Annaleigh was honestly glad to hear that. “Really?” She asked her voice filled with surprise. The teenage girl started to follow her new acquaintance. “Yes. You’re correct. I haven’t been going to school here for very long,” she replied. Actually, this was the first school she’d ever been to, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Few more hallways and you were so close,” he grinned teasingly as he motioned for her to veer right with a hand gently placed on her back to guide them both around someone who was too busy texting to watch where they were walking. That earned them a huff and a shake of his head that broke away into a lighthearted enough chuckle. “It’s like walking and chewing bubblegum. Some people just aren’t meant to do them together,” he shrugged haplessly–a general what do you do but roll with it, “And, yeah. I came here just after the beginning of the year? What do you think of it so far?”
MAINS && EXCLUSIVES CALL!
// Hi, lovely peoples! I’m going to be revamping parts of my blog. Starting here. Tap that heart if you’d like to be Mains or Exclusives!
I’ll jump into your discord or IMs to chat! Both include random plots/starters/memes/me possibly (definitely) flailing at you occasionally (lots) about our cuties, etc. Exclusives will be more limited but I’m always up to chatting about it.
PS. If you’re already either one with me, that won’t be changing just FYI! But you can like it anyway and I’ll just come poke you for grins.
bold what your muses likes | italicize what your muse dislikes | if they’re indifferent leave as is
loud sounds | high pitched sounds | low pitched sounds | quiet sounds | loud voices | soft voices | high voices | deep voices | morning voice | snoring | rain on windows | fire crackle | crickets | frogs | typing on a keyboard | horse hooves on gravel | high heels | laughter | deep laughter | giggling | purring | dog bark | howling | car engine | distant chatter | bird chirps | classical music | pop music | folk music | rock music | country music | klezmer music | violin | piano | frying food | nails tapping
sight.
red | orange | yellow | green | blue | purple | pink | black | white | silver | gold | shiny | dull | shapes | orange lighting | natural lighting | seaside scenery | forest scenery | field scenery | patterns | clear skies | cloudy skies | night time | day time | sunrise | sunset | stain glass windows | old buildings | stone buildings | wood cabins | spring | summer | fall | winter | brick buildings | moss | flowers | gardens | hedge mazes | corn mazes | lakes | rivers
there are days where you just can’t write properly. you have the muse and motivation, but the words won’t come out the way you want them to, and that’s OKAY. it happens with every writer, every roleplayer. you do not have to feel bad for having off writing days. if you don’t want to work on replies but work on your blog, it’s fine. don’t worry about it. everyone gets these days, and it’s okay.
A sigh of relief escaped from Annaleigh’s lips. She was glad that he was willing to help, because she felt like she was going in circles. “Thank you. I’m trying to get to Ms. Pillsbury’s office, but I can’t seem to find it,” she explained.
“Easy enough. You’re only a few halls away. You almost made it.” He hitched the leather strap of his satchel higher on his shoulder before giving her a friendly smile and pivoted on the heel of a brown leather shoe leading her in the direction she needed to go. “Are you new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. That and, well, the tell tale getting lost thing. I was there recently myself,” his eyes sparkled happily as they met hers, “So, no judgement. It’s a lot to take in.”
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It wasn’t that Michael pretended he was something he wasn’t or had any interest in doing so. He wasn’t bothered by his work so much anymore to begin with. It was what it was, what worked best for him in his situation. He just didn’t want to tell a kind new stranger what he did at night the first time they meet. By the time he has something to say however Blaine was telling him about his friend during Chistmas time.
Michael looks up from the little menu at that, pursing his lips in an obvious attempt not to laugh until he looks back down. “I shouldn’t laugh. If I got the chance to be paid for that I’d absolutely take it.” Closing the menu he leans back in his seat and pats Apple’s head. “As far as stories go though, it’s not exactly glamorous.” He says with a shrug of his shoulder.
“The dream was to get a scholarship and either become an architect or a structural engineer, but I left Chicago when I was sixteen. I’m just trying to pay the bills and shove the rest in a jar for now.” It was probably going best after he started the dog walking out of these past four years. His savings weren’t what he wanted them to be yet but he was getting there. Now if only he knew what exactly he was saving for. “What about you? Where is Blaine the dog lover going?”
“She managed to talk two other people into it at the same time she was doing it, so there’s more than one person and you who would do that if they were paid. I think I could be talked into it,” he grinned sheepishly before he threw caution to the wind and let his grin stretched into a full on cheeky smile followed by a huff of a laugh, “Who am I kidding? I love Christmas so much, I’d probably do it for free. The money would only be an added perk.”
Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Their soon-to-be-waitress waved as she took the order from the table next to them, signalling she would be there next. “Stories don’t have to be glamorous. I don’t think we’d be very real if there weren’t any ups and downs or parts where glamorous would be the least likely word to describe what we’re going through. But? I do get it. No pressure.” His gaze darted over Michael’s, head tilted to the side. “I, sometimes, ask more questions than I should when someone makes me curious. Sorry about that. Bad habit. I guess I’ve always enjoyed talking about other people more than I like talking about myself.”
“That’s not a bad dream to have. I hope you get there and that jar keeps filling up. Sooner rather than later. That’s pretty young to be on your own. Did you come to New York City right away, or?” Catching himself slipping right back into the asking too many questions habit he just apologized for, Blaine tucked his chin towards his collar and grimaced his apology this time. “Me? I..uh. I’m in a show a few blocks that way,” he thumbed over his shoulder towards the window indicating the direction of Broadway with a tug of the corner of his lips upwards. “I write music, too. Or. I’m trying to. We all have our dreams, yeah?”
