abigail byers

“it’s not weird. it’s just who you are. you’re still welcome to live here as long as you need.”  “your father used to be convinced that will was gay. kept coming up with bizarre ways to try to fix him.” joyce rolled her eyes, still finding lonnie’s obsession with their son’s sexuality utterly ridiculous. “he doesn’t need fixing. now, i don’t know if he likes boys or not.” it wasn’t something she ever asked will about. she didn’t pester him, as lonnie had done. to her, that was will’s business; something he would talk to her about if he ever needed to. “i don’t give a damn. he’s still just a kid. and besides, no matter who he does or doesn’t like, he’s still will. i’ll still love him the same.” 

joyce bit her lip, mulling over how to address the concerns she did have. “there’s people in this town who’ll judge. to hell with them. you ever get any trouble from anyone here, you tell me and i’ll give them a piece of my mind. between you and me, there’s plenty of assholes who i’ve just been waiting for an excuse to scream at.” joyce winked, although she was only half-joking.

Blinking from hearing what her father had done in the past, she was pretty much expressionless except for it causing Abbie to shiver. It made her feel like she could hate him even more-- if that was possible. That would never settle within her, even if he got on his knees and begged to be a changed man, Abbie could see right through it. Lonnie caused her trauma and nothing could take that away. Joyce not judging was the light in her life-- someone who actually let her be who she wanted to and let it be on with it. Her being gay was just a small part of Abbie, there was so much more. Even with the barrier of him in the way, there were still times that she could find her talents and use them to her advantage to having some sort of fun. There were some days that were good out of the multiple ones that weren’t so good, and that was a win at the least--- one including the day she left. It was the best decision she had ever made. 

open starter // avery      ⁠— avery and your muse are best friends hanging out at the mall. avery’s crush just talked to you both, leaving her totally brainless and having said some embarrassing thing. bonus points if your muse is secretly in love with her. even bonuser points if your muse is gay. ( avery is bi! )  

“Oh. My. God,” Avery said, breathing heavily and falling back against the large, white pillar that held the ceiling of the dining court up. In the distance, she focused on cooks tossing fries into the deep fryer– the sizzle sounded like what her heart and confidence felt like. “What the hell just came out of my mouth? I mean, seriously,” she said, slinking down onto the tacky, chess patterned tile. She glanced up at the other. “It’s like my entire life farted. That was real, right?”

“It was real, unfortunately. But---but it isn’t the end of the world,” Abbie tried to be comforting to her friend Avery because what had happened was probably not what she had planned in her head. But it happened to the best of people because nerves were the worst, especially when trying to make a good impression to someone. And in this circumstance, it was worse when it was someone you had some sort of crush on. However, that was like Abbie hiding her crush on Avery, but she swore to never really act upon that because it could go just as poorly as this. 

“I don’t have time for this… I have to go and pick up Izzy from school. I’m afraid they’re going to call CSA if i’m late again. And god forbid, I cannot let that happen….” Abigail sighed. Things were getting worse than better, or so it felt like that for sure. Izzy meant the world to her, and she couldn’t let this be the total downfall.