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never---ending---story · 5 years ago

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Wallll-EEEE

Possible Triggers: Swearing

Word count:3275

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Sawyer propped his phone up against a couple of books and took a deep breath. After a moment of contemplation, he tapped the record button and stepped away.

“Hi,” he started. “My name is Sawyer Matthew Jacobs..” he paused. “I don’t need to say my full name. This is the internet, Sawyer!” He leaned forward and deleted the footage. Sawyer wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. It was 2 o’clock in the morning and he had made a decision. In the screen of the camera, he stared at his reflection. It showed him and his messy light ash blonde hair. His eyes were still a pale blue, but this time red-rimmed. Pining over his best friend had started taking a toll on Sawyer because, sure, he could act normal around him, but when he was alone he thought about him. He thought about him all too much for it to be normal. So, in a moment of desperation, he wiped away his tears, set up a camera and decided he was just going to show the internet that he wasn’t a baby. That the Sawyer Jacobs they know and love, was not, as they thought, a coward. All 20 of them needed to know. He pressed record again and leaned back. He wiped his eyes and smiled at the camera.

“So, it’s, like, 2 am and surprise surprise I’ve been crying.” he chuckled, but there wasn’t a lot of humor “There’s this guy I like. I’ve liked him for a while and I saw this trend where people just kiss their crush? I guess?” he glanced at his feet and then back up “I really like this dude, and I don’t know how to tell him, so, I’m just going to hope that Tik Tok won’t let me down with their cute couples...Tomorrow is our weekly movie day. We’re watching Wall-E which I know is his favorite. So if the kiss doesn’t go well we can just go back to watching the movie. I hope.” he looked directly into the camera “wish me luck I guess?” and with that, he switched the camera off, feeling a bit more confident in his plan. Have Raffaello over, put on Wall-E, kiss him. He wasn’t quite sure what would happen after that. He hoped there would be something after that.

Eventually, he sighed and laid down once more. His fluffy white blanket never seemed so welcoming. So he slipped his shirt off and crawled into bed, falling into a not so sound sleep.

****

Sawyer stared into his closet, a frown growing on his face. He grabbed a white button-up and a blue sweater. He held the sweater over the button up and looked at it closely. A minute later he dropped it on the floor for later thought and pulled out a blue and white striped button-up. He tossed it to his pile a moment later.

The Pile of Clothes and Contemplation only grew and grew and Sawyer’s frustration grew along with it. He usually only spent a few minutes at most deciding his outfit, but today he was breaching into 30 minutes. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew why. He wanted to look nice. Not because it would make him feel better, but because he wanted to impress Raffaello. He wanted him to find him attractive and notice that he looked nice, or cute, or whatever Raffaello was drawn to. He sought his approval. He knew it wasn’t healthy of course but, he still did.

Sayer sat on the ground and buried his head in his hands. Is this how love feels? Because it sucks, Sawyer thought to himself. He gently rubbed his temples with the tips of his finger, and when that didn’t work he let out a brief scream that caught the attention of his roommate, Carson, from the other side of his apartment.

A head of red curly hair peaked in through his doorway.

“Everything alright in here?” Carson asked wearily, “It doesn’t look like it, but I feel like I should ask.”

Sawyer looked up at him and smiled gently at his cousin. “I’m okay,” he said gently, “but, I could use your help.” Sawyer pushed himself off of the ground and stood up.

Carson stepped into Sawyer’s room, returning the smile. He pushed his black, thin-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose. “What do you need?” he asked happily.

Sawyer pointed at the pile of clothes at his feet. “Pick an outfit,” he said, and he saw a mischievous glint in Carson’s eyes, “but!” he added just in case, “make me look cute. I know you’re straight, and that will be hard for you-”

Carson snorted and pushed Sawyer aside, crouching down and shuffling through the clothes “Please Sawyer, you can at least trust me in the clothing section of your life,” he picked up a plain blue shirt, looked at Sawyer, and put it back, “I dress fine.”Sawyer sighed and sat next to him “yeah, okay.”

Carson snorted and nudged Sawyer’s shoulder, “why do you want to look all pretty anyway?” he asked “is some boy coming over?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows before his face fell “if that’s the answer, please keep it down. Last time you had some guy over I was in a call with my publisher and-” Sawyer threw a hand over Carson’s mouth “I get it! Shut up!” he cried. After a beat of silence, both of them broke out into a fit of laughter.

Sawyer felt his nerves slowly drift away as he joked and shuffled through clothes with Carson. Carson Anderson was Sawyer’s favorite cousin. They got along, shared interests, and were just good friends. Both of them didn’t have siblings so, through the years they became friends. Carson was always a big help. He was smart, funny, and a trouble maker, just like Sawyer.

Carson pulled out a white buttoned shirt with blue stripes and smiled “This. White, black stripes-”

“Those stripes are blue you idiot”

“Shut up,” Carson said, staring at the shirt. His eyes lit up and he looked at Sawyer “grab some jeans!” he exclaimed. Sawyer picked up a pair of loose-fitting fitting jeans and Carson rolled his eyes. “Not those ones! The ones that make your ass look nice!”

Sawyer glanced into his closet and pulled out another pair of jeans “these?”

Carson nodded and threw the shirt he had grabbed at Sawyer. “Now get dressed!” and with that, he stood up and left the room. Sawyer was left to change and that’s what he did.

Looking in the mirror, Sawyer inspected his complexion. It turned out that he could trust Carson. Sawyer felt his lips curl into a smile. He stared at himself for a little bit longer and teased his hair with his fingers. His light ash blonde fell over his eyes and Sawyer made a face. He grabbed his purple brush from his bedside table and fixed his hair. Should he curl and then brush it to make it wavier? He didn’t have time to decide because someone knocked a familiar rhythm on the door.

Raffaello.

“One sec!” he called nervously as his heart picked up speed. He picked up a tube of mascara and twisted it open.

“Well, are you dressed?” Raffaello asked through the door in his sweet Italian accent.

“Duh,” Sawyer replied “I’ve just gotta do something,” he said walking over to his desk which had a mirror on it. He pulled out the chair and sat down. He held the mascara brush close to his eye when the door crashed open causing Sawyer to yelp in surprise and smudge mascara on his cheek. He turned around angrily.

Raffaello stood in his room with a grin on his face “If you're dressed I can come in,” he said. Sawyer rolled his eyes and opened the drawer of his desk. He grabbed a pack of makeup wipes and pulled one out. As he rubbed it on his cheek he saw Raffaello appear behind him in his mirror. He was wearing a simple red shirt and jeans.

“What’s with the makeup?” he asked.

Sawyer shrugged “I dunno,” he lied “I just think it looks nice.” In reality, Sawyer was doing it for the boy he was with. Raffaello had complimented him on it once before, so maybe it would have some effect now. Once he had got whatever left was off his cheek, he tried to put the mascara on again, and this time, he was successful. He smiled at himself and the mirror. He was thinking about possibly doing a bit more, but now he didn’t have the time. He turned to Raffaello.

“Alright Raph,” Sawyer turned towards his friend, “what should we do first?”

Raffaello’s smile grew and so did the butterflies in Sawyer’s stomach. “Well, I was thinking we get some candy and watch our movie? We could go down the street and get something from the store. Or the bakery. I just want a cinnamon roll.”

Sawyer chuckled a bit “How about we go to the bakery and then the store?” he said as he stood up. Raffaello nodded “sounds great.” he put his hands in his pockets all cool as if he wasn’t the most attractive person to Sawyer. He was so oblivious and Sawyer was upset and grateful at the same time.

Sawyer slipped past Raffaello to grab his phone and wallet.

“Oh, Sawyer!” Raffaello remarked “I love your outfit. It’s cute.”

Sawyer turned around to face Raffello. He felt flustered but smiled nonetheless. “Thanks, Raph” he picked up his phone and wallet.

Raffaello shrugged “ ‘m just being honest mio amico,” he said opening the door to Sawyer’s room. Mio amico: my friend. Sawyer’s heart dropped a bit, but he still grasped onto hope because of the fact that he knew Raffaello called everyone that. Not just him.

Sawyer rushed ahead of Raffaello out the door and grabbed his jean jacket off of the coat rack. Raffaello followed him out, and soon enough they were walking down the not so busy streets of Brooklyn.

Together, Raffaello and Sawyer walked to a bakery down the road from Sawyer’s apartment. It was a chilly afternoon, but Sawyer didn’t mind. He had gotten used to the cold of fall in New York City after living there for so long. Raffaello was not so accustomed. He had grown up in Italy for most of his life. Sawyer argued that Italy’s September weather was just like New York’s but, for some reason that Sawyer would never understand, Raffaello said they were completely different. So there Raffaello was, with a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and face. He looked ridiculous.

