LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
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geminiy
v tired
Gen’s hands refused to stop shaking even after her grip on the hem of her cardigan had turned her knuckles pale. Her finger pulsated with waves of pain from the tear in the depth of her nail bed, her nose scrunching up with each thump of discomfort. Stupid fucking Nate and his stupid fucking face breaking her stupid fucking nail.
The blood in her veins continued to boil, the roaring sound of the stadium drowned out by the endless heartbeat thumping in her ears. How dare Nate think he was so high and mighty that he could expose Chas and Seb on Twitter? Sure, Chas was no angel, but no one deserved to have intimate moments exposed online for everyone to see, especially when involved the sensitive topic of same-sex relationships.
There had barely been time for a reaction before Adriane was in front of Gen, whisking her away to find Chas and Seb. She cared? Perhaps that shouldn’t have surprised Gen, Adri wasn’t the heartless bitch a lot of people made her out to be, but it wasn’t typically in her nature to be all soft and caring. But Gen did not protest, following after Adri in long strides until they met up with Chas and Seb under the bleachers.
She really hadn’t wanted to be the one that broke the news to the pair but luckily enough, Adri spoke for her. Gen watched as the two turned their attention to their phones, their faces contorting into a cocktail of pain and fury. This only made Gen’s blood boil further. The look on Seb’s face alone made her want to go back and finish the job on Nate’s face. And perhaps if it hadn’t been for Adriane’s presence, she would have.
It was then that Chas was demanding to know where Nate was and, without missing a beat, Gen answered. What? She didn’t want to cause more problems but, technically speaking, pointing Chas in the right direction was simply helping out a classmate!
“Last I saw, the little bitch was still at the top of the bleachers.. When you find him, give him my best regards before you knock his ass out.” Gen explained with a quick point in Nate’s general direction. No doubt the little coward had scurried off into whatever hole he crawled out of with Evie tagging along loyally behind him. The thought of her friend brought another pang of sadness to her abdomen. She’d deal with Evie later.
The next thing she knew, Seb was crying and Gen was entirely uncertain about what to do. Dealing with intense emotions was Eli’s job, Gen was more of a ‘pick yourself up and dust yourself off’ sort of girl. But Seb didn’t need a pep talk and a makeover, he needed a shoulder to cry on.
“What do we do?” Gen whispered to Adriane, her brain racing a thousand miles a minute. Seb dropped to the ground and pulled his knees up to his chest as the sobs shook his body. Oh no. What was she supposed to do about that? She wasn’t entirely certain. But there was an answer in the question that popped into her mind. What would Eli do?
Gen walked over slowly, crouching down carefully beside him. Reaching a hand out carefully, Gen began to rub smooth circles on his upper back. She remained quiet as she listened to him cry. Physical touch was supposed to be calming, right? Ugh, why are emotions so difficult.
A small figure popped around the corner of the bleachers, her face contorted in worry. Charlie, an absolute angel of the moment, quickly rushed to Seb’s side, her hands grasping his shoulders as she began speaking to him. Giving them room, Gen stood up, wobbling slightly as her heel got stuck in the grass.
“I’ve got this Gen.” Charlie spoke softly, offering a soft smile over her shoulder.
“Okay. Text me if you need me, girl.” Gen answered, turning to Adri. “We should probably give them some space.”
Gen left the spot under the bleachers, a sinking feeling capturing her body. She felt awful. She had been one of the people who saw them in the first place, why hadn’t she stopped them then? Before Evie could have gone blabbing to Nate, before those pictures had been taken, before the night turned from fun to catastrophe. Gen was just as much to blame and she knew it. Against her better judgement, she looked over to Adriane.
“Look, it's probably going to get out so I might as well tell you that I was there, when the picture was taken I mean. Chase pointed them out and I couldn’t stop them, I didn’t stop them. But I swear I had nothing to do with that picture.” Gen found herself trying to justify herself to Adri, her words certain and carefully chosen. Why Adri of all people? She really didn’t know. “I’m gonna kill Nate. The next time I see him, he’s walking away with more than a hit to the ego and a cut on his cheek. How dare he do this?”
The blood in her veins continued to boil, the roaring sound of the stadium drowned out by the endless heartbeat thumping in her ears. How dare Nate think he was so high and mighty that he could expose Chas and Seb on Twitter? Sure, Chas was no angel, but no one deserved to have intimate moments exposed online for everyone to see, especially when involved the sensitive topic of same-sex relationships.
There had barely been time for a reaction before Adriane was in front of Gen, whisking her away to find Chas and Seb. She cared? Perhaps that shouldn’t have surprised Gen, Adri wasn’t the heartless bitch a lot of people made her out to be, but it wasn’t typically in her nature to be all soft and caring. But Gen did not protest, following after Adri in long strides until they met up with Chas and Seb under the bleachers.
She really hadn’t wanted to be the one that broke the news to the pair but luckily enough, Adri spoke for her. Gen watched as the two turned their attention to their phones, their faces contorting into a cocktail of pain and fury. This only made Gen’s blood boil further. The look on Seb’s face alone made her want to go back and finish the job on Nate’s face. And perhaps if it hadn’t been for Adriane’s presence, she would have.
It was then that Chas was demanding to know where Nate was and, without missing a beat, Gen answered. What? She didn’t want to cause more problems but, technically speaking, pointing Chas in the right direction was simply helping out a classmate!
“Last I saw, the little bitch was still at the top of the bleachers.. When you find him, give him my best regards before you knock his ass out.” Gen explained with a quick point in Nate’s general direction. No doubt the little coward had scurried off into whatever hole he crawled out of with Evie tagging along loyally behind him. The thought of her friend brought another pang of sadness to her abdomen. She’d deal with Evie later.
The next thing she knew, Seb was crying and Gen was entirely uncertain about what to do. Dealing with intense emotions was Eli’s job, Gen was more of a ‘pick yourself up and dust yourself off’ sort of girl. But Seb didn’t need a pep talk and a makeover, he needed a shoulder to cry on.
“What do we do?” Gen whispered to Adriane, her brain racing a thousand miles a minute. Seb dropped to the ground and pulled his knees up to his chest as the sobs shook his body. Oh no. What was she supposed to do about that? She wasn’t entirely certain. But there was an answer in the question that popped into her mind. What would Eli do?
