noahrussell

[noahrussell]

caseyrussell​:

Casey sits down next to his brother and it's as if any residual tension that he usually carries with him to events like this leaves his shoulders in an instant. Knowing that sitting with Noah always comes with a proverbial ability to exhale - the kind of acceptance that comes hand in hand for the three Russell boys no matter the reason for them gathering. "Mm... like a solid 7/10 on 'em, I'd say. Spike my drink and I might just put you up to an eight, ooooh," he extends out his hands, waving them slightly in the air as if to add a sense of dazzle to the motion as a light laugh leaves his mouth.

"'Sides I've been an innocent, sweet, cherubic boy all evening, Noah. Saintly, some may say. Saving all my love for Mr. Holly at the end of the night, y'know... going for the big guns." Casey snorts, nose crinkling at the image he's managed to conjure up. Not that David Holly didn't have some redeeming qualities in Casey's mind - that salt and pepper hair? Ooft... - it was just that out of a room of potential kisses, there was only one person he was interested in getting under the mistletoe... and he's enough of a realist to know there's no chance of that happening in public. "How 'bout you? You been mingling?"

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Noah couldn’t help appreciating these moments. The one’s where he could visibly see his brothers shoulders relax. Moments when he didn’t seem quite so wrapped up in his internship or who he was needing to impress. When he just got to be the Casey Noah had always known. His smirk grew across his face when his brother offered him a 7/10. Surely he couldn’t have missed that many could he? “Ah but of course. How could I have been so foolish. I imagine you’d wanna wait for that drink spiking until we get home. For a rich person party, the alcohol they’re serving tonight kind of sucks. Not that I don’t appreciate the night off, but they really should have had us cater.” Noah said proudly nudging his brother in the process. As if David Holly would ever consider asking The Pit for help. 

“Cherubic even? Who are you and what have you done with my brother? On his best behavior and everything.” Noah mused, eyes scanning the room until they landed on Holly himself. A man, that forever rubbed Noah the wrong way no matter how much he wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all he was funding his little project wasn’t he? But the way he seemed to treat Donny? Reminded him a bit too closely of his own upbringing for comfort. Although when he thought about it long and hard enough, he decided that Holly likely wasn’t the only cause of his brothers refrain from his old heartbreaking ways. “I mean... I’ve done my part. I hung out with Donny for a bit. I sat in the backyard and... you know. Looked at people. How much more mingling could I be expected to do?” 

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caseyrussell​:

who: @noahrussell what: i consider this a little russell renunion even if they’ve probably spent the entire day together anyway lmao where: in the backyard of the holly party!

These things were well rehearsed. Years of having to go to social events and Casey accepting party invites and towing Noah allowing with him with a chipper grin and a twinkle in his eye. All the while knowing that somewhere over the course of the evening, Noah would inevitably sneak off from the crowd. Tonight seems to be no exception, as Casey rounds the corner of the house and finds the familiar head of tussled brown hair that often seems to become the only person in the world he can bear to be around. Tonight is no exception. “C'mon. Budge up.” Casey gestures, hand jutting out from where it’d been previously stuffed in his pocket to gesture Noah to move over. A small smile dances across his lips, “s'posed to respect your elders around Christmas.” Not exactly true but it wasn’t the first Christmas lie that had ever slipped past Casey’s lips. ‘Santa has a rule that the youngest in the family has to give all their older siblings at least five bucks’ being the absolute pinnacle of Christmas pranks he’d tried to get Ronnie on board with. “Sides I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.”

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Noah had to assume that his hiding was only going to last him so long. It wasn’t like there were that many people he had an interest in socializing with and as far as he was concerned he’d found like half of them over the course of the evening. However there was one individual that he’d yet to run into and he knew it was only a matter of time before that person found him instead. Yes, it was in fact that person he’d come with in the first place, his very own brother. A sly smile crept onto his face as Casey made eye contact with him though he tried to hide it as he scooted himself over to make room. Sure parties weren’t usually his thing, but he had to admit he was glad to see him. “But of course. Gotta respect your elders, pay ‘em $5 and spike Santa’s milk with whatever you’re tall enough to reach. How am I doing on Christmas rules?” Noah asked, nudging his brother playfully as he pocketed the notebook that had been sitting open in his lap. “That’s because I try to avoid the image of whatever you may or may not be doing under the mistletoe all night. How’s the schmoozing been going?” 

