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text // @max

max: what

max: where r u

max: and listen im glad ur ok but i want u 2 kno that 2x is more than any1 else has ever set their microwave on fire

naomi: i think its my battery? a car has a battery right

naomi: im 2 streets away from my Crib. you kno that 1 street that has only one working lamp post? im on that one

naomi: maple

naomi: i just need a jump

naomi: :/// i rlly doubt that maxwell

naomi: microwaves kind of just burst into flames

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thirdisla​: 

“yeah, i just decided we’re definitely gonna watch it. i love watching people get steaks thrown at their faces,” she grinned. “okay, though– if you learn the dance then obviously we need to do a cover,” she continued, clapping her hands together in excitement. “oh my god, i’m already seeing it in my mind, and it’s iconic. bitch. i’m texting miles right now,” she said, stealing a smidgen of cotton candy as she pulled out her phone and began typing madly. “i feel like he already owns a vote for pedro shirt. it’s fucking destiny.”

Naomi’s eyes widened in the excitement at the thought of a cover, her mind already buzzing with ideas of an arrangement. “Oh my god, same, it’s gonna be amazing,” she agreed, already wishing her shift was over so she could work on it. “”Text him, text him,” she chanted, her fist bumping on her knee with each syllable. She chuckled at Isla’s comment, nodding her head. “I feel he definitely owns one. Looking all adorable in it and shit… Oh! We should also look up other songs in Napoleon Dynamite, because we could, like…. try to do a medley that ends with Canned Heat and me dancing with my violin.”

#isla

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text // @max

max: ???

max: how tf do u even come up w this shit naomi

max: yeah i'm free

max: y u ok

max: dont fuckin tell me u set ur microwave on fire again

naomi: ur bewitching face and kind soul keep me Inspired for all compliments

naomi:

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text // @max

naomi: maximus

naomi: my king

naomi: my sweet angel boi

naomi: my light in the darkness of this world

naomi: are u free rn ??

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Naomi lifted her head up at the sound of Blue’s voice, taking another swig from the bottle. A few drops of alcohol dribbled down the corner of her mouth, the girl haphazardly wiping it up with the sleeve of her sweater. “I don’t know, my dude,” she replied, the bottle nearly slipping from her hand as she handed it over to her friend. “I mean, we could go out to the bar or something, if you want.” She crawled up from her spot on the floor to the couch, brow furrowing as she attempted to think of other things the pair could do in her slightly inebriated state. “Oh!” Her eyes lit up, flailing her arms out, accidentally smacking Blue on the arm. “We could go a town over! I know there’s like a really cool bar and it’s like…. wait. Pretty sure it’s a gay bar, but it’d still be fun.”

     ── “this sucks.” blue decided, half-sprawled on the couch in staged dramaticism, already well on the way to tipsy and wearing this proudly in his posture. the bottle he’d passed to naomi had gotten light over the past while, and his short-lived attention was already searching for something new to fixate on, disappointed by the plainness of his apartment. while dingle’s night life could leave something to be desired, at least against his own standards of excitement, it could certainly do better than this, hanging around just the pair of them in the plain living room. blue twisted from where he’d laid, shifting to better see her response, his hands only halfheartedly following his words before gesturing for the drink to be returned. “come on, why are we just sitting here ?”

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#we love whiny boys #blue

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thirdisla​: 

isla’s eyes lit up at the endearing ‘brilliant queen’ coming from the other, bashfully flipping her hair over her shoulder. “oh my god, stop. you have to learn it while you’re playing the violin, though. i feel like you could def rock the outfit.” she paused at the other’s suggestion, tilting her head to the side. “don’t freak out, but you know i’ve never seen it at all?” she admitted. “i had a jamiroquai phase and found that one scene on youtube. that’s literally the only reason i know about it.”

Naomi nodded eagerly as Isla spoke, ripping off another piece of her cotton candy candy and sticking it on her tongue. “You know, I feel like I could, too. I wonder where I find those sick ass moon boots?” She leaned forward at her friend’s confession, green eyes wide. “Really? Then, we’ll definitely have to watch it together. All I really remember from it is the dance scene and some dude throwing a steak at another person’s face. And, I totally get it. Canned Heat is a whole ass Bop.”

#isla

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dottiesxdreams​: 

“Ding ding ding!” Dottie clapped her hands together, the grin remaining plastered on her face. “Jimmy Fallon––– he just makes you feel nice, doesn’t he?” the blonde leaned against the sink (although she regretted pressing into the wet surface immediately) and let out a sigh. “Just something about him, it’s like I can’t not laugh.”

Naomi pumped a fist as she guessed right. “Oh, I totally get it. He’s, like… America’s Sweetheart, you know? When he laughs, the whole world laughs with him.” She let out a light laugh, taking a moment as she finally realized that the two were, in fact, casually talking in the bathroom. “You wanna grab a milkshake with me? I’m pretty sure mine got tossed from how long I was in here.”

#dottie

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shuifong​: 

“The only time we’re using the term ‘birthday’ in any kind of positive light is when I’m using it to guilt you into coming with me,” he murmurs, his head leaning forward to rest atop hers as he studies the flyer upside down. “Besides, you can’t pay for what’s already been paid for. Transaction’s been done, Bertrude, too little, too paid.”

He reaches up to flick at her nose and his head lifts off of hers, a soft hum at his lips as he considers her question. “Hand-in-hand situation, there, Fishica. Can’t have the whiny nineties dump rock without bright lights trying to make the lyrics sound cooler than they actually are, can’t have the too loud lights without someone’s redneck grandpa preaching about Satan. Catchin’ me?”

