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nicolasofscratch‌:

“Come on! It’ll be fun! We’re all stuck inside, so we might as well do something!” Nico exclaimed, gesturing at the mess that used to be his dorm room. Nico was lucky enough to have no room mate, so there was nobody to complain when he threw both mattresses onto the floor, turning his dorm room into a blanket/pillow arena, the floor padded and covered with bedding so people could let off steam in a semi-approved way. The bedframes were shoved up against walls, forming a ‘ring’ in the middle of the floor.

It had started as just a way to keep himself busy. Nico hated being indoors. So he’d intended to just clean up his room, which said a lot about how bored he was. But once he pushed the mattress onto the floor and removed the blankets from his bed…he’d gotten an awfully awesome idea. Pillow. Fights. Build an arena with his excess mattresses. Use the pillows from the bed nobody was sleeping in. All in all, an excellent way to waste time while all the extra activities were shut down and the campus was on high alert for what everyone was calling ‘the bear’ even though it definitely wasn’t a bear. “You know you wanna take a swing at me. A pillow right across the face.” Nico’s gesture was more inviting than Vanna White. “Do it.”

Albert hated colder weather and preferred to stay inside than deal with it. The lockdown meant being confined to one place for however long, which was too long for him. He hadn’t seen his roommate Hugo, but knowing him, drama was probably unfolding that Al would leave to hear whenever he got the chance. Nico was his first option to hang out with, and Al genuinely enjoyed whatever they tended to get themselves into which has always been a blessing.

He’d been leaning against the wall closest to the closet, watching feeds of everyone that was happy about the lockdown or completely dreading it.  “You know there are moments when you’re so great at sarcasm I never know if you’re being serious or not.” Al shrugged. He was actually sober at this moment, which came as a surprise for some when he didn’t have anything else to do school or sports related.

Picking up the pillow with his left hand, he put his pocket to the side. “You do realize I’ll win, right? I am an expert at swinging, if I don’t say so myself.” He jokingly put his hand over his heart, mimicking a smug look that you’d see on the current president during a press conference or a celebrity who believes they just killed a show. “You want to put yourself through that?” Al challenged, though not knowing exactly how this would go.

Pillow Fight!

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ohcndrea‌:

to say andrea had been paying attention would’ve been a total overstatement. books being held firmly under one arm while she texted with both hands, she’d only glanced up for a second to make sure she wasn’t about to run into anyone any time soon. she saw al, but didn’t pay any attention, trying to find the correct reaction picture to send in response to maddy was of more importance than interacting with her classmates. well, until she heard a thud just behind her.

she spun on the spot, brows furrowing together with concern though phone was still in her hands for a second longer. wondering for a moment if it was some kind of, stunt? maybe? though another moment later she was shoving her phone deep in her blazer pocket, putting books down against the wall and leaning down to help him. she’d want help if she’d just fallen over like that, it was only fair. she glanced around at his question, one hand under his bicep “ uh, do you want me to answer that honestly? ” she asked, because she sure as fuck wouldn’t. there was a few people around, not the whole school but a few people. more than she’d like. 

“ don’t stand up, just like, lean against the wall. ” she instructed, watching him. she knew a little about first aid, not a lot but like, enough to know he shouldn’t stand up after falling over and hitting his head. she tried to look at his eyes, checking the pupils, dilated pupils meant something, right? “ you alright? you just like fell over, dude. ”

albert valued honesty. honesty helped his anxiety when it was about him, as his brain jumped at every little conclusion and possibility. he nodded his head, still on the floor and too tired to care about his uniform getting dirty. it took him a few moments to slowly get up, his eyes hanging low that was normally the result of certain substances that weren’t exhaustion. “honesty is bliss.” he laughed.

al did what andrea had told him and stopped himself from getting up and just putting his back against the wall. “i’m fine. i fell asleep standing up.” he reached into his backpack to pull out a bottle of water. “i’ve been playing catch-up because i’m procrastinating on everything and decided to do everything at once.” he stood up, still keeping back against the wall so someone didn’t think he was going to need medical attention. “thank you for the concern, i’m gucci though. and hey, i haven’t seen you in a while. everything good?”

