Aria grinned, shaking her head. “Ned Flanders is too good for him, that dude at least managed to keep it in there long enough to procreate. I don’t think Augustus has it in him, or maybe it’s just his suppressed homosexuality that’s lead him to Adrian, what with her having a chest akin to that of a pre pubescent man child.” She took anouther drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly. “I’d bang sideshow bob, at least he has a personality.”

Pearl’s eyebrows knitted together as she listened to Aria, only softening once she broke into a fit of wild laughter. “Incredible,” she cooed. “Bradley said riding Gus was like riding Ned Flanders. You can do better, Ari’. Go for Sideshow Bob.“

@badlymilligan: @singmeanAria @pearlw who?? biting adrian's ankle triggered my inner cannibal, there's no telling who i'll snack on next

@pearlw: @singmeanaria @badlymilligan we're always looking for fresh ankles to nibble on. love a bit of tainted meat

@singmeanAria: @badlymilligan @pearlw Excellent. I don't know her name but she's the epitome of a my chemical romance song who things being suicidal is more romantic than the fucking notebook.

@singmeanAria: I have someone new for the radar. Someone new for Bradley to gnaw on. Or maybe i'll take a turn. @badlymilligan @pearlw

“Well then why don’t you do us all a favor and go and join him.” She said with a pleasant smile. “If you ever need any help then i’m more than happy to assist, I have a plethora of ideas of how we could do it and they would all be more than enjoyable for me.” She put her head on one side as the girl put her shoes on her lap and smeared dog crap on Aria’s leg she felt anger rise in her, but didn’t let it appear on her face. Instead she just gave a tiny sigh, one that you might give if you were a little overtired, and nodded her head. “Alright, you win I guess. I’ll leave you alone.” She pushed the girls shoes off her lap and stood up, going over and picking up her phone, checking for damage and when she saw there was only a small chip in the side she slid it into her pocket. She looked over at the lanky girl before making her way back to stand in front of her. “You just got here, and that’s fine. Everyone has to be new at some point, but I suggest you pick who you fuck off carefully. Because it will come back and bite you in the ass. Or the ankle. Or maybe even the face.” Her voice was pleasant, but seconds later she raised her fist and drove it into the girls face, making sure her rather large ring was in the center of the action. With that, she turned on her heel and walked away swiftly before there could be any retaliation, shaking her hand slightly as pain radiated through it. Fuck that girl had a hard face. 

The girls demeanor was something else. It made her laugh. Running her fingers through her hair she shrugged. “I hope I do one day as well. My dad Satan has a seat waiting for me I’m sure.” She casually spoke back not trace of joking in her voice. Truthfully she didn’t care what happened to her, she had already done something unforgivable and deserved any and everything she got from the universe. “Sounds like a plan to me…allow me to make myself comfortable.” With that, she swung her lanky legs around and thumped her scuffed converses onto her lap. “I stepped in dog shit earlier…I hope you don’t mind the smell.” She casually drug the bottom of her shoe against the others leg, letting whatever remained of the dog shit smear on her. 

Text || Wolfgang

Wolfgang: Aria...Are you alright?

Wolfgang:Do i need to call someone for you?

Aria: comn find me plaese

Text || Wolfgang

Wolfgang:Only in the creepy parts of town.

Wolfgang:Saving? From what?

Aria: MYSELF

Aria: i niss you

@SingmeanAria: I miss one fucking party and I miss all this shit? We all know why the ankle was hairless...

@singmeanAria: She lent Gus the hair for his ever growing brow. #relationshipgoals

As the girl chucked the phone across the room Aria turned to her in a very deliberate manner, her face set in a harsh expression. It was like she was made of stone. “Here is the thing sweet cheeks, first of all I don’t give a fuck about your self confessed suicidal longings, in fact i’m hoping you act on them. Second of all, I couldn’t care less about what kind of vibes i’m sending out to you, vibes are for Woodstock my hippie friend. And finally, since you decided the best move was to throw my phone across the room, i’m going to sit here as long as you do. Hopefully ruining whatever vibes you have left until you’re plunged into your regular programming of self loathing and never ending pessimism. Capisce?”

Had this been any other day when she wasn’t high, she would have shrugged it off. This girl was interrupting her good vibes with her negative energy. Click. Click. Click. the sound of the tapping was amplified in her drugged up state. Reaching over she plucked the blondes phone and tossed it across the room hoping it broke. “Figure it out…Don’t need your bad vibes. Plus, I don’t think you want my suicidal vibes to creep onto you…do you?” She lazily waved her hand. “Shoo.”

