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@fromgallows- 
            
            Take your time!!! Excited for it nonetheless <3 && Ain't that the truth ??

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @inexiled :
            
            i  do.   {  this  time  the  reassurance  comes  easier,   her  words  an  uncharacteristically  hesitant  slip down  the  rolling  hill  that  lonnie  has  unknowingly  urged  her  down.   she's  not  going  to  repeat  the  words  verbatim;  if  she  tries,   she  may  feel  that  sinking  feeling  all  over  again,  may  need  to  run,  may  need  to  escape  before  lonnie  can  take  this  and  use  it  as  a  chiseling  tool.   she  won't.   but  she  could,  and  that's  enough  reason  to  be  cautious.  
            or,  it  was. 
            the  sentiment behind  the  gesture  makes  something  bind  tight  in  her chest,   offering  a  half-strained  smile  of  gratitude.  }    i  have  you.   and  the  others  too,   i  guess,   but ,,  i  tell  you  more  than  i  tell them.     ( .. )    i  think  you're  my  best  friend,   lons.  you  don't  have  to  worry  about  me  trusting  you.

[  she feels wrong for asking this question.  knowing how many people have worn down andi,  carved her into this sharp statuette that doesn’t want help from anyone or anything.  and yet,  she still asks it.  alana doesn’t know why.  maybe she needs reassurance-  the knowledge that andi won’t slip from her grasp,  in a world where it feels like she has nothing left except for her friends.  no one left to try and hold onto.  ]  i-i trust you too.  a lot.  i think even more than i trust stan,  sometimes.  [  it’s hard to admit-  but sometimes,  it feels like andi is the only person in the world who could truly get her and her emotions.  she doesn’t have to try or explain.  ]  but-  i don’t know.  i just wanted to make sure.  i don’t like the idea of you not having anyone other than bev.

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @inexiled :
            
            {  the  question  hits  her  like  a  bullet.
            trust  is  bigger  than  love.   anyone  can  say  they  love  you —   fuck,   alvin  looks  her  in  the  eye  and  says  it  all  the  time —  but  nothing  has  to  be  shown  for  it.   love  is  as  easy  of  a  word  as  acquaintance.   it's  simple.
            trust  is  not.
            andi  feels  herself  hesitating,   a  clear  waver  from  the  nonchalance  she's  currently  trying  to  project.   ten  months  ago,   the  question  would  make  her  laugh —  bev  was  the  only  person  left  to  trust.   now...   }   i..   ( .. )    fuck.   i  mean,   i —   i  guess  so.   a  hell  of  a  lot  more  than  bill.    {  which  isn't  saying  a  goddamn  thing,   something  andi  knows  they  both  are  fully  aware  of.   she  nearly  wants  to  punch  herself  for  being  so  hesitant  about  it,   but  right  now,   a   pinch of  her  nose  can  suffice.  }    no,   uh,   yeah.   yeah,  i..   i  trust  you.

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @inexiled :
            
            i've  been  called  that  more  than  my  name.   one  of  my  teachers  tried  nicknaming  me  ringwald   :/    {  at  the  sight  of  her  smile  andi  almost  wants  to  grin  back,   the  sight  infectious  despite  how  she  feels  more  and  more  tense  as  the  sun  ever  so slowly  creeps  across  the  sky.  }    lonnie  tozier's  a  cool  name.   like  kate  bush  or  joan  jett.   ( .. )   i'm   andi.   you  can  call  me  anything  besides  shit  like  carrottop  or   molly  :/
            
            *    seeing  the  coolest  person  ever  comment  on  my  mb  was  a  world  ending  moment.   tbh.  

if i were you,  i’d take it as a compliment.  she’s cool as hell,  and pretty.  but it probably gets annoying.  [  she beams proudly,  nodding her head.  ]  my name is alana,  but everyone i know calls me lonnie or lon.  […]  i guess you can call me that if you want,  but-  y’know,  it’s up to you.  
            
            /  i have no idea.  i sure as hell was!!

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @inexiled :
            
            uh... thanks ?    {  how  long  has  it  been  since  anyone  in  this  shithole  actually  gave  someone  a  genuine  compliment ?    andi  doesn't  mask  the  look  she  wears  the  same  way  beverly  does,   loose  locks  tumbling  over  freckled  features  as  she  looks  the  other  over.   }    i'd  probably  like  it  more  if  people  would  stop  calling  me  molly  fuckin'  ringwald.
            
            *    who  isn't  a  little  in awe  of  their  future  best  friends ,,   truly ,, 

@fromgallows- 
            
            With an amused scoff, Tic leans further against the wall, back practically flush against it. "It always did you good, whether it seemed like it or not." His brows furrow, gaze aimed at the floor for a few seconds before bouncing back to her. "But, uh, what kind of people are you talkin' about? Can't be much worse than here, right?" 