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izzydesantis‌:

“First the power, then the bear, now the Wi-Fi,” Izzy muttered to himself, “Next a plague of locusts,” he sighed, looking up at the sky as if God himself might see the anguish on Izzy’s face and restore his internet connection. His eyes were glued to the ceiling until he heard the footsteps of another student, reminding him that he was in public and possibly blocking their route, “Hey!,” he greeted, taking an AirPod out of his ear, “Have you got a hotspot I can borrow for a couple of minutes? I’m not even halfway through Papi’s new mixtape and my connection cut out,” 

“Yeah Mom, I’m still on my streak of not having detention. It’s sad that I’m 17 years old and this is what you’re calling me about.” Al sighed, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. Whenever he was on the phone speaking with family he tended to divert his attention away from the outside world. Like most children he was taking his mother’s words with a grain of salt and just wanted to hang up the phone because he wasn’t in the mood for the nagging. He’d been walking, not realizing that Desantis was standing right in front of him. Al heard every word, and before acknowledging the male he held out one finger. “Hey, mom. I’m gonna call you back something came up. Love you.” Al hung up the phone, taking several deep breaths with his eyes closed before looking at the man in front of him. “You know, I usually don’t talk to you outside of anything sports or whatever else we’re in but I owe you because I was getting bitched at on the phone.” He tightened the straps on his backpack, not really knowing what to say. “What did you ask for? I’m really bad about selective hearing and I only heard something about a mixtape. I’ll listen to it, but if it’s bad I’m telling everyone.”

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Al had been swamped the past two weeks with  the organizations he decided to be part of along with practice for the upcoming baseball season. Sobriety was rare for him, and he hadn’t had a sip of alcohol or smoked since the party where he had an extended hangover that made his throat sore for a number of days. He completely avoided going to the school nurse and relied solely on ibprofen and more water than he’d every drank in his life the following days.

It was the end of his last class, and Al was leaning against the nearest wall while on his phone. He was practically a dead man walking due to the lack of sleep. As a constantly moving person, he would spend many nights on his phone for hours or hanging out with friends until his body forced him to sleep with usually just a few hours.

He closed his eyes for a few moments to rest, without realizing that he was falling asleep standing up. Al managed to catch himself a few times before ultimately falling victim to just how drowsy he was. Often times he never realized just how tired he was until he was doing absolutely nothing. Just as Al closed his eyes, they were soon opened when he felt a hardened surface connect with his head. For a moment he thought someone may have smacked him with a book until he looked around to see that he had fallen onto the floor after falling asleep standing up against the wall. 

He could see a pair of feet already next to his head, not even bothering to look at who it was. “Jesus fucking christ.” Al muttered to himself, completely disregarding he attended a catholic school. “How many people saw that?”

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nicolasofscratch‌:

“Fiesta demasiado y te contagias enfermedades.” Nico rambled back in Spanish. He spoke it fluently, but even he had issues picking out words in Al’s slurred version of it, reserved exclusively for when he was drunk off his ass. “And the fact that you said that in Spanish means you’ve had plenty to drink. We’re taking you home. You don’t need more alcohol. You don’t need to text boys who aren’t worth your time. You need a shower and to brush your teeth. Maybe drink water.”

Nico stepped forward and slipped his shoulder into Al’s armpit. Al was taller than him for sure, but it made it easier for him to hold him up after Al slumped over in his drunken shamble. Nico wasn’t strong, but he was solid. Years of sports and fighting had long taught him how to hold himself and square his weight for a task. This also wasn’t the first time Nico had done the awkward, three-legged race that was carrying Al’s drunken mass back to his dorm room. They rarely had so long to travel, though. This was going to be a pain no matter how it shook out.

“And if you must know, I was dancing,” Nico answered as he peeled him away from the wall. If Al had been capable of seeing straight, he might notice that Nico’s hair was matted down, the back of his neck shiny with sweat. That even in the cold, the boy wasn’t shivering, his body warm from recent activity. “I’m no good, of course. I blame my mom’s half of the family. But it was fun. I smoked a few cigarettes. Watched some truly disastrous flirting happen. Saw two couples get into fights, and danced up against a very nice boy I did not know who seemed to be on our team.” There was a demure, self satisfied smile on his face, like dancing with a boy was a momentous achievement. “He didn’t seem to care what I was wearing, Mr. Fashion is Life. A successful night, all in all.” He paused, looking back at the barn as kids started to slip away from it. Some to more debauchery, others to crawl wearily into bed and curl up around a trash can. “Wanna take a selfie to send to your dad? Show him how the new semester is going?”

Al knew there wasn’t any point an arguing, but that wasn’t going to stop his drunken sass and usual rambling. “A disease? Nah. I’m good on that. That was a good one though.” He ran his fingers through his hair, a common action for him when he was heavily under the influence. “I’ve had way more to drink than I probably should...but that’s an issue for another day.” His statement had hidden meaning that was not intended. “Not worth my time? You’re going to take the cake for some of the nicest things I’ve ever heard.” Al smiled, patting his friend on the back once he was being supported by Nico. “Bebere agua, mi amigo.  Mi cabeza me va a doler manana. I’m not ready for it.” 

