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Lost Time // Luke Patterson

Summary: Things changed since Sunset Curve fell apart literally as three out of four members died before a gig. Leaving a sad girl behind Luke by chance runs into the reader with someone else. Death tore the couple apart, and time can’t fix this.

Warning: Talk of death, depression, angst and fluff

Words: 2.2k

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*For the sake of the story the time frame has been altered, it takes place in the mid-2000s. Also! I tried to make the reader as generalized as I could to make sure that everyone can relate. The reader is Alex’s sister, for inclusion that can be biological, adopted, half or stepsiblings. I want to make sure all people can be the reader.

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The 1990s was definitely some of the best years of your life watching your brother grow more comfortable in his identity. Alex had kept his sexuality secret, taking the frustration of the secret by learning how to play the drums. You would often be found curled on the chair listening to his growing talent; Alex was a great brother.

Alex found friends in three local boys Reggie, Bobby and Luke, even a little more than friends with Luke briefly. By 1991 the boys had formed a band Sunset Curve with each other and a loyal fan in you. By mid-1994 the band had a fanbase and some gigs, but playing The Orpheum was the goal.

Luke had admitted to Alex, he had feelings for you, and with a lot of encouragement from Alex, he approached you. Luke had been focused on music since his parents gave him his first guitar, so relationships weren’t even on the backburner.

“Hey.” Luke spoke, pressing a kiss to your cheek backstage, “Missed you.”

His hair tickled your skin, bringing a bright smile from the teenage boy and a deep blush from you, private time wasn’t as often as it once had been. After Luke’s fallout with his parents a few months back, he had couch surfed between Reggie and Alex’s rooms; he wasn’t allowed in yours.

“You saw me last night.”

“A monumental time.” Luke bent his bend to place a lingering kiss on your bare shoulder, his jacket having fallen down, “Three years together and a bright future ahead.”

Last night had been the third anniversary of your relationship and hopefully the previous night worrying on parents walking in, cheap dates Luke often felt guilty about. Luke knew in his bones playing The Orpheum tonight would open the door to a legendary future. A future where money wasn’t tight and he could you on dates he deemed acceptable for the love of his life.

Bobby voiced brought Sunset Curve’s lead singer back to that moment, you dropped from the stage to settle in the empty audience to watch the soundcheck. With a wink from Alex, he started making the beat to Now or Never, you beamed as they poured their souls into the song. The four were talented and made to be in a band together even if you didn’t really like Bobby.

Cringing at the awkward wink Bobby sent you turned on your converse to head to the bar for a glass of water. Thanking the bartender, you tuned out the conversation with the waitress and the band only jumping when arms wrapped around your waist.

“We’re getting street dogs.” Luke spoke, bringing your body to rest on his chest, “Do you want one?”

The thought of those street dogs honestly horrifying given they were cooked in some random guys car. The one time you tried, it had permanently tattooed the taste in your memories forever, and just remembering was vomit-inducing.

 “I’ll pass.” You wrinkled your nose, turning to wrap your arms around his neck, “I don’t know how you guys like those.”

“Tradition.” Luke shrugged caressing your cheekbone with the pad of this thumb. Gazing at features he wanted to wake up to for the rest of his life, “Still down with the plan?”

“The minute I’m eighteen, we go to the nearest chapel.” You grinned playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I’ll be waiting Rockstar.”

Luke pressed a long passionate kiss on your lips, pulling away to jog over to Alex and Reggie waiting at the door. Bobby having declined the street dog invitation to flirt with the waitress Rose. Alex waved before the door closed. Little did you know that would be the last time you saw them alive.

1995 was the worst year of your life. 1996 was the hardest, especially with the forever reminder of your love. You wouldn’t trade 1996 for the world however, only wishing for one change.

Los Angeles, 2004

Alex, Reggie and Luke had learnt a mere few days away from that life had drastically changed forever. Firstly, the three boys had died from eating the street dogs mere hours before performing on the stage of The Orpheum. Secondly, it was no longer 1995 but instead nearly ten years had past bringing the three ghosts into 2004.

The most jarring wasn’t being able to be heard playing music with a random girl named Julie but that the most constant part of the band no longer was there. You hadn’t died that night, and Alex was pretty sure you were still alive. Luke felt lost waking up without you beside him and the deep regret of not reconciling with his parents.

It would be a week before Luke would swallow his pride enough to orb himself into his unchanged childhood home. Emily, Luke’s mom, was in the well-worn chair knitting a scarf Luke recognized as his favourite colours. Mitch was in the kitchen, putting the groceries away. It was heartbreaking being invisible to his aged parents.

“Hey, Mom.” Luke sniffled sitting on the couch nearby staring at his silent mother, “Sorry for not visiting sooner.”

Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes feeling hopeless, not being able to ease his parents’ pain, the regret and guilt bubbling to the surface.

“How is Y/N? I bet she’s living in New York of London now. We promised to travel the world together. Part of me is guilty of wishing she had eaten a street dog that night so we could be together.” Luke sobbed, wrapping his arms around his midsection reminiscing on the beautiful girl he had unwillingly left.

“Hey.” Mitch spoke, kissing his wife’s forehead. Her eyes closing in contentment.

“I wonder if you know where Reg and Alex’s parents are. Reggie’s neighbourhood was torn down who knows when. It makes me scared to see if Alex and Y/N’s parents still have their place. I don’t think so. They lost their son.”

“Hey Luke.”

Luke glanced over his shoulder to see Alex at the door, reluctant to impose of Luke’s privacy.

“Yeah.”

“We’re rehearsing.” Alex spoke, smiling as the other teenager took one more wistful look at his parents before orbing out of his house to the Molina family’s garage. Minutes later, the front door opening and feet thudding brought the noise to the Patterson home.

“Grandma!”

A four-foot blue of green and black blur covered the room in seconds nearly sprawling Mitch to the floor. Why was that 1996 year difficult? Well, ’95 was when Sunset Curve tragically died, and a stick changed your life. ’96 was spent going through the last five months of pregnancy without Luke.

October 1995

You kept your lips pressed tightly together, unable to look at the smooth, shiny mahogany rectangle surrounded by flowers. Looking up meant the reality kicking in. Funerals sucked. Especially the third funeral in the last handful of days. It was surreal thinking that one week ago you had kissed your boyfriend and hugged your brother and now they were dead. Gone. Not even a goodbye.

“Are you okay?” The broke voice asked, gaining your attention. Swollen red eyes matching yours held unimaginable pain. While the last few months had been icy with your parents, it didn’t mean losing one of their kids didn’t sting.

“I will be.” You whispered clasping your hands over the scratchy black velvet dress, one you had worn three times too many.

The sobs broke out seeing the best picture Alex had taken in his life, it encapsulated his best features; his beaming smile and kind, caring eyes. Alex was gone. Your brother was gone because he ate a bad hot dog with his friends. You would never see your boys again. Never feel Luke’s skin or share a laugh with Alex or complain about things with Reggie. You wouldn’t get to meet in the chapel with Luke wearing second hand ‘fancy’ clothing. In one night, your life changed.

It changed further seeing the two lines on the test later that night. The heartache growing. The baby you carried would never meet his uncles and his Dad. Would never hear them play or learn to play. ’95 and ’96 sucked ass.

You sighed, closing the door to follow the rambunctious ball of energy into the living room where he entertained Mitch and Emily. Some days it was difficult to stare into the green eyes he inherited from his father.

“Benjamin Lucas.” You spoke crossing your arms, meeting the gaze of the eight-year-old boy, “What did I say?”

“To not runoff.” Ben quietly replied, playing with his hands. His messy brown hair, in need of a trim, falling into his eyes, “Sorry Mom.”

“Please don’t do it again.” You gently told the little boy elated as he quickly found the toy box in the corner of the room.

Ben was loved deeply by Mitch and Emily, who had stepped up when your parents made the decision to sell your childhood home. Wanting Ben to know his paternal grandparents, you had struggled to find an apartment and job to say in the neighbourhood. Since the baby was the last part of their son, the Patterson parents’ had welcomed you into the home where you stayed until Ben was two.

“Do you want us to come around for Luke’s birthday?” You questioned sitting on the love seat, the same love seat you had made out on with Luke many times during movies.

The room turned sad at the question and reminded that for the ninth year, you would celebrate Luke’s birthday without him. A day where Ben wouldn’t fully understand. Emily simply nodded her head.

 “Have you met anyone?” Mitch asked, leaning over to clasp his hands together. For the last few years, they had been pushing you to date. They wanted your happiness and for Ben to have a father even if Luke couldn’t be it.

“Mama can we stay here tonight?” Ben’s innocent voice cut the tension, saving you from answering the question again. Mitch and Emily each nodded their heads at the question, unable to tell the young boy no.

“Have you ate?” Emily asked, turning to look at you in concern. The chuckle left your mouth at the question she frequently requested, she missed cooking for more than two.

“We had pasta before we came.” You replied, turning to gaze out the window to the dark sky, “I should put Ben to bed.”

The soft whine from your son and denial was a nightly routine and very much a mirror image to Luke’s character as well. With a smile, Emily held out her hand to her grandchild, she was notoriously the only one able to get Ben to sleep fast.

 “Come on Bug.”

It seemed the universe was keeping Luke from seeing you and discovering Ben, but when that night came, he was shocked. Emily was curled up on the patio couch, watching Ben in the newly bought sandbox. The patio doors opened. Inside, Mitch had invited a stranger who knew his son into the house.

 “I think I heard the doorbell. I’ll be right back.” Emily called out to you. You had found shade under the tree reading a new book.

The soft cry had you up and running to Ben before you even realized, on his knee was a bleeding wound. You had already scooped the boy into your arms to quickly get into the kitchen. The moment your foot stepped into the home, the sound of a familiar voice and song filled the house.

Gently placing Ben on his feet, you followed the sound to the living room. Across the room behind a young girl stood a boy.

“Luke.” You breathed floored at the sight of the teenager who looked exactly like he did back in ’95. The ghost singing widened his eyes at yours, taking in the mature features and change of fashion.

He continued to sing the song Unsaid Emily he had written as an apology to his mom following the last big fight. The song he never got to show her. His voice faded as the ending of the song came around.

“Mama!” Your attention broke from Luke’s when a tiny hand reached for yours. The pain in his voice bringing you back to the most important part of your life, “It hurts Mama.”

Despite being sad, Mitch was the one to cross the room to lift the little boy into his arms. Placing the little boy on the counter, the man gently wet a paper towel to wash the area.

“I think he needs stitches.” Mitch sighed, furrowing his brows.

“Who is that?” Luke asked the Molina girl. The girl shrugged taking in the features she could recognize. Julie asked Emily.

“That’s Ben.” Emily beamed, looking over her shoulder at the little boy that filled the void of Luke’s death. It didn’t fix the wound or erase the pain, but Ben’s existence helped with the loss as he was a precious gift, “When Luke passed away his girlfriend Y/N found out she was pregnant with Luke’s baby.”

The choked sob fell from Luke’s mouth echoed by the thud of his knees, hitting the floor in the pure shock. The heartbreak painted so clear Julie was sure she could feel Luke’s agony.

God, why did Luke have to eat that fucking street dog. Fuck his band dreams. Nothing hurt as bad as finding out about Ben and Y/N having to be a single parent.

“I have a son?” Luke cried, orbing himself as far as he could from the Patterson home and his most tremendous loss.

Part Two

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I choose you- Marco Peña x reader

@rayof-sunnie said: Hi! I absolutely love your Marco fanfics and I hope to see more of them, since I literally fell in love with him. I was wondering if you can write a fanfic where the reader (a singer) knows Marco is falling out of love with her and she lets him go and it’s all sad and angst but bam he realizes she’s the one after she sings I choose you by Alessia Cara. Sorry if it’s too much to ask

A/N: Thankyou so much for sending this prompt! I’ve noticed this is a recurring quote during requests and I just want to say that no request is ever too much, I enjoy writing and I love turning your prompts into something real! <3

Sorry for the wait on this one, I had a first draft that I wrote about 1200 words of but then ended up scrapping it- so here’s the second draft!

Word Count: 2820 words

Feel free to send in any prompts! 

High school relationships don’t always last. It’s what the people around you had said for years- their advice was always to save relationships for college because then the two of you would have a better chance at surviving the real world. You’d promise to stick to this, going to the lengths of keeping to yourself so that you wouldn’t ever be enticed. 

But then, Marco came to your school. 

Obviously, you hadn’t jumped straight into it there and then. The two of you had been mere acquaintances at first; nothing but polite smiles in the hallway and casual conversation if you were seated beside each other. Marco had been focusing on sport and Elle Evans at the time, so nothing happened between the two of you. 

