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eli-stjames‌

ELI: holy shit ELI: ????????? ngl i thought u were dead ELI: so glad ur not tho and i will come thru asap! 

JO: hanging in there 😎 but ya know JO: i’ve heard that a lot lmao do ppl really think i’m dead tho? JO: fuck yesss! ur a life saver

dm: open

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text | jo & archer 🤞🏻👯‍♀️

ARCHER: not much, just indulging myself with junk food.

ARCHER: it’s only gonna feel like that for a little bit and then it’ll get better, i’m sure of it. i know the weird part is bad, but is the reality tv part a bad thing?

ARCHER: and y’know if you ever need anything i’m always here.

JO: we love that for you

JO: i guess it's not bad but i'm not exactly the snooki of lima. i hate people looking at me funny

JO: thanks man

JO: hey, just throwing this out here. did you hear a rumor that i fucking died?

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eli-stjames‌

@limastarters​

ELI: doing some drop offs 🍁hmu if u need anything

JO:  bring me some grass girl!!!!! i’m fucking dying out here

dm: open

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leo-mccarthy‌

closed starter @jorutherford​

Leo’s last few weeks had been a complete whirlwind. He wasn’t usually a nostalgic person, but even he was starting to feel a little emotional about high school being almost over. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had just gotten into a relationship, or maybe it was the fact that he was scared of the future or scared of leaving certain people he loved behind. Whatever it was, it was making him feel off as he moved into the final phase of the school year. With so much going on, Leo was distracted. He couldn’t focus on school, so he was making a bad habit of skipping classes. Today was one of those days. Leo was supposed to be going to AP French, but decided instead to spend his 4th period in his car reading a book or driving around and listening to music. He walked through the halls with his head down, dragging his feet as he weighed his options. Since he wasn’t paying attention, it was no surprise that his shoulder collided with that of someone else’s. “Fuck,” he muttered, whipping his head around to see who the person was. He froze. “Jo,” he breathed out, jaw hung open at the sight of her. He blinked a couple of times, genuinely unsure if this was real. Before Ivy, Jo was the closest thing Leo had to a relationship. She was his first everything, except love, but maybe if either one of them had been braver she would’ve checked that box, too. “My God,” he sighed out, pulling her into a hug without thinking. Last he’d heard, Jo was in rehab. The story checked out, since she wasn’t at school, but they weren’t really hooking up or speaking when that all went down. Not because something bad had happened between them necessarily, but because their feelings for each other came in waves. Sometimes they were on, sometimes they were off. None of that mattered now though. He was just happy to see her. “I don’t know if I should say this, but I’m about to skip class,” he told her, eyeing the exit door like an invitation. “Do you wanna…?” 

             jo was a school person before this all happened.  she genuinely liked school.  the material came easy to her,  and it was a great place to people watch.  the brunette kinda just blended into the background.  it wasn’t something that she disliked,  but not something she liked either.  that was until the drugs.  now,  the stares bothered her intensely.  lima was one of those towns where everyone knows everything.  jo didn’t exactly hide her problem,  and the news seemed to spread fast when she went to rehab.  it was fourth period and gym was something she despised.  if it was useful,  maybe she’d give a shit.  she even tried going.  it was as if she had a spidey sense all the sudden and knew the udder bullshit spewing from people’s mouth.  the catch of a simple  ‘i thought she died!’  was enough to set her off.  this was not happening today.  so,  she walked out.  the plan was to just head home,  until there was a crash of her into another person.  “ hey,  what the fuck?! ”  jo exclaimed before she saw who it was.  leo.  ah,  leo.  now they went back.  all the firsts were more important to her than she’d ever let on.  it’s not like there wasn’t feelings.  they were just never acted upon more than the couple hookups that they pretended didn’t involve them.  shock covered her face and before she knew it,  she was being pulled into a hug.  and she smiled.  a real smile,  not one that she gave others out of politeness.  “ no shit. ”  she shook her head as she rubbed his back in the embrace.  she let go after a moment,  taking it all in.   jo was glad to see that he wasn’t treating her like the rest,  that they were still good.  her smile peaked when asked to leave,  “ hell yes.  can we grab food or something and catch up?  i’m fucking starving.  i’m sure i missed a bunch of shit. ”

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text | jo & archer 🤞🏻👯‍♀️

ARCHER: how you holding up, homeslice?

ARCHER: is everything all good in the hood?

JO: archer!! dude what's up?