Gen walked over slowly, crouching down carefully beside him. Reaching a hand out carefully, Gen began to rub smooth circles on his upper back. She remained quiet as she listened to him cry. Physical touch was supposed to be calming, right? Ugh, why are emotions so difficult.
A small figure popped around the corner of the bleachers, her face contorted in worry. Charlie, an absolute angel of the moment, quickly rushed to Seb’s side, her hands grasping his shoulders as she began speaking to him. Giving them room, Gen stood up, wobbling slightly as her heel got stuck in the grass.
“I’ve got this Gen.” Charlie spoke softly, offering a soft smile over her shoulder.
“Okay. Text me if you need me, girl.” Gen answered, turning to Adri. “We should probably give them some space.”
Gen left the spot under the bleachers, a sinking feeling capturing her body. She felt awful. She had been one of the people who saw them in the first place, why hadn’t she stopped them then? Before Evie could have gone blabbing to Nate, before those pictures had been taken, before the night turned from fun to catastrophe. Gen was just as much to blame and she knew it. Against her better judgement, she looked over to Adriane.
“Look, it's probably going to get out so I might as well tell you that I was there, when the picture was taken I mean. Chase pointed them out and I couldn’t stop them, I didn’t stop them. But I swear I had nothing to do with that picture.” Gen found herself trying to justify herself to Adri, her words certain and carefully chosen. Why Adri of all people? She really didn’t know. “I’m gonna kill Nate. The next time I see him, he’s walking away with more than a hit to the ego and a cut on his cheek. How dare he do this?”
location
bleachers
mood
furious, guilty
outfit
fit
tags
chas
hery
seb
LowkeyLovingLoki
adri & nate (mentioned)
Winona
evie (mentioned)
jasmyn
coded by natasha.
geminiy
v tired
“You actually found someone?” One of the many frantic stage managers asked with raised eyebrows. Charlie grinned and nodded proudly, her hands resting confidently on her hips.
“Of course I did! Ask and ye shall receive.” Charlie giggled, the smile plastering her face. They didn’t need to know it was Lin, nor did they need to know that he was entirely unprepared and only agreed because it was Charlie. Well, not just Charlie, it was Charlie dressed like Kim Possible which clearly he had a major thing for. Was it cheating? Of course not, only strategic winning.
With the stage managers rushing off to fix the set list and inform the band, Charlie was left outside the tent. Her phone was blowing up in her pocket again though she was just going to have to ignore them. She had a performance to do!
Heading back inside the tent, Charlie picked up her phone and lodged it on the table in front of the mirror, stretching herself forward to see her makeup up close. Fixing a few stray smudges and pinning down a few rogue hairs, Charlie smiled once again and closed up her kit, throwing it back into her bag. Walking up to Amy, she looked her over and her smile only grew.
“Oh we are totally gonna kill this, Ames.” Charlie chirped, bumping her hip into Amy’s with a laugh. “Come on, let’s go warm up. Performance is in ten.”
On their way over to the warm-up area, Charlie’s nosiness got the better of her. Pausing her walk, she made her way back over to her phone and unlocked the screen. She had only meant to see what was going on and then silence her phone, her intentions had been good. But then Chas and Seb were having a mutual fallout on Twitter and soon enough, a full scale community argument broke out and no one seemed to be noticing how frantic Seb’s messages seemed to be getting. Charlie’s face dropped. She had to perform, there was no other option, she didn’t have time for this.
But she messaged Seb anyways. Perhaps they had gotten off on a bad foot due to Charlie’s dislike of Chas but Seb was a good person. If no one else was going to even try to give a shit, Charlie was not about to leave him alone in a time of need.
“Amy I gotta go.” Charlie said quietly, staring down at her phone screen as she typed out a carefully worded DM to Seb. “Seb’s alone and he’s having a panic attack, I’ve gotta go. He can’t be alone, I refuse to let him be alone.”
Her words became more rushed as her mind switched off, focused only on two things: find Lake and get to Seb. She was operating on a limited timespan but at that point, fuck the performance. He was alone, scared, panicking, probably feeling so many different flavours of hurt that Charlie could never understand and everyone was too busy trying to pick fights to help him. Then there was Briar. Charlie really hadn’t meant to be a bitch but it happened, her mouth flying before her brain could catch up. She wasn’t really in the mood for making enemies but Charlie couldn’t give less of a shit if a new kid disliked her. People were in need, what else mattered?
Charlie spun around to face Amy, her face pale even under the blush and bronzer. Charlie had no clue why she was getting involved, she was fairly certain she was the last person Seb wanted to be seeing anyways, but she was at least going to try. Everyone else was silent, too busy absorbed in their own drama to care about their peers.
“I’ve gotta go find Seb. He’s alone and he needs someone.” Charlie explained with a more calm tone. “If the stage managers ask, I’m… Oh! I’m throwing up! Yeah if they ask, I’m puking from the stress. Tell them I’ll be back though. Just buy me some time!”
Shoving her phone in her pocket, Charlie burst out of the tent and straight into the chest of Luca, a chest that the significantly smaller girl bounced right off of. Luckily, his hands gripped her shoulders and kept her upright as she stumbled backwards, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.
“I’ve gotta go, a friend needs me. I’ll be back, but I’ve got to go.” Charlie rushed, patting Luca’s hand on her shoulder as she spun out of the way and around Luca. “If the stage managers ask, I’m puking profusely in the bathroom!”
With those final words, Charlie took off in a sprint. Her eyes were scanning the bleachers and the field for Lake, her heart pounding against the inside of her ribcage. Each step she took as she bounded across the field counted down the valuable seconds she had until the performance. Fuck. What if she didn’t get back on time? Would they start without her? Would they wait? Either way, Charlie was fucking up the entire performance. Leave it to her to screw a good thing up.
Spotting Lake, Charlie picked up the pace and raced over to him. She nearly skidded right into him as she pulled herself to a halt, her chest heaving with laboured breaths.
“Seb. Needs. You.” Charlie panted. “Have to go find him.”
Charlie did not wait for an answer, grabbing Lake by the hand and pulling him along behind her as she sprinted around the back of the bleachers, scanning every nook and cranny for Seb. Where was he? Her calves burned as she ran, her grip on Lake’s hand not loosening. She was certainly on a role of stealing people and dragging them around, now wasn’t she?
Finally she heard Seb. A gentle cry, just barely detectable over the roar of the crowd. For anyone not paying attention, the noise would have been lost in the crowd. But for Charlie, it was enough to tell her where he was.
