l e s s, like he didn’t belong to be in anyone’s life because he’d simply bring them down to his own mess of rubble. He was simply just a mess people liked to attempt to clean up, then run when they realized the extremity that was Miles Hollingsworth III. There was a part of him that wondered what created a storm ( in his case, it was Mr. & Mrs. Hollingsworth ) —- bad timing ? Bad environment ? Bad people ? There was a laundry list of excuses that’d make only a narcissist get giddy with glee. ❛ I’m sure you did. ❜ WEAK, Hollingsworth. Just like that boy makes you. 

Never more did Miles feel more rejected then he did right now, forced to be face to face with the mess he made with Tristan —- not that it was undeserved, how Tris treated him. The aftermath was even more catastrophic up close than it ever had been from the lonesome of his own head. He was a ghost, never staying in a place ( or with a person ) for more than a few mere months. It was easier to leave before he got INVOLVED than it was to have the heartbreak shatter him later —- what about that didn’t people get ? ❛ Important text ? ❜ Not that he was expecting an answer from the raven-haired boy, if anything, the quip was for his own amusement. In his own mind, he was awful and rather unlovable, that much he could admit aloud — now that he thought about it, didn’t he already mention that to Tris the night of the storm ? Talk about morbid foreshadowing. Currently, if you asked Miles who he saw in the room, he’d tell you Tristan Milligan. Not Zoe, not Winston, not whoever this GOLDI person was, and certainly not Simpson. The words of the authority figure went in ear and out the other, and only did Tris’ protest catch his attention. In the blink of an eye, the teen was muttering something, storming out of the student council room and yet again, leaving Miles in his lonesome. He doesn’t bother fighting with Simpson’s orders —- plus, what could even do about it ? If he wanted the power, he couldn’t snibble and moan every two seconds if he didn’t like something ; it was time he grew UP. Leather oxfords make their way to the unmarked territory of the school’s art room ; a place more suited for Hunter than himself. He sits lazily atop a dirty art table knowing better now than to step near Tris’ personal space —- he didn’t have that right anymore. Not now. ❛ So, what ? Are you gonna’ act like this all year ? We’re finally upperclassmen ; we could be wasting our energy on something a little bit more important than seeing if you can look the other way when you know your ex is staring at you from across the room. ❜ Thanks to his father, he knew the B E S T way to get people to talk was to say something that got under their skin. Politics 101, everybody. 

An irrepressible feeling of shock infiltrates his thoughts and the raw annoyance lurking beneath his surface has suddenly been moved to the forefront. The ex-lovers have both thrown their fair amount of shade but it’s a whole other ballgame when Miles makes an utterance that only implies that it’s all been ( undignified. ) ❛ Act like this ? ❜ he echoes, disbelief coloring his tone. ❛ You mean act like we’re not on the best of terms ? My apologies, Miles. I must’ve forgot that we patched things up. ❜ It’s a goddamn awful thing, innit ? Having to choose how a situation is going to unfold and knowing that your best decision is really just the lesser of two evils. Keep a tight lip and continue to let it eat away at you OR dive head first into an argument that you’re not sure even offers a winner. ‘Suppose the first hasn’t done him much good. It’s time to try the latter. ❛ You know, going mute and then randomly asking me to a Kendrick Lamar concert doesn’t exactly ice the burn. ❜ Manicured digits fumble through a box of odd items as the boy tries to morph his composure into something much more rational. ❛ If you’d rather me just treat you like a stranger, I can do that. You practically are one now anyway. ❜ He’ll fling a small container of glitter into Miles’ lap ; a careless throw to match the careless jab he just administered.

