Listen I know she is unhinged, responsible for multiple atrocities, and a danger to herself and others. But have you ever considered that she is tiny and sad and I love her?
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Did you just come out of the oven? Because youâre hot.
I didn't, but we should get freshly baked together.
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If you were a vegetable, you would be a cute-cumber!
And you'd be a bean, cause I bean seeing you in my dreams.
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Hey, wanna save water by showering together?
Already got someone to do that with, but if you look like Pamela Anderson you're welcome to join us.
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Itâs a good thing I have my library card, because I am totally checking you out.
I've never been to a library in my life.
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Honestly you need to start smoking less.
If I take a one week smoke break every month, do you think that's enough?
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Biting her lip she nodded, wondering if it getting fresh fruit in Silver Lake just wasnât going to be in the cards for her unless she was going out to a restaurant. âI was just hoping to buy some fruit, but Iâve never been here before and shops are tricky. Kuzey can only do so much when there are those stands in the middle of an isle or things hanging off of the ends. I canât even tell if something is ripe or not if Iâm not familiar with the fruit.â With a huff she reached down and scratched behind Kuzeyâs ear. âI think we might just try again another day. Thereâs a park near here, right? Oh, sorry, and Iâm Pem. Whatâs your name?â
"Oh, I can help â if you want,â he offers, wanting to help. Heâd come in to grab a sushi set for lunch, but he still had some time to kill and wasnât exactly in a rush before his lunch hour was over. Besides, Lisa couldnât talk even if he was late. âI'm no expert on buying fruit but, yâknow, I know an apple from an orange,â he says with a grin, though realizing it might be a wasted one she wonât get to see. âIâm Tyson.âÂ
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She waits for her breath to even out, holding onto him still, a hand snaking underneath the hem of his shirt to rest on the small of his back. The momentary comfort of skin on skin actually helping with the physical stuff, the endless tears, the twitching stomach, all of it. Mentally though is a whole other story and Sasha finds herself wincing at his words. Looking at him again in disbelief she feels her bottom lip tremble in that frown. You got nothing to be sorry for, he says but she can think of several things. Like this current situation. The texts from today. Dave. Being the worldâs worst rebound. She hiccups a bitter laugh. âI put you through so much shit. Didnât mean to though. Swear I didnât.â Looking away, she swallows down another surge of tears, hold tightening around him. She meant every word, god only knows. âI thought youâd turn back and leave. Just now. That Iâd never â â She doesnât dare finish that sentence.
While he processed all of this holding onto her, he thought about his own life. Childhood hadnât been a cakewalk but from thirteen onwards, it had been particularly rough. The things he had witnessed in those years, sleeping in underpasses, stealing from the local liquor store just to pawn it off again for food, to meeting Dom, and the things they went on to get caught up in together, all the fights, scrapes, the dead body that haunted him some nights...it was a lot, and if he wasnât so clueless mental health issues, would understand that there was trauma on trauma accumulated in those life experiences. And yet, somehow, this feels like one of the hardest things heâd had to face. Because at least with his own life, heâd always had choices â the choice to fight or to flee, run or run down. Here, he feels like he hasnât been given any choices â just a situation thatâs shittier than shitty. He pulls away from the embrace for space, though they stay connected, her hand inside his shirt. He looks down, nods at her words, like heâs at a funeral paying his respects.Â
But he doesnât know what to say back. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, heâs really stuck here. âItâs my fault too,â he nods, still looking down some space between them. ââCause I started thinking, and hoping. And making plans.â He doesnât mean to make her feel bad, worse than she already does, sometimes he says things out of spite but this isnât one of those situations. He was just stating the facts here. âGonna drop all that now, though.â No plans, hopes, ideas or expectations. Just whatever next date she had open on her calendar for him, and wished to see him. Just those days, dotted around all the rest, until he up and left Silverlake, he supposed. And that would be the end of that, the nameless thing over before it began. The next is mumbled, in quick succession, the words nearly tripping over each other. âNot my place to tell you how to live your life.â So he was going to do what he always told others to do with his, and butt out.Â
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âEven more cinnamon twists, and make my Baja Blast one of the slushy ones?â It felt like home again. Cheap crappy food, good company, the hum of faulty wiring that one day would surely cause a problems sooner rather then later. With all the bad that had happened there, and the dilapidated apartments, Oasis really was home and it felt good to be back. While Tyson continued the order, the silence weighed on her conscience. She wasnât going to like asking it, she never did like asking for help, but there wasnât exactly any way she was going to be able to sleep in her car with all the boxes in it. Not to mention the questions it was going to dredge up. âI got a favor to askâŠâ
âSlushy...â Tyson said aloud absentmindedly as he made the changes to their order, upgraded the nachos box to a party pack too because he thought it might not be enough. This particular strain had a hold on him whenever it came to crazy munchies and that was gonna kick in at any point soon. âDone,â he said triumphantly once he hit send through to the order, and slid his phone on to the table, stretching his arms out wide and letting out a yawn. âSure. Whatâs up?âÂ
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Are you a parking ticket? Cause you've got fine written all over you!
Used that one before. Not my finest moment.
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You and I are like nachos with jalapeños. I'm super cheesy, you're super hot, and we belong together.
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Is your name Pop because you're so-da-licious!
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Are you a haunted house? Because Iâm going to scream when Iâm in you. (bpl) hahahahaha!
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honestly + mushrooms are the work of the devil and should stay in the ground
You talkin' bout the food or drug? 'Cause the food is the work of the devil, but the drug I can fuck with.Â
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SEND MY MUSE SOME BAD PICK-UP LINES!. [1|3]
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SEND âHONESTLY,â AND SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TELL MY MUSE TO SEE THEIR REACTION. [2|3]
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ronnie: bro wtf can we do with $400???
ronnie: strip club đ
ty: nah fuck a strip club
ty: i was thinkin like
ty: we buy a bunch of parts
ty: to build a hoverboard
ty: a legit one like in back to the future
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