KEEPS ON BRINGING ME DOWN ,

[teagan yseult lyons]

teagan worked hard, that was for sure. most people who saw her with her parents would have thought that it came from them, that she was doing it all for them. the thing was that she absolutely was not. you see, at her age, teagan was old enough to know what she wanted out of her life. she wanted to achieve her goals, even if those were not yet set in stone. she wanted to go to university, even if she did not know what exactly what she wanted to do. and those were really the two main reasons to how she acted at school and outside of it. her parents were only a small part how she acted. or so she thought. she thought that she did not really care of what they thought of her, of what anyone thought of her. the thing was, she did. and it was a bigger reason into how she acted different from who she truly was then she thought. she had never enjoyed for people to be disappointed in her. i guess you could say she was a people pleaser. well, people who she cared about and she really cared her parents. maybe that was also why she dressed like she had today everyday of the year, to make her parents think they had the most perfect daughter to have ever existed. and even though she would have liked to have friends and to hang out just like everyone else, she didn’t let herself do just that. it had been a true slap in the face when, the other day, elliot had come over and made her realise just that, that she was a lonely little girl. and as much as she would have liked to believe the opposite, it was impossible for her.

teagan walked in through the front door of her school, staring down at her feet and at other people’s feet as she walked so she could make sure she did not bump into anyone. it would not have been really fun, especially since she was holding a hot coffee she had picked up at the starbucks nearby before her dad had dropped her off before leaving for work. just like every morning when she arrived at school, she went straight to her locker, unlocking it with her free hand as she made sure some of the football players didn’t knock her over while throwing the ball at each other. she put her coffee down on one of the tablets and undid her coat, putting it in her locker. she opened her back, grabbing the books she needed for her first period that morning and placing them steadily in one of her arms. she then grabbed her cup of coffee and closed her locker again right after making sure her hair and makeup still looked correct. and then she went straight to class. you know how most teenagers would usually arrive late at their class. well, teagan was not one of those. she always got there first, even before the teachers. after a minute or two of waiting, the science teacher finally arrived at the lab and she could enter, putting her things down at her usual table and sitting on her stool, patiently waiting for the class to begin as she sipped her coffee.

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credit , to me
tagged , mister elliot alexander reese, aka dyl.
music , all the 2AM club songs, yayayay.
outfit , clickers, bby.
words , FIVE FIVE SIX.
notes , seriously love them, bro.

[elliot]

- - - i struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine ,

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no matter how much pressure he got from his parents to succeed, elliot reese wasn't the type to do well in school. his papers were jumbled messes of thoughts, his projects a mess of paper and glue, and his labs usually resulted in small explosions. he wasn't stupid by any means, he simply didn't apply himself. all the knowledge was there, he just didn't know how to use it. of course, this wasn't well received by his parents, who were constantly breathing down his neck. elliot, how could you fail this quiz? i was two questions. elliot, did you even try? elliot, why can't you just do your work! every night felt like a questioning room, like he was a criminal being slammed with a murder.

out of all the fights, all the times being grounded, and all the disappointment, elliot had learned not to care about anything. he went to school, sat in his classes, and zoned out of the lessons. he came home, sat at his computer, stared at the blank document, and fell asleep. failure was almost a routine. it was easy not to care, which also made it easy to pick on and hate teagan yseult lyons. despite his i-don't-give-a-shit attitude, he was really just jealous of the girl. she had the smarts, the ability, and the motivation. but why would he admit that? it was so much easier to deflect everything and be mean to her instead. which was just what he'd done the day before. he felt a little regret over what he'd said, but minutes later he'd convinced himself that it was for the best.

slouching by his locker, elliot shuffled through the mess of papers and texts inside it. science, science.. i know you're in here. rummaging through the mess at the very back, he managed to find it, and with a small smirk, dropped it in his bag. the bell had gone off ten minutes earlier, but he wasn't concerned with being late. it was just another phone call home, and it wasn't anything his parents hadn't heard before. turning on his heel, he shuffled slowly towards the classroom, heels dragging the entire way. fuck schoooool, fuck iiiiiiiit. he sang, running his hand along the rows of lockers as he passed them. i'll be a professional hobo. yeah, that's it. with a grin, he stopped outside room three-forty-two and pulled the door open with excessive force. hey there, professor horowitz! from the front of the room, he made a show of winking to the teacher before passing teagan's desk to get to his own. hey to you too, ms. goody-two-shoes. though the second greeting was just over a whisper, it didn't go unnoticed by those around him. with a sigh, he dropped his bag to the floor and settled into the seat next to her.