Bursting around the corner, Charlie was more than shocked to find both Gen and Adriane there, Gen crouched awkwardly by Seb’s side. Charlie stopped running and dropped to a crouch in front of Seb as she grabbed his shoulders gently, attempting to make eye contact as she gently began to speak.
“Hey, shh, we’re here now.” Charlie spoke, forcing her voice to be level and calm despite the burning ache in her chest. “You’re not alone, we’re here for you. Everything is going to be okay, Lake’s here too.”
Looking over her shoulder slightly to Gen, who was standing awkwardly behind her, Charlie forced another smile to her face.
“I’ve got this, Gen.” Charlie reassured, her thumbs gently rubbing the sides of Seb’s arms.
With a nod, Gen and Adri left the tent leaving her, Seb, and Lake alone. With the privacy now available, Charlie’s face softened. Anxiety burst through her chest, telling her to get back to the stage, but she couldn’t leave Seb yet. And she certainly wasn’t going to show that anxiety, not when someone needed her. She needed to be strong for everyone. All she could hope was that the managers were going to buy the whole ‘getting sick in the bathroom’ thing to give her enough time.
“It's okay, we’re here now. You’re not alone. I’m here for you. And I brought Lake too. Try to breathe for me, okay? Deep breath in, deep breath out.” Charlie reassured, pulling him forwards into a hug. “You’re safe. Everything is going to be okay.”
“Of course I did! Ask and ye shall receive.” Charlie giggled, the smile plastering her face. They didn’t need to know it was Lin, nor did they need to know that he was entirely unprepared and only agreed because it was Charlie. Well, not just Charlie, it was Charlie dressed like Kim Possible which clearly he had a major thing for. Was it cheating? Of course not, only strategic winning.
With the stage managers rushing off to fix the set list and inform the band, Charlie was left outside the tent. Her phone was blowing up in her pocket again though she was just going to have to ignore them. She had a performance to do!
Heading back inside the tent, Charlie picked up her phone and lodged it on the table in front of the mirror, stretching herself forward to see her makeup up close. Fixing a few stray smudges and pinning down a few rogue hairs, Charlie smiled once again and closed up her kit, throwing it back into her bag. Walking up to Amy, she looked her over and her smile only grew.
“Oh we are totally gonna kill this, Ames.” Charlie chirped, bumping her hip into Amy’s with a laugh. “Come on, let’s go warm up. Performance is in ten.”
On their way over to the warm-up area, Charlie’s nosiness got the better of her. Pausing her walk, she made her way back over to her phone and unlocked the screen. She had only meant to see what was going on and then silence her phone, her intentions had been good. But then Chas and Seb were having a mutual fallout on Twitter and soon enough, a full scale community argument broke out and no one seemed to be noticing how frantic Seb’s messages seemed to be getting. Charlie’s face dropped. She had to perform, there was no other option, she didn’t have time for this.
But she messaged Seb anyways. Perhaps they had gotten off on a bad foot due to Charlie’s dislike of Chas but Seb was a good person. If no one else was going to even try to give a shit, Charlie was not about to leave him alone in a time of need.
“Amy I gotta go.” Charlie said quietly, staring down at her phone screen as she typed out a carefully worded DM to Seb. “Seb’s alone and he’s having a panic attack, I’ve gotta go. He can’t be alone, I refuse to let him be alone.”
Her words became more rushed as her mind switched off, focused only on two things: find Lake and get to Seb. She was operating on a limited timespan but at that point, fuck the performance. He was alone, scared, panicking, probably feeling so many different flavours of hurt that Charlie could never understand and everyone was too busy trying to pick fights to help him. Then there was Briar. Charlie really hadn’t meant to be a bitch but it happened, her mouth flying before her brain could catch up. She wasn’t really in the mood for making enemies but Charlie couldn’t give less of a shit if a new kid disliked her. People were in need, what else mattered?
Charlie spun around to face Amy, her face pale even under the blush and bronzer. Charlie had no clue why she was getting involved, she was fairly certain she was the last person Seb wanted to be seeing anyways, but she was at least going to try. Everyone else was silent, too busy absorbed in their own drama to care about their peers.
“I’ve gotta go find Seb. He’s alone and he needs someone.” Charlie explained with a more calm tone. “If the stage managers ask, I’m… Oh! I’m throwing up! Yeah if they ask, I’m puking from the stress. Tell them I’ll be back though. Just buy me some time!”
Shoving her phone in her pocket, Charlie burst out of the tent and straight into the chest of Luca, a chest that the significantly smaller girl bounced right off of. Luckily, his hands gripped her shoulders and kept her upright as she stumbled backwards, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.
“I’ve gotta go, a friend needs me. I’ll be back, but I’ve got to go.” Charlie rushed, patting Luca’s hand on her shoulder as she spun out of the way and around Luca. “If the stage managers ask, I’m puking profusely in the bathroom!”
With those final words, Charlie took off in a sprint. Her eyes were scanning the bleachers and the field for Lake, her heart pounding against the inside of her ribcage. Each step she took as she bounded across the field counted down the valuable seconds she had until the performance. Fuck. What if she didn’t get back on time? Would they start without her? Would they wait? Either way, Charlie was fucking up the entire performance. Leave it to her to screw a good thing up.
Spotting Lake, Charlie picked up the pace and raced over to him. She nearly skidded right into him as she pulled herself to a halt, her chest heaving with laboured breaths.
“Seb. Needs. You.” Charlie panted. “Have to go find him.”
Charlie did not wait for an answer, grabbing Lake by the hand and pulling him along behind her as she sprinted around the back of the bleachers, scanning every nook and cranny for Seb. Where was he? Her calves burned as she ran, her grip on Lake’s hand not loosening. She was certainly on a role of stealing people and dragging them around, now wasn’t she?
Finally she heard Seb. A gentle cry, just barely detectable over the roar of the crowd. For anyone not paying attention, the noise would have been lost in the crowd. But for Charlie, it was enough to tell her where he was.
Bursting around the corner, Charlie was more than shocked to find both Gen and Adriane there, Gen crouched awkwardly by Seb’s side. Charlie stopped running and dropped to a crouch in front of Seb as she grabbed his shoulders gently, attempting to make eye contact as she gently began to speak.
“Hey, shh, we’re here now.” Charlie spoke, forcing her voice to be level and calm despite the burning ache in her chest. “You’re not alone, we’re here for you. Everything is going to be okay, Lake’s here too.”
