So, I guess this post has been a long time in the making. The timing is terrible, and for that I apologize. I think at this point, it’s just best for me to leave and let my role open up to someone who really wants it. I wish things were different because I’ve honestly noticed a huge change in my writing since I joined this group. Anyways, I’ve had a great time rping with all of you. You’re all amazingly talented and have your characters spot on. I wish you all the best of luck, and I know I’ll be creeping this rp in the future.
-Hannah

drunkassbianca:

vinceandhoes:

Vince clenched his jaw and bit down, trying to hold back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He took a few deep breaths and noticed her hands were shaking. He wanted to reach out and grab them, comfort her somehow, but decided against it. Touching her seemed like the wrong idea right now, even though it was killing him to see her like this. “Is it Drewc-Drew?” if the conversation wasn’t so serious, he would’ve laughed at his slip up. The mention of her being pregnant killed him, and he had spent the past few months ignoring the rumors. A few of the guys had come up to him asking if he was a baby daddy, but he didn’t believe them. After all, how would they even know if she was pregnant or not? Then the anons started talking, the pregnancy proved to be true, and he had his doubts again, but he quickly came to his senses and realized it was impossible.

His eyebrows creased as he suddenly remembered something he’d read on tumblr a while back. She’d only been with three people, but never with Drewche. One was him, one was a dead guy and the other was never named, but Vince clearly remembered that it wasn’t Drewche. He remembered because it had instantly lifted his mood for the rest of the day. Vince played with the cross around his neck, his thoughts spinning. As much as he wanted to believe that Bianca simply wanted to confide in him, he knew Bianca wouldn’t be telling him any if this if it wasn’t somehow related to him, which meant he must know the father. Lowering his voice, he leaned in and spoke once again, “I know the bastard, don’t I? Is it one of the guys?” he tried to remain calm, but his blood was boiling with the thought that he actually worked with the fucker. Vince would have no choice but to kill the son of a bitch.

Bianca noticed Vince’s slip-up but didn’t comment on it. The conversation important, not one she was going to distract herself from by calling him out on things that almost seemed petty at that point. She shook her head, “Drew and I haven’t.. you know.” Between the problems Drew had when they tried and how on and off their relationship was, they had never had the chance. She hoped once everything was behind her, she’d have that opportunity. She wasn’t going to allow that pleasure to be taken away from her because of what other’s had done to her. She couldn’t keep up the eye contact with Vince for too long, so she then directed her gaze towards the ground. This conversation, this moment, it was becoming a lot for her to handle. Memories of the abortion flashed back to her and she moved her hands towards the side of the table, stabling herself. She felt as though she could pass out at any moment.

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screamandscare:gigilau:

You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

drunkassbianca:

vinceandhoes:

The ride was short and silent, save for the mainstream rap blaring from the radio. Vince wasn’t a careful driver by any means, but he wasn’t reckless either. He stopped for all the red lights and never went over the speed limit by more than twenty. He poured all his attention into maneuvering the vehicle, not knowing what to say to the girl sitting next time him. The silence was killing him but he could tell it wasn’t the time for some bullshit small talk. She seemed nervous which only fed his nerves even more. He bit his lip to stop from making a rude remark about Drewche, even though he desperately wanted to. He wanted to know what she had to say, and anything he should could just change her mind so he figured silence was the best policy at this point.

He pulled into a parking spot and glanced over at her. “Here we are…” trailing off, he realized his comment was useless. She was nervous, not fucking blind. She could see the swing sets and green lawn before them just as well as he could. Sighing, he unbuckled and got out of the car, locking it once they were both out. He wasn’t sure where they were supposed to be going, but he figured taking a seat at a picnic tabe was a safe bet. Looking down at his thumbs, he studied the dirt under them before he spoke once again. “So, here we are…” He looked up at Bianca, making eye contact. “What’s up, Bee? We can sit here and make bullshit small talk, or we can just cut to the chase. Your call.”

Even before Vince’s announcement of their arrival at the park, Bianca was already well aware of their surroundings. Her whole body felt as though it was on red alert when around Vince. Though he didn’t show intent to harm her anymore, she couldn’t forget what had been done to her before. It could be forever she warm up to him, but it wasn’t her main concern. Who knew if he’d even be in her life long enough for it to matter. While mustering up the courage to speak the words she had been waiting so long to say, she stared out at the park. She had picked it knowing it would probablybm be abandoned. No parent in their right mind would let their child outside tto play in that weather. From what she could tell, she made the right choice seeing as no one was around.
Bianca played with her hands for a few moments before she finally was ready to approach the topic. Forcing herself to look up at him, into those eyes, she began. “I’m sure you probably have heard about me being pregnant a couple of months ago… I know most people assumed the baby was yours.” She paused, taking in a deep breath before beginning again. “Do you have any idea who the father of that baby might have been? Any guesses?” She almost hoped Vince had a clue, maybe he’d put two and two together so she wouldn’t have to spell it all out for him. She waited for her response, hands shaking.