Sawyer nudged his friend on the shoulder, “How are you holding in there? No hypothermia yet?” he asked with a smirk. Raffaello rolled his eyes and muttered ‘shut up’ behind his neatly done, navy blue scarf. Sawyer only laughed at him, tugging on the ends of the scarf’s fabric, to which Raffaello hit him on the shoulder.

“You’re such a dick.” he cried when Sawyer took his scarf off, “I hate you.”

Sawyer snorted “you love me jackass.” A mother passing by cupped her hands over her child’s ears to which Sawyer snickered behind his hand. Raffello looked at the kid and the back at Sawyer.

“Your fault, not mine” Raffaello teased “I don’t understand why I’m friends with you”

Sawyer only rolled his eyes “probably because when you were 15 you got dared-” Raffaello put his hand over the blonde’s mouth. Sawyer shoved his hand away and laughed. “You were a dick in high school. Nothing’s changed.”

***

Raffello smiled at Sawyer as he slipped into the seat across from him. Sawyer smiled back if a bit confused. In front of Raffaello, he had a cinnamon roll. Sawyer smirked and swiped his finger across the icing and licked it off his finger.

“You’re a bitch” Raffaello teased to which Sawyer stuck his tongue out at him

“I may be a bitch but at least I’m not Italian” Sawyer replied. Raffaello looked at Sawyer, wholly confused

“What the fuck does that even mean?” The other said under his breath. Sawyer snorted and took out his phone as Raffaello happily started to eat his cinnamon bun.

***

Raffaello glared at Sawyer with his arms crossed. He tapped his foot impatiently. “Sawyer, you can’t sit in the shopping cart.”

Sawyer stuck out his bottom lip and pouted. The two did this often, and with Sawyer being the smallest he always tried to get them in trouble by getting into places he shouldn’t be. While Raffaello usually joined Sawyer in his shenanigans, he didn’t want Sawyer getting banned from the only grocery store within walking distance, so he had to put his foot down. Especially because Sawyer didn’t have a car and always took the subway.

Sawyer sighed and grabbed a shopping cart. “You’re no fun,” he whined, but Raffaello only laughed. “C’mon you, dork. We can get ice cream” Raffaello bribed. Sawyer’s face lit up like a kid in a candy store “Well what are you waiting for!” he ditched the cart and ran into the store leaving Raffaello in the dust.

When they finally found each other again it was because Sawyer was throwing candy at his friend. “I found chocolate!’ he cried running up to Raffaello who was rubbing the side of his face where a chocolate bar had hit his cheek. “I can see that,” he replied, picking up candy from the floor and putting it in the cart. Sawyer laughed and set a pint of ice cream in the cart as well as other sweets. He started shuffling through whatever Raffaello grabbed as the other boy looked at coffee.

“New York has terrible coffee,” he remarked grabbing a box off the shelf, “I’ve lived here for six years and I’m yet to find something good!”

Sawyer scoffed “That sounds like a you problem. Just because you’ve only ever had fancy homemade coffee doesn’t mean that American coffee is a sin.”

“You’re only saying that because you only drink iced coffee from Starbucks.”

“I’m gay Raph.”

“I know but that doesn’t mean Starbucks has good iced coffee.”

“Seeing as I’m gay that’s precisely why I like iced coffee. You’re Bi. You wouldn’t understand.”

Raffaello scoffed and tossed a box of coffee in the cart “whatever. I’m only getting some because-”

“You’re cranky when you wake up?” Sawyer mocked and looked up from a nutrition label he was reading.

“Because I ran out of coffee at home. I get mine online.” he turned to Sawyer “I already checked the labels by the way. No peanuts, you won’t die of an allergic reaction.”

“Yes,” Sawyer rejoiced quietly, “you’re an angel. What would I do without you?”

“Probably die of an allergic reaction.”

“I’m gonna die from all your sass.”

Raffaello rolled his eyes and looked at the cart, “you got way too much crap.” he said glaring at the pile of junk food.

“It’s okay! Carson got a shit ton of vegetables last time he was here. I’m balancing it out!” Sawyer said happily

Raffaello snorted “fine. Let’s get going though before I change my mind”

***

Sawyer gave his friend the remote and smiled at him “I’ll be right back. I’ve gotta use the bathroom” he hopped off the bed.

Raffaello chuckled “Have fun I guess.”

Sawyer snorted and left his room, walking down the hall to the bathroom. He pushed the white door open gently but it still creaked open. He sighed and stepped inside, closing the door quickly. He didn’t actually have to go to the bathroom, he had to calm his nerves. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at himself in the mirror. From his blue eyes to penguin patterned socks, Sawyer deemed himself presentable. Not that he was worried about that though. He knew what he had told himself to do, and he wasn’t the kind of person to let things fall through. Then again, he wasn’t the kind of person to make a bold move and kiss his best friend either. Sawyer turned on the sink and grabbed his toothbrush, running it under the water. He had already brushed his teeth, but couldn’t hurt to do it again right?

Sawyer put a small glob of toothpaste on his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth. The time went by quickly as he slowly counted to 120 in his head. He spit the toothpaste out and as he looked in the mirror he realized that using the bathroom for about 3 minutes was probably suspicious. So, he wiped the toothpaste off his face and twisted the door’s lock. He opened the door and quickly walked down the hall to his room. He opened the door and prayed that Raffaello didn’t notice that he was gone for 3 whole minutes.

Raffaello was on Sawyer’s bed, laying on his stomach as he gently chuckled at something on his phone. His usual neat dark brown hair was falling into his eyes a bit and Sawyer wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through his soft-looking locks. But before he could dwell on that thought any longer Raffaello looked over.

“Took you long enough to take a fat shit,” he said, trying to hide his laughter. Sawyer barked out a laugh and walked over, sitting next to Raffaello. The boy in red nudged Sawyer’s shoulder “you know what time it is?”

“Uh, -5 pm?”

“Wall-E time!” Raffaello pressed play on the movie. Sawyer chuckled softly and laid next to Raffaello. He felt his stomach flip as he looked at Raffaello who had a look he could only describe as pure happiness. The melody of Hello Dolly played from the speakers in Sawyer’s room and Raffaello hummed right along with it.

Pure bliss Sawyer though as he leaned his head into his friend’s shoulder as he always did on Saturday evenings.

About 15 or so minutes into the movie Sawyer felt his nerves bubbling over. The sheer anxiety he felt when he thought about what he was going to do. But, what was there to be scared about? He wasn’t dumb, he knew that something like this wouldn’t ruin their friendship. Either way, he felt like chickening out.

That was before he heard a small giggle escape Raffaello’s lips. It sent him through the roof. So far so that Sawyer looked over at Raffaello, grabbed his face with his hand and planted his own lips onto Raffaello’s. The boy he kissed squeaked in surprise, but what was even more surprising to Sawyer was that Raffaello kissed him back.

Laying next to Raffaello wasn’t pure bliss. This was.

Sawyer felt the blood rush to his cheeks as Raffaello adjusted how he was laying, to pull Sawyer the slightest bit closer.

As happy and content Sawyer felt at that moment it had to end eventually. Of course, it was in the dumbest way imaginable.

Raffaello pulled away and smiled “Wall-Eeee” he mimicked the character on the screen, though it didn’t sound the same because of his accent.

Sawyer glared at him and slapped him across his cheek “Are you kidding me? I kiss you and that’s your response!”

Raffaello laughed “what else did you expect me to do?”

Sawyer felt himself blush a bit more than he already was “I dunno! Tell me that you like me back? Slap me because you don’t like me? Not say anything-”

Raffaello rolled his eyes and kissed Sawyer to shut him up. It worked, and Sawyer melted right into his touch.

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never---ending---story · 5 years ago

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How do I passive Aggressively Say ‘Fuck You’ In Flower

Possible Triggers: Swearing

word count: 3058

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Eli’s eyes scanned over the words of the gardening magazine he was reading. He wasn’t necessarily processing them but he knew that if Nicolette found out she’d scold him for not trying. Which was completely fair, he wasn’t trying. He just needed extra money. The only thing that seemed to catch his interest was the flower meanings but last time Nicolette caught him reading the same book on flower meanings she said that if he didn’t learn how to pot a plant he’d be dead, and he really couldn’t afford to die with his scholarship on the line. So sitting behind the counter of a flower shop it was. A flower shop that was mainly just him sitting at a counter reading about how to actually take care of a plant. He may be learning how to save human lives but for the sake of all, you hold dear don’t let him plant sit. Nicolette was teaching him, but it was difficult for him to catch on.