His own feet were not his friend at the moment, without Nico this would have been a big struggle. The last thing he needed was to get hurt which would affect his sports playing along with having to hear about it from the both of his parents. “Thank you for helping me, Ni ni.” Al chuckled at the pet name, something he really only said when he was fucked up. “Ustedes son buenos amigo.” The entire world felt bigger to him, and this walk was going to be cake and without complaints because drunk Al could do it without fault.

Being helped by Nico was nothing new, and Al was thankful to have him because he’d really be struggling. “Dancing is awesome. I’m happy you had that experience.” He was trying his best to make sense with his words but things tended to come out differently at this point. “You danced with a boy too? Look at you. Please tell me you got his number. If we need to do some searching tomorrow, I’ll do it after I wake up from death. Aren’t you glad this happened? for someone that doesn’t like parties you had a good night.” Al had nearly fallen on his own accord but thankfully had Nico helping him. “Uhm. That felt like an attack. I demand a complete apology!” He laughed. “Yeah, do you want to be in it to piss him off?”

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 jjmckenna‌:

JJ didn’t make a habit of breaking curfew. Okay, he did make a habit of breaking curfew but it was for the greater good of youth so he didn’t feel that bad about sliding into a buddy’s room in the dead of night. It was Friday and a compulsory trip to the most boring town in Massachusetts sounded exactly like the reason why he volunteered to join SWAT in the first place. Ma and Pa always said ‘every vote counts’ and JJ hoped that next time, he’d be quicker to say no to phallic statues but until then, he supposed he’d have to make do.

“So, I was thinking…”  he said as he quietly shut the dorm door behind him. The dim light refracting off of the blanket of snow outside did little to obscure the shine of mischief in his eyes or the flash of dimples in his cheeks. “Maybe we should do something tonight before we’re shipped off to Worchester tomorrow. Like, you know, make the best of the weekend before we’re stuck listening to turtle jokes all week. Sorry about that, by the way, I tried but Faith is somethin’ else.”

Al went home once or twice a month, his parents were big on freedom to some extents and he wanted to see his mom when he could seeing as his dad was a teacher at the school and saw Al on the daily. His roommate Donovan was nowhere to be found and the two of them were becoming friends so he actually enjoyed when they were able to goof around with one another. Al had just heated up some homemade chili, watching a baseball game recap of the Red Sox game.

"Jesus..” Al jumped back, his mouth full of chili that had to be wiped with a napkin he grabbed to prevent himself from looking silly. It was awful that he was so easily startled because his attention was selective and external disruptions made him prone to jumping back or getting frightened. He felt his heart beating while JJ began speaking, still recovering from the man walking into his room. Donovan and Al always forgot to lock the door, they were both such active people that the door would go days without being locked.

“You would have made me jump like that no matter what if we’re being honest.” A smile came across his face, giving the male a wink as he finished the last remaining bites of his food before throwing the plastic plate in the trash. “What exactly were you thinking? We could totally finish that math homework I know you’re dying to complete.” Teasing was a common language for Al, and there was no way he was going to be doing any school work on a Friday night. “Kidding, are you thinking about causing some trouble. Either way I want their to be some rules broken. I have a special surprise under my bed.” Al turned down his laptop volume, and went under his bed to fetch the bottle of vodka he had under it. “Is this what you had in mind or did you have something else.” He winked, keeping the teasing going.”

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nicolasofscratch‌:

Nico attended parties. But Nico did not party. He had a plethora of reasons not to drink. He had mood altering medication in his system that could trigger unpleasant side effects if he drank. He had a tendency to fight people and he was pretty sure being drunk would only exacerbate that. He kept his feelings so bottled down that drinking would inevitably turn him into a crying mess and who wanted to deal with that? He’d seen what happens the morning after, when people are bleary-eyed and moaning with discomfort. He had his own way of getting high, usually involving a much more manageable punch to the face, so what did he need alcohol for? His laundry list was long, but the real reason he didn’t drink was because he valued his self-control too much. Getting drunk made you vulnerable. It made you act stupid and not think straight. Nico would prefer to be sober and still have fun.

Which he did. Nico loved watching people slowly deteriorate around him from a safe seat or corner where he could smoke his cigarette in peace. Tonight he’d even taken a few dances with girls who didn’t know any better. He was a pretty stiff dancer but he never stepped on any toes. He’d had lessons growing up, his parents insisting that he needed to know how to waltz in order to fit into high society.

But as the night wore down, Nico realized Al was missing. Al had been Nico’s invite tonight, because he frequently went missing during parties. He sometimes achieved his goal, going home with a boy he’d found interesting. But often times he was just out cold someplace, and today was too cold to risk that being the case. Since they’d come “together” Nico felt responsible for the alcoholic, so Nico finished his cigarette then went looking for him.

