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barely-coherent · 9 months

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Sebastian x Elliot Headcanons

I'm down bad for these two quiet

They probably met at the dock

Imagine there's normal weather patterns and it can randomly start raining okay?

So sebastian has a computer so he probably checks the weather

Elliott has no TV, no computer so he can't check

Sebastian starts walking to the dock right before it starts raining

Elliott is already out there

And it just starts POURING

Like really coming down

Elliott is like "Oh no" and runs over asking if he can use Sebs umbrella just until he can get inside

Sebastian is like "Uh sure" and they walk over to his cabin and Elliot suddenly looks really inspired

"Thanks, I can add this to my romance book!" And rushes inside and Sebastian is just standing there like "You can h w a t"

A few days later Sebastian comes back and is like "Hey, about that umbrella thing, wtf do you mean add it to your book, I just walked you a couple feet."

And Elliott starts going off like "Okay so you know how it's the cliche kiss at the end of a date outside the front door and like sharing an umbrella gets them close? So I was thinking-"

And Sebastian just listens

And he's like "Oh no"

Cause Elliot has a really nice voice

My voice claim for him is Liam O'Brien from Vox Machina

ANYWAY

Sebastian is just like "Uh huh, cool" And walks away like "OH NO"

I imagine he goes home and texts Sam like "I think I have an idea for a song"

And Sam is like "OH HELL YEAH" cause he thinks Sebastians song will be sick as hell

And then they try it out and it's like this love song about someone being super out of their league

And Sam and Abby are like "... Man, are you good?"

And he's like "You can't laugh at me."

And they nod with their fingers crossed

"Y'know the guy that lives on the beach?"

They start nodding

"Also a loner, probably mentally ill, it checks out."

And then go over to Elliott and he's writing poetry about how he wants to kiss the carpenters son

I may be projecting but I think Sebastian falls soft and slow while Elliot falls hard and fast

So with Sebastian being like "Yeah, Elliott's lowkey fine as hell" He didn't know what to do

Also, Elliott is a stoner because I said so

One day Sebastian enters the saloon and he just REEKS of weed and Elliott just sniffs the air and is like "Perfect smoke circle acquired"

He doesn't really know how to approach Sebastian about it though

But Sam is trying to be a wingman and is like "Elliott, my bud, my pal, my good good friend, can I ask a favor?" And asks him to review the song that Sebastian wrote

Sebastian is like "Wtf are you doing?"

"Helping."

And Elliott is like "Sure, okay"

And after a while of reading it he's like "It sounds like you wrote it high. Like this doesn't seem like him, was he high?"

And Sebastian let's out a laugh and is like "They wouldn't put it past me but no, I wasn't high."

And Elliott is like "We should smoke some time, that would be fun."

And Sebastian is like "Alright fine."

ALSO MY FARMER IS ALSO A STONER

They meet up to smoke and Elliott is like "Did you know the farmer is really good at baking? Both ways too."

And Sebastian laughs

Like actually laughs as Elliott hands him a brownie

They both lie on the floor and get high and then Elliott is like "That was a love song, yeah?"

"Huh? Oh yeah."

"Hmm... Was it about someone specifically?"

Sebastian is like "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"There were a couple lines about living on the beach and not living up to a romance book expectations"

And Sebastian is like "I gotta call someone real quick" and pulls out his phone

"SAMSON WHAT THE FUCK NOW HE KNOWS"

And Elliott is like "Don't worry, I thought it was cute."

They talk it out

Elliott is like "I could take you on the best date of your life"

And Sebastian is like "The only date of my life."

Elliott is like "How much do bus tickets cost to Zuzu city?"

And Seb is like "... You ever ridden a motorcycle?"

The date is honestly pretty fun

They go to a library and Elliott buys him some new sci-fi books

They also go thrift shopping

Afterwards, Seb is like "That was fun"

And Elliott just nods with this look on his face like he's almost sad

And Sebastian is like "Do you wanna... come in?"

So Sebastian sneaks him into his room

NSFW MINORS DNI

Ngl, it probably doesn't start right away

Elliott is like "Tell me if I'm wrong but I have a feeling this room is soundproofed"

And Sebastian is like "And from that you know why I invited you in?"

And Elliott just looks at him awkwardly before Sebastian just pounces

It's a little awkward, teeth clash and their noses bump but it's perfect to them

They both chuckle a bit at the clumsiness before angling their heads for a better connection

Elliott had ditched his coat snd vest for the date so there was a lot less clothing in the way

The new hoodie Sebastian got had a zipper so there was easier removal

Elliott however had gone for a half button shirt

As he pulled it off, his hair was pulled back and Sevastian groaned at the sight

"You look good with your hair pulled back"

Elliott grinned and grabbed a hair tie from his wrist, tying it back into a ponytail

Sebastian bit his lip and pulled him back in for another kiss

As they shimmied their pants off Sebastian motioned to his desk

"Condoms, lube"

Elliott quickly got them before turning around to see Sebastian stroking himself, hand in his boxers

Elliott had to hold back a growl at Sebastians panting face

As he climbed back on the bed, Sebastian fully removed his boxers and leaned back slightly

Elliott slicked up his fingers and pushed one in

"That feel okay?"

"Mhm! More than okay."

As Elliott added a second finger Sebastian threw his head back and moaned

Elliott was a goner for his expression, pulling out his fingers and ripping open the condom wrapper

He held himself above Sebastian and kissed him, interlocking their fingers as he pressed in

Sebastians mouth fell open in a silent moan and grabbed onto Elliotts hair, pulling slightly

"Fuck, baby, do that again." Elliot whined as he began to rock his hips

Sebastian continued tugging Elliotts hair, pulling him down to his neck

Elliott took that as a cue to start sucking and biting his neck, dark red splotches being left behind in his wake

At a particularly hard bite, Sebastian arches his back and clenched around Elliott, making him grin

"You like when it hurts, love?"

Sebastian nodded, squirming as Elliot bit down again

Elliott started moving his hips faster, gripping onto Sebastians hips and dogging his nails in

"Fuck, oh fuck! Yes, like that!" Sebastian tugged Elliotts hair harder, losing himself in the pleasure

A growl from Elliott made Sebastians eyes open, looking at the purely animalistic look of Elliotts face

Sebastian burned that into his memory, feeling himself getting close

"You close? C'mon, cum for me, be a good boy."

Sebastian tipped over the edge with that and let out stuttered gasps, attempting to close his legs around Elliott as he shot ropes across his chest

With a few more pumps, Elliott filled the condom and gently pulled out of Sebastian, tying it off and throwing it in the trash can

"Shh, you did so well, you were so good." Elliott stroked his hair, holding him close to his chest

As Sebastians breathing evened out he stretched from staying in the same position and yawned

"Can you get me a towel? Bathroom's upstairs next to the kitchen." He mumbled and let his head fall back to his pillow

Elliott returned shortly after along with a glass of water

Sebastian slowly sipped the water as Elliott wiped him down

After he had finished about half the glass, he set it down and stretched out his arms for Elliott

"Stay the night, I'll think of an excuse tomorrow morning"

The next morning, Sebastian walked Elliott back to his cabin and chuckled

"Just like the book" He grinned and kissed Elliott before waving and making his way back

Bonus

"So, you had fun last night" Abigail grinned at him

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

Sam walked up behind him and pulled his hood higher up his neck

"The hood isn't as high as you think it is, Seb." And Sebastian immediately realized why Demetrius looked more disappointed than usual

"So how was it?"

"I'm not telling my best friends about my sex life."

"Ooh, that means it was kinky~"

"Maybe we stop talking now."

#sdv #stardew #stardew valley #sdv sebastian #stardew sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #sdv elliott #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott #mine.txt #void thirsts

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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backstage ~ pete davidson

word count: 1960

request?: yes!

“Can you do a Pete Davidson smut on the set of SNL”

description: in which a backstage tour turns into something a little more

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

“And this is the writer’s room,” Pete said as he led me into a room with a large desk surrounded by multiple chairs. “This is where we come up with the skits and the jokes. There’s John, being the loner he is.”

“You say that like it’s a joke but you’re my best friend so what does that say about you?” John asked, not looking up from his laptop.

Pete chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Moving on - ”

“Hold on!” I cut him off. “We are not just sweeping past John Mulaney like that. You know how much I love him.”

This made the older comedian look up from his laptop and smile at me. “Oh, I like this girl. She’s got good taste.”

Pete rolled his eyes at the two of us. “You can come back and talk to John before we start filming. This is a big set and I told you I’d show you all of it.”

I playfully pouted at him before waving goodbye to John and continuing to follow Pete through the unfamiliar building.

Pete had been dying to give me a tour of the SNL backstage basically since we had started dating. Our schedules never lined up enough to be able to, but I had finally managed to get a full weekend off and Pete decided to take advantage of that.

The set was much larger than I thought, with every castmate having their own dressing rooms, plus special rooms for the hosts and musical guests. So many rooms for writing and editing, and the massive set where everything was filmed, usually in front of an audience. I didn’t understand how Pete didn’t get lost every day, even if he was familiar with the place.

“And finally,” he said once we neared the end of his tour, “my home away from home.”

He pushed open the door with his name written on a wooden plaque. The room definitely screamed “Pete”. Besides the smell of weed smoke that seemed to linger no matter how long Pete wasn’t there, the room was also littered with little things he liked to have with him at all times: pictures of his dad, his mom, the two of us, little gifts I had always given him for every season premiere, little things from his other friends.

There was a comfortable looking couch along the wall that was begging for me to lay down on it. I sighed in relief the moment my back touched the couch, my legs and feet aching from the heels I decided to wear.

Pete chuckled at my reaction. “I told you to wear something comfortable.”

“And I told you I wanted to make a good impression on your co-stars, which includes a nice outfit.”

I had decided on a long sleeved white shirt and a short, plaid skirt to wear on set, with a pair of black booties that were nice when I put them on, but now that I had been walking around in them for almost an hour I was regretting my wardrobe choices.

Pete smiled and came to lay down on the couch on top of me, his legs between mine and his hands on either side of my head. “Baby, you could wear a garbage bag and everyone here would still be impressed by you.”

“Well, I’ll do that next time then.”

He chuckled and lowered himself so he was kissing me. It was a quick kiss on my lips before he dipped his head to kiss my neck. I giggled as the slight stubble he was starting to grow tickled my neck, followed by a moan as he found the spot on my neck that always drove me wild.

“The skirt does give me some easy access, though,” he mumbled against my neck as one of his hands traced up my bare leg and dipped under my skirt. I gasped as he ran a finger over my clothed clit - or, just barley clothed as I was wearing a G-string. “God, baby, I’ve barley touched you and you’re already soaking wet.”

I moaned as his finger slipped under my G-string and inside of me. He was quick to cover my mouth, a cheeky grin on his face at my reaction.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he said. “Anyone could come catch us at any time.”

I bit my lip to try and keep quiet as his finger slid in and out of me, first at a slow pace. My moans came out as squeaks and whimpers of pleasure as his pace began to pick up and he slipped another finger into me. I was basically writhing underneath him, which I could tell he was taking a lot of pleasure in.

With two of his fingers in me, he pressed his thumb against my clit and began to rub painfully slow circles, causing my body to arch against him. It was becoming harder to hold back my moans and I had to cover my own mouth with my hand.

“God, this is so fucking dirty,” Pete commented. “Finger fucking my beautiful girl on the couch of my dressing room? Where all my co-workers come in and hang out with me? Man, I’ll never be able to look at this couch the same.”

“It’ll be a nice memory of me,” I said, trying my best to smile up at him but another whimper being let out instead.

“I’ll never not think of you when I’m in this room again,” he confirmed, lowering himself to kiss my neck again.

I was already nearing my climax when Pete’s fingers were removed from my wet core. I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and my lips pouting. He brought his wet fingers to his lips and took them in his mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathed. I didn’t think it were possible, but I managed to become even more wet at the sight.

“Flip over on your hands and knees baby,” he told me.

I excitedly did as he told me, spinning to be back on to him on my hands and knees. I started reaching for my panties to take them off, but his hand caught hold of my wrists before I could.

“Leave them on,” he said. “I think it’ll be extra hot to fuck you with your skirt and panties still on.”

I nodded excitedly and got back into my position. Pete stood for just a moment, long enough to undo his jeans and let them, and his underwear, fall to the floor. My heart was racing as I felt the couch dip behind me again and Pete pulling my panties to the side as he lined his head up with my entrance.

As he pushed himself inside of me ever so slowly, his other hand came to rest on my back, pushing me down till my head was buried in the couch cushions.

