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did you guys know about this oc stuff. you can just make a guy. big if true

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“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

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if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

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these are my mutuals. they know who they are

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do u ever write something and then come back to it years later and go "holy shit i wrote this?????"

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daily freewrite 001 : things you said under the stars and in the grass

Brooke was quiet. She didn’t want to break the silence she and Veronica had going, so she focussed on the weight of her body pressed into the blanket of grass beneath her. The stars were pretty, she supposed, but it was Ronnie who was a big advocate for them. She was the one who had wanted to go stargazing in the first place. Brooke sort of thought it would be a romantic sort of thing - she’d had a crush on Veronica since the seventh grade - but of course she was friendzoned once again. Who stargazes as friends? 

“I think I’m the biggest fan of Orion,” Veronica was saying, her pointer finger rising hovering above her body on the ground as she traced the stars in the air. “He’s so brave, and god, he knows how to rock a belt.” 

Brooke tried to follow Ronnie’s finger as she traced the constellation in the sky, but it was no use. There were too many stars in the sky, and it was like sensory overload for Brooke, who was diagnosed with ADD at a young age. She crossed one leg over the other and let out a sigh, unsure what to say. Anything that would have come out of her mouth would be downright embarrassing - she didn’t know anything about stars and the look on Veronica’s face always got her flustered. She was so calm, collected, innocent. Brooke had been through so much; she didn’t want to taint Ronnie’s perfect persona. 

Veronica was still babbling to herself about each of the constellations she would find in the sky, and Brooke had begun to tune it out. She had gotten lost in the sky’s beauty when she felt a nudge to her shoulder. The blond girl turned her head and found herself nose-to-nose with Ronnie, who was smiling subtly. 

“You okay over there, Bee?” Ronnie said, poking her companion’s forehead. “You went M.I.A.” 

Brooke smiled softly and replied, “Yeah, I’m fine, just a little distracted.” 

Veronica giggled. “Enamoured by the beauty the sky has to provide?” She turned her head back to the canvas above them and sighed. “Yeah, me too.” 

Brooke frowned. She wasn’t paying attention to what she said next: “No, not the stars. I mean, there’s lots of them and they’re cool and stuff, but I really couldn’t care less about them? I mean, they don’t compare to how pretty you are, and how bright you shine, and it’s not like I can love them the same way I love you, so why do they matter, y’know?” 

It was silent. All that could be heard at that moment was the subtle inhale-exhale of Brooke’s breath and the occasional hoot of the owl.

“You - what?” 

Brooke’s breath hitched. “I’m sorry.” She looked over at Veronica, to find her sitting up with feet flat on the ground. The blonde mirrored her friend’s movements and let out a heavy exhale. 

“You don’t . . . care about the stars?” Veronica looked damaged by the words. 

“No, I don’t.” Brooke paused. “I don’t care about them but you really do, and I want you to like me so I pretended like I knew what you were talking about.” 

“If you don’t care about stargazing, then why did you come out with me tonight?” 

“Because I thought it was a romantic thing!” Brooke responded, throwing hands in the air. “Because I thought you might finally be returning the feelings I’ve had for you for five years!” 

Veronica didn’t speak. Finally, she rose to her feet and said quietly, “It probably wasn’t a good idea to invite you out here tonight, Brooke. I should really be going.” 

Brooke. Ronnie never called her that anymore - it was always Bee. It had only ever been Bee. She watched as her dark-haired friend walked away, clutching her body and hunkering over. Tears started to fill her eyes. She stood, grabbed the blanket they were laying upon, and chased after her. 

“Ronnie!” Brooke called out, but the girl didn’t look back. “Veronica, wait, please! Let me explain!” She’d reached Ronnie’s car at that point, and her friend was just getting into the driver’s seat. Upon hearing Brooke’s voice, she quickly shut her car door and started the engine. Headlights blinded the blonde as they flicked on. 

“Veronica, please, are you really going to leave me out here? A walk back home is going to take like, an hour, and I don’t have my pepper spray!” 

The car took off, leaving Brooke alone in the dark. The hoots of the owl sent shock up her spine and she fell to her knees, clutching the blanket tight against her chest. 

“Fuck,” she breathed. “What did I do?”