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        i wish your mom had been a little stronger.           i wish she’d stayed around a little longer.                       i wish your dad were good.                    i wish grown-ups understood.                          i wish we’d met before                     they c o n v i n c e d you                         LIFE was WAR.                      – [ i wish i had more TNT ]

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He wasn’t going to let this facade Tristan was ( attempting ) to portray so confidently fool him —- the pulsing bitter tone could cut the pale flesh covering his lanky form within a matter of seconds. Did Miles feel guilty ? Yeah. Did he regret ending something for a girl that only DITCHED him for that drug-dealing meat head ? He sure as hell did. Whether it was for narcissistic reasons or something deeper, he hadn’t delved into that pool of emotion just yet ; and by the way Tristan was acting towards him, he doubted he ever would. ❛ After having dumbass DREW in office last year, they could use someone like me. ❜ A breathless oomph struggles without much effort as the rounded corner of the clipboard digs just b a r e l y into the bottom of his rib, a look of distaste is shared between the two boys. ❛ Sure it was. More mountain bike rides with your mysterious online beau ? ❜ It’s Miles’ time to sound bitter now. After all, he did have to sit through a ( seemingly ) endless conversation between him and Zoe about how he was OVER Miles. ❛ That fell through. Luckily for you, I’m most likely going to graduate from good ‘ole Degrassi. Looks like you’re stuck with me. ❜ Miles is attempting to ward off the constant jabs. Receiving them like a line of fire was never something Miles could take well from Tristan, he wasn’t nearly as quick on his feet when it came to retorts of any sort. ❛ Knowing Zo, she just wants to have some power. Or until she figures out what’s going on between her and Grace, then she’ll actually have something more fulfilling to do with her time. ❜ He knew he was WRONG, those two were decent friends, or so it seemed, but he couldn’t pierce the most forced of smiles to even premiere remotely wholesome. His lips feel dry, maybe from NERVES or the fact he knew he couldn’t compete with Tris’ mind games, he never could. Opting to not answer the final question left lingering between the two ex-lovers, he scribbles his name illegibly between Tris’ smooth signature, handing it off to the female candidate across the room. Taking a step closer to his ex, he works up the zeal to let his lips twist into a smirk, ❛ If I told you that, it’d just ruin all the fun. ❜

THEY COULD USE SOMEONE LIKE ME. Brows over accentuate their already groomed arches in a silent response to Miles’ claim. He's got a closet full of hurt collected but he won’t try on a single article if he can help it. Sure, he’s tried to find rhyme in their fallout but there’s no rationale in the actions of Miles & that’s something he’s finally coming to terms with. He’d stop trying to excavate a decent reason as to why someone whose never quite been able to have their belly full of assurance would turn their back on certainty. If Miles couldn’t ride out a solid decision involving his love affairs, what makes him think Degrassi needs an indecisive junior running the halls ? Nonetheless, Tristan knows this is neither the time or the place to tie him down in the crossfire and so he’ll shake off the snide remarks until he’s not in eye range of Simpson. ❛ It turned out that bike riding really wasn’t our thing. We found better activities to occupy our time with though. ❜ And that’s all he’ll offer in response. For now. 

