use a wish right now - mary

[ALEXEI HAYDEN GERRARD]

can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

i could really use a wish right now, wish right now wish right now...

For some reason, finding some place quiet in Empress seemed to be a hard job. Every where you went there were thousands of ghosts, wailing, chattering and making so much noise. Even the docks seemed to be infiltrated with ghosts. What was up with these people? It was as if they couldn’t get enough of talking. Why couldn’t they just become morose or something? It would be so much better for Alexei, but it seemed as if no one ever wanted to see Alexei happy, although you could never really tell if he was happy or not. That was why he chose to go into the Church today. He hadn’t been in a church since he was probably…well he never really had been inside a church. Or maybe he just couldn’t remember? Church wasn’t something that his family really did. On Sundays his father would be already up and out to work, and his mother would be either asleep or creating another masterpiece. He didn’t really ever give a thought to church or anything to do with God actually. He never saw the point in doing anything like that. Alexei would spend his Sunday morning as a child running around the house with his underpants off. When he was a teenager he would spend his Sunday mornings at the fight club, working on improving his stamina and trying to build up his muscles. His coach told him to eat a lot of protein and he had to do just that. Sundays were just never a day of rest for him or his family, they were just always busy.

As he entered the church, Alexei couldn’t help but to sigh. He hadn’t had enough peace in the last few days and going to sleep was hard for him. Ever since the day at the docks, Alexei felt all weird on the inside, but no he wasn’t going to change. That girl was too much, and if no one could change him before, why should anyone be able to change him now? He looked up at the ceiling of the Church, it was in a kind of dome shape and there were stained glass windows all over the place. It seemed alright, it all looked like his mothers’ paintings though for some reason. With a pang in his chest, Alexei realised just how much he missed his mother, which was awkward for him. There weren’t that many people in the Church, he could only see the vicar running from one end to the other with documents in his hands and going behind doors. It was just a few hours before sunset and the stained glass windows glimmered with the sun shining through it. It looked…pretty. The pews were wooden, all in neat rows one behind the other. The altar was made out of a kind of marble, glistening as the sun shone onto it as well. Candles were lit up, giving the place the holy effect it always should have. Alexei shook his head and sat onto one of the pews. He faced his head upwards and it seemed as if he was once again going to fall asleep. Seriously, this guy needed to get his rest these days; he was falling asleep in the weirdest places. Alexei sighed at where he was. Who would ever think that Alexei Gerrard would ever come to a Church? What was happening to him lately? Alexei groaned in anger, things were changing too quickly for his liking.

TAGGED// MARY
WORD COUNT// 582
LYRICS// AIRPLANES-B.O.B. FT HAYLEY WILLIAMS
NOTES// YES FIRST POSTISH ARE SUCCCKY!

[MARY JUNE HOLMES]

Church. That unspeakable place her parents had dragged to every single Sunday of her rather short life. Her approach of the matter had changed over the years, from innocent admiration to perfect detestation. Right before her untimely death, one could say she’d downright hated going to church, in a very rebellious and teenager-ish desire of emancipation. For years she’d spent that weekly hour mentally reviewing her schedule, ordering her mind, counting the candles on the altar or basically doing everything but paying attention. She’d thoroughly despised those moments of contemplation and the saintly words that seemed somewhat overrated for someone who lived in the twenty first century.

Now, however…? Now that she was dead, alone and condemned to eternal wandering, the dreaded place and the overrated words held a certain comforting appeal. And Mary needed comfort - all she could get. Ghosts weren’t the kindest of people, she’d come to discover. Most of them were downright unpleasant and rude and far, far from kind. And Mary needed kindness on a daily basis in this particular moment of her life existence. She needed cuddling, petting, and some major protecting; she needed to spill her own overflowing affectionate personality, instead of bottling it up. Heavens, she’d been the second eldest of seven kids. There hadn’t been a second of her life when she hadn’t been constantly surrounded by people she loved and who loved her. There had rarely been any silence in her life, and now she just had too bloody much of it. She was daily bordering a very unhealthy mixture of resentment and hatred towards the world in general, whilst all the while trying not to be miserable in her new “life”. She was still trying to cope with the fact that she wasn’t material, to start with; secondly, that she was dead, and last that she wasn’t getting much love and affection from her fellow ghosties.

And that, my friends, royally sucked.