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roryjackson​:

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Rory wasn’t even consciously aware that she was looking for someone, right up until the moment her eyes met Noah’s. At which point, of course, she realized she found him. “Hey,” she smiled softly, squeezing his hand in greeting. Something about his gaze still made her a little shy, heat rising to her cheeks under his scrutiny. “See that was your first mistake. Hot chocolate is far superior to eggnog. Like, what is nog, anyways?” It was only half a joke, because seriously what the hell is a nog? And why are we putting eggs in it, anyways? She stepped a little further into his space, already nodding before he’d even finished his question. “That sounds perfect.” Her social battery was draining fast, already depleted from the small talk she’d made with various adults at the party while she waited a for a socially acceptable amount of time to have passed so she could run off for whatever shenanigans she was sure they’d all be getting into later. A private moment with Noah sounded like just the thing to give her a little boost to make it through the evening. “Just as long as we don’t let my uncle catch us. He keeps dragging me into conversations.” Her tone was meant to sound annoyed, but it was someone ruined by the fond expression on her face as she glanced over to where Rocky Jackson was laughing across the room. Rory looked back to Noah, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Where’d you have in mind?” 

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It was hard not to look at Rory without all the fondness in the world seeping out of him. Like it was his first time really seeing her every time. He’d never been big into the holidays before her. In fact most aspects of his life had seemed like dull muted colors. He lived in between the pages of his notebooks and related holidays with memories too painful to conjure up now. Even his birthday had left much to be desired after the incident with the football team, save perhaps the late night hours he’d spent curled up beside her afterwards. It was amazing how she’d come around and changed all of that. How any moment with Rory brought with it bursts of colors and joy. Made withstanding the cringe of the Holly’s holiday party that much more bearable. In fact he’d have gone as far as to say there was even a part of the night he was kind of looking forward to. The time spent with her, maybe even presenting her with the gift he’d so carefully picked out. Only time would tell. “I mean now I can confidently say that I believe that. I don’t think anything could have saved whatever the hell nog is.” He teased as he welcomed her into his space. His fingers tangling and lightly brushing against hers as he took a moment to look around for a place he could take her where they could find a moment of peace. “Alright so mission, grab us some hot chocolate and sneak into the Holly’s game room without Rocky noticing is a go. I think we can make that happen.” He said with an easy smile as he looked around to spot Rocky to see exactly who they needed to avoid. “Follow me.” He started as he not so smoothly crouched down and started pulling her along behind him through the crowd. 

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donnyholly​:

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Holly-thrown gatherings always felt so… inauthentic. Not that Donny would expect anything less from his parents – they had written the book on facades. And that book read well for most folks! Most folks didn’t see through David’s speech! Hell, maybe even David didn’t… But they didn’t throw it because everyone was family, they threw it to schmooze.  For that, Donny found himself beginning each night on the sidelines. He was not so much working up the courage to interact ( even if he preferred alone time, he was perfectly comfortable talking to others in the right setting ), rather working to let go of the chuckle that was the Holly family. That was the H.A.H.  But a familiar voice rang out ( and not familiar in the way that Harvard Hargrove II might be ) and he snapped to attention, slight smile forming when he saw who it was. Oh, saving grace! With a friendly wave, he made his way through the sparse crowd and over to Noah. “Noah! It’s nice to see you, man.” Taking a seat beside him, he shrugged his shoulders. A hint of a joke, he replied, “My dad has to have his moment to shine and all.” His dad’s everyday life! And as if Donny, of all sons, was capable of snuffing it. “So, have you been enjoying it?”

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Donny Holly. Of all the people in their friend group, it was kind of hard not to find the most kinship in him. Sure Noah was the furthest thing from bursting with funds and didn’t live in a big fancy house, and had literally no hand in the H.A.H who seemed to have their hands in just about everything that went on around town. But they were both the youngest brother, both seemed to be the type to live their life on the sidelines, and well.. there was just something about him that made him easy to like. It didn’t happen often for him and he appreciated it. 