“Best way to keep you quiet,” he said. “I don’t intend to go easy on you.”

“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” I responded.

I looked over my shoulder to see the smile on Pete’s face. He took hold of my waist with both hands and started to thrust slow at first, making sure I was comfortable and fully stretched around him. Once he was sure I was okay, his thrusts gradually got quicker and rougher until he was pounding me so hard that the only sounds in the room were that of skin slapping against skin.

I buried my face in the couch again, trying my best the muffle the moans that were basically turning to screams of pleasure. However this process was basically moot as the sound of our skin slapping against each other and Pete’s own moans and groans of pleasure would definitely alert any passersby of our activities.

Being adventurous with our sex was definitely nothing new to Pete and I. Whenever one of us was in the mood, we’d initiate it wherever we wanted. In bathrooms, fitting rooms, in the back of his car, wherever we could get some form of privacy while also being a little too out in public.

But there was just something different about having him rail me in his dressing room mere minutes before he was set to go live. At any moment someone could walk past, or one of the producers could come knock on the door. Or, heaven forbid if he didn’t lock the door, someone could just walk in and catch the two of us. All of that just made our secret rendezvous a little more naughty and sexy. While I didn’t want to be caught by any means, the thought that it would be so easy to be caught drove me wild.

Pete’s thrusts became so rough that I could hear the couch legs scraping across the floor as it moved. My legs were already feeling like jelly and I had a feeling I was going to have trouble walking to set with Pete when this was over.

His hand ran up my back and through my hair before giving my head a rough tug back. I yelped at the sudden pain that I felt in my head before it dissolved into a moan. Pete pulled me back till my back was against his chest and leaned in close to my ear.

“You feel so good,” he breathed into my ear. “God, even after all this time, you’re still so tight around me.”

“You keep talking like that and I’ll cum around your cock in no time.”

The hand in my hair crept around my front to grab me by the throat. “You say that as if it’s not what I wanted.”

His other hand slipped between my legs and began rubbing at my clit, causing all sorts of pleasure to run through me. My body started to tremble as I felt myself nearing my climax. The hand around my throat squeezed slightly as I let out a cry of pleasure, my walls tightening around him.

Pete grunted in my ear a few more times before I felt him filling me up as well. I took a deep breath in when he let go of my throat, although my head was still spinning.

Pete pulled out of me just in time for a knock to come on his door. “Give me a second!”

He quickly pulled his pants and boxers back on as I adjusted my skirt and panties. Although I was sure whoever was at the door wouldn’t notice the wet spot that had suddenly appeared on the couch, I still decided to cover it with a pillow just in case.

One of the producers was stood at the door. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know that we’re starting in roughly five minutes!”

“Thanks, I’ll be there soon,” Pete responded. He shut the door and looked back at me. His eyes travelled down to my legs as an amused look crossed his face. “You got something on your leg there hun.”

I looked down to see a single string of warm liquid running down my inner thigh. “Oh fuck.”

I reached for a tissue but Pete stopped me. “Wait, don’t clean it yet. I’d love to know you’re in the audience watching me with my cum running down your legs.”

“Okay, that’s hot, but I don’t want your co-workers thinking I peed myself or something.”

“I’ll tell them the truth if you want.”

I rolled my eyes and shoved him towards the door. “Go to set! Let me clean up. I’m sure there’s more there that can fulfil this fantasy you have.”

Pete smiled down and gave me one last kiss before rushing to set.

#pete davidson #pete davidson imagine #peter parker x reader #pete davidson smut #imagine #one shot #request #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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phrawggee · 2 years

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Hey bloodphrawgs! Today we r going to be talking about a case that we will never forget, the skyler neese case

In the attached pictures we can see our beloved skyler, smiling with her two “bffs” who are actually the ones responsible for her tragic death. Let’s begin.

Skyler Neese was born in the 10th of February, 1996, and came from a small town, actually known as the perfect town to grow up in, called West Virginia.

Skyler was a lovely kid, that was loved dearly by all of her family and friends. Her parents described her as a sunny child, that cared about anyone, and the kind of child that would put itself in ur shoes, the kind of child that helped anyone, and the kind of child we all would want as a friend.

At a very young age Skyler met Shelia Eddy , her best friend. Shelia and Skyler were inseparable, and if you saw Skyler outside of the house, you’d see Shelia with her too. One thing to know about Shelia is that she came from a VERY religious family, and that she went to a different school than Skyler at first, until highschool . Anyway. In highschool a new girl moved to West Virginia, and that girl was Rachel Shoaf, that came from a very religious family, like Shelia. Skyler and Shelia immediately became bffs with Rachel, but there was way more chemistry between Rachel and Shelia. They were always together, and sometimes they even left Skyler out. They would do everything together, such as match their outfits or make up, go out together, and had sleepovers. Most of those plans were without Skyler. Oh! And some pretty important things to know is that these teenage girls used twitter. ALOT. They would write everything in there, 24/7, 365. AND they smoked weed. They loved it, same vibe as being addicted to our phones. Anyway. In those times that Rachel and Shelia left Skyler out, our poor victim would refer everything to her twitter account.

“It really doesn’t take much to piss me off” - “sick of being at fxcking home, thanks “friends” , love hanging out with you all too”

Writes the poor loner, clearly pissed off at her best friends.

Anyways, here’s when the real trauma happens. It was Friday, July 6th 2012, and Rachel and Shelia decide to invite Skyler for a night out in the forest to smoke some weed. Mind you, Skyler said no at first, and it took awhile for them to convince her. But at the end, she bumped, and said yes. Our soon-to-be-missing teenage girl snuck out her window at 12:00 am sharp, and some camera footage showed her walking up to a car, that drove off as soon as she got in. It was Rachel and Shelia driving that car, and soon arrived to a forest close to another town. It was all good at first, all chill and quiet, but Skyler then forgot her lighter in the car, and so just turned around to go get it . The two cunts counted till 3, and started stabbing her multiple times. Rachel only stabbed her twice, but Shelia went CRAZY with that knife, and they stopped counting after 50. All Skyler could say was scream “WHY?!?!” at them.

What makes this even more traumatic was that Sheila was such a good actress in all of this. Why? Because of her actions that I’m about to tell you

1. She helped search for her

2. She sticked up and handed out the flyers all over town

3. She would cry to skyler’s parents saying that she missed her

4. She wrote some heart-touching tweets to Skyler, making it look like she was not involved in her being missing.

Rachel, in the other hand, was anxious, nervous in all of the questionings with the police, and acted weird everytime anyone mentioned skyler.

That’s why it was actually Rachel confessing the crime. In the last questioning she ever had, Rachel spat out the sentence

“we stabbed her”

x-“why?”

“we didn’t like her anymore”

And showed the police skyler’s corpse in the woods.

The reason why they killed her is still pretty confusing to this day, here are two options:

- Shelia went in on a mini trip with skyler and fought the whole time, and when they were back Sheila went to Rachel and said “she has to go” .

- Like I said earlier, there was a pretty particular chemistry going on between The two teenage killers, maybe even a romantic relationship. Once Rachel and Shelia started “passionately making out” infront of Skyler, and since both of their families were VERY religious, they were scared Skyler would tell them and the whole school.

Extra info: teachers and students at school over heard the killers discuss about hiding a body, but not just any body, Skyler’s body . They even heard Rachel blur out “we should kill her!”

That is all for today’s case everyone, and I shall say, it’s the most disturbing one I’ve ever heard of tbh. Lmk what you think about this and what your opinions are, and now I’m just gunna go have some lunch lol. Bye bloodphrawgs! Luv y’all!

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ydolanssss · 4 years

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A hood love story: G.D

Warnings: violence, sexual innuendos, a lot of cursing.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan X female reader.

Summary: bottom line is... remember where tf you came from.

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Friday night lights.....most basic ass idea for a football game.

Just a whole shit-ton of rich ass white kids, acting like they hard when in actuality they have no awareness of anything outside of thier little gated community.

They weren't aware of the situation Grayson was in.

They either villainize him and where he's from, Or they romanticize where he's from. Either way they never talk to him.

They talk to ethan though, because unlike his brother he decided to just forget who he was and where he came from...that including his brother.

But you didn't think like them, you didn't treat people differently because of where they come from, or where they live. So you became friends with gray, best friends, and y'all were together all the time.

"hey gray you tryna go to the game today? You asked leaning on the locker next to his.

"there's a game?"

"yea against the cougars, you wanna go?"

"....mmm" gray never really went to any school event because well...he was kind of a loner, you didn't blame him tho.

"pleeeeeaaaseee, gray can we?" You asked with pleading eyes, and a quivering pouty lip.

"...fine"

"YESSIRRR, let's goo" you shouted, and skipped to class.

You went through the next couple of classes pretty quickly, went home, did some homework and waited for Grayson to come over.

"when you coming over hoe"

"I'm already outside, come on"

You run outside lock the door, hop in the car and head back to the school. The game had already started, but no one had scored yet. You and gray sit on the bleachers, and eat some popcorn.

"who you think finna win?" Gray said shoving food in his mouth. "I don't know, but prolly not our school, they haven't won a game in like...ever."

"true true" gray nodding in agreement untill his phone starts ringing. "Ayo hold up I gotta take this."

"hmm oh okay, I'll stay here" reassuring him. He walks to the back of the bleachers, "yo, wassup?"

*Anonymous* "Ayo when I see you, you getting lit tf up".

"Whoa, what? Who is this?" Gray asked confused as too who was tryna kill him.

"you know who this is lil bruh, it's daymen, oscars brother. You stole some shit from him the other day, and gave it to ya lil rich ass friends."

"what? Rich ass friends? Ion got no rich ass friends."

"okay okay, so you gon lie to me now huh?, Alright look, bring my lil brother his money or you getting lit tf up, and I take ya lil bitch for myself. You know the fine one, wit the braids."

"Don't you fuckin touch her."

Meanwhile you on the bleachers

"bitch what the fuck are you talking about?" Looking at claire and her lil posse.

"you know what I'm talking about, how long you been fucking my boyfriend."

"claire....who's your boyfriend?" You ask genuinely curious, because you do not keep tabs on miss bam-ba-lam-my-cars-a-hundred-grand.

"Grayson is duh." Because apperently that was common knowledge.

"g-grayson, Grayson Dolan the brother of Ethan Dolan, correct, just to make sure, Grayson with a "a" and a "o" not a I or a E. That Grayson?" Ya know...just to be clear.

"yes that Grayson, god are you dense?!"

"Oh no ma'am very much I am not, because the only grayson i know, don't fuck with bitches like you. Oh hell no, cuz yall don't fuck with people like him. And out of the mother fucking blue, he's your man, sweet-pea, i-is that what you telling me?" Because miss ma'am got you fucked alllll the way up.

"oh really how are you gonna tell me who I'm dating, I had sex with and who stole weed for me?" You pause....

"bruh what? Ugh now I know you tripping because Grayson don't fucking smo-"

"Aye, come on! Games boring anyway." Grayson yells from the bottom of the bleachers.

"alrighty well, miss. Thing I don't know what to tell you. Gods speed finding your Grayson because mine don't smoke." You picked up your things and walked with gray back to the car.

"hey what was the call about?" You asked

"huh? Oh it's was just my mom asking how long we were gonna stay at the game, I told her for the next hour so we could go do something else." He said.

You notice he kept looking around a lot, like he's was paranoid, waiting for something to happen.

"gray you good? You keep looking around, what's wrong?" You out ur hand on his shoulder concerned.

"huh?! Ohh nothing nothing let's go, come on"

He drags you to the car, and open the door for you, and he gets in the driver's side and drives off.

"ok I guess, um whatcha wanna do, wanna go to the park, or that on abandoned house that has a perfect view of the sunset, or ice cream, or ice cream and sunset. You looked at him, lip pouting head turn to the side, waiting for answer.

"uhh...ice cream only I wanna get you home okay?" He sighs, hands gripping the wheel tight as hell.

"umm what no I don't wan-"

"No! I have to get you home. I just, I just do, okay? Please I'm sorry for yelling come here." As you two pull in to the ice cream parlor's parking lot.

You lean in and he kisses you on your forehead, " I just need to be safe okay, it's late I don't want you out at night okay?"

"what? What do you mean I'm with you?"

He walks to your side of the car to open the door, "I know but....you cant be around me now at night at least it's not safe." After you get out he walks to the counter and tells you the get a table, you stand puzzled for a bit but you go anyway.

when he gets back with two oreo milkshakes, you ask him, "gray wait why isn't it safe? Why can't I be around you? What going on?." You ask frantic, worried your friend is in some sort of trouble.