Hesitantly she stepped into the building, dreading the chilly temperature that she knew would envelope her. It did, in a far milder version than it had when she’d been alive - being a ghost had its perks, namely in the shape of being way less sensitive to cold temperatures. Her light eves scanned the surroundings with an interested look, not really bothering to watch where she was going. It wasn’t like she could collide against anyone who was alive, and it hardly seemed to her that any ghost was in such good terms with God to actually come around and worship or something. When she reached the first row of seats, she kneeled reverently like she always had, as if something terrible would happen if she didn’t. She wasn’t quite sure what that “something terrible” was - she never had really taken the time to ponder the matter - but she still felt compelled to do it.

A manicured hand came flying towards her face and the girl instantly flinched, closing her eyes shut - only to feel it passing right through her face. Not in a intrusive physical way - she could hardly feel more than a slight brush - but in a mentally very, very disturbing way that it was likely she’d never get used to. Frightening to say the least. She swiftly scurried back onto her feet and squished herself closer to the seats in order not to give any chance to the woman that’d just passed to slap her brain again, just in case there was a sadistic possibility she might do it again.

She didn’t, fortunately. Mary scoffed lightly under her breath and threw the departing woman a very nasty glance before the usual smile returned to her eyes and countenance and she proceeded with her gavotting throughout the pews. For a while she just wandered about, unfocusedly amusing herself with the unusual hobby of going through the legs of the people who were sitting down, delaying the inevitable kneeling and praying herself. She hardly had anything to say to God - she just felt like not being alone. She was about to cross the last pair of legs before sitting down when she found that that same pair of legs was disgracefully solid to belong to someone who was alive… And that was when she tripped all over herself and the “someones’” legs and ended up clinging to the someone's shoulder for dear life in order not to fall over. She silently yelped and cursed, before letting herself fall onto the seat next to said someone, still a bit shaken. “I’m so sorry.” she whispered, unconsciously keeping her voice down for the sake of the place they were in. Her eyes finally rose to meet the person she’d nearly assaulted whom she now examined with obvious curiosity. “You ok?”

Older than her, male gender. Her eyes narrowed at him when she noticed he didn’t look ok at all. Far from it, really. He looked like honest to goodness crap. Tired. Her eyebrows rose and she tilted her head to the side.

Yay for company…?

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W O R D & C O U N T & & 841
T A G & & alexei // bubbles

[ALEXEI HAYDEN GERRARD]

can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

i could really use a wish right now, wish right now wish right now...

Church was something that his family never got involved in. There would be so many Jehovah’s witnesses and other church related people coming to their house and when Alexei or any one of his parents refused they would call his family a ‘non-believer’ and a family who would definitely go to hell. Oh well, who cared what they thought right? He was already in a type of hell, as far as he thought. But this hell to him was alright. Apart from not being able to talk to his mother or eat her crazy concoctions, it was an okay life for him. He had adjusted perfectly, well almost perfectly and had been able to live his life, without anything happening. Unlike many others in this so called afterlife, he didn’t end up crying the first year, trying to get his mother to notice him; he just took it all in and got on with his life. That was how Alexei dealt with things; he would take them on by the chin and then move on with life. It wasn’t something to cry over when you realised that you were dead.

Being dead wasn’t really a bad thing, especially if you came into the ‘afterlife’ like he did. It wasn’t hard to make a name for you in both worlds, everything seemed to be the same, and nothing had changed. The only that had changed was that you weren’t able to communicate with the people that you wanted to talk with, but hey, that wasn’t anything bad was it? To a lot of the sappy ghosts out there it was, but Alexei was fine with it. Well…he thought he was fine with it. Being alone had made Alexei feel better, he didn’t need any friends, he didn’t need to communicate with others, he had himself. What was so bad about being alone and all by yourself? It wasn’t as if Alexei was turning mad, like others had predicted he would be, he was as normal as the next person in this life; well, apart from his anger problems. But still, anger problems were not that hard to find in other ghosts around this life. What was wrong with being angry? That was one question Alexei wanted answering; it wasn’t as if he was hurting someone by being angry, he wasn’t killing them was he? He was just…scaring them a bit. He didn’t find anything wrong with that, but of course he wouldn’t since he was the one scaring the spirits of this life.

