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Your room never had decorations, you never truly felt the need to buy something and put it on your wall. Honestly nothing really stuck with you. You may like some movies but never bought a poster and put it in your room, you liked music and had some cds or cassettes, but even the bands were random and their styles vary so much one from the other. 

As bizarre as it looked, the white walls brought nostalgia to your head, you didn't hate nor liked that feeling, but familiarity gave you comfort. As you looked at the plain ceiling, the cold light giving even more hospital vibes, you felt chilly, opposite of how the outside was, with the warm sun touching your window. You sat on your bed and looked around as you sighed, the feeling of ending high school and being a fresh “adult” didn't really feel real yet, but today was another day and Alex was gonna take you to a party in about two hours. You didn't truly leave your bed today, letting your body rot, not having any energy to do anything, but you accepted Alex's invitation because you knew he just wanted you to get out of your house.

Besides, knowing him maybe it wasn't even that big of a party, maybe it was something chill with just a few of his friends.

To keep it short it wasn't, Alex decided to step away and said hi to some people, and you really tried talking to people. Key word tried, the music was making your head hurt as you felt you were the only one hearing static under the loud music, random people that you were sure only wanted to talk then tried to kiss you without even asking. Finally, as you stepped away from all the people and stationed yourself in the kitchen, you wanted to have some kind of drink but after seeing all the different of empty bottles besides a big bowl with almost no color you decided to just stay there while eating some pizza that was there (and also hoped that it didn't had any hidden drug).

After a while Alex appeared and leaned beside you, a slight alcohol stench was stuck to him and stole the slice of pizza you were eating.

-ugh this party is trash-he looked at you while eating-sorry for taking you out of your cave to this shity place-

You sighed as a slight smile appeared in your lips, fatigue appearing in your eyes as you tried not to yawn-i dont mind the action of taking me out of my small jail, but next time i will prefer just something random and easy…-you looked at his lips and noted a pinkish tone in them-besides i think you came here for another reason-

He looked at you confused, then you made small kissing noises while making your hands “kiss” with each other. Alex rolled his eyes as a small pink hue appeared in his cheeks.

-I was just talking with someone but…meh didnt really change anything-he shrugged and cleaned his lips, you forced your eyes to look somewhere else-wanna go to my house and get high?-

You left a deep sight at his boldness and shaked your head, after you guys got out and you drove his car to his house, trying not to punch him every time he tried to screw you over while driving. Finally parking outside his house.

Now, his room was way different than yours, though that's not too hard to achieve if we are being realistic. He had posters, his computers, random shit everywhere as well as dirty clothes, it was more normal than yours. That always made you feel kind of uncomfortable, the bare idea of it made you feel a weird distance between you and him, as if you were so different from him in different ways that you couldn't really recall. Yet, here you both were, 5 years after you guys first met, 2 years after a weird (but known) feeling inside your chest every time you see him. A comfort in being with him, a sense of security you didn't really get with others since your childhood.

You trusted Alex with your life, and part of you liked to think that he felt the same.

-Your parents are gonna kill us-you said, sitting in his bed, your back resting against the headboard-the smoke is pretty much everywhere…-you slurred as your hand was in his hair

It was longer then, your fingers being able to comb him as he held his glasses, his entire body resting besides you, his head in the pillow and his eyes closed.

-nah, besides i am leaving so, they cant really get angry when im about to be gone-he murmured, his hand now also covering his eyes

-that makes no sense at all…dumbass…-you murmured-they still are gonna find us here-

You liked the time alone with him, it was one of the few things you enjoyed this last few days, even when you didn't go out that much he was there with you. But you wouldn't ignore the nervousness in you every time, especially the moments where you felt vulnerable against him, when you were only a step away from spilling the truth inside your head and heart. The walk you did every year, the things you saw even after you took your medication, the things you didn't remember.

-so, what? nervous that we are alone?-

That he could sense whatever you had feeling for him lately, what your mind lagged whenever he was near, how weirdly fascinated you became. Remembering everything, his schedule, his routine, his likes, his dislikes…especially the girls he liked.

-huh?-you answered him-why would i? we are almost alone all the time-you chuckled-im always here in your room with you-

He smiled and moved, your hand falling and him looking at you, sitting besides you, only a shoulder length distance between the two of you-you always try to act like you dont care about anything…-he pointed his fingers to his lips- i was wondering if you would have noticed it before…-

You looked at him shocked, your slightly numbed mind being unable to form a fitting lie, then shaked your head as you looked at anywhere else but him-i dont even know what you are talking about…-you murmured, your posture turning more rigid

He chuckled-dont worry, i like how possessive you get sometimes, makes me feel like im someone interesting-he puts his glasses again and looks at you more directly, his eyes slightly closed but you could see the small glimpse in them

-your high Alex, you are saying dumb shit-you said slightly irritated with his attitude, your sober state appearing because all the stress pretty much eliminated the drug.

