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It was an understatement to say Carson was nervous. He had spent all last night struggling to bake and frost nine cupcakes that had to be redone several times. His whole family had gotten in on the baking process and he quickly learned why his dad and sister never stepped foot in the kitchen unless food was already there waiting to be devoured. By the time they were done, everyone begged him to figure out an easier way to ask someone to something as meaningless as a school dance. It didn’t just stop there though. As rich as Carson’s family was, he was broke. Too broke to pay for sheet music, but he was dead set on singing to Micah. While his sister often said that he sounded like a dying toad whenever he tried to sing, he had enough people tell him otherwise to decide it was a good idea. But singing a song he couldn’t afford to properly learn meant having to play by ear, which was never a good idea. He didn’t have very long to ask before someone else could, so he spent every other minute struggling through learning the chords as well as the lyrics. At this point, they were etched into his brain, but he was still afraid he would forget them. He bribed the front office ladies to give him Micah’s schedule and got to each of his classes early, asking the teacher where he sat, and put a cupcake on his desk. The first one came in a box with a note asking him to put them all there in order. All together the cupcakes said Will You Go To The Dance With Me ? It was perfect as long as he didn’t put one on the wrong desk or worse, if Micah didn’t show up to see them. That was the worst case scenario and honestly, he didn’t know what he would do if that happened. By the time last period came around, he was sitting on the teacher’s desk with his guitar waiting for him to show up. When he finally got there, Carson just started strumming so it would be too late to chicken out. 

“Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?

Phone lights up my nightstand in the black

Come here, you can meet me in the back

Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you

Oh damn, never seen that color blue

Just think of the fun things we could do

‘Cause I like you This ain’t for the best

My reputation’s never been worse, so

You must like me for me

We can’t make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

But you can make me a drink Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you’re in my head?

‘Cause I know that it’s delicate 

Is it cool that I said all that

Is it too soon to do this yet?

‘Cause I know that it’s delicate

Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?

Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?”

Carson stopped singing and stayed silent for a while before muttering “So, will you go to the dance with me?“ 

Micah could not believe as he walked into class, Carson was there playing his guitar. ���Carson, what are you-” Then he started singing. “Oh my God.” He let out a chuckle and turned away, moving to his desk, which had a box of cupcakes in them that he was afraid to even look at. His face blushed, his cheeks were on fire and Carson was singing him a damn song in the middle of class. He covered his mouth as he glanced around awkwardly, shaking his head. “Why are you like this…” He muttered. And after it was all over, Carson asked him to the dance. “Oh my God, okay.. Yes, you didn’t have to do that just to ask me to a dance.” He started grinning like an idiot. As embarrassing as it might have been, nobody had ever gone through these extremes to ask him to anything before. “You’re nuts, by the way.”

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therealcarsontaylor‌:

“If it’s not true, what is it? I am, but so is everyone else. You’re biased against yourself. I just so happen to be biased towards you.” 

He gave the other a slight glare back, “Nevermind, I know I’m not winning this debate.” He let out a sigh. “I’m not even sure that’s how it works, Carson.” He let out a light chuckle. “But I guess I’ll let you have this one.” He did just get dumped and everything, Micah shouldn’t argue so much right now.

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therealcarsontaylor‌:

“I don’t even have to explain it, you just proved my point. Someone who was actually confident would say ‘yeah, Carson, you’re right. I’m a sexy motherfucker.’ Instead, you accusing me of lying. I will have you know that you are my hottest friend and that’s saying something because as many flaws as Elissa has personality wise, her face is pretty damn great.” 

“I didn’t say you were a liar exactly.” He crossed his arms as he looked back at the other. “Still don’t think it’s true, though.” He muttered a bit quieter. “I think you’re just a little bias, though, Carson.” He said, biting his lip. After all, how many of his friends did he have sex with anyways other than Micah? He was a little afraid to ask.

