yourlocalconfusedhomo

[yourlocalconfusedhomo]

The Brown Cardinal

I want to start putting my personal writing out there a little more cause I'm proud of it and why not so here's my English final from last fall

(context)- There's a belief (at least where I live) that if you see a cardinal it's a loved one coming to see you. I then had to listen to bird sounds for the class this was written for and thus this was created.

You don’t realize the moment that affects you does, until it’s over. You don’t think of the random bird that crosses your path till you’re forced to. You see a bird and maybe you remember and think about the bird but it doesn’t stop you. A simple brown cardinal didn't change didn’t change the outcome of my day nor did it affect my life, until I heard it again.

The tweeting of birds in a song written for a random woman I never knew and never will, broke something in me. You Remember The Bird. You remember the colors. How close it was to you. And then you’re taken back to a time you weren’t conscious of. 

I was too young to know her. To feel her love and kindness that she gave. To appreciate the way she would hold me. Grief is a wild thing and you never think you will grieve losing what you never had. All I know about her is what I’ve been told. I know she loved making keepsakes and art and was extremely artistic. That she wouldn’t forget anything my grandma or her siblings did. I know that when people were meeting me they had to hold me before her or no one else would get to. I know that she loved me.

It’s hard to think of a reason why she would be there. Maybe she is up in the sky looking down on the life live. Maybe she is here again in someone else’s world. Maybe I’m just dreaming.

If for her or just for me, I Remember The Cardinal.

[yourlocalconfusedhomo]

@thebowieconstricker This will be what we divorce over

The Final Showdown: Marko Vs. Dwayne

Time to decide, Lost Boys Fandom! Who is the ultimate Lost Boys character?

I post the polls, and you answer them- simple as that! The winners of each poll will face off against each other until there is only one champion! 🏆

This is the last poll to decide the winner, so I am running this final one for a week rather than three days.

Let the best man win!

Feel free to share your propaganda for the characters in the comments/reblogs!!!

[yourlocalconfusedhomo]

Idea I had that I need other people to add onto

Southern Gothic Addams Family.

The kids in town tell stories about the house up on the hill the Addams live in. The family loves them. Most of the stories are true.

Any teenagers that show up trying to prove they're not scared of the house get invited to dinner with the whole family and a more unbelievable story than whatever they thought would happen.

When Grandma Addams says "bless your heart" it will actually cause you grave harm and danger. If she does mean it in sympathy your live does get better.

Please add more cause this is a really funny idea to me

[yourlocalconfusedhomo]

Hello Again, Dear Night

Chapter 3

“Shit.”

“Shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuck”

Ashley was becoming frantic in her speech. She was starting to run her hand through her hair and over her face. She was beginning to step back towards the bikes, swearing and pulling at her hair. 

The one brunette of the group moved in front of the girl, blocking her from view of the girls that approached. Elizabeth began to step forward when the platinum blonde stepped in front and put a hand up to stop her. “Hold on there honey” his tone was calm but cold. The one with curly hair had stepped up behind the one who seemed to be the leader. Both seem to be trying to hide the look of growing concern in their eyes for the woman standing behind the group. “Don’t ‘honey’ me. If that's who i hope it is I will kill you if you stop me from getting to her” Elizabeth spat at the platinum blonde who’s face had dropped into a sense of surprise. David had never been stood up to like this. A random stranger that was barely reaching his shoulder was in his face and threatening him. ‘Are you getting horny while I'm having a mental breakdown David?’ A voice came through his head. Ashley was still hiding behind Dwayne and Paul but the snickers could still be heard from the boys. The curly haired boy looked at the staredown that was happening in front of him when a voice said “We’re not here to fight you. That girl just looked really familiar.” Alison had taken a step forward, almost like she was trying to pull the attention of David away from the stare down. David still didn’t look away when Victoria said “If it’s not our friend we’ll leave but if it is we want to know what the hell is happening.” “That's not my call to make” David responded, now smirking as he stared down at Elizabeth. 

Marko was staring at the blonde across from him, who still hadn’t spared a glance away from her friends. The bad thing about having a mental connection to anyone was your thoughts that you wanted to hide were broadcast to anyone who could hear it. “Fuck”. A simple word was the only thought crossing Marko’s brain. He was normally so focused when the group was in a face off, with anyone, let alone when one of them was at risk of being hurt. He felt like he was in a trance. He thought the night he first turned would be the high of his life and after life, but that feeling was nothing compared to this. 