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tagged , annie & teag.
outfit , yup, hi.
music , blue skies by noah & the whale.
words , four-seven-four.
notes , k, bedtime. peace out.

[teagan yseult lyons]

teagan had manged to learn how to put up this classic wall every kid who was usually picked on would put up so that they would be protected from the rest of the world when she had been tired of crying sometimes when she got back home and have her mom ask her if everything was okay a thousand times or more. she would hide herself behind it and would never let anything get to her. you know, typical. she would put up that perfect façade and always smile to anyone who insulted her and keep on walking. in fact, elliot had been the first one to break that in quite a while. he had made her spin out of control so rapidly that she had absolutely not seen what had been coming her way all along. and she hated it. she liked predictable. she, herself was a predictable girl. nothing she ever did surprised anyone. she liked her comfort zone way too much and would never have even thought of going out of it even for a single second. after all, why would anyone have wanted to feel uncomfortable, even if it was just for a small moment? not teagan. as the class started, the girl put her coffee aside since she knew that, if she kept sipping it, mr horowitz would probably tell her to throw it in the garbage and only god knew how much she truly needed her coffee in the morning. it was the only thing making her be able to keep the wall we had been talking about up all through the day. she was preparing herself to take the notes of the day down in her book when elliot reese bursted inside the classroom. of course, always late.

she looked down at her papers, ignoring him as he passed by her and called her ‘ms. goody-two-shoes’. she simply rolled her eyes and tapped the end of her pen on the table, looking back up and straight at the front of the class, even though her eye caught glances of people laughing a little at his comment. she waited for the teacher to start talking, drawing small stars and hearts and whatever, you name it, in her book absent-mindedly. even if she knew she most likely was going to get disturbed by whatever he was doing, she tried as much as she could to stare straight ahead and keep herself from even glancing at him. she really did not understand him. but i guess that was just normal since they were complete opposites. i guess that also explained why they absolutely hated each other. it did not exactly help that they had been neighbours ever since teagan had moved to america from ireland. but what could she possibly do about it? at least, he was really the only asshole that went to school with her that she had to endure everyday. as the teacher started talking about what really mattered, she lookd down at her book and started writing quickly in a beautiful calligraphy, escaping somewhere inside her head.

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credit , to me
tagged , mister elliot alexander reese, aka dyl.
music , all the 2AM club songs, yayayay.
outfit , clickers, bby.
words , FIVE ONE FIVE.
notes , it sucked. dude, it’s 12:10 am. fuck it.

[elliot]

- - - i struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine ,

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the only bullies elliot ever had to deal with was his parents. at school, he was high on the social food chain, but that wasn't to say he didn't have issues with some of the kids he went to school with. there were obvious personality clashes, different views and opinions, and different cliques. but while other kids made a show of ignoring the problem with glares from across the room, stiff postures, and childish silent treatments, elliot preferred to treat it as if nothing had happened in the first place. between failing classes, and making a show in front of his teachers, a lot of elliot's time was spent behind the academic building, smoking up with his friends before the final string of classes started, which left little time to deal with the people he had issues with. he didn't consider himself to be a drug addict, however. while his friends had become dependant on the feeling the high gave them, elliot only participated because he was bored and had nothing else to do. it wasn't a hobby, it was a way to make the time pass by faster.

despite his distaste for conflict, there was something about teagan lyons that set him off. she was the exception to his rule. instead of brushing her off like he did everyone else, there was something that made him want to push her buttons, something that made his blood boil just below the surface, and he liked it. there was always a kick of adrenaline that accompanied his comments, and it was the best high anything could have given him. turning in his chair, he sprawled his legs out in the isle between their seats, foot kicking at the leg of her chair every once and a while. teaaaaagan, he called, eyes shining obnoxiously. are those hearts for me? 'cause i thought we discussed this yesterday. you're not my type. i like girls who have a little fun. smiling, he pulled out his notebook, ripping small pieces of paper and rolling them into balls. hey, teag. can you catch? without waiting for an answer, he began throwing a few at the side of her head, laughing quietly to himself.

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tagged , annie & teag.
outfit , yup, hi.
music , mylo xyloto.
words , three-six-seven.
notes , annnd, the post size decreases.

