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Rich chuckled slight, raising as eyebrow as she walked around her room, “hey, my room has it’s own charm. Y’a know, the trash piles can be very appealing to some. Haven’t been laid in two weeks though, don’t think the chicks dig it,” he teased…guys clearly didn’t like it either. It wasn’t like he was actively ses searching out for these people, not like he had before. He sensed the same tension they’d had since their dispute, but didn’t comment on it. He usually just ignored it, not that it really affected how he acted anyways. He screwed everything they had up and wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to fix it. Even if now it was a double sided issue. “You need to stop apologizing for shit my dear Chrissy. Always apologizing as if half of it wasn’t my fault to begin with,” he spoke a slightly awkward chuckle coming from his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Can’t blame you… life fucking sucks,” he shrugged, hands now falling into his lap. He wanted to pull away from their friendship-maybe that was what she needed, yet he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop wanting to be around her(even if they didn’t hang out half as frequently as they did before she was always somewhere on his thoughts). “I mean I’ve basically been spiraling since I turned twelve,” he half joked, he didn’t want the mood to be entirely down, maybe his joked would lighten the mood. 

@-drvgz 
            
            Chrissy rolled her eyes playfully , sitting on her bed a bit nervously watching him look around . It wasn’t very tidy so she was a bit nervous though she didn’t understand why . She rubbed the back of her neck shyly as he mentioned the Rob Lowe . “ hey , no judging . You can’t talk , “ She retorted . “ I bet your room is a mess , “ shs shot back . She attempted to get up and move the trash can in the corner behind the dresser because she didn’t need anyone to see the inside . She had to remember to take it out . Let’s just say it’s how she disposed of her things . “ oh . , . Uh - yeah , “ she said slowly , turning around again . “ yeah . . . It’s the only thing I actually like . . . Besides the people , “ she shrugged . She walked over to him again . After a moment of silence she looked up , “ I’m sorry , things have been weird lately between us , “ she hesitated . Where was she going with this ? “. Don’t mean to be distant it’s just - I guess I don’t know how to really . . . You know , talk after everything , “ she admitted . “ I’m sorry , I . . . I don’t really like who I was before . That whole spiral , “ she shook her head . “ that’s not me - it’s just . Things have sucked at home in particular and between school , home , and erm . . . You . . . I spiraled and . . . Now I’m trying to fix myself . “ 

“A Chrissy Cunningham goth phase? Oh I think I may have a heart attack along with mother dearest… ‘s long as thé short skirts stay I ain’t complainin’,” Rich teased. His eyes kept making note of the decor. Most notable was the unicorn perfume bottle next to an open bottle of pills. Ironic. “Why am I not shocked at the Rob Lowe posters?” He taunted. Their rooms were direct parallels of one another. He had posters of (almost) naked women in his walk and she had famous male actors. There were certain hints of the Chrissy he knew now though, such as the dirty clothes pile or the almost overflowing trash can filled with…well he couldn’t actually tell and he probably didn’t wanna know. “You’re good, ‘ve been busy too,” he shrugged. Something like that. He was still going out constantly, long nights at strangers houses and such. “Still going strong with cheer?” It seemed so, but he never really bothered to ask. It felt like there was this weird distance between them…something had to give. 

@90smayfieldss / max queen 

@-pxrttypink-
            ／ㅤuh uh first meet ? any mood ? 

@-pxrttypink- 
            
            / sad ?

//plzzz on @-huntthefrexk any mood but angst is always fun 
            Or just an argument or soemthing 

@-pxrttypink- 
            
            
            Clyve shrugged."I don’t blame ya"He soon sat next to Chrissy."Sooo I heard u were on the cheerleading team,that’s cool!"He said.

@A-AUTUMN-CAT_ 
            
            “ Still , sounds like a lot of fun , “ Chrissy complimented with a soft smile . She was willing to bet the people there were nicer and less judgmental . 

@-pxrttypink- 
            
            
            Clyve nodded a bit."Yea,it can be a little chaotic sometimes"He stated,rubbing the back of his head.

@-pxrttypink- 
            
            
            Trueee! Clyve n Chrissy should be besties Fr-)

@A-AUTUMN-CAT_ // DONT REMIND MEEE!! AND TY! She didn’t deserve her fate so I’m giving her a new one 

/ her *

@prcttypoison ;;
            
            Chrissy was walking to school until she saw a girl rushing over . The two nearly collided . 
            “ woah ! “ Chrissy backed up a bit . “ Oh , I mean - yeah , I’m in high school , “ she nodded . “ sure , I’ll help you , “ she said as the female looked frantic . “ Follow me ! I’ll lead you in . Don’t worry you won’t me late , “ she motioned the girl to follow hsr .

@neighboredragons ;;
            
            Chrissy titled her head before sighing . “ sh*t , they are going to kill me , “ she tried to fix her hair to cover where she hurt herself , where she felt the pain . “ Thanks for helping anyway , “ Chrissy gave her a small smile .

[ @-pxrttypink- ]
            
            *gracies' eyes widened a bit and her mouth fell open slightly. she didn't know whether to tell her the truth or lie . either way , it would be bad* nah, it looks fine . you look great...*she lied, hoping that it would be believed*

@neighboredragons ;;
            
            “ Yeah - I think so , “ Chrissy took her hand away revealing a red mark on her head . “ Uhm - does it look bad ? “ she asked , a bit nervously . She had cheerleading practice , she couldn’t afford to look anything other than perfect . 

/ i’m so late but friendly pls !!

;; im a little late but maybe like scared. or something 

/    omg cheer stuff yas

@hawkinsteach ;;
            
            In music class they had to perform a piece in front of everyone . Chrissy didn’t get stage fright . She was a freaking cheerleader . But right now she didn’t feel like herself . One of the days where her mental health spiraled . She threw up after breakfast and had to deal with her mother who was not in a good mood . She was shaking going up there . Hearing and feeling everyone judging her and her mind screaming at her about what a screw up she was . She stood there shaking until Mr . 
            Fletcher went over . “ I - I’m sorry , “ she looked down , feeling everyone’s eyes . She bit her lip , feeling nothing but shake and followed him outside , taking shaky breaths , rubbing her palms . 

@-hawkinsartist ;;
            
            Chrissy was sitting in art class . She was trying to hard to focus . She usually liked art . She may not be a Picasso but she did her best . It was her escape .  But right now she didn’t feel calm . She got up early to practice her cheer routine . She tried to choke down breakfast but she couldn’t . All she heard was all the voices in her head . She tried to walk into art class and pretend everything was fine . But her mind felt like it was under water . She held the paint brush but she couldn’t move or do anything . She squeezed it tightly in her hand taking a shaky breath , hearing her mother again . She felt her breathing get harder until suddenly she heard a voice above her and looked up at the teacher . She dropped the paint brush in shock as her grip lessened . “ Mr. Brown ! I - “ she quickly picked up the paint brush and bit her lip as he asked to see her outside . “ Y- yes sir , “ she took a deep breath and followed him , keeping her head down and wiping her tears as quickly as she could .