Honestly, as much as Eli wanted to have a plant, to be able to say he had a son named Carl who was actually just a mason jar with a small cactus sitting in it, he just didn’t understand why they needed to be so high maintenance. It didn’t make sense. He could take care of a rabbit but not a fucking shrub. Eli heaved a sigh and pushed his glasses up his nose. He was bored beyond belief and was extremely relieved to hear the bell above the door jingle. He sat up.

“Mr.davidson we just got- oh” Eli was expecting the same old man who came on every day to get a flower for his wife, but instead it was a really cute boy. The guy looked to be about his age with feathery black hair and annoyed brown eyes. He looked upset. He had on platform boots, pale blue jeans, and a black t-shirt with a simple doodle of a mountainscape. He had a set scowl on his lips as he walked up to the counter, leaning against it.

“How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in a flower bouquet?’ he asked with an indignant tone. That question had definitely caught Eli off guard.

“Uhm,” he thought about it “meadowsweet flowers mean uselessness”

“That’s a bit harsh don’t you think?” the guy questioned

Eli shrugged “You’re the one asking how to say fuck you in flower.” Eli bit his lip and thought for a moment “I do think I can arrange a bouquet to say that though. Unless you just want orange lilies. They mean hatred. That’s close enough right”

The corner of the guy’s lip twitched but it went away as soon as it appeared. “Tell me about the bouquet oh wise flower boy”

Eli let himself smile at him “Well it has meadowsweet, which as I already said, mean uselessness. Foxgloves mean insincerity, Geraniums -- stupidity, yellow carnations-- you have disappointed me and the orange lilies.”

The guy considered that “would you get that for me flower boy?”

Eli chuckled “Sure thing sir,” he said, stepping from behind the counter, “would you like a card with that?” he asked as he grabbed the Geraniums.

The guy propped his head on his hand, still leaning on the counter “sure. I’ll let you fetch my bouquet of doom while I think of what to put”

Eli nodded and shuffled around picking out the nicest flowers he found for this special boy, even if his bouquet was less than friendly. Once he had gathered all the flowers, he grabbed a sheet of paper to wrap them up. No matter how many times Nicolette had taught him how to wrap them he always messed up, but this time it didn’t quite matter for this bouquet of pissed off glory. He looked up at the man who wanted the flowers. He had a teasing smirk on his face as he watched Eli struggle to wrap the flowers.

“And the card?” Eli asked

The guy’s smirk only grew as Eli grabbed a small card and pen that had a paper flower on the end. “Dear dad” he began “Fuck you, I don’t need you anyway. I’m 22. Signed, Damien” he said, sounding satisfied. Damien huh? Eli went to write that down but after the first few letters he looked up.

“What?”

“You heard me,” the guy looked at Eli’s tag “Elijah?”

“Just call me Eli. Jesus, what did your dad do to you?”

Damien shrugged “Disowned me. I should’ve seen it coming”

Eli finished writing and stapled it to the paper, binding the flowers “Then I guess he deserves this bouquet. Wanna throw in some butterfly weed.”

“Depends oh wise flower sage. What does it mean?”

“It means ‘leave me’. Kinda like fuck off”

The man considered this and nodded after a pause “By all means throw it in.”

Eli laughed a bit and once again left the counter space, walking to the left side of the store. He grabbed two butterfly weed flowers and slid them into the bouquet. “Anything else?”

Damien shook his head “Nope. That’s it.”

Eli quickly rang up the guy for his flowers and scribbled his number on his receipt writing, “tell me how it goes >:D”

Damien inspected his receipt for a moment and caught Eli’s eyes when he looked up. He had a mischievous grin plastered on his face

“Sure thing blondie,” he said pocketing the receipt

Eli chuckled “He deserves a worse bouquet but unfortunately I don’t think you want to accidentally send him a death threat”

A chuckle sounded from Damien and he nodded “Yup, don’t want any police at my apartment.” he paused for a moment “thanks Eli”

Eli nodded in response “It’s my job. Your bouquet was fun though”

Damien laughed “I can only imagine.” he glanced at the clock on the wall “Shit I’ve got to get going” he muttered and then turned back to Eli “I’ll text you”

Eli nodded “You better. Now get to where ever you need to go”

Damien nodded and ran out of the shop yelling “TO MY DAD’S HOUSE”

Eli was leaning behind the counter tapping his fingers on the wooden surface. The door to the flower shop was cracked open so a cool breeze swept through. Spring had arrived. Spring meant more flowers. More flowers that Eli had already planted. Now he was sitting bored, wishing no one, in particular, would walk through the doors with his black fringe and platform boots. As soon as he thought about him his heart lept. Footsteps echoed across the tile of the shop and Eli’s eyes shot up.

“Damien-” he was sad to realize that this time it was Mr.Davidson. “Good afternoon Mr.Davidson how can I help you?” he asked lazily

Mr.Davidson was a cheery only man with blue eyes and shiny white hair. He smiled at Eli.

“Hello, Elijah,” he said happily with a sweet smile. He adjusted his tan cardigan over his shoulders “I’m looking for some tulips. Those are in season aren’t they son?”

Eli walked out from behind the counter. He couldn’t help but smile at the short, happily go lucky old man, “they sure are sir. Are you looking for seeds this time around or just flowers?”

Mr.Davidson glanced around the shop as he contemplated, “well, I think I’ll get flowers.” he looked back to Eli, “Now, do you know what those signify, Elijah.”

Eli nodded as he led Mr.Davidson over to their tulip selection “Perfect love,” he answered wistfully, “it’s awfully sweet that you’re getting these for your wife sir.”

The old man looked at the flowers “Well I love her and feel she deserves them” the old man said, “I think I’ll get a bouquet.”

Eli sighed “Do you want me to wrap those for you?” he heard another set of steps enter the shop and looked over his shoulder to see Damien. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks as Damien met his eyes “I’ll be with you in a minute.” he squeaked.

Mr.Davidson raised an eyebrow at Eli “You don’t need to wrap them. I do think that you like that boy over there though.”

Eli flushed more, and he looked away ash he started to pick out flowers. He made sure nothing was amiss and cut the stems, handing the flowers to the old man.

“Thirteen dollars even,” he said holding the bouquet out to the old man who smiled and happily handed sawyer fifteen dollars

“Keep the change,” he said before walking out. Eli waved to him and turned to Damien

“Sorry I’m once again the only one working. Sawyer’s got a stomach bug.” he walked up to him and smiled “What vengeful bouquet do you need this time”

Damien chuckled “How do you say: Sorry, you’re not my type in flower”

Eli raised his eyebrows “Ooo did someone ask you out?” he said wiggling his shoulders up and down, pretending like that didn’t make his heart sink to the floor.

“Yeah” Damien replied starting to walk around the shop “She’s my math tutor. Name’s Nicolette.”

Eli practically choked on air and Damien turned to him with an alarmed expression as he started laughing.

“She’s-” Eli put a hand over his mouth and laughed a bit more “She’s my boss, dude! I can’t believe you rejected her she’s so cool. Scary, but cool.”

Damien’s eyes widened “Well, it’s not my fault I like guys!”

The boy in the floral apron paused for a second. Damien was gay? Eli turned his attention back to Damien. “Yeah, okay. Fair point.”

Damien crossed his arms and looked protective of himself. Eli faltered when he realized why.

“Hey don’t worry. I’m gay too. I happens to the best of us” he nudged Damien’s shoulders “I think I know a flower that will work. Do you still want to be her friend?” Eli asked, changing the subject.

Damien looked at him with an expression Eli couldn’t discern. He uncrossed his arms. “Well, yeah. I do. She’s a good tutor”

Eli smiled at him, “She’s good at math!” he said cheerfully “I think yellow roses would fit perfectly. They signify friendship.”

The other boy nodded

“I could throw in some pansies” Eli added as he started to gather the yellow roses “Pansy was a name given to flamboyant gay guys like a hundred years ago

Damien snorted “that’d be great actually.”

Soon enough Eli was back behind the counter, facing the challenge of wrapping flowers. He heaved a heavy sigh and grabbed the paper.

Damien looked at him and smiled. “Do you want help there, flower boy?”

Eli looked up and bit his lip “Well, um”

Damien just chuckled “of course you do.” he said and then he walked behind the counter. He got way to close for what would usually be Eli’s comfort zone, but he couldn’t bring himself to care apart from being a bit flustered.

Damien pulled the flowers and wrapping paper over to himself. He looked over at Eli with a grin, you forgot the tissue paper.

Eli sighed “right, right” he grabbed a yellow piece of tissue paper and handed it to Damien who took it gratefully. The boy in black put the tissue paper under the flowers (but over the wrapping paper) and began to fold the paper.

As much as the silence was comfortable, Eli didn’t want that. He wanted to talk. So he did.