Though you did think the guy was hot- you couldn’t deny that. With his dark curly hair, broad muscles and smiles to die for; what wasn’t there to like? You brushed it off as just a small interest though due to the whole, you know, saving yourself until college thing. 

Nevertheless, Marco’s sort of relationship with Elle quickly crashed to the ground almost as soon as it had started- leaving the boy devastated and confused. This is where you came into the picture, going from an outlined figure in the background to the centre point of the illustration. 

It had been like any other day: walk to school, grab essentials from your locker, go to class. Despite this, an interruption came in the pursuit to said class. Marco, leant against his locker with his head resting on the cool metal. 

“Hey, uh, are you okay?”

“What?” Marco’s head shot up, his hair a wild mess as he turned to look at you, “Oh, hey Y/N.” 

“Hey,” You smiled slightly before repeating your previous statement, “Are you okay?”

Marco turned to lean his back against the locker and practically crumpled into it before releasing a heavy breath out of his nose, “I think everyone in this school is aware of what happened.”

“Yeah,” You coughed out as you lent against the locker beside his, “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Don’t be, I’m better off without her.”

“Well, at least you're staying confident and optimistic?”

“Yeah,” He laughed, it looked like he hadn’t done that in a while, “It’s the only way to stay afloat.”

You nodded, pursing your lips as you stared at the sad boy beside you, “Do you want to skip class and grab a coffee?”

“Sure.”

And that is where it all began.

-

It looked like a whirlwind had swept through your dorm room as you rushed to find the bracelet Marco had gifted you for your previous birthday- the two of you were going on a date, something that you hadn’t been able to do in forever due to the stress of college and separation in general. It was weird though, you and Marco had attended the same college therefore causing you to be relieved that a long-distance relationship wouldn’t be necessary. 

Despite this, you felt like Marco was far away and not in the vicinity of a 5 minute walk across campus.

At the start of the school year, you and Marco had been attached at the hip- meeting before and after classes, sleeping in each other’s room most nights, doing homework/studying and just generally being together. Eventually, the stress of exam season got to the both of you and seeing each other every day turned to seeing each other once a week. 

But now you were just confused, exam season had ended weeks ago but at this point you and Marco saw each other once or twice every two weeks. So, you swallowed your pride and arranged a romantic night out consisting of a candle lit dinner.

Turning in the mirror and running your eyes up and down your outfit- you decided that you looked good. After weeks of wearing nothing but sweatpants and oversized hoodies, wearing a flattering dress was exactly the confidence boost you needed; seeing Marco’s reaction would only fuel that. For the date itself you’d decided on a small Italian restaurant only a few minutes walk from campus, after that the two of you would stroll leisurely back to campus before returning to one of your respective dorms where you would spend the night together. A perfect, fool proof plan. 

At least, that’s what you had thought. 

-

The most essential factor for a successful date with your boyfriend…is that said boyfriend actually shows up. 

This is the thought you mused to yourself in a burst of sarcasm as you curled into your stupidly thin coat on a bench in front of the restaurant you had arranged to meet Marco at- 40 minutes ago. Exhaling harshly, you hauled yourself up from the bench and did nothing but stare up at the sky as thunder crackled from above. At that moment, you made a decision- one that did not make your dorm the desired location.

Embarrassment filled every fibre of your being as you trudged through the halls of the college dorms completely alone wearing a tight dress and heels. Once you reached the dorm in question, you rapped loudly on the door (which earned you a number of dirty looks) and waited for the person on the other side of the door to answer. 

“Hello, Who’s there?” A voice called sleepily from the other side of the door as it opened, “Oh...hey Y/N.”

“Marco,” You pushed past him and walked into the room, moving to grab a fluffy towel, “You better have a great excuse for what happened tonight.”

As you made an attempt to wring out your soaked hair, Marco went and sat back down on the messy bed at the side of the room- he must’ve been asleep, “What do you mean ‘what happened tonight?’ I’ve been asleep since 7, you know college has me exhausted.”

You stopped your frantic scrubbing and paused, letting the towel drop to the floor, “What?”

“Uh, I don’t-”

“You don’t know what you were supposed to do tonight,” You wiped a hand over your face in disbelief, “What we were supposed to do.”

Marco froze, chewing on his fingernail as he visibly tried to remember. “No, I’m sorry-”

“We had plans,” You snapped, causing Marco to snap his mouth shut, “Solid plans for an actual night out for the first time in months.”.

Realisation dawned upon Marco’s face as his whole figure slumped, though his actions showed no signs of regret, “I completely forgot.”

“Yeah, I assumed that.”

Marco huffed loudly, before leaning back on his elbows, “Y/N, I-”

“How long is this going to go on for?”

“What?” Marco raised both eyebrows.

“How long are we going to go on like this?” Despite the sadness you felt your eyes were completely dry, “How long are we going to be in this dying relationship where we never talk and never see each other,” You let out a deadly laugh, “I mean, I haven’t even said I love you in weeks let alone touch you.”

Marco looked down, unable to meet your eyes, “I noticed.”

You had been ready to go off on another rant, but the lack of empathy and straight up emotions in Marco’s voice left you mystified- leaving you feeling defeated, “Me too.”

“What have you noticed?”

“You don’t love me anymore.”

Marco didn’t reply. He just stared blankly at the wall behind you, his face portraying no emotion. That was all you needed in order to nod numbly before hightailing out of there. As the door slammed shut behind you- all you could do was slide down the wall beside it and stare at the bright red heels adorning your feet. 

-

Although not a single emotion slipped out during the initial breakup, the fallout hit you during the following weeks. You did nothing but eat, sleep and go to class; the first two were still very much lacking. To say the least, the people around you were worried- some would pop their head into your room every now and then only to find you curled up in a ball beneath the covers. 

Marco, on the other hand, had seemed completely fine; hanging out with friends and keeping up with his usual routine of work and play- at least, that is what your friends had told you. It was almost like he didn’t care, that he was happy you had ended things. A small part of you knew that wasn’t true though. You knew Marco, having seen him at his lowest and highest points- you knew that he hid his sadness behind a mask of either anger or pure joy. This instance was obviously the latter. 

Stumbling out of the shower you had finally managed to drag yourself into, you pulled on an old hoodie as you walked towards the exit; where a notice board stood. 

There, on the board, was an advertisement for a Karaoke Night in a local bar. 

This is exactly what you needed. A chance to let go, sing silly songs and possibly even meet someone new. You would do anything to fill the crater in your heart that Marco had left behind. So, you texted all your friends (who were really just glad to see you enthusiastic about something) and invited them to go with you- it took place that very night, meaning you only had a number of hours before it began. 

-

The bar was a small, hole in the wall venue that students of the college tend to frequent regularly. Despite the majority of patrons not yet being of legal age, the workers found their way around these guidelines and supplied students with the majority of their alcoholic intake. 

“It’s really busy here tonight,” Molly, one of your close friends, spoke as you entered the main area, “You sure you still want to sing?”

Shooting her an amused look, you followed the group over to the bar, “That doesn’t faze me, it means more people can appreciate my gorgeous voice.”

“As someone who has never heard it- I’m not sure about that one.”

The whole group burst into laughter, you just shook your head and let out a small huff yourself, “I cannot wait to prove you wrong.” 

As each of you settled into a seat on a high-table close to the bar, you all broke into conversation as you fed off of the energy the bar supplied. For once, you weren’t curled into your bed antagonising over what went wrong in your relationship with Marco or sitting in class unable to concentrate because your ex was all you could think about. For the first time in over a month, you felt really great. 

Of course, that was abruptly cut short. 

“Y/N,” One of your friends gasped, staring at something behind you with wide eyes, “Don’t turn around but Marco just walked in.”

Your entire body seized up, a cold wave of shock trickled down your body, “You’re joking, right?”

She shook her head, sympathy painted her features before she reached forward and squeezed your hand, “Don’t even give him the benefit of looking at you.” All you could do was nod, blinking through the panic that was quickly rising. 

“Mhm,” Molly nodded, rubbing your shoulder, “Don’t even talk to him and then blow him away with your singing.”

“Yeah!” A few girls at the table cheered around you, “You’re still going to do that right?”

“No going back.” You twisted your mouth into a nervous smile as the group surrounding you cheered and held up their respective drinks. Taking the girls advice, you didn’t even look at Marco- which was extremely nerve wracking as you had no idea what he looked like or what state he was in. Your night went from being calm and a relief from drama to a tense and gnawing situation as you fought to not look over at Marco; wherever he was. 

-

“The karaoke event is beginning soon! If you want to take part just come up here and grab the mic from whoever is on stage.”

“That’s your queue.” Molly squealed, shaking your shoulder excitedly. 

“Not yet.” You laughed, moving away from her teasingly, “I have to work up my confidence first.”

“Hey,” Molly shoved at your shoulder a lot softer this time, “You’ll be great, don’t even think about Marco.”

“How do you always know what to say?”

Molly shrugged, a smile crinkling at her eyes, “I guess I’m just a great friend.”

“Oh, shut up.” You both broke into laughter and continued to talk until the first act came onto the stage, which you all turned to watch and cheer on. The event had a mix of talent, to say the least- some were extremely talented and left the crowd erupting into cheers, though some were obviously there as a dare or joke. 

“Who wants to come up next?” The current singer behind the microphone grinned as they held it before them. 

“I’ll go!” You yelled without thinking twice, having drunk a little bit of liquid since the original announcement- your friends around you cheered for what felt like the millionth time but the most interesting point was the head of black hair across the room that whipped around in shock at the sound of your voice. 

As you clambered up the stairs towards the stage, the guy manning the sound beckoned you over and asked for your song choice, “I choose you by Alessia Cara.” You grinned as the guy gave you an encouraging thumbs up. Grabbing the microphone, you stood in the middle of the stage and waited for your queue to begin singing. 

-

Relishing in the cheers the crowd gifted you with, you grinned nervously as you walked back to the table; laughing as your friends pulled you into their arms and shouted numerous compliments at you. 

“Thanks guys,” You smiled, allowing yourself to breath now that you weren’t under the bright lights of the stage, “Told you I could sing.”

“You sure can,” Molly laughed brightly, slight shock showing in her features, “You should do that more.”

Before you could reply, an unusually timid voice sounded behind you, “Hey Y/N.”

Slowly, you turned to face Marco who stood behind you- he had a nervous look on his face as he wrung his hands in circles and silently begged you. 

“Marco.”

“Can I talk to you?”

Oh, hell no.” Molly barked, stepping in front of you, “You’ve already broken her hear once.”

“No, Molly,” You pulled her back, smiling at her reassuringly, “I’ll be okay.”

Marco nodded before leading you out of the building as you walked together side by side- it felt weird for him to not have his hand on the small of your back like he usually would in places like that, which only drove in the fact that you were broken up. 

“You were amazing up there.”

“Thanks,” You smiled tightly, hugging yourself with your arms with the same enthusiasm. 

“Y/N-” 

“What do you want Marco?”

He frowned at you, his eyes teared up slightly, “You didn’t give me the chance to speak, Y/N.”

“What?”

“When you said that I didn’t love you anymore,” He gulped and looked down, “You left before I could prove you wrong.”

You pressed your lips together tightly, “Your reaction was enough of an answer.”

He just shook his head, smiling slightly at your antics, “I left you alone after that because I assumed you wanted nothing to do with me...but then I saw you singing tonight and I realised that you are the one for me.”

“Marco-” Your voice wobbled as you looked on at the man before you.

“Please let me speak,” Marco laughed, “I never stopped loving you and I’m so sorry that I made you feel that way. The stress just got to me and I shouldn’t have let you be a victim of that too.”

“It’s okay.”

“No,” Marco wrapped both of your hands in his, he was begging now, “It isn’t and if you let me I will never shut you out like that again.”

“Really?” You hiccupped slightly, tears sliding down your cheeks. 

“Yeah.” Marco whispered softly, letting go of your hands to wipe the tears coating your face, “Unless you realised that you’re better off without me and if so-”

“Shut up.” You sighed before reaching forward and pressing a much needed kiss to his lips. Finally, you thought.

“Fuck, I missed that.”

“Just that?”

“No,” He laughed, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs, “I missed everything about you. I know I’ve seemed happy but I really wasn’t.”

You smile sadly at him as you snaked your arms around his neck, “I never stopped loving you too.”

-

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“Good.” And the two of you met in a kiss once again as a nearby street lamp illuminated the night-cold air surrounding you.

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Lost Time // Luke Patterson

Summary: Things changed since Sunset Curve fell apart literally as three out of four members died before a gig. Leaving a sad girl behind Luke by chance runs into the reader with someone else. Death tore the couple apart, and time can’t fix this.

