hold me up just a little bit longer [OPEN]

[MATTHIAS ELIJAH STARLING]

A heavy whine of cicadas saturated the humid summer air. For once in about a million years it was hot in Empress. Rather, hotter than usual. Clouds still peppered the sky and a soft breeze blew occasionally. But it was obvious the height of summer, even if it was just the middle of August. The lake was a heavy blue color, reflecting the heat of the sun back up into the air. Though it was hot now, another storm was surly on the horizon, waiting to cast the road up to the lake back into mud. The lake wasn’t even a part of Empress, really. It was a far drive out, across dusty roads and through a Texas gate. The lake was hardly a lake, more so a swelling in the river where occasionally you could row a small boat. Fishermen came down sometimes to the dusty place to try and catch fish, but really, it was too out of the way for much of anything. Only mosquitoes and frogs were constant visitors.

So then why would a ghost be here, with the muck and bugs and heat rolling up in waves from the blue water?

Moffies legs swung neatly in and out, his bare toes skimming over the top of the water. He watched it in interest, as no ripples moved from where his feet should have broke the water. His jeans were rolled up to the knee, and he really wanted to take his shirt off but didn’t feel like it. It was hot, but he could handle it. He just wished the water would move for him. Ripple in just the slightest way. Moffie could barely even feel the heat against his skin. The breeze that blew was numb to him, not even tossing his hair up in the air like it should have. This place felt so empty, too hot for people and too cold for happiness. Moffie wanted a friend with him, to laugh and have fun with. Some person to talk to and just have a good time. He had never been alone in his whole life, he’d always been with his parents or his sister or his friends. Moffie hated being alone. He had wandered out here because...because...

Well, a long time ago Moffie and his sister had come here. Their giggles had penetrated the air as they played in the water, chasing after tadpoles, scaring off the fish. More people had been here then, fishing and playing in the river. This place had been popular once, when there were a few more kids in Empress. It was one of Moffies favourite places to visit when he was young, despite the long way out. They’d take the car, his parents and him and his sister. Sometimes after a rain the car would get stuck in the mud and they couldn’t make it down to the river, but it was still an adventure, trying to get the car out of the mud and back home. Lord, Moffie missed being with his family and his little sister. How was she even supposed to survive, Moffie remembered how she would always depend on him, run to him when she was sad instead of her mother. He missed going to church with all his family, now he had to sit quietly in the back, half sulking, watching his family from a far, and wishing he could be with them.

Two years, two full years and he still couldn’t get over it. But what was he supposed to? He was allowed to be sad. He just wished had someone, anyone, just to talk to. But Moffie was supposed to be happy, anyway. No matter what, life, or afterlife, was to be enjoyed. He looked up from his feet drifting across the water and across, watching the swarms of mosquitoes. Quickly, he placed his hands down on the dock and rose to his feet, leaving his shoes where they lay; sure no one would take them when they were invisible. Moffie walked off the dock and to the sand and rock that made up whatever you could call a beach here. The water rose and fell lazily against the shore, moving with the slight wind and the strong current. Moffie moved into the river, feeling the slight tug at his legs and glad this one feeling was at least there. Maybe he was imagining it but it was nice. He hummed, his eyes closing, listening to the sounds around him. No matter what, God made a beautiful world and he should appreciate what he had while he was still here. One day, fate would grace Moffie, but for now, this was enough.

tags, OPEN
tunes, JERSEY, MAYDAY PARADE
words, SEVEN EIGHTY TWO
jamming to, LOST IN STEREO[LIVE], ALL TIME LOW
post script, MOFFIE IS ADORABLE AND YOU ALL KNOW IT. ACCEPT IT.

[KRISTOPHER ZANE ESTRELLA]

he woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes,


started making his way past two in the morning

Kristopher had just left the pub. For some reason, Empress had become very hot today; after all it was summer, but he couldn’t believe the heat. It was as if for once in Empress the heat wanted to come out, why couldn’t it just be a normal day? Sure there were a few clouds here and there and breezes flew by, but still! The heat made him not want to drink today and Kristopher had been looking forward to having a cool glass of alcohol, but his throat was parched and he didn’t think that alcohol could do anything. When it was hot, alcohol made him feel dizzy, even thought that was how he felt when he was drunk, but for some reason it was worse when the weather was hot. He didn’t like the heat, he didn’t like the cold either, it was somewhere in the middle that he liked. But if he couldn’t get that Kristopher would take the cold any day over the heat, which meant he could drink and get drunk too without feeling nauseated. But alas, it seemed as if Kristopher would have to go sober for one day, well it didn’t matter right? He could get double drunk tomorrow! The thoughts of drinking double of everything made Kristopher smile.

Kristopher looked around the deserted area of the pub; it didn’t seem as if he could do drugs wither today. The dealers all seemed to be gone, maybe in some swimming pool, creating havoc amongst little kids and their parents. Kristopher would have joined them, but not today. He didn’t want to create havoc everyday, the same routine got boring. Kristopher didn’t like doing the same things, but it seemed as if getting a drink every day was really the only thing that seemed to stay the same. He did drugs every once in a while, especially on days when he felt pissed, fucked up and angry, which was rare but Kristopher normally took drugs anyway, so it wasn’t much of a difference. It felt weird not to be drinking right now, he really needed something to clear his throat, but he doubted that anything could help his throat. He coughed slightly as he paced up and down the side f the pub, looking through the glass at the other punters. His fingers itched to go around a cool, tall glass full of alcohol, but no. He wouldn’t. Today was a day to do something different. To go somewhere different.

As he was pacing next to the pub, Kristopher finally got an idea. The idea just literally sprang inside his head and if Kristopher was a cartoon character you would have definitely seen a light bulb pop over his head and glow brilliantly. He smiled; yes he knew exactly where to go! He would go to the docks, he had rarely been there. He had probably been there once when his father let him out on his own when he was about seven years old. He had gone with his cousin brother and he had jumped into the river, splashing and playing about. It was a quiet area, and he knew that not many people went there lately. It was as if it were being deserted. Kristopher wanted to go there, to see if anything had actually changed in the docks. Were there new plants? New boats? A brilliantly, new long dock? Who knew, Kristopher hadn’t gone to visit the docks ever since he came back to Empress. Kristopher doubted it but he still wanted to go visit the docks, to go into the long river and swim about in it, to feel the coldness of the water and just forget things for a while.

