༘˚⋆𐙚 Sometimes love is not enough, and the road gets tough, I don't know why.⋆𖦹.✧˚
𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 where two souls from vastly different universes collide, Adrian finds herself entangled in a connection that no one else seems to understand. Bo...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ..! ⊹₊⟡⋆
. ݁₊ ⊹ (The Bascketball Diaries) .. #
"because you and i we were born to live"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Jim and Mickey slipped into the dimly lit bar, the faint hum of a jukebox blending with the murmurs of tired patrons nursing their drinks. They had barely shaken the cops off their trail after the ice cream shop fiasco, and Jim’s frustration simmered beneath the surface. Mickey, grinning as if nothing had happened, dug around his pockets and tossed a few quarters and crumpled bills onto the counter.
Jim lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly, his mind flashing back to Pedro’s desperate shout. He still couldn’t believe they’d left Pedro behind, but Mickey had insisted there was no time, no choice. Jim wanted to blame him, but something held him back. Mickey had a way of acting on impulse, but his reasoning had felt infuriatingly sound: Pedro would have gotten them all caught if they’d waited.
"That’s it, man,” Mickey sighed, plopping onto a stool. “Gotta keep the money under the pillow." He seemed to be joking, but there was a jitter in his voice that made Jim wonder if he was rattled too.
Jim didn’t respond, staring down at his hands, still shaking from the adrenaline. Mickey noticed, nudging him. “Look, Jim, I know you’re pissed about Pedro. But I couldn’t do nothin’, man. He was slowing us down.”
Jim clenched his jaw, biting back the urge to snap at Mickey. He knew they couldn’t stay mad at each other, not if they were going to get through tonight. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the bartender strolled over, dropping coasters in front of them with a raised eyebrow.
“What happened to you two?” he asked with a chuckle. “Your moms kick your asses?”
Mickey rolled his eyes, muttering, “Yeah, real funny. Couple of cokes, will ya?”
Jim took another drag, his eyes catching a flicker of movement on the TV in the corner. He squinted, drawn to the screen—and then froze. His heart lurched as he saw familiar faces, ones he hadn’t expected to see on this side of town. It was a highlight reel, a promotional clip for the All-American high school basketball game, featuring none other than Neutron with a set of new team mates from from Reddington.
