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anyone want a cup’a tea while i’m makin’ one? speak now or forever hold your peace or somethin’.

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fuckin heell ll ll ll ll i am in such demand suddenly

but im back now hello if u wanna plot! hmu on aim @ sopchuey 

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--- amcrias

anna maria crossed her arms over her chest in a sort of defensive stance, because in all reality the way macca was beginning to speak was scaring her, and the illusion of bravery was better than what she actually had to offer up. the truth was she’d never really had to stand up for herself before - she had only ever defended her brother, letting people walk all over her whenever they wanted to. she didn’t know how to stand up for herself, so she stood in front of him with her arms crossed, in complete silence, taking a few steps backwards,away from him.

a shiver shot up her spine when he began to laugh, she’d never seen him this angry, or angry at all, for that matter. she’d only ever really seen him happy, and she realized in that moment that she really hardly knew him, and he hardly knew her. shuddering at the mention of her nearly killing macca’s friend, anna bit down on her tongue to distract herself from the images of the car crash, the image of their friend’s face. she jumped backwards when he slammed the door, now feeling more trapped than she already had.

she felt tears well up in her eyes when the name calling began, wincing at both the words he said and the way he said them. if her brother were here, he’d have lost his mind at the scenario that was currently playing out - but he wasn’t here. turning around now so that she didn’t have to look at macca any longer, anna maria kept her arms crossed and decided then that she did deserve to be stood up for, that she didn’t have to let him say whatever he wanted to without any consequences. “ first of all, ” she said quietly, voice shaky, “ i nevertoyed with anyone’s feelings. and i never tried to kill anyone. i’m sorry macca, that you feel that way, but i don’t have to stand here while you yell at me and call me names just because you know that you can. just because you know i won’t try to defend myself. ”

as soon as macaulay noticed the twinkling of tears brimming, the guilt was immediate and once again, he felt defeated -- almost. he watched her turn around, her back to him and when she spoke, the boy didn’t know how to feel; still guilty, still angry and upset, but at least she was speaking and wasn’t that better than nothing? so he continued to stare at the back of her head, a slight frown on his face. it was true that the pair didn’t know each other that well, considering the times they’d shared during their short period together and thinking that it was more than what it probably was, but macaulay didn’t believe for a second that she wouldn’t -- couldn’t -- defend herself. she was better than that. 

breathe. 

exhaling slowly, the boy leaned back against the cupboards and ran his hands up and down over his face, pushing his recently cut hair up into some messy front, his hair no longer long but now short and layered -- a change, he thought, something to help him feel different in the last few weeks before coming into the house. it clearly hadn’t done much, though. “anna, i’m not sayin’ you won’t stand up for yourself,” he muttered, voice muffled into the palms of his hands. he didn’t even have the energy to pull them away from his face. “you just... you didn’t even say you sorry, you didn’t even tell me where you goin’,” he muttered before finally lowering his hands and taking a big breath and letting out another slow exhale, his eyes low on the floor. “you just fuckin’... left. do you -- know how that can make someone feel? did you not even care, or--?” cutting himself off, his eyes were back to boring into the rear of her head, waiting for her to turn or do something.

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OH, well she certainly hadn’t been expecting that reaction from macaulay. in fact, she hadn’t expected to ever see him again after their time in spain. his words had hurt her, and the expression that was now on her face said it all. furrowing her eyebrows at him, anna maria was about to speak up, to try to defend herself, but before she could get a word out, she figured it was best to keep her mouth shut.

there was no point trying to defend herself when he clearly didn’t want to hear it, and she had a feeling he wasn’t done yet. she just sort of … stared at him, not sure exactly what he wanted her to say.

but when anna maria was being criticized, or spoken to in an obviously angry manner, she had never been good at dealing with it. in fact, she shut herself down, ready to take on whatever it was he had to say to her. clearly, he needed some sort of therapeutic anna maria - roast, and she’d let him have it.  this would surely make for good tv.

it was almost funny to macaulay that anna-maria stood in front of him in complete silence, because the look on her face screamed guilt -- it had to, or what else could it have meant that she stood there and took what he was giving her? it gave macaulay a hope that she was, if she hadn’t already, beginning to understand what she might’ve done to him... or she just didn’t care, which then really began to make his blood boil. 

“and you’re just fuckin’ stood there,” he mused, a bittersweet laugh forcing it’s way out of his mouth, which was wide and reminiscent of the cheshire cat, dimples scooping holes into his reddening cheeks but his eyes --- they weren’t twinkling, they weren’t happy ‘cause this wasn’t funny, this was fucking ridiculous. “you have the fuckin’ decency to show up ‘round me and be all fine an’ dandy and then you stand there and don’t fuckin’ give me anything when i come for ya’ --- you owe me all the fuckin’ apologies in the world, you almost killed my friend an’ you stand here like you can’t do anything wrong,” macca ranted, and by now the smile had disappeared and his body was turning, but not to leave --- he just wanted to hit something and ended up simply slamming the door shut, but at least it was some kind of release. 

“next time you make a friend i’ll just fuckin’ toy with your feelings some more an’ then try to fuckin’ kill ‘em and when you’re dealing with all that shit -- oh, don’t worry, i won’t be there to fuckin’ comfort you, you harsh cow,” he spat, and so what if his cheeks were now burning and his eyes were stinging because shit, who’d have thought a girl could’ve made him feel so fucking stressed until anna-maria? and she didn’t give a fuck. “fuckin’ give me somethin’,” he finally demanded, glaring at her. 

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“ oh! i guess i can speak for both of us when i say i didn’t expect to see you here. ”

staring at anna-maria in the light currently felt almost ethereal, and not because of the glow her cheeks gave. his blood kind of... tingled, but it didn’t boil, and why? well, there was a lot more to it; it hadn’t been just a quick fuck and a plan to part ways -- not until she’d almost fatally injured his best friend and left macaulay in the dust, feelings and all. 

and he continued to stare at her for a good second further before---

"who the fuck do you think you are, walkin' back in here like someone owes you a favour?"

it had been spat with obvious venom, a saying which, personally to macaulay, was a more polite version of simply: fuck off.

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“ ... “ 

“ you don’t even want to know about the revelation i had on the plane ride here, it’ll leave you straight up SHOOK. actually, you know what??? i’ll just tell you, i’ve been thinking that squirrels are really just tree rats, and nipples are like, certified boob hats?? but enough of that, because you know i can’t reveal ALL of my wisdom right away. we just got here, so i think we should play a game - truth or dare?? pick one. ” 

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i could never find the right way to tell you; have you noticed i’ve been gone?

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this is macaulay “macca” byers n hes a sick boyo 

basically he’s a scottish born lad but idk lets just say his accent has dwindled a lil since he moved when he was younger

he was raised by his mum more than his dad cos they got divorced ): 

he met a girl (probs a wanted connection in the near future) who he proper fell for n she gave him a baba 

but hes a bit of a dick tbh like it scares him that he has a kid and he tries to palm her off on his dad a lot so maybe bein in this place will make him realise how much he loves/needs his lil bby 

hes still protective of her tho like the thought of his ex comin back to see her makes his blood boil cos hes guilty of not being a proper dad cos hes too bloody scared, lil wuss over here but he hates the thought of his ex getting to see her when she lit didn’t want her AT ALL its sad

its fucked tbh

thats macca, he loves to party n needs to buck up his attitude !

plot with me

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if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms and if you like having secret little rendezvous if you’d like to do the things we know that we shouldn’t do  baby, i’m perfect for you

and if you like midnight driving with the windows down and if you like going places we can’t even pronounce if you’d like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about baby, you’re perfect so let’s start right now

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