Slowly Kristopher made his way to the docks, happy that for once his plans did not involve drinks or drugs. See there was an improvement wasn’t there? But it was only one day, and Kristopher wasn’t seeing himself giving up the drinks or the drugs anytime soon. He took his shirt off, feeling the heat trying to go through his body. He wasn’t sweating but he knew he would probably start soon; the heat did that to him. He finally reached the docks and stared at it for a while, he hadn’t been there ion so long and even the memory of him being there with his cousin was a bit too hazy. Kristopher walked along the docks slowly, not really paying any attention to any of the animals or any beings that were there. When he reached the end of the dock, Kristopher dropped his shirt to the floor and took his jeans off too. He slipped off his shoes too and then jumped into the water gracefully; he swam a bit further out for a few seconds and then rose to the surface. As he came to the surface he noticed someone on the beach. It was a guy, on his own and he was definitely a ghost. Kristopher smile; the more company the better. He raised his hand and waved at the guy. “Hey man, you wanna join me for a swim?”

TAGGED// MOFFIE
WORD COUNT// 855
LYRICS// ALL TIME LOW - REMEMBERING SUNDAY
NOTES// AWW LITTLE MOFFLES AND KRISSY!
CREDITS// ME

[MATTHIAS ELIJAH STARLING]

The air felt like it was sticking to his skin, and the air smelt like a mix of salt, dust and hot water. Not the most pleasant thing in the world, that was sure. The height of summer made Moffie uncomfortable sometimes, just with the heat. He preferred spring, with the soft cool breezes and big fluffy clouds. Spring was the time when all the cute baby animals came out, where God’s work was at its hardest, renewing the world after a long sleepy winter. In spring time the storms were the best too. Large imposing thunder clouds would roll in and it would rain cats and dogs for a day. Moffie didn’t mind the rain; it was pretty and smelt so good afterwards. God worked such a masterpiece with his world. Moffie was glad even after death he still got the privilege to live on earth, even if he was meant to retribute for all of his sins. He could easily do that while being happy and enjoying the time here, right? He was blessed to still see his family and his home. In Heaven, he knew it would be so much better though. He didn’t know how, but it would all be revealed for him. It would be good, he was sure.

Moffie heard the crunch of gravel behind him. He turned, peering out at the road, trying to see even though the sun was in his eyes. It looked like a single person was coming his way but they looked wavery. Like a desert mirage and Moffie was unsure if there was anyone really there. But then the form solidified into that of a boy, around Moffies age probably, walking straight for the docks. He blinked owlishly, watching the guy as he drew closer and walked along the dock. It seemed as if he didn’t even notice Moffie, maybe he was a human. But, he didn’t look solid. Moffie was confused. “He-" his voice stopped as the boy peeled off his shirt and almost immediately Moffie dropped his gaze. The boy must be alive, to not see Moffie there. He looked up curiously when he heard a splash from the river. The boys shirt, pants and shoes were on the dock. He must not have even seen Moffies shoes, because they were right beside where he’d dropped his clothes. Moffie looked out to where the boy was swimming. He was curious, why had he come here, all alone? Not many people ventured out to the river alone. People would come with friends and family, because it was more fun that way. He shifted from foot to foot, digging his toes into the sand.

Sighing slightly, Moffie swung his hands at his sides. He wished he could talk to the boy, he looked really nice and like someone Moffie would get along with. Well, it was fine; at least Moffie wasn’t alone here anymore. He just, the boy spiked up his curiosity and now he wanted to know so much. But he was sure the boy was alive, unlike Moffie, and therefore couldn’t even see him. So of course, the poor boy was shocked when the other called out, waving his hand from where he swam. Moffie looked behind him, looking for someone that wasn’t him. Surely the living boy was just calling to one of his friends that had trailed behind in following him. But the dead boy was literally the only one on the beach, so he had to be talking to Moffie. His face jumped up into a happy smile. Then in a moment it fell and he looked out at the boy. “I’d love to! But I don’t ha-oh...”he paused, sucking in his lip and looking down. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought. He was about to say he didn’t have a bathing suit, but the other boy had just stripped down to his boxers and jumped in, no big deal. Moffie never was self conscious and many times at bible camp he had done the exact same thing, because it was too hot to go back to the cabin. Just for a moment, he felt almost self conscious about it. It was a stranger, but it didn’t matter. It was no big deal that he was wearing boxer briefs with small red trains on them, no big deal at all.

Without a care now, Moffie ran up to the dock and stripped his shirt and pants, dropping them to the side before jumping into the river. He surfaced and shook his hair before locating the other boy and swimming his way. “Oh gosh its cold!” he laughed, flipping over to his back, enjoying it. This was nice, a break from the heat, even if the water was purely freezing. He swam his way until he was near the boy and finally stopped, treading water. His toes no longer touched the bottom, and it was almost hard to breath with the cold water pressing against his chest. “I’m Moffie by the way, nice to meet you,” he felt more at ease now. He didn’t recognize the other boy, which was strange for such a small town. Moffie knew everyone in the town from a mile away. “This was a very good idea by the way, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Empress so hot,” It was nice to be able to talk to someone, to have some company rather than moping by the river side. He could barely even feel the heat anymore. Moffie rolled over onto his back, floating while he looked up at the blue sky. He sighed happily, it didn’t even matter that he was dead. He could still feel the coldness of the river and the slight current tugging at his limbs. Today was going to be a good day.


tags, KRIS
tunes, JERSEY, MAYDAY PARADE
words, NINE SIXTY NINE
jamming to, DANGER LINE, AVENGED SEVENFOLD
post script, ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I POSTED MOFFIE. THIS IS GOING TO BE WONDERFUL FUN! =D.

[KRISTOPHER ZANE ESTRELLA]

he woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes,


started making his way past two in the morning

Kristopher couldn’t hold his excitement in as he saw the docks and the river after it. It looked just like it did when he was a young boy even if he couldn’t actually remember much. The docks were still the same, wooden, old and they looked rotten as hell too. But it seemed as if they were either painted new just the other day or more wood was put on top of it to make it look nice and clean. The river was clean and sparkly, there were no litter and rubbish in their. Of course many people in Empress didn’t like throwing litter around, even the children which was a surprise but it was a really good thing. It was a surprise to Kristopher that many people in Empress didn’t do much bad things, sure there were the occasional troublemakers but it wasn’t all too bad like how it was in his boarding school; in Empress it was just…really boring. When Kristopher took off his shirt, he could have sworn he heard someone saying something, but lately he had been hearing things. Maybe he was a bit drunk? Maybe he wasn’t as sober as he thought he was? Kristopher shook his head and continued taking off his shirt. He was proud of his body, it was toned very well and Kristopher was quite tanned, because he used to stay outdoors most of the time when he was in the boarding school, and that had tanned him; he looked completely Spanish now.