“So what’s with the platform boots?” He asked “You’re taller than me now, and I’m 5’10”

Damien looked over at him “I’m also 5’10. I just like to feel tall” he said with a shrug going back to folding the flowers “they’re only adding like three inches to my height and I’m 5’9”

Eli smiled “I’m taller than you?” he asked leaning against the counter.

Damien rolled his eyes “I guess so. Good thing I never take off these shoes. I’ll always be 2 inches taller if I can help it.”

Eli smiled “What color ribbon do you want to tie it off with?” he asked, sitting up straight.

Damien shrugged “surprise me, flower boy.”

Eli nodded and opened the drawer under the counter that held the ribbon. He grabbed green and cut off what Damien would need.

Damien tied a neat bow “Easy,” he said holding the flowers up. He looked over at Eli with a grin “no offense though”

Eli snorted “yeah okay.” he said, rolling his eyes. There was a moment of silence between them and Damien smelled the flowers and smiled. Eli felt his heart do a somersault.

“I’ll pay for the flowers” he blurted out.

Damien’s head snapped into Eli’s direction “really?”

Eli nodded hastily “yeah, I mean, you did wrap them. It’s how I’ll repay you.”

Eli could’ve sworn he saw Damien’s cheeks flush before he ducked his head away for a moment. Eli chewed on the inside of his cheek.

“You’re an angel thank you,” he said.

Eli nodded “of course. Anything for a-” as Damien walked past him, he kissed Eli on the cheek and Eli stopped talking.

“I’ll see you soon Eli. I’ve gotta go” he said before walking out of the store. Eli stood in his place, feet glued to the ground as blood rushed to his cheeks. Did that just happen?

Eli hummed a tune idly to himself fanned himself with a magazine. He didn’t have much to do anyway. Classes were out and summer was in full swing. People came and went from the shop but Eli didn’t care. He was just excited that a certain someone was going to stop by. He had been texting Damien the night before who said that he needed to pick up some flowers. They had been texting a lot recently, but they never got the chance to meet up in real life. Between Eli’s classes and the job at the flower shop, he didn’t have time. Neither did Damien, he had classes when Damien didn’t. Luckily it was summer now, and they could sneak a chance. Eli wanted a different change though. He didn’t just want to hang out with Damien. Sure, hanging out is nice, but what Eli really wanted as a date of some kind. Maybe going to a coffee shop or a nice walk through the park. He didn’t know, nor care.

In his daydream, he had failed to notice someone walk in. The very someone he had been waiting for.

Damien snapped his fingers in front of Eli’s face who jumped. He looked up at Damien. “I hate you” he hissed with no real malice. Beside him, his co-worker, Sawyer, was laughing at him.

“You’re such a wimp sometimes,” he said, chuckling a bit.

“I’m not a wimp!” Eli fought “I’m studying to be a doctor!”

Sawyer stuck his tongue out at him and went back to texting someone on his phone.

Eli turned his attention back to Damien “that’s Sawyer” he said with a sigh, “anyway, what do you need. You didn’t cheat on someone this time did you?”

Damien shook his head “I’d never do that. I need a bouquet that means I think I’m in love with you.”

Eli froze, eyes wide with shock because, for some reason, he knew that was pointed at him. Maybe it was the blush on Damien’s cheeks or the shifting of Damien’s brown eyes.

“Well um…” he smiled at the boy in front of him “Well roses obviously stand for love, but begonia’s stand for deep thinking. Those two together could mean that you... y’know. Think you love someone.”

Damien smiled “well that sounds perfect to me,” He said sweetly.

Eli kept his eyes on Damien as he stepped out from behind the counter.

“Who are the flowers for?” he asked innocently, walking over to where the store had roses.

Damien grinned his beautiful grin “You’ll see Eli.”

Eli had grabbed three flowers but he turned to Damien “Eli? I thought I was flower boy” he said with mock offense.

Damien chuckled softly “Shut up flower boy.”

Soon enough Eli had gathered the flowers and he handed them over to Damien to wrap. “You’re good at it” he had said to which Sawyer called him a bitch for not trusting him to do it. He was getting awfully good at ruining cute moments.

Damien quickly wrapped the flowers up in red wrapping paper. He did it quickly but still managed to make it look pretty. Eli shoved him onto the other side of the counter.

“You have to pay this time,” he said with a small smirk.

Damien stuck out his bottom lip, “you’re so mean to me.”

Eli rolled his eyes as an idea popped into his head. He stuck a price barcode sticker onto the flower bouquet and scanned it.

“That’s going to be 13 dollars and a kiss,” he said cooly looking up.

Damien looked shocked but hid it quickly. “A price is a price” he replied, setting thirteen dollars on the counter. Then, in what seemed like without a second thought, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Eli’s lips to which Eli happily kissed back. They were at an awkward angle leaning over the counter, but neither of them seemed to mind. Eli easily fixed it by making them meet in the middle. Damien was the one to break it.

“I think I’m all paid up then,” he said, picking up the flowers, “they’re are for you by the way,” he said. Damien put the flowers in front of Eli once again. Eli picked them up. “Thank you,” he said.

Damien nodded and kissed Eli one last time. “I’ve gotta go. Call me when you’re done working flower boy.” Damien winked before turning around and leaving the flower shop.

As the door swung shut, Sawyer spoke up. “What the hell just happened?” he said aloud.

Eli looked over at Sawyer and felt blood rush to his cheeks

Sawyer looked at the door and then to Eli, his platinum hair swishing with each dramatic turn of his head. “That was the smoothest shit I’ve seen.” he muttered, “You’re supposed to be an awkward baby!”

Eli laughed at Sawyer’s confusion, embarrassment fading away. He didn’t need to feel embarrassed about Damien, not now, not ever.

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Girls are doing all the fellows Jobs

Possible trigger warnings: None (if there are any, notify me)

This story was written for a school prompt, but just so you know, these two girls eventually date! I couldn’t write it because I go to a catholic school.

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The lab around me bustled with excited people. A scientist I knew by the name of Dr.Nunn was bouncing on his heels as he ran up to me. The smile never left his face as he studied what I was wearing.

“Oh, gee Sarah,” he said excitedly “this is really happening!” I felt a tug on my hair and looked behind me to see Amanda, the girl in charge of time traveling outfits. She smiled shyly “Sorry, Ms.Harlow,” she said quietly before turning her attention away from me and going back to work on my hair. I just rolled my eyes and looked at the scientist in front of me.

“Are you excited?” he asked with enthusiasm, “I mean why wouldn’t you be! You’re going back in time.” He chuckled to himself and looked at his clipboard, “Well anyway, I’m here to talk to you about staying in character and such.” I internally scoffed. I’d been studying for this role for a year by now. In 2019, Dr.Nunn approached me about a project he was working on. In 1918 there was a flu pandemic and he wanted to do further research on it. So, of course, he came to the conclusion that time travel was his best option. He offered such a generous amount of money, I couldn’t turn him down even after he told me the risks. To this day he still has the same jittery excitement from the first day he approached me. At this point, I assume it’s natural or he just really likes his job. Recently, however, the objective of our time travel mission changed. Ever since the coronavirus started taking over the world, Anderson labs have been at nonstop work trying to fix it. After numerous meetings with the world’s leaders, it was determined that we needed to give the people of the past the closest thing we have to a cure. Common sense and self-isolation. Dr.Nunn calls it something more professional, but I’m just an actress, I don’t need every single detail. I mean I might need every detail legally but personally, I don’t see the need.

“Alright, Sarah. Do you have your alias ready?” Dr. Nunn asked, retrieving a pen from his pocket. Alias? I looked at him with an expression that reflected my confusion. He wanted me to have an alias. Why couldn’t I just go by Sarah? “An alias,” Dr.Nunn repeated clicking his pen, “the one I asked you for three weeks ago.”

Did he ask me for an alias? I asked myself If so when?

The blonde researcher in front of me sighed heavily. “Damnit, Sarah. How about Mildred White? Mildred was a common name back then” he asked me. I cringed. Mildred? Was that a real name? I refused to be called Mildred when speaking to a government official from 1918. No, no anything else would be better than Mildred.

I shook my head, “God no,” I said in disgust “The last name is fine just” I took a deep breath no wanting to say the name “The last name is fine just...Mildred?”

Dr. Nunn shook his head slightly and sighed heavily. He now looked tired, maybe annoyed. “Well maybe if you came up with alias like I told you I wouldn’t have been on the table,” he rolled his eyes “Dorothy”

I considered this name. Dorothy? It was significantly better than Mildred that was for sure but there was one problem. I did not look like a Dorothy! From my long red hair to my brown eyes, I didn’t look like a Dorothy. Even in my 1918 get up, I couldn’t imagine myself as a Dorothy.