“I’m not the one dressed for fashion in 30 degree weather,” Nico said, his hands in fingerless gloves, shoved into the pockets of a truly hideous but obnoxiously warm technicolor jacket. He wasn’t here to impress anyone, just to have a good time. “Nor am I the one doing an impressive imitation of a deflating jellyfish,” Nico stepped forward, plucking Al’s phone from drunk fingers, tucking it into his pocket without even looking at who he was trying to meet, “And you should never text while drunk. This guy’s not coming. We should get you home.”

“You have to dress for the occasion. My mom taught me that. Weather is temporary, Instagram photos and compliments are forever.” He chuckled after his own words. Alcohol gave him this pleasant feeling, people weren’t joking when they said it makes your body feel as if they were on a cloud. Al loved parties due to the experience of alcohol in a social setting filled with people who were exactly like him.

The light compliment triggered a smile from Al, giving his friend a thumbs up. “Thank you. I appreciate the compliment, my acting skills have always been amazing. Want to see me imitate a pissed off boy who was lied to?” He folded his arms, giving off an expression of an angry child before returning to his original posture. Nico had always been a good friend to him, it was usually him or Eden making sure Al didn’t wander off into the elements or pass out somewhere he shouldn’t be.

He attempted to reach for his phone when it was being taken by Nico but was ultimately too slow in reaction time. Al sighed, “You know if you were anyone else, I’d chase you for my phone.” Not true at all, Al lacked the energy to care about much when he was as drunk and high as he was. Most of his energy came from himself, not worrying about others. Losing his phone was such a common thing, Al would lose his own head if it wasn’t attached to his body.

He stood up, using the wall to slide back up because of his own drunken self. “Can I at least bother him with text messaging? Guilt always prevails in the end?” Al pleaded as he began swaying against the wall, able to keep his own balance but the world quickly started to lightly spin when he stood up so quickly. “And where have you been most of the night? I felt like I haven’t seen you in years? Did you drink?” He asked this question every time, nearly forgetting that Nico wasn’t one to drink much if at all. “And we don’t have to go home, there’s probably an after party somewhere. I honestly want to keep drinking, Nico! Sobriedad no es buena. Fiesta todo el tiempo. ”

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raqueltorrance‌:

Raquel laughed at that and nodded at his words. “Of course, of course, that’s it,” she replied, smirking as she looked at the other rub at his temples and waving his hand around at her like that. “Yup, we all say we’re never going to do it again, but the wonderful elixir always lures us back in. I would say it’s the devil’s juice, but technically it’s god blood too sometimes, right?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “I think I’ve got a couple bottles up in my dorm, if ya want? Eds keeps ‘em on hand for me,” she explained. “We could go grab it?” Raquel suggested. “If you’re not up for practice yet,” she said as she watched him. “For our time, or in general? Because for us, I was just gonna get you started on the next part of the song if you’ve got the first half down enough,” she explained. “Mm, not too much, surprisingly. Though apparently others have, which isn’t surprising. What’d you get up to? other than giving yourself pain.” 

“Depends on the place. My mom always says that she can’t be judged for drinking wine because of its background. Would beer and vodka be the devil’s drinks?” He joked, trying not to laugh because of the pain in his head. Ibprofen was helping to an extent, but it only pushed away the major pain and not the minor. “I’ll pay you anything you want.” Al admitted, the drink really would help. “If we practice right now my focus will be as bad as it usually is.” He moved to a criss-cross position, hating that the floors in this building were old and made of hard wood. “Next part is good, though we both know I’ll kill it because I’m a natural.’ He flicked his head like a diva, popping his own collar after. “Well, I drank a lot. Got really high. Was supposed to leave with a boy but he ghosted me and Nico managed to get me home. Night started off perfect but I guess this is my curse for messing with closeted dudes.”

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Albert was a longtime friend of alcohol, it made him feel better than most people could and things. The barn party was one for the books, and he spent a lot of the night drinking with others and on his phone trying to get one boy to at least dance with him or end the night with him. The party was invite only, and most of the men here were looking for hooking-up - but Al wasn’t the person the guys were yearning after.

The weather was not in his favor, and Al tended to dress for the occasion and not the weather for parties. People were stumbling out as they were making there way towards vehicles or beginning the miserable walk back. Al had a friend on stand-by that was keeping his phone on loud should Al need it. A boy he actually had a light crush on told Al he’d meet with him near the side of the barn and go back to his dorm, but the time was thinning and Al wasn’t getting any responses back.