"just because you can't don't- who is that?"

He asks leaned down a little.

"who is who? You turn around, and see a car speeding towards you both." Gray grabs your arm and pulls you down.

"GET DOWN! GO RUN BACK TO THE CAR!"

You do, you get to the car get inside and lean down, then you hear gun shots fire.

*bow bow bow bow*

The car skids off and everything is quiet, you look up and you see Grayson laid out on the ground. "oh my god...".

You get out hesitantly walking towards his body, "g-gray...baby, please oh God please no, god don't tell me he's gone" tears streaming down your face, you can't bare to walk any closer, and you drop to your knees and sob.

"no..please not my best friend." As the smoke clears you say this, the sun is setting in the background, it's a somber feeling somehow you feel safe and sad at the same time, while in that same moment your best friend, very much could be breathing his last breaths.

Then, like the miracle baby he is, Grayson wakes up, with a hell of pain in his shoulder. "Wha-? Ohh fuck my shoulder, holy shit, wait where's? Hey, hey, pretty girl why you crying?" He asks litterally sitting up looking at you holding his shoulder.

You stop crying, eyes shoot open. "Wha- GRAY!!" you run over and hug him, crying.

"i-i thought you were dead, *sniff* you were-*sniff* laying there not moving." Say sobbing into his shoulder.

He holds you with his good arm, "shh shh, it's ok, I'm not dead baby, I'm right here, I'm bleeding out of my shoulder and I should probably go to the hospital, but im not dead." His head sitting on top of yours

"oh shit, yea okay let's go." You help him to the car and start driving, you drop him off at the hospital and tell him you're gonna go take care of something.

You get back in your car and drive to a harbor, you then park and start disassembling his gun.

"god...I don't even know why he has this thing, granted he did get shot at but for fucks sake." You mumbled to yourself.

You speed back to the hospital,the doctors tell you he already out of surgery and he's doing fine, and they tell you his room number.

You walk back to his room. "Hey...Grayson baby, you okay?" You whisper not wanting to scare him.

"hmm? Oh yea hey come in." He's sitting up in bed both of his arms in slings. "Can you do me a favors and grab my juice box?"

You look on his tray and there's a little apple juice, juice box on it. "Oh yea sure sweetie." You poke the straw through the hole and hold it up to his mouth.

"Thank you."

"your welcome lovie." The doctor came in. "Ah, I see your already on it, that's good, very sweet of you." You look at him confused.

"um care to explain sir, or am I slow."

He chuckles, "my apologies, um since your friend, I'm assuming has two bad shoulder that have made him unable to move his arms at all he will need around the clock assistance."

You set down the juice box that he basically breathed in. "What do you mean both shoulders I thought he only got shot in one?"

"oh he did but his other shoulder is slightly sprained it's should heal up in a around 2 and a half weeks, while the other shoulder should take at most 4, but normally three. So due to his situation, his arm mobility is hindered untill a later date." He says with his arms crossed over his clip board.

You sit next to gray and look at him, "well I'm down, it's not like we don't spend every single second with each anyway." Gray laughs, "yea I guess thats true."

The doctors clear him and you help him get dressed but since it was late you threw a hoodie on him since there was no use for the sleeves.

You both get in the car and drive to your house, "come on gray we gotta get you to sleep." You tap and rub his tummy to wake him.

You get him up and walk up stairs to your bathroom. "Ok lemme brush your teeth." You sit on the sink and brush for him.

"okay that's done. Um alright it's 2 am ur tired I'm tired we can do the rest tomorrow okay?" You ask Grayson who's barley keeping his eyes open. "Okayyy." He says yawning.

"all right let's go to bed." You walk him over to the side of the bed and help him sit down.

" all right be careful and don't drop all the way down be careful not to lose your- oh fuck!"

You both lost your balance and fell on the bed, your on top of him millimeters away from his face. You never really looked at Grayson that way, never really looked at his eyes, dark as the ocean pulling you deeper and deeper to the point where you don't care if you drown.

Or his lips, they look so soft and smooth, if you were to kiss them it would feel like silk pillows. His lips..."oh fuck his lips."

Grayson catches your eyes staring at his lips and he sits up. "My lips baby, hmm that what you want?" You both sitting up on the bed. "Where? Your neck, cheek?" He drags his nose up the side of your neck to your ear.

"or that pretty little pussy?"

You gasp and get up off of him. "Um okay time to go to bed for real this time. Uh you good? you okay? Need any thing?"

"uh nah, nah I'm good. I guess...I'm laying flat then?" You turn to look at him.

"um yea I think that would be best."

You both start to relax and go to sleep.

"hey gray? I gotta ask you something, you know what's up with clair because she came up to me claiming I'm fucking her boyfriend, who's apperently you and also you stole some weed for her and that just dosent make sense to me."

He jerks his head to look at you "wait what!? When?"

"when you left to answer the phone she said your her boyfriend and she would know the person's she's been fucking and the guy who stole weed for her."

"so that's why- ughh fucking ethan."

"what? What about him? And what was that phone call about?"

He sighed "okay so I got a phone call from this guy named daemin, and I guess he thinks I stole weed from his little brother oscar, and I guess he's been watching me or something he said if I don't get his money he'll light my ass up and he'd go for my lil bitch himself, the one with the braids."

"oh shit so it was Ethan who stole the weed and prolly gave that guy your number, and prolly claimed he was you...now what the fuck wrong with claire?"

"Claire don't know that theres two of us and she don't talk to people he's friends with so he probably lied to her to."

Laying there in shock you think to yourself. "What kinda fucked up shit you got going on to lie about your whole identity and pretend to be your twin brother that you treat like shit?"

"ion know ask him."

You said it outloud.... again. "Oh shit my bad. But I will actually."

"what? No don't-"

"no gray this shit is crazy. YOU GOT SHOT! I'm not gonna let him get away with that shit gray! Now go to bed."

He sighs and closes his eyes.

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Next morning comes around. You wake up early to make grays' breakfast. A protein shake with some greek yogurt mixed with fruit.

You go back upstairs and he's awake.

"hey boo sorry to keep you waiting. I was making your breakfast. Need help?"

"yeth please."

"okay silly, sit up, legs out, and stand up on three okay? One, two, three...theeeere we go."

You walk over to the bathroom. Brush his teeth, wash his face and...help him pee.

"okay so how do you wanna do this gray?"

"umm you could hold it? If you wanna."

"seriously grayson. But that's like-"

"look your gonna have to bathe me at one point within these three weeks so like might as well get used to it."

"mm true, gosh okay."

You pull his pants down quickly trying to get this over with as soon as possible.

"okay so do I just like h-hold it or something? Or like do I just let it hang there?"

"no no you got to hold it bro otherwise I'll piss on myself then you have to change my pants and my underwear and wipe my legs down."

"ewww... Okay okay I guess this is better. Um sorry if my hands are cold."

"your all good."

"speaking of shower, let's just get that out the way because you haven't showered in a brick."

He sighs "alright"

You help him get his clothes off and turn on the shower.

"alright hop in big dic- oop- I mean big head." You giggle to yourself.

"ouu ok baby, oh and just for pure curiosity, which head?"

You slowly turn to him. "The one that made you think of that dumbass question, goofy get in, naughty ass."

"okay! Okay! Shit you the naughty one." Said with a smirk followed by a failed and painful attempt to slap your ass.

"ow! Ow! Fuck my shoulder!"

"and that's what ya get, hop in." You say giving him a pinch on the ass.

"what a nice butt, good for you!"

"thank you queen." He smiles

"your welcome king." And proceed to bathe him

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A couple hours later you left Grayson at home with him and a tv and left out all the snacks on the counter at a reachable level, whole you went out and....handle some business.

On the phone: "hey, meet me at the bleachers okay I need to talk to you about something."

"uh yea sure I'll be there."

A couple hours later, your sitting on the bleachers with the cold New Jersey air, causing your nose to become ice cold.

"hey." You jumped.

"oh shit! Oh hey sorry you scared me."

"ha, yea um sorry about that, so what did you wanna talk about?"

Now to most that seems like a very obvious question, it'd go something like 'hey why the fuck did you lie about your identity and completely drop your twin fucking brother'. Right? No.

The problem is you and Ethan have history, which also adds to the reason why your a lot closer to gray than Ethan and was like the breaking point of Ethan and Grayson relationship.

Basically in freshman year of highschool you and Ethan....dated?? Well no you did date but...it was shorted lived because he decided to cheat...on you. Crazy right? I know. And you'll never guess who he cheated on you with.....Claire!!! Isn't that amazing, what a coincidence.

So the day you found out was kinda intense.....

"What is wrong with you!"

"Why would you do that to her!"

"As long as we've know her!"

"Huh Ethan! What's the matter with you! Who raised you! It wasn't ma! I most definitely wasn't dad!"

Grayson being the lovely, kind, understanding soul that he is decided to give Ethan a piece of his mind after consoling you in the living room.

"Jesus Grayson! It wasn't even that bad!"

With his hands on his hips, mouth ajar and eyes bugging out of his head.

"you've gotta be shitting me. You made out with the bitch ON SNAPCHAT! THEY GOT YOU IN 4K BRO! What do you mean it isn't that bad!"

"look why does it bother you so much? Like it's not your relationship. It's mine."

"Because your my brother and I love you and I love her to, I want her to be loved and appreciated the way she deserves, and I expected better from you, I never thought, my brother, a fucking scumbag of a man. Had the audacity to cheat on his girl. I guess I stand fucking corrected."

They sit in silence for a while. Your in the living room nervous because you've seen them fight of course but, never this heated.

"well if you love so damn much you be with her, I don't fucking want her if there's gonna be this much drama."

Time for you to get angry.

"First of all motherfucker you cheated! Don't you fucking switch this around on me."

Grayson stands in front of you, tear filling your eyes by the gallons.

"I fuckin loved you....so much, so hard...I did. And this what you fucking do...this the last time I love someone as much as I loved you."

And with that you stormed out. Grayson followed disgusted with his brother.

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"....so what did you wanna talk about."

You snap back into reality.

"umm well one your fucking brother was shot!"

He jumps back. "What?! Was he really? When by who?"

"a few days ago. most likely by a guy named oscar...who shot him because apparently, Grayson 'sober4L' Dolan™, stole weed from him. Now the only people in this damn highschool that smoke are those rich ass kids you hang out with, and gray got a phone call about this whole situation and claimed that if he didn't get his money or the weed back, he was gonna shoot up him and take his lil girlfriend, 'the one with the braids'."

He rocks back and forth anxiously, knowing he was caught.

"and of course the only girl he's around with braids is me."

"okay look i-"

"Aht aht wait, I'm not done."

"because at the same time grayson was on the phone I had and interaction with the lovely ms.claire. She claimed I was 'fucking her boyfriend' and I asked who and she said 'grayson the one who stole weed for me'."

He puts his head in his hands.

"so now I'm looking at her like she dumb because we both know Grayson dosent smoke, so a couple hours later I ask grayson about the situation and then he tells me about the phone call, so we put two and two together."

"so gray got a call from someone claiming he stole thier weed, claire your lovely girlfriend enlightened me on the fact that I was sleeping with her boyfriend, who stole weed for her. Knowing Grayson is neither dating her or smokes. So who on earth, could have Grayson's number, steal Grayson name and identity and create a whole new fucking life. Oh hmm let's start with the fuck-amato who made the fuck sure no one knew he was a twin and also dates the girl that my ex boyfriend cheated on me with...who just so happens to be the fucking twin. what do you have to say for yourself?"

There is a pause between you and him.

"umm....I'm sorry."

"y-your sorry....SORRY YA BROTHER GOT SHOT AND ITS ALL YOUR- you know what here what we're gonna do."

You pull out your phone and you had saved daemin's number.

"you are gonna call oscar and tell him the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and tell him you'll get his lil cousin his money back okay?" Because if not I will..."

"okay, okay, call him."

You call and the phone starts ringing. He picks up.

"hello?"

"hey daemin I have the actual guy you wanted to shoot at and damn near kill"

"word? Who is it then?"

"his twin brother."

"ohhhh shit. Aw damn aye is gray good man I feel like shit he didn't deserve this."

"he's fine but his brother ethan, on the other hand is the guy you should've got, but look since I don't want both of them shot the fuck up he is gonna over there and hand you the money okay?"

"shit alright"

You end the phone call and he sends you the address.

"alright let's go."

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You and Ethan pull up to daemin's house.

"look when we get in here don't say shit give him the fckn money and don't say shit."