Vince clenched his jaw and bit down, trying to hold back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He took a few deep breaths and noticed her hands were shaking. He wanted to reach out and grab them, comfort her somehow, but decided against it. Touching her seemed like the wrong idea right now, even though it was killing him to see her like this. “Is it Drewc-Drew?” if the conversation wasn’t so serious, he would’ve laughed at his slip up. The mention of her being pregnant killed him, and he had spent the past few months ignoring the rumors. A few of the guys had come up to him asking if he was a baby daddy, but he didn’t believe them. After all, how would they even know if she was pregnant or not? Then the anons started talking, the pregnancy proved to be true, and he had his doubts again, but he quickly came to his senses and realized it was impossible.

His eyebrows creased as he suddenly remembered something he’d read on tumblr a while back. She’d only been with three people, but never with Drewche. One was him, one was a dead guy and the other was never named, but Vince clearly remembered that it wasn’t Drewche. He remembered because it had instantly lifted his mood for the rest of the day. Vince played with the cross around his neck, his thoughts spinning. As much as he wanted to believe that Bianca simply wanted to confide in him, he knew Bianca wouldn’t be telling him any if this if it wasn’t somehow related to him, which meant he must know the father. Lowering his voice, he leaned in and spoke once again, “I know the bastard, don’t I? Is it one of the guys?” he tried to remain calm, but his blood was boiling with the thought that he actually worked with the fucker. Vince would have no choice but to kill the son of a bitch.

vinceandhoes:

Vince took one last look at his brother lying on the couch before loudly pulling the door shut and locking it. Being quiet didn’t matter, Mace wouldn’t wake up for at least another hour and a half. He on the other hand had been up for most of the night worrying about this…

The ride was short and silent, save for the mainstream rap blaring from the radio. Vince wasn’t a careful driver by any means, but he wasn’t reckless either. He stopped for all the red lights and never went over the speed limit by more than twenty. He poured all his attention into maneuvering the vehicle, not knowing what to say to the girl sitting next time him. The silence was killing him but he could tell it wasn’t the time for some bullshit small talk. She seemed nervous which only fed his nerves even more. He bit his lip to stop from making a rude remark about Drewche, even though he desperately wanted to. He wanted to know what she had to say, and anything he should could just change her mind so he figured silence was the best policy at this point.

He pulled into a parking spot and glanced over at her. “Here we are…” trailing off, he realized his comment was useless. She was nervous, not fucking blind. She could see the swing sets and green lawn before them just as well as he could. Sighing, he unbuckled and got out of the car, locking it once they were both out. He wasn’t sure where they were supposed to be going, but he figured taking a seat at a picnic tabe was a safe bet. Looking down at his thumbs, he studied the dirt under them before he spoke once again. “So, here we are…” He looked up at Bianca, making eye contact. “What’s up, Bee? We can sit here and make bullshit small talk, or we can just cut to the chase. Your call.”

Vince took one last look at his brother lying on the couch before loudly pulling the door shut and locking it. Being quiet didn’t matter, Mace wouldn’t wake up for at least another hour and a half. He on the other hand had been up for most of the night worrying about this little meet up that was about to take place. Bianca wanted to see him, and no matter how many times he reread their conversation he still couldn’t figure out why, or what she wanted to tell him. He was worried, but he didn’t want to show it. Talking about what he was feeling was never something he enjoyed. He hated it almost as much as he hated actually feeling it. Sadness, vulnerability, almost every emotion equaled weakness in his mind. It only created problems. If you didn’t give a fuck about anything, then what did you have to lose? It was when you actually cared about someone or something that things became risky and complicated. And hard as he tried, he couldn’t just not care about Bianca. There was something between them, something he felt for her that he didn’t feel for any other person on the planet. Whatever she had to tell him, it didn’t sound good. Was she in trouble? That thought kept coming back to him, eating away at his other thoughts. Whatever she needed, he would do. If it was money, well, he’d give her all he had. If it was more money than he had? Then he’d work his ass off until he had enough. It didn’t matter what it was, he wanted to help her anyway he could, and he promised himself that he would. Maybe this way he could make up for his past, and all the terrible things he did to her. She meant so much to him, and the thought of losing her made him sick.

Frowning, he opened his car door and climbed in, praying that the piece of shit would cooperate today. He turned the key slowly and let out a sigh of relief when he heard the engine come to life. He turned the volume knob all the way to the right in a desperate attempt to have the music drown out his thoughts. The ride was short and luckily for him his car seemed to be doing okay. He turned the music down a couple notches not wanting to draw in unwanted attention. He quickly typed out a quick text to Bianca telling her he was there. His fingers absentmindedly tapped against the steering wheel, and he looked out the window at the perfect houses that lined the street. Ah, what would it be like to live in those houses? To have your parents provide for you and actually give a shit about your well being? Vince assumed it had to be nice to have parents who were still alive or who actually wanted you to exist in the first place. Clicking his tongue, he rolled his eyes at how pathetic he was being. Refusing to give into his self pity, he played around with the radio until he found a station play a song he could stand. He heard something outside his car and looked up startled to see Bianca already at the passenger side. He leaned over and unlocked the door and looked at her, trying to read her facial expression for any clues as to what their conversation was going to be about. Realizing he was staring, he looked back at the road. “We’e going to the park, right?”