Miles’ smirk goes far from unnoticed but it won’t receive a warm reception. Three months ago that coy ‘lil grin would’ve sent him spiraling ; now all it’s doing is invoking another step backwards. Left hand fetching an iPhone out of a shallow pocket, he’ll make it readily known that his attention isn’t up for grabs anymore. He’s got b e t t e r things to focus on. You know -- like sending a passive aggressive tweet chalk full of emojis that Miles will never see. Yeah, he blocked him. No, he hasn’t lost his award winning ability to be petty. It’s only when Simpson speaks up that his thumbs cease their rapid typing. If Poker Face is music to Tristan’s ears then hearing “candidate group activity” is nails on a chalkboard. Limbs folding across his chest, he won’t be shy to protest. ❛ Can’t we do that on our own time ? I mean, the whole point of having separate campaigns is for it to be SEPARATE. ❜ Save your breath, Milligan. The odds ( or in this case, the executive decisions ) are never in your favor. Exhaling the full capacity of his lungs, he’ll agree to the orders but only after his facial features provide a physical manifestation of the uproar inside of him. If there were two things in the world that Tristan didn’t want to do it was 1) witness an Armani coat go up in flames and 2) be stuck running a bunch of unproductive  tasks with Miles. Unfortunately enough for him, he’s being forced to execute one of the two and it’s sadly not the first. If Simpson’s plan was to create a sense of comradery between the candidates, obliging them to make presidential posters together wasn’t exactly his smartest idea. At least he’s got Goldi to focus his attention on. Converse stamping against the linoleum, he’ll leave a wake of cologne as he darts passed Miles. ❛ I can’t believe he’s making us do this. What is this ? Elementary school ? If he really thinks I’m putting my name on anything that’s designed with magic markers and muted paper, he’s got another thing comin’. ❜ It’s not until he realizes that Goldi isn’t catching wind of a single complaint that he’s faced with the reality of Simpson sending her in an entirely different direction. GREAT. Rummaging through the art room with only his ex ? His timeline will receive 140 characters of pure disgust about this later. Insert side eye emoji here.

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He’s fighting his inner ( eleven ) year old from chuckling at the clearly bitter comment from the fellow junior, light red lips rolling together to form some sort of barrier between his thoughts and what he ACTUALLY says aloud to the male. ❛ I thought YOU of all people would know how he is. ❜ There’s a harsh pang of ache in his voice, one that made it CLEAR ( at least to him ) that Tristan Milligan was the only person who really saw him. Or at least the one he kept around long enough to get a peak inside his household. His father had no bounds when it came to teaching his children all the toxic ways of his lifestyle. Miles almost had to LAUGH at Tristan genuinely thinking he hadn’t learned the tricks of the trade. ❛ Why would MY feelings get hurt ? ❜ There’s a coil in his stomach, brows etched with the look of confusion as he eyes the now jet-black haired teen. ❛ I’d taken offense to that if I didn’t know that those words were just coming out of the mouth of someone so b i t t e r. Seriously, what are you even promising these mindless idiots ? That you’ll play Lady Gaga in the hallways during all passing periods ? ❜

A binder thick with rules and regulations serves as the mediator between what his mind wants to say and what his heart refuses to utter. He’ll thumb threw the contents, absentmindedly wrinkling the paper’s corners from his obvious agitation. ❛ Yeah, well I ( thought ) I knew a lot of things. ❜ He’ll deadpan his not so casual comment in attempt to navigate the current situation that he’s been thrown into but with the lack of a Degrassi tailored GPS, it seems as though he’s stuck in a roundabout when he should’ve taken a hard left towards the exit. He’s missed the detour and found himself with a flat tire in a town that he had no intentions of ever revisiting. The city of Negligence. Population: Miles Hollingsworth. ❛ Good point. Losing probably won’t matter much to you, will it ? Not like you have a good reason to be running for student body president anyways. ❜ Scribbling a perfected signature, he’ll flip the sheet over before clipping it beneath the board and shoving it into the soft of Miles’ gut. ❛ Bitter ? What’s there to be bitter about ? My summer was t o t e s amazing. I thought you were heading off to boarding school ? ❜ He’ll take four steps backwards, presenting a more noticeable distance between their frames. ❛ Hilarious. Not sure if you’ve heard but I’ve got Zoe on my team and you have . . . Winston ? Interesting. What are you two bringing to the table ? ❜ And he’ll leave his jab with subtlety. God knows the kid could take a torch to Miles’ campaign; boil down his sanity and accuse him of buying his way into presidency but not even summer break has stolen his sympathy. An overbearing silence and a sense of indignation may have poured lighter fluid all over the remnants of his relationship with Miles but he won’t be the one to strike the match by comparing him to his father.

