jake-fuckingmartin:

missanyacoyne:

missanyacoyne:

I’m not going anywhere.: Mission..Not impossible | Anya

jake-fuckingmartin:

Jake decided that he would use his scrawny legs for once to get to Anya’s house rather than using up gas in the truck. The prices were pretty expensive, but he needed the fresh air anyway. He…

Anya had completely forgotten what she was wearing. The plaid shirt matched Jake’s, making her laugh. She thought it was adorable. As Jake unzipped his hoodie and did a, sort of, song thing to his cat, she couldn’t help but giggle. She petted the side of Thomas’s face, melting at the sight of a sleepy kitten. “He is so cute!” she squealed, looking up at him with a smile. No, Anya. No getting lost in his eyes. Not yet, she thought to herself as she turned around, grabbing his hand. She led him to the couches in the living room, so they could sit down. On her couches she saw Kieffer just chillin’ with his tongue out. Anya took a seat beside Jake’s dog and petted him on the head. “You need to stop being so adorable. You and all your little animals,” she giggled, looking at Jake.

Jake grew a huge smile on his face as Anya was cooing over Thomas. Thomas started to purr and lick Anya’s fingers as she was petting the side of his face, enjoying the attention he was giving. Jake started to give a little smirk as Anya looked up at him and smiled, then grabbed his hand. Jake then set Thomas gently onto the ground, and he darted over to where Anya was leading Jake, and sat down next to Kieffer. Kieffer licked Thomas’ whole face with one try, and Thomas started to clean himself. Jake decided that he would attempt to be cute, even though his legs weren’t exactly fully strong, but strong enough. He leaned against the arm of the couch, grabbing ahold of Anya by her hips. He held her in his arms as he sat down where she was sitting, and then gently placed her on his lap, kissing her on the cheek. Jake started to laugh at her animal comment, “I’ll become a crazy animal man. Like, the ones you see on that hoarding show. Old, wrinkly, full of pets.” he said with a smile.

Anya laughed as Jake basically read her mind about the animal mad thing. As she blushed when Jake put her in his lap, she put an arm around him and played with the back of his hair. “That is exactly what I was thinking before you got here,” she admitted with a warm smile. She looked up at Jake and wondered how he was her boyfriend. Even the term her boyfriend felt weird to think about. He was so perfect in her eyes. It almost hurt to ever think about seeing him leave. Shaking the thought of that out of her mind, she rested her head on his shoulder, watching Thomas crawl out of Jake’s hand and onto Anya’s lap. She pet the top of his head as he curled up, into a ball, and laid down, making himself comfortable. There wasn’t much to do at her house, other than play with dogs and cats, she thought. “So, Jake,” she paused, “What do you wanna do in this boring old house?”

fionas-tragedies:

theblueeyes-clare:

Fiona snorted, trying to hold back her cynical laughter, seeing Clare’s body tense up even further as Fiona laid out the rows of cocaine. “Calm down, Clare. You act is if you’re selling your soul to the devil. You’ll still be all holy and pure and whatever. It isn’t that bad. In fact, it makes everything ten times better, I promise you.” She said, putting a hand on Clare’s shoulder in reassurance. Fiona decided she had better go first to demonstrate the proper technique. Knowing Clare and her inability to do anything newsworthy, she would probably end up trying to swallow it. Fiona put her nose to the table, carefully sliding it down until the end of it, leaving not a trace of cocaine behind, save for the remnants of it surrounding her nostrils. She laid out another row, gesturing for Clare to follow as she had done. “Chill out, just do it. It’ll make everything better.” Fiona smiled, hoping she didn’t sound too much like a pedophile. And so it began. The ridiculous thought process. Her high always started out by scrambling her brains, closely followed thereafter by destructive and or potentially dangerous situations. She didn’t care, she was ready to start loving life again, like she hadn’t in so long. She was ready to live carefree. Ready to have fun.

Clare nodded, pursing her lips together as she eyed the row of cocaine laying on the table. Fiona was staring her down, waiting for her to do something. “I-I know.” She laughed nervously, leaning her head down and snorted the cocaine, just as she had watched Fiona do earlier. She shut her eyes tightly, blinking a couple of times as she looked back at Fiona. Clare smiled, letting out a random fit of giggles. “You were right. This isn’t so bad.” She took the bag from her hands, zipping it open and spreading another row of cocaine onto the table. Clare leaned down and snorted the substance once again. She stood up, stuffing the bag into the pocket of her denim jacket before reaching for Fiona’s hand. “Let’s go dance!” Fiona was right, she hadn’t felt this exuberant for a while. Clare wasn’t complaining, she loved feeling this lively and enthusiastic. But with her inexperience with drugs and all, she had no clue that sooner or later, she would come down from her high.

Fiona smiled as Clare released a few giggles, feeling her own onslaught of laughter coming on. “Never thought I’d see the day when Saint Clare turned in her halo for a bag of coke,” Fiona laughed, not even being able to snort another line because Clare had dragged her to the dance floor. Fiona shrugged, deciding to just go with it. She could snort some more later. “I don’t think this is in the Bible.” She said, unleashing another fit of giggles as Clare began dancing. Fiona danced along with her, feeling the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She was glad she’d snuck out of the hospital. She hadn’t seen Katie yet, but she needed this. And escape. Something to assist her in getting away for a while. Surely this was the best way to go about it. She knew Anya would be furious when she found out, but at that moment, she didn’t care at all. She was only focusing on the dancing and having fun.

Anya was furious as she put her phone down on her bed. That phone call from Clare had been the last straw for today. All she’d do now was get them out of ATD, get Fiona home to Katie, and, possibly, let Clare sleepover the night. She’d rather not have Clare go home to her parents, high on cocaine. As for Fiona, she didn’t care right now. Not at all. She told Anya she’d only be leaving the hospital to go see Katie. Partying at ATD was probably the most stupid thing she had ever seen her do. It obviously said a little about what Fiona was turning into. Apparently, going to a club and snorting coke was more important than checking up on Katie to her. Picking up her keys and her phone on the way out, she got into her car and drove to The Dot. As she parked her car, she could hear the faint sound of music coming through the walls. She hopped out of the vehicle, closing the door behind her and locked it. She walked straight up the stairs which led to Above the Dot and stepped into the wide room of blasting music and dancing teenagers. She made her way to an isolated corner and scanned the room, in search of her two friends. 

• Clare: RIIIIING RIIIIIING
• Anya: *le answers* Helloo?
• Clare: HAAAAYY ANYA BB! *le music from ATD blaring in the background*
• Anya: Saint Clare? Are you drunk?!
• Clare: HAHAHAAHA WATER YOU TALJKING AOBUT!? *bursts out into a random fit of giggles*
• Anya: You're drunk. Wow. Who's with you? *Trying not to punch le wall*
• Clare: *le Fiona yells 'Hi' into the phone* FIONA. WE'RE AT ATD HAVING FUUUUNN!!!
• Anya: Honestly, Fiona? Even after I told you not to? *Le frustration*
• Clare: IT HWAS FIONA'S IDAEEA, OKAY. *le laughs*
• Anya: Wow, right, whatever. Why are you even calling me?
• Clare: I- I UHM *le giggle* I DON'T REMMEMMEBER. ADN WE'RE NTO DRNUK, OKAII?! WE'RE HIHGHH *le hangs up*
• Anya: Oh my god -- Awesome. *Puts le phone down*