Many of the spirits didn’t come to this church, they were afraid that they were going to be exorcised into hell, and well…who wouldn’t be afraid of that? But still, Alexei liked to come here, it was peaceful and calm, and there was not anything really to ruin the mood for him. Apart from when the choir began to screech; seriously, to him, it didn’t even sound like singing at all! It just sounded like cats strangling each other. It was annoying to hear them sing to nothing in particular, annoying to hear the crazy woman screech about the Lord and then leave it until next Sunday. If they had real faith in their Lord, then shouldn’t they keep that faith, singing whenever they wanted to apart from every Sunday at Church? It was not at all bizarre to see that people only had their faith on Sunday’s and no other days. True, that Sunday was an important day, but shouldn’t everyone have faith in their Lord each and everyday, no matter what? That was another question that bothered Alexei, and he knew that no one would have the answer for this one as well. It was obvious that not many people in this world had faith in the Lord, not even did Alexei really have that much faith. Why should he? He was damned to this after life, and even though he liked it, he would’ve preferred being judged on whether he should go to hell or not, rather than live here and see his mother rotting away as she grew older. It was hard to see something like that happening to someone that you loved dearly.

Sitting in this pew gave Alexei a hard time. His back was starting to ache from the vast amount of time he spent on it. People were coming in one by one, and were leaving one by one after their prayers. He could hear them shuffling along the aisle, going up to the altar one by one, to confess their sins, or to ask for help or some other thing for them. They were always thinking about themselves, but then again, Alexei was being hypocritical since he always thought about himself as well. Who gave a fuck to think about someone else? He surely didn’t. Why should he? Why did anyone think about anyone else, when they should be only thinking about themselves, and how they were going to survive in this world? He was taken out of his thoughts when someone pushed themselves onto him. Alexei growled at the sudden contact and opened his eyes to see a girl. Great; another one! He pushed her hardly as she rolled off onto the seat next to him “Of course I’m not ok; you just bloody pushed yourself right into me!” Alexei growled menacingly, he missed the feeling of being this angry.


TAGGED// MARY
WORD COUNT// 901
LYRICS// AIRPLANES-B.O.B. FT HAYLEY WILLIAMS
NOTES// I LIKED YOUR POST! XD

[MARY JUNE HOLMES]

Well, he wasn’t being nice either. Mary cringed a bit when he pushed her, visibly shrinking at his hostility. Her eyes met the other boy’s with a mix of remorse and shock that someone could be so unpleasant to her, awkwardly raising her hand to rub her bruised arm. “Oh, geesh, I told you I was sorry.” she murmured, the apologetic look on her face growing with every word he uttered. Well, more like barked. (Now that was funny. She hadn’t known people could actually bark. Sure, she’d read the expression in books and all, but she’d never met anyone who actually did it.)

“I didn’t know you were… uh… dead and all.” she started to explain, shrugging with embarrassment, the blood starting to raise to her cheeks - well, figuratively, since she was pretty sure she didn’t have any blood running through her veins right now. Hell, she didn’t even have a beating heart. Regardless of the technical difficulties the act implied, however, Mary could still feel her face unusually warm, and she was pretty damned sure that indicated her face was currently in a lovely shade of beet red. The fact that she could see candle lights on the corner of her eye, along with the fact that the chorus’ voices were drowning her own voice didn’t help either. It made the matter a whole lot odder, not to mention made her look a bit on the nutty department. “The Girl Who Assaults Random People Dash Ghosts in Mass”. At least so Mary thought. ”Did I hurt you, or something?”

Anxiousness and lots and lots of concern. Typical. Trust Mary to shred her heart into tiny pieces with worry over someone she didn’t even know. That was just the way she functioned, and the way she believed she functioned best. Hell, she’d been studying to be a nurse. The sort who gave ice-cream to kids and brought flowers to elderly women that lay in white beds. Her heart positively ached when she saw unhappy people, cats or dogs - even though most times, fortunately, she had been way too distracted to actually notice them. She’d been born to be nice - she was just liked that.

The girl’s eyes wandered up and down, swiftly scanning the boy in search of any indication that told her he might be in agony over her squashing of him, being relieved that she really found none whatsoever. Thankfully. Then again, it was hardly a big collision - enough that her arm was still aching, not specifically from said collision but from his action during it. So why on earth did he look so angry with her? Someone had once told her that being angry with her was like kicking a puppy or a very cute kitten, and she’d lived on that supposition until the moment. Generally, people liked her immensely. We were talking about the cafeteria ladies, teachers, people her age and the elderly snot-nosed ones who sniffed with reproach at her generation. With a few odd exceptions - whom she happened to hate herself, for some unknown and rather mysterious reason - she was liked and liked everyone. She was the happy-go-lucky sort who smoothed things down, not one who willingly picked up fights.