Marko was snapped back to reality by the sound of an escalating argument. The little brunette in the group of girls was over the blue haired girl's shoulder. Any passerby wouldn’t be able to tell who was meant to be the rational one of the pair, hell Marko couldn’t tell and he was right there. David still had the smirk he was renowned for on the boardwalk. “Don’t fucking smirk at us you dick-” Victoria screamed in the face of the leader “-I will kill you and you’re parents”. Paul verbally gaffaed. Like said the fucking word.

 “I really had hoped you guys didn’t change” 

30 seconds. 30 full seconds of silence passed. Half a minute before anyone in the group spoke, moved or even breathed. “You don’t gotta do this baby. We can hop on the bikes and leave these chicks behind”. It still took getting used to for Ashley to hear words of comfort in any environment, let alone in public where other people are. “You ever known me to do something I don't wanna do?” she said so seamlessly, like nothing had happened before. Who needs healthy coping mechanisms when you literally can’t die? 

Ashley began to step toward the trio of girls in front of them. “So there is a lot to explain, like a quite frankly disgusting amount, but i should start with i’m sorr-” Ashley was cut off by a force running into her. Before she could process what had happened two more hits in rapid succession came. The trio was hugging her.  A decade had passed since the group had been fully together and the first thing that happens is a hug.

Why?

For ten years she had abandoned them. No letters, no postcards, absolutely nothing and they hug her. She never expected this sort of response. The reaction she thought of became a broken record in her head. One would hope when you’re immortal those kind of things don’t keep you up at night, well morning, but intrusive thoughts can fuck anyone appearantly. The images of the first people she thought truly loved her and their justified anger haunted what was left of her mortality. 

“This doesn’t seem like a conversation that should happen out in the open like this.” David spoke calmly from behind the group after noticing the discomfort in Ashley’s body language. She doesn’t move. Not to break away or further into the hug but simply exists in the embrace the love she thought was lost. It all feels wrong. Everything and nothing happens at the same time. ‘Run away’,’hug them back’, ‘you don't deserve them’, ‘they need to know you still care’. You grow used to hearing voices telling you what to do when you have a form of mental communication. Her and Paul once had a 30 minute conversation in their heads and didn’t realise till David asked why they were both so quiet. These weren’t comforting voices but voices that she just couldn’t recognize. 

Still wrapped in the embrace of the memories of her past, Ashley began to pull away. Trying to retreat back to the comfort of herself she had worked so hard to build. Why did reconnection have to be so fucking hard? As she tried to release herself from the group's grasp, she could feel the hesitation in their release. The horror of letting go and losing her again takes hold in them. 

“Yeah. Somewhere else.” Ashley chokes out through the fight of tears, threatening to well in her eyes. She is still wrapped in the arms of her friends as their grip continues to loosen. “Where do we go then?” Victoria starts, the girls didn't know Santa Carla and the boys were still walking about, “I know this is a lot but we need to talk Ash.” “I know we do Victoria. Just give me a second to collect all of my thoughts.” Alison looked over the group of men behind Ashley in uncertainty, while Elizabeth glared at the bleach blonde man who seemed to be leader of the group.

“Go home. I’m good here. I'll head back later” Ashley was finally released from the grip of the girls when she turned to the blonde Elizabeth had been glaring at. Her tone alone told David not to argue. The fact that she began to walk away from her boys back towards the boardwalk was a pretty good support to her argument. The sand that sticks onto their shoes begins to trail back to a restaurant. The boys watching on from the shore when David breaks the formation they had found themselves in to walk back to his bike. “She can take care of herself. Grab Star and the kid and lets go.” His bike revs, the exhausts painting the light from the moon in a smoky grey. Dwayne is the last to make moves to leave. His concern for his girl holding him still when he finally walks to the bike and kicks the sand up around him to return home.

[yourlocalconfusedhomo]

Hello Again, Dear Night

Chapter 2

This is the perspective of the boys and my OC's during the events of the first chapter. This is already uploaded onto to ao3 under the same name. Enjoy!