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @runoutofwax :
            
            i  have  a  natural  defense  against  bullshit.     {  with  this  flippant  remark  andi  leans  back  in  her  chair,   reminiscent  of  a  youthful  wildfire  even  as  she  sinks  into  the  familiarity  of  the  elder.  }    besides,   it  does  me  good  now.   i  deal  with  some  shitty  people  on  a  consistent  basis.

you think i haven't / tried / to get her under
            control . i've got a dick of a father , who
            isn't even my father who enables her shitty
            ass behavior !     * a sigh escaped his lips as
            he put his hands in his leather jacket
            pockets . he wears that thing , even in
            eighty degree weather . *    i'm real sorry
            about bev , okay ? and maybe she does
            need a lesson . i'm giving you full permission
            actually .

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @judasteels :
            
            doesn't  matter.   get  the  fucking  mutt  under  control  or  i'm  feeding  her  to  the  trailer  park  strays.   {  with  a  pointed  glare  andi  juts  her  chin  out,   a  hallmark  of  defiance  delivered  with  blue eyes  and  braided  pigtails.  }    she  comes  after  bev  again,   i'm  making  sure  the  next  time  she  comes  here  is  on  crutches. 
            
            *    he's  so  forgiven ,,  please  excuse  her.   she's  got the  opposite  issue &  is  deeply  protective  of  beverly 

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @trashesclown :
            
            it's  a  rare  reaction  that  being  exposed  to  you  causes.   surprised  it's  not  nationwide  yet.    {  with  a  wistful  shake  of  her  head  andi  fakes  a  sigh,   closing  her  eyes  emphatically.   }    there's  no  cure.   the  doctor  said  it's  my  body's  defense  against  dumbasses.

i dunno,  annie the orphan.  :/  guess we’ll both have to find out. [  he snorts,  pushing up his glasses.  ]  you gonna infect everyone with your bitchiness?  or is it just,  like,  a genetic defect?  

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @trashesclown :
            
            not  herpes.   gonorrhea.    {  with  that  blunt  statement  made  andi  sits  down  *across*  from  richie,   resigning  to  the  cruel  fate  of  a  tight  space  rather  than  letting  him  win.  }    how  do  i  know  you're  not  std'ing  the  place  up?   everyone  might  leave  here  with  crabs.
            
            *    your  best  friend  (unfortunately)  ,,  

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @trashesclown :
            
            {  the  remark  silences  andi  for  a  fleeting  moment,   ghosts  peeking  from  the  corners  of  her  brain  to  whisper  soft  choruses  of   'does  he  know'  before  she  forces  them  back  where  they  belong,   shaking  her  head  once  richie  looks  away.   that's  not  the  fucking  issue  right  now.  }    i'm  (not)  swearing  on  lonnie's  life ,,   but  i  swear  on  mine  and  my  entire  music  collection  that  i  won't  tell  a  soul.   shit,   i'll  even  throw  in  manny —   you  know  how  serious  that  is,   (tozier).

i’m not gonna,  like,  beat you.  [  he rolls his eyes,  tears welling up in his eyes.  he glances away-  he doesn’t want to show a sign of weakness to andi.  ]  o-okay.  i guess i should tell someone.  if i tell you something,  you gotta swear on like-  my sisters fuckin’  life that you won’t tell anybody.  otherwise,  i’ll run you and your sister out of this town.  okay?  i’m fucking serious,  marsh. 

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @trashesclown :
            
            pretend ?    {  with  a  small  scoff  andi  rolls  her  eyes,  drumming  her  fingers  against  the  pale  skin  of  her  knee.   lonnie  was  right  again.   he  really  is  an  idiot.  }    get  real,   richie.    if  i  was  pretending  to  care  about  you,   i  would've  called  your  shit  out  in front  of  everyone  like  an  asshole.   i  followed  you because  you're  obviously  feeling  like  shit,   and  if  you're  gonna  lash  out  on  anyone  about  it,   i'm  your  best  bet.
            
            *    please ,,  oh  my  god ,,  

(  @fromgallows-  )
            
            mhm, mari. i borrowed his card to get here.   [  'borrowed' is a strong claim for something that was done entirely without dad's permission. in her defence, he'd have more money to spare if he took her up on all the good ending ideas his daughter wrote and offered to him. mari shuffles her feet, one hand moving up to absentmindedly pick at the skin on her right cheek. ]   's funny. dad calls me annie all the time. maybe if i stick around you he'll stop to make it less confusing.  ( .. )    my name's actually marianne, but i hate it. so please don't. mari's enough.   [  who knew dad had cool friends. ]    really?   don't tell him i said this but, you seem more like a leader than he does.

MEMORIES  FEEL  LIKE  WEAPONS,  @inescaping- :
            
            it's  been  tempting.   bigshot  author  with  a  fat  wallet  would  be  an  ideal  target,   especially  when  i  was  your  age.    {  it  doesn't  take  much  to  piece  together  the  information  she's  been  given,   the  look  of  surprise  quickly  replaced  with  something  a little  easier.  }    you're  his  kid  then?    ( .. )    nice  to  meet  you.    i'm  andi —  he  and  i  ran  in  this  circle  together.  

(  @fromgallows-  )
            
            wish i could say the same for my red. it's kinda hard to keep up a dye job.   [  mari shrugs with nonchalance, absentmindedly fiddling with the sleeve of her shirt. ]   don't think so. unless you stole bill's wallet, he keeps a picture of me in there.