JO: it's going :/ it feels weird to be back. really fuckin weird. i feel like i'm on reality tv without the cameras and shit

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rubyzizes‌

It wasn’t unlike Ruby to spend her free period under the bleachers smoking or working on a new conquest. This time, it was the former, and because Ruby had run out of juul pods, she was smoking a cigarette. As she smoked, she was flippantly scrolling through instagram and occasionally double tapping on the images that piqued her interest. This really hadn’t been her week and she was just excited for the day to be over so that she could enjoy her weekend and fucking relax. Ruby occasionally had company when she was chilling under the bleachers, but the last person she was expecting to see was Jo Rutherford. The second she heard her voice, the girl peeled her eyes away from her phone and looked up at her friend—or…were they friends? She honestly wasn’t sure where they stood since their big blow up fight before Jo went to rehab. They were on such bad terms that Ruby didn’t even know she had gotten out of rehab. 

“Holy fuck,” she breathed out, blowing out the smoke from her last hit at the sight of a pale, sunken, sober Jo. For a moment they just stared at each other. Ruby honestly didn’t know what to say. On one hand, she was still upset about what Jo had said to her…but on the other hand, she knew how addicts operated. She knew that when they had fought, Jo wasn’t in her right mind. She was torn between wanting to walk away from her and wanting to run up to her and hug her. “Yeah, okay,” she finally decided, taking a final pull from her cig before she dropped it on the ground and stomped out the lit end with the bottom of her shoe. “We can talk,” she said softly, crossing her arms and chewing on her bottom lip as she waited for her friend to say her piece.

       a shaky sigh huffed from her chapped lips.  jo rarely admitted her wrongs,  and would rather move past them than have a confrontational heart to heart.  but,  this needed to be done.  this was one of her closest friends,  and a part of her didn’t realize the dent this would put in their friendship when she had said what she did.  only a part of her.  she knew damn well she fucked up,  and it hurt.  some times,  late at night over the past month,  she’d think about what ruby would be doing.  what she would say,  the words of encouragement of how well jo was doing.  if only i didn’t fuck up.  as they looked at each other in silence for that moment,  her weight shifted back and forth on her feet.  

       “ okay... ”  she answered hesitantly.  jo had the demeanor of a small child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar,  guilt plastered over her features.  her hands slowly pulled out the slightly crumbled paper in her hoodie pocket.  it had been a while since she wrote it,  but every word she had meant.  the sharpie labeled  ‘THINGS YOU NEED TO SAY TO RUBY:’   stuck out like a sore thumb with the bulleted list.  she had read it in group therapy,  hoping the practice would help for the real thing.  it didn’t.  “ i ... love you.  and i’m sorry.  really fucking sorry. ”  her voice broke,  the tears starting in her eyes made them dart immediately at the ground.  “ i should have never said what i did.  it was bitchy --- and not in the good way.  i didn’t mean it.  you’re empowering and inspirational and supportive.  i fucking treated you like shit because you were looking out for me.  maybe i was afraid of help?  that’s not a very good reason.  it’s barely a reason actually. ”  jo laughed sadly,  only for a second as she breathed quickly.  “ you’ve been one of my best friends since forever.  maybe middle school isn’t forever,  but you’ve always been there.  we’ve always just been.  i wouldn’t blame you if you wanted me out of your life,  rubs.  i really wouldn’t. ”  there’s a small sniff of her nose,  and her eyes moved to look at ruby.  there was this therapy thing,  the whole ‘think about talking to your younger self’.  it was as if for a second they were just two little girls,  trading their secrets in the tree house at her dad’s.  but,  reality hit quick.  they weren’t those little girls anymore.  “ i’m not asking for your forgiveness.  i just miss you.  i really fucking miss you. ”

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closed starter : @rubyzizes​

    jo fucking hated this.  she hated feeling guilty and especially hated knowing that she fucked this all up.  rehab had taught her about forgiveness and second chances,  and maybe she was lucky enough to get one with ruby.  she said some awful shit the last time they spoke,  though it was all a blur.  but,  the one thing she did remember was slut shaming ruby out of some weird defensive mechanism.  that was the only way she could describe it.  the girl was obviously fucking up,  and she didn’t have to be cruel just because ruby was trying to help.  it was kinda funny.  to only when see looking back on things sober just how badly one situation could change everything.  they had been best friends since she moved to lima,  which seemed like forever ago.  would this one fight change really change them?  did ruby hate jo now?  she’d have to see.

     thankfully,  jo knew exactly where ruby hung out around this time.  as she made her way to underneath the bleachers,  her palms sweat.  it wasn’t like she didn’t want to reconnect,  but it was as if this was forced.  like she needed to be forgiven because she didn’t really have anyone else like ruby.  fuck it.  “ hey, ruby? ”  jo cleared her voice and spoke up,  her eyes barely meeting the other.  this was embarrassing.  “ can we ... talk?  or  i can just talk and you can listen.  i just need to talk to you. ”

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miles-santiago‌

“This new school I’m in is so weird. The Glee club is popular, like… what?” Miles rolled his eyes remembering his first meeting with some of the guys in that crowd. “And they’re pretty rude as well. Warblers or something.” Week one and he was already low-key being bullied by a singing troupe. Good job, Miles.  @limastarters​