Warning: Talk of death, depression, angst and fluff

Words: 2.2k

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*For the sake of the story the time frame has been altered, it takes place in the mid-2000s. Also! I tried to make the reader as generalized as I could to make sure that everyone can relate. The reader is Alex’s sister, for inclusion that can be biological, adopted, half or stepsiblings. I want to make sure all people can be the reader.

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The 1990s was definitely some of the best years of your life watching your brother grow more comfortable in his identity. Alex had kept his sexuality secret, taking the frustration of the secret by learning how to play the drums. You would often be found curled on the chair listening to his growing talent; Alex was a great brother.

Alex found friends in three local boys Reggie, Bobby and Luke, even a little more than friends with Luke briefly. By 1991 the boys had formed a band Sunset Curve with each other and a loyal fan in you. By mid-1994 the band had a fanbase and some gigs, but playing The Orpheum was the goal.

Luke had admitted to Alex, he had feelings for you, and with a lot of encouragement from Alex, he approached you. Luke had been focused on music since his parents gave him his first guitar, so relationships weren’t even on the backburner.

“Hey.” Luke spoke, pressing a kiss to your cheek backstage, “Missed you.”

His hair tickled your skin, bringing a bright smile from the teenage boy and a deep blush from you, private time wasn’t as often as it once had been. After Luke’s fallout with his parents a few months back, he had couch surfed between Reggie and Alex’s rooms; he wasn’t allowed in yours.

“You saw me last night.”

“A monumental time.” Luke bent his bend to place a lingering kiss on your bare shoulder, his jacket having fallen down, “Three years together and a bright future ahead.”

Last night had been the third anniversary of your relationship and hopefully the previous night worrying on parents walking in, cheap dates Luke often felt guilty about. Luke knew in his bones playing The Orpheum tonight would open the door to a legendary future. A future where money wasn’t tight and he could you on dates he deemed acceptable for the love of his life.

Bobby voiced brought Sunset Curve’s lead singer back to that moment, you dropped from the stage to settle in the empty audience to watch the soundcheck. With a wink from Alex, he started making the beat to Now or Never, you beamed as they poured their souls into the song. The four were talented and made to be in a band together even if you didn’t really like Bobby.

Cringing at the awkward wink Bobby sent you turned on your converse to head to the bar for a glass of water. Thanking the bartender, you tuned out the conversation with the waitress and the band only jumping when arms wrapped around your waist.

“We’re getting street dogs.” Luke spoke, bringing your body to rest on his chest, “Do you want one?”

The thought of those street dogs honestly horrifying given they were cooked in some random guys car. The one time you tried, it had permanently tattooed the taste in your memories forever, and just remembering was vomit-inducing.

 “I’ll pass.” You wrinkled your nose, turning to wrap your arms around his neck, “I don’t know how you guys like those.”

“Tradition.” Luke shrugged caressing your cheekbone with the pad of this thumb. Gazing at features he wanted to wake up to for the rest of his life, “Still down with the plan?”

“The minute I’m eighteen, we go to the nearest chapel.” You grinned playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I’ll be waiting Rockstar.”

Luke pressed a long passionate kiss on your lips, pulling away to jog over to Alex and Reggie waiting at the door. Bobby having declined the street dog invitation to flirt with the waitress Rose. Alex waved before the door closed. Little did you know that would be the last time you saw them alive.

1995 was the worst year of your life. 1996 was the hardest, especially with the forever reminder of your love. You wouldn’t trade 1996 for the world however, only wishing for one change.

Los Angeles, 2004

Alex, Reggie and Luke had learnt a mere few days away from that life had drastically changed forever. Firstly, the three boys had died from eating the street dogs mere hours before performing on the stage of The Orpheum. Secondly, it was no longer 1995 but instead nearly ten years had past bringing the three ghosts into 2004.

The most jarring wasn’t being able to be heard playing music with a random girl named Julie but that the most constant part of the band no longer was there. You hadn’t died that night, and Alex was pretty sure you were still alive. Luke felt lost waking up without you beside him and the deep regret of not reconciling with his parents.

It would be a week before Luke would swallow his pride enough to orb himself into his unchanged childhood home. Emily, Luke’s mom, was in the well-worn chair knitting a scarf Luke recognized as his favourite colours. Mitch was in the kitchen, putting the groceries away. It was heartbreaking being invisible to his aged parents.

“Hey, Mom.” Luke sniffled sitting on the couch nearby staring at his silent mother, “Sorry for not visiting sooner.”

Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes feeling hopeless, not being able to ease his parents’ pain, the regret and guilt bubbling to the surface.

“How is Y/N? I bet she’s living in New York of London now. We promised to travel the world together. Part of me is guilty of wishing she had eaten a street dog that night so we could be together.” Luke sobbed, wrapping his arms around his midsection reminiscing on the beautiful girl he had unwillingly left.

“Hey.” Mitch spoke, kissing his wife’s forehead. Her eyes closing in contentment.

“I wonder if you know where Reg and Alex’s parents are. Reggie’s neighbourhood was torn down who knows when. It makes me scared to see if Alex and Y/N’s parents still have their place. I don’t think so. They lost their son.”

“Hey Luke.”

Luke glanced over his shoulder to see Alex at the door, reluctant to impose of Luke’s privacy.

“Yeah.”

“We’re rehearsing.” Alex spoke, smiling as the other teenager took one more wistful look at his parents before orbing out of his house to the Molina family’s garage. Minutes later, the front door opening and feet thudding brought the noise to the Patterson home.

“Grandma!”

A four-foot blue of green and black blur covered the room in seconds nearly sprawling Mitch to the floor. Why was that 1996 year difficult? Well, ’95 was when Sunset Curve tragically died, and a stick changed your life. ’96 was spent going through the last five months of pregnancy without Luke.

October 1995

You kept your lips pressed tightly together, unable to look at the smooth, shiny mahogany rectangle surrounded by flowers. Looking up meant the reality kicking in. Funerals sucked. Especially the third funeral in the last handful of days. It was surreal thinking that one week ago you had kissed your boyfriend and hugged your brother and now they were dead. Gone. Not even a goodbye.

“Are you okay?” The broke voice asked, gaining your attention. Swollen red eyes matching yours held unimaginable pain. While the last few months had been icy with your parents, it didn’t mean losing one of their kids didn’t sting.

“I will be.” You whispered clasping your hands over the scratchy black velvet dress, one you had worn three times too many.

The sobs broke out seeing the best picture Alex had taken in his life, it encapsulated his best features; his beaming smile and kind, caring eyes. Alex was gone. Your brother was gone because he ate a bad hot dog with his friends. You would never see your boys again. Never feel Luke’s skin or share a laugh with Alex or complain about things with Reggie. You wouldn’t get to meet in the chapel with Luke wearing second hand ‘fancy’ clothing. In one night, your life changed.

It changed further seeing the two lines on the test later that night. The heartache growing. The baby you carried would never meet his uncles and his Dad. Would never hear them play or learn to play. ’95 and ’96 sucked ass.

You sighed, closing the door to follow the rambunctious ball of energy into the living room where he entertained Mitch and Emily. Some days it was difficult to stare into the green eyes he inherited from his father.

“Benjamin Lucas.” You spoke crossing your arms, meeting the gaze of the eight-year-old boy, “What did I say?”

“To not runoff.” Ben quietly replied, playing with his hands. His messy brown hair, in need of a trim, falling into his eyes, “Sorry Mom.”

“Please don’t do it again.” You gently told the little boy elated as he quickly found the toy box in the corner of the room.

Ben was loved deeply by Mitch and Emily, who had stepped up when your parents made the decision to sell your childhood home. Wanting Ben to know his paternal grandparents, you had struggled to find an apartment and job to say in the neighbourhood. Since the baby was the last part of their son, the Patterson parents’ had welcomed you into the home where you stayed until Ben was two.

“Do you want us to come around for Luke’s birthday?” You questioned sitting on the love seat, the same love seat you had made out on with Luke many times during movies.

The room turned sad at the question and reminded that for the ninth year, you would celebrate Luke’s birthday without him. A day where Ben wouldn’t fully understand. Emily simply nodded her head.

 “Have you met anyone?” Mitch asked, leaning over to clasp his hands together. For the last few years, they had been pushing you to date. They wanted your happiness and for Ben to have a father even if Luke couldn’t be it.

“Mama can we stay here tonight?” Ben’s innocent voice cut the tension, saving you from answering the question again. Mitch and Emily each nodded their heads at the question, unable to tell the young boy no.

“Have you ate?” Emily asked, turning to look at you in concern. The chuckle left your mouth at the question she frequently requested, she missed cooking for more than two.

“We had pasta before we came.” You replied, turning to gaze out the window to the dark sky, “I should put Ben to bed.”

The soft whine from your son and denial was a nightly routine and very much a mirror image to Luke’s character as well. With a smile, Emily held out her hand to her grandchild, she was notoriously the only one able to get Ben to sleep fast.

 “Come on Bug.”

It seemed the universe was keeping Luke from seeing you and discovering Ben, but when that night came, he was shocked. Emily was curled up on the patio couch, watching Ben in the newly bought sandbox. The patio doors opened. Inside, Mitch had invited a stranger who knew his son into the house.

 “I think I heard the doorbell. I’ll be right back.” Emily called out to you. You had found shade under the tree reading a new book.

The soft cry had you up and running to Ben before you even realized, on his knee was a bleeding wound. You had already scooped the boy into your arms to quickly get into the kitchen. The moment your foot stepped into the home, the sound of a familiar voice and song filled the house.

Gently placing Ben on his feet, you followed the sound to the living room. Across the room behind a young girl stood a boy.

“Luke.” You breathed floored at the sight of the teenager who looked exactly like he did back in ’95. The ghost singing widened his eyes at yours, taking in the mature features and change of fashion.

He continued to sing the song Unsaid Emily he had written as an apology to his mom following the last big fight. The song he never got to show her. His voice faded as the ending of the song came around.

“Mama!” Your attention broke from Luke’s when a tiny hand reached for yours. The pain in his voice bringing you back to the most important part of your life, “It hurts Mama.”

Despite being sad, Mitch was the one to cross the room to lift the little boy into his arms. Placing the little boy on the counter, the man gently wet a paper towel to wash the area.

“I think he needs stitches.” Mitch sighed, furrowing his brows.

“Who is that?” Luke asked the Molina girl. The girl shrugged taking in the features she could recognize. Julie asked Emily.

“That’s Ben.” Emily beamed, looking over her shoulder at the little boy that filled the void of Luke’s death. It didn’t fix the wound or erase the pain, but Ben’s existence helped with the loss as he was a precious gift, “When Luke passed away his girlfriend Y/N found out she was pregnant with Luke’s baby.”

The choked sob fell from Luke’s mouth echoed by the thud of his knees, hitting the floor in the pure shock. The heartbreak painted so clear Julie was sure she could feel Luke’s agony.

God, why did Luke have to eat that fucking street dog. Fuck his band dreams. Nothing hurt as bad as finding out about Ben and Y/N having to be a single parent.

“I have a son?” Luke cried, orbing himself as far as he could from the Patterson home and his most tremendous loss.

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[freedom-and-books]

JATP Theory time

Okay here’s my take on Rose’s connection with the boys, Bobby, the house/ garage and the unfinished business. It’s sort of a timeline)

1995: the boys pass away and Bobby is left scared and sad and for the next few months he roams around the Orpheum just to remember the guys and mourn what could’ve been. We know Rose was working/ playing in that scene around the time, so maybe they hang out from time to time and become friends.

Bobby know he was to give away the loft/garage because he can’t pay rent anymore by himself (I read this awesome theory that the people from the house rented the garage but I can’t remember the user.) but he doesn’t want to because of all the history the place has, Rose picks up on that and suggests to her band to rehearse there and they do!

1996 - early 2000’s: Bobby hangs around and maybe he even joins the band👀, so Rose’s band starts becoming quite popular.

(I’m 99% sure Rose was a famous musician/ songwriter. Julie says she used to play bars and stuff. And when the principal allows Julie to stay in the music program she goes “I will not go down in history as the principal who kicked Julie Molina out of the music program” and of course Julie is a wonder by herself but that totally reads as “kicked Julie Molina out of the program... daughter of THE Rose Molina”. I feel like a band could’ve been her start. More on that later).

And let’s say Bobby’s in the band and they become popular, he changes his name because he doesn’t want any connection or questions about the whole Hot Dog ordeal, it’s too much for him.

Then around the early 2000’s the band decides to end, no big drama just that every member wants something different. The people who owned the house decide to sell it and Rose buys it. I think by this point she also retires because she wants to live a more private life, but she could never give up music so she becomes this huuuge songwriter who writes for all the best artist and she becomes a “hidden” legend.

