Let me tell you something, jackass!

I don’t even want to believe that the Like Series is over. That series was like a lifestyle, okay! I would wake up in the morning, grab my phone, read the newest chapter, and then get out of bed. I am not okay with this end. I am not okay.

badassbettyrizzo:

RIGHT?! It was really the highlight of my day, every day!

fictorium:

Mirandy - Andy loses her footing and falls down the stairs when she sees Miranda and Stephen fighting

“…waiting for her again,” Stephen finishes, and Andy finds herself frozen on the stairs, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. Why—why—did she listen to two spoiled brats? Any moron could see that getting the staff into trouble must be one of their favourite games. 

And then Miranda sees her.

Andy thought she understood what it meant to be subject to a withering glare, but this one feels like it actually might kill her. What’s worse, what makes it so much worse is how hurt Miranda looks. If this is what vulnerability looks like on her, no wonder she never lets anyone see it.

Words are beyond her, and so Andy places the book on the top step as Stephen storms out. She’s intent on crawling home to die when her heel snags on the carpet. After that, it kind of happens in slow motion, and she just about has the presence of mind to stretch out her arms in the hope of breaking her fall.

She can hear the twins giggling when she finally lands at the foot of the curved staircase. It’s hard to say which part of her hurts most, but her knees are certainly screaming about something. Andy tries to get up, to dust herself off and try to recover some scrap of her pride, but every bone in her body seems to protest as she tries.

And then Miranda is there. Andy actually kind of expected her to ignore the embarrassing fall, other than perhaps inspecting the stairs for signs of damage. To say that Miranda is cold would be an understatement, and uncaring is certainly the image she works carefully to maintain. That’s why it’s so weird when Andy feels a cool palm pressed against her cheek, and even weirder when Miranda is speaking loudly enough for her voice to be considered a normal volume.

“Andrea,” she calls out, apparently concerned by Andy’s lack of response. Andy is trying, but her head is killing her and everything is kind of black and fuzzy around the edges. “You’ll be okay,” she hears Miranda say as everything begins to fade out. “I’m here.”

This calls for a sequel.