He took several hits from his dab pen, easing the stress of standing out here waiting for something that was looking to be more and more unlikely. Al pulled his flask from his pocket, downing what little was left. Was he crazy for standing out here this long - probably?

“My life would be so much easier if I was straight.” His legs were growing tired and cold, and Al used his back to slide towards the ground and not even caring about his jacket he was trying hard to avoid getting dirty. That’s when he looked to his left and spotted Nico standing next to him. “Sin Preocupaciones, Nico. This boy said he was going to meet me here...” Al looked at his phone. “20 minutes ago.” He put his phone into his lap, taking more hits out of his pen. “You should get going, this weather is no joke.”

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charlie-steel‌:

Charlie had disappeared for a week, he’d hoped that everyone had just assumed he was ill, but he knew that there would be rumours surrounding his disappearance. After receiving a phone call from his younger sister about their Dad, the boy had rushed home, using the excuse of his Mother’s case to explain his disappearance to the school. When he’d arrived home, he’d discovered his dad drunk, ranting about how his sister had sneaked out of the house, it had taken a week to sort the whole situation out. Charlie was never comfortable leaving his siblings alone, but he had no choice, if they wanted a future he had to finish school. 

When he’d got back to school it was late, darkness had set in across the school. Charlie needed a break, a way to get his mind of everything that was going on in his life, and that’s exactly why he was acting out at the moment. He’d been thinking about ways to keep his mind occupied on his way back to school, and landed upon graffiti, that surely had to be a way to keep himself entertained. Art wasn’t a sin right? Not that he cared anymore. He was sure his fellow students would appreciate some art work around the school. 

Charlie arrived at the campus, deciding on a wall. It was then he pulled out the spray paint he’d purchased from a shop on his way home, and began to colour the wall red. 

Albert had spent his past few hours practicing for baseball, mostly working out his upper arms and working on his throwing. His biggest strength was his speed, and his batting average wasn’t low but could always be improved. The cold weather the past few days made it difficult for him to gain the willpower to leave but the second he showed any weakness in skills his coach would give him unnecessary yelling.

Darkness greeted him when he went outside, he didn’t have much on other than a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie, and a pair of sweat pants. The walk to his dorm wasn’t far so he’d been able to brace the colder weather. Most athletes had to deal with the harsh elements whether it be heat or jack frost nipping at your door.

He had been deep into his phone when he spotted someone spraying red paint on a wall. Al had already pulled out his phone, recording as he walked up to the individual and not knowing who it was. “This is what happens when you’re already stressed and it’s only been almost a month into the semester.” He teased. “You okay?”

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raqueltorrance‌:

Raquel had already set up where they usually met up for their jam sessions, strumming lightly on her guitar and listening to her favorite podcast as she waited for the other to arrive. She looked up when she realized Albert had arrived and chuckled at how the other spread himself out on the floor and practically collapsed there. “Aww, what, did someone drink too much? Does someone not know how to handle their liquor? Is that what happened?” she cooed mockingly at Albert before laughing and shaking her head. “It’s fine. You need a little hair of the dog, though?” she asked with a brow raised as she looked at him. “’Cause it sure as hell looks like you could use it,” she chuckled, still plucking gently at the guitar strings. “

“Hold on - I can handle my liquor. There comes a point where I never know my limits because I just keep going.” He rubbed at his temples, waving his hand to denounce her words. Showing up was an accomplishment for him right now, that was something he believed he deserved recognition for. “I’ll probably say ‘i’m never drinking again’ but survey says - that’s a lie.” Al looked at the girl, knowing he looked like utter death. “Hangover cure. I’ve already chugged Gatorade. Machines were pretty much out because I think everyone had the same idea.” He continued rubbing at his temples. “So, what did you have in mind today? And did you get into any trouble at the party?”

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hugobankson‌:

“How’s the food down in Kentucky? Anything fun to do?” Hugo wondered, he hadn’t know much of the state aside from it being the birth place of KFC. “Oh yeah, I get that. Florida is fucking nuts. California seems more ideal. I’m considering applying to some schools over there.” And by considering, he’d meant he was already rushing the process of sending as many applications in the California area as he could. “He is good for a laugh, guilty. Oh, did I.” Admittedly, Hugo tried to take care of him, but he was taking that detail to the grave about Fitzgerald. “He was a fucking mess,” Hugo said with a chuckle. He could tell this was turning into a serious conversation, so he tossed his papers aside as he listened to Albert. “I guess it’s just coming from general observation? I just think sometimes people need to have the veil lifted to see things they wouldn’t normally? At least for Dec, he’s a bit… oblivious.” He loved his best friend for that reason, though. And he was sure Declan would do the same for Hugo. “Is anyone in the position to date ever? There’s no wrong or right time for these things, man. What matters is if you feel something like that, there’s a chance he might too. What’s that dumbass saying that coaches always say? You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take?” Hugo rolled his eyes at the phrasing before laughing. “I hate it, but it’s true.”