Looking over her shoulder slightly to Gen, who was standing awkwardly behind her, Charlie forced another smile to her face.
“I’ve got this, Gen.” Charlie reassured, her thumbs gently rubbing the sides of Seb’s arms.
With a nod, Gen and Adri left the tent leaving her, Seb, and Lake alone. With the privacy now available, Charlie’s face softened. Anxiety burst through her chest, telling her to get back to the stage, but she couldn’t leave Seb yet. And she certainly wasn’t going to show that anxiety, not when someone needed her. She needed to be strong for everyone. All she could hope was that the managers were going to buy the whole ‘getting sick in the bathroom’ thing to give her enough time.
“It's okay, we’re here now. You’re not alone. I’m here for you. And I brought Lake too. Try to breathe for me, okay? Deep breath in, deep breath out.” Charlie reassured, pulling him forwards into a hug. “You’re safe. Everything is going to be okay.”
location
under the bleachers
mood
anxious
outfit
kim possible lookin' ass
tags
lin (mentioned)
ohdittoh
amy
Kitsune2202
luca
Daniel Reaving
lake
Taelonthesands
adri (mentioned)
Winona
seb
LowkeyLovingLoki
gen (mentioned)coded by natasha.
geminiy
v tired
The entire night was, as far as Elias was concerned, royally fucked. He was in no mood to fight with the others to get them back on board, definitely not in the mood to go round up the strays. He was tired and, by all accounts, just wanted to go home. First the entire school blew up on Twitter, then he ran into a passive-aggressive Charlie, then his plans with Ken got cancelled, and now the team was scattered to the breeze and entirely unmotivated.
Eli placed his head in his hands and let out a heavy sigh. How long would it be before word got out to the whole school about Chas and Seb? The fallout would be devastating for them. And what about the cheer team? They were a total mess! Cheerleaders were always responsible for the halftime show and there they all were completely broken apart and crumbling under the slightest amount of pressure.
Kennedy’s sweet voice brought Eli back to reality as he looked up to the girl, the tension on his face softening slightly. At her question, Eli gave a sad shrug as he shook his head.
“I don’t know. Revenge, I would assume.” He attempted to explain, resting his arms on his thighs. “Regardless of the reason, it's sickening. I know that Chas isn’t a wonderful person but two wrongs never make a right.”
The next thing he knew, Briar was showing up. Eli forced a friendly look onto his face, the effort required to do so scaring him slightly. But that was his job: be happy, be friendly, be kind. Even when no one else cared, Eli had to. There was no other choice.
“Anytime.” Eli said to Briar’s thank you. His back stiffened slightly at the mention of what was going on before she arrived. “It’s nothing. We were just talking about cheer.”
Elias had almost gone back to drowning in his own thoughts when a source of inspiration hit him, a source that he had never expected to be a source at all. Eli didn’t look up when Trevor asked about the cheerleaders on the field until his words hit him. Certainly Trevor hadn’t meant to spark a drive in Eli, it was definitely a happy accident. Eli looked up to the cheerleaders and began to count.
“Where is everyone? We have a performance in a few minutes.” Eli asked himself, his voice barely above a soft hum. “Holy shit, I’ve gotta go!”
Jumping off the bleachers, Eli made his way over to the group in a jog. Before he could get to the group, however, Lake was being whisked away by Charlie to who knows where. Eli sighed once again, slowing his pace and walking over to the group just in time to hear Ash talk about giving up.
“No way are we doing that.” Eli said confidently as he made his way over to the group. “Look, I know today hasn’t been ideal for anyone, but we’ve worked hard for this. We might be missing a few people but that doesn’t mean we just lay down and not perform. We have a job to do.”
Eli thought for a moment, growing quiet as he assessed the team. Okay, so maybe they were missing more than a ‘few’ people, but it could still work. The routine would need to change slightly and sure it might be a little less fluid, but it could work.
“Alright, we can do this. But I need everyone here on board and participating. I know it's been a really bad evening but we have tried out, we have practiced, and we have worked overly hard to be here. The fact that any of us are still standing here after what’s transpired this evening shows that no one really wants to give up, that there’s still a part of each of us that wants to perform.” Eli rambled, attempting to pull every inspirational word from his mind into a cohesive sentence. His team was not about to give up, at least not without Eli trying to save them first.
Making his way over to Nickie, Eli gave her a smile and wrapped his arm around her shoulders protectively. He had no idea how to relate to the pain she was feeling over the situation with Chas and Seb. Part of him wished he could do more to help her. The only thing Eli knew how to do was to wing it and that’s exactly what he was going to do.
“Nickie is an amazing captain who has been through a lot this evening. We are not going to let her down.” Eli continued, his voice laced with confidence. “We can’t just perform for the audience now. After what’s happened, it's more than that. We need to come through for our school and we need to come through for each other. If you’re not planning on giving 110% right now, do me a favour and see yourself to the bench. Even if I’m the only one left on this field, I’m performing. Not for the audience, but for each of you on this team. If we can’t at least try to be a beacon of fun during what seems to be the most dramatic football game in American history then who will be? We can do this, we just need to work together. There will be time for sadness and everything later. But we have a job to do now, so let’s get it done. Let’s prove it to ourselves that we’re more than this drama, more than the people who aim to ruin a good time. We can do this. Who’s with us?”
Eli placed his head in his hands and let out a heavy sigh. How long would it be before word got out to the whole school about Chas and Seb? The fallout would be devastating for them. And what about the cheer team? They were a total mess! Cheerleaders were always responsible for the halftime show and there they all were completely broken apart and crumbling under the slightest amount of pressure.
Kennedy’s sweet voice brought Eli back to reality as he looked up to the girl, the tension on his face softening slightly. At her question, Eli gave a sad shrug as he shook his head.
“I don’t know. Revenge, I would assume.” He attempted to explain, resting his arms on his thighs. “Regardless of the reason, it's sickening. I know that Chas isn’t a wonderful person but two wrongs never make a right.”
The next thing he knew, Briar was showing up. Eli forced a friendly look onto his face, the effort required to do so scaring him slightly. But that was his job: be happy, be friendly, be kind. Even when no one else cared, Eli had to. There was no other choice.
“Anytime.” Eli said to Briar’s thank you. His back stiffened slightly at the mention of what was going on before she arrived. “It’s nothing. We were just talking about cheer.”