Mary sat down straight, her hands clasping around the edge of the bench as she nervously rocked herself back and forth a few times. She considered kneeling and praying, but found that to be somewhat hypocritical since she didn’t really have anything relevant to say to the Lord and all that. At least nothing that really mattered enough to justify actually calling for His attention. She wanted it, of course. But somehow, she didn’t feel like her prayers were that important. God had other people to care for - like the ones who were actually still alive. Not the ones who were dead and well, like she was.

All in one, it was a hell of a dilemma.

She contemplated the altar with a light frown on her face, her eyes wandering from the priest to the readers, to the people around her. Finally, she stopped moving and fiddling and leaned against the back of her seat. She threw a curious glance at the boy next to her, making sure he didn’t look like he was praying - since that would have felt like she was seriously invading his privacy. She really couldn’t figure him out. He didn’t strike her as the sort who would come to church. He kind of looked like the sort who would be smoking cigarettes against some random barbed fence and hating the Lord with all his guts.

N O T E S & & Ditto. This is going to be interesting.
W O R D & C O U N T & & 790
T A G & & alexei // bubbles

[ALEXEI HAYDEN GERRARD]

can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

i could really use a wish right now, wish right now wish right now...

He missed being angry, he missed the feeling of punching someone, of hurting them with his harsh words and just being plain mean. What had changed in the last few days to make him this way? He didn’t really know, but he knew he had to get back to normal before he totally screwed his life up again. He missed the familiar adrenaline pumping through his body when he got angry. He wanted to feel his heart pounding; he wanted to hear the shouts and screams of the audience as he took down another opponent of his. He wanted to jump up and down, just like he did before the start of another fight. He wanted to hear the familiar rings of the bell that went off just before another fight started. He wanted all these things back, he wanted to be…alive. This was the first time he ever though about being alive again, maybe he shouldn’t have come to the Church at all, it was making him think too much; and Alexei hated thinking. He hated sitting in one place and having to have random thoughts going through his mind. Bt it was all he could do nowadays, he ahd no life, he had nothing to do, and unless there was a fight pit or some underground fighting club for all the spirits in the afterlife, then Alexei really had nothing to do; nothing what so ever. It was hard being in this life with nothing to do, that was why the spirits reached out to others for company, and that was what made Alexei angry, because he felt as if he needed company; when in reality he actually didn’t.

He heard her mumble another apology, but this time her voice had a tinge of attitude in it. Good, he could pick up a fight with her right now and not feel bad about it. He scoffed at her little apology. This girl was awkwardly stupid, and that was Alexei being nice. He would have liked to hit this girl right now, but he didn’t. He normally would have lashed out the person that had tried to hurt him, but as before that was said, Alexei seemed to be doing a lot of thinking and it seemed as if he was turning soft. “You didn’t know I was dead?” He asked with an incredulous tone. “Can’t you see that I’m deathly pale and ghost like? How can anyone be so stupid not to realise that someone’s a ghost?” Alexei scoffed again, anger in his little actions.

What was up with people talking to him lately? Didn’t he give off the vibe of anger, and scariness? Didn’t he radiate off any warnings anymore? Were people too foolish to not know his ways? Alexei shook his head, sometimes he just wanted to strangle out others’ stupidity, it would have made Alexei much happier. “Of course you didn’t hurt me, you should just watch where you’re going ok?” Alexei barked out his last sentence, god he felt powerful again. The familiar rushes of anger weaving through his bloodstream made Alexei want to jump about and punch something. He saw out of the corner of his eye as the girl eyed him up, maybe checking to see whether he was hurt or not. Alexei scoffed mentally, it would take much more then her to hurt him…way much more. He didn’t like this girl one bit, she was too innocent…too sweet. It made him want to hurl; badly. There was nothing remotely interesting about this girl; she seemed to be just like any normal person out here in this world. Alone, chatty and annoying. It was as if people could never enjoy the peace and quiet that this life had to offer.