Kristopher completely submerged himself into the water, it was cold, scratch that it was freezing cold, but it was completely beautiful. It was cold, it got rid of the pathetic heat that he was feeling just a few moments ago and now he felt better. Kristopher didn’t mind being alone but he didn’t like it either. He wished there was someone who would come swim with him, it wasn’t fun being alone. Kris didn’t handle being on his own too well, it was a scary situation for him and he tried to stay with as many people as possible, in over crowded areas, even if the people were alive and there weren’t ghosts around; he just needed the comfort of being with someone. When Kristopher first saw the boy on the beach his first thought was, ‘he’s cute.’ And indeed he was. The boy had this adorable, sparkling feature about him that made Kristopher just want to coo and pinch his cheeks and give him a smacker on the lips, but he didn’t think the last option would be that good in case the boy wasn’t gay or bisexual. But even still, the boy did look different, he seemed very feminine and Kris liked that about him. Kristopher laughed to himself when the boy looked at him confused, it was as if he was confused to the fact that Kris was talking to him. Who else would he be talking to? The guy was the only one in the docks near him, so obviously he was talking to him! Kristopher looked at him confused, as the guy began to speak and understood what the guy meant even before he finished his sentence. “Oh, it don’t matter just strip!” Kris floated on his back for a few seconds, wondering if the boy would enter the river or not.

Kris stared at the boy shamelessly as he stripped in front of him; hey the boy was cute so give Kris some slack! Kris’ lips turned upwards into a small smirk as he saw boxers with red trains, ooh now that was cute. Kris boxers had snoopy’s face on them, he had picked them out with Savannah one day when they had gone shopping. “I know right? The weather’s hot but the water’s freezing, but I love it! I feel so much at ease now.” Kristopher kept his head above the water, but he kept on going up and down, up and down submerging his head in the water to feel it cascading down his face. His hair flopped over his face and he moved it out of the way as the other boy came closer. “Ooohhh, I like your name. My name’s Kristopher, with a ‘K,’ you can call me Kris though like everyone else does! Or Krissy baby, I prefer that, but I know many of my male friends don’t like to call me that, so Kris will do my little Moffie cakes! You don’t mind if I call you that right, it just sounds so cute, that I couldn’t help myself!” Kristopher moved his hand around in the water, pushing it towards Moffie and splashing him in the face. Kristopher laughed and did it again. He was having fun, at least he ahd met someone new in Empress. “I know right? God, why did Empress have to be so hot today?” Kristopher laughed and then submerged himself in the water again, this time holding onto Moffie’s hand and pulling him down with him.

TAGGED// MOFFIE
WORD COUNT// 835
LYRICS// ALL TIME LOW - REMEMBERING SUNDAY
NOTES// YAY!
CREDITS// ME

[MATTHIAS ELIJAH STARLING]

It had been a while since Moffie had gone swimming with anything like a friend. Usually he was busy with volunteering and church stuff and family stuff so the river and the water were forgotten. He remembered going with his friends a few years back. And not just at the river either. They had taken one of their parent’s cars, Moffie and a few of his friends, and drove to the nearest lake. They’d spent the day in the water and lazing on the sand, it was probably the best day of that entire summer. Moffie loved lake water much more then pool water. There were no chemicals and it didn’t matter to him that it was always freezing, that was the way things were supposed to be. He enjoyed jumping of docks and screaming and just having fun. So it was good to be doing it again, to be with someone, even if they were a total stranger. Moffie could see himself becoming friends with this guy, he made friends with everyone. Well, there were those few people he didn’t, but that was because for some reason people didn’t like him. Moffie had been tricked many times and back stabbed and that kind of drama really shouldn’t go on around a boy with a face like his, but that was the world for you. Moffie still trusted everyone, just like he trusted this boy. Everyone was always good in his eyes, just as God would have wished it. Moffie just wished more people thought like him so it would be easier.

No one Moffie knew would ever call him shy or self conscious. They all just knew him to be the sweet boy that always had a smile on his face. Moffie wasn’t exactly shy, per say, but he was a little conscious of himself, on the inside. He just worried that people wouldn’t like him and he wanted everyone to be happy and enjoy his company. So when he met new people, it could be awkward, just because Moffie would act a little shy. He would still talk to random strangers, and he was known to give up to people he’d just met and give them hugs or talk to them because they looked sad. He’d never been self conscious about his body or anything else. Moffie wasn’t a loud person but that never meant anything to do with confidence. He was just a little awkward taking off his shirt and pants in front of this guy, well because he’d just met him. Moffie didn’t really have anything to say about his body. He had a farmers tan because he walked around in a t-shirt all of the time and he was thin but most definitely not well defined. He was just a small average boy, reaching only a measly 5’5 and a little bit. He was shorter then a lot of people but it never mattered to Moffie. It was the way God made him and for that, he was proud. Though, he still blushed in the slightest, stripping in front of this total stranger like this.

Moffie, being the innocent little being that he was, didn’t even notice the other boy staring at him. He didn’t even consider that a possibility. Moffies thoughts were always the farthest thing away from anything dirty. He had the mind of a five year old, and really the face as well. “Mph, it is really nice” Moffie replied, sighing softly. He looked up at the other boy as he ducked his head under the water. He ducked under the water as he swam closer and came up to here the torrent of words pouring out of the other boy’s mouth. “Um..Okay?” he seemed a little confused but Moffie was still smiling like always. Kris had just spoken fast and there were a lot of words to interpret and he just wasn’t quite ready for it all. Then he blinked and his smile grew. “Eugh, Moffie cakes is way too adorable. How about I call youuu Krissy cakes? Krissy pie? Krissy bear? Krislecons, Goose, Bubblefa-Arg!” Moffie was interrupted by a splash of water in the face. He laughed, shaking his head, and splashed Kris directly back. He blinked at Kris as he spoke and was about to reply but then he was dragged underwater. Moffie struggled, feeling Kris’ hand wrapped around his. He pulled away and kicked to the surface, spluttering water out of his mouth. Kris rose a second later. “Psh, I’d say you were trying to kill me but I’m already dead,” he shook out his hair in Kris’ face, smiling happy. “And I’m pretty sure the Lord just made it this hot to send us to melt in the water,” Moffie pushed himself back under the water, and surfaced quickly again, letting the water run down his face. “I haven’t seen you around much, what are you doing down by the river all on your lonesome?” he tipped his head to the side, moving back and forth in the water restlessly.