"alright alright"

You walk towards the door and knock on it. It's opens and there stands a guy around Ethan's height.

"um hi are you daemin?"

"yea that me, you got my money?"

"oh yea we do, Ethan give it to him"

He pulls 85 dollars out of his pocket

"here you go man, um sorry for-"

The door slammed in our faces.

"umm I guess that it-"

"how's Graysons shoulder?"

"oh it's good it's getting better I gotta get back to him though, he can't do everything by himself."

"alright cool I just wanted to make sure, does he need anything like I got bandages and a first aid."

"oh no no its fine my mom's a nurse I got all the stuff I need thank you though."

"alright bye drive safe"

"okay thank you!"

You and Ethan get back to the car.

Ethan turns to you. "Um he's nicer than expected."

"yea...um okay, I'm gonna take you back home. "

"yup okay sounds cool. "

The drive to Ethan's was awkward and quiet. He still stayed at him and Graysons childhood home. You haven't been there in years.

"well here we are. God it still looks the same."

"yea hasn't changed since the last time you've been here."

You turn to look at him.

"alrighty well- mphm"

Ethan kisses you holding the side of your face.

"I miss you. I do. I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you. You didn't deserve that, I took you for granted. Please give me another chance."

Your in shock to say the least. Staring at him in disbelief.

"...no Ethan."

"what? What do you mean?!"

"I mean no, I'm not going to go back to you I don't feel that way about you. And honestly once a cheater always a cheater, I just can't give myself back to the same person that changed me emotionally, to where it's hard for me to love people as much as I used to. Like what you do if I cheated on you, would you come back to me? And be honest with yourself."

He moves his hand.

"...no"

"exactly...so don't expect me to be the same. Goodbye Ethan."

He gets out and goes inside and you drive back to your place.

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You come back home Grayson in the living room, on the couch.

You sit next to him and talk to him about what happened, he was worried and frustrated at first with the fact that you went but understood it was your life at risk to. A couple of weeks pass, Graysons wound is fixed and you guys are let out for winter break.

Spending time with Grayson made you realize, what you deserved in a relationship, the love, appreciation, affection, loyalty. All of it, you deserved it.

And you got it, you and Graysons infatuation with one another, grew bigger and bigger over winter break. The Christmas vibes, sleeping in onesies and making cookies. Making love next to the fire place, trails of kisses going down both his and your body.

Afterwords..."hey Grayson? Can I ask you something."

"of course beautiful what is it?"

"how would you feel if we went back to school, ya know together?"

"when were we going separately?"

"nooo silly like together, a thing, an "item". We go back in a relationship. If that's something you want?"

"Are fucking joking! Of course I would baby. God, I've been waiting." And with that you finally found the love of your life, whom which in the future you had your two twin daughters with. Inez and Felicity.

You've never been so content.

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Something I had in my drafts.... a story about some stoners

NOT EDITED AT ALLLLLLLL You didn't mind being alone. In fact you chose it. You hated wasting your time and energy on petty friends, when you could be having much more fun alone with a couple of blunts. You would be lying if you said you didn't want a friend though. Someone close to you that will never leave. But that's just wishful thinking.

You lived alone. You and your black cat. She had a white tail and her name was Jane. She was your best friend. Her and MaryJane.

You recently moved to a new town, looking for new and fresh opportunities. You wanted a change and that's what you're getting. You were currently in your room. Everything now where it needs to be. Well the little stuff you had. You stood in front of your door mirror making sure you looked decent enough to go outside. You had on a white halter crop top and and long black skirt that had a slit all the way up your thigh. You had some fishnets on as well, with some black combat boots. The skirt was loose enough to move around in. You grabbed a big black jacket to wear outside. It was cloudy and you weren't sure if it was going to rain or not. You grabbed you bag and put a couple of pre rolled blunts and a lighter in it, along with your wallet and some other things you will need.

You heard about a park that was practically a campground. It had a huge forest on one side and the campground on the other. There was a entrance where town's people can hike and walk the trails. You wanted to find a spot to smoke. A little hideout.

Once you got there, you started heading up, you wanted a nice view. You put your earpods in to avoid anyone. You passed some people here and there. Once you almost reached the top, there was a smaller path leading into a bush, but you couldn't help it and walked down it anyways. There was a little opening off to the side and you find a perfect clearing behind the bush. It was surrounded but big and little trees. Except for the clift, where you could see the water and some cabins. You thought it was secluded enough to smoke.

You took your earphones out incase anyone were to sneak up on you. You then smoke and think. You sat on a rock and also played some soft music. It was around six pm and the sun was starting to go down. It felt way too good to be true when you looked up from your phone and seen the sun setting on the other side of the city, passed the camp site. You could practically see everything. You didn't know if it was because you were a blunt in a half, but it was just so beautiful. It gave you hope for this new city.

The lighting was really pretty, so you pulled snapchat out and started to play around with it and you smoke the rest of your second blunt. You took some selfies and post them. You even took some videos. When the lighting was really golden, you took a big hit while recording. As you were blowing out a guy popped out behind you in your video, and it scared the fuck out of you. You quickly stand up, dropping your phone in the process.

“Fuck” You look down and grab your phone. You wanted to cry when you seen that it was shattered, there was no way you were going to be able to get another one right now. You were living off of your savings right now, until you got a job.

“Shit, is it okay?” His voice was deep, making you look back at him. His hair was longer, covering his eyes a bit. But it was messy so his eyes poked through a bit. They were wide and you realized that he didn't even know you were there. You sighed and turned your phone to him.

“What do you think?” You sounded irritated and he noticed right away. He felt so bad. It was all his fault, he thought.

“I'm sorry, no one really knows about this spot, so you kind of startled me.” He looks down nervously. That gave you a second to look at him more. He had on a large button down and it was tucked it. It looked really smooth, soft, and silky. His pants were black, tight around his waist, but were extremely loose all the way down. You were confused to how he looked so good but in such loose clothing.

“I'm sorry for intruding on your area. I was getting ready to go anyways.” You put your phone in your bag and walked towards the entrance. But he quickly steps in front of it and pulls out a plastic baggy with two rellos and some nugs of weed.

“Let me smoke you down.” He smiles a bit. The vibe he gave you wasn't a dangerous one, but he still made you nervous.

“What kind of rellos?” You ask, raising your brow.

“Swishers.”

“Ew.” You cringe and you walk around him, walking down the hill.

You were almost to the entrance when a guy walks passed you, his red hair catching your eye.

“Hey, were you at the top? Have you seen a guy with longer hair, kind of baggy clothes?” He asks. His hair was parted and styled back a bit, he was in black cargo pants and an oversized black shirt.

“Um yeah. If we are thinking about the same person yeah.” You nod and turn to walk away. But his voice stops you again. “Wait, i've never seen you here before. Town isn't that big…”

“I just moved here.” You say nodding once again.

“Oh!, well I'm Jeongguk. Guessing by your eyes, you're into something I am. Match sometime?” He asks smiling at you. His eyes were so bright and hopeful.

“If you ever see me again, sure.” You turn around and walk home.

The rest of the night, you finished unpacking your clothes and ordered food, since you didn't have any food in your home yet.

You wondered if everyone in this town looked like the two guys you've seen today. If you, you needed to move ASAP because you can't handle it. You're a fool for even thinking that they were made for you. But you were highly upset that you didn't take his offer. He seemed nice, they both did. But your stubborn attitude pushed them away. You could’ve had friends.

Over the next week, you've put in over thirty job applications, just needing options. You've also managed to get your home put together. You bought a new tv and couch. But everything else you had. You just finished putting up one of your last paintings. One that you did. It was abstract. Something you did when you were really high. It was the rasta colors with black and grays added.

It was almost midnight, and you decided to go back to the spot and smoke a blunt. You hoped that since it was so late that there will be no one there.

You used the flashlight on your broken phone to make your way up. You did it quickly wanting to get there. You wanted to scream when you heard laughing. You peeked through seeing two figures there. There was a small fire and the tip of the clift, away from trees. The was soft music playing and it smelled like straight weed.

It was them.

“Are you guys always here?” You ask coming around the bush and into the secluded place. They jumped a bit and looked back at you.

“Not really in the mornings. We tend to sleep in.” Jeongguk said smiling. He stood up and walked towards you.

“Noted, I’ll come in the morning from now on.” You back away a little annoyed that you had to walk home.

“No wait! Did you already forget what you told me?” Jeongguk grabs your wrist, he pulls you gently toward the other. You didn't answer, unsure of what to say to him. “Mhmm, you said the next time I see you we can match. You look down at the other guy, with the long hair. Then back at Jeongguk.

“Right now?” You ask.

“Why not?” He shrugs. He sits on the ground, on top of a jacket he had, and he pointed at the other big rock, wanting you to sit there. You slowly sit down, unsure of this situation.

“No, fuck…” The guy on the other rock mumbles. “ I scared the fuck out of her and shattered her phone. I told her that I would smoke her down.”

“Oh damn, okay that's fine.” He grabs his backpack and pulls out supplies to roll a big Raw cone.

“It's fine. It was an accident. I brought a blunt.” You say pulling out your small clear makeup bag that contained it.

“No. Taehyung here broke your phone. The least he can do it smoke you down.” Jeongguk says passing your he joint. You sighed taking it, you gave them a soft smile. You were happy you knew both of their names now and that you didn't have to smoke your own weed. But also kind of felt nervous because they were hard on the eye, in a great fucking way. And because this weed won't be able to fix your phone. You light it and started to puff on it.

“So Yn here is new, where from?” Jeongguk asks. You frown at his words. Not wanting to discuss anything about your old town and your past there. You just keep smoking.

“Okay, well what do you like to do?” Taehyung asks. You pass the joint to Jeongguk but he waves his hand.

“All you.” He smiles.

“I like to smoke weed, and listen to music. I don't know really, it's usually just me, myself and I. But I do like shopping, I just hate going alone.” You shrug. God you sound like a loner.

“Oh same. Honestly, other than a few other things.” Taehyung nods. You felt really insecure. You hated when everyone's attention was on you. Why did they want to get to know you? You pass the joint to Jeongguk again and he actually takes it. You thank him for letting you lungs have a small break.

“So where do you live?”

“Why are you gonna stalk me?” You ask half serious. But they both laugh.

“No silly. We live together. Maybe if you live close, we can hang out” Taehyung laughs and hits the joint next.

“Well I live down the street in the first apartm-”

“ME FUCKING TOO!” Jeongguk gets up and smiles at the new found information.

“Great.”

Over the next couple of weeks. They were everywhere you were. They insisted on showing you everything in the town. You've tried their favorite food and you've seen all of the secret hideout. Either they were in your home or you were in theirs.

It was weird at first, since you never really hang out with people. But they made sure that you were comfortable.

Then it was like you knew them like the back of your hand. Taehyung was the big softy even though it seemed like he was quiet and edgy from the outside. Jeongguk was the serious one, he made sure to look you in the eyes all of the time, especially when he wants you to know he’s telling you the truth. It was so hard to think of them as only friends.

They took care of you, they gave you food and weed all of the time. Sadly no jobs have hired you yet.

They were too good to be true. They loved being around you, they loved your cat Jane. Words from their mouth. You always felt unsure.

One thing you hated was how touchy they were. How were you supposed to stop your heart from beating so fast when they hugged you and held you so often. How were you supposed to stop your heart from beating so fast when they helped you through some of your sad moments.

Taehyung got you a new phone and Jeongguk made some paintings for you home.

Ugh, you just feel like everything is moving so fast.

You are currently changing into pajamas, in the living room was Jeongguk waiting for you on the couch for movie night. Taehyung wasn't feeling to well. You both earlier took him some soup and books to read.

You were nervous, like always. You grabbed your soft blanket and you went into the living room. You looked over at them and smiles softly. Jeongguk sat on one side of the couch, his hair freshly dyed a berry red and his pajamas consisted of a black t-shirt and black plaid pants.

He looked over to you and smiled. He then patted the couch next to him, wanting you to sit next to him. You sighed wishing that you bought the chair that you seen at the store the other day. You walked over and sat on the other side of the couch. You propped your legs up so that he couldn't scooch any closer. He looked at you confused.

“Why don't you wanna sit next to me?”

“We are watching a movie. It's not like the view it better when i'm next to you.” You laugh it off grabbing the remote and pressing play.

“Well it is for me.” He pouts, but he grabs one of the blunts that he rolled while you were changing.

You then turned off the only light that was on other than the tv. With the lamp behind you off now, it was quiet dark You couldn't see Jeongguk that well except the tv light casting on his face. He lights the blunt and starts to smoke it.