Bobby doesn’t quite get the same fame solo and is frustrated so he finds himself recording Sunset Curve’s songs as his own (i have a few theories/ reasons on this too) and he suddenly gets extremly famous, like super famous. No one realized they’re the guys’ song because they were unrealesed (he ain’t stupid).

2004/2005: Julie and Carrie are born and Rose and Bobby are still friends, things are going great and his career is doing great.

somewhere around 2012 to 2015: Rose catches up to what he’s done (maybe cause of the drop in his music’s quality) and gets mad, she only met the boys for a brief moment but songwriting is really precious to her and stealing songs is just wrong, sadly she was no way to prove it and other people don’t believe her/ don’t care. So they have a huge fallout because Bobby is freaked out he got caught. Annnnd that’s why Julie and Carrie stop being friends (bu this time she was also closer to Flynn, which is maybe why Carrie dislikes her the “you stole my best friend” storyline) but of course Rose doesn’t tell Julie because she knows how much his music means to Julie. But she finds herself thinking a lot about the boys who actually wrote those songs and wishes she could’ve known them better.

2020: In her higher plane of existence (or something idk the lore in this show is very loose) Rose sees how much Julie’s struggling, and she wants so badly to help but can’t. So she remembers the boys, how Trevor’s music was important to Julie (see; Yeah, Luke introduced you to rock) but it was never his and she remembers how passionate they were about music in the rehearsal she saw. And she says “hey god/ universe/ whatever force controls this i’d like to order these three musician ghost himbos to hopefully help my daughter find her music again and while back on earth fix their shit with Bobby or finally get the success they deserved, whichever happens first. Please and thank you” Since she was always upset he stole their legacy like that and she couldn’t do much to stop him.

Because I truly believe the boys’ original unfinished business has to do with Bobby, whether it was to play with him or get him to apologize. I clearly started there but maybe now it’s something else in regards to the bond they have with Julie. And that basically what I have, sorry for the lousy last part it’s late and I wrote this purely on caffeine and a writing high. I’m rewatching again so i’ll let you know if i think of anything else.

[steviemae]

oblivious // sp

requested by @mrs-sweet-pea: Hiii is there anyway you could do a Sweet Pea x Reader oneshot where the reader and him are at the worm very drunk, singing and dancing together? (To like old fall out boy songs or something lol idk) And everyone realizes they’re in love before they do?

authors note: sorry it’s a little short but i hope i did your request justice anyway!! (:

part two.

It was a friday night and everyone had gathered at the Wyrm for drinks and to hang out. Toni and Cheryl were talking at the bar, Fangs was playing pool with Jughead while Betty and Veronica sat at a table close by. Archie was messing around with the karaoke machine, trying to get it to work. All of you were pretty tipsy at this point but you and Sweet Pea were drunk as ever. Both of you needed a good night out to relax and not worry about anything else. You both let out a loud holler when Archie finally got the machine working, the two of you rushing over to sing the first song. Everyone yelled as the familiar guitar riff for dance dance by fallout boy started playing.

The two of you sang loudly and out of tune to the song not giving a damn because of how drunk you were. Sweet Pea strutted over to the pole that was on the stage, and did a twirl around it making everyone laugh. He wiggled his finger at you gesturing for you to come over to him and you laughed as you walked over to him. He took your hand in his and gave you a spin before pulling you to his chest and starting to waltz not in time with the music at all.

“I’m waiting for the day that they both realize they’re perfect for each other,” Toni said as she and Cheryl walked over to the table Betty and Veronica sat at.

“They’re completely oblivious to how the other feels. It’s kind of romantic though. Both of them scared to lose the other so they bottle their feelings even though they’re hopelessly in love with each other. Shakespeare couldn’t have wrote it better,” Jughead joked. They watched as the two of you danced around and sang loudly with each other hoping that one day you’d finally realize the love between the two of you and finally get together. 

You joined them when the song ended, “what are we talking about guys?” you asked sitting next to Betty and laying your head on her shoulder to stop the room from spinning.

“I’m only saying this because you won’t remember it in the morning, but you and Sweet Pea love each other and you need to get over your fear of him not feeling the same.” She brought her hand up to move the hair that fell in your face behind your ear.

“I think it’s time we get these two home, yeah?” Fangs said trying to keep a very drunk Sweet Pea from face planting into the ground.

“I say we meddle a little. Take them both back to Sweet Pea’s trailer so they are forced to talk about it in the morning.” 

Everyone looked at each other agreeing completely with Cheryl, “That’s the best idea you’ve had all day, Red.” Fangs said.

[sugrmottas]

why do you think people hold his cheating against blaine tho?

uhhhhh double standards???

maybe more like quadruple standards actually...

okay so like, fucking everyone in that show cheats, almost. rachel and finn both do (finn makes a fucking habit of it), so it’s not like our leads are our moral high ground. kurt doesn’t, though the whole chandler thing still squicks me out and i don’t totally remember how the mercedes/sam/shane thing went down but i don’t think she cheated either, so perhaps our secondary leads are more our moral high bar. 

but let’s do a quick stroll through our main characters: quinn cheats (twice), puck helps both quinn and rachel cheat (which ties into his issues with finn more than anything i think but That’s A Different Talk), santana helps someone cheat (canonically she only helps brittany on artie, but i wouldn’t be totally surprised if there were other instances), brittany cheats (once i think?), sam cheats (once? i think? i might talk about that too here), hell tina cheats. mike helps someone cheat. jake cheats, too. so like, blaine isn’t an outlier here.

what makes him different is that we see him actively regretting it. puck, quinn, rachel and sam all show some regret over their actions but we don’t have episodes dedicated to them being sad. and i think that’s the issue, which is the worst thing -- blaine feels bad and he’s demonised for it. of course, it didn’t help that the fandom already didn’t like him and anti-klainers (which were just as plentiful as klainers back in the day) seemed to side with one boy over the other and i always saw more kurt supporters than those who sided with blaine, which like. i get. we knew kurt more, we went through his struggles with him -- we met blaine post-sadie hawkins, post-recovery, he was already well-adjusted (...ish) so there was less to grab onto if we wanted to connect with this character.

but that leads to this: blaine cheats because he’s being emotionally neglected by his partner, which isn’t a Good Thing and i’ll never say it is. but it’s not like he’s cheating for fun -- he’s alone and hurt and has tried to reach out but is rebuffed at every point. blaine cheats and immediately tells kurt (which is rare for glee actually, sam’s the only other person who came forward immediately and i think puck comes forward about rachel pretty quickly) and like, i don’t understand people who say darren criss is a bad actor (*points frantically at his emmy*) because the scene where he tells kurt the truth is genuinely heartbreaking. blaine looks fucking disgusted with himself. 

and at that point, kurt’s definitely valid in pushing blaine away -- he doesn’t want to hear blaine’s explanations, nor should he have to. it’s all too new, too fresh, too volatile. they can talk another time.

except they don’t?

and that leads us to the next four episodes, where blaine struggles with his sense of self -- he doesn’t have closure on his relationship with kurt, because kurt wouldn’t talk to him. and so much of blaine’s identity is tangled up in kurt (which is an Issue obviously) that he just... loses himself. there’s definitely a point to all those metas where blaine coming to mckinley was a major step back for him as a character and we really see that here, and i think that might be where all the hate comes from? we see the fallout from blaine’s perspective, the Bad Guy of the situation (they’re both bad guys imo but it be like that sometimes) so people struggle to empathise with him. also kurt emotionally neglecting blaine was REALLY brushed over because while we only see two episodes of it (and it wasn’t shown in-depth or anything) blaine experienced at least a month of it (i lean towards more because we voted our class representatives two months into the school year but i know things are different) which doesn’t help matters.

i know people get annoyed with the “blaine probably has a mental illness” line of thought but there’s definitely something there -- kid joined 27 clubs, became senior class president and took over a nationals-winning glee club in his senior year. he was also salutatorian (i mean i’m sure he would’ve been bumped if artie and tina sorted out their issue but he still got second-highest marks in the class even if he technically ranked third). there is no way that kid didn’t have something leading him into mania (i have a lot of stock in the bipolar!blaine theory can u tell). 

but if there is something there (ryan even admitted he thought blaine might have depression but there is so much more there), i think that explains his actions a lot. it doesn’t excuse them of course, but explanations are important. 

anyway, people already hated blaine. this just gave them a canon reason to fire against him. 

also, since i said i’d talk about it: sam cheats on mercedes in s5 and it’s shitty and our girl deserves better, but sam tells her immediately. i remember fucking nothing about how that conversation went, but it ended well. the fandom didn’t fire back against sam anywhere near as much as they did blaine (which leads us into a weird talk about how they [the fandom] will fight for kurt but not mercedes but i prefer to look it as the outcome of samcedes’ conversation was more positive), but i definitely remember people using that against him -- while people like brittany, quinn and tina got off without much flack.

(i also don’t really remember finn getting much shit over it but??? i feel like i just missed it???)

so not super sure what the fuck happened there (outside of pre-existing baseless hate for the characters but it’s not like people had a reason to love quinn pre-puck revelation so??? idk???). i do find it interesting though. i never really got why people hated blaine and sam so much when they were genuinely kind-hearted males, something sorely lacking from our tv screens at the time, but... idk, people just wanted to hate, i think.

like people blame them for the downfall of glee but lmao bitch??? that’s on the fucking writers??? chord and darren didn’t storm into the writer’s room and demand writing quality go the fuck down, chill out.

okay so rounding back to klaine again because i have fucking Thoughts on this mess: i do genuinely think that should’ve been the end of them. blaine would learn how to be by himself (which is a huge issue for him, i always found help! a way too fitting song when i took away the context-- my independence seems to vanish in this haze) and kurt would learn to take responsibility for his own shortcomings (which he never did which, thinking about it, may be why at the end of every watch-through i walk away not liking kurt despite fully enjoying him whilst watching the show) and they’d go be very happy.

i’ve mentioned my endgames for them before so i won’t talk too much about it but i don’t really think they’d ever be friends (so many fanfictions have them stay friends post break-up and??? what). kurt’s trust in blaine is too fractured and for blaine, kurt is an ugly reminder of a sad part of his life -- there’s too much history there. they play nice, of course, at reunions and parties and all that, but they never talk much. one day blaine will say i’m happy you’re happy and kurt will smile and say well, i’m happy that you’re happy too and that will be the end of it. elliott will come up and give kurt a big kiss and blaine will leave to go find sam (or sebastian? my endgames are shifting, i think). it’s not an apology and it’s not forgiveness, but it’s as close as they’re ever going to get.

[themusicjerk]

Please listen to "costello music" by the fratellis

Oh, boy, it's finally happening. My blog is finally taking off. Wait until Travis hears about this. He was skeptical, you know. Maybe I'll finally get around to bringing back his copy of Never Mind the Bollocks when I tell him.

So, The Fratellis is a band apparently composed of brothers Jon, Barry, and Mince Fratelli, all of which being regular non-musician names except for Mince, though according to my research, they're not actually brothers and their names aren't actually Fratelli, which means that to this day I do not understand rock star names. The album is apparently an indie rock album, indie being short for independent, and independent referring to the operation of the musicians without a record label, despite the fact that the album was released on Fallout Records, a subsidiary of United Musical Group, and therefore nothing about the album was independent of anything.

In other words, I have no idea what this album will sound like. It cannot be as bad as Trout Mask Replica, though. Let's dive in.

First off, "Henrietta." The guitar is so distorted that the chords are indistinguishable one from another. The drummer sounds so bored that he can't bear to keep a steady beat and flops wildly from one pattern to the next. The Scottish lead singer pronounces all of his vowels like the 'o' in 'hop' and there is some noise that I assume is guitar feedback that sounds like a subliminal tenor saxophone. This is what the Sex Pistols would sound like if they kept better time, but a polished turd is still a turd. Jon, bored of singing words, resorts to strange meows and wakka-wakkas in the bridge of the song. There's potential here, but the band is so uninterested in taking their efforts seriously that I'm inclined to take the lyric that the band is "three miserable [vulgar lyric that which will not be repeated] sitting on the back seat stomping on the off beat" at face value.

"Flathead" is the same thing, riotous, ever distracted from itself, with goofy noises in place of lyrics, and vulgar lyrics when words need to be sung. For God's sake, he's singing about violence in prostitution, and he seems happy about it! Have these boys no shame? In the middle of the song, there's a bit where just the guitar is playing a riff, when Jon seems to forget that they're not in the middle of the chorus because he begins his ba-ba-bas and then stop. He is not fooled again, because the next time the chorus comes in, he is nowhere to be found. The band plays, trying to ignore the conspicuous lack of ba-bas, but the presentation is just clunky.