tags, KRIS!
tunes, JERSEY, MAYDAY PARADE
words, EIGHT FORTY THREE
jamming to, I.D.G.A.F, BREATHE CAROLINA
post script, NOT PROUD OF THIS POST, NOT AT ALL D=

[KRISTOPHER ZANE ESTRELLA]

he woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes,


started making his way past two in the morning

Kristopher always made friends easily, his parents always told him it was because he got his father’s sparkling charm and easy going personality, and Kris though that it was all bullshit. Really, his father was easy going? Yeah right, his father didn’t even have a sparkling charm; he was just someone that everyone was afraid of. Making friends was like a job for Kris, he wanted to make many friends as possible in this life, he loved making friends, and it just made him feel happy to be with people. He wasn’t a good loner. He was glad that this boy, Moffie, decided to join him in the river because it wouldn’t have been fun just swimming by himself. Seriously, if there was no one there in five minutes, Kris would have gotten out of the river and walked around Empress, trying to find all of his other friends, that was just the way he was. He wouldn’t stay in one place unless he had someone there with him in five minutes or under. Kristopher actually didn’t make friends with everyone; some people thought his big mouth to be annoying. They thought he was too much of a playboy, they thought that he spoke too much and they didn’t like his habits of drinking and doing drugs. But Kris didn’t care; haters were admirers from afar, because they noticed things about you so easily. Kristopher didn’t mind if people found him annoying, he knew that he was but hey, so many other people were annoying. At least Kris tried to make people laugh and get them to have a good time, he wasn’t that annoying now was he? He was a sweet guy. From what Kris could see of Moffie, he seemed to be a really nice guy, he seemed soft and lovely just by the way he spoke too. That kid must have been brought up with some real good manners and shit.

Kristopher could see that the guy did not notice his staring so he stared some more; if Moffie had seen Kris’ staring then Kris would have probably made up some kind of story. Or he would have made a joke about it if Moffie knew the real truth. The guy didn’t seem like he went for boys, or maybe he was just good at hiding because Kris didn’t know why, but he got a feeling that Moffie did like males, whether or not Moffie knew Kris didn’t know, but Kristopher did know that Moffie was probably someone in denial. Kris nodded as Moffie complimented the water, it definitely was really nice. He closed his eyes, letting the water just take him over when he submerged into it. Damn did that feel so good! Kristopher laughed as Moffie looked at him all confused because of how he spoke. But Kristopher couldn’t really help it, he always spoke too much and most of it came out so fast too. He just loved speaking because he felt as if it drew people in and made them feel more comfortable, but sometimes when he spoke too much it did the total opposite. He hoped that Moffie wouldn’t be the type of person, who would do the opposite, but Kristopher doubted it, Moffie didn’t really seem like the type to do that at all. Kristopher laughed as Moffie answered; yes he wasn’t those types of people who took things too seriously! “Hey, you look adorable so I might as well give you an adorable nick name! And you know what? I don’t mind if you call me any of those names at all! They sound cute!” Kristopher laughed as Moffie splashed him back. “Hey I didn’t want to kill you; I just wanted to have some fun!” Kristopher closed his eyes and shouted. “Hey! Stop it, that’s not nice.” Kris pouted and shook his hair in Moffie’s face this time, laughing. “Now it’s your turn!” Kristopher nodded, ah so Moffie was one of those ‘god’ types, better keep the stuff about drinks and drugs low for now then. “Oh I’m just around; I haven’t seen you around either. I came here so that I could just relax in the coldness, what about you? You were here all on your lonesome when I came.”

Moffie had seemed to be thinking about something, and it seemed as if it was important. Either that or he was just relaxing by himself. Sometimes Kris wasn’t really that good at reading a person when they were doing something. Kris wanted to take his boxers off, he just wanted to get fully naked and embrace the cold full on, but he didn’t think that Moffie would like it. Under the water, Kris tugged on his boxers a little, they were becoming heavy now as the water seeped through them. “So where have you been? Are you new in Empress?” Kris tugged on his boxers once more, not liking the feeling of them before he decided to submerge himself in the water again.


TAGGED// MOFFIE
WORD COUNT// 835
LYRICS// ALL TIME LOW - REMEMBERING SUNDAY
NOTES// MY POST AIN'T NICE!
CREDITS// ME

[MATTHIAS ELIJAH STARLING]

It was hard to find a lot of younger kids in Empress. Though, there weren’t that many people to start with. There were a few younger kids, but most were barely even teens or even younger. Most of the kids Moffie knew lived in other towns or farm houses a whiles away from Empress. It wasn’t usual to see a young kid that you didn’t know, but Empress never really got a lot of visitors except those passing through that didn’t even stay. Many people questioned living in a small town where the grocery store was barely even a grocery store. Moffie liked it though; he enjoyed knowing his neighbours and stopping to talk to old women as he went for walks. Empress was a good town, despite all the things that did happen around the place. Moffie knew there was a lot of small town drama, but still the people all seemed happy, or almost there. Empress was a simple life and that was just what Moffie treasured.

Moffie looked up at Kris in surprise at his words, his strokes in the water faltering a bit. Many time Moffie had been called cute, adorable, all variations of the word but never had a guy ever called him that before. Usually girls just cooed it at him and he didn’t even know how to take it from them. But typical Moffie just got a little pink in the cheeks and shook h is head at Kris. “Already have a nickname silly, Moffie. Been stuck with that since I was five years old.” Not that he hated it. It was more his name than anything else would be. His little sister had given him that name when she was three and found it hard to pronounce Matthias. Not that Moffie was any better, but his mother said it was a cute nickname to match his cute face, and so it stuck. Moffie couldn’t even see himself fitting into a name like Matthias, it sounded so old and serious, like his father really. One day he’d have to give up his childish qualities, well he would if he were alive. Now he would never age, and never grow up. Almost sad, although it was everyone’s dream.