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therealcarsontaylor‌:

“I wish I could say I know exactly who that is, but I don’t. That sounds like a terrible idea. Not the part where he thinks you need more confidence because you definitely do, but the exercise part. If anything exercising makes me feel worse about myself and I’m pretty confident. Can’t imagine what it would do to you. I mean, you’re one of if not the hottest guy in Northlake and I’m pretty sure you look in the mirror like you’re in a funhouse.” 

When Carson said Micah needed the confidence, his face scrunched and he gave him the look. “What’s that suppose to mean?” He pouted ever so slightly. He rolled his eyes at the last comment. “I think you’re the one looking at the wrong reflection. I’m the farthest thing from hottest in school.” He slowly shook his head. “I’m a pretty average looking human, I’d like to think.”

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julesrigby‌:

Neither of them were mentioning it, but they were both thinking the same thing. Northlake had enough atmosphere on its own, even without Halloween around the corner. “But what does it say about me that I can’t leave them in their innocent world? Seriously, it’s gotten to the point where other people cover their eyes at some parts and I don’t.” Desensitization, or sociopathic tendencies? “Yeah, me too. I’m still… after the summer.” Quickly, she shook her head, not wanting to feel sad. “But it’s okay. It’ll be okay. We’ll stick together, you know?”

He shook his head, “Hey, if they’e in Northlake, there is no such thing as an innocent world. Unless you’re still a baby. Anyone that’s still ignorant to what’s going on is in big trouble around here. People need to know to be careful. And not throwing dangerous parties on the anniversary of a student disappearing a year ago.” Did he sound a bit salty? Probably. But was he right? He thought so. That end of summer party was not okay. “Of course.” He smiled back at her. “You know I got your back. Us horror buffs know exactly what to do- and what not to do. Their are rules, after all.” 

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thatdudebellamy‌:

Okay, Micah is giving him a bigger run for his money than he realized. Bellamy glances at him over his shoulder, heart rate kicking when the boy’s awfully close to himself. See, this is why he missed being on a team or competing with other people – training with himself all of the time, he’s completely forgotten how people can surprise you. And how they have their own strengths they can whip out at you to throw you off. Bellamy himself was getting pretty winded, what with all of the energy he exerted at the start. He’s actually just neck and neck with Micah now, falling behind from his edge over the boy. “This is good,” he says in between ragged breaths, trying to will himself into a sprint but is feeling too winded. “If you beat me with the lap, I’ll only make you do one set of everything–” A threat? A challenge? Either way, it gets his heart pumping in a good way.

How dare this boy make him run like this. This was so not okay right now. And for whatever reason, he was allowing it. It wasn’t like he couldn’t run, or he wasn’t fast, or he couldn’t do it. But it was mostly just the fact that he didn’t want to have to do any of it. He was a swimmer, he never needed to worry about running around. But now here he was, right next to Bellamy as they ran side by side, one of them about to pass the other. “Only a set, huh?” He asked, panting for air as his felt his lung really getting to work. “Well, maybe I’ll just-” He felt one foot stick in front of the other, forcing him straight down to the ground. Before he knew it, his cheek was on grass and his body let out a groan from his rather abrupt fall. “Well... saw that coming..” He muttered.

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therealcarsontaylor‌:

“Nothing ruins the happiest place on earth.” He couldn’t help but start laughing at Micah’s topic changer. “Of course you did, you fucking klutz. I’m honestly surprised you’ve made it this long with the amount of accidents you seem to have.”

He nodded his head, agreeing with him. “That’s why I prefer land to water.” He shrugged. He just did so much better there. “Now I have Bell trying to get me to exercise on land and stuff. He thinks I need more confidence, or something, can you believe it?” 

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julesrigby‌:

“I hate being judged for eating. It’s one of my favorite activities. Besides scary movies. Which is why Halloween is the best holiday of all time.” Except maybe Christmas. “All my friends end up liking it because I can’t shut up about it. Help me, I’m turning people to the dark side. – Hmm. They say Clara Bow had red hair, so I’ll probably try to pull off one of her looks. Minus the brows.” She would sacrifice a lot for a good costume, just not her brows. “Do you mean quiet, like…”

“Have to agree with you there.” It was also his favorite. But it’s hard to enjoy it when you live in a town that very much reminds him of most towns from half the movies he’s seen. “The dark side is where they should have been from the start.” he smiled, proud that she’s ‘concerting’ more people. “Quite like... everyone safe and sound by the end of the night. That kind of quiet.”  

