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You know you can stay with me whenever you want, babe. You okay?

Okay, real talk...

Who can I crash with? I can’t be in this house anymore. It’s gotten…bad.

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A little too smart if you ask me, but nobody ever does.

I’m sure Mason would do it. He’s really smart at like everything.

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What’s that suppose to mean?

That doesn’t surprise me at all, considering it’s you. Live while you’re young and all, right? 

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[ private ] Maybe, but I doubt it. It’s probably because he doesn’t want you to think he’s the asshole he really is.. Yeah.. Same. I guess we will. 

[ private ] Every time I try to bring it up he just doesn’t talk about it. Maybe, it’s because he feels guilty? That’s messed up, but I’m sure he had his reasons? As crazy as they might seem. I can see that. That’s what I tried telling him, but I guess we will see if he actually tries out or not.

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...I really don’t care, Mason. Even robots make errors.. Because your ass takes everything too literally?

....You want to know if I’m pooping? What the hell is wrong with you?

I know! It was so embarrassing, gosh I wanted to punch myself in the face. And also I made another grammar mistake with “I/me.” But no worries, I am human contrary to popular belief and mistakes are bound to happen. Even simple ones that keep me up at night. Why not?

Who said I cared? I mean I was just wondering if…you would be passing bowel movements. Yes, bowel movements. Just–have you eaten?

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Rachel:

Rachel followed Madison, looking around the room, she nodded. It was pretty cool, but definitely messier than Rachel was used to. Taking a seat next to her on the bed, Rachel shook her head. “No… no, I’ll do it. It was my idea after all, just… you’ll have to show me how.” She looked at the joint and bit her lip. It wasn’t as if she’d never seen one before, some of her friends smoked, and they had passed joints around at ravine parties after games, but Rachel had never been interested, just sticking to the keg. But what the hell, everything once.

She crossed her legs and waited, somewhat glad that Madison had rolled a joint and that she wouldn’t have to try one of those pipes or bongs that she had seen used in movies, they always seemed so complicated. This seemed pretty simple, but she had never smoked anything, not even a cigarette, so she had no idea if there was some kind of procedure, and Madison had mentioned something about tricks.

Madison: 

“Yeah.. I figured.” Madison laughed a little, shaking her head before bringing the joint to her lips and lighting it. Taking a hit first, she continued, “It’s really not that hard once you get it.. Like, watch out cause your probably gonna cough.. Don’t lick your lips first ‘cause nobody likes a soggy-ass joint.. And uh, don’t hold it too tight or you’ll fuck it up. Simple enough, right?”

Madison held the joint out for Rachel to take, “Breath it into your lungs, take in another tiny breath on top of that, hold for two or three seconds, then release. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.. Go ahead and give it a whirl, babe. You can’t really fuck up too much.”

You, Me, & Mary J. || Radison

Tagging: Madison McCarthy & Rachel Berry

When: Saturday, Sept. 19th – Late at night

Where: McCarthy Household

General Notes: Rachel goes to Madison’s to get high.

Warnings: drug usage and possible strong language

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A Saturated Sunrise || Kittison

Tagging: Madison McCarthy & Kitty Wilde

When: Late at night

Where: Wilde Household

General Notes: Madison and Kitty get high and stargaze

Warnings: Drug Use

Madison pulled into the Wilde household’s driveway, parked and stepped out of her car into the oddly warm night air. She hated driving. Normally she just rode her bike everywhere or forced Mason to take her places, but the trip to Kitty’s was a little too long and she was a little too tired to be peddling for miles. As for her brother, she was’t really sure she wanted to tell him she was going to Kitty’s. He seemed a little to interested in her love life as of late and he already seemed to think she had a crush on her, for some crazy reason. Not that he was wrong, of course.

She’d started smoking on the way over, a little nervous to be around Kitty alone for the first time since the photo-shoot. Things seemed to be okay between the them but Madison wasn’t sure if they were actually okay or if the two of them were just pretending. Because Madison was certainly pretending. Taking a drag off the joint between her lips Madison started for the door, using her free hand to nervously fix her beanie. Knocking once she got there, she rocked back on her heels as she waited. Kitty soon answered though and Madison gave her a bright smile, “Hey, chickadee.. What’s crackin’?”

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Mason:

Mason refrained from expressing any visible signs of annoyance, no matter how annoying it was to do so. “Clearly it was something, but since I’m Dr. Evil to you, you’d never tell.” His neck snapped to look at her. “Wait, did you just call me Mace Face?” He frowned. That sounded like something Frida would say. “Don’t call me that. And I never said you were garbage. I meant–” He shook his head. “Nevermind.”