Too be young forever but what good was that? Moffie had wanted to grow up, to see what his future would bring him. He’d gotten through high school, being nineteen and all, but none of it felt real. He didn’t feel nineteen, though he’d just barely turned nineteen before he died so it didn’t count. Now, two years later, Moffie still couldn’t picture himself with any kind of job. Though, he’d wanted to go to a good college, a religious one. Then he could become a youth pastor, a counsellor at a bible camp, anything he wanted. It was hard to believe now though, swimming in the river, that if he’d lived he would be twenty one. That was so old.

“Hey! You started it!” Again, he sounded like a little five year old as he cringed from the water being splashed in his face. He just laughed at Kris’ pout and stuck his tongue out, ducking from the spray of water from his hair. He perked his head up and titled his head, biting his lip slightly in concern. “Well, I just....I haven’t gotten to know many people since I died. I thought I would know a lot of them but I really don’t so it’s hard for me. And I was just...a little lonely, I suppose. I know it makes no sense that I came down here, but see me and my little sister would come down here all the time and it was such a happy place for me. I suppose in all it was God’s will, though, cause I got to meet you,” he spoke aimlessly, looking up at the sky. He didn’t censor his words much, though he knew a lot of people didn’t believe in God. Sometimes he’d been called stupid for believing, but Kris seemed like a good person that would at least understand. Moffie didn’t even see what was so stupid about it anyway; couldn’t they see His magic working all around them?

Moffie was jostled from his thoughts by Kris’ words. He smiled, shaking his head. He waited until Kris reappeared above the surface before speaking “Oh me? Haha, nah. I’ve lived here my whole life. I just hung around the church a lot when I was alive, so really I only knew those people. I know about everyone in town though, but I just can’t seem to place your face....” Moffies words trailed off. It was a strange feeling, not knowing someone in the town. Empress had fewer than two hundred residents, and Moffie may not know all their names but he definitely would know all their faces. But Kris wasn’t at all the least bit familiar to him, not even from the school he attended in Oyen. Was he even from Empress? But if he wasn’t, then why would his ghost be here of all places? So many questions, but Moffie wasn’t all to worried, things would be cleared up eventually.



tags, KRIS!
tunes, JERSEY, MAYDAY PARADE
words, EIGHT SIXTY SIX
jamming to, FICTION, AVENGED SEVENFOLD
post script, OII KRIS, WAYYY TO EARLY TO BE TAKING OFF YOUR BOXERS, COOL YOUR JETS KIDDO XD

[KRISTOPHER ZANE ESTRELLA]

he woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes,


started making his way past two in the morning

Many of the ghosts in Empress were young, very young. It seemed as if younger kids were the main types of people that were dying instead of old people, or the old people weren’t put here by the Shinigami, only the young children were. That was why there were a lot of youngsters around, they were having fun just like they were supposed to, without any adults around, and they were all having fun. He liked this life because there were no adults around, which meant he could drink, drive and do drugs without his parent always hanging over his head, wanting to know everything he was doing, always in his business. Kris didn’t know much of the people around Empress because he had never been in Empress for that long to make friends with anyone. It was weird to call himself a person of Empress because he really hadn’t been in Empress for that long, it was only for a few years and he couldn’t remember half the people from Empress at all.

Kris always spoke his mind; if he thought someone was cute he would tell them and he definitely thought that Moffie was cute. Definitely adorable and just plain beautiful. Just because he was a guy, didn’t mean he couldn’t tell other guys that he thought they were cute, after all he was bisexual and he could find guys hot. And Moffie was hot. Kristopher smiled as he saw Moffie blush at his comment, definitely cute. “Mhm, Moffie’s cute, but I want to give you a nickname. I always give everyone a nickname and so you are getting stuck with Moffie cakes, my cute, adorable little friend! I do like Moffie though.” Kris smiled at Moffie; he loved giving out nicknames, especially funny ones because they were easy to remember. He felt closer to people when he gave them a nickname and people seemed happy when he did give them a nickname. “So what is Moffie a nickname for? Matthew?” Kris shrugged his shoulder, which was really the only name that he could think of. Who gave him the name as well, it was cute, something that a child would probably give. Kris moved his hands out of the water, stretching them and stretching his legs too. It felt good.

“That is true...” Kristopher smiled widely at Moffie and laughed as he cringed away from the water that was being splashed on him. Kris stuck his tongue out Moffie as he did the same and moved his head about. Kristopher touched the water lightly and then pushed it forward against Moffie’s chest. Letting it slowly glide over him. “You know what? You should really go out more and get to know people, and I think it’s cute that you came here with your sister. I’m glad I met you; you’re not all angry and bitter like all the other guys around here. Listen, you won’t be lonely when you meet me, you and I can have some fun together and I’ll save you from all this loneliness. Trust me; I’m a fun person to go to when you’re lonely.” Kristopher looked up at the sky, knowing that Moffie was probably mainly looking up for God while he was just staring aimlessly at the clouds. He didn’t think that Moffie was stupid for believing in God his family were believers in God, but Kristopher wasn’t really a true follower. He didn’t see why he should bother; it wasn’t as if everything was good in his life so he went on with not believing. He was fine with not believing, but he didn’t think he should tell Moffie that, it seemed as if Moffie was a true believer, a really strong believer as well.

He knew it was probably a bit rude of him to submerge himself under water straight after asking a question, but he was so hot and he really didn’t care. He coughed out a bit of water as he returned to the surface and moved his hair out of the way of his face when Moffie answered his question. “Oh that’s cool. Me? Well I did live in Empress but then I was put into a boarding school when I was about twelve or something, so I really don’t know many of the people in Empress because I can’t remember them that well.” Kristopher didn’t even bother to want to get to know the people of Empress, it didn’t matter. He’d just make new friends; he didn’t need to go back to his past. There were a lot of ghosts around here who weren’t even from Empress, like Savannah. She was from England and she made her way to Empress, it seemed as if all ghosts were making their way towards England. It was as if Empress was the central meeting point for all ghosts, but why Empress of all places? It wasn’t that exciting, but still at least somewhere than nowhere right?