“Pretty good, actually. Southern cooking is a lot different, and better if you ask me.” He agreed, mostly calling back to his grandmother’s cooking which was the best he’s ever tasted. His more northern accent was noticed, and that half of the family tended to tease him for it. “Maybe we’ll cross paths, I actually want to go as far east as possible. College I’m going all out, the stuff I plan on getting into is a daydream I have all the time.��� Would he go crazy? Maybe. Broadripple was just the beginning, and when Al would have his own freedom it was going to be amazing for him. “Did we ever figure out what happened with him? He told me he wasn’t drunk and I know he’s not a liar, but that man was not sober.” There weren’t many scenarios that made sense in his mind unless someone managed to give him a drink that completely masked the taste of alcohol, but that was still increasingly difficult. Al’s own family avoided deep discussions, emotions were downplayed as if they were some sort of taboo. “Very oblivious. It’s adorable to me for some reason. I wish I could be that carefree and not read into everything. I always think I’m in trouble when the coach calls my name, it’s...” Al realized he was indirectly changing the subject again, which he realize that wasn’t what he needed to be doing. He stood up from his seat, unable to sit down because his right leg was shaking. Al put his hands on the top of the chair, lightly rocking back and forth. “I’ve always been more comfortable taking the shots I know I’ll make. I’m stubborn that way. And Huey, I’ve never crossed that line because the one time I tried it ended badly for me. That’s not a road I want to cross again.” Al realized that Hugo really was trying to be a good friend, which is why he thought of a compromise to not get him to think it was for nothing. “Look, how about I...think about this and will bring it up with Declan through hints and from there we’ll see. Who are we kidding, he’s so oblivious I don’t think he’ll even realize what I’m implying.”

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jjainsworth‌:

@albcrtlawrence

                           “      ayo, karamo from queer eye !   ”      if you ask whether or not he’s been waiting to use that reference, the answer is yes.   hell yes.    he’s been waiting since he accidentally caught himself watching an episode after confusing it for THE L WORD.   to be honest all he cared to do was throw that reference out there but now that he did he realized he needed to actually have a conversation with the male he addressed.     “      you see that show ?”        he asked, jogging up to albert.      “      it’s about a bunch of fruit flies decorating some houses and making ‘em gay and whatnot. like conversion therapy but for houses.      ”

        al had been walking with his phone in hand, ignoring the people and environment around him. selective hearing and attention was a blessing for him, until his mind became completely fixated or bothered by something. he didn’t even think he was being addressed until he realized who made the comment. he turned around, the look on his face was a mixture of confusion and slight annoyance. “ there are times i want to slap you. how do you manage to say so many offensive things every time i see you. and why are they so oddly creative? “ al rolled his eyes and walked down the same path he was on. “ yes, i’ve seen that show. i was stoked for the revival, actually. i love fashion if you couldn’t tell.” he put his phone into his pocket. “fruit flies? conversion therapy?” these were those conversations that would make al yell, but he genuinely believed  the male wasn’t trying to be offensive. “ do you know anything about me besides my sexuality? and don’t say weed..”

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ofkatherinebishop‌:

“Not really,” Kat confessed casually, “I lost my phone at the party and I haven’t seen him around school, so,” she allowed her words to hang in the air, she didn’t think it was a particularly big deal if she didn’t bump into Charlie any time soon. Sure, they’d seemingly hit it off and they’d had a good time together but Katherine had a funny feeling that she wasn’t special in that respect and that any girl in her position might have been privy to the same thing, including Maddy Crawford who had apparently made friends with Charlie too.

“That’s where she was?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, “I owe you, I think,” she admitted with a chuckle, “Maddy crashed on our floor and I think Eden would have choked us out- or at least have kicked us both out if she’d been there when we got back- I don’t remember much but I think we got back, probably pretty loudly, got naked, ate at least two bananas and a bag of Skittles, maybe threw up a little bit and then passed out with a half a bottle of Gatorade tipped over under Eden’s bed,” she explained a little sheepishly, she felt a tad guilty about that one., “There’s a big mess but I actually managed to have a decent night’s sleep without Eden waking up at the crack of dawn to nag me about everything I’ve ever done wrong in my entire life,” 

She smiled at the mention of Declan and the fact that Al had ended the night alone, “Well, that makes two of us,” she mused, though their situations weren’t entirely the same, she supposed.

