thorn. oouf did it die here

yaaawnnnn! this town is so boring.

hey, it’s haley! but i do love sunflowers, they’re sooo pretty, don’t you think? ( hair flip, thoughtful with a head devoid of meaningful thoughts all the same. )

what kind of nickname do you have? gingersnap?

i knoow, what am i supposed to do now— wait, you don’t even like leaving your house!

i’m so bummed. my trip to zuzu city got totally canceled.

when the rains finally die down, haley tentatively pokes out the door with an umbrella. her frame is hugged by a windbreaker, camera absent in the event of another harsh downpour.

( haley, who rebukes such things, is none the wiser to this strong reaction. )

uh, you do? they just float up to you for a chat?

duh! you can’t be friends with someone all your life and 𝘯𝘰𝘵 know all their little secrets. let’s go.

ooh, if only i knew exactly where alex keeps the keys to his ice cream stand.

... buuuuut that footage of the giant phantom jellyfish comes close too.

— it’s either something mundane for space standards, cosmic unknown horrors, cosmic horrors or the most breathtaking thing you’ll ever see in your life.

( ah, yes, those are traits that she’s well-known for. but anyone who has a working brain can appreciate the beauty in things — not thst she’s an airhead, she’s shockingly clever when utilized properly. )

well, yes, but there aren’t many things out in space you can classify as cute, are there? —

thorn. they also expose adults in their lies or secrets way too easily. my cousin’s kid just blurts out their business constantly every time other people are around her

ohh, it so is! nobody wants to ever admit they like the gossip, but that’s fine. what’s up with you, hm? been seeing more ghosts in those mines?

it’s because i’ve been out of town and not spreading rumors, i totally get it. ✨

— his strumming to slow and fade into their final notes, manicured nails tapping delicately to her exposed knee.

”not bad, you’ve improved. are you going to make this into a song for your little band?”

— her right out of her thoughts, clutching fingers tightening around the tulip’s long, green stalk. it’s different from the stuff he used to play for her before — probably having more time to experiment and fine-tune. she does the same thing with photography, to be totally fair.

she waits for —

— she has to wonder what she even saw in him then, but reminds herself that she would need to compare past self as well to be fair. vapid, popularity-obsessed haley, filling the void that her parents and their many trips left with her friends and short-lived flings and romances.

the tune jerks —

in hindsight, reflecting on their high school years should feel like forever ago, but it’s like looking back on something that happened just yesterday. sam’s tired guitar pick was less worn and chipped, his hair styled more pathetically when given less than 10 minutes in an early morning rush. —

ugh, so no sunscreen? or exfoliating? face masks?!

sooo many goths and emos in my midst. it’s almost summer, you guys can go back inside, don’t even worry. 💅🏻

thorn. motivation has been low but i am trying my best to exist at the moment lol