TAGGED// MOFFIE
WORD COUNT// 828
LYRICS// ALL TIME LOW - REMEMBERING SUNDAY
NOTES// MWAHAHA, SORRY THIS IS CRAP.
CREDITS// ME

[MATTHIAS ELIJAH STARLING]

There were a lot of younger dead people in Empress, Moffie noticed, which was really strange. Perhaps the younger ones turned to ghosts because their lives hadn’t been lived to the fullest, or they had more to look for. Moffie wasn’t sure he understood the ways of the afterlife. He was so used to Heaven and Hell, nothing about ghosts or a ‘Shinigami’ had ever been mentioned. He couldn’t even go to anyone and ask about any of it, anyone who could give him answers was alive. Perhaps the being that locked them in this ghostly world was just a rampant demon, torturing humans like they did. The Lord wouldn’t’ be happy with this, if He noticed. Moffie knew God had something to do with this though; He wouldn’t let His creations suffer through this for nothing. But then again, there were the stories of purgatory, a place between Heaven and Hell where souls were given a chance to pay for their sins. Moffie had always imagined purgatory as a waiting room though, like at the dentist, one place he thoroughly hated. Maybe this was it, but it was hard to believe. Moffie just wished he had some answers.

Moffie snorted with laughter, Kris was funny. “Alrighty. I don’t mind it anyway, it is...cute” Moffie wrinkled up his nose, the word felt weird to him. He was just so used to people sticking to calling him Moffie and nothing else. Better than his real name and only one person had ever called him that. Moffie shuddered slightly to think of it, looking down into the clear water. “Oh. Matthias is my actual name, Matthias Starling if you want to get technical. My little sister, Eden, gave it to me when she was three. Oh but please don’t ever call me Matthias. If anything, I probably won’t even respond, no one has called me that...since I was fourteen I guess....” he trailed off, sighing slightly. He wished those memories weren’t there, attached to his name like a squid. Another reason why he didn’t like his name, or anyone calling him that. He just wanted to be happy though, so he shook his head like that could get rid of his thoughts.

Moffie almost wanted to get out of the water, even though they hadn’t even been swimming for that long. He just felt like lying back on the beach, enjoying the sunshine, letting himself get something of an actual tan. Though he didn’t know if ghosts could tan, but it might be possible. He blinked at Kris as he spoke. Kris made what Moffie had said sound so much worse, and sad, and Moffie hated being sad. It was...well it was a downer. “Oh, I do try and meet people but like you said, a lot of them are grumpy and crotchety and don’t seem to like me much. A lot of the ghosts seemed so wrapped up in their business they don’t have time for anyone else,” Moffie frowned again; People were so unkind, even in a place like Empress. Though, he supposed death would do something like that to people. “It's just weird, being dead and not being able to talk to every single person on the street and losing all your friends, right? I never wanted to die, so this is just a bunch of strangeness to me. But I am glad I met you Kris, You’re fun, I like it,” Moffie smiled finally, feeling better. Moffie loved to make people happy all the time, even if he himself wasn’t completely. He liked to be, but since he died it was getting harder and harder, like some weight was crushing his shoulders. He didn’t know what it was, but he sometimes felt like he was going to crack from the invisible pressure. He just wished he could figure out what the heck it was so he could go back to his old happy self.

Moffie had rarely been out of Empress except for random trips with his parents. He’d never been outside of Alberta though, not once in his whole life. Moffie thought about travelling, but seeing the world seemed like an odd notion. There was a lot out there, but Moffie felt he would get lost. He felt at home in Empress, it was the only place he ever knew. He’d never even been to a city bigger then Medicine Hat. Even that had been scary to him, but then again he was only ten when he last went there. People would call him inexperienced, but really, Empress was the only experience he needed. He hadn’t even gone on a plane once in his life, but he was afraid of heights. “A boarding school? Huh, that’s...cool I guess. I don’t really know much about that though. Where was it? And why’d your parents send you all the way to a boarding school??” Moffie was purely curious, he’d never heard of a kid from Empress going to a boarding school before. Moffie just knew them as expensive, for rich kids and the upper classes of big towns. The people of Empress weren’t poor, but they certainly wouldn’t fit into that silly ‘upper class’ rank. Even Moffies family didn’t’ have that much money but he was used to it. He had it better than some people and that made him feel privileged enough.



tags, KRIS!
tunes, JERSEY, MAYDAY PARADE
words, EIGHT NINTY FOUR
jamming to, LOVESTRUCK, BREATHE ELECTRIC
post script, NAHHH, YOUR POSTS ARE GOOD SILLY. MY BRAINS JUST LIKE DEATH

[KRISTOPHER ZANE ESTRELLA]

he woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes,


started making his way past two in the morning

The afterlife was something magical, well to Kristopher it was. It was like some fairy tale place that people never really imagined of. That if you were told of this place when you were young you would have believed it, like Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and those entire princess stories where they were saved by their princes. To Kris, it was all just like that, something happy, where everything tied in together perfectly. This place was a fairy land for him, keeping him happy inside his bubble of friends, alcohol and all those other things and keeping out all of the nasty villain that were out there to spoil his happiness. He didn’t mind that this life was ruled by someone crazy, as long as he was happy, everything was all handy dandies. He didn’t find anything wrong with this life; it was obvious that God must know about it though. So why didn’t He do anything about it? If God was all mighty and seeing and knew what was going on with His people, then why didn’t He just take the people who didn’t like this life out of it? Why didn’t He try to keep His people happy? No one could really answer those questions, so what was the point in even thinking about it all?

Kris smiled as Moffie began to snort with laughter, he found happiness in making other people happy, and it made him feel all glowy and emotional shit on the inside, like some people said. “Cool, because I still would have called you it. I told you it was cute wasn’t it? But don’t worry; I’ll call you Moffie from time to time since that is kinda like your official nickname.” Kris smiled at the way moffie wrinkled his nose, it was cute and adorable, just the way he probably practically seemed to everyone out there. Kris looked at Moffie as he shuddered, oh well the guy must be a bit cold then, right? After all the water was practically nearly freezing. “Oh wow, Matthias huh? Nah I won’t call you it ‘cause I love Moffie cakes better! Aww that’s so cute! Your sister is the bomb! She came up with such a cool name. But you’ll always be my little Moffie cakes.” Kristopher began to make baby faces at Moffie and moved his hand forwards to pinch his cheeks as if he were some old woman examining her grandson.