You both watch the movie and smoke two blunts along with it. It was a comedy.

It was a time like this where you could climb onto his lap and start to kiss his soft lips. But then this is the time to also hide away and cry your pain away. You knew damn well that you weren't his type. You wish you could just get over these feelings.

Towards the end of the movie, you felt his fingers grab your foot. But you snatch it back and gave him a questioning look.

“Umm.”

“I was going to massage your feet.” he looks at you with a ‘duh’ expression. But that just makes you laugh.

“Are you serious.” Your laugh dies out. “And just the other day Taehyung tried to give me a back massage.” You smile. “ You guys are hilarious. You should save those hands for a future girlfriend.”

“Right.” He tries to grab your feet again, but you tuck them away from him.

“Ha ha ha.” You roll your eyes. That made you realize that you just smoked two blunts and that you were indeed high as fuck. “Stop playing with me. I don't think my heart can handle it.” You were serious but made it sound like a joke. He didn't say anything back.

When the credits were rolling, you turned the lamp back on.

“So are you spending the night or going home?”

“I don't want to stay with Taehyung or I’ll be sneezing out of my ass.” He shakes his head. You shook your head at his words and gave him a little laugh.

“Whatever Gguk. Goodnight.” You say standing up. But he stops you. In fact, in a blink of an eye he was on one side of the couch to the other. His body was stuck to yours and his arms around you.

“Ill stay with you instead.” he says. You tried to stand up, and you thought he might actually let you. But instead he just pulls you back down onto his lap. He moves your body so that you were facing him.

“Jeongguk, i'm tired.”You whine, trying to get out of his hold.

“You know, I'm really happy that I met you.” He mumbles against your head.

“You both always tell me.” You sigh. You might have sounded mean, but they literally tell you this all of the time.

“I'm serious, you make me so happy.” His arms tighten around you, giving you a firm back hug.

“Why are you all sappy tonight? We watched a comedy last time I checked, not a romance.” You turn and look at him. His eyes raised and looked into yours. The whites of his eyes were slightly red, and they were lower. His hair was messy and loose since there wasn't any products in it.

He breathing got heavy, and he didn't say anything. You were stuck wondering what he was thinking. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it up to his chest. You felt his heart beating faster than normal.

“Are you too high or something?” You mumble. He sticks his tongue into his cheek.

“Wanna go out to eat tomorrow night?” He asks you softly, confusing you because he changed the subject.

“I promised Taehyung a movie night tomorrow.” You pout a bit, wanting the food.

“No, it's okay. Don't pout.” He murmurs. He grabs your face with one of his hands. With the other he leans both of you down and he buries his face into your neck.

Your eyes would've gave away your uneasiness, but thankfully his eyes were closed. One hand around your waist, holding you close and the other hand against your chest, holding your face close to his.

“G-gguk.” You whisper trying to look at him, but he just sticks his head further into your neck, hiding his face away.

“Shh, I just want to sleep with you next to me.” His words brushed against his your skin, your skin gaining shivers. This is the closest he has ever been to you.

Sure he's given lingering hugs, or his hands would hold your arm or wrist, so that you would stay close. You’d never give him your hand, you would be crossing the friendship line.

This, right now is crossing the line. But you can't just push him off and go to your room, he was in a weird mood and you didn't want to hurt his feelings. As his friend you can stay here and comfort him.

“Ill stay, but i'm not comfortable like this.” You words breaking the little silence episode that was happening. Jeongguk opened his eyes and let you go. You got up and turned off the lamp. He moved a bit so you could have more room to get comfortable. But you shake your head and hold your hand up.

“My bed is much more comfortable than this. Plus you're in Jane’s favorite sleeping area.” You say looking down at your cat sleeping soundly on the floor. Since it was dark you couldn't see what his face looked like, but he got up and grabbed your hand. You freaked and pulled him towards your room. You tried to remove your hand from his, but he quickly realized and laced his fingers with yours. Your heart was beating extremely fast as you both walked down the hall.

Once you reach your room, you've managed to let him go, you get into bed and pat the other side for him. The moonlight coming from the window shined on his face. He looked down at you with this intense gaze.

He wasn't sure if this was safe for him. Should he lay in the same bed as you? He wanted to scream at Taehyung for getting sick. He was suppose to be here tonight, to take everything to the next step. But it wasn't like he got sick on purpose. In fact he was so upset that he refused to even come to movie night, because he didn't want to get you sick.

Taehyung is the calm and soothing one, not him. He knew he could make things intense. But shit, he didn't want to scare you.

His eyes bore into yours as he grabs his shirt and pulls it over his head. He walks to the other side and climbs in. You lay down, not wanting to take up his personal space. But two hands under the cover pulls you. One of his legs go over yours and his arms hold you in. You sighed, knowing that you won't be going anywhere for the rest of the night. You calmed down and fell asleep.

The next morning, you woke up to patterns being traced up your arm, around your neck and over your face. You knew it was Jeongguk, and when his finger got to around your eyes, you opened them.

“Good morning.” His voice was rough, like he had just woken up. His leaned over you, laying on his side and his arm holding his head up. One of his legs were still over yours, partially caging you in.

“Good morning Jeongguk. You smile. He was acting the same. Still so close. Usually, if they spend the night. They sleep on the couch, or on the floor. Sometimes one of them would end up in your bed, but they wouldn't be so close. As soon as they wake up, they would be asking what you wanted for breakfast, or what type of coffee.

But now, he won't stop staring at you. Making you question how you look, after just waking up. His eyes roam over your face, landing below on your lips everyone now and then. You ask him if he wants to wake and bake, but he doesn't say anything. You ask him if he’s hungry. He just frowns and licks his lips.

Every possible reason going through your head, you wanted an answer. Why was he acting like this? You've dismissed every possible answer if it involved anything more than friends...but what if? He was still tracing patterns on your skin, looking everywhere but your eyes.

“Jeongguk…” You say his name, his head leans up towards you, his eyes catching onto yours. You lick your lips, unsure of what to say. But his eyes snap to your lips, watching you. Now your heart was beating fast.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You heart stopped then, everything was too much. You literally just said that out loud. You were getting overwhelmed. But no one would be able to tell on the outside. So you knew that you were getting yourself riled up for no reason. But this was a reason right?

Your words made his eyes pop back to yours. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. But he nods. Then it was like he let out his breath that he was holding. He nods faster, and pulls you closer, whining a bit. He leans down a bit, almost connecting your lips. But he stops.

“I can't.” his words stopped everything. Your face instantly fell into a frown. And Jeongguk knew he was fucked no matter what happens now. He can’t kiss you because he agree with Tae to wait until you all were together. He knows how easy it was to piss you off. How easy it was for you to shut everyone out.

“Get off of me then.” You voice was cold, unlike the nervous one before.

“Yn, wait.” He tries to stop you, but you pushed him off of you and you left the room. You didn’t want to be near him anymore. Not after he just embarrassed, and played with you like that. You go into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You thankfully grabbed your phone before and you hooked it up to the stereo system in your bathroom. Really like a $10 speaker. You turned it up full blast with your most hypest music and got into the shower. You didn’t want to hear him. And thankfully you couldn’t hear him banging on the door to let him in.

When you got out of the shower, and he nowhere to be found. You took a deep breath, unable to get what happened out of your mind. Now how were you supposed to be around him?

You finished getting ready for the day in a sweat suit. You had to run a few errands before going to see Taehyung. When you were out, you got some popcorn and picked up the movie he wanted. On the way home. You stopped at the Gas Station needing some gas. And some candy. Going there was a last minute thought. And you really wished you didn’t, because as soon as you got out of the car you seen Jeongguk. He was walking out of the store and his eyes went right to you. You quickly opened the door, you heard something drop and you looked back. You seen him drop the drink he had in his hand and was running towards you.

Full panic sets into you and you quickly step back around your door. Since your vehicle was taller, you had to step up. You lift your foot up and step up, and you’re spun around in place. You look at Jeongguk, and was just below your eye level since you were up.

“Jeongguk what are you doing? People are around, and you’re practically manhandling me.” you nod towards his hands on your wrists. He doesn’t say anything for a second.

“Let go of me.” You sit down in your seat. His figure not letting your legs go in.

“You don’t understand.” He mumbles. But you just scoff.

“No, I understand. You like to play with people's feelings. I should’ve known that the first time I seen you.” You push his arms off of your and you get into your car all the way.

“Yn” You slam your door in his face and left, forgetting about the gas.

Jeongguk pulls out his phone and rings Taehyung.

“Whats up Gukkie?” Taehyung still sounded a bit stuffed, but better than before.

“I fucked up.” His voice sounded painful, putting Tae on alert.

“What? What happened?” Jeongguk went on about what happened. He knew he was going to be yelled at, so he started walking down the street. Sure enough, Tae did.

Taehyung was the type to plan, he liked things done smoothly. Unlike Jeongguk, his liked to dive right in, and take what he wants. Jeongguk realized a while ago that he had to take it slow, but last night he couldn't control himself.

“Fuck, she just messaged me saying that she doenst feel good. She isn’t coming over.” Taehyung's voice saddened as his words went on. Jeongguk felt disappointed in himself.

“I'm sorry.”

“It was probably to soon anyways.”

At first you planned on avoiding them for a couple of days. But then you got a call from a grocery store from down the street. They were calling about the application you had put in, they wanted a loyal employee, because they were sick of teenagers applying and quitting. You agreed right away.

Those couple of days turned into weeks. Three to be exact. You didn't completely avoid them. They would ask to hang out, over text or facetime, but you would tell them you had to work. You wouldn't tell them where though, when they ask, you would completely change the subject. Or tell them you had to go.

You just had to box up these stupid feelings like everything else and you should be fine. Just a couple more weeks.

But, when you see a couple of hands place down cookies and chips with some waters down on the table to check out. You looked up and seen an extremely stoned Jeongguk and Taehyung. You were afraid that this was going to happen.

Taehyung's hair was a bit shorter, his eyes were red from smoking, it looks like he had red makeup around his eyes. He had a button down dress shirt, it was a bit big.

Jeongguk with a headband under his hair, a blue oversized shirt with black cargo pants. His eyes matching Taehyung's, his eyes as red as his hair.

You quickly grab their snacks and ring them up.

“Did you guys find everything okay?” You ask putting the snacks in a paper bag. They don't reply. Jeongguk hands you a fifty dollar bill before you could even say the amount. You put their bag on the counter and he grabs it along with his change.

“H-have a nice day.” You give them a small smile and quickly look down at your cash drawer and close it. When you looked back up they were already walking away. You watched them leave, you watched as Taehyung grabbed Jeongguks hand pulling him faster.

They must not of known you worked here. They really wanted to get away. You sighed, and smiled as a lady came up to check out.

Towards the end of your shift. You waited for the next cashier to come and take over. Your feet were killing you and you just wanted to get home. Since you lived down the street, you walked everyday, needing the exercise. When she comes, you give her the key to the drawer and you grab your belongings and leave. You walked out of the front sliding door and walked towards your street.

You were just about to cross the street when a familiar Jeep pulls up in front of you. You were shocked to say the least. Did they really wait until you were done with your shift? You tried to walk around but they just scooted forward. You knew you wouldn't be able to go anywhere. You sighed and got in the back seat. There was a small rolling tray with a fat blunt sitting there.

“Smoke.” Taehyung says from the driver's seat, he then turns the music up and drives. The music was too loud to even try and talk to them. So you take a lighter out of your pocket and sparked up.

You watched the scenery out of the window as Taehyung drove around. They played some of your favorite music and joined you with their own blunts. No words spoken to one another.

By the time you were down to the glass tip, he was driving down your street, your heart started beating faster and faster. Your hands getting clammy. But you just take a deep breath in, hoping to calm your nerves.

Once they pulled in, you got out and walked towards the door, avoiding them a bit longer. You didn't say anything as they followed you. You buzzed in and walked up the stairs. Once you got to your door to unlock it, their bodies didn't stop until they were up against yours. Your hand was shaking a bit, missing the keyhole a bit.

Once you got in. Taehyung shuts and locks the door, something he always bugs you about because you seem to forget to lock it a lot.

“I'm gonna go shower.” You say and quickly go to the bathroom. Thankfully they didn't follow. You quickly showered and put some shorts and an oversized shirt. You stood in your room, in your mirror, talking to yourself. Preparing yourself, for either losing them as friends, or something else entirely. You aren't sure what you're scared of more. Whatever happened, you can't be a wimp.