“Oh shit. I wouldn’t be able to function.” Al was always on his phone, always. “Well, it’s a good thing school has only recently started.” He shrugged, they still had another semester to experience whatever Broadripple would give them. One thing he did not envy was just how how complicated things at this school were with guys, Al tended to avoid the complicated lines because he ducked out usually.

“Don’t mention it. Eden is one of my best friends. She’s been to my house and was able to witness just how crazy my family can be. Anything to pull her out of her room.” He meant it, he waved his hand because he didn’t need that girl sitting in her room. “If I didn’t bring her, she was going to probably sit in her room and watched documentaries...” He laughed at the image of Maddy crashing on the floor and imagining everything that went on after the party. “Donny and I slept most the day...at least I think he did I had the blankets over my head and played music in my ear buds.”  There wasn’t any doubt in his mind that Eden woke up early and nagged about something. “With her I just act myself and make jokes when she’s complaining. ”

“We have the entire semester to thankfully get what we want. And we’re both hot so there’s no worries.”

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donovanwright‌:

The weather had doubled in degrees. Yes, for the first time in weeks, Donovan didn’t wake up to the weather app on his phone telling him it was 15 degrees Fahrenheit outside. No, today it was a whopping 32 degrees Fahrenheit and Donny despite knowing that it was still freezing out, decided it was a good day to go out for a short stroll through the dreaded woods everyone was so scared of. He still laughed to himself when he remembered running through it with Faith on the night of the party. You just couldn’t write that kind of stuff. Faith McKay dragging him away from the trees as she screamed the Apostles’ Creed, in hindsight, was comical to say the least. 

The sun peeked through the gloom of the clouds every now and then, but the overcast day added to the eerie effect the cold weather and early morning brought. With about four layers on and a beanie that was probably too big for his own head (courtesy of Grandma Eva and her care package over the holidays) Donny braved the cold in search of some solace. Donovan made his way through the woods, doing his best to keep track of where he was heading and where he came from. It had been a quiet walk for the most part, the only sounds being the crunch of leaves and twigs beneath his shoes as he tread through the foliage. 

It wasn’t until he was on his way back that he heard it. A familiar squeak that he had heard many times before. Donovan turned at the faint noise, wondering if his suspicions were true. He looked around, doing his best to keep quiet so he could listen for it again. The high schooler heard it once again and took cautious steps toward the tree from which the sound was coming. As the noise grew ever so slightly louder, Donovan grew confident that he knew exactly what that sound was. He rounded the trunk of a tree and saw it huddled up in the leaves. His heart lept at the sight, picking up what was a tiny lonesome kitten the size of his palm. Donovan quickly brought it to his chest, petting it gently, and trying his best to keep it warm. “How’d you get here buddy?” he mumbled affectionately to the kitten, but all he got in return was another faint squeak from the animal. 

Donovan had to admit, he wasn’t really thinking when he raced back to campus, the kitten hiding in his hands as he frantically looked around to make sure nobody could see what he was carrying in his hands. He stuffed his one hand with the kitten under the warmth of his winter coat awkwardly as he attempted to look casual, still speedwalking up to his dorm. Donovan didn’t know what to do and instead started yelling. “Al! Al, wake up! It’s an emergency goddammit! Wake up!” he shouted, shaking his roommate wildly as he did so. 

@albcrtlawrence

Al tended to wake up later when he didn’t have class or some kind of required meeting or practice. He tended to leave in his AirPods when he went to sleep, natural anxiety came from the absolute sound of silence. His last roommate would get pissy at Al because he would ignore him with his music, which was on purpose because the guy was absolute batshit and weird at the same time. Al had a complicated relationship with sleep, he hated sleeping because it was a waste of time when he could be doing other productive things. Being tired ruins everything, especially when with friends who used the excuse of being tired to bail on situations.

Al had woken up several times throughout the night,and again to discover that his roommate was gone. He was still practically half asleep and experiencing the distortion that came from waking up. His usual routine consisted of checking his phone that was always on the charger next to his bed. At the moment a song by Childish Gambino was on, the perfect morning song to wake up to as he was such a versatile artists that Al considers one of his favorite. For once he had no notifications, and ultimately decided to place his head back down on his pillow an accidentally fall asleep.

Al usually remembered his dreams for a short duration of time, the more memorable ones sticking to his brain. In this dream he was at a bonfire, jamming out to music, getting high, and cuddled in between the legs of some blonde guy whom he’s sure he’d only met once. Even Damian was in this dream, smoking with them - that alone made Al realize he had been dreaming. Just as he was about to pass the joint to Damian, Al was pulled back into reality with the sound of Donny’s voice scaring him off his back.