“Paul were fucking dead. How much did you drink that you could get hungover?” Dwayne said from across the cave while Paul held his head in his hands. Paul did not respond verbally but simply flipped off whoever was in the direction of the sound. “WHAT'S WRONG PAULIE? DO YOU NOT FEEL GOOD?” Marko started screaming far too close to the other blonde. The objective was clear from the curly haired man, annoy the shit out of his friend. “When this headache goes away, I will kill you.” Paul spoke into his hands. “I’M ALREADY DEAD FUCKER” Marko screamed again while running away from the consequences of his actions. David walked into the cave and was nearly trampled by Marko who was yelling at random. It wasn’t something that really surprised David as getting Marko to shut up was harder than finding a willing blood bag. David shook his head, exacerbated at the memories of the previous night and what's happening now. “SHUT THE FUCK UP MARKO” a voice screamed from another room in the cave.

“Well she’s certainly awake” David said looking to where the source of the noise came from. Dwayne smiled to himself theorizing what was about to happen to his friends. Moments after the screeching someone came lurking out of an offshoot of the cave. A girl with green and black hair walked into the main cave with a scowl. “Marko i swear to whatever fucking god is out there, you pull this sort shit when im not awake again i will stake you myself” the girl said and walked towards Dwayne. “KINKY'' Paul screamed from the other side of the room as he was looking for a cassette to play. David just laughed at interactions occurring around him as Marko tries to come up with a response to the threat he was given. “Morning hot stuff” Dwayne smirked down at the woman now standing in his arms with her face buried in his chest. “Don’t.” was all she responded with. David walked over to his ‘throne’ and said “Ash there’s no way you and Paulie are hungover” “I’m not. Just tired. And I dont like being awoken by Marko fucking with Paul.” her face was still hidden in Dwayne's chest, if weren't for super senses the boys possessed it would have been inaudible. 

“YAY BOARDWALK TIME” a small voice echoed throughout the cave as Laddie came running out of his ‘room’. The little halfling always had more energy than a jackrabbit on an energy drink when he woke up. “LITTLE LAD” “LITTLE DUDE” Paul and Marko cheered as the boy ran towards the fountain in the center of the cave. The boys all had names for the kid. David mostly called him ‘kid’, Dwayne called him ‘bud’ or ‘buddy’ and Ashley would come up with the most random of names to make the little one laugh. The only one who called Laddie by his name was Star. She walked into the center of the cave watching Laddie as he ran around, laughing like a hyena as Marko started to chase him. “Ash? Are you sick? You seem off.” Star placed her hand on the other girl's shoulder. “I was awoken by two hyenas who seem to have a death wish despite being practically IMMORTAL.” Ashley pulled herself away from Dwayne and shouted into the air.  

The couple suddenly felt a small force push against them. Looking down they see a set of small brown eyes looking up at them “Are you okay?” Laddie had run over to his pseudo-mother and father and was hugging them. He was always so kind. Sometimes Ashley wishes she had walked away from the boy, he’s stuck in this world but at least he has the boys and herself to protect him. “Yeah I’m okay il bambino” She said moving to hug the little half-vamp “Now what did I hear about the boardwalk”. Laddie's look of confusion was quickly replaced by a cheshire grin that rivaled the brightness of the stars. “YAY! LETS GO! LETS GO! LETS GO!” The blonde was running toward the exit of the cave and grabbed onto Marko along the way, pulling him along. “Hold on kid. Don’t break Marko” David spoke up from his chair, after taking a puff from his cigarette. “Marko’s been broken. Marko was broken before we got him” Paul rounded the corner of the couch catching up with the other blondes. Marko flipped him off before moving to pick up Laddie and place him on his shoulders. “I WANNA RIDE WITH MARKO” Laddie announced from his new pedestal atop the curly haired man. “Hell yeah little dude. ONWARD TO THE BOARDWALK””ONWARD” Marko began running toward the exit of the cave with the boy on his shoulders cackling and Paul chased right behind. 

Laddie was trying to jump off Markos bike before it could even be put in park. “Laddie. Be careful. You have to wait for the bike to stop.” Star warned after stepping off David's bike, Marko had managed to wrap an arm around the kid before he could leap off his bike. “Sorry” Laddie said with a small whine in his voice. “You’re not in trouble amigo. We just want and need you to be safe.” Ash walked up next to Star, trying to explain what had happened to make sure the boy knew he wasn’t in trouble. He seemed to perk up once realizing he wasn’t being chastised for his actions. Dwayne walked up and helped take the boy off the bike, he was barely on the ground by the time he was running at Star and pulling her towards the stalls. “Woah. Okay see you guys later” Star had to yell over to the group as she was pulled away by the young boy towards the bright lights and stores. Paul and Marko chuckled while the remaining three smirked at the antics in front of them. 

