sticks + stones

vinny burton. junior. i’d rather run the other way than stay and see the smoke and who’s still standing when it clears. +

[nahromeo-blog]

Debatable. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

Fuck off, man. 

[fckdrewpy]

—-Dude, my brother’s gay. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

Grant’d practically be gay if it weren’t for Vee, whatever.

Uh, sorry. Should prolly introduce myself. Hey, I’m Vin. 

[lucas-morrison]

And even more when they don’t.

[vinnyburt-blog]

Real talk right there. 

[fckdrewpy]

Where the lie, dude. Fuck ‘em, literally.

[vinnyburt-blog]

They’ll fuck you over if you fuck ‘em—and then they’ll go running off with your brother. Key’s not to go back to the same chick. 

[nahromeo-blog]

Thought you were the one that didn’t give a shit about girls more than like, a hookup or whatever. Everything alright, Vin? 

[vinnyburt-blog]

It’s whatever, leave it. At least m’not the one in love with a chick who can barely stand being in the same room as me. 

[nahromeo-blog]

Dude, they’re supposed to. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

And I thought you were the nicer one. ‘Golden boy’ and all that shit. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

Girls suck, man. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

@notcharizard: vin pls im so heart eyes w u

@vinburt: @notcharizard real talk who isnt

[vinnyburt-blog]

@notcharizard: who tf are all these people on my dash stop im crying who r u

@notcharizard: dont look at me just make me a bagel and leAF ME ALONE

@vinburt: @notcharizard did u forget about me tht quickly :(

[wickedveeofthewest]

"You Burton boys are an actual mess, you know that right?" Vanessa commented off-handedly, scribbling a few more lines onto the pages. It was rushed yet still managed to look so refined. "Maybe you should work on yourselves before your relationships with me, hm?"

[vinnyburt-blog]

"Yeah? Got any suggestions?" Vinny asked, rolling his eyes. 

[rlyamy]

Ah, right. Complications. Vee’s all you, though. Could’a been a little nicer to her, no? Plus, I wrote that extra fluffy cute drabble for you guys, so give me some credit, here. And I’m pretty sure you’re like 10% more mature this time around, so good luck, babe. Vincent Burton, don’t talk about your dick to me. Seriously, ew ew ew. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

The girl I fucked started dating my brother—who the fuck gets a little nicer after that? That whole thing was bullshit, by the way—imagine getting me and then going for Grant, like c'mon, Vee. Drabble? Oh, you mean the story where I left her sleeping in a park? Right, cute. Aight, fair. Just don't let me fuck up that badly again, or I'll... I dunno, I'll do something. Pretty sure the only reason I'm more mature's cause you're mixing me up with that—what's his name? Romeo? Who the fuck names his kid Romeo? Anyways, you made a shitty copy of me with a better life than me and that's just fucked up, Am. Dude's got scholarships and chicks thrown at his feet, and you only picked him up cause—wait for it—you missed me. Not like I don't get chicks thrown at my feet, but still. Fucked up. You definitely want my dick, fuck your 'ew's. 

[rlyamy]

Hey, reading’s fundamental, as my chem teacher would say. Books are good, reading’s awesome, I’m doing you a favor, believe me. I—okay, no denying here. But I mean, you ended up hooking up with her, right? And you started liking her and everything. We found Vinny Burton’s heart through this long and tedious journey. You should be thanking me, honestly. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

Did you miss the whole part where she ended up being like, gay or some shit? Started dating that other chick? Or when I fuckin' made her cry? Yeah, thanks Amy. You're the best, no shit. My heart? Babe, I'm pretty sure you've already made sure that I don't have a heart. Kate? Check. Bells? Check. Vee? I'm pretty sure she's an extra fuckin' like, ten checks. The only good thing you've ever done for me is change me from Tom Daley to Colton Haynes, cause my dick prolly gained an extra three inches from that switch.

[rlyamy]

Oh my god, Vin. First, we don’t talk about that. Second, I—no. Leave it to you to make this sound weirder than it is—which isn’t, y’know, like too bad cause there’s that English teacher that does the same thing? You should probably take a look at your own grades before looking at mine, though. Just putting that out there. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

Still weird. Hey, fuck you. My grades are aight until you decide to fuck them up for a plot or whatever the shit you do's called. Like, who the fuck fails reading quizzes in English? Sparknotes and bathroom breaks exist for a reason. The only reason you had me fail that was so I could do shit with Bells, and you can't even deny that. 

[rlyamy]

So like, my chemistry teacher made a Facebook group for all of the students in his class, and he knows we’re doing the homework but he keeps posting random videos in the group and it’s just—okay. You do you, Dr. 

[rlyamy]

[vinnyburt-blog]

What type of teacher makes a Facebook group for his class? That's fuckin' creepy, Am. Next thing you know, you're gonna be friends with him and he'll post 'happy birthday' on your wall with a picture of that test you failed last month. Fuckin' weird. 

[wickedveeofthewest]

This is definitely what Vanessa hated most. She could handle people bitching at her, or being told there was more work to do, or fighting with her brother but she hated the ‘feelings’ thing. She simply wasn’t good at it and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to be. “So what do you expect me to say? Oh, okay, we can be friends again? I’m just sick to death of you and your family. Can’t you just leave me alone?”

[vinnyburt-blog]

He shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly—if anything, he should’ve expected this. “Vee,” He muttered, glancing away before raking a hand through his hair, “Sorry.” He said abruptly, “If that’s really—you know what, Vee? Fine. Okay.”

[wickedveeofthewest]

Not even looking up from her papers, Vanessa cocked her head to the side as if she were considering what he was saying. She wasn’t. “Indeed we do, Burton. Indeed we do,” she answered without a hint of regret.

[vinnyburt-blog]

Vinny stared down at the table, eyes tracing the grains of wood, “No, we don’t.” He said firmly, his voice almost a mumble when he started again, “I’ve put you through a lot of shit, Vee—I’ve been a fucking dick to you. And I—fuck, I’ve said it before, but I’m sorry. I just… Grant, and I don’t know. We,” He paused, looking up across at her, nodding between them as he chuckled dryly, “haven’t, haven’t talked or really just… It’s been a fucking mess, I’ve been a mess. I screwed up, alright? I know that. But I don’t—I’ve just… God, Vee, I’ve missed you. You can ignore me all you want, you can tell me to fuck off all you want and I don't blame you for doing that. But I—it’s been weird without you and I don’t want to do that anymore.”

[andysclark-blog]

I’m literally basically under house arrest right now. My life is over. By the time I’m ungrounded, it’s going to be spring. 

[vinnyburt-blog]

The fuck you'd do? Kill a cat?