“Nice to see you too. The place looks immaculate as per usual.” He teased as though Donny would have had anything to do with it. Noah could only assume that they probably paid people to make it look the way it did. “I was just thinking, it can’t possibly be Christmas yet without a speech from the infamous David Holly. I’m kinda surprised he didn’t have your brother up there with him singing and dancing.” He added before taking another sip from his drink. “I mean you know me, parties aren’t really my thing but everyone seems to be having a nice time so I’d take that as a win.” 

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freeserburnn​:

ᴡʜᴏ: @noahrussell ᴡʜᴀᴛ: pals bein’ besties aka peach is one starter in and already sucking at this ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: the holly xmas party!

“Drink this.” The cup shoved into Noah’s hands in place of a formal greeting. “You’re the bartender.” Admittedly, not the one that made this drink, but the sentiment still stood in Freyja’s mind. “I think it sucks, but I want your professional opinion.” Or perhaps it was more a case of misery loving company. “I mention that I think eggnog is disgusting. Tell me why David H’s first reaction is to dump tequila in there.” Tequila way too cheap for his social status, by the way. If rich people were going to spike the drink Freyja intended to carry around for the entire night in an attempt to look less out of place, they could at least spring for the good stuff. The ones she always heard the snobs carrying on about how ‘it doesn’t even taste like alcohol. At least then she’d still be able to manage the small sips throughout the night. If eggnog was bad before, David’s Spiked Nogg was worse. His name, not Freyja’s!

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The brief moment of surprise Noah felt as Freyja showed up beside him, was almost entirely overshadowed by his newfound focus on not dropping the drink that was being shoved into his hands. Something that normally wouldn’t come as much of a challenge considering his training but parties like this always had him feeling just a little bit more on edge. There were far more people than he typically felt comfortable around and time was passing extraordinarily slow. He glanced down at the drink, trying to gage what he thought it was before looking back to Freyja. “Yeah I don’t know that adding tequila to something you already think is gross is going to make it any better.” Noah said simply as he took a quick sip from the drink. An unfortunate look of disgust crossing his features as he held it out away from him. “Yeah that’s horrid..” He assured her as he swirled the liquid around in the glass. As if there was anything that was going to make that any better. “I’d assume Holly has to keep something better around though even if he’s not serving it. I refuse to believe the infamous Holly family has such poor taste.” 

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who: @roryjackson​ what: finally a Christmas thread 

Had Noah perfected being the perfect party goer just yet? Absolutely not. But had he gotten just a little bit closer in the form of being able to socialize a little bit before retreating to his notebook in some forgotten corner of the house? Yes. He’d made a point of chatting with Donny, and catching up with some of his peers he recognized from classes. He’d even managed to grab a drink or two with some of them. Something he wasn’t quite used to having such difficulty doing considering how easy the access was when he was at The Pit. But after a few hours of attempted socializing he was ready to find someone who made it feel a little bit easier. One of the few people Noah felt he could truly drop down and be himself around. Not to mention he’d been keeping a small gift for her all night that he’d been itching to present but that could wait a little longer if it needed to. He made a point of making his way back inside from the backyard, eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. He could feel his heart pounding like it was the first time he’d ever laid eyes on her and wondered briefly if there would ever come a time when his body didn’t react this way to seeing Rory Jackson across the room. It was hard to wipe the smile off his face as he approached her. Like a overly smitten kid trying to ask a girl out for the first time, but at least by now he felt confident enough to reach for her hand when he wanted her attention. “Hey stranger.” He started quietly when she locked eyes with him. Ever their greeting despite how much they’d been through. His fingers folded easily into hers as he admired the outfit she’d dawned for the event. “So while I didn’t think it was possible, the Holly’s have actually taught me something about myself and it’s that I don’t think I’m an eggnog fan. I really wanted to be that guy but I just don’t think I am. But with that out of the way I think that makes it fair game to ask if you’d want to grab a hot chocolate with me and maybe get away from the crowd for a little bit?” 

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who: @donnyholly​​ what: introverts united

It didn’t seem to matter how far out of his shell he’d come since high school. Parties were just never going to be his thing. There were too many people, the music always seemed just a little too loud, and he always seemed to lose the people he came with within minutes. Not that he wouldn’t eventually find them throughout the course of the night, but it wasn’t like he wanted to hover either. So instead he’d taken to the backyard almost immediately upon arrival. Finding his way through a crowd until he’d found an area of the party that was just a little less populated and finally made a point of taking a seat, drink already in hand. He had to physically fight the urge to pull out his notebook like he once might have when they were all kids, but he was trying to do better about the eye contact thing and connecting with others as they moved about the backyard. So instead to keep his hands busy he took a long pull from his drink, only pausing when a familiar face showed itself in the crowd. “Shit.. Hey Donny over here!” He called out to him waving him over as he scooted over a tad to make room. “I was wondering when you might make an appearance tonight.” 

