spooner

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Time to get live
Live, I mean fucking live
Adrenaline on overdrive
Life at home is hard to survive

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Archer shook his head disapprovingly when Marisol introduced them to Jordan “Come on Mari, what have I said about calling us that? You make it sound like we’re some lame 80’s hair metal band” he said sighing and giving Jordan a slight wave of agnolishment before Jordan turned to check on Ariel. The guy earned a small eye roll when he started to dote over Ariel as if Kavi had punched her in her smug face. He had always had a hard time with the girl ever since he had overheard her calling him Marisol’s sidekick and that just rubbed him the wrong way. But he did have to admit to himself that watching his small friend almost combust with anger at being ignored gave him some sort of strange satisfaction.

Archer grinned and leaned in closer to whisper in Mari’s ear “Now remember to breathe, and keep in mind that not everything revolves around you” he tried making his voice as calming as he could before he gave her a peck on the cheek and pulled back.

He was just about to check his phone when heard just the voice he needed to hear. He whipped around to face Kavan smiling at him. “Oh thank the lord Jésus you are here!” He exclaimed returning his friends smile. He dropped his voice down to a whisper so just Kavan could hear him “And just in time to watch Marisol implode.” he jerked his head towards Jordan and the girls.

“So how was dinner? You sufficiently embarrassed your sister?” he asked as he opened up his second beer. Archer wasn’t much for hard liquor, but he was a fast beer drinker but he made a mental note to pace himself lest he get to drunk and he says something stupid. As he was waiting for an answer he felt something or rather someone rudely push her way through them. Turning around he saw a small figure in a straw hat screech something and settle down beside Stella Lambert, that girl really did have the strangest of friends.

As he turned back he spotted another familiar face leaning against a wall with a sour look on her face. Archer chuckled and pulled up his phone.

He turned back to Kavan putting his phone back in his pocket “Sorry, I got distracted! I hope I didn’t drag you away from your sister… was she mad?” Archer really enjoyed Kavan’s family since they were so very different from his own in every way.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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will it

@Inkarnate

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Trinity post will be up tonight!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Legion02

Julie's like:

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Archer is a sidekick.

@Inkarnate

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Archer after being called a sidekick:

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Yaaay us!!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Me, @Ejected and @SpicyMeatball are working on a collab as well!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Evestone :D

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Still I am not from Barcelona,
I am not even from Madrid.
I am a native of the North Pole
And that can mess up any kid.

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The first week of school had gone by in a blur, nothing much to mention but the crushing weight of the huge corse load Archer had taken on this year. It was the year before college after all, but man was he feeling it. But now that it was the weekend Archer pushed all of that to the back of his mind and spent the afternoon at the beach with his best friend. While Mari surfed the daylight away Archer sat under a parasol “watching” her surf, so basically reading at the beach for a couple of hours.

After dropping his friend at her house Archer was on his way to his own home but rather than turning his car on to his driveway he kept going past. He just couldn’t be bothered sitting through yet another stiff dinner with his parents. He instead drove around Crown Heights listening to music and figuring out where to go and what to do. But like always he ended up in the same place he always does “The Print and The Pot”, a bookstore that sells secondhand and new books. Inside there is also a little coffee shop where you can enjoy what you’ve purchased. This is where Archer spent most of his teenage years in lieu of being in his own home.

He had been there for some time when his phone rang, checking the screen he groaned mentally when he saw it was his mother. He begrudgingly answered the call “Hey mom?”

“Archie, where are you? Dinner is waiting for you!” His mother’s voice rang out from the receiver with a mix of worry and annoyance.

“I’m at P&P, getting stuff for school.” This was a lie of course, he had gotten all he needed a month ago.

“So you’re not eating at home? You could’ve called to let me know!” The annoyance in her voice had now taken over. Archer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry mom… I forgot I guess” Archer offered as a measly excuse.

He could hear his mother’s disappointed sighs from the other side of his phone, “I’ll see you back at the house then, bye sweetie.” she said and hung up. Archer stared down at his phone, guilt swelling up inside him.

When he finally arrived back at the Diedrikson villa, his book bag a lot heavier than before, he rushed up to his room without even agnolishing his parents in the front room. After a quick hot shower and a change in to his comfy clothing, he was finally sat in his bay window with his new leatherbound notebook scribbling away his thoughts. He was really happy that his friends had decided not to go to Santiago’s party.