Elias had almost gone back to drowning in his own thoughts when a source of inspiration hit him, a source that he had never expected to be a source at all. Eli didn’t look up when Trevor asked about the cheerleaders on the field until his words hit him. Certainly Trevor hadn’t meant to spark a drive in Eli, it was definitely a happy accident. Eli looked up to the cheerleaders and began to count.
“Where is everyone? We have a performance in a few minutes.” Eli asked himself, his voice barely above a soft hum. “Holy shit, I’ve gotta go!”
Jumping off the bleachers, Eli made his way over to the group in a jog. Before he could get to the group, however, Lake was being whisked away by Charlie to who knows where. Eli sighed once again, slowing his pace and walking over to the group just in time to hear Ash talk about giving up.
“No way are we doing that.” Eli said confidently as he made his way over to the group. “Look, I know today hasn’t been ideal for anyone, but we’ve worked hard for this. We might be missing a few people but that doesn’t mean we just lay down and not perform. We have a job to do.”
Eli thought for a moment, growing quiet as he assessed the team. Okay, so maybe they were missing more than a ‘few’ people, but it could still work. The routine would need to change slightly and sure it might be a little less fluid, but it could work.
“Alright, we can do this. But I need everyone here on board and participating. I know it's been a really bad evening but we have tried out, we have practiced, and we have worked overly hard to be here. The fact that any of us are still standing here after what’s transpired this evening shows that no one really wants to give up, that there’s still a part of each of us that wants to perform.” Eli rambled, attempting to pull every inspirational word from his mind into a cohesive sentence. His team was not about to give up, at least not without Eli trying to save them first.
Making his way over to Nickie, Eli gave her a smile and wrapped his arm around her shoulders protectively. He had no idea how to relate to the pain she was feeling over the situation with Chas and Seb. Part of him wished he could do more to help her. The only thing Eli knew how to do was to wing it and that’s exactly what he was going to do.
“Nickie is an amazing captain who has been through a lot this evening. We are not going to let her down.” Eli continued, his voice laced with confidence. “We can’t just perform for the audience now. After what’s happened, it's more than that. We need to come through for our school and we need to come through for each other. If you’re not planning on giving 110% right now, do me a favour and see yourself to the bench. Even if I’m the only one left on this field, I’m performing. Not for the audience, but for each of you on this team. If we can’t at least try to be a beacon of fun during what seems to be the most dramatic football game in American history then who will be? We can do this, we just need to work together. There will be time for sadness and everything later. But we have a job to do now, so let’s get it done. Let’s prove it to ourselves that we’re more than this drama, more than the people who aim to ruin a good time. We can do this. Who’s with us?”
location
field
mood
feeling like he's in one of those sappy coming of age movies
outfit
cheer uniform
tags
kennedy
jasmyn
trevor & nickie
ohdittoh
ash
Winona
briar
Zatanna
mimi
natsukashii
callum
hery
lake (mentioned)
Taelonthesands
coded by natasha.
Taelonthesands
Tell the Tale that Brings you Joy
code by valen t.
ohdittoh
still kicking :)
@therealnickieabrams
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MOOD || getting over it, just a little bit.
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OUTFIT || cheer uniform
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LOCATION || the sidelines
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INTERACTIONS ||
Winona
(ash),
geminiy
(elias),
natsukashii
(mimi)
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MENTIONS || chas, sebastian, hunter, ronnie, the cheerleaders that are not present
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OUTFIT || cheer uniform
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LOCATION || the sidelines
filler
INTERACTIONS ||
Winona
(ash),
geminiy
(elias),
natsukashii
(mimi)filler
MENTIONS || chas, sebastian, hunter, ronnie, the cheerleaders that are not present
"You got this, Nicks!"
It was a faint, but the voice that Nickie heard made her ears perk up, and she looked in the direction that it had come from.
Her broken heart caught up in her throat, and she choked out a small "thanks".
Hunter. Hunter. Hunter. It was Hunter. Hunter, smiling, bidding her a thumbs up. Smiling.
Even though she knew and told herself in her head that he would hate her if he knew the reason why she was crying, she felt something swell in her chest.
You got this, Nicks! His words echoed in her head as she looked at him, and when Ronnie, beside him, joined in, she felt a strange burn that was a mix of confidence and the urge to prove herself.
She'd just made a fool of herself, getting out on this field on her first effing day of being co-captain and buckling on her knees while holding back tears. She would, most likely, get a stern talking to by the coach, if not be fired from her position. She knew how much she had failed.
But those words gave her a little bit of hope that she could do this, despite her broken heart and despite the swelling of tears in her eyes and her blurred vision.
Plus, who would she be to let that little Ronnie girl look down upon her?
"Thank you," she mouthed once more, and a small, itsy-bitsy smile teased at her lips. It wasn't confident, nor was it the most evident thing, but it was there, and it was...genuine once again.
She looked at Mimi, who was at her side, and at her words, she gave a wider, if wobbly, smile. "I-I...I'll be fine. You don't have to be there for me-- be there for yourself first. We're going to perform," she said, in her scratchy voice.
Ash's worrying didn't register in her head, and, as Eli talked, Nickie felt the brokenness of her heart fall to the wayside.
It'd just as broken after the game; right now, it didn't need her attention. Her squad did. Her team was worrying.
Nickie was one of their leaders. It wasn't her job to sit by and cry. It wasn't her job to mope about or whine in the game or fall down and embarrass herself, and, if she did any of that, it was not her squad's job to pick her up.
The coach's words floated into her conscience. "Now, I won't say that there's no crying in cheer. I will say, though, that the crying we do here is part of our work. There are four things we need to work: blood, sweat, trust, and tears. The last of those things is okay, as long as you learn how to manage it. The tears, however, have no place on the field. Performing isn't a you thing. It's an us thing."
Right.
She could do this. She could be a leader. She was a leader, and now was her time to help lead.
"I'm with you," Nickie said, stepping forward. Her voice was as firm and as confident she could muster, and she looked around at the remains of her squad. "This isn't about what's going on out there right now. I apologize for me crying, but this isn't about me, and it isn't about Sebastian or C--..." At trying to say Chas' name, she felt herself grow choked up, but she shook her head and move on. "This isn't about any one of us. It's about all of us as a body. Half of us aren't here, for some reason...but that's not important, okay? We're not here to worried about those not dedicated enough to this squad, and we aren't here to worry about what's going on out there. I'm not here to cry, Ash's not here to worry...none of this may be going right, but that's not important."