[noahrussell]

Meet: Noah Russell

Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?

Hi hello! My name is T and in this essay I will be introducing you to my home boi Noah. There will be some triggering topics below so please proceed with caution! Full name: Noah Romero Russell Nicknames: tbd. Age: 19 Sign: Scorpio City of birth: Cherry The current place for living: Cherry Siblings: Casey Russell, Ronnie Russell Pets: Rex Russell Birthday: October 31st, 1966 Major: English Job: Bartender at The Pit Likes? Writing, poetry, drinking, Newports, black coffee, yo-yo’s, Dislike? most people, loud music, tomatoes, when he steps in a puddle and his socks get wet, cold fries

BACKGROUND

Call it a curse that nothing ever came easy to the Russell Brothers. Noah being the youngest of the three never quite understood how at home all he wanted in the world was to disappear, while to the rest of the world he felt like a total ghost. It was like living in this limbo he could never get out of. The curse of being the youngest of three brothers in a small town. Noah was still small when his father abandoned them the first time. As far as Ronnie what Ronnie told them, the man had fucked off after an argument with their mother but a much younger Noah felt as though he could never be certain of the truth. The feelings clearly wavering when a string of men started coming and leaving at what sometimes felt like all hours of the night. Most of them were unobservant to her three sons still living in the home, but every so often she’d catch a real nasty one who always seemed to feel like he had something to prove. Didn’t really matter. Even those types didn’t last.

Noah could remember the first time he made it home and their dad was back sitting in the same old arm chair he had before he’d left. A small part of him was hopeful that their random string of strangers had come to an end. Unfortunately this wasn’t the case. He’d always seemed to have a problem with liquor, but on the benders where he’d return home, he’d become someone Noah could barely recognize. After the first couple of times this had happened, Casey and Ronnie would make a point of waiting out his stay as far from home as they could. Oftentimes spending time with Ronnie’s friends who were getting ready to head off for college, or with some of Casey’s.

When Ronnie eventually moved out and took over The Pit, Noah wondered if he and Casey would be enough to survive their father’s gruesome returns home. He managed to distract himself most of the time with his writing. Something he’d picked up on the days where he decided to stay late in his English class to avoid having to go home if he feared his father might be there. Noah could remember being told by his English teacher to write what felt familiar. Something he knew. Something that interested him. A challenge for sure when he kept to himself as often as he did. Always wondering how he missed the social gene that seemed to envelop his older brothers. So instead he let himself become wrapped up in their lives. Namely Casey since all of his friends seemed to be a little closer in age to Noah himself.

He’d only had the idea in his head to start writing about them for a short time when his first chapter came to mind. A story about an incident he’d seen at one his brother’s band rehearsals. It really was all fun and games until someone gets hit in the face with a symbol. Something about some kid named Tommy going around telling people one of the groupies gave second rate hand jobs. A fascinating display and there was Noah writing down everything he saw, every thought he had, and every word that was said throughout the experience. Being home never really felt like an option but prior to this, Noah was certain he would have rather bathed in ketchup than have to spend his evenings being ignored by a group of people who barely knew he existed. That night was the start of what he’s referred to as his chance at greatness. The beginning of ‘The Glass Windows of Cherry High’.

After the incident, he started spending more and more time with his brother's friends but consistently struggled with concretely making any of his own. He was there the night he found out Elaine had picked Harvey over his brother. Watched the torment his brother went through and the sudden shift in him after the affair. He wrote about his back alley hangs with Freyja, the short films he wrote with Zev, and Kitty. Oh buddy he wrote about Kitty. But above all one of what was potentially one of his favorite story lines had been the one about Lux. If he hadn’t been so entranced by the chaotic energy that surrounded her, she likely would have pissed him off with all the horrible rumors he was well aware she’d spread about him. But as far as he was concerned, content was content.