He could feel blood rush to his face as her words rang true. He ‘totally mommed’ her–as he’d heard other teens claim, and he didn’t even realize it. “Shut up.” He ignored Madison’s confused gaze–he knew he wasn’t acting ‘normal’ this night, but he wasn’t going too crazy. It wasn’t like his parents would ever find out. Just…a night of fun. Once and done just like with the drinking. Something in him told him it was a bad idea, but he slapped metaphorical duct tape over its mouth. “We won’t get caught.” He prayed for his plan to work. There was no telling if it would, but if it didn’t, they could just pay up and pretend it was all an accident. “We’d get a warning at the very least.” Feeling the need to defend Brittany for whatever reason, Mason narrowed his eyes. “It still counts. And she did say she wanted to be ‘trashed.’”

“A lot of people, actually. And you’re not dropping out.” Mason stared at the table. “I have my AP stuff to worry about and it’s kicking my–“ He cut off, thinking. He could find time to help Madison, maybe. Not do her work, per say but maybe give her the answers or something of the like. “I’ll tutor you, that’s all I can do. I’m not writing your papers or solving your equations. Contrary to belief, you do have some intelligence and I know you can put it to good use.” Then it hit him. Mason hated making bets, especially ones he was sure to lose, but it had to be done. “If you pass your classes, twin, I will…forgo saving myself for marriage AND smoke a Scooby. Deal?”

“Just trying to keep conversation.” He shrugged, glancing at the front desk–anything to keep from looking at Madison. “I approve, if that’s what you’re worried about. But whatever, let’s just get out of here.”

Madison: 

Madison snorted at the Austin Powers reference. Putting on her best Dr. Evil voice, she answered, “You're semi-evil. You're quasi-evil. You're the margarine of evil... You're the Diet Coke of evil. Just one calorie, not evil enough.” She finished, snickering to herself before shrugging and gave the only explanation she had, “Frida.”

“Mhm..” Madison answered, grabbing a halved piece of toast next and taking a bite, “If you’re wrong, we’re using our one phone call to get Marley. It’s not you know any good people to bail us out of Waffle House jail.” She gave her brother a look, “Whatever.. If you’ve got the hots for Brittany though.. you might want to actually do something about it.”

“Why not..?” Madison challenged, staring Mason down as he started at the table. Though her eyes dropped too, when he continued. Biting her lip, she shrugged, replying quietly, “Mason, I haven’t been paying attention since like.. seventh grade. I might have been smart at one point in time, but that’s long gone..” She was curious, however, about the bet Mason proposed. He couldn’t really care that much, could he? There had to be some sort of ulterior motive. Maybe he just wanted an excuse to sleep with someone, “Okay, the jig is up. Who do you want to bone? .. And what the hell is a Scooby? Do you mean a doobie? Like.. weed? Shit.. Seriously?”

 Humming in acknoledgement, Madison narrowed her eyes, “No. I couldn’t care less whether you approved or not.. Especially since I’m not interested in her. Are you interested in Hunter?” Madison stood up out of the booth and stretched, lowering her voice, “Kay.. if you wanna go through with this I’m gonna take a call while you’re up there..”

Blood Is Thicker || McCarthy Twins

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I am destroying myself so other people can’t." she said, "and it’s the worst kind of control but it’s the only form I know.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #201 (via blossomfully)

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A your/you’re grammar mistake, oh no! Whatever did you do? .. No, Mason. I’m not enjoying our conversation. What a surprise.

What do you care?

Yes, I’m right, but not always. Sometimes I’m wrong, you know. One time I made a ‘your/you’re’ grammar mistake. You’re not an idiot, Madison. And you’d be just as smart as me if you applied yourself, I’m sure. You do not seem to be enjoying our conversation.

Did you eat something?

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Rachel:

Rachel had no idea what to wear to something like this, but she figured it should probably be something comfortable, and something she didn’t mind parting with, in case she couldn’t get the smell out. Settling on her oldest pair of sweats and a cropped tshirt she knew she could easily replace, she headed out the door to her car. Driving over to the McCarthy’s she wondered why she was doing this. Were things really so bad that she wanted to throw her entire future away? But was she really throwing it away? Everyone smoked pot, or had at least tried it, and besides she was never 100% certain she wanted to play professional ball anyway. She could do something else. Parking out front of the large house, Rachel made her way up the walk and took a breath before ringing the doorbell, hoping she wasn’t waking anyone.

