#TLOASA (AMS)

[melz-367]

I am going on a three and a half hour car drive, and here is my list of priorities:

- write more chapters for the life of a short archer (a masonyew story)

- drink water

here is what I have accomplished so far:

- spend ten minutes listening to my friend's completely nonsense voicemail and praying it gets better (it didn't)

- argue with my brother over the correct way to pronounce 'zinc' (yes, like the element on the periodic table. Don't ask) (and yes, there are now apparently two ways to pronounce it. Someone pronounced it as 'seenk' instead of 'zink'. Atrocious)

- explain my English class to my parents after one of them asked how my day went and I launched into an explanation of Act 2, Scene 1 of Much Ado About Nothing (with quotations, yes I am that much of a nerd)

- argue with my brother (again) over sandwiches

- accidentally text my partner a long, sappy rant that I meant to send to a mutual friend, and follow it up by considering to jump out the window as my mother teased me about how bad I was blushing as I frantically deleted it (we've only been together for about three months, maybe four, and I am down BAD and they already have too much blackmail on me)

- stare at my waterbottle like it holds the secrets to life

- spend another ten minutes zoned out listening to music

- write this list

as you can see, I am feeling very productive today 👍🏻🙏🏻

[melz-367]

Tell me why ten-year-old Jake has actually decided that today is the day to be unreasonably sappy and wants to do a casual bit of character observation/deep forewarning on my boy Michael here like what is this factual response/deep poetic shit coming out his mouth right now I swear that was not me

Both boys willingly walked back to the pavilion, bantering good naturedly, and when Michael rubbed his arms to try and return some heat to them, Jake gently placed Cleo’s jacket over the son of Apollo’s shoulders, which was nice, as Michael had forgot he had that. He smiled gratefully and wriggled into it again, then poked Jake smugly. “Wishing you had a hoodie?” 

“Nope.” Jake smirked back, gesturing to himself. “I have internal heating. Unlike you.” 

Michael frowned and reached up to put one hand on the son of Hephaestus’ chest, scowling when he realised that Jake was actually still very warm, even through his t-shirt. “That’s unfair.”  

Jake smirked and shrugged. “You’re like sunshine, I’m like fire. The sun is hot, but because of its distance from the Earth, we don’t feel the effect of its warmth as strongly at first. Fire gives off more immediate warmth.”

“That-” He frowned again, glaring at the other boy. “That’s also not fair. I thought I was the son of the god of poetry?” 

Jake just grinned, shrugging again. “All I did was lay out the facts. You’re the one who interpreted it poetically.”  

^ tf is this??? ^

Jake my guy, I don't have the mental capacity for this right now

[melz-367]

gotta love flirting with your best friend and then friendzoning him-

He hummed softly, casually reaching out and twirling a strand of the other boy’s hair around his finger, and grinned as Jake blushed a deep shade of red, staring at him for a moment, then quickly looking away and clearing his throat. “Yeah, I take it back.” He said, voice strained. “You can definitely flirt. Gods, Michael.” Michael snickered, winking and leaning back, looking back towards Cleo, who had successfully got Max to fire a few shots close to the middle, which was impressive considering he was pretty sure the older boy couldn’t think straight right now. “Shame we’re just friends, then, if you’re that easy to fluster.” He teased, and Jake coughed again, voice still a bit tight. “Yeah, shame.”

🤦🏻‍♀️