I just want cute plot of, “we used to date before you left to become famous. now your famous and dating all these models, but it’s Christmas time and you’ve come home to be with your family. Wait, what are you doing at my doorstep at midnight?? Come inside before you catch a cold.” :))
“Eh, you fuckin’ wish, Anderson.” Lip threw back with a grin, just as quickly as Blaine could dish it out. He may have been high, but he wasn’t slow. “That shit-eating grin—
yeah, that’s the one.” The spark in Blaine’s eye was inherently a sign Lip had recognized from a very early age. Mischief. Lip’s cover lasted for now, but he vowed to swear off the fruity drinks for the rest of the night, just in case it was somehow affecting his thought process
— which in itself was a really stupid fucking thought. Blaine’s laughter was the metaphorical finger pointed in a ‘Haha!’, which drove an “Alright, Alright
— enough of these. Let’s get outta here.” No resistance would be accepted when Lip grabbed Blaine’s (empty) glass out of his hand, and took his own to set on the side of someone’s booth, indifferent to the eight people that sat, yelling over the music and enjoying the vibe. Though they looked obviously confused and offended when he offered a wave accompanied by his own South Side Smirk and ducked the fuck out of there, his arm hooking under Blaine’s elbow and dragging him through the crowd to continue their conversation outside as if there had been no interruption, though it didn’t take Lip long to pull out his pack of cigarettes to steal one for the walk.
“Well,” Lip shrugged, throwing back the same looseness and teasing Blaine offered, “I’m still glad I got two then.” Win win, either way. “We magically cut Chad off, so that’s another win for the good guys. Oh no? What are you then?” He chided back, laughter falling from his lips. “We talkin’ like, a solid 7? Or?” Lip hadn’t really thought of the bar, after all risking running into Frank would easily set them up for a third wheel, and instead of having a good birthday, Blaine and Lip would end up spun out on an eight ball on the train yard at Frank’s insistence. But… Blaine had just walked himself into a very big warm welcome from the gang without even realizing. Smirking profusely, Lip tugged out his cellphone and started typing away, listening to Blaine. “Yeah no, smelt like douchebags. Axe and American Eagle, for sure.” A smell he could recognize from being an RA until he too sent that shattering down around him.
“Your, uh, nose hairs good now, bud?” Lip laughed, pocketing his phone and puffing out a huge cloud of smoke in the process, causing him to cough on his laughter a little. “Yeah,” Lip directed, pointing the red embers down the sidewalk, off into the distance, “We’re just gonna take a little break in there, but uh, just know you’re gonna have fun. Let me guide you. Oh
— shit, almost forgot. Debbie made these. Said happy birthday.” Lip reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic baggie full of gummies. “She wants to know what you think ASAP, bein’ laid up has her doin’ all sorts of weird shit, but hey, I thought these were pretty fuckin’ great.”
“Yeah, them. Kev really likes ya, but … might be under the impression you’re, uh, kinda maybe a porn star?”
“It’s a long story.”
Geez, Debbie knew how to make some candy! Blaine scooped a second handful from the bag before tucking it back into his coat pocket and plucking them up two at a time from his palm to pop them in his mouth. Humming appreciatively as he smirked in an afterthought that seemed to come out of nowhere. “You know what gets me about bars like that? Other than the fact that they’re either amazing..cause I’ve been in a couple that were awesome..or they’re so gross that you feel like washing your hands doesn’t even cut the full body scrub down you should get after leaving one? That they call them meat markets. Which one is it? Is it meet as in m-e-e-t or meat as in m-e-a-t?” An arm slung itself around Lip’s shoulders and the hand that hung limply near Lip’s chest smelled suspiciously like sugar and gelatin.
“Cause it really could go either way given the types of meatheads that frequent the ones like that one.” Welp! What a topic to think on. Blaine’s goofy, lopsided grin said he might’ve just left that topic up for Lip to get philosophical about because Blaine might not be all together the best person to finish that trail of thought. Or any. Given the fact that he just pulled a more than half empty bag of gummy bears out of his pocket that were handcrafted so very lovingly by Debbie Gallagher from his pocket with his free hand. It fell open as he held it towards Lip for him to take some. “You’re right. Debbie might’ve just found her calling in life. Want some? They mixed great with your Sex On The Beaches.” A telltale playful side-eye said he still wasn’t over being made to walk up to the bar and order those from Axe-Smelling-Tramp-Stamp Chad. Nor was he going to let Lip off the hook for it any time soon.
He walked like that. Half leaning on Lip for support and trusting him to keep them on the sidewalk as he let his head fall back and looked up at the sky. It was nowhere near as clear as Westerville, Ohio. But at night, when the traffic died out as much as it would ever die out at any time, through the clouds there were stars waiting for him to gaze at. He sighed happily. Even with the lack of stars and fresh air, he couldn’t imagine himself being anywhere else. Especially on his birthday. Especially nowhere else when he was with who he was with heading towards a place where they only wanted him to be himself. “I’m so glad I picked Chicago.. Wasn’t sure I was going to, you know? This almost didn’t happen. Here we are, though. Best birthday ever in a city I love more than I thought I ever would.” He squeezed himself tight to Lip’s side in a hug that had his arm holding Lip’s chest a bit tighter before he loosened it again and glanced back at him. Cheeks pink with their walk, the chilly air, and maybe for another unmentioned reason.
“You’re just..” Dead silence as words sank in followed by being completely dumbfounded. Eeeer?! HUH?! Hello, what did he just say? “….Wait. Did..you just say he thinks I’m a porn star? Okay. The next logical question would be…how?”
AND WHEN I’M IN THE AUDIENCE, WATCHING YOU I WANT TO BE ABLE TO SAY, “THAT’S MY KID BROTHERUP THERE.
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