Naomi purses her lips at the fact that Peter already paid, mindlessly trying to swat him, but gravely miscalculates and smacks herself on the cheek. Ow. “Fine. But, you really shouldn’t be paying for the hotel,. Let me pay for that at least, man.”

She nods her head as Peter talks, her gaze lifting from the flyer to the birthday boy. “Yeah, I’m catchin’ your drift, gramps. Can I be straight up, Paula Abdul style, with you?” She leans forward slightly, brow arching up. “I’ve never heard a single song by this band. Will this affect my viewing experience?”

#peter

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#jams

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thirdisla​: 

before naomi could even finish the word ‘beautiful’, isla was chanting “hit the shoot, hit the shoot” as her fists banged down on the counter. simply imagining naomi attempting to play her violin and hit the shoot at the same time was the funniest thing she’d ever not seen. “if you do the cupid shuffle i’m quitting,” she said, throwing out a shrug. “bad memories are associated with that song. don’t ask.” she twirled her straw around in her drink, creating an obnoxious squeak as it slid up against the plastic lid. “maybe you should learn the napoleon dynamite dance.”

Naomi let out a light laugh as Isla chanted, mimicking the shoot as best as she could from her spot, one fist bumping to an imaginary beat. “Okay, so no cupid shuffle, got it, boo,” she said with a nod, her eyes widening at her friend’s suggestion. “You brilliant queen. I should learn that.”She paused for a moment, stretching one of her legs on the counter, holding out her cotton candy for Isla to snag a piece. “That could definitely work…. You, me, and our dear sweet Miles should watch Napoleon Dynamite together soon. You know I’ve only seen it once?”

#isla

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Naomi glances from the paper to Peter, letting out a light laugh. “You know if this, like, for your birthday, I should be the one paying for your ticket, right?” She asks, arching a brow as she grabs the flyer and inspects it harder. “Which, of course I will, man. Didn’t know you were such a Widespread Panic fan. Or, is it the light show that you’re such a huge fan of?”

“Look, the Southworth Planetarium is shutting down for good this weekend and it’d be the last time we’d ever get to go,” Peter reasons, sliding the flier forward. Emblazoned across the top was the date for the final laser light show, featuring the music of Widespread Panic. A note that Peter jabs at repeatedly with his finger, his eyes alighting ever so slightly with his excitement.

“I’ll pay for your ticket and everything. I’ll even book you your own room at, like.. I don’t know, the Hilton or something. Whatever. Don’t make me pull the birthday card.”

#peter

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”You know how queen Lizzo does that flute and shoot thing, right?” Naomi asks, perched on the counter of the prize booth at the arcade. “What if I were to do something like that, but with, like, my violin and a different dance? Because, I’m pretty sure I can’t hit the shoot while playing.” She sighs, grabbing the open bag of cotton candy from between her legs and pulling off a bit. “Maybe I could do the cupid shuffle,” Naomi says in a sudden stroke of genius, popping the pink candy in her mouth. “But, I’d have to learn how to do that. So maybe something else... You got any ideas for me, beautiful?”

#isla

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dottiesxdreams​ 

Dottie was relieved that the person who startled her from her monologue was none other than Naomi. Finally–– a friendly face. But that didn’t stop the crimson color from creeping up onto her cheeks, and certainly didn’t stop her hands from quickly covering the rosiness in her face. “Aaaa, you caught me!” she began, squeezing her eyes shut out of pure embarrassment. After a moment of theatrics (which were all performed while biting back a little grin), she peeked between her slender fingers and spoke up in a peep of a voice, “take a wild guess.”

Naomi let out a soft laugh at Dottie’s embarrassment, head tilting to the side. “That I did. But, don’t worry, I swear it was, like…. totally cute. Promise,” she said with a wide smile, glancing into the mirror at fluffing up her hair for a moment. “Wild guess?” She arched a brow, looking at the blonde from the mirror. Brown eyes glanced up in feign thought, her slender finger tapping against her chin. “Jimmy Fallon? Or, like… some cool ass dude who exclusively interviews rock groups. Those are my two guesses.”

#dottie

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#muse

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Naomi tugged her ear buds out, smiling from ear to ear as she looked down to her phone screen - NEW HIGH SCORE. However, her smile dimmed when she noticed just how long she locked herself in the bathroom stall to play her little rhythm game - thirty minutes. That meant her half-eaten patty melt and sweet potato fries were probably thrown out and doomed for Clark to munch on in the back, the employees thinking she must have left. Or worse - they were thinking she was actually using the bathroom for that long. She scrunched up her nose and the thought and put her phone away, ears perking up when hearing a familiar voice talking to themselves. Naomi sat up from the toilet, knees cracking as she walked out, a sly grin on her lips as she saw Dottie standing in front of the mirror. “Oh, my sweet, sweet Dot,” she said playfully, shuffling over to the blonde and leaning against the sink. “I gotta ask you one question - who’s the lucky bastard interviewing you?”

“I mean, of course it was a difficult decision at first but…” Dottie stood before the mirror in the bathroom of Rosie’s Diner, hairbrush in hand as if it were a microphone. She was having yet another talkshow daydream. She’d been having quite a few of them, which was fitting considering how unreal it felt to finally be in a band whose sound she felt truly embodied her favorite kind of music. They were loud, they were fun, they were unapologetically them––– Dottie found herself pinching her own arm on multiple occasions. “…Y’know, sometimes you have to do what’s best for you. Besides, Gone Girls is much more my speed.”

#dottie

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10, 9, 8...

#undrgrndtask #jams