Someone had the good sense to unplug Jon's guitar for the next song, "Whistle for the Choir," but he insists on singing, insulting women, calling them "silly" and "stupid" and, in the same breath, "irresistible." The drummer seems to have settled down as well, despite this song having the most boring beat imaginable, perhaps the drummer has given up any pipe dreams of playing a more interesting song. Then, Jon begins whistling. Whistling is not a thing that belongs in music. Whistling is a thing you do while you work or wait for the bus, first of course making sure that no one else is around who may be bothered by it. It's vulgar and gross, like everything else The Fratellis do, and I would not be surprised if they begin burping or cracking their knuckles as percussion.

"Chelsea Dagger" hangs out on one chord for too long before jumping up a perfect fourth - a terribly dissonant and boring interval that was clearly misnamed. Jon once again eschews poetry for the fanciful lyrics:

"Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo"

When he does begin to sing actual words, the song is - surprise, surprise - about a stripper. This man should never be let within twenty-five feet of a woman. By the end of the song, they have forgotten their chorus or melody entirely and made up a new one. Someone, Mince I believe, remembers how the song is supposed to go and brings back the doo-doos. Joy. 

"The Gutterati?" seems to have been composed on the principle that if you play fast enough, no one will be able to understand you or criticize you. Despite the ludicrous tempo, however, the song is still based on two chords played over and over again, and horrendous microphone feedback bleeds in just before the grating harmonica solo. The good news is that, because the song is fast, it's over soon enough, but not without a second harmonica solo so high-pitched and loud that it will leave me with tinnitus for the rest of my life.

Someone in the band complains, audibly, that Jon's lyrics are terrible. I'm surprised they left that on the album. I agree wholeheartedly.

"For the Girl," contains the lyrical genius of "la la la la la la la la la la la la." The singer makes an attempt to sing along with the guitar, but either the guitar is flat, the singer is sharp, or both, because the result is the ever-pleasant hum of a lawnmower or perhaps a buzzsaw. The end of the song features Jon once again missing a cue and leaving Mince to awkwardly drum and wait for him to come in.

"Doginabag [sic]" is the only evidence we need to prove that their sound is no better or more polished when slowed down (or when spaces are removed). The guitar tone is needlessly aggressive, and the fact that the chords are now played with at least some cadence provides context for the sharp, shrill overtones that now posion the air. The guitar solo is all over the place and noisy. Just when it feels like the song should end, it doesn't. They just play it again, with Jon's voice getting scratchier and more strained as he tries to pronounce the words with the correct vowels.

The guitar drones on for too long at the end of the song, eventually going way out of key. Deciding that slow music is not for them, they return to the fast-paced themes of "The Gutterati?" with all of the distracted 12-melodies-in-one bouncing of "Henrietta" on "Creepin' Up The Backstairs." Where do I begin? This song sounds like they wrote three different songs, realized that each of those songs was twenty seconds long, and then thought if they played the four songs fast enough, nobody would notice. The verse, bridge, and chorus feel disjointed and unrelated one to another. At one point, Jon begins to sing the chorus again despite the fact that all of the instruments have stopped playing. It seems like he never knows when to stop and when to go, that Jon.

Jumpy and erratic, this band have no respect for their studio space. The whole album plays like a joke. Is that what music is? Is music funny? My friends seem pretty serious about it. Is there some big satire I'm not getting?

"Vince The Lovable Stoner" sounds like it's trying to be a country song but it is just as distracted as the rest of the album, never making a cohesive or coherent conclusion, randomly kicking up the tempo or guitar tone for no other reason than that they haven't in a while. This album is a mockery of career musicians, who, while I will not understand, and who I will endlessly critique, do not deserve this harsh treatment. Have some class, boys.

Oh. Oh, no. Oh oh oh oh no. OK, you know when you're on the freeway, and you're trying to pass a guy who's going a couple miles under the speed limit, and they see you, so they slow way down just to annoy you? "Everybody Knows You Cried Last Night" is the logical extreme of the jumpiness and incoherence that I've been complaining about. Guitar and vocals out of time with each other, bridges completely removed from everything else in the song, and absurd tempo and rhythm shifts are giving me Captain Beefheart flashbacks. Jon's guitar solo may as well just be a middle finger to anyone who expects musical elements within a single song to fit together. It sounds like someone switched radio frequencies abruptly.

The good news is that we're at the point on the album where I don't believe anything will surprise me, anymore. Just like the Sex Pistol's angry one-chord ramblings, A Tribe Called Quest's two-bar drum loop monologues, and Captain Beefheart's goose honks and out of time drummers, I've become accustomed to The Fratellis' brand of not-being-able-to-sit-still-through-one-of-their-own-songs misogyny. "Baby Fratelli" is more of the same. Generic rock riff, bored drummer cycling through every drum beat he knows, singer singing about some woman of loose moral upbringing, 

Jon begins playing "Got Ma [sic] Nuts From A Hippy [sic]" before he remembers to count the rest of the band in, which is just bad form. Beyond the distracted, restless nature of the composition, it's also just rather disgusting to learn about the unhygienic conditions under which Jon lost his virginity. Whoever it was who spoke at the end of "The Gutterati?" about Jon's lyrics should probably be in charge of actually writing these songs. He couldn't be worse than this.

"Ole [sic] Black 'N' Blue Eyes" is the same song as "Whistle For The Choir" but without whistling, which I guess is good, except his breathless quivering on "eyes" in the chorus provides all the cringing and wincing we might need from this album. In what's almost a poetic way to end the album, Jon gets bored and starts singing along with the guitar.

Ultimately, I'm disappointed. While I doubted that the Sex Pistols, A Tribe Called Quest, or Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band actually knew anything about music, The Fratellis seem like they have potential to be real musicians. They've ruined any hope of that, however, by treating the whole thing like it's some big joke. They have taken their God-given talent to stay in time and hold a guitar (something I used to take for granted in a musician) and not only eschewed it by dismissing the idea outright, but lampooned it by recording an album at all. Whoever you anonymous person is, you should be ashamed of yourself. You call yourself a music fan. 

I don't know, maybe Travis will like this. 

If you think music is good, send me music, and I will tell you why you are wrong!

[so-taylorswift]

where it started | tomlinswift

CHATZY PARA// LOUIS & TAYLOR SPEAK FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FIVE YEARS AT A FRIEND’S BIRTHDAY PARTY. SPARKS FLY.. PUN INTENDED LOLOLOL WARNING// VERY CUTE, MUCH ATTRACTION, SOME SEXUAL CHEMISTRY, MODERATE FLIRTYNESS AND TWO VERY AWKWARD A LIST CELEBRITIES. WHEN// 22nd September 2017. WITH// @louistomlinsonx

Taylor: She was drunk, and that was an understatement. Going to the birthday party of the brother of the guy that she was trying to get over might not have been the smartest move, but she'd known Nick for almost ten years. So she'd come along, stick to her circle of friends and keep on sipping the cocktails that were ordered one after the other. It wasn't just those around her that had Tay drinking like this but also the stress of her life in general. She had just finished the last decisions for her album, and two of her songs were already out there for the world to hear. Taylor needed to relax a little and have a night off from thinking about the album, reading music video treatments and so on. New drink in hand, Taylor looked over in the direction of where Louis was. She'd spotted him the second she'd walked into the room and she didn't know why - they'd spoken before but she wouldn't go as far as to say they were friends. Friendly, sure, before the fallout with Harry all those years ago but it had been a long time since they'd spoken. Yet something about him had caught her attention back at the very beginning of her night when she was sober, and it had stayed with her throughout the night. It was pretty late when she'd arrived, and she couldn't tell if he had noticed her in the same way that she'd noticed him. And now, was he looking over at her or was her drunken mind just seeing things? She used her straw to stir her Purple Rain cocktail, taking another sip as she watched him interact with his friends. Had he always been this hot? Taylor frowned a little, trying to rewind her mind back to the last time she'd seen him, and if he'd been this hot then. She couldn't remember, and she probably shouldn't be thinking about it out of respect that he was Harry's best friend. Although the two happened a while ago and they were okay now for the most part, it still probably wasn't cool to eye up their friends. Drunk Taylor didn't really consider this, having no subtlety in the way that she was watching the way that he moved. She wondered what he was drinking - whether he'd had enough to not think it was weird if she went over there. Louis: He needed a change of air, and God bless Ashley for being the friend he needed right now. Ever since he had finally broken things off with Eleanor for what he considered to be the last time, she had been there rain or shine to make up any kind of excuse to get him out of his house. And to be honest, she was right. He needed to stop sulking over her, they had broken up and ended things on good terms, then why did he feel like it was something that went wrong with his love life... Again. First her, then Danielle, then Brianna and Freddie happened, who had changed his life for the better and who he loved now more than himself, but still, and when he tried things out with Ellie again, they just failed. So when Ashley proposed a party, his mind instantly went to all the alcohol he could drink to get his mind off things. Getting there, he saw a million people, including the birthday boy who he greeted and brought a nice present to, and it ended up being a good place to just drink Jack and coke and loosen up. He had had a decent amount of drinks when he noticed one Taylor Swift who was looking at him. He tried not to stare, because in this state, he really didn't want to look his best friend's ex up and down with nothing but filth on his mind, so he tried to smile at her and then return to his conversation, but all of a sudden, he saw her moving towards him. Now he had no choice. Jesus, when had she gotten this fit? Sure, she was fit when she was dating Harry, but he was dating El at that time, and -she's Harry's ex for fuck's sake, Louis, stop staring- He told himself. "It must be the first time in... What, five years? And you don't look a day older" He spoke to her as she walked closer to him, his characteristic charm falling off his lips easily.

Taylor: It wasn't just the alcohol carrying her across the room, really. It was also the natural feeling that she had to talk to him - some kind of magnetic pull that was telling her that it would be the right thing to do, satisfying her curiosity over what he looked like up close after all these years. Slipping off of the barstool, Taylor excused herself from her friends and pulled her dress down where the tightness had caused it to rise up a little. The one positive thing was the alcohol had made any nervousness settle, although it made her slightly uneasy as she put one high heel in front of the other. She brought her drink with her, of course, knowing that if shit got awkward then she could down it, excuse herself to get another drink and then never come back. She could feel Louis' eyes on her as she came over, and his words made her laugh and flick some of her hair over her shoulder. "Well.. what can I say, I'm eternally twenty two. Frozen in time, thanks to the song," she joked, "and you.. look really different, actually." It was a good thing. A really good thing. Or maybe he'd always been this hot and she'd never taken the time to notice.. in which case, she was judging her twenty two year old self. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" she asked, looking between Louis and the people that he had been previously chatting with, "I can like, rewind back to the bar and leave you to it? I just thought I'd say hi -" a sip of her drink followed, knowing that she'd keep on babbling otherwise. Why did she say that? Who approaches someone and then offers to leave?

Louis: Louis lips curled up into a smile. People who could reference their own songs and make jokes out of their material were the best kind of people, if they took it too personal and you had to walk on eggshells, it just made it stressful and boring. "I feel like you have stayed that age forever. Hair changed a bit, but it's looking very nice as well" Why in the world was he commenting on her hair, was he even supposed to know? Was it okay if he realized before she even brought it up? Looking down at himself when she mentioned how much he'd changed, the Brit shrugged a little "Yeah, finally grew up my couple inches left. Voice hasn't changed much, sorry to say, but hey, other than that, I'm the same old bloke... Different hair too, bless" She said with a laugh. Shaking his head, he reached out to touch her forearm gently "Please, stay don't... It's alright. Don't go back. Unless you need another drink, in which case, I'll be happy to get it for you" Stop talking Louis, shut up "So, how've you been?"

Taylor: When Louis smiled, so did Taylor. It was some kind of infectious thing that she couldn't fight even if she'd wanted to. "Thank you! Oh, shuddup, I'm glad your voice hasn't changed," she pressed her lips together a little, slightly confused about how he'd listed off only two changes in himself when there was definitley something else different. But if her eyes looked him over once more he'd probably think that she was weird - if he didn't already think that, of course. Which he probably did.. she wouldn't blame him. His touching her forearm made her have to press her lips together a little harder to stop her smile from erupting, glad that she hadn't interrupted anything. Infinitely happy that she didn't have to go back to her friends and try not to look over in his direction for the rest of the evening. "Oh no -" she held up her drink, glass around a third full, "I'm good for now. I'm going to reserve that offer, though, for sure. No, I've been good. Really good. I mean, a lot has happened in five years.. ups and downs and such, but I can't complain. Made a couple albums, did a couple tours, sang a couple songs.. how about you? I mean, from what I know it seems like a lot more has changed for you than it has for me."