“Amanda?” I asked my stylist, “Who do I look like more? A Mildred or a Dorothy.” Amanda looked away from one of my curlers. “Well miss,” she started, “I think you can be whoever you want,” she said sweetly. Cute? Yes. What I needed? No.

“Amanda that’s not what I asked. Now tell me which name fits better.”

Amanda sighed heavily “I think Mildred works just fine,” she said quietly before turning his attention away. I looked at the intelligent man in front of me “I guess Mildred it is Dr.Nunn,” I said with slight distaste. Dr.Nunn sighed “Just call me Elijah. I’m tired of being called Doctor. Doctor this, doctor that. When can a guy get a break!” He scribbled what I assumed was my alias into his clipboard, not his internal struggle with having a Ph.D. and brilliant mind.

I smiled at him nonetheless “Well, Eli I think I’ll be fine in character. Will I have an earpiece?” I asked as Amanda stepped in front of me holding a tube of bright red lipstick I could’ve easily applied myself. Of course, I wasn’t going to do that. The professionals were there for a reason. We all had our job to do.

“Well duh,” Eli replied, “We might need to feed you lines or help you get back to the present day. Don’t be dumb Sarah.” he ran his fingers through his hair nervously, “I just hope they’ll connect.”

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I hated having wires connected to me. They were always connected in odd ways and made me feel like I was chained down. But when it came to time travel, something felt empowering about the wires and things that had been connected from my head to my toes. Even my fingers had these weird clips. They were all in place for my safety of course. You couldn’t just travel to the past. Going back in time all the way has to take every part of you, even your toes. I’ve been told that if something goes wrong, I’ll be in serious trouble. The first person they ever sent to time travel was a man named Jude Freeweather and when he came back they found that he had gone insane.

So, needless to say, I was nervous.

I brushed down the fabric of my dress and looked over at Dr.Nunn. He smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. Eli was tapped on the shoulder by the Lab’s head scientist, Dr. Carson Anderson. Dr.Anderson was overlooking the project because, at this point, it could be a vital part of saving thousands of people. Sure, that wouldn’t help our modern-day overpopulation problem, but it might keep the people I care about most. Eli finished his conversation with the lab’s head scientist with a nod and walked over to me.

“Hi, Sarah,” he said sweetly though there was a hint of nervousness in his voice, “I’ve gotta give you a rundown of how you’re going to be getting back.”He then showed me a leather pouch “in here there’s a patch with a needle on it that you need to put right in the crease of your arm” he flexed his arm and pointed at the space where his arm bent. His elbow. “This should keep everything intact on your way back. You have wires and things under your dress too. All you need to do is give us the word and we’ll transport you back to 2020. Got that?” he asked handing out the pouch in his hand. It took it and slipped it into the pocket of my light pink dress. Ah, 1918. Where dresses with pockets weren’t a thing of legend. I wish I was there. With a jolt, I realized that I soon would be. Eli smiled at me.

“I believe in you, Sarah,” he said “you’re one kick-butt girl, so go kick the butt of this pandemic!” there were a few scattered cheers throughout the lab. Dr.Nunn blushed. He let out a deep breath and hugged me, “You’re going to do great.”

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1918 Washington D.C was not what I expected. I was hoping for lively music and bustling streets. Instead, I’m met with quiet roads where only old cars and taxis drive down the roads. I clear my throat in my oddly quiet surroundings. A woman rushes past me, scarf pulled tightly over her mouth. Her black hair is pinned behind her head. Even though she has her head looking straight at the ground, I know she knows her way around the city. So, I walk up to her.

“Excuse me miss,” I say, remembering to slip into my character. The things around me may be astonishing, but I have to keep my head on the final goal. The lady jumps a bit and looks over at me. “I was just wonderin’ if you could pint me in the direction of the nation’s capital?”

The lady puts her scarf down, “well, that’s where I’m headed right now” she said, “Jus’ follow me.” I nodded at her and smiled.

“My name is, Uhm,” I paused, there was no way I’m addressing myself as Mildred “Dorothy White.” I stuck out my hand to shake hers. She flinched.

“Now, we ain’t supposed to shakin’ hands,” she said, “and I’m gonna follow them rules ‘cause I ain’t lookin’ to get sick.” I put my hand down. Right. ��These here are tryin’ times Ms.White,” she said as she started walking again. I followed. “My name is Florence by the way,” she said looking over at me. She had golden-brown eyes and pale skin. “Florence Price. My husband used to work in the capitol building, but ever since the war, I’ve had to do his job fo’ him. Seems things ‘round here is runnin’ more smoothly. Women should do all the fellow’s jobs at this point.”

Oh, gee I thought to myself just you wait Florence. By the way, did I mention that Florence was a much better name than Dorothy?

We walked down the street and Florence aimlessly chattered. I didn’t want to say pointless chattering because I found it quite delightful. She told me about her life. Her husband, Arthur, was off fighting this what she called, “the great war. It’s gon’ end all them wars jus’ you wait Dorothy.”

I found it a bit sad because I knew that she was talking about the first world war. I made up some lie about a husband named Morris. I’d heard the name is a historical show and decided to use it. She said that she missed her husband dearly, but enjoyed working in the capitol.

“I mean I do miss him. It’s jus’ that workin’ here if fun! An’ it makes me feel important! Why are you going to the capitol buildin’ anyway? I ain’t ever seen you before.” she stopped in her tracks and turned to me, “you a spy?”

I chuckled and shook my head, “Naw. I’m lookin’ to talk to someone important. I’m thinkin’ I know how to stop this virus.”

Florence’s eyes widened, “Really? You mus’ be awfully smart” she said fixing her dark blue hat.

“Well, it ain’t that hard. You’ve just gotta stay apart. Close stores and office buildings. Work from home.” Florence gave me a suspicious look.

“How in the world is we supposed to work from home!” she cried “It ain’t like we got some fancy stuff so we can talk all day. I can’t afford no phone! Them things are expensive!” she let out a sigh “I can’t just stay home and bring people papers at the same time you know.”

I cringed at myself. I forgot they didn’t have any electricity. “Well, then y’all just don’t have to work.”

She glared at me “Not work? I love doin’ a fellows’ job, Dorothy. I ain’t lookin’ to go home and start sewin’ again. Bein’ in charge is fun.”

Then an idea popped into my head, “Florence you could jus’ rise up after this whole thing. Start a movement, convincin’ them government folk to let women have jobs.”

Florence’s face lit up, “That ain’t a bad idea Dorothy!” she looked over at me, grinning with a happiness I’d never seen before. She grabbed my arms, even though she protested touching me a few minutes ago. “Dorothy, I can pitch your idea!” she cried, “I can’t be sure they’ll let you in with none to question. I can go straight in there and tell them that we need to go home and stop workin’-”

“And that they need to work on medicine” I added quickly. Florence whacked my arm

“That too! You’re brilliant. And then once everythin’ is okay again, I can speak up. Get all my friends to join me! You’ll join me won’t you Dorothy?”

I gulped and nodded. This girl was so nice and I just had to go and lie straight to her face.

“Wonderful!’ she squealed, “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll tell you how it goes! Five chimes on the clock and I’m out.” She kissed my cheek, and with one last smile, was sprinting down the road.

I took a deep breath and looked around me. No one. So, I quickly pulled the leather pouch Eli gave me out of my pocket and put it in the crease of my arm. I pressed the button in the back of my earpiece to turn it on.

“I did it. Now get me home.”

There was noise on the other side of the earpiece, “So, soon. Way to go Sarah!” I could tell it was Eli. “transporting you back in three...two..one”

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A Year Redacted

Possible triggers: Death mentions/implied death, hysterics, panic, and not believing. They also call a person who’s in hysterics, insane.

See end of the post for inspirations

Word count: only 1,741

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The morning was just another day really. It didn’t start in shambles or with the universe collapsing. Eli had woken up grumpily and everything was blurry. He forgot why. Last night he was up studying a recent breakthrough on black holes. Maybe his vision was clouded by sleep. Hopefully, it would clear up soon. So, he stumbled blindly around his apartment until he stumbled into his roommate, Damien, who snorted.

“There you are!” He exclaimed “you left these on the bathroom counter,” he said holding out something. It was a blur of black lines. They almost looked like- oh. Glasses. They were his glasses. That was the missing piece. Eli had worn glasses for 16 years by now how could he have possibly forgotten. He felt overwhelmingly embarrassed as he put the glasses- his glasses and looked at Damien. He had a mildly amused expression on his face and his jet black hair stuck out at odd angles.

“What is it,” he asked, “you look confused. And I might add embarrassed, your cheeks red.”

Eli sighed and shook his head “I just,” a chuckle escaped his lips “is it dumb that I forgot that I wear glasses?”