[teagan yseult lyons]

teagan had had friends before when she still live in her dear ireland with her parents. she had loved it there. being the complete nerd, the perfect that she was had not been seen as badly as it was here. she could be herself while still having a social life and not spending all of her days, even the weekends, inside. she could go out, have some fun, think of other things than school, really. when she moved to the united states with her parents, it basically ruined everything for her. she was used to the lifestyle they had had in ireland. as soon as they arrived, she started missing her friends, missing basically every person she had known back there. she had been ripped out of her element and, even though she tried her hardest to find a new one here, she was already so used to the act of the perfect little girl that she had no idea how to be anyone else really. and the picking that others would put her through did not help at all. the classic story of a child who doesn’t want to move but still has too, really. the problem with that was that children like that would usually, eventually, get used to their environment and thus be able to live a normal life once again. but it had not been the case with teagan. she stayed stuck in the state whre she kept missing home. so she hid it once and for all to keep from getting hurt. but how could that have possibly worked correctly? she was so stucked in that act that she stopped herself from ever trying new things. of course, she saw all those people smoking behind the school she was attending. she saw them enjoying themselves with others and, if she had been slightly more open-minded, maybe she would have been able to finally let go and do the same. who knew when that was ever going to happen?

she felt the slight push the foot of elliot reese did ever other moment or so on her chair but tried to ignore it as much as she could, listening carefully to the speech that the teacher was giving them and trying to take down the notes that seemed important to her. but, as soon as elliot started speaking, it was as if her ears had immediately focused on whatever he was saying. the stars and hearts she had been drawing in her note started deteriorating and she could not hear whatever the teacher was saying anymore. she tried not to look over at elliot so that he would eventually fall to the back of her mind and that she would not have to care about him anymore. not that she did already anyway. she kept ignoring him on and on, ignoring him asking her if those hearts were for him, ignoring him as he reminded of the fact that she was absolutely not his type. she was tempted to remind him that he was not hers either. as he started to throw small balls of paper at her head, it took her absolutely everything she had in her to keep her calm and not stand to shout at him. every once in a while, she would casually run a hand through her hair to remove the balls of paper that had stayed stuck in them and then replacing her hands in front of her, focusing on the teacher. she would, every now and then, glance over at the clock that had been hung on the wall to see how many more minutes of torture she had to endure before she could escape this hell hole. and once the bell finally rang, she was the first one to bounce out of her chair and run out of the classroom, giving mr horowitz a slight polite nod as she passed by him.

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credit , to me
tagged , mister elliot alexander reese, aka dyl.
music , all the 2AM club songs, yayayay.
outfit , clickers, bby.
words , SIX FIVE FOUR.
notes , it sucked. dude, it’s 12:10 am. fuck it.

[elliot]

- - - i struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine ,

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elliot hadn't always been an asshole. during elementary school, all he'd wanted was to make his parents proud. but, that's what a lot of kids tried to do when they were young, wasn't it? then, like an apple falling from a tree, all the little kids grew up and developed their own opinions. which was exactly what elliot did. instead of fawning over his parents wishes, and believing that they were doing what was best for him, elliot realised it was the complete opposite. they were forcing him into a life he didn't want - one filled with years of studying, sleepless nights, and no creativity.

you see, elliot wasn't the left brain type. he couldn't handle mathematical equations, or science experiments. instead, he thrived with the arts. in fact, most times he spent ignoring his homework, he was either drawing, or painting. his parents hated it, and resented him for it. most times they caught him creating, they threatened to kick him out. obviously, had he focused on both his school work and his art, maybe his parents would have been more accepting, but with the way elliot was dealing with things, they were far from pleased. which, of course, only led to more fights, more disagreements, and more threats.

eyes glued to teagan as she exited the class, elliot quickly tossed his things into his bag and followed her out. keeping close behind, but not enough to make it noticeable, he waited until there was hardly anyone around to approach her. teagan, where are you going? to cry, i hope. it might help toughen you up. give you some balls. leaning against one of the lockers, he ran a hand through his hair, a small smirk splayed across his lips.

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tagged , annie & teag.
outfit , yup, hi.
music , mylo xyloto.
words , i don't fucking know.
notes , i'm a lazy bones.

