I miss being able to go to bars whenever I wanted.
You say that as if people wouldn't let you in now.
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@veronicamonroes
I miss being able to go to bars whenever I wanted.
You say that as if people wouldn't let you in now.
Fuck yes, it is.
Fast work, especially with all things considered.
Hey, I don’t even mind, I’ve got Este to fulfill my needs and no one else. But let’s keep that pussy from getting wet, shall we? I’ll continue doing what I do.
Este? That's a thing again?
@missjackson: i need to go on a walk. a very long walk.
@ronnierover: @missjackson well, if you need some company...
Are you sure? Really if I can help with anything just let me know, yeah?
...And you're officially more involved and concerned than my mother.
One of the only ones who don’t. Quite impressive, I might have to add.
My vagina doesn't yearn for you. I thought we established this already.
Noooo! Tea, orange drink, water.. did I say tea already?
I'm alright, Rob. No smothering necessary.
You’re sick?
...Yes. Why so distressed?
Sick day?
Best to put on the caveman voice since everyone's so suspicious. As in, me - Veronica - sick. Veronica stay in bed tomorrow, no go to school.
Now, the real question is, you okay, babe?
I'll live, Ronan. You're giving me those sympathetic puppy eyes and I don't care for them.
NUMBER T W O ;;
Sick day? Sick day.
we are not shining stars. // open
Receiving an instant reminder of all of her past sins should have deterred her enough - and yet, Veronica hustled through the bleachers in search of an empty with the weight of her backpack on her shoulders. The bag, of course, contained the key to her undoing on this particular evening, if the note she got a hold of was to be believed. She wasn't entirely sure what compelled her to bring the drugs along.
Consciously, she understood that repeating history would bring: nearly the promise of the same life she'd already lived in all its unpleasantries. If there was anything this visit to the past bought her, it was a few more inches from death - and if there was anything she knew now that she was among kids who very well could have been her closest friends, she desperately, desperately did not wish to die.
Amidst the never-ending bellows of her classmates, most of them well beyond the parameters of sobriety, she subtly scooted her bag off of her shoulder, zipping its front pocket open and rustling through its contents. Once she felt the plastic baggie press into her palm, she instigated a vicegrip, her eyes squeezing shut.
She remembered. All of it. And even with the migraines, the nausea, the sickness that bubbled at her core, she had to believe that she could defeat it. It was the silly throes of withdrawal, nothing more - and this time she would survive rather than satiate it. She'd known illness, real illness, and it simply felt much worse than this ever could.
So, container still pressed into her palm, she removed her closed fist from her bag's pocket and allowed her arm to discreetly hang below the bleachers until she thought it wise to release her hold. And just like that, the cause of the night's unraveling disappeared. In an instant, she raised her hand and waved it wildly as she registered a face that she recognized among the students clamoring for seats. "Hey! There's space right here."
Oh, there’s nothing to recognise, simply marvel upon when the time comes.
Not shock, just a pleasant surprise is all. Even I like being caught off guard sometimes. Sometimes.
I'm sure it's charming to your many suitors.
Then the point still stands. Don't call me an artist, dude. It's inaccurate.
You don’t like being back here? I’m guessing your future was the one you really wanted then.
I was saying that senior year definitely wasn't the best year of my life. The future is...irrelevant.
What? Noo, you have absolutely nothing to worry about, what are you talking about? Don’t be silly!!
Look, I know you're like the personification of sunshine and shit, so I'm not going to pressure you. Just think about it.