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Wednesday 2nd September - 7:27 AM β Booth Lane β Outfit
β» Mood: Bitter - Agitated - Saddened
β» Listening To: Holding On To You - Twenty Γne PilΓΈts
β» With: Jamie
β» Dialogue Colour: #BD3C3C
"I missed you too Jamie, like absolute hell- I had no one to rap twenty one pilots with or rant too, it was pretty fucking lonely if I'm honest, please stick around- don't keep hiding from me, I know someone's fucking you over and you're right- it is fucked up but we can pull through it, one way or another...we always find something to do, a way out- that's why we've never been expelled yet, escape routes- it's what we've always done Jamie," She reminded her voice slightly weak and broken as she peered over at Jamie besides her, even if they were both broken and miserable- there was so much reassurance in just hearing his voice and talking to him. He was her best friend, she'd die for him- any day over anything and she really would, so not having him around for the best part of two months tore her apart especially with all the complications driving her crazy inside her own head. She found herself thinking about her relationship, her boyfriend and it didn't fill her heart with any warmth or joy, in fact it added to her bitterness and sour upset. "I need to leave that guy," She muttered to herself, not really meaning to speak out loud and completely oblivious to the fact she had.
She turned her eyes to Jamie once again and offered him a hand to his feet as she stood up. "I'm not going to make you tell me everything but I'm not going to let you walk out on me again- I don't care if it's a god damn mafia, I'll take them down before they get a finger on you or me. So, since you're sticking around, play a song with me?" She asked gesturing to the abandoned piano with one long pale arm. She was trying to put a positive spin on things because she could see through Jamie enough to know he wouldn't tell her much more about the situation and she wasn't the kind of person who would make him, so she turned things around, flipped the coin, changed the sails- she moved on and left the door open so he could follow and move on from the subject too.