Kristopher looked up at the Sun; damn did it seem to be a fine day today. As Moffie’s expression changed slightly, Kristopher began to feel bad about what he said. Not that many people liked to be told that they were a stick in the mud and quite so boring and when he caught a glimpse of Moffie fro the first time he knew the guy was probably a bit sensitive. He didn’t want Moffie to be sad either; Kristopher didn’t ever want to make anyone feel bad, ever. It just wasn’t in his heart to do that. “Seriously, some of the ghosts here are just so uptight it’s so annoying. I don’t get why they can’t just let loose a little and have fun? What businesses do they have anyway? It’s not like we’re getting out of this place anytime soon.” Kristopher tutted and shrugged his shoulders a little. Yeah sure the people were dead, but seriously it wasn’t as if they had anything better to do now. They were dead, it’s not like they could go to offices and work, or go to school and learn. They just really stood about doing nothing, crying to themselves about their death, but what good would that do? “Yeah I understand what you mean Moffles. I do miss going up to my friends and just chilling with them. Everything is just totally and completely strange here. Give it a couple of hundred of years, we’ll soon get used to this place my friend.” Kris lightly tapped Moffie on the shoulder, in a sort of encouraging way. “Aww, I’m glad I met you too Moffie cakes, you are quite different from everyone else around here and I like that about you. Haha, always at your service Moffie, whenever you need fun just come to me.” He slightly bowed his head at Moffie before looking up and smiling huge.

No one had really ever gone to a boarding school when they were in Empress; it just wasn’t something that everyone did, seriously. Only people who could really afford it and were probably real smart could get in. he didn’t know why there weren’t that many tourists around Empress, it was a cool place to chill and just get away from all the stress in your life, but others didn’t see it like that. People just thought Empress was a small town with nothing in it, but really it had the scandals of a big city. Some people thought that because Kris had gone to a rich boarding school, he was stuck up and snooty, and he didn’t like the assumptions that were made out about him. Serious? How could Kristopher ever be snotty? He just really wasn’t that type of person. “Yeah it was really cool; I got to meet a lot of different people there. Yeah, I didn’t know much about boarding schools too until I got there. Not much difference to a regular school really, but it’s your home. It was somewhere in New York I think, can’t really remember, but I made a whole bunch of friends. My parents sent me there, they sent me there because I was a lot of…trouble. Let’s just put it as that.” Kristopher shrugged his shoulders, wondering if Moffie was going to ask him anything else, he didn’t want to tell Moffie that he had been sent to boarding school because he got drunk and then pulled his dad’s trousers and boxers down on live television, because then he would just burst into giggles with each sentence.


TAGGED// MOFFIE
WORD COUNT// 1001 (;
LYRICS// ALL TIME LOW - REMEMBERING SUNDAY
NOTES// HAHA THANKS, HEY AT LEAST YOU PRODUCED A V. GOOD POST WITH A DEAD BRAIN!
CREDITS// ME

[MATTHIAS ELIJAH STARLING]

Sometimes Moffie wished he could read people minds, so he knew what they were thinking. Not in a creepy or bad way, he was just a curious boy. And didn’t everyone want to sort of know what the people around them were thinking? Though, if it worked both ways it would be pretty bad. Considering himself and how he enjoyed a little bit of privacy, Moffie knew it was wrong to want to pry into other peoples thoughts. Moffie rarely kept anything secret, but there were just some things he didn’t want the whole world knowing. He was sure people wouldn’t think he was so great if they knew the full truth and every thought that went through his head. No one was that great if you listened to their every thought, that’s why thoughts were private. He just really wanted to know how Kris died. The boy was young and happy, what in the world could have happened to him to send him here? Why would God be so cruel to send a person like him to the afterlife? Perhaps it had been out of the Lords hands though. Fate was fate, and things sometimes just happened. No one would understand the ways of God under any circumstance, who was Moffie to say what was right and what was wrong. He hoped Kris had a peaceful death though, nothing to tragic. Moffies poor little heart couldn’t cope to hear if anything bad had happened to Kris, he liked the boy and he was indeed very sensitive.

“Ah nah, I don’t even mind it” Moffie smiled, as he always was. He was being purely honest though, not even saying that to please Kris. He was so used to just taking things from people though, he was used to it. He accepted everything in the end. Though, sometimes he just left people if they were too annoying towards him. But Kris wasn’t annoying. “Good, thank you. I really don’t even like that name. I know my parents gave it to me and all, but it just doesn’t suit me” Moffie shrugged his shoulders. He loved his parents to bits, but before he died they even called him Moffie. He’d never asked them what they thought of the nick name, but they seemed happy enough. “Oh! Kris!” Moffie laughed as Kris started pinching his cheeks, trying to move away from him. Finally he escaped the wrath of his hands, still laughing. “I’m not some little five year old you know!” but he pouted exactly like one, his hair swinging partly in front of his face. Then he splashed Kris, sticking his tongue out at the other boy before swimming farther away from him.

Moffie would hate to be classified as boring. He wanted to be interesting, funny and fun to be with. Boring people were no fun. “Yeah I know and I feel like I’m slowly falling to that category, moping around like I always am. People should be happy, dead or not. I mean, just look at this place!” Moffie gestured around, looking at the sloping hills surrounding them and the low lull of the river as the two boys swam in it. The world was beautiful, why not be happy? Moffie smiled when Kris called him Moffles, no one ever did that and really, it was a name her enjoyed being called more than his own. People just took his name and stuck with it and it got boring sometime. He enjoyed having more nicknames then just the one. He laughed, shaking his head. “One hundred years is nothing, as long as I have friends. I suppose I’ll make new ones,” Lord, Kris had such a pretty smile. He looked so...well happy when he smiled, when a lot of people just faked their smiles and Moffie didn’t like that. Moffie almost wanted to wrap the boy in a hug and thank Kris properly for cheering him up, but he was unsure about it so he just smiled. He knew a lot of guys were not game to Moffie randomly hugging them; he was just that kind of person. Hugs made everything better. “Me? Different? I’m just another one of your resident Christians, silly. You, on the other hand, are extremely unique.”

