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                       ❛❛    before  you  EXPLAIN  to  me  WHY  IT  IS  that  you  gave  me  a  TWO  SECOND  warning  before  kicking  the  living  SHIT  out  of  me  in  front  of  a  group  of  girls  and  taking  me  to  WHEREVER  THE  FUCK  I  am,  I  gotta  ask  ——  kelly,  why  the  FACE  ?  thought  you  were  a  fan.    ❜❜    yes.  he’s  offended.

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          a PLAYFUL roll of the eyes and some semblance of a comforting pat on the head is going to be the most apology he’s going to receive. she LOVES and CARES for her girl gang but all this mindless killing lost it’s adrenaline rush months ago. half of the poor saps didn’t even deserve to be chopped up and used as toys. especially this cutie right before her. 

          “     it could’a been W O R S E, adam. i did you a favor. plus, a bruise is better than a scar !     “     and that last part was from personal experience. 

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sacryfices.

                       he’s  just  now  TUCKED  his  wife  into  bed,  heavily  medicated  as  she  ALWAYS  is,  he’s  treated  himself  to  some  PEACEFUL  ALONE  TIME.  perhaps  he’d  call  the  maid  to  POINT  HER  in  the  direction  of  some  spots  she  had  seem  to  miss.   but  after  answering  this  HEADACHE  of  a  knock  at  his  front  door.  there’s  an  IMMEDIATE  change  in  demeanor  as  his  eyes  met  the  face  he  OH  SO  FAVORED  UPON.  tongue  glides  across  PAPER  THIN  LIPS  and  lips  BREAK  into  a  wide  cheshire  grin.    ❛❛      EMILY  !    ❜❜

                       eyes  SCAN  her  figure  before  moving  aside  to  ALLOW  her  entry,    ❛❛    how  are  you,  DEAR  ?    please,  JOIN  ME  in  the  KITCHEN  !  I  have  a  cup  of  COFFEE  expecting  me  and  i’m  feeling  rather  GENEROUS  so  there  MIGHT  just  be  another  with  your  name  on  it.    ❜❜    hand  EXTENDS  for  her  to  grab,  there’s  playfulness  in  his  TONE,  a  little  more  INAPPROPRIATE  than  it  should  be  but that’s  never  bothered  her  BEFORE.  if  he  RECALLS  correctly,  she’s  ENCOURAGED  it.  but  he  can’t  REMEMBER  that  far  back  and  his  wife  most  DEFINITELY  cannot  either.

         as much as she HARBORS a crush on the man, he was not was she was there for nor expecting. emily’s smile is still one that BEAMS though. perhaps it was the UGLY DUCKLING SYNDROME that made her giddy around the attention. and he was never shy of showering her in it.     (     no matter WHO was around     )     wetting her lips she takes his hand graciously. the big white cake of a house is one of the fanciest she’s seen. syder liked to pretend it wasn’t a big deal but spending her life jumping from apartment to apartment was a life less lavish, but at least she had a home. dress swaying behind her on the way to the kitchen, she sets her bearings down on the cool marble counter top.

        “     i’m okay ! how are you and the missus ? i never see her.     “     she doesn’t look at him. her eyes focus on the view through the windows. not because it’s beautiful or anything, but because it’ll keep her from getting all tongue-tied in his presence.     “     thank you for offering but um, i was actually her for syder. i figured he’d be home because you know, he’s mostly nocturnal and i hadn’t seen him in a while.     “

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                       BUTTERFLIES.  the  only  sensation  in  the  PIT  of  her  STOMACH  after  every  kiss  from  the  girl  she  never  EXPECTED  to  have.  if  it  weren’t  for  the  BELL  their  lips  would  have  never  PARTED.  though  now,  LATE  as  PER  USUAL,  she  sneaks  in,  taking  a  SEAT  on  the  benches.  it’s  far  too  late  to  change  for  gym  now,  NOT  that  she  was  PLANNING  to  do  so  anyhow.  fingers  RUN  through  brown  tendrils,  pushing  her  hair  to  the  side  with  one  hand,  IPHONE  tightly  in  her  GRASP  in  the  other.  the  CORNERS  of  her  lips,  once  facing  heavenward,  grow  wane  to  the  FAMILIARITY  of  the  voice  belonging  to  UNADULTERATED  deceit.  eyes  FLUTTER  shut,  a  sharp  INTAKE  was  cued.  heart  felt  as  HEAVY  as  the  day  he  broke  it.