Louis: Shaking his head, the Brit shrugged a little bit "What can I say, still the same boy from Doncaster, so I'm glad I haven't changed all that much after all" He clarified and looked at her with a smile. Watching her lift her drink up, he nodded his head, bringing his new Jack and Coke to his lips to take a long drink. He was already quite drunk, but he wanted to keep it going... Voices in his head needed to be silenced, voices that wanted to make things happen between his best friend's ex and himself. So he needed them shushed. "Alright, we'll make a trip down there when we need to, cross that fence when we get there" He said with a nod "A couple albums, a couple tours and a couple songs, she says so easily" He said with a scoff "You've been making hit after hit, I've grown tired of hearing them on the radio!" He said, instantly regretting it "It's not... Not that I don't like them. I do, I was just joking. It was.. A joke. I want... Oh God" He said, looking down and taking yet another drink from her glass "For me? Well, One Direction is no more, I've gotten a couple tunes out, I've got a growing beautiful baby boy... So yeah, life's changed drastically"

Taylor: "Me too," she said simply, maybe a little too quietly to be heard above the music that was playing around the venue. It was a moment of sincerity alongside her fumbly intoxicated babbling, and it was gone as soon as it had arrived when she let herself laugh a little at his wording. "We can definitely cross the fence - Hey!" she said, trying to be offended as she crossed her arms over her chest, an eyebrow raised at him. "That was rude. If I throw this drink over you, is the offer still open for you to buy me another one?" she asked, holding her glass up and smirking a little. She was completely joking of course, enjoying Louis' stuttering as he tried to talk his way out of the hole that he'd dug for himself. "It's fine, you don't have to say it's a joke - I can take the criticism, I'm a big girl now remember? I was only joking when I said I'm eternally twenty two." It was strange, because maybe when she was that young she wouldn't have been able to take a joke like that. She was a lot more fragile, intent on proving to everyone around her that she was a serious musician. Now? She'd gone through that phase, had her moments where all she strived for was success and for everyone to compliment her music, and she'd come out of it with a sense of humor and a more relaxed attitude.. for the most part. "Right, see, your life has changed so much more. That's nuts. You happy?" she asked what was definitely an invasive question that she wouldn't ask if she hadn't of had so many to drink. It was asked so casually as well, as though it weren't deep.

Louis: Watching her cross her arms over her chest was absolutely adorable, it was just like watching a pouting child and it just made him smile "Oi, I promise it's not like that. I even leave them on when they come on the radio, sing along to them and everything, pinky promise about it" He said with a nod, holding his pinky up and crossing his heart, both incredibly stupid, but hey, drunk Louis made sense of it. "And yes of course. I'd beg that you didn't do that, but if you must, I'll get you a refill under the one condition that you don't throw it over me again" He said with a smile. He laughed the tension off when she really showed she was joking, taking in a deep breath when he heard her next question. Was he happy? Was he really truly happy? "I am... I really am. Things could be different, things could be better" He said, the image of his mum coming back to him, still feeling like a recent burn on his skin "But I'm happy. Freddie has turned me into a better person, and I'm getting to work with things that bring me joy and I'm so passionate about. So yes, I am. Are you happy, Miss Swift?" He asked with a look, taking in another drink.

Taylor: Taylor eyed him suspiciously, though still unable to conceal her smile as she took his pinky with her own and wiggled their hands together, "I'll believe you this time, Tomlinson, don't make me regret it.." her mock-serious tone was countered by the wiggling of their hands together, extremely childish in the middle of a club in downtown Los Angeles but Taylor was loving it. "You're safe, you can stay dry for now. Mostly because I am not the type of girl to waste alcohol. I'd like, dump it on you and then have to lick it off.." a moment's silence between the two as the penny dropped and Taylor realised how weird that was, taking her pinky away from his and covering her face with the hand. "I am an embarrassment, I don't know why people let me out in public, I promise not to lick you.." she said quickly, blabbering through her flushed cheeks as she laughed at how ridiculous they'd both managed to be within only a few minutes of talking. "God. I'm glad you're happy, though." She sipped her drink whilst she thought of how to answer the question thrown back at her, feeling a need to answer it as well as Louis did. "Yeah. I mean.. I don't know if you heard, but 2016 wasn't my year," she said dryly, "but it made me re-evaluate. Stepped away from the spotlight for the first time in eight years, figured out what's important and all that corny stuff." In all honesty, the recent result from her trial and the reception of her Look What You Made Me Do music video had her happy, but she'd also was just loving life, focusing on what's important - "so yeah, could be a lot worse. Can't complain much, right."

Louis: The feeling he got when they locked pinkies, it probably could only be described by a twelve year old who gets to hold hands with the girl he fancies in the school playground- Wait, fancies? Was he saying that to his drunk self? He didn't fancy her... He couldn't fancy her, she was Harry's ex and he wasn't gonna be that person. So he pushed it back. Their finger remained locked together, but the way his face got when she mentioned licking him was probably far too scarring for her, or something else made her realize, but all of a sudden the image of Taylor Swift licking him was in his mind and he'd lie if he said his skinny jeans got a bit tighter. "I've hung out with dogs, I've been dribbled with drool all over, how different could this be?" He said with a laugh, trying to make her more comfortable. He liked the colour on her cheeks. Hearing her 2016 fail story, he shrugged a little bit "Not every year can be the best, this one's been coming good for you so far, and I'm sure 2018 will be a great one, Swiz" She said with a smile. He finished his drink, the awkwardness between them disappearing like the liquid he was drinking, so he looked up at her "I'm gonna head to the bar, would you like a refill?" He asked, offering her his bare, tattooed arm.

Taylor: She laughed, shaking her head 'no' in response before speaking, "that doesn't sound like a lot of fun. Dog drool or Taylor drool. See, this is why I like cats - no drool necessary and far more coherant in these situations than I'll ever be.. they definitely wouldn't be saying weird shit like I just did." Taylor took his arm as soon as it was offered to her, before her brain even registered what it had been offered to her for. "Swiz? Hey, that's a new one. But yeah.." she paused, finishing the rest of her drink so that it was just ice left in the glass, "would you look at that? What great timing you have! Definitely need a refill, it's like you're psychic," she joked as she brought the empty glass along with her, placing it on the bartop when they got there and not taking her arm off of his. It was too comfortable there; it felt too nice. "So, I expect you didn't think you'd come here tonight and get landed with a stray Taylor Swift?" she asked amusedly, asking the bartender for a vodka with lemon and lime when his attnetion turned to them.

Louis: The conversation kept going about Taylor drooling, which came from Taylor licking him, and his drunk mind was just struggling to process that without looking at her and just wanting to jump her bones off. What could he do, she was incredibly attractive, she was funny and he was off his face!? "I'm sure your drool would be much better than... Dogs.. What am I saying?" He kept laughing "Oh, your cats?! They're bloody awesome, I've seen some videos, they're hilarious" He said as she accepted his arm and they begun walking. Watching her chug back the rest of her drink, his eyebrows shot up and he smiled "Woman that can knock back drinks that easy, you're incredible company" He joked. Once they got there, he ordered his drink and so did she "I did not, in fact. I came here with a friend, Ashley Benson, but she's off with the rest of her mates and I kinda crashed, so running into a lovely stray Taylor Swift was a wonderful thing" He said with a grin.

Taylor: She smiled wide, all but glowing at the new knowledge that Louis was glad she'd come over. It could only have gone two ways, and if it had gone the other way then it would have been pretty awkward for her. It's not like she had gone over there expecting anything groundbreaking from the situation, but more giving into the magnetic attraction and catching up with him. But now? Now she was staying because his arm felt strong in hers, his voice had her hanging onto every last word that he said and when he turned to address the barman she could smell his cologne strongly, and it was way more intoxicating that anything she'd had to drink that evening. He was not only intoxicating, but also proving to be great company. "Well, y'know, I try to show up in good timing. It's only the polite thing to do." Thanking the bartender, she drank some of her drink. The citrus made it even sharper than it would be usually, scrunching her face up a little and shaking her head as it ran down her throat. "Damn, that's sharp," she put the glass back down on the tabletop, and in looking down she caught sight of Louis' arms properly for the first time. "Hey, you got a couple more of these going on now," she said, side leaning against the bar and facing Louis now. Her arm stayed where it was, other hand coming up to trace over the bird on his forearm.

Louis: Louis looked at Taylor and smiled, nodding at her words "Like clockwork, Miss Swift, you've come in to save the night-" He was gonna keep going with some drunken ramblings, but all of a sudden, it's like she turned into a toddler or like a small cat, the way she scrunched her nose up, it made something happen to him, something in the bottom of his stomach turned and flipped, and all he could do was smile. The Brit had gotten too caught up in her frankly adorable gesture, so the way she turned down and looked at his arm caught him off guard. "Yeah, I've gotten it quite filled up in the past... What, five years? Little addicted to the ink now, not gonna lie" He said with a chuckle, keeping both her hands on his arm but extending it to show off most of it "Have you gotten any yourself?"

Taylor: With the extension of his arm, Taylor took it as an invitation to explore, both hands on his arm and twisting it around a little so she could get a better view. "I like the spontaneity of these. This is wild. Like, this is a wild ride right here," she commented, exploring happily until he asked if she'd gotten any. Taylor was about to answer his question before she looked up at him, faces relatively close due to her looking at his arm. In fact, considering they were two people who had seen each other for the first time in five years, their faces were incredibly close. A lot closer than they should be. "Do you think I have any?" she asked, cuirous as to his answer. "Where on my body do you think I have a tattoo?"

Louis: Louis allowed her to twist his arm one way and the other, hand going opened so she could see everything. For a second there, he actually felt proud of them, and it kinda boosted on his confidence. She liked them... Why did it matter so much that she liked them, and liked them enough to look at them for such a long period of time. "Some of them weren't the best decision, but I dunno, I love them none the less" He said with a chuckle. As soon as she turned her face and he noticed how close they were, Louis' eyes took a bit to focus on her bright blue ones. He was about to take a drink, but thankfully he didn't, because if he had heard Taylor's question with a mouthful, he would've done a classic spittake all over her. Chuckling, he took a step back and lowered his head into his hands "I'm gonna be the gentleman me mum raised, and I'm not gonna answer that question with the answer I'd like to hear. Maybe you've got something nice on your ribcage... I dunno!" He said with a laugh, shrugging "I've got more ink than most people, so I've got pretty imaginative places"

Taylor: She liked that he was letting her be playful like this, since she figured he probably got this a lot. Any person with such visible tattoos probably got questions all day long about them, but he didn't seem agitated at all. If he were, she'd definitely stop. She wasn't trying to be annoying, "no, I think they're cool. Unique. Although Ed's got my album title tattooed on his arm, so he wins," she said, "but second? In comparison to everyone else in the world? Like, that's an achievement." Taylor loved the reaction that she got from Louis, she loved making him squirm even if she wasn't much a fan of the new distance in between them. She'd liked the eye contact, getting lost in the moment for a split second. "My ribcage?" she repeated, laughing with him, "that's cute but the wrong answer unfortunately, bud. There's actually only one way to know the answer to that question.." she said suggestively before pausing, taking in his reaction before laughing an continuing ".. you say 'pretty please'. I'm sorry to disappoint, but no tattoos here. I'm too indecisive."

Louis: Louis laughed when she brought up Ed Sheeran. In probably the closest call, Ed would be the one person he'd put to a counting test with Harry to see who had more tattoos, or who had more of their body covered by ink, because even though the ginger's ones were a lot more colourful and bigger, Harry had an obscene amount of them. Why was his mind going to Harry so much, was this trying to tell him something? Yes, reminding him that the girl in front of him, who had spoken about licking him and about wondrous places for her to have tatoos in was in fact his best mate's ex. So he tried to pull himself back "Alright, I'll take a happy second after him. And yeah, your ribcage, or like under your boobs like Rihanna" He kept mucking up, taking another drink "Would you ever get one? I swear, they're the best, but once you start, you can't stop"

Taylor: "Your second place trophy is in the mail, I promise. Under my boobs? Oh God, I could never.. what if the person doing it slipped and I just have a line going up one of my boobs for the rest of my life? I'm a complete wimp, I have zero pain tolerance, I would be a tattooist's worst nightmare," she said with a shake of her head. "I know what I'm like. Probably get a guy's name or something super personal and then end up having to get it lazered off," she said numbly, having some of her drink as she finished talking. "But the under boob thing? I couldn't pull that off. I'm not Rihanna. Maybe in another life. Or on my wedding day so I can get cheesy, cute shit. Who knows," she paused, drinking some more before eyeing a pen on the other side of the bar. Checking that no one was watching, she reached over and grabbed it before handing it to Louis. "New game, let's play -" she paused, lifting his arm up "- naughts and crosses! I'm crosses, so you need the pen 'cos my work is done for me. I'll even let you go first," she was speaking through giggles, thinking she was completely hilarious.