She didn’t have to wait long and soon Madison was at the door. Crinkling her nose at the nickname, she shrugged. “Yeah… everything once, right? That’s my new motto.” She stepped inside, glancing around. She had never been in the twins’ house before, it was pretty fancy. Rachel was by no means poor, but she certainly wasn’t rich either. “So…. do we go outside or something?” She asked, feeling stupid. Rachel hated feeling out of her element, one of the many reasons she had never done this before.

Madison:

Laughing, Madison shook her head, “Nah, come on.. We’ll go to my room. It’s the only place in this damn house that doesn’t feel like a mausoleum.” Grabbing a hold of Rachel’s hand, Madison led her up the stairs and towards the back of the house, looking back to smile at her as they got to the top of the stairs.

Opening the door to her room back up Madison inspected her space, a little nervous to not have one of her better friends over though she’d never admit it. Kicking a dirty shirt out of the middle of the floor, she inspected the band posters and photo’s Kitty had given her that littered her walls and wondered what Rachel’s room looked like. Probably full of sports crap.

“Welcome to my room, I guess. Make yourself comfy.” Madison plopped onto the bed, gesturing for Rachel to take either the tie-dyed bean bag on the floor or sit next to her on the bed, “Last chance to back out...” Grabbing the tin off the nightstand, she opened it and wiggled the joint at Rachel, “Though I really can’t wait to see what you look like stoned.. That’s gonna be rad as fuck.”

You, Me, & Mary J. || Radison

Tagging: Madison McCarthy & Rachel Berry

When: Saturday, Sept. 19th – Late at night

Where: McCarthy Household

General Notes: Rachel goes to Madison’s to get high.

Warnings: drug usage and possible strong language

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[ &&. A Kittison Playlist For Stargazing ]

a night of stargazing, getting high, and falling harder for someone you’ll never have...

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Fast Car - Tracy Chapman Remix // Colors - Halsey Cover // Dazzle - Oh Wonder Remix // Heartbeat - Childish Gambino // I Won’t Mind - Zayn Malik // Here - Alessia Cara // Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots // Winter Is All Over You - First Aid Kit Remix //  Hurricane - Halsey // She’s Kinda Hot - 5SOS Cover // Toxic - Britney Spears Cover // No Type - Zayn Malik // Dark Times - The Weeknd Ft. Ed Sheeran // Midnight Radio - Hedwig & the Angry Inch Cover // Can’t Help Falling in Love With You - Elvis Presley Cover // Girls Like Girls - Hayley Kiyoko // Champagne Supernova - Oasis Cover // Making Breakfast - Twin Peaks // Poison & Wine - The Civil Wars // Do I Wanna Know? - Artic Monkeys

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You guys are practically family, but like in the good way. True that, gurl. I’m heading out now so you’ll be back in your own orbit very, very soon.

@Kitty | private

Some times I don’t know if she likes me, but I’m happy to be included in your top two :). Always and better to have my head in the clouds than buried in the sand. Can’t wait to meet in outer space and find my own orbit again!

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You, and Marls, are two of my favorite people in the whole world.. But aww, Kitty. I didn’t know you felt that way about me :b I think you’ve got your head in the clouds, haha! But don’t worry, I’m on my way and I’ll make sure to rock you all the way to space.

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Yay! It’s always nice to be someone’s favorite. Don’t let this go to your head, but you’re totally one of my favorite people as well. I read your message wrong? Just get your tiny butt over here already.

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You really, really are.. And why the blush, hm? I didn’t say I was going to be all over you.... I knew there was a reason you were my favorite!

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I say so ;). Yeah, I know…I’m awesome. Okay, that totally made me blush - sorry. Yup. Why not? We’re gonna be taking your car rocket, so might as well use the right fuel.

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giftedmason:

Five seconds isn’t a long enough time, not that that matters. But perhaps if modified, a car could make it to space and not kill it’s passengers. You know if you stretched it out and added boosters as well as several layers of various materials to protect it from heat, then it could be there in say under ten minutes. But that’s just me making an educated guess. It would take six months, otherwise.

I’m not being an a-hole, Madison. You’re being uneducated so of course I have to step in.

Ughh. You know what? Whatever. You’re right, just like always. What do I know? I’m just some idiot who’s obviously not even half as smart as you.