       “ welcome to lima. ”  her tone was teasing,  raising her eyebrows a bit as she sent a smile to him.  “ i mean,  it’s a school for the arts,  man.  kinda has to be popular.  doesn’t mean you’ve gotta like it.  sorry people have been dickheads,  though.  that’s just how people are sometimes.  almost unavoidable.  did you do anything,  or are they just assholes? ”

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[jorutherford]

{ zendaya, cisfemale, she/her } - hey look it’s { josephine “jo” rutherford }!! i heard they are { 18 } and a { senior } in { high school }!! someone also told me that they are {+expressive, +wise } and { -moody, -addictive } but it could be just a rumor! { gabby, 19, she/her, EST }

!!! TW: DRUGS,  TW: ADDICTION,  TW: ABUSE !!!

hey loves!  it’s gab,  back w my third love,  jo! 

summary:  jo has recently returned from rehab,  has been away for about a month.  she’s been doing her school work online and is set to graduate!  she currently has no idea what the fuck she is doing afterwards!

jo had always been the kid to keep to herself.  have a few friends here and there,  filling everything else with sketching little things or dancing.  it helped her,  brought the words out of her mouth when she had no idea what they were suppose to be.  she was happy enough.  she moved to lima in middle school after being in columbus.  it wasn’t a horrible move,  but she still missed her old life.  though,  her mother wanted to be closer to her family as jo’s grandparents were getting sick.

her parents got along up until the end of her junior year.  matt was a quiet man,  while her mother,  sophia,  did most of the talking.  her mother cheated on matt,  something about wanting more in life than what lima had to offer.  that was the only reason that jo could make sense in her head anyways.  that started a spiral of which she hadn’t seen anything alike.  she’d heard of it, of course.  then again,  jo only saw it half of the time when she was living with her mother.  the pills and alcohol.  the way she’d get nasty and mean when she wasn’t sober.  that was most of the time.  sophia took the hit pretty hard of her split with matt.  and to be fair,  so did he.  in return,  so did jo.  she got to see it all.  

she could handle it.  with her mom all messed up,  she could get out of the house more.  see her friends,  or go wherever she wanted whenever she wanted.  it’s not like she didn’t try to help.  sophia rutherford was a very stubborn person.  one that felt as if help was a personal attack against her.  one that would apologize for everything in the morning with breakfast and not an actual apology.  jo lived with it,  barely ever up to fight unless she knew her mother was too fucked up to remember it.  until one night.  the beginning of her senior year,  jo said fuck it.  fuck everything!  if her mother wasn’t sober,  why was she?  she was old enough to make her own decisions.  it’s not like she hadn’t done anything.  though,  it had only been weed and alcohol until that night.  she took a couple of her mom’s valiums.  jo felt on cloud nine.  all the pain was taken away.  the pain of knowing that nothing ever stayed the same,  that two people could never just be happy.  one always wanted more.  all of it was gone and simply replaced.  that was the start of it all.

that summer was really a blur to jo.  the parties,  the drugs,  the fights with her mom.  she did a lot of her best work high.  not that she wanted it,  she didn’t want to be an addict.  it was better than dealing with this shit sober.  the only downside was hiding it from her dad.  she didn’t care who knew what,  but her dad?  there was no way in hell she’d have him know.  he was her biggest fan,  and sometimes,  her greatest friend.  jo liked to say she got most of her genetics from him.  most.

the start of this year was when sophia and matt’s long divorce was finalized.  jo dealt the way she knew best.  that was until recent.  during an angry fight,  sophia lashed out and this time,  jo fought back.  all the threats of living with her dad full time were going to be made true.  sophia put her hands on jo,  holding her against the wall with some screaming.  and finally,  a big slap to the left side of jo’s face.  she said fuck it and didn’t go back.  

it had been good living with her dad,  the best even.  that didn’t get rid of the pills,  though.  it was a problem that jo simply ignored.  that was until things got messy and her bag was left out.  pills and the money,  it was something matt couldn’t let stand.  he confronted her,  and she broke.  crying,  screaming,  and the truth about her mother spilled from her lips.  matt hated to see his daughter so ... broken.  so,  that’s how she ended up in rehab.

she learned a lot.  that she adored graphic novels and how maybe one day she could make her own.  that she missed dancing by herself.  how to talk about her feelings and just let them spill.  how to actually listen to others.  she had been so caught up in her own shit that she never stopped to think how much shit so many other people had.  she learned she hated pudding.  you can only get so much.  she had spent about thirty days there,  and now back with her dad,  she was nervous.  nervous,  but excited to be back.

at this time,  jo will have only been back for a few days and is VERY fragile.  she misses the drugs,  of course she does.  but,  she misses herself.  she’s trying to find who she is in what she believes is a little time that is coming to an end.  

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