Louis: "Alright, brilliant. Coming to England? Oh, it's gonna take its bloody long time to get there, may as well start getting more tattoos. I can get a 1989 tattooed, would that put me over Ed? Then I'd have a second one and a first place too, I'd be the ultimate tattoo lad" He kept spewing crap from his mouth, he was so far from the thinking point, but she made it easy for him to let loose and just say any stupid thing that came to his mind. "Yeah, tattoos can be quite hard, that's why I try not to get any names, d'you know what I mean? It's mostly stupid little things like this fuckin lad with the skateboard" He said with a laugh. He wasn't gonna comment on the millions of ways he thought she was fitter than Rihanna, but the idea of her getting a tattoo with the man she married made him smile. Lucky sod, whoever that man would be. He got curious when she proposed a game, but as soon as she lifted his arm up, he rolled his eyes with a smile and laughed "I think I'v gotten an unfair move here..." He said, pursing his lips and looking at her.

Taylor: Her eyes widened, comparable to a kid coming downstairs on Christmas and seeing all their presents there. Taylor was an excitable person, and today was no different - "no way! Yeah, okay, do that. You win all the awards if you do that. Although if that turns into a competition between you and Ed, whoever gets my face first is definitely getting a restraining order," she joked, shaking her head a little and messing up her loose curls in the process. "The dude with the skateboard is one of my favorites, and calling him stupid wasn't a very nice thing to do," she spoke in a warning tone, the smile on her lips countering it easily. "Maybe you have. But life isn't fair. Right, fine, I'll go first..." she trailed off, hand appearing at her chin as she pretended to think for a moment. Eventually she put her hand back on his arm, letting her index finger trace the x in the middle of the grid. "I think I'll go there. A nice, bold move.. right in the middle of the grid.. can't go wrong.”

Louis: "Oh shit, I've mucked up, d'you know what the papers could say if I got that on me? We'd be the hottest out there in news material... Could use that, probably need a bit of spicing up in the media, my life's boring as watching paint dry and I'm sure my publicist thinks it's time for  a new scandal" He joked, smiling and laughing at her joke "Oi, a face is too much, but I'm sure it'd look wonderful next to Ed's lion. Tell him to ring me when he's doing it, I wanna be there" He teased. "The lad on the skateboard was a high, drunk decision that was just... The heat of the moment, this is what I tell you, you end up getting crap because there's a tattoo spot somewhere close and why not?" Louis said with a laugh. Watching her analyze her move, Lou's eyes rolled but the biggest smile stayed on his face. "Alright, loser gets the next round" He said, knowing full and well he was gonna lose, but to feel her fingers on his skin, he'd pay as many rounds as he could. Choosing one of the empty spots, he drew a circle "Alright, your move... "

Taylor: "Oh, God," she said through her laughter, "I can imagine it. We'd definitely be hot news, I don't think that anybody would have seen it coming. I'd feel a lot of pressure to return the favour, so make sure you name your first album something cool so I'm not stuck with something lame on me for life, okay?" she requested, eyes scanning the game grid as though she were having to contemplate her next move. "See, to get through a tattoo I'd probably have to be high and drunk. Otherwise I'd be a nervous mess. Are you planning another one anytime soon?" she asked curiously, drinking whilst Louis took his turn at the game. "Ooh Lou.." and there it was, out slipped the first time that she'd ever call him that the level of comfort and unexpected familiarity between the two making her feel like she could slip into the nickname she'd never used before. "I don't think that was a good move for you. Like.. I wouldn't have gone there, if I were you - but I'm no expert. I just think there's a strong chance you'll be getting these drinks," she said, pausing for a moment before tracing over one of the other x's, fingertip shaking a little where she couldn't stop laughing.

Louis: "Probably just name it Louis, or even worse, Louis Tomlinson. You'll be stuck with me name on your body for the rest of your life, it'll absolutely be the worst thing ever" He laughed and looked at her "Could get one word under each one of your boobs" He said, nodding his head at her and chuckling. When had they gotten this close, it felt odd, but it also felt really really right. "Yeah, I always plan on tattoos... I wanna get something for Freddie soon enough, but I dunno what or where, but I need to get my boy on me as soon as possible" He said, looking down and trying to find some space on her arms. He'd make some room somehow for his son. Laughing at the way she was overanalyzing the game, he shook his head and sucked a breath through his teeth "N-no... You're cheating. How are you just... So good at this. This time, this time you're not winning" He said, placing yet another random circle, the proximity between them making him lift his head up and have her face so closo.

Taylor: "I could think of a lot worse things.." Taylor offered, shaking her head a little. The laughter came when he suggested getting one under each boob, "see, I bet that's way better than anything that Rihanna's got. Or maybe I'll just tell you that I got it tattooed there in return for your 1989 tat, but I'll be telling a lie. It's not like anyone other than me would ever know," she pointed out, face smug as though she'd just outsmarted the hypothetical situation. When she saw him looking down at his arms, she shook her head, "get his name under where your boobs would be - then we'd be matching. I'd have your name, you have Freddie's name, and maybe your son will grow up, find my music, be a massive fan and then complete the circle and get my name tatted." His responses to the game were killing her, loving that they had the same style of humor. "I am not cheating! This is natural born talent, baby," she said with a slow nod, as though she were cool. The closeness of their faces was distracting her, and anything could have happened in the bar around them and she'd have been too wrapped up in Louis' eyes to notice. She didn't look away as she took her turn, finger tracing the last x and missing it, slightly off to the side, but he knew what she meant. It's not like she had a lot of options. Taylor licked her bottom lip a little before speaking, "I won.”

Louis: The whole coming from getting his name tattooed on her under her breasts gave Louis hellish ideas, ideas he shouldn't be having but under an alcohol fueled buzz, he really couldn't help himself. "You think I've got boobs?" He looked down, his free hand going down to pat on his chest "I thought I was fitter than that, Christ, I need to get back to the gym" He said, downing his drink finally "Well, I'll be sure to subtly show him your music. His mum is a fan though, so I'm sure she'll do that job for me. I'll get him to get the tattoo if you get it, and I'll make sure you do have it, before I even do it meself" He said with a smile. The way she looked at her so assertively, he knew she was letting her win, and so did she, but how she looked into his soul, how she licked her lips, it was taking everything in Louis not to kiss her right then and there. He smiled at her, looking down at his arm and then back up at her, not moving an inch "Red crosses win... Can I buy you another drink?" He would've bought as many as possible if it meant having her this close forever.

Taylor: "No, no, no, no!" she said quickly, laughing as she flushed red. "No I mean, if you did have boobs. Which you don't. I mean, I wouldn't know." she was babbling now, just like before, trying to get herself out of the word vomit that she'd gotten herself into. "You're fit," she said before shaking her head 'no' at herself, mentally shouting at herself for being such a loser. "Oh, she is? Louis, I have every confidence your kid is being brought up right. You'll make sure I have it, hm? Can't wait to see how that goes," she chuckled a little, finishing off her drink in time to get the next one that she'd 'won' so fairly. When he offered to buy her another drink she just nodded, needing a moment to find her voice again after getting lost in the moment for a few moments. "It's always good to see the underdog win, right? I'm proud of that victory. Same again please, Tomlinson. Maybe you'll have better luck next time." An intoxicated Taylor was bold enough to assume there'd be a next time.

Louis: Louis laughed at the way the girl stumbled over her words. It was good, because it was the same way he felt he was talking and working around her. "Thank you, I think you're pretty fit too" The compliment escaped him, but it was a healthy compliment, right? Not... Nothing far... Too uncommon. She... God, it was so wrong, he was so drunk, he needed to bow out before things got too far out of his control. But why couldn't he? "I'll make sure I ask Harry, he's seen it before, won't mind if he sees it again, will you?" WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?! FUCKING HELL, LOUIS, YOU'VE JUST BROUGHT IT DOWN, JUST GO HOME YOU DRUNKEN TWAT. "I'm sorry... That was... Yeah. I'm sure you'd look lovely. With or without it" He said, putting his free hand over his face, as if he was trying to apologize for what he had just said. "I... Can I get whatever she just had and a Jack and Coke, and just... Make it a double" He said, trying to hide his shame "That was really not okay from my part, I'm so sorry"

Taylor: Each time that she spoke, Tay was worried that Louis would think she was a total weirdo and make up some reason to go back to his friends. His laugh was the simplest of reminders that he was cool with her being a complete loser, no matter how much she was finding it difficult to speak in coherant sentences. Why did it feel so good when he complimented her? She shouldn't really be caring what he thought of her yet knowing that there was some form of mutual attraction between the two made her feel good. It was the mention of Harry that had her coming back down to Earth a little, wishing her glass wasn't empty so she could knock back the reality check with some vodka. Her overthinking nature stepped in again, wondering if he'd brought it up as a way to subtly remind her that she had history with his best friend; a way to tell her she was being inappropriate. It was a fair reminder to Taylor of who she was, who he was, and why maybe she shouldn't have let attraction get the better of her when she decided to walk across the room to speak to him. Taylor shook her head when he apologized, because he really didn't need to. "No, I mean, don't worry about it. It sounds like you're trying to wingman for Harry there, didn't think he'd need help in the romance department," she commented, trying to sound chill even if this topic of conversation made her a little nervous.

Louis: Louis laughed nervously, the alcohol in his brain making it incredibly hard to find a decent excuse for that horrible comment he made. Sure, she didn't seem to make much of it, but she was surely being polite about it and making no fuss about things was how she dealt with stuff like this. "Hardly so, but you know, gotta speak well of me mates at some point, right? If not, when I need a bit of help, they'll just sort me out with the first one that comes along. Lads backing lads up" He said with a small smile and a shrug, trying to simmer back the conversation.

Taylor: The momentum in the conversation from Taylor's end had slowed down a little, and when the barman gave her the drink she took a generous amount of it down in the first moment, needing it in order to get her shit together. "I think I'm the last person that you'd need to speak well of Harry to," she mumbled, audible above the music but barely due to the fact that she was holding her glass close to her mouth ready to take another sip. "But lads backing lads up is smart, I always thought it was cool how close you guys were. Are. Whatever." The fresh quantity of alcohol was making it harder for Taylor to hide her distaste.

Louis: The new distance between them was something he wasn't too fond off. He wanted to ask her to play noughts and crosses. Hell, he'd do anything that required them to be face to face again, but he wasn't really coming up with the best ideas, and he wasn't really in the best subject either "We're still quite close" He said with a small shrug, looking at her with a smile "Hey.. D'you wanna go dancing?" He asked, looking at the club.

Taylor: Could she possibly hit the rewind button? Take herself back to before his reality check has brought her crashing back down, relying on the alcohol to lift her back up again? She was chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully, messing up whatever lipstick she'd decided to put on that evening but she was beyond the point of caring. Did she want to go dancing? Yes. She definitely did. But she was all too aware that she shouldn't want to dance with him. Never one to walk away when she should, or to deny herself what she wanted, Taylor nodded and drank back the rest of her drink. The vodka was strong and the ice cold, abandoning the glass on the side and grabbing Louis' hand. "Let's do it. I wanna see if your dancing is as awkward as some of the shit that come from your mouth," she teased, laughing at his expense as she walked with him over to and through the mass of dancing bodies. Some of them friends, some of them strangers, but her mind was focused on only one person as she turned to face him.

Louis: He really didn't expect her to agree. Really didn't. There were people in this party who'd point at them and start thinking, and writing stories, and printing stories, and before anything happened, they'd be married of for Just Jared, for all he cared. But right now, with so much alcohol in his system, he didn't really mind. Grabbing onto her hand, he led her inside the dance floor. Turning her around once, he spun her before he began dancing "I think what I've been saying is much more awkward than your dancing"

Taylor: She laughed, feeling so carefree as he spun her even if his words were still echoing around in her head and the disappointment had settled in her stomach. She wasn't sure what she'd expected before - acting and thinking as though a game of imaginary naughts and crosses had signalled towards something more. It didn't. The small, logical side of her brain knew that now as she spun, hand holding his whilst they danced as she would with any of her friends on a night out. Louis' comment about Harry from earlier had left Taylor feeling eternally friendzoned, but she was okay with that. She was still dancing with the guy that had grabbed her attention from the moment she'd walked in, and that was a win in her eyes. "Yeah, I mean, I'm not going to disagree with that," she chuckled as she leaned towards him to speak, making sure that she was heard over the loudness of the music and the hustle of her friends. "It seems to me like we're two incredibly awkward human beings anyway, I don't know who's idea it was to put us in the same room."

Louis: He heard her laugh and his world froze for an instant. It sounded stupid, but it was one of those thing he could possibly just listen for the rest of his life, it just sounded like paradise, and even through the blaring music, he could still listen to it even after she was done laughing. Dancing around with her in his hands, it made him want to do... Less polite things, mainly kiss her. God, he'd give anything to kiss her senseless. But it was probably the alcohol speaking, she was Harry's ex, and he didn't want to do that to their friendship. Feeling her lean in, he placed a hand on her waist to steady her "I definitely don't but I'm glad you came looking for me" He said with a chuckle and a quick wink at her.