Though her voice was scratchy, her eyes watery, and her knees shaky, Nickie continued with a fierceness in her voice. "Why are we here? To support the team. If we can't do that, then there's no point. We're going to get out on this field, and we're going to do a good job, end of story. We didn't come here to let everyone down. We've worked so hard for this-- not just me, not just Eli, but all of us, okay? There is no 'giving up' at this point. There is no 'backing down' at this point." She looked out at the empty field, and then up to the monitor. "Three minutes. We've got three minutes until we perform. In those three minutes, we're not going to worry, we're not going to cry. We're going to pick ourselves up, put on our game faces...and then, once those three minutes are up, we're going to get out there and kick some ass, okay?"
So much for not cursing, but she was feeling it.
"I won't ask 'who's with me'. I'll ask: will you trust in me enough, as one of your captains, to follow my lead and set an example for the whole school and for the others around us of exactly who we are? Will you prove to them what we're made of? Will you show them that we're more than just flowery boys or prissy girls? Will you prove to them that we don't frolic in the meadows or giggle and cry in practice?" She smiled boldly. "Will you show them that we run this shit?"
It was a faint, but the voice that Nickie heard made her ears perk up, and she looked in the direction that it had come from.
Her broken heart caught up in her throat, and she choked out a small "thanks".
Hunter. Hunter. Hunter. It was Hunter. Hunter, smiling, bidding her a thumbs up. Smiling.
Even though she knew and told herself in her head that he would hate her if he knew the reason why she was crying, she felt something swell in her chest.
You got this, Nicks! His words echoed in her head as she looked at him, and when Ronnie, beside him, joined in, she felt a strange burn that was a mix of confidence and the urge to prove herself.
She'd just made a fool of herself, getting out on this field on her first effing day of being co-captain and buckling on her knees while holding back tears. She would, most likely, get a stern talking to by the coach, if not be fired from her position. She knew how much she had failed.
But those words gave her a little bit of hope that she could do this, despite her broken heart and despite the swelling of tears in her eyes and her blurred vision.
Plus, who would she be to let that little Ronnie girl look down upon her?
"Thank you," she mouthed once more, and a small, itsy-bitsy smile teased at her lips. It wasn't confident, nor was it the most evident thing, but it was there, and it was...genuine once again.
She looked at Mimi, who was at her side, and at her words, she gave a wider, if wobbly, smile. "I-I...I'll be fine. You don't have to be there for me-- be there for yourself first. We're going to perform," she said, in her scratchy voice.
Ash's worrying didn't register in her head, and, as Eli talked, Nickie felt the brokenness of her heart fall to the wayside.
It'd just as broken after the game; right now, it didn't need her attention. Her squad did. Her team was worrying.
Nickie was one of their leaders. It wasn't her job to sit by and cry. It wasn't her job to mope about or whine in the game or fall down and embarrass herself, and, if she did any of that, it was not her squad's job to pick her up.
The coach's words floated into her conscience. "Now, I won't say that there's no crying in cheer. I will say, though, that the crying we do here is part of our work. There are four things we need to work: blood, sweat, trust, and tears. The last of those things is okay, as long as you learn how to manage it. The tears, however, have no place on the field. Performing isn't a you thing. It's an us thing."
Right.
She could do this. She could be a leader. She was a leader, and now was her time to help lead.
"I'm with you," Nickie said, stepping forward. Her voice was as firm and as confident she could muster, and she looked around at the remains of her squad. "This isn't about what's going on out there right now. I apologize for me crying, but this isn't about me, and it isn't about Sebastian or C--..." At trying to say Chas' name, she felt herself grow choked up, but she shook her head and move on. "This isn't about any one of us. It's about all of us as a body. Half of us aren't here, for some reason...but that's not important, okay? We're not here to worried about those not dedicated enough to this squad, and we aren't here to worry about what's going on out there. I'm not here to cry, Ash's not here to worry...none of this may be going right, but that's not important."
Though her voice was scratchy, her eyes watery, and her knees shaky, Nickie continued with a fierceness in her voice. "Why are we here? To support the team. If we can't do that, then there's no point. We're going to get out on this field, and we're going to do a good job, end of story. We didn't come here to let everyone down. We've worked so hard for this-- not just me, not just Eli, but all of us, okay? There is no 'giving up' at this point. There is no 'backing down' at this point." She looked out at the empty field, and then up to the monitor. "Three minutes. We've got three minutes until we perform. In those three minutes, we're not going to worry, we're not going to cry. We're going to pick ourselves up, put on our game faces...and then, once those three minutes are up, we're going to get out there and kick some ass, okay?"
So much for not cursing, but she was feeling it.
"I won't ask 'who's with me'. I'll ask: will you trust in me enough, as one of your captains, to follow my lead and set an example for the whole school and for the others around us of exactly who we are? Will you prove to them what we're made of? Will you show them that we're more than just flowery boys or prissy girls? Will you prove to them that we don't frolic in the meadows or giggle and cry in practice?" She smiled boldly. "Will you show them that we run this shit?"
code by ditto (head empty go bonk)
LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
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fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
coded by weldherwings.
Kitsune2202
One Thousand Club
Amethyst K. Jones
coded by incandescent
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geminiy
v tired
Charlie’s mind was running rampant inside her skull, each thought contradicting the next as they crashed into one another. She had to be everywhere and nowhere all at once, involved and avoidant. Her energy was growing dull and she still had an entire performance and a party to attend to along with any more drama that transpired that evening. Not that Charlie minded being there for Seb, she’d much rather him feel safe and supported than to not be pulled thin.
There was something soothing about Lake’s voice and, without noticing it at first, Charlie found herself listening to his instructions. Deep breath in, letting the air fill the entirety of her lungs, long exhale. As Seb began to regain his composure, so did Charlie. Her mind began to calm the more she breathed, though she hoped that no one noticed the verge of anxiety she was on herself.
Seb’s words made her heart sink as her eyebrows scrunched together in worry.
“Hey, you never have to feel sorry for needing help. You never need to apologize, we are here for you whenever you need us, okay?” Charlie spoke steadily, placing a gentle hand on Seb’s knee.
Charlie couldn’t help but continuously check the time on her phone, her heart thumping against her ribcage in synchronization with each tick of each second flying by. People had left the bleachers and began to converge in front of the stage they had set up, excited voices calling for the start of the show. How long could Amy cover for her? How long until the stage managers decide to call it quits and go on without her? By the way the crowd was forming, not very long.
