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it don't fucking matter how much dough i bring in each night if your whore keeps snorting it up her nose

call me you pos

Edited 2017-05-25 14:07 (UTC)

why am i so bad at science?

[ she sends him a sketch of his face that perfectly captures his smile the day after the beach.]

found casey. he's okay.

are you safe?

Edited 2017-06-08 15:05 (UTC)

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[ The morning after her drunk confession session, Charlie woke up with a bastard of a hangover and a hell of a mood about the way things got left. Even in the light of day ( so fucking bright), she was frustrated that he just ran away from what she'd told him.

Okay, yes, she was drunk but the least he could have done was stay with her! She would have done the same! And she'd laid herself bare in a sense and he'd just... zapped away at the first chance he could.

So after stuffing her face with as much greasy food and water as she could manage and after a long shower, she shelped over to his apartment. And even if at the moment she was pissed off at him, she was careful not t be seen, even as she knocked at his door.]

It was finally the day. Charlie's time at Mythian Academy had come to an uneventful close. She managed to survive attacks on the school, the threat of being were-napped and most of all, she managed to survive high school with a solid A- grade.

And as much as she was going to miss her little brother, as much as the idea of a life outside of the well-worn, well-known path that had been set for her (the one she'd been following until she threw her hat up in the air and clutched her diploma to her chest), she was even more giddy for the future.

Her senior year hadn't exactly been a dream. Secretly dating your teacher isn't exactly ideal. It meant going solo to prom, it meant lying to some of her closest friends about what she was doing. With every passing day, it got more difficult and for a while, it had been worth it. She was in love with him. But when the honeymoon phase wore off, she saw the truth of it as clearly as Z had. She couldn't handle not being public with it. She couldn't handle the way it made her cut herself off from the rest of her life. And combined with his fear/paranoia of being caught became too much for both of them.

Breaking things off, taking time apart was the only answer. Maybe there was a future for them, maybe there wasn't. But even after three months apart, Charlie still pined for Z. She tried dating other people but it never went anywhere. She got the rest of her life back, her confidence and general swagger too but there was still a part of her heart that was missing and it was still firmly in his hands.

So as she snatches her cap off the ground from where it landed, she glances up, her gaze catching his from across the room. She throws him a crooked, silly smile as she offers him sheepish sort of wave.

technically not mythian verse ; also misfire

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