Alexei scanned the room in two seconds flat, wondering if there was some unknown person that he could punch just for fun; he would have loved to do that right now. It would have made him feel so much happier. Punching someone right now would give him the most ultimate pleasure, since he hadn’t hurt someone in four days, which was quite a long period of time for someone like Alexei. He could rarely pass a day without hurting someone or picking up a fight down by the alleys. He saw out of the corner the girl sitting down, he sighed, it seemed as if she was so weak and it disgusted him. He made a confused face as the girl began rocking back and forth, as if something was going to happen to her any moment, as if he was going to kill her again or something; this girl was utterly bizarre. Her hands were clasped together as if she were getting ready to pray and Alexei wanted to laugh out loud at the picture in front of him; it was jus too funny for words; well for him it was. He sat down next to the girl and saw her glance a curious look towards him. He leant back against the pew, one arm dangling over it and one of his feet on top of the pew on front of him. He said; “What the hell is wrong with you?

TAGGED// MARY
WORD COUNT// 870
LYRICS// AIRPLANES-B.O.B. FT HAYLEY WILLIAMS
NOTES// YES; VERY INTERESTING. WOOO ALEXEI IS MEAN =D

[MARY JUNE HOLMES]

Correction: he wasn’t the heretic sort that smoked against the barbed fence. That would have been putting it too easily, Mary thought, lifting both eyebrows with mild wonder that someone could be as unpleasant as this particular boy was being. It was quite amusing, in a dark and insanely awkward way. Hell, even wicked people took the apology and proceeded with their miserable lives. She certainly hadn’t meant to attack him and she was certain she had been as eloquently contrite as was virtually possible.

What else did he want her to do, kneel and beg?!

She could do a lot of things, but that wasn’t going to be on her list of viable intentions, not now, not ever. There was a just limit to how nice she could be, and it didn’t include being verbally tortured or mentally abused, something that the boy seemed keen on doing.

She nearly gasped with incredulity at his words. Now that was offensive indeed! Had he, Mister “I Can’t Tell When I Should Just Shove It” called her stupid?! “Well, sweetheart, excuse me if I haven’t been dead for that long. This whole ghostifying thing is kinda new to me.” she started, sniffing indignantly at his words, slight yet noticeable accents of sarcasm tinting them, amused curiosity still oozing with every syllable.

It wasn’t hard to perceive, the amused glint also being present in her eyes and tugging at the corner of her lip, causing that characteristic asymmetrical half-smirk to make an appearance. Yup, that one that usually showed up when she wasn’t quite sure whether she should laugh or cry. When she decided an in-between, balanced sort of conciliation would be the best, most diplomatic thing. It was either that or choosing to become offended. And being offended was something she could live without right now. It lead to a whole lot of unwanted drama and mushy gushy stuff she didn’t even want to think about.

Especially with someone she’d just met - even counting with the fact that he seemed all too eager to have her smack him. On the face. Hard.

“Also, the whole sheet-white thing isn’t so obvious when you’re just staring at people’s legs. I just thought your pants were a bit faded, that’s all.” she continued explaining, scrunching the tip of her nose with an easy look on her face, as if she was conversing with her best friend of all times. If he had known her, though, he’d have known that the tip-of-the-nose-rubbing was a sign of nervousness. Fortunately, he didn’t. A light smile daunted her features when he told her to be more careful - lecturing her without being what one necessarily calls snarky. Barky, sure. But not the snarling, I’m-Going-To-Kill-You-Again type. There was a hint of normality she could work with right there - at least one that secured that he wasn’t going to strangle her that very instant. “Sure, I will.” She threw him a dimpled grin, before turning to face forward, confident that now was a good time to shut up.

Else who knew what might happen.

Unfortunately, shutting up had never been one of her strong points. She needed motion; she needed to shoot some energy on the outside. And so she basically did what she had gotten used to do in church, going back to that familiar and comfortable routine that she’d indulged into once a week when her parents dragged her there.

Aka fumbling on her seat to the best of her ability and driving everyone around her nuts.

She tapped her feet on the ground, she tapped her fingers on the bench, she played with them on her lap, she crossed and uncrossed her legs during the endless amount of time that were two minutes. She was woken from her not so silent reverie by the sound of the boy’s voice yet again. She turned her chin to look at him, a cheerful look on her countenance. “With me…? Oh, I'm just fine, thank you so much for asking.” she answered, without skipping a beat. Obviously, she was joking, the laughing glint on her gaze matching the steely look on his own eyes. She was probably insane, but it was worth a shot. It couldn’t hurt trying she thought, taking a deep breath.