Pure guilt smacked into Charlie’s abdomen, her lower lip catching habitually between her teeth as she looked around. There was no way everyone in the scenario would end up happy. If she performed, she was abandoning Seb, but if she didn’t go on and chose to stay with Lake and Seb, she’d be letting Amy down. Charlie couldn’t decide what was more important: professionalism or community.
She finally came to a decision, though it pained her to do so. Looking at Seb and Lake, Charlie’s face was a portrait of regret as she slowly rose to her feet.
“I’m so sorry, I’ve got to go perform. But I’ll be back after, I promise.” Charlie apologized, dusting a few specks of dirt off of her dark green pants. “If you guys leave, please message me where you are and if you’re okay. Again, I’m so so sorry.”
And then, as she had been for the entire night, Charlie began to run. There were only a few minutes left before the show. She probably looked some level of disheveled, she hadn’t warmed up, and now, on top of everything else, she felt guilty as hell for leaving Seb and Lake. What else was she supposed to do? Give up entirely by throwing away the performance and leaving Seb and Lake anyhow? Or perhaps she should have stayed by Seb’s side, clearly he was in need.
Charlie gently pushed her way through the crowd and to the performance tent, her lungs squeezing shut with fatigue as she approached the tent. Skidding to a stop beside Amy and Kordei, Charlie bent forwards and braced herself on her knees as she let out a few heavy breaths.
“Sorry I’m late.” Charlie once again apologized, straightening her posture to allow the stitch that had formed in her side to pass. After a few more breaths, Charlie turned her attention to Kordei and smiled warmly. “Great job out there, by the way. I’m afraid I’m going to have to steal Ames, though, we’ve got a performance to kill. I promise to return her unharmed, scout’s honour.”
Charlie slipped inside the tent and made her way to a mirror, rushing to straighten out her hair that had been moved by the wind while running, dabbing at a few beads of sweat on her forehead with a tissue. Deciding that she looked put together enough to perform, Charlie turned to Amy.
“Let’s do this thing.”
Looping her arm through Amy’s, the two walked out of the back of the tent to the entrance to the stage where the managers, Luca, and Lin stood waiting. Their faces lit up as Charlie and Amy appeared through the canvas flap of the tent, one woman visibly sighing.
“Oh thank goodness you two are here, we were just about to start without you!” The woman exclaimed, motioning to the sound techs to equip the mics on Amy and Charlie. “Are you okay to perform?”
Charlie waved her hand dismissively as she carefully placed her plugs in her ear. “I’m good to go, I just ate some bad shrimp.”
Internally, Charlie winced at her own choice of words. Of all the foods, why did she choose shrimp, a food she had an absolutely horrific allergy to? If she really had eaten shrimp, she’d be at a hospital. Maybe it wasn’t Charlie’s brightest move but clearly the stage managers either didn’t know or didn’t care as they pushed Charlie and Amy to the stairs.
Breath hitching in her throat, Charlie took a few deep breaths as the managers explained the setup. First, the duet with her and Amy flowing right into Charlie’s solo. Then, without stopping, right into Lin’s song and, finally, Luca’s. The next instruction came as a change to the original plan: all four of the performers would be on the stage the entire performance, only leaving once Luca started his solo, and were encouraged to interact with one another as well as to engage with the audience.
Looking to Amy, Lin, and Luca, Charlie forced a confident smile onto her face. At least she wouldn’t be alone.
“I’m ready when you guys are.” She chirped, placing her hands on her hips. Behind her, she could hear the opening instrumental notes to her and Amy’s duet song and the sudden hollers of the crowd. “Shall we, lady and gentlemen? We enter the stage together and we stay until Luca’s solo starts, got it?” Charlie asked the three, a playful look washing over her face as she began to pick her way up the steps.Still hidden by a column of the stage, Charlie took another deep breath, smiling to her peers.
“It's showtime.”
There was something soothing about Lake’s voice and, without noticing it at first, Charlie found herself listening to his instructions. Deep breath in, letting the air fill the entirety of her lungs, long exhale. As Seb began to regain his composure, so did Charlie. Her mind began to calm the more she breathed, though she hoped that no one noticed the verge of anxiety she was on herself.
Seb’s words made her heart sink as her eyebrows scrunched together in worry.
“Hey, you never have to feel sorry for needing help. You never need to apologize, we are here for you whenever you need us, okay?” Charlie spoke steadily, placing a gentle hand on Seb’s knee.
Charlie couldn’t help but continuously check the time on her phone, her heart thumping against her ribcage in synchronization with each tick of each second flying by. People had left the bleachers and began to converge in front of the stage they had set up, excited voices calling for the start of the show. How long could Amy cover for her? How long until the stage managers decide to call it quits and go on without her? By the way the crowd was forming, not very long.
Pure guilt smacked into Charlie’s abdomen, her lower lip catching habitually between her teeth as she looked around. There was no way everyone in the scenario would end up happy. If she performed, she was abandoning Seb, but if she didn’t go on and chose to stay with Lake and Seb, she’d be letting Amy down. Charlie couldn’t decide what was more important: professionalism or community.
She finally came to a decision, though it pained her to do so. Looking at Seb and Lake, Charlie’s face was a portrait of regret as she slowly rose to her feet.
“I’m so sorry, I’ve got to go perform. But I’ll be back after, I promise.” Charlie apologized, dusting a few specks of dirt off of her dark green pants. “If you guys leave, please message me where you are and if you’re okay. Again, I’m so so sorry.”
And then, as she had been for the entire night, Charlie began to run. There were only a few minutes left before the show. She probably looked some level of disheveled, she hadn’t warmed up, and now, on top of everything else, she felt guilty as hell for leaving Seb and Lake. What else was she supposed to do? Give up entirely by throwing away the performance and leaving Seb and Lake anyhow? Or perhaps she should have stayed by Seb’s side, clearly he was in need.
Charlie gently pushed her way through the crowd and to the performance tent, her lungs squeezing shut with fatigue as she approached the tent. Skidding to a stop beside Amy and Kordei, Charlie bent forwards and braced herself on her knees as she let out a few heavy breaths.
“Sorry I’m late.” Charlie once again apologized, straightening her posture to allow the stitch that had formed in her side to pass. After a few more breaths, Charlie turned her attention to Kordei and smiled warmly. “Great job out there, by the way. I’m afraid I’m going to have to steal Ames, though, we’ve got a performance to kill. I promise to return her unharmed, scout’s honour.”