You took a deep breath and walked into your living room. You expected them to be sitting there talking, not standing there, in almost the same position. Except their shoes and jackets were off.

Taehyung grabs your hand and pulls you towards the couch. You both sit down, and Jeongguk follows behind. Now you were sandwiched between them.

You weren't sure if you should speak first, or wait. You knew you were mean for what you did, everybody hates being avoided. But it just happens. Now with them so close, you almost forgot how good it felt to be near them.

You gave in and leaned into Taehyung, you snuggled yourself into him, and he happily welcomed you in. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Jeongguk told me what happened. He didn't mean to hurt your feelings, that wasn't his intentions. You have to know that.” Taehyung's voice was soft, but it still annoyed you. Did they not see what they do to you? You leaned up a bit to look at Taehyung in the face.

“So, if I leaned up…” Which you did. Your lips were moments away when you stopped. “Wanting to kiss you, but then don't because I ‘can't’” You but more diction on can't. Showing how annoyed you were. Taehyung's face didn't help. His stoned eyes looking dead into yours, he licks his lips and he started to lean forward a bit but you back away.

Now Taehyung understands what Jeongguk meant. Being that close, is almost impossible to keep himself in control.

“I don't know what's with you guys. But I think you need to get laid or something.” You can't assume that they like you. What if they didn't like you back? You would look dumb. You look dumb for even wanting both.

Apparently your little joke didn't settle with them. You didn't notice, but Taehyung looks over at Jeongguk and nods.

“I'll see you tomorrow, you and Jeongguk need some time together.” Taehyung grabs you face softly with his hand and he kissed you softly. Before you could react he grabs his jacket and shoes and leaves.

You still sat there, stunned, frozen, unable to move. You slowly turn your head to Jeongguk who was staring back and had a little smirk on his face.

“Did you just see what he did?” You ask, your voice barely coming out above a whisper. He laughs softly and he nods. Jeongguk was so happy. Not only did Taehyung give him the chance to redo his mistake, but he kissed her first. Which is what he wanted. So now Jeongguk was free to do whatever, with your consent of course.

“I know I assume things quickly, so talk before I freak myself out.” You cheeks were on fire at the moment. You wanted to know what he was thinking, before you start thinking for him. He leans forward, facing you more.

“You know I'm not good with my words.” His sighs, he looks everywhere but you. He had a slight frown; his thinking face.

“Well you can't show me apparently.” You roll your eyes. You started counting in your head, needing to calm down. You always get so defensive. Taehyung definitely kissed you sober.

“Now-now I can.”

You eyes met his, and they were big and glowing. He made sure to keep eye contact, so you knew he was serious. If something doesn't happen soon, he was going to explode. He never felt such a weird connection. Everytime he is around you, his body lights up and his mind can't stop running.

When he first seen you, walking down the hill. He did a double take, times two. He knew a quick way to get you to be comfortable with him, is to help you out and hang out with you as much as possible. If not, he would just be in bed thinking about you. You were such a closed off person, but once he got in… he was definitely a goner. Then he realized that Taehyung felt the same way. Jeongguk and Taehyung agreed that they didn't want to be in relationship with each other, just with you. They both have been friends for so long, that they understood each other so well. Sharing would be no problem. It was all up to you.

So when you avoided not just him but the both of them, he felt like he lost someone. He hated being so dramatic.

“Why did you avoid me for so long?” He asks you changing the subject. He wanted to catch you off guard. So he can show you his separate feelings for you.Not just kiss you because Taehyung did.

“Work” You quickly say. You look away wanting him to see your bluff. But he did anyways.

“That’s not that only reason.” He grabs your hand, pulling it into his lap and holding it firmly.

“I left my old town because of an ex. I don’t deserve anyone, and the fact that you and Taehyung just fell into my life. I knew it was a bad idea from the beginning.” You looked up at him. “I avoided you for so long because I needed to get rid of this want to be near you all of the time. Get rid of this stupid ass butterflies.” When his eyes widen at your words, you looked down embarrassed. “At some point you are going to leave me and I need to be ready. I hate getting attached so fast.” Your heart felt so heavy.

A hand comes in front of your face and to the other side of your face. It pushes your face towards Jeongguk’s. He meets you halfway. Everything was so fast, but it seemed to slow down when his lips got closer and closer. His eyes were squeezed shut. When his lips were connected to yours. You panicked a little on the inside because the butterflies were back. When you started to kiss him back, that’s when he let go. With both of his hands, he grabbed you and pulled you as close as he could to himself. He kissed you so hard and fast, as if you were going to disappear. He started to slow down and he pulled away. His lips were red and starting to swell. His breathing was uneven. He leaned his forehead on yours and look you in the eyes.

“As long as you want me to be here, I’ll be here. Taehyung too, we aren't going anywhere.” His voice touched your skin. Your whole body was on fire, and you couldn't even think straight. You would probably look down, but his hands held you in place.

“Gguk-” You raised your hands up to his. Needing him not to be so close right now. You don't know what to do. But what you did know is that you really, really wanted to kiss him again. His lips stopped you from talking any further. He knew what you were going to say, that you needed to think about it, but it's only to avoid him even further.

“Stop overthinking everything.” He sighs and leans back. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere. Taehyung still had to do his magic, and use his words. He knew that you would understand and realize that what you feel is okay, you were so oblivious.

“I haven't even told you why I randomly moved to this town. Yet-”

“That doesn't mean anything. You telling me that won't change the way I feel about you, nor Taehyung.”

He was practically telling you that they both liked you, not the way he wanted to confess but it gets the job done.

At this point, anything can happen and you wouldn't be surprised. You looked up at him, feeling your cheeks burn. His hair was all crazy and his face was almost as red as his hair. His eyes were on you, waiting.

You needed to really confirm this. Confirm these feelings, then you could move on to whatever was next. You sit up, you tuck your legs underneath you and face him.

“Come here.” You say. He frowns a bit, confused. But he gets up, in the same position as you. He looked down at you, waiting. “Kiss me.”

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Realization - Tree Bros

Prompt: maybe how Connor and Evan realized they were falling for each other. I know it sounds like stupid but I haven't actually read that many good ones

Word Count: 4564 (damn this took a while)

I’m gonna start from Connor’s POV then start again with Evan’s then continue in third

I hope this satisfies you

Connor

“You can’t just change who I am! I don’t give a fuck that you think being gay is a crime, you’ll just have to fucking deal with it.” I shout. God I hate how Larry always has to start fucking arguments with me.

Larry’s face goes red with rage. “Don’t you dare yell at your father, boy!” He screams back at me.

I scoff, “Right, cause someone’s father would decide that his son is being damned to hell cause he likes guys. Real mature.”

“God damnit Connor, why can’t you be more like your sister!”

I place my hand against my chest in mock surprise. “What? I thought I was just like her! Long hair, painted nails, also I like guys! Just like Zoe! Oh wait, you think that all that stuff is to girly. You think guys shouldn’t have any of that shit. Well new flash Larry, when did I give a fuck about what you care about? Oh right, never. Now if you excuse me, I’m have some pretty gay shit to be getting done, so.” I give Larry a two finger salute, and I push past him on my way upstairs. Once I get to the top, I turn to see his state, an angry fumbling, mumbling mess. Perfect. I love when he’s left speechless.

I slam enter my room, wishing I still had my door.

Oh right, you’re probably now wondering why I don’t have a door, right? Well it’s because I was caught having sex with my boyfriend.

Kidding. I don’t even have a boyfriend.

No, it was really because, a few weeks ago, I tried to leave this shit hole known as planet Earth. I had had enough of my dad lecturing me about drugs and alcohol. I don’t even drink! I just occasionally smoke weed, takes my mind off of a lot. I’m also sick of all the fuckers at school who think that making other people feel like shit is the best thing in the world. Maybe to them it’s thrilling, but to the kids on the other end of the attacks, it fucking sucks. I was also done with my mom acting like she pretended to care, because if she really did, she would have kept me in therapy, and on the antidepressants, instead of letting Larry take me off of them because ‘they cost to much.’ Shut up Larry, you make plenty of fucking money. Finally I was sick of treating Zoe the way I do. I just can’t help it! Once I’m angry, not much can calm me down but reading. And I hate lashing out at Zoe, sure she’s a bitch, but it’s usually my fault. Not all the time though.

I stalk over to my bed and I flop down on it, thinking about the past three weeks.

The first day of school, I shoved a kid in the halls, Evan Hansen, and at the end of the day I actually went to apologize. I signed his cast, not actually apologizing for shoving him but it was close enough. Then I saw the paper he printed out, and I flipped out cause he mentioned my sister. At first glance I thought he was trying to get me pissed off so he could laugh about it later with his annoying ass friend, Jared Kleinman. I shouted at him and I ran out of the computer lab, clutching the letter.

Zoe was still in jazz band and she had the car keys. I ran all the way home, glad my mother was out, and my dad was still at work.

As soon as I was in my room, I looked back at the letter I took from Evan. I began to read it, and by the time I was done, I realized I over reacted. Evan felt the exact same way I did. Alone. I believed no one cared, that no one would notice if I was gone, and it seemed like he did too. I read the letter again, and folded it up to place it back in my pocket.

I decided I would use that as my note.

I left my room, and went into the bathroom, finding three pill bottles. One for my dad’s back pain, one for my depression, and one for my mom’s arthritis. I took five pills from each bottle, and swallowed them dry.

I didn’t feel the effects right way, like I thought I would so I took three more of each, and sat.

Finally, I felt the working, and I fell to the floor. Right before I blacked out, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Connor?”

I shove my face into my hands. God, if I had just waited until that night, when everyone was asleep, no one would have found me until the morning and I would have succeeded. I still don’t know if I’m glad I failed or not.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to find that I have a text from Evan.

Tree Lover:

Hey, my mom is out for the night and left me money to order pizza. Can you come over?

I smile as I read the text. Evan has terrible anxiety, which is why he wrote those letters, and I usually help him with ordering food. He hates talking to people he doesn’t know.

Me:

Sure, be there in ten

As I make my way to Evan’s house I think about how we became friends.

I opened my eyes, blinking away the bright light. I took a minute for my eyes to adjust, but finally they did. I looked around, and silently cursed.

It didn’t work.

The first person I see is my mother.

“Connor! Oh thank God you’re okay!” She comes forwards and sits down at the chair next to my bed, grabbing my hand and giving it a tight squeeze before dropping it. I just stared at her.

Then I saw Larry. “Cynthia, leave him alone. We shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of the attention he oh so desperately wanted.”

“Larry! He’s hurting!” my mother sobbed.

“Oh please, he-”

“Will you two stop fighting!” Zoe shouted, and that's when I looked at her. “Oh and Connor, I’m glad you’re okay, dumbass.”

I nodded, I didn’t know what to say.

“Oh, Connor, Evan’s here too, come on Evan it’s okay.”

I looked at her, confused, as she beckoned someone forward. I was shocked to see Evan Hansen walking towards me.

“He told us all about your friendship.”

I raised my eyebrow at Evan and he blushed. All I said was, “Can I talk to Evan? Alone?”

My mother jumped up. “Of course!” She then ushered the rest of my family out of the small hospital room, shutting the door softly behind her.

“Wh-why didn’t you tell them the truth?” Evan questioned.

“Cause I’d like to hear your story, so why did quite little Evan Hansen decide to be ‘friends’ with the school shooter?”

“I don't think you’re a sc-school shooter,” Evan mumbled, shuffling his feet, and picking at his cast.

He takes a deep breath, and then starts his story.

He told me how two days ago, apparently I’ve been asleep for nearly a week, my parents called him down to the principal's office. My mother was gripping his letter, which they assumed was my letter for him. They automatically assumed we were best friends, and Evan couldn’t say that we weren’t because they, by they I mean my mom, seemed so happy that I actually had a friend. Evan fabricated a few lies saying that we had been friends for a while, and when they asked why they didn’t know, Evan freaked and said he was embarrassed. I laughed at that and told him that if he became my friend, I’d rub it in everyone’s faces that I’m not a loner.

He stared at me blankly when I said that.

“What?”

“You, do, will you be my friend?” He wasn’t looking at me when he said this, and his face was red.

“Sure why not.” I shrug, sitting up straighter in the small hospital bed.

Becoming friends with Evan was one of the only good decisions I’ve made since I entered High school.

I pull into his driveway, quickly turning off the car and making my way up to Evan’s door.

I knock three times on the front door, and it’s quickly opened by Evan.

“Hey Ev, did you order it online?” I ask, entering the house, as Evan shuts the door.