And then she went for it.

“I was wondering what to say to you, actually.” Pfft, she’d been wondering no such thing, but it was worth trying anyways. She turned herself fully towards him and started, extending a hand in his direction. “I’m Mary.” She looked meaningfully down at her hand and explained with what she hoped was a charming smile: “Now’s the part where you smile, shake my hand and tell me your name.” She was pushing it. A lot. Under the brilliant smile and kind words, she was silently praying to all the little angels floating about that he wouldn’t rebuff her.

N O T E S & & Eesh. Tooooo nice.
W O R D & C O U N T & & 807
T A G & & alexei // bubbles

[ALEXEI HAYDEN GERRARD]

can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

i could really use a wish right now, wish right now wish right now...

He rolled his eyes at the girls shocked expression of how crude he was; oh well. It annoyed him that he couldn’t be rough with someone just because he wanted to, what was up with that? It wasn’t as if he was literally hurting someone with his words, so he didn’t mind at all. Alexei didn’t mind anything, as said so many times before. Just because he didn’t take her apology. God. In his eyes, giving forgiveness and asking for forgiveness were two signs of weakness and Alexei would never find himself doing one of the two to anyone in the world. Asking for forgiveness was not Alexei’s style, he was not the type to beg and say the word ‘sorry.’ That word was not in his vocabulary what so ever, ever since he was…well about ten probably. He could never get those words past his lips, even when it involved his mother. And well…forgiving someone that was not in Alexei’s nature. He never forgave anyone, instead he would hurt them, any how and any way, boy or girl; it made no difference to him. He scoffed at her answer and said, “Well darling, it’s pretty obvious about the ghost thing. Even a toddler could understand what he could do in this life.” Alexei shook his head and smirked at her, sarcasm dripping in his voice.

He leaned back against the pew, sighing in deeply, tired already of this conversation going on between the both of them. He glanced at her for a few seconds and saw her half smiling, or smirking, although it did look like half of each…creepy it seemed. It was as if she was gong to cry for a second there; her lower lip trembled even if she didn’t know it herself. He shrugged silently, not caring; girls were too emotional at times and it gave him a headache, just like many other things did.

Actually it was pretty obvious to see who was a ghost and who wasn’t in Empress, but Alexei didn’t bother to reply, what was the point she would just argue with him and that would lead to more arguments, counter attacks and then it would turn into something that happened between him and Savannah, but in this case, Alexei would probably push this girl onto the alter and bang her head there a couple of times. He looked at her as she began to rub her nose lightly, it seemed as if she was…nervous, and Alexei could smell a hint of fear in it as well. Alexei could smell fear a lot, it was one thing that made him a good fighter. When he knew if a fighter was scared of him or not, then Alexei would go with the swift, easy kicks. But if he couldn’t smell fear on one of his opponents, Alexei would think things through and make a game plan. He rolled his eyes as her happy go attitude returned to her again, it was annoying.

Alexei tilted his head backwards again and closed his eyes, but he could hear so much. He could hear the girl sitting next to him move about, as she tapped her feet, tapped her fingers, fidgeted, he heard the material of her clothes as she moved about and Alexei wanted to open his eyes and shake her about telling her that she was acting like a nut. He looked at her as she began to speak, he rolled his eyes again and said, “Don’t you ever get tired with your…attitude? It’s driving me crazy.” He just had to do it, he had to tell her, if he didn’t, then no one else would and he didn’t want to spend his time in this Church with this girl nattering away with her happy attitude, it annoyed him and also crept him out.

He rolled his eyes at her next sentence, yeah right. He totally believed that bullshit. No one ever wanted to speak to Alexei ever again after meeting him for just a few minutes, or even a few seconds. He looked down at her as she extended her arm out towards him. He rose his eyebrows at her as she did this and smile. “I know what to do but I prefer not to. I’m not as dumb as some people around here.” Alexei turned his head back to facing the front, but then looked upwards and closed his eyes again. After a few seconds he said, “Alexei.” He didn’t open his eyes to see what she would say, or whether she was hurt by his actions. Who cared?







TAGGED// MARY
WORD COUNT// 768
LYRICS// AIRPLANES-B.O.B. FT HAYLEY WILLIAMS
NOTES// POST SUCKED...SORRY I HATE MYSELF.