Charlie slipped inside the tent and made her way to a mirror, rushing to straighten out her hair that had been moved by the wind while running, dabbing at a few beads of sweat on her forehead with a tissue. Deciding that she looked put together enough to perform, Charlie turned to Amy.
“Let’s do this thing.”
Looping her arm through Amy’s, the two walked out of the back of the tent to the entrance to the stage where the managers, Luca, and Lin stood waiting. Their faces lit up as Charlie and Amy appeared through the canvas flap of the tent, one woman visibly sighing.
“Oh thank goodness you two are here, we were just about to start without you!” The woman exclaimed, motioning to the sound techs to equip the mics on Amy and Charlie. “Are you okay to perform?”
Charlie waved her hand dismissively as she carefully placed her plugs in her ear. “I’m good to go, I just ate some bad shrimp.”
Internally, Charlie winced at her own choice of words. Of all the foods, why did she choose shrimp, a food she had an absolutely horrific allergy to? If she really had eaten shrimp, she’d be at a hospital. Maybe it wasn’t Charlie’s brightest move but clearly the stage managers either didn’t know or didn’t care as they pushed Charlie and Amy to the stairs.
Breath hitching in her throat, Charlie took a few deep breaths as the managers explained the setup. First, the duet with her and Amy flowing right into Charlie’s solo. Then, without stopping, right into Lin’s song and, finally, Luca’s. The next instruction came as a change to the original plan: all four of the performers would be on the stage the entire performance, only leaving once Luca started his solo, and were encouraged to interact with one another as well as to engage with the audience.
Looking to Amy, Lin, and Luca, Charlie forced a confident smile onto her face. At least she wouldn’t be alone.
“I’m ready when you guys are.” She chirped, placing her hands on her hips. Behind her, she could hear the opening instrumental notes to her and Amy’s duet song and the sudden hollers of the crowd. “Shall we, lady and gentlemen? We enter the stage together and we stay until Luca’s solo starts, got it?” Charlie asked the three, a playful look washing over her face as she began to pick her way up the steps.Still hidden by a column of the stage, Charlie took another deep breath, smiling to her peers.
“It's showtime.”
location
the wing of the stage
mood
guilty, excited
outfit
kim possible lookin ass
tags
seb
LowkeyLovingLoki
lake
Taelonthesands
amy
Kitsune2202
dei
fin
lin
ohdittoh
luca
Daniel Reaving
coded by natasha.
jasmyn
Elder Member
_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
code by valen t.
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
code by valen t.
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by natasha.
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by natasha.
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
coded by weldherwings.
Kitsune2202
One Thousand Club
Antonio Elizondo
I became Insane with long bouts of terrible sanity~
coded by incandescent
mogy
your mom's friend
oates oates
If Oates didn't have a concussion from faceplanting directly into the ground, he certainly would've had one after getting sat down on the ground and pulled back up by Rome for what was like the 7th time in the last minute. For a guy that could fit into a middle school class with no problem—what for his face, what for his height—he was hella strong. Of course, dancers worked on their bodies daily, so it did make sense that he was stronger than an average twink, but if Oates and Rome were to arm wrestle for whatever reason, there was a very high probability of the shorter boy taking the win. Maybe if this hypothetical arm wrestling match wasn't so hypothetical, the two boys could even go to hooters afterward to look at boobs, or whatever it was that straight boys did after fun straight person activities. Happy heterosexual day, everybody!
By the time the two boys managed to navigate their way to the nurse's office—most certainly leaving droplets of blood behind them like they were some Carrie gay platonic version of Hansel and Gretel—the nosebleed eventually stopped, rendering the whole adventure to the nurse's office pointless. But it was what it was.
The nurse was helpful, at least, and explained to Oates how to wash the bloodstains from his cheer uniform, and also told him to come in if he felt the symptoms of a mild concussion, but basically diagnosing him with 'little wuss complex'. She was like the only person that cared about him, and you know what... Callum could learn a thing or two from her.
Pass a few minutes more, and Oates was now by his locker, getting out his spare clothes, which were just a plain gray shirt and shorts he had there just in case he faceplanted and bled all over his cheer uniform. "So, in conclusion, I don't understand why there isn't a bonsai tree forest. You can't say it wouldn't be amazing to walk around pretending you're like a giant or Godzilla or that lady from Monsters vs. Aliens."
coded by natasha.
LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
mogy
your mom's friend
oates oates
Even if the two didn't seem to stop fighting in the last few days, Callum still managed to find new but effective ways to make Oates' mood considerably worse time and time again, this particular time not even being in the same room, but doing it via a single text message. How can he think I don't love him? Almost gripping disbelief flowed through his mind, what from Callum genuinely thinking that Oates didn't care for him, what from now knowing how it felt to be asked the darn question he kept asking Callum over and over again. Did the taller boy feel what Oates felt at this moment? Was that the reason he didn't want to answer the said question? It had to be...
Right?
On the outside, a smile seemingly always on the boy's face slowly faded as his eyes said things. Not that his friend had noticed, having been on his own phone as well. Oates felt too many things to handle at once and wanted to just run away and not look back at whoever was waiting for him—but he couldn't do that to Callum, he couldn't disappoint him once again.
Taking off his clothes, keeping on only his corgi briefs and his socks, the boy put the dirty uniform in a bag, exchanging it with the spare clothes mentioned in a previous post (don't judge me, Karen—I haven't even mentioned your DIY glue snorting problem). He put on the black running shorts and was going to say something to Rome about what Callum stated, but, before he could, a voice startled him, his eyes looking up and settling on the one person he didn't want to see, the person whose tone was less than satisfied with whatever it was that was wrong now. Callum.
Rome spoke next, and his tone was tired, most probably annoyed. He tried to defend, or just explain what the two were doing, but Oates was familiar with how Callum talked when he was bothered, and that was definitely it. Quickly putting on his plain grey shirt (also for running), he looked Callum straight in the eyes, and everything he wanted to say just vanished from his mind. All the arguments and reasons or the things he thought because he was upset. His mind was a clean slate, but it probably wasn't for the best.
Wiping his forming tears with the back of his hands before taking hold of Callum's, it was some time before the boy finally spoke, his voice breaking mid-sentence:
"How can you say I don't love you?"
coded by natasha.
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