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Evelyn: hate to bother you but I forgot

This cake recipe…

Nathan: Which one? I probably have it

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You deserve to be happy and I hope you get all the happiness that you want one day

“You’re gonna make me tear up...Thank you.”

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What would you like to see happen in your life?

“Um...I don’t know. I’d like to own my own bakery at some point. Working for someone else can be nice, but I love baking so much that I’d like to make it into something of my own.”

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Have you ever been ashamed of who you are?

“I mean, not really? I’ve felt bad about myself, but never really ashamed. I kind of like myself, so there isn’t anything to be ashamed of.”

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What's your biggest fear?

“Losing my mom.”

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What kind of nightmares do you usually see?

“My dad eventually killing my mom. But he’s dead, so I know it’s an impossible thing.”

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Would you want your bakery to grow or are you content with the way it is right now?

“I mean, it’s a cute little bakery, but more business would be nice. I think I only mean that because of the bigger paycheck in the possibility.”

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Nathan: Yeah, why, what’s up?

Evelyn: Hey Nate, you have a minute?

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I’m really fucking sorry I haven’t been on, I had no idea how much this job was gonna wipe me out. I mean, I got me a man thanks to this job, but holy shit is it hard to wake up before noon. I’m gonna attempt to get replies tonight and maybe answer whatever is in the tag as well. I have Wednesday and Thursday off so if I don’t get off my ass tonight or tomorrow, I’ll have the time then.

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I fucking hate our puppy. I didn’t even want it but here I am getting off of work and there’s just shit everywhere. My stepdad is supposed to swing by while I’m at work and let the dogs out and stuff, but every time I come home it’s like he hasn’t because there’s actual shit all over the fucking house and there’s just chewed up shit. I swear my door was closed when I left for work but somehow the puppy got my slipper and it’s just fucking frustrating to have this bullshit to deal with when I don’t even want these dogs. They’ve finally stressed me to the point of breaking down and crying.

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“Punk’s not dead,” Cyrek said vehemently with a fist pump, winking and chuckling. In his eyes, the music scene had really lost that connection. Popularized bands of any genre tended to back away from the fanbase or up their pricing after a certain milestone, they turned away from them. Granted, pricing was often out of the musician’s control, but they could still extend themselves for free– Cyrek made certain of it even when management had started to charge for his VIPs. “The fans are always right. When people stop being genuinely grateful for them, that’s when the fame and shit goes to your head if the pressure didn’t first,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, “I never felt too much pressure in the industry because… I love it, I love performin’, I love crowds, I was more than happy to get rejected over and over until someone wanted to accept me for who I fuckin’ was instead of changin’ it. So… not too much pressure with my image. People always want me to be less… rowdy and outspoken but that is definitely not fuckin’ happenin’.” He’s too in love with it. Cyrek rolled his eyes when he got the age-old it’s not good for you argument, sticking his tongue out at him and flipping him off– in good humor, of course. Finishing off his sandwich and picking at the crisps, he gave Nathan a thin-lipped smile, looking down at his plate to avoid his gaze. “Yeah, well… when you’re clean of heroin and meth for over a year, I think that’s way fuckin’ better of a vice,” he admitted quietly, still feeling shameful of what he had done to drown his demons instead of facing the music and dealing with his grief, deciding it was better to be honest to a friend than to lie about it.

“I don’t think punk will ever die. Especially if you have a say in it.” He teased, laughing at the other’s silly motions. As he listened, he felt like he understood a little better what the music and the fans really meant to Cyrek. He offered a sweet smile. “I think it’s fantastic that you haven’t let anything get to your head, that you’re still all about the fans and the music instead of about money. I don’t like when people get that way. I’m glad you’re staying you, no matter what.” He said simply. Cyrek was always going to be an interesting guy, different, and a little weird. But that was who he was, and he didn’t seem to have an issue with it. When the topic turned to drugs, Nathan frowned, not really liking the topic. He’d seen what some drugs could do to people and it wasn’t fun. “I’m really glad you’re clean, Cyrek. It’s important to take care of yourself.”

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“It’s just difficult to talk about,” the younger male spoke honestly in return, shrugging his shoulders and looking down at the mug, contemplating it. Yes, living with it in silence outside of his psychiatrist had been difficult but not unbearable. Medications had managed it from eighteen, and before that, it had been simpler. In fact, now that he knew where it came from, he was sure that it had only grown extremely severe as a result of his attack. “People still like to stigmatize and then… talking about it makes you sound crazy so…” The word crazy does feel awfully like poison in his mouth, yet he’s been called it before. Orion still remembered one of his late nights in the diner, asking a stranger to help him with a word he couldn’t come up with and floundering to describe it, receiving that in return. He had his physical ticks with it too– somehow, he had smothered them down enough to avoid being like those he had met in the mental institution Cyrek had briefly belonged to as a teenager who rocked back and forth, put their hands on their head, talked to themselves at length. “Thank you,” he decided to say finally, looking up at him, “For being… as nonjudgmental as possible.” Curiously listening to Nathan’s answer to his question, he nodded his head, wishing he could share the same sentiment about his own hometown. As much as he loved Meteora, he unfortunately didn’t remember much about it in terms of being his home. His brother had the blessing of being more sentimental over it. “I prefer the beaches in Europe to California. There are some parts of California I miss, though. It’s easier to drive there, for one.” 

“I could see why. Mental health is a really personal thing, it’s not something you’d share with a stranger, more often than not.” Nathan thought for a minute and nodded. “People just don’t really understand. Not that I could ever begin to fully understand your situation. But it is stigmatized a lot, you’re right about that. I’m sorry. I wish that it wasn’t. I’m sorry that you’re going through all of this.” It felt a little wrong to apologize, but he wasn’t sure what else to do. He really did feel bad for his friend. Living with something as serious as schizophrenia was something that seemed so awful. “Oh, yeah, it’s no problem at all. I’m never going to judge you, Orion. Especially not for things out of your control.” He assured him softly. Smiling, he shook his head. “Maybe one day I’ll go to Europe and see what you’re talking about.”

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What are your favorite movies?

“Blade Runner and The Fifth Element.”

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What annoys you more than anything in the world?

“When people disrespect, belittle, or abuse another person.”

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What do you find attractive in a person?

“How much they care about other people. That probably my number one. I can’t be with another person who isn’t caring, I’ve already gone through that enough times.”