                       head  turns  to  HIM,  brow  QUIRKING  upward  before  furrowing  together,  JERKING  BACK  for  a  second.    ❛❛    are  you  ASKING  me  for  HELP  ?    ❜❜    he  should  be  the  LAST  person  to  ask  ANYTHING  of  her.  swallowing  thickly,  her  HANDS  shook  rather  DISCRETELY.  or  so  she  hoped  it  was.  brown  HUES  lock  on  his.  a  HALF  ASSED  smile  in  place.    ❛❛    i’ve  been  HAPPY.  —-  REALLY  REALLY  happy.  you  ?    ❜❜    part  of  her  PREFERRED  not  to  HEAR,  the  other  PART  wished  he’d  say  he’s  MISERABLE  without  her,  but  all  of  her  wanted  him  JOYOUS  whether  she  was  in  his  life  or  NOT.

         a MISTAKE this had all been a great big fucking mistake. he feels the need to recoil back as if she had snapped her jaws at him. cesar can’t say he’s USED TO or UNDERSTANDING of the way she’s acting. to be quite honest, she was as unpredictable as he.     (     in various ways, of course     )     the dude was reckless with words as she was sacrificial with feelings. they were each PERFECTLY imperfect that way. a SHARP intake of breath and shake of his head are all he can muster up at the moment. truth be told, he did not anticipate making it thus far.     “     i’m not asking you for HELP. i’ve never asked you for ANYTHING.     “     F U C K, that was harsh.

         cesar looks away towards the loud students of the class. he should be elsewhere but there he is. already PESTERING the girl who wanted nothing but good things for him. mr. alvinn’s was right. cesar was a     (     DUMB IN A CAN.     )    he sighs, body turning away from her frigid one. last thing he needs is a new boat of rumors sailing through their grade because he wound up in her vicinity.     (     yes, he’s noticed. he notices everything about her.     )     fingers twiddling and foot tapping rhythmically, he shrugs,     “     same as always. just thought i’d say hi or whatever, i don’t know. it was dumb. i was BORED.    “     he’s shaky now, growing hot and sweaty. he’s ready to leave. 

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          she’s having TROUBLE lately. trouble focusing, trouble making friends and trouble trying to be some semblance of NORMAL. this school year had not been  k i n d  at all. she’s only got brian’s harsh, but true, morning texts to keep her afloat. how pathetic is that ?     (     abso-FUCKING-lutely pathetic     )     so now the girl is fresh out an uber with coffee and muffins in her hands on the way to her boyfriend’s house. hoping he was around to love her ... at least a little.

          emily knocks, dark eyes shifting their focus on the steam of the cups. they hadn’t seen each other in a while and her mind is jumping with doubts. what if he was tired of her ? what if he didn’t want her here ? everyone had been ditching as of late. he’ll probably be upset she didn’t call first. maybe she should just go. but the door’s opening and the option of dipping was no longer an option,     “     hey.     “

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          he’s writing his stepdaughter a congratulatory card. it’s a bit random. there’s no real occasion for it, but he is immensely proud of her. valerie’s come so far. she’s helped gregg in more ways than one and although he knows she’ll NEVER be his daughter, he’s lucky to have had her.     (     even if it were for a short time.     )     princess yaps from below him, tugging at his jeans just as he places the cash in and closes it.

         he wants to talk to tim, but the man had his own problems to deal with amongst potential alcoholism. the man puts a leash on the pup and grabs a bag as she skimpers to the front door of his apartment. gregg sighs, fingers itching to click the contact of his best friend, he almost chickens out. but with an eager tug from the yorkie, his thumb clicks and calls as his body jerks forward to keep up with the animal.

          “     t-tim ? what’s up, buddy ?     “

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          he can’t help but gaze at her ever so often. she was his biggest REGRET. whether it be breaking her heart or opening it up to begin with, he doesn’t quite know. cesar watches her smile and laugh with her new GIRLFRIEND.     (     that kinda stung to admit.     )     he sees her LIGHT. watches it GLOW and watches everyone, so starstruck by her. they all  C R A V E  her energy and he’s wounded because     he had that light once.

          he bids his time then, waiting for the horde of students to give her a rest. then, like a wolf closing in on its prey, he moves in, sitting beside her as casually as possible,     “     i’m failing bio. fuckin’ sucks because i remember you were always really great at SMOOTH TALKIN’ your way out of the tough stuff.     “     a huff of almost laughter escapes his lips. he’s nervous,     “     how ya been, valentina ?     “

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Jacob Artist + aviators

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 Jacob Artist photographed by Hiroshi Clark for Wonderland magazine, June 2014.

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When i first met you I expected you to be the one to put me back together and save me. But little did I know that you’d be the one to destroy me and leave in more pieces than i was before i loved you.

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