Taylor: Taylor could tell that the touch on her waist was innocent; she wasn't really in the state to lean over towards anyone and be trusted to keep her balance. He was steadying her - or attempting to - and all that it was doing was making her feel a little more uneven, the feeling of want that was settling inside of her wasn't going to go away and he wasn't helping anything. His wink didn't exactly help matters, but she pushed it aside as best she could as her brain focused in on the beat of the music. "Hey, and I somehow managed to persuade you away from your friends, beat your ass at tic tac toe, get some drinks and be my dance partner? I'm the envy of many tonight." The alcohol is what gave her the confidence to do this, standing to pull her phone out and unlock it with her thumb. "Okay, I'm so aware this sounds like a pick up line -" it was "- but I've probably changed numbers about a thousand times since I last saw you, and if I ever had your number then I don't now. We should like, have a tic tac toe rematch? Or I could repay you for the drinks sometime," she said, loud over the music although the shyness was there in her voice. Tay had a feeling he didn't care about getting repaid for the drinks, but it was an excuse to get his number. "If you want to. I mean, you don't have to. If this is weird," she gave him the option to opt out, her phone now open to the contacts screen as she offered it to him.

Louis: Louis smiled widely. Hearing her list all the things she'd gotten him to do tonight, things he wouldn't have done if she hadn't come close to him, but things he'd do time and time again, and was very happy he'd done, did nothing but make him smile "Or, you've had to put up with me, leaving my friends off the hook completely. I'm sure they've found much better company" He said with a shrug and a chuckle, clearly a joke. Her question, basically asking for his phone number, did take him aback to some extent. But this was them being drunk and silly, but he'd actually really like to catch up with her. Sober. "You know what, I'd like that..." He said with a smile. Looking down at his watch, he eyed it quickly "It's getting quite late, d'you plan on leaving any time soon? Or just party the hell out of the night? 'Cause I'd gladly walk you out and get a cab" He said with a big smile "Plus, I can properly hear your number where it's a bit quieter" Was that... Flirting? Nah.... *shit*

Taylor: With his joke, she chuckled herself, "yeah, actually, they paid me to come over to you. They needed me to distract you so they could make a getaway.." Taylor could tell from his facial expression that he didn't expect her to ask for his number, and she momentarily cursed the alcohol for giving her the confidence to ask. Hearing that he actually was down for that was a huge relief, the nerves settling for a moment as he checked his watch. "It is?" her feet were still moving to the rhythm in the middle of the dance floor, but she stopped to hold onto his arm and peer at his watch. Yeah, she could have checked the time on her phone but an excuse to touch his hand again felt more appealing. "Well shit. No, I should probably get back. I've got a 7am start tomorrow and a long day," she nodded with a smile, although it wouldn't be so funny when her alarm went off in just under six hours' time. Tay was disappointed that the night was coming to an end, but if he legitimately wanted her number then at least they'd have another day to look forward to at some point. Maybe. "Sounds good, yeah," she looked around briefly for Nick, although she resolved to text him in the morning since it'd probably take forever to find him in the mass of people, "let's goooo."

Louis: He didn't shake her hands off his arm, no. On the contrary, his other hand went over to find hers and place it over his forearm, as if she had taken his arm, old school style... What the hell, he was a romantic... At least drunk Louis was. Escorting her outside the club, he walked slowly, trying to stretch their time together, their last few moments. "D'you have a very busy day tomorrow?" He asked, his free hand picking his phone out his pocket and opening up the Uber app to call in a car for her.

Taylor: Her hands relaxed over his warm skin as they walked together, the cold air hitting her suddenly as they stepped out of the venue. She instinctively huddled into his side a little closer, the sound of her heels on the pavement suddenly loud whereas before there was no way they'd hear them above the music. Fresh air sobered her up a little as she combed back through her mind over what she had to do tomorrow. "My label president is flying in from Nashville. So it's a lot of meetings and too many decisions to be made. Probably smart that I'm leaving now so I can get at least some sleep, otherwise I'd end up signing off on something dumb," she chuckled to herself, knowing it's probably something she'd do. "How about you, you gonna go back in there and party the night away?"

Louis: Louis smiled widely and looked down at her, the feeling of her huddling close being too adorable to ignore, hating that he hadn't brought a jacket with him. He wrapped an arm around her, rubbing hers with the palm of his hand and handing him her phone "Put your address in, it'll take you home" He said with a smile. LA cabs were garbage, and he wanted her to make it home safe. "Nah, I think I'll go back home and have an early night, hang out with Freddie tomorrow"

Taylor: His hand rubbing her arm generated some warmth, and she smiled at him in thanks as she took the phone. It was her own stupid fault for not bringing anything that was properly warm, but it had worked out for the best if it had meant more skin-to-skin contact with Louis. Oh God. She shook her head a little, curls bouncing as she tried to get thoughts like that out of her head. She'd had way too much to drink if her mind was going there. "Okay, gotcha," she typed her address in the box on the phone, brain needing way too much concentration so she didn't type in the wrong address and end up getting a cab to the wrong place. That wouldn't be fun. "Oh God, are we really this old?" she laughed at the fact they were both leaving a party early. "Never had you down as the type to leave a party early," she commented as she passed the phone back to him. There were Ubers everywhere in Los Angeles, it would probably take no more than two minutes for one to appear in front of them and she tried to hide her disappointment at the fact their time was so limited.

Louis: Louis looked down at the confirmation time on the Uber app, it said just under five minutes... And he sighed sadly. Why? He wanted to spend more time with her, but it'd have to wait until they both were free to catch up... While sober. "We are, just so frightfully old, you know?" He said with a chuckle, smiling widely down at her, all the blues of having to part ways going away when he saw her smile "I really wasn't. If this was three years back, I'd probably be leaving here to go catch another one... Having a kid changes you... You've got no excuses" He teased her, rubbing her arm once again.

Taylor: She was clinging to this night with both hands, worried internally that meeting up with him when they were sober wouldn't quite be the same. In fact, she knew it wouldn't be the same. She knew that when it wasn't so late and she didn't have alcohol flowing through her veins that she wouldn't be so awkwardly half-flirty with him. She wouldn't be thinking of him like this. Or so she thought. "Literally, maybe next time we hang out it should be like, knitting or playing some bingo," she joked. "Hey, alright, I have no excuses. Like, at all. But I have a lot of early starts and I like my sleep. Also, my mom will be at the meeting tomorrow and even though I'm twenty seven, she'd still give me a disappointed look if I show up looking crazy hungover," she chuckled a little. In front of her stood a gorgeous, responsible father and here she was, a mess of a woman who still obeyed her own parents. It was beyond amusing. "But hey, I'm glad I came over to you tonight. It was a lot of fun. Thanks for putting up with me."

Louis: "Drinking tea and complaining about the weather, that's the English equivalent of bingo and knitting... Though my nan did knit a lot, bless her heart" He said with a laugh, looking down at her with a smile and shaking his head. Hearing her speak, it did ping him a little, especially now that he was drunk, when she spoke about her mother, but he knew he didn't have to take it like that. So he chose to push it behind him and smile "Well, we all answer to someone. In your case, it's the people who raised you. In my case? An 18 month old who refuses to do anything but play football and run around the garden, so I need my sleep I think just as much as you do" He said with a smile. Watching her car pool up, he matched the plate on the car to the one on his phone, and walked with her to open the door "Putting up? Nonsense. I loved it"

Taylor: "I'll drink tea and complain about the weather with you no problem, Tomlinson," she smiled a little, her voice coming across sweet and heartfelt and not at all in the jokey way that she meant for it to sound. She cleared her throat, stepping towards the cab as it pulled over and turning to Louis, his opening the door meaning that she was placed in the center of a triangle that consisted of the car, the door and Louis. "I loved it too," the still silence between them lasted all of two seconds where she contemplated just turning to get in the car but her arms acted instinctively, wrapping around him and pulling him into a hug. He was so warm and welcoming, her face nuzzled loosely into the curve of his neck as she resisted the urge to hug him closer. It lingered maybe a little longer than it should have done, and Taylor's cheeks were flushed as she pulled back. She was sober enough now to feel like she needed an excuse for acting this way, "m'sorry. I'm from Nashville - we hug a lot," she mumbled awkwardly, smiling before turning to get into the Uber. "Have fun with Freddie tomorrow. I hope he kicks your ass at soccer."

Louis: Louis smiled at the prospect of drinking tea and complaining about the weather with Taylor. Something so mundane, so irrelevant, that it shouldn't make sense. But it made all the sense to him. Once she stood between the car and his body and hugged him, his arms instantly went around her waist to bring her close. His cheek landed on the side of her head, he took a beat to breathe in her perfume and take it all in. His thumbs brushed over her clothes, and he felt like he shouldn't but couldn't help himself. "And I'm from England and we don't hug at all, but I'd do that any time" He said with a soft smile. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so bad. And he knew that meant he was in so much trouble. "Good luck in your meeting, tell your mom to take it easy on you for me, alright? And make sure you let me know when you get home" He said, shooting her a quick wink before closing the door and tapping on the top of the car, signalling the driver to go. Boy was he in so much trouble.

[nightmarejulianna]

What was the last thing you made with your own hands? I am making a linocut phoenix in Studio Art right now in school. What was your favorite toy as a child? My favorite toys were LEGOS. I used to spend hours upon hours in my basement building the LEGO Friends sets. How many TV’s are in your house? Um, let me see...one in my great room, one in my dining room, one in the kitchen, one in my room, one in the theater, one at the bar, one in Jeff’s room...that’s uh 8 TVs...wow that’s a lot. What is your favorite thing to do outside? Hunting! or archery whatever works How do you feel when you see a rainbow? I feel magical Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true? No not really, unless you count deja vu Have you ever been to a psychic/tarot reader? no I have not What is your idea of paradise? there is a meadow close to the mansion where I go to relax Do you believe in god and if so what is he/she/it like? Yes I do and it’s the place where all your wishes come true, like Never Land from Disney Do you believe in Hell? Yes I do in fact I’ve been there What one thing have you done that most people haven’t? I’ve killed someone What is the kindest thing you have ever done? Comforted someone Are you a patient person? NO DEFINITELY NOT What holiday should exist but doesn’t? UH HORROR DAY What holiday shouldn’t exist but does? Labor Day What’s the best joke you ever heard? all my boyfriend’s puns  Where is the most fun place you have EVER been? the meadow Is your hair natural or dyed? natural Do you have any deep dark secrets or are you pretty much up front? A TON OF SECRETS maybe you guys can get me to spit it out tho... What is under your bed right now? a bunch of crates with wrapping paper, bows, and present stuff If you were in the Land of Oz would you want to live there or go home? I would want to go home If you drive do you frequently speed? I don’t drive; I'm deathly afraid of car accidents What is the world’s best song to dance to? The Phoenix by Fallout Boy What song was on the last time you danced with someone? Human by Christina Perri Do you prefer Disney or Warner Brothers? Warner Bros What is the first animal you would run to see if you went to the zoo? the panther or the black mamba Would you consider yourself to be romantic? totally If the earth stopped rotating would we all fly off? no, maybe, yes, I don’t know What is the one thing that you love to do so much that you would make sacrifices to be able to do it? make out with my boyfriend If you (and everyone) had to lose one right or freedom, but you could pick which one everyone had to lose, what would you pick? one right If you had to choose would you live on the equator or at the North Pole? the equator Would you rather give up listening to music or watching television? watching television What do you think makes someone a hero? when you stand up for yourself or someone else What cartoon would you like to be a character in? I have no idea Name one thing that turns your stomach: when people talk about killing snakes What was the last thing you paid for? I don’t remember Are you a coupon clipper? I could care less about coupons Get anything good in the mail recently? I got a vase of flowers from my boyfriend Which would you rather take as a gym class…dancing, sailing, karate, or bowling? dancing

What insects are you afraid of? cockroaches (cause I'm allergic to them) If you could print any phrase on a T-shirt, what would it say? Friendship alights wings to the heart What’s the most eccentric thing you have ever worn? Idr

If you could pick one food that you could eat all you wanted but it would have no effect on how much you weigh, what food would it be? cheesecake or waffles What are your parents interested in? their work Have you ever caught an insect and kept it as a pet? yes Have you ever caught and tamed a wild animal? yes What is more helpful to you, wishes or plans? plans When do you feel your life energy the strongest? the full moon You are spending the night alone in the woods and may bring only 3 items with you. What do you bring? 

my bow and arrows, food, and clothes