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therealcarsontaylor‌:

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He sighed out. “This is gonna make our trip to Disneyland really awkward though. I was nervous that Eli would feel like a third wheel to me and Anissa, but I guess it’s gonna be the opposite. I know, but I would feel bad if I invited you over here to talk about my problems, so let’s talk about literally anything else.” 

“At least it’ll be... Disneyland?” He shrugged, trying to poke at a little hope. But he wasn’t getting much as he sighed at his own remark. “Okay, that’s fair. Well, I got bloody nose in the dark room recently. That was.. fun.” He grinned.

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therealcarsontaylor‌:

“Nope. Our friendship isn’t ruined, we’re just not together anymore. I think this is what we both needed to happen, so you don’t have to worry that you messed anything up. I told you because I thought you should know not because I thought I needed to. I’d rather tell you upfront instead of having it come out later at a worse time.” 

He nodded, “Okay, yeah.” He took a breath. “But you’re okay, though? A breakup and is still a breakup, whether it needed to happen or not. You can talk to me about it, if you need too. I’m good at listening.” 

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thatdudebellamy‌:

Once Micah runs off, Bellamy counts to 10 in his head to give the boy a head start. When the seconds are up, he darts to Micah’s starting point and attempts to catch up. It takes some effort on Bellamy’s part because Micah’s a little faster than he predicted but he keeps in mind his former training and the time he ran the gauntlet back at Southbank to get enough momentum in him going. Soon enough, he’s sort of caught up with the boy – but not without getting his heart rate super up there. “Did I mention I’ll be racing you?” He says in between breaths. He pushes himself, willing himself to edge past Micah just a bit. Bellamy loves a bit of competition. Without all of the training and atmosphere of being on a team, he hasn’t been as competitive as he normally could be, but this was one of the reasons he invited Micah out today. Kind of like a two birds with one stone thing. He needed a bro to get his adrenaline and competitive side up.

Micah was only going to push himself so hard. After all, he knew there was way more happening than just this. And also, he just wasn’t a lover of running. He preferred his swimming. And while he was running, at a pretty decent pace, he noticed Bellamy catching up to him. “Wait- what!” And then he goes even harder past him. Micah’s mouth gaped as this was now and race. And he was very unprepared for it. “Get back here! This is so not okay!” he pushed himself harder, going faster and trying to catch up with him this time. And slowly he was gaining up to him. Good thing he had all that stamina from swimming.

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therealcarsontaylor‌:

“Don’t. I didn’t tell you so you could feel sorry for me. I’m fine, really. I just thought you should know.”

“So, I’m not supposed to feel bad at all?” he pouts, “That’s not really in my nature, you know, Carson.” He crossed his arms and looked away. “Thanks for telling me, but you know, I don’t want you to feel like you need too, either.” He looked back up to him. “Unless there was a specific reason you wanted to tell me.”

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julesrigby‌:

“And munch on all the noisy popcorn we want to without being death-glared at by someone in the row in front of us.” Those details were way too specific to be hypothetical, which was because it actually had happened before. “And you still call them best friends? You’re a stronger person than I am. Oh, I’m sure someone’s planning a party. Wouldn’t be surprised if there’s several. And there’s also that 20′s dance? Which, I don’t know if it coincides with Halloween but hey, costumes. I say yes to a movie marathon. Anything else distracts me too much from working.”

“All we have to do is eat and the older generation judges us silently.” He let out a smirk, shaking his head. Micah was the least rude person around, but he couldn’t help that popcorn was a loud food that they served at a movie theater. “Of course I can! I love all my friends, after all.” Just because some of them were more afraid of horror didn’t mean he cared any less. “Oh right! The dance, that’s very soon. Any ideas on what you’ll go as?” He nodded with a grin. “Awesome! Halloween marathon! Hopefully it’ll be a quiet Halloween, too.”