“Ah. I don’t know what I would do if my parents ever sent me out of this town. I love it here. The only time I’ve ever been to any real big city was when....I went down to the states, once, but I didn’t get to see much...” Moffie trailed off, biting his lip and looking down into the water. He swirled his hands, watching the lights ripples around his fingers. He could see the sand through them. He sighed. He’d been down to the states to go to a hospital that said they might be able to treat his disease. His parents were willing to try anything, no matter how much it cost. They jumped at every experimental treatment they could. Moffie remembered being prodded by all sorts of needles, being injected with many different fluids, going through so many tests and trials his body felt like a beat up puppet. He could still see himself as he was right before he died. Shrunken and laying in his hospital bed, a rosary still clutched tightly in his hands. His parents had been with him till the very end, holding his hands, petting his hair, praying with him. None had been enough to save him, and now his parents were left with no son and no money. And it was his entire fault. Moffie looked up, forgetting where he was. The edges of his eyes were ringed with water and he could feel a lump in his throat like he was going to cry. He shook his head, coughing slightly. “Traveling would be fun though, one day,” he tried a laugh, but it came out shaky. He still smiled, shoving down the memories of before. None of that mattered





tags, KRIS!
tunes, JERSEY, MAYDAY PARADE
words, A THOUSAND
jamming to, KIDS IN LOVE, MAYDAY PARADE
post script, I WANTED THIS TO JUST STAY AT ONE TOUSAND WORDS CAUSE ITS SO....PRETTY OF A WORD COUNT SO DEAL WITH IT:D

[KRISTOPHER ZANE ESTRELLA]

he woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes,


started making his way past two in the morning

Sometimes Kristopher wanted to be able to fly. Yes, he was one of those people who believed in superheroes and super powers and anything mythical; he was a total child. He wanted to be like superman, no actually, Spiderman. He wanted to be able to shoot strings of web from his palms and then fly across town; it would have been so cool to do something like that. Although he wouldn’t have liked to be called for every little problem, or be hated because the town didn’t believe in him and what not. He didn’t want to be the nice guy, he wouldn’t have minded being the evil guy; such fun it would have been, although not many people would have liked him if he did decide to turn into a villain, and Kristopher wouldn’t have liked it anyways. He wouldn’t have been able to handle the loneliness and always trying to act all evil; it was just completely different to how he actually was. Kris wasn’t able to handle loneliness, to him loneliness would be as if he was in some kind of asylum, loneliness...Kris shuddered at that thought, and loneliness was definitely like a disease that no one wanted. Back to the topic of Kris wanting to fly, he always thought that if he could be in this life then he could fly, couldn’t he? Kris smiled at the thought of him flying, something he had always wanted to do since he was a young kid. Even though he knew that flying wasn’t really a possibility in his life, he could still dream couldn’t he? Dreams were something that just made him feel happy.

Kris smiled as Moffie did the same. “That’s good, because I don’t think my poor heart could stand it if you did mind it.” Kristopher smiled again, he knew he was speaking a lot, and sometimes he spoke a lot to the fact that his voice was even very annoying to himself, but Kristopher couldn’t just help himself. Talking was like second nature to him, after breathing of course. Oh better make that fourth after the drinks and the drugs. “Aaa yeah I understand. Parents loved the good, old fashioned names. Very annoying. That’s why I don’t use my real name. It’s Kristopher by the way, but I hate it. Kris is so much better.” Kristopher made him sound like some old gentlemen or something and he hated it. He didn’t want to sound old, that was why he loved nicknames so much better, and it didn’t make him seem old like many names seemed to do. Kristopher laughed as Moffie squealed out. “Oh Moffie.” Kris pouted at him and then smiled huge. Kristopher laughed as Moffie cried out in outburst and then pouted. “Aww, but Moffles you look exactly like one, just so darn adorable! Moffie!” Kris squealed as Moffie splashed him and stuck his tongue out; Kris did the exact same and then tried to splash the guy before he could get away.

To Kris, Moffie wasn’t boring. He seemed a bit too innocent of somewhat, but he was fun to hang around with. He could joke around and that was a bonus point in Kristopher’s eyes. “Hey! You don’t classify into that category! You’re real fun Moffilicious, much more fun than everyone else I have met. At least you know how to joke around, and I love that about you. I know right! This place is beautiful, exactly the same as when we were alive, true it has a few differences, but they’re not that harsh.” Kristopher looked around the river and the atmosphere surrounding it, it really was beautiful just as Moffie had emphasised. It was wide, fresh, natural and clean. Kristopher liked to make new nicknames out of everybody’s name, it would just come out quickly and he would roll along with it. “Yup, with friends hundred years will go fast. Very fast, the past two year have gone by so fast, and that’s ‘cause I was always out with my friends.” Kris shrugged his eyebrows a little and then smiled again. He liked Moffie’s facial structure; there was something feminine about it but yet so dazzling and beautiful. His eyes shone brightly and to Kris it seemed like he had a lot of hope left in him, as he wouldn’t give something up, and that made Kristopher like Moffie even more. The fact that the boy was so innocent and seemed to be a real hard worker. “Aww, I like being called unique! But hey, everyone is different and special in their own way; you can’t just be a normal person, even if you think you are.” Kris raised his eyebrows and gave a small smile towards Moffie.

Kris watched Moffie’s expressions as he spoke about going out of town before once to the states. There was definitely something wrong, and Kristopher knew that by the way Moffie bit his lip and then looked down at the water. It seemed as if he was remembering something. “That’s cool, the states is a very good place. One day me and you should go on some kind of tour of the world, I’m sure we’ll have fun.” Kristopher didn’t even know if Moffie actually had listened to anything h was saying, because it seemed as if he was deep in some thought. There was something wrong and Kristopher wanted to ask him what it was, but he didn’t think Moffie would appreciate him prying, even though Moffie didn’t seem like the type of guy. The expression that Moffie had on his face, melted Kristopher’s heart; he just wanted to wrap his arms around Moffie’s frail body and then warm him up. He wanted to make Moffie laugh again and just see that smile on his face. But Kristopher kept quiet as Moffie sighed and let his hands swirl around the water. He looked at the swirls that made themselves clear on the surface of the water and then looked up at Moffie while he shook his head, clearly trying to get rid of the redness in his eyes that were visible to Kristopher. He narrowed his eyes and moved towards Moffie as he coughed and shook his head and then spoke, ending his sentence with a shaky laugh, it didn’t fool Kristopher at all. Kristopher took Moffie’s hands in his and ten pulled Moffie a bit closer. He moved his hands to Moffie’s face and held it in between his hands. “What’s the matter Moffie?” Kris ran his thumbs across Moffie’s eyes, removing the one or two stray tears that had managed to fall.

TAGGED// MOFFIE
WORD COUNT// 1104
LYRICS// ALL TIME LOW - REMEMBERING SUNDAY
NOTES// LOL I WISH I COULD HAVE KEPT MY WORD COUNT AT 1100. ><
CREDITS// ME