anxiety

C26: Little Do You Know

some dyke fluff 4 u :3 maybe ...
>>dylann
"yeah. I know. I was the girl you stared at. the girl who didn't see the wrongs from rights." I said staring at Luke's face. (his left side, of the face)

"oh, I'm...I'm sorry." he whispered looking at me. he had paused to grasp his words.

"sorry won't cut it, I developed a love for her the nine months you were away. and...she thought your roommate was her father. she realized she didn't look like me or Logan, so she asked what was up." I hissed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.. that bad." he looked down into his mug.

"MOMMY!" lyric screeched. the intense silence, was terrible. I am thanking her inside my head.

"yes, baby girl?" I called as I jogged to her. she sat in front of the TV, with a canvas I bought for her. the white bed sheet, covering in a lot of stains. most, were my fault or mother natures fault...maybe lyrics candy stains/food stains. she had written on it in my deep purple lipstick, it was a weirdly shaped heart.

"what draw?" she asked. she looked at me with confusion and sadness. a depression made her flaws disappear.

"hmm...what if I trace, then you can color it any color? how does that sound, baby?" I whispered to her as she crawled into my lap. she nodded, and handed me the paint brush. I took it and set it in the mason jar. I took the drawing pencil from the vintage milk bottle. I traced the birds, a cherry blossom tree, flowers, a girl standing with a boy. I hoped she knew she could paint the background, birds and flowers. I did give her quite a challenge. it was good for her mind, and kept her busy for me.

while she readied her paints, small containers, I saw my Gay Is Okay sign with a cartoon version of all my favourite gay youtubers (mostly all of 'em.). it was my favorite painting, I wasn't going to show in the art wall area. just my art room. i took my Don't Trust The Beauties In Life. the words were in the the moon, the stars in metallic sharpie. I took my hanging supplies and put it up next to the picture Luke oggled.

his eyes flowed over to that painting, his eyebrows touched one another. "why does that painting...say that?" he asked pointing.

"because...it just means all the beautiful, un-flawless people aren't who they say they are." I whispered.

"oh, I didn't think of it that way." he whispered. he tilted his head to study the pictures around that one. most of them were ones of me an lyric. but one stood out.

it was the one from three years, nine months, and eight days. Luke and I's ziplining extravaganza. it was high up, knowing people would not look up that high. Luke pointed.

"you didn't get rid of it..." he mumbled.

"yeah...a picture of one of our happiest moments... but you forgot me on Freemont. street." I glared at him by the ending.

"well, I left you by some stupid eighties stores of Vegas!" he snapped.

"yeah? I know that world like the back of my hand, sweetie." if you haven't learned, if I'm in an firery argument with someone, and I knew I was right I would say sweetie. whenever I said sweetie, it was in a sassy tone.

"oh wow! you brought up the sweetie. yeah, sure you know your big city pretty well. and I don't. how about that? I screwed up big time. okay? I admit it all. I did stupid things. I did something stupid to you. I look at Lyric, and I see you. your innocent smile, eyes, and dimples. how can I not fall in love with you all over again?" he rambled.

I dropped the hammer and nails. Lyric stood behind Luke. her eyes were filled with sadness, and tears.

"m-mommy? is real dads?" she pointed to Luke. Luke turned around to meet her sad face.

"baby girl, your daddy wasn't nice to mommy when you were baking. he wasn't nice. he lied to mommy.. you know what lying does?" I whispered. I felt tears poke my eyes to let them fall.

"yeahssess! bad things! bad people! bad world." she cried. "b-but dad-daddy is- is kind to mommy!" she had pointed out one flaw in the moment.

"but baby, he is being loving to me." I explained.

"why you no marry!?" she screamed.

"Lyric, I wish. I truly do, but mommy and I dot exactly get along in a way. Lee, baby, I love mommy but I made a mistake years ago. a mistake I should've asked before I made." Luke explained kneeling down to her level.

"b-but...mama..." she whispered.