At least that’s what he wanted to believe. It was all fun and games until things that seemed like they should be works of fiction started happening to them. Birthday sabotages, stabbings, the LDB? Break ups, hooks ups, rumors. A series of events that all seemed a little outside the realm of your average high school experience and yet they made it. One by one each member of their little gang made it out of Cherry High alive. Each one adding to his ever growing story of their lives. All except for the ever unfinished Lux who disappeared without a trace. 

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thezevking​:

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He knew this was coming. His entire relationship with Elaine rested on the most rickety foundation while trying to support the heavy pressures they put upon it. It felt like the foundation was cracking. Soon, everything would come crashing down around him, around both of them. Maybe it was that fear that set him on edge, maybe it was Noah invoking Rory, the person Zev cared about most in the world. “Then throw me under the bus!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “If you’re pissed about me beating the shit out of you because of Candy, then use Candy to fuck me over too! Don’t stand here and list out to me all the people Elaine has hurt, alright. Don’t stand here and pretend to me like you care about her being Harvey’s ex, you don’t fucking care about that and I know it. And don’t you dare talk to me about Rory!” Noah’s words had gotten to him, though. Sure, he and Rory acted like they were over each other trying to hide their relationships but were they? Was Rory upset that he was ‘dating’ Elaine? Should he tell her the truth? Would that make it better? Would that make it worse? “You don’t know Elaine, and you clearly don’t know me. I thought you did. I thought we were friends…” While his words had started off loud and confrontational, he got softer as he went, the true hurt seeping into his voice. “But clearly we’re not.” As he continued, he spoke more forcefully again. “So just keep your nose out of my business, and I’ll keep my nose out of yours.”

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He wanted to be sick. Noah had been prepared for this to suck. Prepared for it to hurt. But what he wasn’t prepared for was the lash back. Which by now shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him either but it did. He wanted to close his eyes and will the scene to go away but at this point he was in too deep to do even that. The only way to make it to the other side of this hellish tunnel was to go through it. So he curled up his fists and persisted. “You think I give a shit about the fact that you beat the shit out of me? Of course not. We were doing what Candy fucking told us too. You. And Me. It was our task and we completed it. Because you know damn well what happens when we don’t. People get hurt a hell of a lot worse. So too hypocritically turn your back on me when I do the same thing is bull shit. And news flash, whether I put a target on you, Elaine, anyone, doesn’t fucking matter. Candy is coming for us all whether we like it or not, what part of that don’t you fucking get!” He shouted, fighting back the tremble in his voice as he looked at Zev with a ferocity he didn’t know he was capable of. An anger that scared him as he took a step back as though to try and show that he didn’t mean any physical harm. “I don’t need to list out the people Elaine’s hurt because you know it. And you’re right, I don’t give a damn about Harvey, but I know a thing or two about having a brother. And if you haven’t heard, I’m the expert recently at being a crap one. But at least I’m above hooking up with my brothers ex.” It was a low blow and he knew that, but Noah also knew he was grasping at straws. He heeded the warning about Rory. Wanting to leave her out of this as best he could but he could also assume the damage had already been done. “Casey was with Elaine long enough for me to know exactly who she is Zev. And don’t talk to me about friendship. Friends don’t turn their fucking backs on you the second your bully of a girlfriend tells you too. But you don’t have to worry about me being involved in your shit anymore because we’re done.”

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freeserburn​:

starter for @thewriter-noah​

Old habits die hard. Maybe it was just searching for a sense of normalcy in a situation that was very not normal. Turns out skipping town and then waltzing back in trying to get everyone to spill their guts isn’t the most effective strategy. With the others, she gets it. But The Gang? Don’t they know Freyja is smarter than skipping town when Candy Girl had explicitly told them not to? Even if they assumed she was some selfish fraud that had only pretended to care about them ( which she’s not! ) they should at least acknowledge that’s some mastermind shit.

Oh god, did they think she was behind it all? Surely they would have come down harder if they did. Met her with pitchforks and torches rather than cold shoulders and apathy. Was it kind of a coward move to avoid the conversations she knew would be brutal? People like Zahra that she knew would have not problem calling her out if any of them had thought it even once. Probably, but right now Noah Russell was a sight for sore eyes.

