Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you're not a kid anymore. You beat the GAME with your friends years ago; you're eighteen now. Wait, game? You DON'T REMEMBER any game.
You've found quite the solace in CIGARETTES. You can't seem to quit.
You're still the same-old GOOF, just a little more MATURE.
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We still have to have our sleep over! Just tell Rain when and we can make some plans. Prepared to get beat in a pillowfight. Then i’ll make you miss all the Nic Cage and Liv Tyler parts in movies.
You give a small smile. This is exactly what you needed.
whaaaat? whoa, c’mon now. i’m all cool with a sleepover and stuff, but missing the nic cage and liv tyler? that’s like, missing the entirety of the movie itself! where did the quality go? whoops it’s gone cause nat fast forwarded past arwen! what happened to cameron poe? i dunno, who’s that? c’moooon.
You may have went out on a limb there, and gotten a little obtuse, but you stop minding and remember that it’s Nat, and she’s gonna be cool with you no matter what (you hope). And she’s right! A casual sleepover is long overdue for the trio, mostly due to you and your perpetual absences. However, that is an issue that will soon be solved.
Whatever though i guess.
You really don’t care about Dirk too much anymore. He doesnt want you there, so be it. You sigh and reply to him.
What about you? Whats been up? I’m too boring to talk about!
You really missed John.
You give a slight chuckle and tap out a reply.
talking to you is never boring, rain! you’ve always got a lot to say, haha.
and nothing. just… nothing. boring, boring, boring.
and i mean that literally.
there is nothing to talk about.
unless you want to fall asleep.
You’re almost one hundred percent sure that any stories you had would put her to sleep—given, if you had any.
Your name is Natalie Kippelo and you are drunk. You’re currently messaging your best friend John and are surprised to be getting a response
you try to sober up a bit to answer his question about what he missed.
Basically, i was in love with a strider and im sure he felt the same and then he said he was in love with his brother. when i came back to comfort him, he said he wasnt ready and then dated a different girl.
you groan and take another sip of your alcohol.
You roll your eyes and plop onto your back on the downy confines of your bed and let out a long, exasperated sigh. You never expected any Strider to pull a move like that. They were always so blunt. But then again, you never really know with them. They aren’t exactly the easiest to put down on paper.
uuuggghhh. that blows. i’m sorry!
You’re not entirely sure what else to say on the matter, other than the generic, wow, sucks, sorry. What else is there to even say? Maybe give her a little advice—but advice won’t help her shattered situation. There isn’t any hope left in it at all. Maybe vent a little about your own situation—but no one wants to hear that. It’s so… boring. And tedious.
You’ll tell them later anyway.
whitehotvelvet started following you
hiya! name’s john. it’s nice to meet you!
Peanut Butter Silk Cake
made from cake mix
click image for recipe
this cake is many evils rolled into one.
many, many evils.
you don’t.
naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. you are drunk as a punk! or… wait, that’s how it goes, right? or is it skunk? fuck it, it’s punk.
are you singing taylor swift??