“You forgot that you- Eli you’ve had those for-”

“Sixteen years. Yeah, Yeah I get it. No need to harass me,” Eli crossed his arms as Damien laughed at him

“You act like it’s the end of the world. You were probably just unreasonably tired, I saw you up at like 2 am” Eli’s roommate took a step past him, “you want some coffee? We can stop by Starbucks or someplace.”

“We have a coffee maker idiot.”

Damien waltzed into the kitchen and opened a cabinet. “So what? Everything is better when it’s not in this crappy apartment”. The black-haired man stood on the tip of his toes and grabbed a cereal box from the top shelf. Damien was short-ish, around 5’9, so he always wore platform shoes. They made him confident until someone commented on him. Obviously, he wasn’t wearing the shoes at 5 am seeing as he was still in his pajamas and pouring his milk before his cereal like a psychopath.

“I hate how you make cereal,” Eli commented, “you’re worse than a serial killer.”

“Eli, the Zodiac Killer wishes he were me”

Eli snorted and walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. “You do know that cereal is terrible for you right?”

Damien shrugged “That’s kinda the point. Maybe if I eat enough I’ll go into a coma. Lord knows I need to catch up on sleep.”

Eli couldn’t argue with that as he fished a handful of cereal out of the box and into his hand. He carefully tilted his head back and dumped cereal into his mouth. Damien made fake gagging noises. Eli only called it a “feast fit for a king” before he walked off to get ready for another, likely uneventful, day with the addition of Damien following him around as his mentee.

When Eli and Damien walked into the lab everything seemed okay. Nothing was out of place, besides one scientist who Eli knew as Eric Channing. The man had a brilliant mind and was usually calm and collected. Today was different. Eric ran about the lab talking to people, looking as if he were begging them to do something. Damien, who was following Eli around, nudged his shoulder.

“Is he okay?” he asked quietly, “He looks just about ready to break down.”

Eli observed Eric more. He was fidgeting and tugging on people’s arms with a look that Eli could only describe as pure fear. He was talking fast and his eyes were wide as saucers. Dr.Channing’s hair was sticking out at odd angles. He locked eyes with Eli across the room and ran over. He looked about ready to cry.

“Dr.Nunn!” He cried, grabbing both of Eli’s arms, “You have to listen to me,” he begged. Eli glanced over at Damien with worry, by the mentee only looked mildly amused. He looked back at Eric.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

Eric took a deep breath, “the world is going to end if we don’t stop our current time traveling project.” he said. A scientist walked by “sure it is buddy” he mumbled. Seems Eric really had gone to everybody. “If you go through with the current project you’ll get us all killed.” Eric continued as if he hadn’t heard, which judging by the desperation he probably didn’t. He was too caught up in his own story that he didn’t notice. “I know you’re close to Carson! You have-” He pushed on, but Damien interrupted.

“Eric, are you okay. Do you need a doctor?” he asked

Eric looked ready to explode. “I AM A DOCTOR!” he all but screamed. He looked over to Eli again, a silent prayer hidden in his eyes. “Elijah you have to believe me.” he got choked up, “I don’t want to die. Not like this.”

Eli didn’t know what to think. Eric looked so serious, but the world wasn’t going to end. He would’ve known.

“Eric, where did you hear this?” Eli asked, and Eric looked crushed. Before he could get upset and say Eli didn’t believe him he started speaking. “I need solid evidence. It’s literally a part of my job. How did you hear that? What’s going to happen?”

Eric’s brown eyes lit up a bit but the fear on his face never left. “It’s hard to explain, but I found that the required amount of energy we need is just too much. After doing some calculations I found that if we go through with this it will-”

“Cause a power shortage?” Damien guessed, “that’s not the end of the world”

“Would you shut up Mr.Lee!? It’s not just going to cause a shortage it’s going to destroy the universe!” A chill went up Eli’s spine as Eric continued. “Either it would cause a reaction like the Big Bang that would wipe us out in minutes! Maybe even seconds. Or it would completely obliterate time and space.”

Eli felt a trickle of sweat trail down the back of his collar. Fear was in his every muscle. That couldn’t be real. Damien of the other hand had an unreadable emotion on his face

“That’s not funny Eric,” He said seriously, “do your math again. People like Eli have been studying this stuff for years.”

A few tears fell down Eric’s face but he wiped them away. “You’re horrible,” he hissed, “I’ve spent just as long on this project.” he was looking to Eli once more, “you believe me right? I’m not crazy…right?”

Eli wanted to say that he wasn’t crazy, but Damien was right. Eli had spent six years on this project. He and his team couldn’t have forgotten about something as important as that.

“Eric,” he said gently, pulling his arms out of the young man’s grasp, “I think you need to see a psychiatrist, or maybe just catch some sleep.”

Eric broke down then and there. He sobbed and fell to the floor. Eli wanted to console him, but the head of the lab, Dr. Carson Anderson, said he would handle it, so Damien dragged Eli away.

The next day, Eric was at his desk when Eli walked into the office. He was calmly typing out something on his computer.

Damien gave Eric an odd look and whispered to Eli, “It looks like someone needed a nap.” Eli glared at him and elbowed him in the side.

When the time came for the lab’s time travel unit to be tested, they were holding the envelope they were going to send. Eli bounced around excitedly with his fellow scientists (and Damien) as final checks were made. Everything was going fine. And still, everyone seemed on edge. Eric’s words bounced around Eli’s head, “Either it would cause a reaction like the Big Bang, Or it would completely obliterate time and space.”

Speaking of the devil, Eric calmly walked into the room and handed a letter to Dr.Carson Anderson. It was in a neat envelope, with a fancy lab wax seal. Carson smiled at Eric and put a hand on his shoulder as he spoke to him. When Eric was done talking to Carson, he walked over to Eli, and Damien.

Eli tapped him on the shoulder as the head of the lab packaged the letter they were sending. Apparently it was being sent back in time. As odd as it was, no one dared doubt, Carson. After all, he was a genius. Eric hummed in acknowledgment of Eli.

“Are you feeling any better,” he asked, “you were kind of a wreck yesterday.”

Eric shrugged, looking at his feet, ‘I’ve learned to cope.”

As Dr.Carson put the envelope in the machine, Damien asked: “So, your calculations were incorrect?”

Dr.Channing shook his head solemnly “No. We’re all going to die”. His voice was scarily calm and Eli felt himself shiver. “The letter they’re sending isn’t the one they wanted me to write. It’s a letter to the past. Kind of like a suicide letter, maybe a letter of mass homicide. It depends on how you look at it really.”

Eli was definitely shaking. From head to toe.

“I ran my numbers. Again and again. Nothing I did was wrong,” he looked at Eli and Damien with a dead stare. How ironic. “I’ve learned to accept it. Maybe if you believed me, you would have too.”

Damien put his hand on Eli’s shoulder as a comforting gesture. He could tell how utterly terrified Eli felt.

“We’re not going to die,” he whispered, “he’s just insane.” This didn’t help Eli’s nerves. He felt like crying. Was this how Eric felt.

Carson put his hand on the lever and started a countdown from ten with a broad smile.

Ten

Eli turned to Damien and shook his head, “I can’t do this.” he whispered

Eight

Damien quickly realized that if Eli was scared, he was bound to get scared too. Now was the moment

Six

Eric shook his head and checked his watch.

Four

Eli hugged Damien and buried his face in his jacket as the crowd of scientists got to three. “You’re my best friend, I love you,” He said, just loud enough for Damien to hear.

Two

Damien hugged him back tightly. “Eli I,-”

There was no time for anything else.

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That’s my story, inspired by a school prompt. Here’s the newsletter I was given. This is what Eric sent to the past as a warning.

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A Walking Nightmare

New year, new story. Here's a story with my treasured ocs. I haven’t checked this because god said I should and I won’t let him do that

Possible triggers: death, gore, end of the world/apocalypse, food, starvation (not self-inflicted)

The guy looked like death. Sawyer wouldn’t deny that in a million years. Then again nowadays everyone looked like death. Still, Sawyer stood by what he said. Everyone Sawyer knew looked like death but this kid took it to a new level. He was primarily nothing but skin and bone and his skin was caked in a thin layer of dirt. Now, with only 10 years of education under his belt, Sawyer was sure of one thing. This strangely cute but mangled boy wasn’t gonna make it to next week if he didn’t get either medical attention or at the very least some food. Luckily Sawyer had a solid balance. Elliot was in med school before the infection that swept America was leaked and boy oh boy did Carson get them some food after his last raid. They’d be good for months as far as he was concerned. What was the harm in bringing in another boy?

Though, Sawyer was sure he shouldn’t have been thinking at that moment because the boy who was seemingly ripped to shreds was now holding a knife up to him.