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therealcarsontaylor‌:

Carson laughed and went over to lay on the bed next to where Micah was sitting. “Basically. I know where everything is and that’s what matters. It was my fault for putting you in that situation, so it’s not all on you. She dumped me, by the way. She called me a bit after I stopped texting you and told me it was over.” 

He was stunned, to say the least, when Carson told him the news. “You-” He took a sharp breath and shook his head, now looking down. “I’m so sorry, Carson...” He knew the ‘it wasn’t your fault’ speech was coming, but he couldn’t help but feel to blame in a big way.

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thatdudebellamy‌:

Okay, he’s never heard that one before, but he’s pretty sure it’s another I’m a Water Boi not a Land Boi thing of Micah’s. Bellamy shakes his head, releasing a small laugh before he focuses his gaze on Micah again. “You’ll see,” is all he says about the gloves. “A lap around this area.” Bellamy gestures to the giant open field they were in. It was a pretty big rectangle surrounded by hedges to set it apart from the general paved area. It takes Bellamy about 3 minutes to run around it. He’d run an even bigger lap around the whole park earlier but he’s not about to let Micah do that. Especially, you know, since he was a Water Boi, or so he says. “Then come back here and we’ll do some workouts. Warm you up before we get to the real fun.” He winks at Micah.

Micah scanned the open area that they were basically standing in the middle of and sighed, knowing it was not going to be a very fun time for him. “Oh... boy.” He glanced back over to him. Why was he doing this again? That was the question he kept asking himself. With another sigh, he rolls his eyes. “Uhuh, sure, I bet... I’ll be back, I guess.” He said, pushing himself run over to the edge of the field and from there he, at his own pace, starts to run around the lap.

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therealcarsontaylor‌:

“The night is young, so don’t test me or I will take my pants off.” He warned playfully. “I’m not trying to make it a competition, but I haven’t been able to see my floor in years.” Carson had to resist the urge to hug him as a reply to his comment about being happy to be there, but he simply smiled instead. He opened the door to reveal that he wasn’t exaggerating too much. His floor was covered in sheet music, only being pushed aside in places he walked through often. There was a wall made up almost entirely of bookshelves with books sticking out in odd places due to a surprising lack of room. The only thing that looked as if it hadn’t been disturbed was the wall of polaroids and even that looked crowded. “Feel free to just sit on the bed, but be careful not to wake the demon.” 

He gave the other a look as he moved on. “You have a lot more that covers space than I probably, do, so I believe you.” A small smirk escaping his lips as they finally made it into his bedroom. And he wasn’t lying either, he had sheet music all over. “Is your floor the filing system?” he teased, going over to take a seat on his bed and let out a sigh, looking over at the little demon sleeping nearby. “Sorry things have been so weird lately, by the way.. I know that was probably mostly on me.” 

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thatdudebellamy‌:

“Ah, c’mon. Don’t be scared,” Bellamy encourages. “We’re just gonna do some ‘land boi’ things and hopefully teach you a thing or two before the day’s done,” he informs Micah. He hooks his arm over the boy’s shoulder and begins to walk him over to the equipment he brought. “First: we’re gonna run. We’ll do a quick lap and get your blood pumping,” Bellamy introduces. “Then, we’ll use that–” He comes to a stop in front of his things, nodding his head towards the boxing equipment he brought along. Focus mitts and a pair of gloves. He also brought a second pair of gloves but they were still in his bag. He’d surprise MIcah with those later. “You ready?” He asks, gripping Micah on the shoulder. “Take a lap for me.”

He let out a sigh, “You can’t teach an old fish knew land tricks, you know, Bell.” He smiled back at him. Of course he appreciated everything Bellamy wanted him to do, he was afraid he’d only disappoint in the end. He looked over at the boxing gloves and raised a brow “You want me... to punch you?” He asked with a vacantly worried expression. “Right now?” He asked, pointing behind him. “What am I- uh... lapping, exactly?”