“I’m going find some cool shit. I don’t know where or when I'm coming back. Don’t wait up sluts!” Ash began walking away from the boys, raising hell was always the best part of being in Santa Carla. She walked towards this little shop in a weird corner of the pier. ‘Oswalds Oddities’ blinked from red neon lights, you could hear the sizzle from the wires on the verge of frying any second. The girl walked into the shop and saw a familiar old man sitting behind the counter. “Ah my little wisteria, i’ve been waiting to see you again.” The little old man grabbed his cane as he hobbled around the counter. “How you doing Ozzy.” The girl met the old man in a tight embrace. There was always a grandparental kind of relationship between the two. The first memory either of them of the other is when she was 14 and just wandered into the shop without realizing how important this weird old man would become in her life, neither could recall a single event of that day besides when she first asked for his help and the moment a piece of fake wisteria had fallen on her head. “Gotta any new trinkets in your wizard stall”. Ash pulled away from him. “I don’t believe I have anything you would enjoy today my dear. I’m sorry to disappoint you.” “You could never disappoint me Ozzy. Coming to see you is the best thing in this place.” The girl giggled and then winced “Don’t taunt my store, even if I am awesome.” Ozzy began to walk back to the seat behind his counter. He had hit her shin with the end of his cane and then kept going like nothing had happened. Asshole.  

The two conversed so seamlessly, an immortal and a seventy something year old man speaking like time was completely irrelevant to them. The simplistic peace was interrupted by bells jingling as some people walked in. Ozzy pulled himself to stand to greet the new guests “Welcome to Oswalds Oddities! Feel free to look around and if you have questions let me know.” Ash quickly glanced over at the boys that broke the bubble of calm she had with Ozzy. Upon seeing it was a gaggle of surf nazis she knew she would need to leave the store. It was routine at this point. Surf nazis show up, They mouth off, The gang fights back, Surfers run away and then get made into a glorious feast for her and the boys, but Ozzy didn’t need to be in the center of that. “Alright I gotta go Ozzy, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She was walking out of the store when one of the boys tried to block her path. Glaring up at him, she just walked past him. 

The girl walked next door to the 24-hour diner that had the best food for the munchies. Whether it was a development from years of being Santa carla or a vampire thing but she could always tell when someone was following her. She knew they were following her, but she knew there was no real danger. They would scream in agony like all the rest. “Hey lady, with the green hair. The fuck you are?” The supposed ‘leader’ of this group said. She could already feel the connection between her and the boys beginning to strain. “No need to cause a scene, I just didn’t want some poor old man to deal with any possible damage to his store. You understand right?” Ash raised her hands in a motion of surrender. She tried to circle her way around the group to get out of the diner and it seemed as though the boys were stupid enough to follow her. It is almost a standoff, you wouldn’t be surprised to see a tumbleweed pass by with the tension in the air. She had circled to be inside the door frame now, when in a moment of blind confidence in her speed and strength, she punched him. The leader of the surfers was holding his nose while the group watched her run away. “YOU SKANK” She looked back to the men that are now running after her once she heard that scream. The five men were sprinting out after the girl as she jumped down from the pier into the sand. The sound of engines and screaming that would scare most people brought a smile to her face. She was covered in a cloud of kicked up sand and exhaust. As the dust cleared, the gathered crowd could see she was surrounded by the infamous Lost Boys. “YOU’RE THE SLUT ALWAYS WITH THESE ASSHOLES!” The gang laughed. The idea that her boys, her pack, would ‘use’ her was the most moronic idea she ever heard. Maybe they “had fun” at some point but it was so long ago no one remembers anything beyond ‘it happened’. “Their slut?'' She was still in shock. Her and David would smoke together and Marko trusted her to babysit the pigeons in the cave, but that was it. Paul hollered out “Buddy if anything we’re her bitches”. Paul always said he didn't want to be ‘tied down’ but he’s jumped on Ash and Dwayne cuddling enough times that it wasn’t a surprising sight to see. 