“How did you find this place?” he hissed through gritted teeth. The boy’s voice was raspy but didn’t pack a lot of punch. It was slightly gruff though it was clear he rarely spoke. The boy had an accent. A small one but it stood out to Sawyer none the less.

Sawyer only aimed his breath up at his wavy pink locks to blow a strand of hair out of his eye

“I’m a scavenger idiot” Sawyer responded sassily.

Cute quiet nightmare chuckled darkly

“A dang good one I suppose?” he questioned.

Sawyer nodded “I would bet I’m the best one there is,” he lied through his teeth “Of course, there’s no evidence to back that up considering,” he cleared his throat “our situation”

The boy lowered his sharp blade. It didn’t glimmer like most knives. It wasn’t clean and had ruby red bloodstains along the blade and small stains on the hilt. Sawyer added a new dagger to the mental list of essentials for this mysterious survivor. He made sure this boy saw him looking at his knife

“Come with me and I can give you a new knife and some clean clothes” he offered “hell I’ll give you the hoodie I’m wearing.”

The boy peered at Sawyer doubtfully. Like he couldn’t decide if he should trust him or gouge his eyes out of their sockets. He had a fire raging behind his eyes though. A hunger that told Sawyer he was not a person to be messed with, but Sawyer couldn’t bring himself to care

“Listen, you’re cute and all,” he started “and I happen to have a keen eye. I can see the hunger behind your eyes” Sawyer felt himself smirk as the boy looked on in confusion “but you’ve gotta at least take me out to dinner before I consider doing any of that with you”

The boy shoved him away from him as Sawyer’s laughs came out like a bray. His face was flushed

“Alright!” he cried with a fixated glare to Sawyer “I can tell you’re nothing but a threat to my pride” he mumbled, which only earned a snort from Sawyer.

“What’s your name,” Sawyer asked, “if I am no longer a threat then I would hope we can get along.” The boy rolled his eyes but obliged to Sawyer’s simple request.

“My friends call..called me Radio. If you want to be my friend I guess you can call me that. I’m gonna call you princess bubblegum”

Sawyer’s entire face lit up “I’d be honored!” he exclaimed throwing a hand over his heart fondly. After a beat, he looked at his newfound friend “What kind of name it Radio?”

Radio crossed his arms and looked at Sawyer “I helped my dad fix radios. It’s nothing special” he explained looking at his feet. It was like the memory caused him pain, which, if Sawyer thought about it, made sense. Once tragedy struck, memories of your previous happy life stung. To Sawyer, they felt like a stab to the heart. That is exactly why he chose to bury his emotions deep down to the tips of his toes.

A scream echoed in the streets above them and Sawyer frowned “Well if you’re going to be my new best friend-”

“Who said anything about best friends” Radio interjected

Sawyer ignored him “I should introduce you to my family” The skinny boy in front of Sawyer looked shocked

“You have a family?’

“No. By family I mean people I’ve teamed up with. You can’t really survive out here alone”

Radio thought about that, and while he did Sawyer took it upon himself to look around. This kid’s living accommodations were not good. Wallpaper was peeling and it was awfully dark. Sure they had lost electricity a while ago but it looked like the only light in the room was coming from a small window. There was no decor, only plain peeling walls. It was honestly depressing. There was no personality to place. It wasn’t a home, it was more like a prison.

Sawyer twirled around on his heels “how ‘bout we get you out of here Radio” he offered “I’ve got shelter, running water, food, and friends”

Radio stared blankly at him. It reminded Sawyer of one of the horrid creatures roaming the streets above them. Not only was Radio small and frail, but he also looked awfully sad. The boy looked at his feet for a moment

“Yeah, alright. I’ve got nothing better to do” he obliged, grabbing a backpack that was leaning against a wall “I’ll just waste away in here anyway. I’d hate to eat you as a zombie, especially since I haven’t gotten to take you out to dinner yet”

Sawyer flinched at the mention of zombies and being killed by one, though he knew it was the brutal truth. If Radio died here he would just waste away and eventually rise to join the undead army. It wasn’t always this way. It started with people contracting the Black Plague up in Canada and scientists trying to fix it. In the end, there was an outbreak at the lab. The disease samples paired with the lab’s chemicals created an unstoppable force. This being said, Sawyer was still optimistic. He offered a soft smile and extended his hand to Radio

“Let’s get a move on. Those walkers will be here any minute,” Sawyer said. Then something sawyer wasn’t expecting, happened. Radio grabbed Sawyer’s extended hand timidly. He could feel Radio’s hand shaking in his own but it wasn’t apparent on his face that anything was wrong. He ruled out the fact that nothing was wrong and settled on the fact that the kid must have been a really good actor.

Sawyer’s boots made soft stomping sounds as he walked across the room to the ladder “I’ll go first.” he offered “there could be something out there”

Radio rolled his eyes and let go of Sawyer’s hand, pushing past him “I’ve been on my own for two years-”

“This whole thing has been happening for four years” Sawyer interjected and Radio’s shoulders stiffened

“Fine then. Four years. My point still stands. I’ve been on my own for four years I can handle a few zombies. It’s why I wear steel-toed boots”

Radio hauled himself up the ladder and peaked his head over. He looked around before slipping up into the rotting streets of New York City

Sawyer was treading carefully as he walked, not wanted to arouse anything around. To keep the beings in the shadows where they were. Radio was twirling his knife around his finger and at some point had tied a red and white bandana around his face

“What’s the bandana for?” Sawyer had asked only to have Radio hiss at him to shut up. It was fair though. Rousing the walkers wouldn’t be fun.

Speaking of walkers one stumbled out of a dark alleyway stupidly. As it hobbled along the street with flaying skin its dead eyes found Radio. It made a strange gurgling sound of interest and started limping over to them. Sawyer stepped in front of Radio as it got closer

“Bubble gum I can defend myself” he argued, but Sawyer wasn’t going to stand down. He pulled a gun from his pocket and Radio snatched it from his hands “are you dumb! You can’t go around firing a gun at a zombie! It’s like a food bell to them!”

“What else am I suppose to use” he hissed

Radio rolled his eyes and set the gun on the concrete. He then pulled a knife out from his pocket, this one considerably cleaner than the one Radio threatened him with earlier.

“Use this,” he said, placing the blade in Sawyer’s palm and closing his fingers around it

Sawyer looked at the blade. “Thank you I-” he started but Radio quickly shoved him out of the way and dug the blade of his own knife into the eye socket of the walker Sawyer was attempting to protect him from. He tilted the knife up and the walker made a gurgled sound before falling to cold concrete. Radio pressed his boot to the head of the walker and put down pressure until- CRACK- the skull had collapsed and the walker was clearly not going to get back up. At the sickening crunching noise of the skull, Sawyer felt nauseated. He pushed himself onto his feet and then looked over at Radio to see the crushed skull. He felt like throwing up, so that’s what he did. Right onto Radio’s shoes.

Sawyer whimpered and looked up at Radio, stumbling back “I’m so sorry” was the first thing that left his lips. There was a sour taste in his mouth and he snuffled, wiping at his watery eyes. It was becoming increasingly obvious that they viewed the walkers extremely differently.

Radio shook his head “You’re um” he kicked his foot away from either of them to get the puke off his foot

“You’re fine bubblegum. I did the same thing the first time I killed a zombie” he confessed “but I’m guessing you’ve killed them before,” Radio assumed “you’re armed”

Sawyer brushed his sleeve across his mouth “I have before. I don’t like doing it but I do. It’s just you..you crushed his head like it was nothing,” he whimpered

“Well, it was going to kill you if I didn’t do anything. Let’s get going it’s cold” Radio changed the topic and nodded in the direction they were originally heading

Sawyer just nodded softly and grabbed Radio’s hand so he wouldn’t get tugged away without being noticed “We’re nearly home” he muttered, picking up his face. He might’ve been just above the average height but wanted to hurry, even if that meant taking longer strides the usual.

Sawyer pressed his hand to a scanned on a hidden gate. They had made a small hike through the woods to the tall metal gate.

“Who is it?” he voice asked through the mic. His voice was low but it was apparent the guy speaking had a smirk on his face.

Sawyer sighed and looked at Radio “That would be Carson.” he faced the scanner again which had a small camera “It’s Sawyer you idiot,” he said.

The voice on the other end scoffed “I wasn’t talking to you. What have I told you about hook-ups during the apocalypse?”

Sawyer squeaked and his face flushed. Radio was snickering behind his bandana.

“It’s not like that!” he cried “I’m saving him!”

