matthew.

open

    “ oh, come on, that’s not even half the fun! “

   ‘ yeah, but it’s .. kinda safer, too. ‘

connie.

    connie was quiet, slowly trying to calm her breathing. her hands
    still shook like a damn earthquake and one went to lay upon one
    side of her face. her features felt warm, slowly heating up with 
    anxiety. she was actually going to look at him; there was only a
    little bit of red residue left. 

    upon finally turning around, the shaking seemed to increase. her
    hair still pasted itself over he face and she shied away almost. she
    was getting ready to be scolded, to be seen as a monster and lose
    yet another person she had lost. 

    but it was just paint, and if it was just paint and he wanted her to look
    at him, then it was just paint. “ please, sam. “ connie didn’t know why
    she had said that, but the anxiety was twisted at her insides, making 
    everything hurt and feel uneasy. throat became dry and so did tongue;
    she was scared….again.

      regret lingers in his psyche, clawing at him while wondering why
      did you do this to her? he knows what connie has gone through
      ( not entirely, beyond his awareness ) & feels as if he’s centered
      in the wrong for disregarding it. disregarding her needs for
      SOLACE. just over something that sam assumed was blood? 

       even if doubt played like an adamant opponent in a western
       stand-off, waiting to draw out his gun & shoot, his SENSIBILITIES
       kicked in, & decided to turn its back away from it. 

       he just doesn’t like seeing her this way, so shaken & on the
       verge of shattering. 

       a hand gently reaches out to tuck back the strands of her hair,
       exposing more of the remaining stains on her face. it’s not as
       red as before, but it seems a hint darker than the usual red
       paint he’s seen. he looks at it for a while, fingers grazing lightly
       on her cheek, before withdrawing. “i’m sorry,” he apologizes
       again, frowning at the fear he deciphers within her eyes, “i
       believe you. i just got worried..”

snapiisms.

( pygrny )

“Holy shit.” Ginger sent him a judgmental glare. 

“You’re practically a midget. You sure you’re supposed to be in high school?”

      he almost thinks he did something wrong, unknowingly,
      by the way she reacted. but, it turns out that’s a false-alarm
      set off by his height. ‘ YEAH, i am. i’m a freshman. ‘

connie.

    “ SAM!! “ she had shouted, but had then silenced herself. 
    yelling at him would hurt herself and obviously won’t fix
    anything. though, his the constant questions that were
    being thrown at her were making her even more nervous.
    now with just a little bit of red residue on her face, she 
    remained lingering over the sink trying to grab her own
    thoughts, shaky hands holding her up.

    “ sam, sometimes children don’t have a really good aim. 
    maybe he intended it to be my whole body, but he only
    caught this part of my face. “ she still didn’t look at him
    and remained hiding behind her hair. 

     he doesn’t realize just how close he is to the line separating
     what’s okay & what’s not, or how his foot is just a step away
     from unhinging the normalcy connie tethered herself to. she
     looks so different now: the shakiness, the lack of wanting to
     make eye-contact, even with the curtain of hair she hides
     herself behind.

     maybe he did go overboard. he’s just worried. & with
     connie’s attempt to paint an answer, it looked more
     forged than anything.

      he walks closer, though not close enough to make her
      uneasier than she already was. “if it’s just paint, then
      why won’t you look at me? i want to see,” but she won’t
      allow him.

greasepaiiint.

_pygrny ;; 

_{‘        You look sad…you..you want a} hug _{or something? ‘} 

   ‘ nah, i’m fine. you don’t have to– ‘ he thinks he’ll be okay;
    as much as he would like a hug, he wouldn’t want to force
    her. ‘ it’s just .. i dunno, some of the people at school, you
    know? ‘

lauxras:

+ pygrny.

                     ‘ are you going to homecoming?? i was nominated for queen, so, mark down your vote for me if you haven’t yet. ’

   ‘ actually, i’m not sure i’m going. ‘ nor is he too sure
    he’d VOTE for any homecoming king or queen at all,
    but that part’s left unsaid.

courtney.

❝yeah, you’re welcome!
martin is one of the best.❞

❝same shit, different day, man.❞
she tries to seem edgy and cool, but
can’t help but to laugh and smile as she says it.

 ‘  him & bill murray.

       & yeah, same here. ‘ he replies, finding her laughter to
        be contagious since he laughs as well. ‘ hey, do you
        wanna hang out with me, bill, & neal, later? we’re
        gonna be testing out rockets we made. ‘

elle.

Hearing her name puts a smile on her face, turning around to face whoever it was. While popularity wasn’t exactly new to her, it always gave her a thrill to hear her name called out in the hallways.
“Hi! I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve ever caught your name.”

   ‘ o-oh, my name’s sam, ‘ he does his best, displaying a friendly
    ( albeit awkward ) smile. despite there existing a large gap
     between the popular, more-liked kids & the geeks from a
     distance, up close it’s not so bad. 

   ‘ um, i have a question.. if it’s okay to ask..

       do you know neal schweiber? ‘

wrathfulshot.

╳┊ pygrny

    ‘ kid, ya lost or something?? ‘

   ‘ uh, sorta. do you know
     where the gas station is? ‘

lucy.

“WELL let me TELL you
something, SAMMY. ”

she hisses, taking complete
charge of the conversation.
(as if she didn’t already have
it) 

“ if you…CAN’T get him, i
 promise you… ”

a sweet smile spreads across
her lips, and she places her
hand gently on his shoulder.
her next line doesn’t match the
look on her face, which is what
makes it all the more threatening. 

“ …i’ll make your life a LIVING
HELL.”

      the instant flip of the emotion-switch left a lasting impression
      on sam. he’s suddenly getting ambushed by a meanness in
      lucy he didn’t EXPECT to exist in her. the smile, right now &
      then on, is off-putting for him. 

     “i-i’ll get him; i’ll try to convince jeremy.”

      his back is already against the lockers, a minor hope brewing
      in the pits of his stomach that her unnerving stare would go away.