The boys had collected themselves enough to start stepping off their bikes as Ash began to walk towards the front of the bikes.  “All right fuckers heres what you need to know. I know I look like an easy bitch looking for a ‘good time’ but i wouldn’t fuck any of you if it meant my daddy issues never fucking happened. So go spend quality time with your right hands since that's the only thing that will ever touch you or your disgusting pricks.” She finishes her speech by flipping the group off with both hands and stepping backwards until she hits the chest of Dwayne. The group watched the surfers begin to scamper away and the boys circled the girl asking if she was okay. 

Marko was first to notice someone walking towards them but ignored it in favor of checking on the girl who was basically his sister. David felt something pull him back by his shoulder. The group all looked in the direction of the force. Before any of them could say anything, suddenly three voices rang out. “ASHLEY?” She looked at the faces of the three that had screamed. The faces that hurt the most to leave. The memories came flooding back. The few that she tried to hold onto from before she met the boys. She really had no words. She had barely mustered the courage and the breath to say…

“Shit.”

[yourlocalconfusedhomo]

reminders for today:

if you or someone you know might need it in the next few years, purchase plan b. the shelf life of plan b is 4 years, and we might not be able to access it as easily as we can now in the days ahead.

if you are larger/plus size: go online and purchase ella instead of plan b. plan b is less effective if you aren’t under 160 pounds.

if you can, purchase books that project 2025 is looking to ban.

mass deportations are starting. if you see ice vehicles or agents, yell ice raid and la migra as loud as you can.

if someone asks who you voted for, keep your mouth shut. they’re fishing for traitors.

if anyone, anyone at all asks about your neighbors or their legal status in the us, you know nothing. don’t be the reason that their family is separated.

if anyone asks about your religion or lack thereof, keep it vague. this administration will look for any excuse to persecute you.

your friends are trans or queer? for the next four years they’re not. don’t expose anyone’s status as a trans or queer person to anyone else, even if you think you can trust them.

did someone you know get an abortion? no, they didn’t. they were never pregnant.

in short, don’t be a snitch, and keep to yourself these next four years. we’ll make it through this even if it seems hopeless at times.

we can survive this. we’ve survived before, and we’ll survive again.

[yourlocalconfusedhomo]

Hello Again, Dear Night

I wrote like 2.5 chapters of a lost boys fic for me and my friends and I stopped and now I wanna write it again so I'm hoping publishing it will convince me to write more.

All names are fake and this was posted with permission of my friends.

The wondrous nightlife in Santa Carla was not something just anyone could stomach and it was certainly off-putting to the Emersons crew. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of people around. Women with neon colored hair and shaved off eyebrows and men in full leather outfits weren’t something a bunch of Arizonans were used to, but what could one expect in the murder capital of the world right? “Liz you finally have somewhere where you won’t be called a smurf wherever you go” Victoria said smirking at her blue haired friend who only responded by flipping her off. “Vic stop being mean, Liz watch it and boys- Alison turned to her brothers, who were already fighting with each other- stop doing… everything you're doing”. Michael had Sam in a headlock while Sam was trying to push his face back. “We haven’t even been here five minutes you assholes” Eliza stepped forward and pulled Micheal arms off his little brother while muttering about their stupidity. Alison was always taking the lead with her brothers, maybe it was her being the oldest or her empathy for her mom and how hard she works cause their dad sure didn’t, but it was natural at this point. Alison was the peacemaker while Eliza and Victoria cackled from the sidelines and this was no different. “Do we need to go over the rules for tonight again? I mean we mostly made them for Liz but still.” Eliza’s fake offense and shock at the joke only caused the laughter to keep going. “I’d expect that from Vicky but not from you Alison Emerson”. Alison rolled her eyes and spoke again “Alright try not to separate or get murdered. Deal?” “Deal” a confirmation from the small group rang out. Vicky started walking forward with a simple “Lets go” before the group had begun to make their way into the heart of the boardwalk.

Micheal and Sam split off at some point, Micheal saying something about a weird shirtless sax player, Leaving the girls alone. Booths full of trinkets and food stalls lined the boardwalk. Neon signs saying ‘OPEN LATE’ were dim compared to massive lights coming from the massive attractions that brought people in. Some shops were clearly made for tourists. “Who the hell would wear a shirt like this?” Vicky was holding a neon pink shirt with the words ‘I SURVIVED THE MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD’ in bold black letters. The trio shared the wonder of what was worse, the color or the phrase, without sharing a word. When you’re friends long enough you just know what the other is thinking. The snickering got them odd looks from people who were there to truly buy something. A little old lady looking at the same shirt in yellow looked over questioningly. “I hope her hearing aids didn’t work too well” Eliza said as the girls quickly walked out of the store. “LIZ NO” “Oh god” Vicky and Ali over lapped in their scolding of their friend. Eilza muttered something about not being wrong as they walked towards the beach connected to the boardwalk.