“I felt like causing you as much discomfort as humanly possible for you without having to actually talk to you. You ruined it though.” Aria said without looking up from her phone at the girl, still tapping on it, her acrylic nails making the clicking sound amplified. “There are no other free seats you self loathing emo.” 

Dazed. Audrey was dazed. She finally felt that familiar high wash over her. The sweet satisfaction of not knowing which was was up or down was all she wanted in that moment. That and the melodic sounds of Arctic Monkeys as the song Do I Wanna Know played. Her self induced high was interrupted when she felt the seat she already occupied dip. Pulling an earphone out she let her head fall to the side looking at the other. “Of all the seats…why this one?” She sighed softly. 

“You ask like you think I give a fucking shit.” Aria muttered, taking a drag on her cigarette as she sat next to the blonde on the bench, her legs crossed and her face lacking any enthusiasm for both the day and life. “Maybe they’ll get back together for a suicide pacts, that’s the only reason i’d bother tuning in. Then again, one of their concerts is basically the same thing.”

“Do you think the Jonas Brothers will ever get back together?” Pearl’s voice was devoid of enthusiasm as she wedged a compass into the wood of the quad bench, finishing off the polished letter ‘F’ before she could start carving out the following ‘U’. 

Text || Wolfgang

Wolfgang:I appreciate the offer but after the shit Ronan and i got into the other night, i think i need to stay sober a bit.

Wolfgang:I think i can talk to ghosts when drunk now, though.

Aria: there are gohasts? SHIT~!

Aria: I neesd saving

Text || Wolfgang

Wolfgang: I googled what a Firnk was because i'm not too clued in on today's lingo and it came up with no results.

Wolfgang:Then i realized what you meant.

Wolfgang:How many 'Firnks' have you had thus far?

Aria: i font thinks that maney...cone join me cqt!!!!!!!!!

Text || Maddy

Maddie: so you want to lazily lay on your ass and eat until you get fat.

Maddie: you can do that without me.

Aria: Who said I wanted to eat anything other than fucking celery sticks asshole.

Text || Wolfgang

Aria: di uu wanna come out for a firnk?

Text || Maddy

Aria: I want to watch movies and eat.

“Well, if at first you don’t succeed try try and try again, no?” She said with a smile, licking her bottom lip slightly as an automatic reaction to her wink. What was it about this boy?! “Economics? Wow, that’s actually a real major. You could get a real grown up job with that and everything. However, you can’t say things like that and not expect the follow up question of, what is it you really wanted to do?” She eyed him, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him, her eyes drifting behind to a couple of people walking behind them. A boy stopped and picked up the coffee cup that had missed the bin, and Aria automatically rolled her eyes. What a cliche. Then again, who was she to talk. Dragging her eyes back to the blonde she gave him a small smile, laughing lightly. “Well, I bet if you took a guess you could get it right first time. I’m studying fashion. Because i’m a walking cliche of myself.” Sometimes Aria wished she’d picked something else, but the family business was something she was destined to go into, take over her mothers fashion house and run it for her. “I’m planning on taking over my mothers line.”

Wolfgang picked up her nearly empty cup and aimed for the trashcan, it shot straight in. He winked at her before turning his body back to face hers.“You’re right. I find i often fuck things up the first time.” Brushing a stray hair from his eyes he tucked it behind his ear. His hair was getting too long for his liking but he was just too lazy to get it cut at the moment. He placed his hands on the table and looked at them, admiring the creases and lines.“I’m here for Economics. Dunno why. I guess because i’d get a better job doing that than i would doing what i want to do. What about you?” He looked up at her, curious to learn more about her. He was suddenly very glad he took the chance to talk with her, he was very happy with the outcome.

✉️ wicked witch

Pearl: beautiful

Pearl: he gives me such a wetty

Pearl: wow i'm literally never eating a meat feast pizza ever again. not that i'd eat one anyway they're fucking gross

Aria: Doesn't he just, I looked at the photo and creamed myself.

Aria: Couldn't help it, it was involuntary.

Aria: Yeah well you should try having to have fucking looking at it, i'm surprised little miss uppity could stand looking at it for so many years and still fuck him now without Vietnam flashbacks.