var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5449002"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=element&e2=elements&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); I talk to absolutely no one. Couldn't keep to myself enough. And the things bottled inside have finally begun To create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.
nolan stepped outside, completely lost in his own head as per usual. he just needed some air, needed to breathe normal again. he got easily overwhelmed in crowds. it’s not like he didn’t enjoy being out with his friends, didn’t enjoy getting drunk every now and then, because it was one of his favorite things to do. nolan just preferred to be by himself more than anything, so when he swore he heard someone come up behind him, the air caught in his throat. “i just needed a minute.”
Daniel had successfully snuck away from Roman which was not an easy feat. Luckily, someone else snatched his attention and Daniel was able to escape the heavy and loud atmosphere to find some sort of peace. While the music, dancing and heavy breathing was always something that helped Daniel forget his troubles, in this moment all he wanted was the isolation. But just as he reached the exit he saw another felt the same. Daniel almost didn’t follow, if it wasn’t for the crippling and growing anxiety within forcing the man out of the building he wouldn’t have. He tried to move as slowly and as quietly as possible but he was caught. Bewildered eyes fell on Nolan, and a soft, somewhat anxious, exhale left him. “Uh-- no take all the minutes you need I just--” With a roll of the eyes Daniel scorned himself as he pulled a cigarette out of his back pocket. “Want a smoke?”
“closed practice. you know what closed means, right?” he’s definitely annoyed with the other person, having taken time out of his daily routine with the team to cater to whatever need they decided was more important than his career. a quick jog over to the gym doors to them gives way to a sigh. “you need somethin’?
“Yeah, yeah I know-- But this is important.” Daniel insisted, watching as his best friend trotted toward him. His smile strengthening with every squeaky step. “Bruce, -- Did you take him out for a walk or anything this morning? I lowkey can’t find him.” Despite his attempt to keep a cool composure, the fear and panic was still evident in his gaze. “Maybe, left the door open when you went to practice?”
to find the other at the door was a rather … strange occurrence. it wasn’t that she minded, no, but at this time ? was something wrong, perhaps ? concern was written upon soft features, head tilting in thought as she quietly observed the person before her. “i, um, here, just - just come inside, or something.” she couldn’t just leave the other out in the middle of the night, now. what if they had nowhere else to go ? “are you alright ? do you , um, do you need anything?”
He wasn’t quite sure where he was until he saw Nat answer the door, and relief washed over him like a calming tide. “Thanks,” he responded softly, shuffling into her apartment and dropping his backpack on the ground with a hard thud. Slowly and cautiously removing his shoes he sort of ignored her question at first. Truthfully, he was hopelessly drunk. Which, probably became more evident with how hard it was for him to take off his shoes. The man wobbling slightly before ultimately falling against the wall behind him. “My legs must have gotten longer in the past twenty four hours. I think I just... need to lay down.”
“Well, if you listened to my podcast last night you would have heard all the pros and cons for Alfredo. But to recap it, I don’t think the texture is really something i enjoy and the sauce is too white. It makes it way too easy to slip a lil bit of your own special sauce into it if you catch my drift.”
SPIRITS: aw how sweet u want to hang out w me ??????
SPIRITS: are u sure this isnt u just trying to get me to unpack ur shit
SPIRITS: bc i will never come over again
SPIRITS: also ,,, where’s ur ‘please’ ????
VOIDANIEL: CAN U FUCKING PLEAS COME OVER
VOIDANIEL: I AM NOT USING U
VOIDANIEL: GOD UR SO ANNOYING