“YOU SKANK” A massive comotion came from the little 24-hour diner a few steps away from the girls. Suddenly a person ran out its doors followed by a few men who looked like they could be surfers. “That's gonna be interesting” Victoria always had a little nose for drama and this was right up her alley. “We're not breaking up a 5 on 1 fight Vicky.” Eliza tried to be rational because she knew that's what she should do but part of her really wanted to see what was happening. “You two are already walking towards it so let's go watch. If the police ask we can tell what happened” Eliza hadn’t noticed that Ali was maybe ten feet behind them till the blonde's comment pulled her back to reality. “I’M NOT TELLING THEM ANYTHING” Victoria kept walking and was around twenty feet ahead when Liz and Ali began to follow after. 

Sudden rumblings and the sounds of reeving stop the trio in their tracks. A plume of sand surrounded where the person from earlier had landed. Screams of joy and taunts rang out from the cloud. As the dust settled four men on motorcycles came to be revealed and a woman with green and black hair stood behind them. “What you gonna do now boys?” The woman taunted her chasers. An air of terror brushed through. These bikers and the girl they were protecting were known and were not to be messed with. Once stationary the trio could see the attire of the men chasing her was what they would imagine a surfer bro wearing. “SO YOU’RE THE SLUT ALWAYS WITH THESE ASSHOLES!”. The one who seemed like the leader of the surfers screamed. He didn’t sound like he thought he could win if came to fighting but he wanted to pretend to. “Their ‘slut’?” This woman laughed. She laughed at the idea that she was used by the boys around her. “Buddy if anything we’re her bitches” One of the bikers managed to get out between his bouts of laughter. The girls looked on at this group cackling at the surfers who just insinuated that the woman they were clearly protective of, was with them to be a toy.

The boys began to climb off their bikes while the girl walked in front of the bikes. “All right fuckers heres what you need to know. I know I look like an easy bitch looking for a ‘good time’ but i wouldn’t fuck any of you if it meant my daddy issues never fucking happened. So go spend quality time with your right hands since that's the only thing that will ever touch you or your disgusting pricks.” She finishes her speech by flipping the group off with both hands and stepping backwards until she hits the chest of the only brunette in the group. These surfers seemed to finally understand that no matter what tactics they used in a fight against a bunch of leather bound bikers, they would lose and it would be brutal. After what seemed like an eternity to the onlookers the surfers finally scampered away. All those watching followed the group of brightly colored floral shirts that kept peaking back over their shoulders to insure the group wouldn’t follow.

People began to disperse and the bikers clumped together seemingly checking in on the girl. Alison and Vicky began to move away but Eliza spoke before they could get too far. “Hold up. Didn’t that girl look kinda familiar?” Ali and Vicky turned around with a look of confusion. “How did you see her face in all of that dude?” Vicky questioned. “I don’t know man and I didn’t see her face. She just feels like someone we know.” Eliza was still staring at the woman. This mystery girl just felt like someone who was in their lives at some point. “Liz, are you trying to say you think that's who i think you're thinking?” Alison placed her hand on Eliza's shoulder and Vicky stepped to the fence where Eliza was standing. The three looked on at these bikers and watched as they laughed at what could have meant terrible things for the girl without them there.

Vicky started walking towards them. “VIC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Alison whisper yelled following along with Eliza close behind. Vicky stopped and turned to her friends “We can see who it is and if it's not who we hope we can just say we want to check on her”. Vicky resumed her trek forwards as Alison and Eliza joined. As they stepped closer they began fragments of what sounds like questions of concern. Until they heard it. A name. A name that connected that air of familiarity to memories. Alison pushed to the front of the trio and pulled the man closest to them back to get a clear look at her face. As the woman turned around the girls confirmed something they hoped to find was true. “ASHLEY?!” The girls rang out simultaneously once they saw her. The girl finally said something that could be heard.

“Shit”

This will be posted onto A03 under the name "Hello Again, Dear Night"