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❛ Look, not to be a DICK or whatever, I just think it’d be in your best interest if you drop out of the race n o w. I mean, I know this game like the back of my hand, I’ve grown UP with it — I just don’t want you getting your feelings hurt, s’all. ❜

Whatta’ classic line being flung from the ( always ) so reverent mouth of Miles Hollingsworth the Third. Someone ought to shed some light on the truth that cushioning a blow with NOT TO BE A DICK doesn’t exactly pardon him from being a dick. ❛ Gag me, Miles. Just because your dad knows how to swing a few votes doesn’t mean you do. ❜ He’s gawked at one too many  episodes of West Drive to let his arsenal of comebacks go to waste. ❛ Getting my feelings hurt ? ❜ He’ll feign an eye roll before swallowing the stark reality that his emotions were the LAST thing that Miles cared about. ❛ Don’t you think you should be the one worryin’ about that ? After all, I think it’s sad to say that even one of the rubber room’s finest could beat you out. ❜

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yeah, man. absolutely. i’d probably prefer to write it on my multimuse indie though. message me off anon :)

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mczigzig:

“there is always a good time to know every lyric of a Taylor Swift song Zoe.” he cleared his throat roughly. “and you think I will just follow your every whim and help you win this hypothetical karaoke session? i think not.”

❛ you always did strike me as the fangirl type. let me guess -- you’ve got west drive posters hanging up in your closet too, right?? ❜ the apples of her cheeks promote a tint of rose that can’t be found in any blush palette she may own. lips upturning and eyes bright, she’s enjoying this lighthearted banter far more than she’ll ever verbalize. ❛ well why wouldn’t you?? i’m pretty sure i could get you to do almost anything if i wanted to. ❜ petite fingers reach upward to tattoo themselves to zig’s chest. her two digits apply firm pressure as she offers him a playful shove. ❛ come on, zigmund. you’d totally help me win a karaoke session.. or at least try to. i heard little miss steaks is hosting a contest this week. $100 cash prize. that’s what?? 10 sleeveless shirts and a cookie or two?? ❜

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mczigzig:

“that’s what I said isn’t it?” he rolled his eyes at her outrageous banter. “that might be so, but do you know every lyric Rivas? and yes, I would love one”

❛ is there ever going to be a time where i need to know every lyric, NOVAK?? ❜ response shooting back like a loaded gun. ❛ i won’t hound you though. at least i know who to pick if i’m ever caught up in a swiftie karaoke session. probably wouldn’t take much bribery to get you to sing with me but i’ll hold off on that cookie just in case. ❜

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mhworth:

His brow arches in confusion and interest at what the other teen is suggesting, but it’s mostly out of the latter. Tristan wasn’t as… rebellious as Miles was — that was putting it lightly. Tristan got into his ruts and went with them out of comfort, as opposed to Miles, who usually made rash decisions based on emotions in that exact moment; neither of which were really GOOD things in his eyes. Miles put no thought into things for a different reason than Tris did, and he wasn’t sure how long that was going to last for them. “I do.” Miles musters softly, trying to gauge the wheels that are clearly beginning to turn in  Tris’ head. Was this something that they needed, or was it only going to turn into a future disaster that Miles would have to maneuver ?? To anyone else, Tris’ confirmation would’ve been nerve-settling, but to Miles, it just seemed like something to be brushed off — like he’d go back on his word as soon as he messed up further. It happened once before, who’s to say it won’t make a comeback? “You say that now…” Miles mutters, optics attracting like magnets towards his boyfriends. He feels comforted by the wrap of Tristan’s form around his, and his chin settles against the nape of his neck as he succumbs to the comfort. “I’m sure we could make a dart for it.” He shrugs, “As long as you’re sure your parents won’t come hunting us down, I’ve got no problem stealing you away for a few days.” The thought of having Tris to himself actually gave Miles some EXCITEMENT; something he lacked whenever the two were apart. “Do you wanna’ pack bags, or just go for it?”