“Y-yeah, it’ll be here in fi-fifteen minutes,” Evan stumbles out. I smile at him, and we head into the family room to put on a movie. I let Evan pick, cause I never really care what movie we watch.

Five minutes of debating later, and Evan decided that we would watch Finding Nemo, one of his favorites. Evan places the movie into the console, and the previews begin to play. He sits down right next to me on the couch, and we silently watch the previews.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rings, and I get up, grabbing the twenty from Evan’s out stretched hand.

Three minutes later, I come back with the pizza in my hands. “Dinner is served!” I say, flipping the top off of the pizza. Half cheese, for Evan, and have pepperoni, for me.

Evan lets out a quiet giggle. God, he’s so adorable. Wait, not that I like him. Cause if I did, I would have realized by now right? Yeah, I definitely would have realized. I might be gay, but not for Evan. Sure, his smile makes me really happy, cause when he’s happy everyone must be happy. And his hair is really soft, and I love stroking it, it always calms him down. And yeah, I’m always happier around him, but that’s just cause we’re friends. People can think their friends are cute. There’s no law against it.

“Connor?” Evan asks, nudging my shoulder.

I blink, “Hmm?”

“I asked if you were hungry, you’ve been staring at the TV for fifteen minutes, not eating your pizza.”

I look down at my plate, no pizza. “Oh, I guess I got lost in thought.” I grab a slice of pizza, and I take a bite, returning my gaze to the movie.

Thirty minutes into the movie, we’ve finished the box of pizza. Evan is watching the movie, a smile on his face. God he is such a dork, I just want to wrap him up in a blanket and protect him from the terrible place known as Earth. As a friend. Obviously. Nothing more. Right?

Ten minutes after that, I see Evan’s eyes begin to close, and his head plops onto my shoulder. Ah fuck, he fell asleep on me. Again.

I move his head onto my lap, and place hiss feet on the couch to make it more comfortable.

I run my fingers through his hair, and I smile down at him. He always looks so much more peaceful when sleeping, as if when he’s asleep he doesn't worry. Cause he doesn’t need to worry. I just wish he could be like this during the day. I wish I could do more to help him. I wish that I was tough enough to actually put myself out there, just to make sure Evan gets the life he fucking deserves.

Oh shit, I’m gay for my best friend.

I internally groan as I realize this. First of all I can’t believe I didn’t realize this before, because I’m fairly sure I’ve liked him for a while. As I look back down at him, I realize I’ve never really liked anyone this much. Evan and I have been friends for a few months now. We became friends in August and now it’s the middle of January. I realize that I don’t just like Evan, I might just love him.

And don’t you just love being in love with someone who will only ever see you as a friend? Especially since they love your sister.

Evan

“Sweetie, I have to stay at the hospital a bit late okay? And then I have night classes. I left a twenty on the counter, order a pizza or something, okay?” My mom says through the speaker of the phone.

“Um, o-okay, I’ll do that.” I say, already planning on asking Connor to come over to answer the delivery person, so I won’t have to.

I became friends with Connor Murphy six months ago, in possibly the weirdest way.

His parents assumed we were friends because they saw my therapy note in his pocket after he attempted suicide. His parents just seemed so happy that their son had a friend, and I couldn’t tell them that we weren’t friends. Especially since if I did, they’d ask why the letter was addressed to me, and I’d have to tell them what happened in the computer lab. I really didn’t want to explain that.

So instead, I went with them to the hospital to see Connor everyday after school. Telling them we had a private Email account, and that he took me to the orchid, which is where I broke my arm. Then, Connor woke up and I thought he’d tell his parents the truth about me.

But he didn’t. I was forever thankful for that,

Instead it seemed as if he wanted his parents to continue to think he actually had a friend, and we really did become friends. So now, we both had genuine friends. Sure, before Connor I had Jared, but he always said we were just family friends and that he only hung out wit me so his parents would pay his car insurance. However, back in November, he admitted to me that he was just slightly insecure, and that’s why he always made fun of me. Now we’re actually pretty good friends, but not as close as Connor and I are.

I pull out my phone, and I enter my messaging app. I click on Connor’s name, as it is at the top, just below my mom’s, and above Jared’s.

Me:

Hey, my mom is out for the night and left me money to order pizza. Can you come over?

God I hope he isn’t busy. He usually isn’t, but it’s a Friday night, he could be out with his smoking buddies. They’re not really ‘buddies’ they just happen to all smoke at the same place. The alley behind the local Piggly Wiggly.

I then mentally scold myself. Connor hasn’t gotten high in weeks, a month and a half to be exact. He’s been trying to d better, improving his life, and relationships with his family, ever since his attempt.

CONman:

Sure, be there in ten

I smile, my mind still thinking about Connor’s attempt, which then lead me to think of mine.

It was the end of May, or maybe early June. I don’t really remember. I was working as an apprentice park ranger as I knew so much about trees. I may be nervous around people my age and older, but I’m great around kids. I taught classes teaching little kids all about forests and the things that lived in them.

One afternoon, on my lunch break, I decided that I wanted to climb a forty foot tree. Smart right?

Once I had gotten to the top, I sat on a branch looking down at the ground. Suddenly, I thought:

Would anyone even notice, or even care, if I jumped?

So, that’s what I did. I stood up, and jumped off of the tree. I’ve been struggling with my depression for a while, and sometimes it gets too much. I just wanted to end my pain, so I decided that jumping off a forty foot oak tree would do the trick. Apparently I was so fucking wrong.

I fell, hitting a multitude of branches on the way down. Every branch I hate, scraped up my back, sides, and stomach more and more. I hit the ground, and my arm went completely numb.

So there I was, tears in my eyes, and on my face. My body was stinging from all the cuts, and I couldn’t feel my left arm.

I stayed there for a solid ten minutes, waiting for someone, anyone, to come looking for me. No one came.

Eventually,I pushed myself up with my one good arm, and I started walking to the little clinic at the park.

The nurses in the clinic, wrapped up my arm and sent me to the hospital.

I got the cast off in late September, but I kept it as it’s one of the things that started my friendship with Connor.

Then, I pull out my laptop, and go online to Domino’s website. I order an extra large pizza, half cheese, half pepperoni. Connor loves pepperoni.

Ten minutes later, the door bellrings, and I glance out the window, seeing Connor at the door.

I quickly open the door, glad to see my best friend.

“Hey Ev, did you order it online?” He asks me, as he makes his way into the house. It’s like he lives here. Which is sort of true, he usually comes here after he fights with his dad, which is often.

“Y-yeah, it’ll be here in fi-fifteen minutes,” I stumble out, and Connor smiles at me. I’m getting better at not stuttering, and because Connor is someone I’m comfortable with, it’s even easier. We head into the living room and I go to pick out a movie, Connor saying he doesn't care what I choose.

I stare at my options. I have five tree documentaries, but Connor isn’t always into them. I also have many Disney movies, along with DreamWorks, and Pixar. I also own all the Star Wars movies and all the Harry Potter movies as well. I sort through all the movies, and I eventually end on one of my favorites, Finding Nemo.

I place the movie into the DVD player, and the previews start up. I walk over to the couch and I place myself next to Connor. To be honest, I use to have a crush on Connor’s sister, but at the end of November I started to see her as just a friend, then I realized it was mainly do to the fact I liked Connor instead.

Sure, Connor can get angry at times, but since his attempt, his parents put him in therapy, and he’s been put on better meds. It’s seemed to help him a lot, and I’m really glad.

Also, Connor is really nice to look at. When he’s not angry, or not around his dad, his eyes are really soft, and pretty. His hair looks amazing on him, and he looks incredibly hot in a pony tail, or bun.

Yeah, I’m so totally bi.

When the previews are almost done, the doorbell rings and I stuff my hand into my pocket to take out the twenty dollar bill my mom left. I hold it out for Connor to take, and he goes to get the pizza.

A little bit later, he comes back holding the pizza box on one hand. “Dinner is served!” He says, pulling the top up to reveal the delicious pizza. Half cheese, for me, and have pepperoni, for Connor.

I give a soft giggle at Connor’s actions. God, he’s so adorable. I love when Connor’s able to joke around with me. It always makes me so happy to know that, even for a little bit, Connor can be happy.

I take a piece of pizza from the box and place it on a paper plate that I grabbed from the kitchen before Connor had even gotten here.

A few minutes later, I realized that Connor hadn’t even touched his half of the pizza.

“Connor, aren’t you hungry?” I ask, and wait for an answer. He doesn’t answer so I ask again, this time also nudging his shoulder. “Connor?”

He blinks, as if I pulled him out of some dream state. “Hmm?”

“I asked if you were hungry, you’ve been staring at the TV for fifteen minutes, not eating your pizza.”

He looked down at his plate, which had no pizza. “Oh, I guess I got lost in thought.” He then proceeds to grab a slice of pizza, and takes a large bite from it. He continues to then stare back at the TV. Connor is acting a bit strange, but I let it slide. When Connor want’s to talk about something, he tells you.

Once we finish the pizza, I toss my paper plate onto the box, and I just continue to watch the movie. I’ve always loved this movie, mainly because I loved when movies had talking animals.

Eventually, I feel my eyes begin to get heavy, and the slowly drift closed. The last thing I remember, before I enter dream world, is my head hitting Connor’s shoulder. I smile, as I drift off.

Third Person

The next morning, the boys wake up in Evan's room, as Connor had carried Evan up stairs when the movie was done.

Connor secretly loved Disney.

Connor also didn’t want to leave Evan, as he didn’t want to worry him, nor did he want to go back home. Staying at Evan’s was always a good idea.

So, that meant that once the boys woke up they’d find themselves with Evan curled up into Connor’s chest, and Connor’s arms wrapped tightly around the smaller boy.

Evan always loved his sleep overs with Connor. Evan always woke up first, not to Connor’s knowledge. Evan always kept his eyes closed, never not enjoying the feeling of Connor’s arms around him, for this is always how the woke up.

However, once Connor would wake, he’d quickly unwrap his arms from Evan’s torso, and scramble off the bed they’d be sleeping on. Connor had always liked Evan, he just never knew this. He always thought of it as a platonic like, and that Evan would be creeped out from waking up with Connor’s arms around him.

This time, however, Connor didn’t remove his arms.

After Evan being awake for half an hour, without Connor removing himself from him, he was starting to wonder why. Connor usually woke up fifteen minutes after Evan, of course, as mentioned before, Connor thought he always woke up before Evan.

After half and hour, fifteen minutes after Connor should have waken up, Evan decided to twist in Connor’s grip. Once Evan is fully turned, his eyes land on Connor’s eyes, fully opened.

Before Evan has time to ask why Connor hasn’t moved yet, Connor speaks first.

“Sorry, I know you probably think this is weird, but I just wanted one morning where I got to hold you. I’ll leave now if you want.” At that, Connor removed his arms from Evan, and he sat up in bed, grabbing his sweatshirt, which he took off the night before.

Evan reaches out a hand and grips onto Connor’s elbow. “N-no, please stay. I-I don’t mind a-at all.” Evan blushed at what he just said. God he sounds like such a fucking freak.

Connor smiled at Evan realized. “Good, cause I really didn’t want to leave.”

He then proceeds to pull Evan into a hug, and they lay back down on the bed, holding each other.

They stay like that for a good hour, whispering things to each other, as if Evan’s mother would hear anything from her room.

Occasionally, Evan lets out a small giggle, which makes Connor’s heart fucking melt.

He loves when Evan laughs. And, when Evan laughs, it makes Connor happier, and smile. And when Connor smiles, it makes Evan happier as well.

At one point, Connor can’t help himself. Evan had been talking about blossom trees' and how pretty they are when the bloom. He had a cute smile on his face, and his eyes were practically glowing.

Connor was very flustered, so he decided to plant a kiss on Evan’s forehead.

“date back too, w-why’d you do that?” Evan asks. He’s glad Connor kissed him. Just confused, he didn’t think Connor liked him that much.

“Because you’re cute and I wanted to. Can I kiss you again?” He asks, staring into Evan’s eyes, then at his lips, and back at his eyes.

Evan, wide-eyed, nods.

Connor takes his chance, and kisses Evan before he can change his mind.

This kiss was a bit sloppy and unpracticed, as it was Evan’s first. Sure, Connor had kissed a few guys before, but that was while he was high. None of them meant anything until now.

Even if the kiss was sloppy, it was still pure bliss for both of the boys. They pulled away after just a few seconds, foreheads pressed together. Both boys were grinning, and neither wanted to open their eyes, fearing it was all a dream.