Radio raised his eyebrows “I didn’t need saving” he added “he just offered me better shelter”

There was a beeping sound through the speaker

“Fine fine. Well dad man Elliot is making tacos” he said before seemingly leaving

The doors squeaked open and Sawyer and Radio walked in. The streets were damp as everywhere else was. Behind the gates was a grand house that stood tall. It was almost as if someone had prepared for the end of the world. Like a survivalist. The metal doors clanged shut as Sawyer pulled a key from his pocket. He shoved it into the keyhole and turned it. The door clicked and Sawyer opened the door. Radio was following close by his side.

To his right, there was a staircase and left of the staircase was a hallway that led to a living room. To the far left of the foyer was an office that seemed unoccupied and to the far-right led to a dining room.

Out of the blue, there was scuttling down the stairs. A boy with long wavy brown hair, black glasses, and blue eyes looked at Radio. He was skinny, but a different skinny compared to Radio. He was healthy, Radio was starving and living off rations. He smiled and charged at Sawyer, wrapping his arms around him

“You were gone for quite a few hours. I was worried” he mumbled. Sawyer sighed and patted his back

“I’m sorry,” Sawyer apologized “we just ran into some trouble is all”

Radio shuffled awkwardly on his feet as Sawyer and the brunette spoke. The brunette gripped Sawyer’s shoulder and Radio felt a pang of jealously. The stranger smiled “So Elliot was looking through the stuff I got and found spaghetti. So we aren’t doing tacos anymore, but we’ll see. Hopefully, he won’t burn it” Sawyer laughed. He looked over at Radio, whispered something into Sawyer’s ear and smiled at Radio.

“Hey,” he greeted and stuck out his hand, stepping around Sawyer “I’m Carson Anderson”

Radio took his Carson’s hand into hi down and shook it quickly before letting go “Radio”

Carson raised an eyebrow “Radio…”

“Well, that’s private information. My real name and my last”

Carson rolled his eyes “Fine then.” He looked him up and down “You need some new clothes” he commented quietly, more talking to himself. Radio’s stomach growled “and maybe some food.” Carson turned around to face Sawyer and relayed this information to him. Sawyer nodded and faced Radio

“We should get you settled in. Maybe some new clothes, a shower?” he offered. Radio felt his face heat up from embarrassment. He hadn’t realized how poorly he was presenting himself.

“I’d like that,” he said sheepishly. Sawyer nodded and grabbed Radio’s hand, dragging him up the stairs. Radio took one last moment to look over and seen Carson with a smirk looking at them before he was pulled out of view.

Radio peeked his head out of the bathroom to see if anyone was in the room. The bathroom was connected to Sawyer’s bedroom so he felt inclined to check. Sawyer looked up from the bed.

“Need something?” he asked “We have plenty of stuff”

Radio shook his head “No um” He sighed “Do you have a jacket or hoodie?” he asked

Sawyer stood up and opened a drawer “not in the room, but you can have mine. Unless you wanna wear my other blue one”

Radio smiled softly at him “Thank you, you’re a lifesaver bubblegum”

Sawyer smiled back at him and walked out of the room. When the door closed with a small click Radio slipped out of the bathroom and felt himself fall onto the bed. The closes Sawyer gave him were the nicest he had in a long while. They were clean and soft. It had been years since he felt like he could sleep soundly since the apocalypse started. It all started in his living room. The day was normal and quiet as many days in August happened to be when there was a banging at his door. His mother put down her cards from their card game and answered. “Caio!” she had greeted before screaming at the top of her lungs. That was the day it started. August 16th. Things hadn’t gotten better since then though. He ran to a friend’s house after that, and they had been inseparable. Until she died that is. Since then Radio had learned not to trust anyone. He found it hard at first but it soon became easy. It was as simple as seeing someone and turning the other way instead of running for help. It became even easier when everyone left learned the same thing. Even if the human race was going extinct it didn’t stop people from forming gangs, killing each other, and all-around acting like maniacs. These were the things that Radio didn’t like to think about, especially before bed. Who knew the apocalypse and his impending doom would keep him awake at night?

The door creaked open and Radio looked over. Sawyer walked into the room with a plate and dark blue hoodie

“Dinner might be a minute. Elliot caught half of the pasta on fire” he chuckled “no, I don’t know how he did it. Though that’s what Carson told me”

Radio took the hoodie from Sawyer’d hands and pulled on it on. He smiled at him “Thank you so much” he said truthfully “I can cook for you guys. I’m Italian and my mom_

Sawyer just shook his head “You need to sleep Radio. Maybe tomorrow?”

Radio sighed “Fine but I will not let this Elliot guy disgrace pasta ever again”

Sawyer chuckled softly “Don’t let me cook ever” he warned “I’ve burnt toast and nearly burnt your toast” he said handing Radio the plate he waked in with

Radio laughed at him and gratefully took the toast that Sawyer offered and took a bite of it. He smiled at Sawyer who happily returned it.

“Anyway, I’m going to help Elliot our non-chef make something edible. Come down when you want” Sawyer said before bounding out of the room and closing the door.

Radio took a deep breath. As much as he enjoyed the company that he was given and the shelter, he knew he couldn’t stay. He could, but Raffaello ‘Radio” De Luca worked alone. Being cooped up in a house for too long would tear him apart bit by bit and he knew that. But he decided that he would enjoy it while he could still handle it all. Sawyer seemed content, yet free-spirited. He was roaming alone when he found Radio even though he seemed to have a good support system.

As skinny as Carson was he intimidated Radio ever so slightly. Whether it was his height or the fact that he had survived four years of the apocalypse easily. Or looked as if he was handling it well. Radio finished his toast and rolled onto his back to continue thinking. It was clear that the boys in this house knew how to survive. The first thing he thought of that could possibly teach survival was boy scouts. Was sawyer a boy scout? Carson maybe? It suddenly dawned on him that boy scouts didn’t teach apocalypse survival, but wilderness survival. Even so, it didn’t stop him from smiling at the image of Sawyer in a boy scouts vest. Speaking of Sawyer, Radio thought he was nice. Sassy, but still all around a sweet guy. His hair was cute and wavy and his eyes a deep chocolate brown. He had a bit of a retro vibe to him between his tucked-in shirt and bleached and cuffed jeans. Even if he was cute Radio didn’t want to find himself falling for him. It was the apocalypse and people died every day and he knew he would be taken eventually.

That was the part that scared him the most. Death. Once he died he would, one day, become one of the monsters on the street. Hopefully, though, he would get his skull crushed first thing. One thing he knew more than anyone was the feeling of being trapped and he didn’t think he could handle the idea of being trapped in his own bloodthirsty corpse he couldn’t control anymore.

Radio ran his fingers through his still slightly wet hair. It felt nice to not be caked in dirt. It was his first real shower in years. He had soap products, buckets of water, and the rain to keep him semi-clean but, nothing compared to the feeling of hot water hitting your skin and the smell of floral shampoo. He was surprised at how much they really had. Sure, things were told and battered but they still worked. Radio had done some snooping around the closet had a full shelf filled with shampoo and body wash. He already liked it here an awful lot.

A beam of light was cast across Radio’s face and looked over to see a blonde-haired boy standing in the hallway holding a lantern. Radio hadn’t realized how dark the room was until blondy had come in with a light source.

“Hi,” the boy greeted quietly. His voice was soft and smooth “, dinner is ready and as the mom friend I can’t let someone as skinny as Sawyer has said skip it”

Radio said straight up very quickly. More food? Sawyer has already mentioned dinner but now that he really thought about it his stomach growled. He thought it was quiet but it was loud enough for the blonde boy to hear. He chuckled “C’mon kid,” he said with a gesture for Radio to follow “I’m Elliot. You can trust me. Also, get some socks on. It’s cold in the house”

Radio didn.t have any socks but he hoped sawyer wouldn’t him stealing some of his. He bounced over to the dresser and pulled out the first pair of socks he could find. They were light blue with avocados on them. Radio laughed a bit before shoving his feet into the soft fabric of the socks. By this point, Elliot had taken it upon himself to come into the room. He seemed very nice. Calm, collected and mature. Radio was glad to see that. He needed some form of guidance in his life and Elliot seemed like someone he could go to for that. He was also starting to get the feeling he was the youngest.

Radio pushed himself up from the wooden floors and faced Elliot. “What are we having?” he asked

Elliot beamed at him for some odd reason “Spaghetti!” he said cheerfully “Sawyer ended up helping me because I’m a terrible cook. All of us are but with our powers combined we make..we make an okay chef”

Radio chuckled at him “I guess that’s what I can contribute to this place then. My mama taught me too cook”

Elliot stood up “Perfect’ he said, smile never fading “but for now you’ll have to put up with me slightly overcooked spaghetti”

Radio shook his head “I haven’t eaten a solid meal that wasn’t heated up or from a can in a few years. Your undercooked pasta sounds like heaven to me.”

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