[teagan yseult lyons]

in the way that elliot most likely never used the left side of his brain or barely, him and teagan were complete opposites. maybe that explained why they clashed so much. teagan had never been one to use her creative side all that much in the way that she was mainly unable to express herself, unable to express her feelings to the world. and well, you pretty much needed to be able to do that in order to be able to write, paint, draw or do any kind of art really, didn’t you? there had been a time where she enjoyed drawing, sure, just like any other kid would enjoy drawing. she would sit down in her kindergarten class and use a ton of crayons on her paper. however, she would never be considered like the original child by her teachers. they would most likely put her in the ‘normal’ category of their folder. until they started having classes that would ask them to use more of their brain cells, she was always in that category, not too good, not too bad. right in the middle. and it would annoy her so much when she would hear her parents talking about the fact that they were disappointed she did not have the best grades in every one of her classes. no, she had not always been a miss perfect, miss know-it-all who would always correct everyone. she had difficulty in some things which was mainly why she didn’t take art or anything slightly related to it in high school. she prefered to not even have to try. anyway, she already had enough on her shoulders as of now.

teagan wished with her entire heart for elliot not to follow her after class. she neede time to herself. she needed time to relax before she could go back in and confront another battle during another hour of torture. however, she was only dreaming and getting her hopes up. as soon as she got to her locker and opened it to change the books that she had in her arms for the ones she needed for her next class and glanced around herself, she saw him standing right next to her and almost jumped in fear, taking a deep breath to then calm herself down. there was no way she was going to let herself freak out in front of him. you would love that. she said as calmly as she could. however, she was convinced her frustration was showing for her accent was slightly thicker then than it normally was when she really was calm. she closed her eyes for only a second, then putting her books in her locker, taking out her other books and closing her locker. i’m sorry to disappoint you, but no. i’m not going to cry. not because of you. ever. she said as she finally looked up at him, frowning but only slightly and moving past him, walking down the hallway so she could get to her next class as fast as possible and could hopefully lose him so that she would finally have some time to herself to relax and just forget about everything. only for a minute, that was all that she asked.

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credit , to me
tagged , mister elliot alexander reese, aka dyl.
music , all the 2AM club songs, yayayay.
outfit , clickers, bby.
words , FIVE FOUR OH.
notes , that’s what writing a post at two am does.

[elliot]

- - - i struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine ,

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shrugging his shoulders, elliot lifted his weight from the locker and followed her, keeping pace. oh course you don't, which is exactly why i hear your cries through your window at night. whether or not this statement was true, elliot didn't know. everything that came out of his mouth was purely for the enjoyment of a reaction. he didn't care if he was lying - it was the thrill of seeing the expression on someone's face that counted.

pausing outside her next class, elliot ran a hand through his cropped hair, eyebrows raised. c'mon, don't tell me that i don't drive you completely insane. i know it's true, teags, and you can't lie about that. nodding to a few girls that passed, elliot's mind wandered, eyes following them as they sashayed down the hall. with teagan, it was too easy to get distracted, especially when girls were involved.y'know what? fuck it. i've got better things to do. turning on his heel, he wandered off.

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tagged , annie & teag.
outfit , here.
music , mylo xyloto.
words , i don't fucking know.
notes , i don't have muse right now.

[teagan yseult lyons]

yes, that is exactly why, elliot. she said in a snappy tone and rolled her eyes. she looked around herself, making sure she did not bump into anyone as she made her way to her next class though keeping up a good pace as if she was trying to get rid of the boy who was currently following her. well, not as if, she was trying to get rid of him, in fact. they both obviously did not want to be talking to each other. or, at least, she did not. for all she knew, he could have actually enjoyed picking on her and making her want to break his bones. maybe that was the exact reason why he was doing it and still doing it to this day. however, teagan was not even close to giving him that satisfaction. it was the last thing she wanted to do. however, she could not help herself. he knew how to tick her off and she could not keep herself from reacting every single time.

as she entered her next class and heard him speak, she spun around, taking a step back towards him as she saw that he was standing there, trying to get her to say something. and what exactly if you do, mhm? what if you do? she responded, knowing perfectly well that this was probably the most pathetic response she could have possibly come up with. she regretted it as soon as the words escaped her lips, being unable to take them back. however, she was glad that, just as she finished speaking, elliot was distracted so easily by some girls walking by. she rolled her eyes and let him disappear off in the distance of the hallway, walking back inside her class and taking a seat. twat, wanker, stupid asshole! she murmured under her breath, running a hand through her hair.

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credit , to me
tagged , mister elliot alexander reese, aka dyl.
music , all the 2AM club songs, yayayay.
outfit , clickers, bby.
words , THREE EIGHT NINE
notes , if you want to keep this going, let’s just do after that class?