“O dios mio. Que mierda, Donovan!” Anger was in his voice, expecting to see Donovan injured or have Faith McKay banging on their door demanding to see him. The shaking gave Al flashbacks to his parents waking him up from mass. He was still recovering from the after-sleep haze, and was still very confused until he spotted a kitten in Donovan’s jacket. “I’m not even mad that you have a cat. I was having this amazing fucking dream. Damian was smoking and I was about to pass him the b-” He got a good look at the kitten. “It’s cute as hell but..is something wrong with it?”

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hugobankson‌:

“We’d probably have to change our names and grow mustaches.” Hugo joked as he flipped over one side his notes he’d taken down for economics class. “That’s it, they’re completely deprived and should really loosen up and experience why we’re so tired all the time.” He wished he wouldn’t have used the phrasing like that, because then he found himself yawning. “Man, that’s the perfect set up. I’d love to get a sport scholarship. Maybe somewhere warmer than the east coast. I don’t blame you. Biology is the worst. I have Fitzgerald as my partner and honestly? It’s almost as if my father is right there in class beside me. What major would you pick?” He wondered as he idly tapped his pen against his leg. Hugo lulled his head to one side to look over at his friend. “Albert. We all say we don’t date, that’s just the reality of it. But you just named like what? Three or four attributes to someone who is considered datable, right?” He attempted to point out as he wondered what the ‘more to it’ was. “So do you just see Declan like – a platonic fuck buddy where you couldn’t like conjure something more if you tried or wanted?” He wondered as he reached for another bag of chips.

“We could hide out in Kentucky. I have family down there and they hate my dad.” Al stated, but was being serious. His baptist side of the family always clashed with his catholic family, apparently the wedding between his parents was the most quiet wedding during the beginning. “Warm is key. I just want to be as far away as possible, maybe even look at attending a school in California. I was thinking Florida but I never hear anything good about it.” He chuckled at the mention of Damian. “Fitz isn’t too bad, he makes me laugh without meaning to. He was also my buddy when I came here and I thought exactly the same thing. Did you see him at the party?” Al was already laughing at the memory of Damian at the party, still trying to figure out what happened. “Y-yeah but..” He was caught in another moment where he didn’t exactly know what to say, and his face started getting hot. “Where is this coming from?” Albert had to close his laptop, his mind diverting far away from his fake budgeting project. “..I..I don’t know Hugo..” He sighed, he wasn’t the best with deep conversations.”I mean I guess I see Declan more than someone I just want to hook up with but...do you really think that I’m in the position to date any guy right now?”

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parkerelliot‌:

Parker watched as Al meandered over, rubbing at his head. Parker took one good look at him and decided that he was hung over, like many of the other students this morning. Did everyone go to the party and get shitfaced? he wondered. He’d been to the welcome back party before, and he’d gotten shitfaced himself, back in the day. It was a rite of passage at Broadripple. So yeah, he guessed. Everyone got shitfaced.

“That’s fine,” he said, not moving from his spot spread out on one of the loveseats in the room. “What are common rooms if not for useful purposes?” he asked, mostly rhetorical. 

“The ceiling,” he said, partially to be annoying and partially to rebuff Al’s casual compliment. Parker still didn’t know how to take those. “No, but I’m not really doing much of anything. Just trying to avoid the zombies more so than I have to deal with, I guess.” Laying low in his own way. This was mostly normal behavior for Parker these days, a stark contrast to the person he was before. Taking note of Al’s hangover, he made sure not to yell… but he wasn’t going to whisper, either. “You didn’t see me because I wasn’t there. Is it possible to be slightly dead? I thought it was kind of black and white, yanno? You’re either dead, or you’re not. But who knows, this is catholic school.”

“What a very holy answer.” Al replied, not knowing the exact tone of their conversation. He was a usual flirt, and used the remark as a means of flirtation and it was very casual at the same. “Looks like I’m sadly a person you’re trying to avoid. I’m thankfully becoming more and more alive. Like that movie where the zombie becomes a real person at the end of it?” He became successful at learning hangover cures and getting high tended to make the headache go away but made him feel numb and less energetic than his usual self.

Al let his legs dangle over the couch, resting his arms over top of his stomach.  “How was your break? I don’t think we’ve really spoken much outside of speaking in class. By the way, if you want we could study together considering we have Chemistry and World Religion.” He always tried to find an excuse to have someone to work on class work with, he was more inclined to get work done when there was someone else with him. “I was pretty drunk and some of the night is a blur, apparently I had a 30 minute conversation with some dude about baseball. And I think slight death is possible when alcohol is involved. We say the body and blood of christ is from blessed bread and wine - how can we throw out other possibilities?”