"mommy used to love daddy, but daddy did something he couldn't...delete from his life. why do you think mommy has so many...talents? because daddy made me realize I couldn't do anything by staying one person. so I died my hair, got tattoos, and peircing, took up art classes, learned to swallow swords, and can do contortion." I didn't know what I was saying.

"daddy love mommy?"

"very much, Lyric. you are the reason why." Luke whispered.

OKAY LETS Talk/ RANT
SHOULD I DO ANOTHER BOOK?
title; schizophrenic 三 book two of anxiety
summary: Lyric is still friends with Bunny Man, but she has developed Schizophrenia. she always sits in her backyard, having mini tea parties. with the imaginary-permanent-friends, at the fourteen year olds tea parties. Luke worries for the under estimated teen, as for his disappeared wife, she can't exactly say. his wife wound up in the insane asylum, because...of things.

title: Dollhouse
(idk which one)
•go back to being plastic, boys.
•strange toys means strange stories
•new barbies is the best popularity on the playground
(OR ANYTHING U CAN THINK OF ((I'll give u total creds like the cover maker)))
- (actual summary XD)
Luke is the total Ken replacement. Ashton is the new Harry Styles Barbie replacement.
Michael is the new pink doodle boy. Calum is the knew Boy Version of Barbie-Dog caretaker.

or hybrid stories... still thinking

DO U REMEMBER MY BEARDIE, SLIM SHADY? yes u do... last chap... WHAT AB MY KITTY BOOTS?!? Idk maybe? lol.
SO LIKE BOOTS SITS ON THE EMPTY PART OF MY DRESSER WATCHING Shady . LIKE OK THATS WEIRD HES OKAY WHEN I HODL THE DINOSAUR DECENDANT BUT IF HES IN HIS CAGE LIKE "it's not stalking, it's admiring from afar"

SPEAKING OF STALKKNG

MY SOSTER HAD A STALKER WHEN SHE WORKED AT TARGET (kid u not Target she worked with a RAPHEALLE ((HER BFFFFFFF) )
SO HES LIKE OLD AN BLACK ((no racism sorry if done I'm sleepy)) IN HIS FIFTIES AND MY SISTER HELP HIS BLID COUSIN AND HE WAS THERE.

so LIKE ONE DAY HE SAW HER AND WAS LIKE "OH! I KNOW U! U HELPED MY cousin (insert weird name) !" SO HE WALKED OVER AND ASKED HER IF SHE WANTED TO GO TO MAGICAL FOREST (a college place that throws this Christmas wonderland (other holidays too) For the Down Syndrome kids ((so cute)))

BRITTANY (my sissy) IS LIKE "OKKKKK LET ME ASK MY DAD FIRST." TO LET HIM GET A HINT SHE IS UNDER AGE. OKA? SO HE KISSES HER HAND AND IT IS CREPPY AS HECK. LIKE MY DAD AND MOM SAY WE LOOK ALIKE (a twenty y-o & a thirteen y-o? with two different moms?) WHAT IF HE SEES ME AND IS LIKE I REMEMEBER U. AND I JUST SAY NOPE NOPE NOpE

AND THe Maanager (Maria, Spanish.. he is awesome) IS JUST LIKE AFTER HE LEAVES "Uhhhhh Brit do u have a BF?"

Brit: "yeah."

Maria: "is he black?"

Brit: "...no. I'm dating Ben. the security guard."(I TYPED SEXYCURITY guard)

and there was this crazy cat lady that was there constantly like WOOOW and she turned up on the news .

CCL decided not to show her face, but my sister recognized her voic and Hair liKE U GO SISSY U IS BAE.

and she just says "I knoW HET SHE IS A CRAZY CAT LADY."

and she had 113 cats... strays. AND THE FLOOR HAS CAT POOP (like 3 inches) AND DEAD THINGS IN IT EWWWE SO YEAH.

wow I get so off task wooooww so hope this chapter sucked :) have a nice night/afternoon/noon/morning :)