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door, and Heidi Hansen is now standing in the doorway, not waiting for a response. Upon seeing the two boys still pressed together, holding each other, she lets out a tiny gasp.

“Oh! I didn’t, I’m sorry, I expected, well I knew Connor would, um, be here, but I didn’t-”

“Mom!” Evan sheiks, jumping away from Connor, cheeks burning. “Don’t you know not to barge into peoples rooms!” He whispers, very embarrassed from being caught. Sure she didn’t see them kissing, but it’s not like she couldn’t put two and two together. He wasn't even out as bi yet!

“I’m sorry honey, I just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving, and I’ll be home for dinner. Um, Connor is allowed to stay, of course, and um, I’m very happy for you. Bye sweetie, bye Connor.” Heidi waves at the two boys.

“Bye mom,” Evan mumbles.

“Bye Ms.Hansen,” Connor says, slight amusement in his voice.

As soon as Connor hears the door slam shut, he bursts into laughter. “Your mom nearly walked in on us kissing! Oh my god, that’s hilarious.”

“It’s not!” Evan shouts, pulling at his hair. “I hadn’t even come out as bi yet to her, and now she finds out from me kissing my best friends, oh my god that was mortifying.” Evan glances at Connor, “Not because it was you I was kissing, honestly I’m glad it was you. Mainly because my mom didn’t find out from me actually telling her, but instead-”

Connor cuts Evan off with a kiss, leaving Evan silent, and smiling.

“Ev, it’s okay, you know you’re mom is totally okay with you being bi, with us being together, if, of course, you want to be with me that is.”

Evan launches himself onto Connor. “Of course I want to be with you! God Connor I’ve liked you for like two months, well probably longer, but I realized I did two months ago,” Evan says, rambling a bit.

Connor laughs from below Evan. “Good, then you won’t mind me kissing you as much as possible, and always cuddling when we watch movies, I might be the school stoner but I live for Evan cuddles.”

Evan shoves his glowing face into Connor’s shoulder. “Yes, you can have Evan cuddles.” He mumbles just loud enough.

Connor smirks at the flustered Evan. “Fantastic.”

For the rest of the day, the new couple has a movie marathon, with plenty of Evan cuddles and Connor kisses.

Wowza I finished. Anyways, I hope you like this, and I hope I did what anon asked.

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I wasn’t going to fan out on him. He was a lot smaller than I imagined, slim figure, a real quiet demeanor. Which is funny because his riding is well known to be the opposite; loud and vicious. He had no visible tattoos besides two small but very noticeable ones on the top of his hands. It yelled to me, “I don’t give a fuck” and here he was in front of me. I absolutely was not going to fan out on him. I definitely was a fan though. It’s that quiet demeanor. That I want to be left alone look about him. It’s his weathered face and eye, youth has definitely took a toll on him. I had this image of what he’d be like and somehow he subverted all that but also exceeded it. That phrase, “so punk it hurts” and you look at him and you got that.

My friend Omar was there, he doesn’t ride so he didn’t know who he was. It was so weird to see Omar oblivious to someone that will truly rest as one the greats in BMX. It was good though. I remind Omar that this guy was in the X-Games at one point and we geek about it. I don’t remember the interaction all too well. Most of it was small talk, the legend wasn’t exactly the friendliest guy. Not mean, just quiet. We were in the living room with the guy who I was staying with, who’s another BMX royalty. Omar knew that though. He did his google research when we were heading over there and I gave him some historical context but for whatever reasons I can’t remember, our middleman was gone and it was just us three. Me trying my best not to say whatever comes into my head. The pro maybe hoping that I don’t make this weird, I don’t know, I don’t know what it’s like to be him but I’m sure that happens and Omar oblivious to it all, just chilling on his phone. Our middleman was gone for too long. I think it was him who initiated the small talk. Our mutual buddy introduced us as riders I think and that we’re with him. Nothing new in this community and I want to say he asked where we were coming from. The next thing I remember was the look on his face when we told him that story.

Omar and I was traveling through the southwest coming from Los Angeles and heading to Florida. It’s a lot of desert and a lot of driving. Thoroughly enjoyed cause Omar and I both enjoy that type of slow burn travel, car driving can be. I don’t remember where cause the desert blends the landscape into one but somewhere in New Mexico or Arizona. It was night. The land was flat and barren. Thinking back on it, it was cool to be around that endless sand and pure darkness due to man’s inability to conquer those lands effectively, that’s what I like to think at least. Omar felt a certain resonance with the desert, it’s most definitely cause he’s Egyptian. Sand is in his heritage. Sand people will love the sand but it was the stars that he remembers. He always speaks of it.

We were in Death Valley the night before that incident, this was just stupidity. We setup camp. Omar says he’s going to take a nap. I wanted to take a hike to the mountains. It seemed easy enough because the land was so flat and easily navigable. No trees to get lost in. You see the mountain and you head there and you head back. I told him a few hours but he might’ve already passed out from trip exhaustion so I just walked. Little by little the mountain grew bigger. At a certain point I remember being at the step so I thought time to climb. I hate when people say I climbed a mountain cause I imagine ropes and nails being involved but it was just a steep hike up. I’d get to a certain point and I’d realize there was a higher mountain to be climbed so I continued. I’d get there and the same thing would happen. So I continued. At some point I got near the top and it was cold and windy. The peak was full of loose rocks and God knows how far I was away from camp. I looked behind and our camp was a speck. I looked in front and there were more mountains across the valley. I felt that it was possible to walk through that valley to get there too. A lot taller mountains. It kind of annoyed me, the "extreme” side of me that got me into this predicament but what are you gonna do? I just knew there was never going to be an end to this pointless pursuit so I sat down to smoke some weed. Which is really hard when you’re on top of a mountain and it’s windy as hell. I remember finding some small rock overhang type thing and laying down and trying to block the wind and smoke. Too bad the wind was seemingly blowing in every direction but it ended up working.

I’m a loner stoner. I heard that term somewhere and always felt that applied to me. I hate being around people when I’m doing all that. I don’t smoke anymore by the way, not relevant to the story but just a tid bit to throw in there. It was ideal though. Stoned on top of a mountain, away from everything. In a barren landscape, no distraction. Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me but as I get older I just accept myself for who I am. I’m not going to try to fight it anymore. I’m a proud loner stoner (not anymore). I remember praying up there like some Biblical story. I don’t remember what I prayed for but it was probably something very general. I don’t like to pray for specifics cause I feel like I’m being too needy. I do remember I asked for a sign if God was out there cause I do remember those Biblical stories. I waited probably all of 10 minutes and remember thinking how stupid I was to ask for that. Why the fuck does God have to entertain me? It was stupid. It was getting dark, I started to head back.

Remember that barren lands can’t get lost thing? Well it was dark and I couldn’t see in front of me. No civilization, no light. There was a bit of moonlight and starlight but starlight don’t do nothing. It was all disorientating. I remember thinking, I have to head in a straight line back to make it. If I can do that, I’ll be ok so that’s what I did. It was anxious cause once I got off the mountain there was no camp light speckle left so for a few hours I walked in the what seemed like absolute darkness in pure anxiety hoping I don’t get bitten by rattlesnake or scorpion. “This is why they call it Death Valley”, I was thinking. I stayed straight to my path and I got back but where was I?

The camp was gone. It looked like the spot but I wasn’t sure. Everything was gone. I checked around it definitely seemed like it was the right place. There wasn’t any other campground for like 10 miles or so and I definitely wasn’t that off. Omar was gone, so was my car, and everything I had. I remember there was a new camp sight being built up. I didn’t want to seem like some desert serial killer by heading to them directly cause I came out of seemingly nowhere so I waited until they were outside their tent to say something. I asked about the whereabouts of my camp and mentioned Omar. It’s always weird to use race as a way to describe people to white people. Amongst minorities, it’s whatever but race is very sensitive topic to white people. Normally I’d call him “tall Muslim dude” but I think I called him “tall Egyptian dude”, it seemed more PC. They told me he packed up the camp and took my car to the nearest station to use the phone and report me missing. I was gone for maybe 5 hours most. I politely thanked them for their time and began to curse Omar’s name repeatedly on top of my lungs for the next few minutes. Eventually I wore myself out and laid on top of the picnic table there. I didn’t want to be bitten by rattlesnakes or scorpions. It was cold, it’s very cold in the desert at night. I remember looking up and seeing the stars as clear as I ever saw them. It was quite a sight but the mixture of the temperature and unease of feeling stranded still lingered in my head. I couldn’t enjoy it fully. Eventually I saw a familiar car roll up and Omar got out, “Bruh I thought you were dead”. He reported me missing. We discussed if we should head back and tell them I was found but I think we both settled it was too far and we didn’t care enough. Apparently a group of Norwegian girls came wanting to party but Omar was too busy trying to find me to entertain them. God really is cruel sometimes. “What were you doing up there, trying to talk to God like Moses?”, Omar sarcastically said.

At this point it was me and Omar yelling over each other to trying to tell our viewpoints while simultaneously defending our own actions. Omar defending himself and myself still cursing his name. I must have repeated “it was five fucking hours” quite a few times that night. This BMX legend was throughly intrigued, his eyes were wide from taking it all in. That’s when I told him that story. “So we were driving at night in the desert and there was semi in front of us”. Omar started bursting out laughing uncontrollably right then, he knew exactly where this was going. The legend looks over to Omar still laughing maniacally, eyes still wide, not saying anything, actively listening.

So we were driving at night in the desert and there was semi in front of us. It was late at night. Must have been like 3AM. Omar was dead, not literally obviously, not asleep either, but in quiet sedation. I was on autopilot. It’s the desert and there’s no cars around ever besides this one semi so it wasn’t tough. At this point no one was talking, not cause of what happened earlier but we probably smoked ourselves stupid and only had minimum brain cells keeping us going. I was about 15 feet behind the semi truck. Some people like more distance but I’ve been driving in Los Angeles, there is no concept of distance there. Bumper to bumper. When you’re on autopilot that’s just what happens. “Hey pull back a little”, those were the first words out of Omar’s mouth in a while. “Why?”. “I don’t know just do it”, I remember thinking Omar gone smoked himself paranoid but out of courtesy I relented. Not because it was hard to do but I was too tired to deal with any type of special requests at this point. Even the most idle chatter felt like work. A few moments later the tire on semi burst.

The trailer slid around and narrowly missed hitting us by a few feet. My autopilot changed from cruising to life saving immediately and I had to dodge the large tire debris and the truck which came to an abrupt stop. If Omar didn’t tell me to preemptively to move back, we would have most definitely been destroyed by the trailer, maybe even dead I was thinking but we escaped it all without any scratches. We left the truck behind. Terrible thing but it didn’t flip and I was on flight mode. I look over to Omar and he was still awake with the same expressionless face he had before. He definitely witnessed all that happen but didn’t seem at all moved by our near death experience. “Yo.. we could’ve died”, trying to vent out some of the stress from what just happened, trying to figure out what happened. “I’m not afraid of dying man”, he told me. It was like that high school edgelord reply and it annoyed the shit out of me. “Dude! We almost could’ve fucking died, did you not see what just happened!?. “I’m not afraid of dying”, he said to me again in the same monotone voice and expressionless face. I’m pretty sure I ranted for a bit and he sat there unmoved. A day later, we were still driving in the desert, its endless after all and suddenly all at once it hit him and he burst out all crazy crazy. “WE COULD’VE FUCKING DIED WHEN THAT SEMI TIRE BURST AND TRAILER SWINGING!”, not his exact words but with that trademark fast pace, loosely jointed sentences and ideas, yelled at decibels way too high. Something I expected him to be immediately after it actually happened but a day later it seemed to late. At that point personally all the happenings subsided a bit but I was thinking all sorts of crazy around the surrounding details of what happened. Did God speak through Omar... I still don’t know. I like to think that is what happened. I gave him so much shit for playing hardman “I’m not afraid to die” shit and he’s over here having some sort of strange delayed mental breakdown over the incident. That we could’ve been two dead kids in some mortuary, thousands of miles away from home if it wasn’t for some strange sixth sense happening. Maybe enough of Omar’s brain cells finally recovered and it was finally processing what happened.

The legend didn’t have words. His mouth opened but nothing came out. His eyes focused on us. He had this look where he was taking it all in and Omar and I are still yelling over each other confirming what happened as absolute truth, one of the few moments we actually agreed. He believed us definitely but he was just like us, didn’t know how to really put all that into some type of logical understanding I think. Almost in a catatonic shock. I still don’t know what to think. I do believe though and when I saw him next time at the bar, the legend did say hey.

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