hey, that smells pretty good.
something for her fork to
——
for a moment or two. all smiles. mostly airheaded.
“ I just got some new pallets with my paycheck that I could show you! and I think there was a show that came out that I thought you’d like .. ooh, I forget the name! ”
a shrug and a chirp before a bite of salad goes past her lips.
“ I’ll
——
❛❛ does winter difficult taking photos? you should try submitting yours to the school's newspaper. ❜❜
what type of life did she led that made her think she could say that? that made it right in her head?
unconsciously, she had followed the blonde's "petition" but the silence was broken once more,
. . .but probably not in this situation.
picking up the pack of bottles, she'd make her way down the stairs, being careful as to not drop them or make it seem like she's not struggling one bit.
“ I don’t have any advantages to take anyways. I’ll be okay, Hayhay! ”
“ they’re not losers for being nice! I think they’re really sweet to listen. ”
as she’s saying so, she’s waving enthusiastically to
——
and a crimson gaze that seemed more creepy than anything. and yet the boys who were watching were making comments about her how those attributes wasted her beautiful—
her pace has not picked up despite Haley’s prompting, still focused on her little hand mirror and the very important reapplication of lip gloss.
⠀⠀"i could do so much better
⠀⠀than a circus," he huffs,
⠀⠀hurt. "like . . a clown for hire
⠀⠀at kids' birthday parties !
⠀⠀maybe YOUR kids."
⠀
⠀⠀"woah. take a chill pill, hales.
⠀⠀burnt yourself with your
⠀⠀straightener this morning?"
⠀⠀tilting back in his chair.
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