It takes the moon approximately twenty eight days to orbit around the earth. It waxes and wanes, showing only slivers of itself at a time and it’s only during a ‘full moon’ where it appears that it’s full surface is shown. Much like the lunar planet, it often felt like Miles could only be seen in part. He’d always have some portion of himself tucked away as if vulnerability was a disease that he’d been vaccinated against in prior years. Tristan craved so badly to delve into the tenner. He wanted to pick up on every bad habit and memorize the good. He’d ransack his mystery if he could and none of this could be blamed on his own desperation. Sure, he was known for his unrelenting desire to be loved but this was no longer surface leveled. No, he cared about Miles for the long run now and he’s just got to hope that he can keep traveling on this train without any more pitstops disrupting his destination. Limbs derail from their embrace to place two palms firmly against Miles’ shoulders. He’s counteracting their previous gesture by pushing downward. “Oh my god.” At least he didn’t say Gaga this time. “If we’re going to run for the hills, you gotta act a little more excited than that. No shrugging. Got it??” His theatrics were far from abnormal; he was just seeking full compliance. “Let’s just go. Like. Right now.” Paw sliding down the full length of Miles’ arm, he cuffs his wrist within his grip in attempt to lead him to the car. 

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mhworth:

His lower lip is protruding slightly, giving him the typical pouty puppy dog expression that he did whenever he was either deep in thought or just SAD. Whenever he felt like he wasn’t good enough for Tristan, he found himself over thinking and dwelling on the past, worried he’d make the same mistakes two fold and cause the boy to go running for the hills. “I’m not stoned.” He denies, shaking his head truthfully. In fact, since he and Tris had gotten back together, his pot intake had been much LESS. That mixed with his parents’ divorce was a deadly combination, but Tristan had somehow managed to keep him sane through it all. His hand finds Tris’ and he locks their fingers tightly, like a latch on a treasure chest — he didn’t want to let go; and he was far too scared to. “I wouldn’t mind running away with you..” His words falter to a silence as he begins to actually contemplate the idea, “But I don’t want your parents to hate me, and I also don’t wanna’ get tried for truancy. I want this year to be different.” Different was an understatement — last year had been a hot mess, and his hopes were high that he could turn things around. “Are you sure you’re not sick of me yet?” He quizzes shyly, canines latching on his lower lip as he looks at the now-brunet teen.

Tristan’s got his paw secured tightly within Miles’ grip as if his skin had secreted a thick layer of super glue. “Then let’s do it.” A forceful squeeze is administered. “You’ve got a vacation house, right??” He’s witnessed the various luxuries that Miles is blessed enough to experience on a daily basis and owning multiple homes doesn’t seem like a far stretch. “We’ve got like..” The digits homing his free hand are sticking out one by one as though he still needs kindergarten tactics to count. “Two weeks until Degrassi crumbles up our freedom.” This is every fantasy he’s ever had about getaways and romantic rendezvous and he’s practically tap dancing out of sheer excitement. It’s Miles’ next string of words that sink into his skin like a set of teeth and somehow manage to affirm that this impromptu trip is more vital than ever. Posture straightening, he’s shaking off the insecurity and ridding his spine of any angle. “I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you.” They’re probably just meaningless words to Miles and so he’s using their hand-holding to tug him closer. Forehead tattooing against his, their hairlines kiss and his chin dips in attempt to gain contact with his favorite pair of orbs. “And I’ll prove it to you if you run away with me for a few days.” He’s shifting positions now -- mouth now muffled by a shoulder as he’s got two limbs wrapped around the lower portion of Miles’ torso. “What do ya’ say?? A couple days. Me and you. I’ll leave my Lady Gaga CDs behind.” All that’s left now is for the opposite tenner to discard his better judgment and in return, rev up his sports car. 

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mczigzig:

“You’re just jealous that I know all the songs to all the Taylor Swift songs”

❛ me?? jealous of YOU?? ❜ glossy brims seal together with a simper. ❛ you know the lyrics to songs that come on the radio every two minutes. wanna cookie, novak?? ❜