They were friends. Not a business transaction or forced proximity because of Casey and The Gang. Okay, maybe they started like that, but now Freyja would swear he was the annoying and endearing little brother she never had. The age didn’t matter, it was the fact he was Casey’s little brother. Something Freyja’s mind just never shook off when she had mentally intertwined their families.

He’d have the courtesy to soften any blows, right? For old times sake. At the very least, his lashing out would be poetic. “I thought you were deathly allergic to things like this. School spirit and stuff.”

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It wasn’t lost on Noah, the lack of sleep he’d been getting with everything going on. More often than not, home no longer feeling like home with his brothers barely speaking to him. School had felt wrong with some of the friends he was closest to gone, and others no longer speaking to him. It was like every turn he made, he feared running into someone from the gang and as for everyone else, he swore it was like he was walking around wearing a sign designed to spill every secret he’d ever kept. And with the way things were going, they only seemed to be getting worse. 

Which meant that at first when she approached him he swore he was talking to a ghost. A figment of his imagination. Because as far as he’d known, Freyja was gone. She’d skipped town. Which honestly? Was probably for the best all things considered. He couldn’t even bring himself to be mad at her given everything they’d just been through. And yet, the sound of her voice had him questioning even that. “Holy shit. You’re really here right now aren’t you?” He asked, which may have sounded ridiculous but honestly it kind of matched his current state of being. As much as he wanted to Noah struggled to wipe the smile of his face as he looked her over. “I mean normally you’d be right but uh... Got a brother playing in the game to support and a Rory who wouldn’t let me miss it.” He offered, despite currently being unaware of the presence of either. 

“When’d you get back?” 

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thezevking​:

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He already didn’t want to be there. Football games and crowded ‘school spirit’ events had never been his thing. Add the pressures of a stepfather running for mayor, a fractured friend group, and the fucking Candy Girl as a constant looming presence in all their lives? This was basically hell. He figured if he grabbed a stupid plate and put a bunch of food on it, he could just stand off to the side and at least no one could say he wasn’t technically involved. He’d made it out thus far, only having to give a casual wave and couple words to some classmates who weren’t wrapped up in everything (lucky them). As Noah approached him, he felt his heart sink. Of course he would. Of course he would! “I’m here,” Zev responded lamely. Noah was right, he couldn’t avoid forever. But damn it, every part of him wanted to. Every part of him wanted to avoid everything, to just disappear. “Say what you need to say.” 

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This hurt. Everything about it felt wrong. God how he just wanted to leave Zev alone. But what other choice did he have? There was no alternative. Noah closed his eyes for a moment as though he was trying desperately to summon courage he wasn’t sure he had. When he opened them he could feel his heart pounding all over his body as he stared the other boy down. “What the fuck is your problem Zev? You’re being a massive fucking hypocrite. I tried man. I tried to apologize to you and your response was bull shit. I know what I did was wrong but at the same time, if Candy didn’t have something on you, you wouldn’t have agreed to beat the shit out of me? Remember that? So you can’t even sit here and say you don’t know what you would have done. Because you’ve already done it! And on top of that don’t even get me started on dating your step brothers ex girlfriend. Or just dating Elaine in general. The girl who’s constantly a total bitch to your best friend who you claim to care about. Who broke my brothers heart? What the fuck is wrong with you?” By the time he was done he was practically shouting. Letting anger and adrenaline fuel his ability to keep going. Praying with everything in him that this would be enough. 

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rory or writing?

"While writing is my first love, I feel like how I feel about Rory absolutely comes before that. I'd pick Rory over any hobby any day."

@roryjackson​

[noahrussell]

another big birthday party or a quiet night in?

"If I never have another big birthday party for the rest of my life that would still be too soon. Another quiet night in."

[noahrussell]

elaine or kitty?

"I mean I was in love with Kitty for a really long time. So it's hard not to feel a certain kind of loyalty to her. But of course I’m sure I’ll catch shit for this because I owe it to Elaine."

@elainefm​

[noahrussell]

ronnie or rex?

"Rex. Gotta give a voice to the voiceless here."

[noahrussell]

clear skies or rainstorms?

"Personally a fan of rainstorms. Makes for a better writing atmosphere."

[noahrussell]

casey or ronnie?

"Fuck you for this. They're both my brothers. I feel like Casey and I have always been a little closer though. He's always been like my best friend where as Ronnie feels like a father figure."

@caseyfm​