What the hell was going on? Was he playing? Was he truly doing this now? God you wanted to run away so fast, your head was hurting. You focused on the poorly made cigarette that was still burning on the tableside. 

-no, not that much anymore…-he got closer-you just have to tell me to fuck off and i will…-he whispered

You could hear your own heartbeats, your hands were sweating and your mind was screaming to say yes, to not step away and to let him get closer. Your heart agreed and your pupils were dilating.

-but, i need to hear a yes too-

You answered, maybe too low, maybe too fast, maybe your “yes” sounded almost desperate. And as he got closer, and your lips touched, and your head exploded.

You still felt incomplete..

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Your breathing was rapid when you woke up, hearing your own heartbeats like a constant hit in your head, as if your heart was about to stop. After a few minutes your breath out, calming your nerves and making your body realize that there isn't a lion about to eat you right there. You got up and walked lazily around your house, your feet pushing away any soda can on the floor. When you reached the bathroom and got inside, your eyes looked at themselves in the mirror, looking at yourself. The visual image made you grim, you looked dead, your eyes were tired, your body was hunched, the scars around your torso and arms were a vague memory of something long forgotten. You sighed and just continued with your odd routine.

When you were at your kitchen, hot cup of coffee in your hand to try and pry away the tiredness, you heard your phone ringing. You answered quickly, not really thinking who could it be, hoping to hear another tired and raspy voice, preferably owned by a guy with sideburns 

-Hey…-Alex voice wasn't the one you were hoping to hear

Your hand tightens around the phone, the other almost throwing your cup. You weren't expecting him, not after the fight you guys had a few weeks ago, before his production in Marble Hornets stopped (a “break” in his words) In all honesty you really wished it was Tim’s voice, you didn't had any contact with him these days. You liked Tim's attention, you used to like Alex’s too.

-What do you want?-you questioned, leaving your cup on the table and feeling the scars ache. 

-uh, i thought you were going to answer more kinder, maybe even worried-his voice talked with a slight humor behind it

A part of you knew he was right, you are supposed to be worried after having no signal from him after five days, but your mind was a mess, you were a mess.

-Well after whatever shit happened the last time we met, I was really trying to not talk to you for a few more days-you finished drinking your coffee-im more worried about the others, do you know anything about them?-about Tim? you wanted to say

You heard him chuckle, you knew that it was sarcastic-no i dont, look, i wanted to fil these past few days and i talked with Tim and he showed me a place…-he sighed-i want to see it with you so we can decide how to film in it-

You laughed slightly, anger slowly appearing at his stupidity, he fucks up, he doesnt say sorry and then he asks for help, he can go a fuck himself.

-Im sorry, Okay? i was being stupid…please help me-

You stayed silent, as your demeanor calmed itself and, out of your control, memories of a past friendship made you want to fix this with Alex.

-Okay, just…tell me where-

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When Alex told you where, your heart stopped. You wished that he was wrong, that your mind was wrong. But as you parked and your hand began shaking, your eyes watered looking at the path. You took a deep breath, many questions appeared in your head, why here? was it here? does Alex know? Tim remembers? God maybe you should stop being so secretive to people you care and love.

-Hey-you looked at Alex as you stepped out of the car, trying to act as you were okay

-Alex…-you whispered, your mind trying to anger itself so maybe you ignore all the instincts to run away from here

-I know, im sorry-he go closer- i just want to make it right, and you are important to me-he looked at you-you are my best friend and the one i trust the most in all of this-

You took a deep breath, this scenery of him asking you something weirdly resembled an old scenario. 

-but i want to know that you want this too, and that I didn't made you drop the projet-

Maybe too much, you sighed, putting your hands in your pockets and nodded, your lips moving before your mind did-you know i’ll always follow you Alex…we can talk about the fight later-

He looked at you and smiled, nudging his head towards the path and started walking. You followed him, staying silent most of the time, acting as if you didn't know where he wanted to go, as if the path wasn't engraved in your head. He talked almost all the time, something about filming, something about Tim and how he showed him this place. You asked about Tim, hoping that he knew if something happened to him, Alex just shaked his head and said no, that his calls were also ignored. 

You knew that he was hiding something, but in all honesty you didn't know if you could trust your mind when it's in a fight or flight mode. More now, as you stepped closer to the woods, closer to the place. You stopped right in front of it, Alex was already inside, you didn't realize that he stopped talking for a long time now. He was looking at you, as if expecting something.

-Alex, i-i dont want to go there…please just-you took a step away, you were already trembling and you couldn't stop it

-Hey something is wrong?-he asked, the shadows from the trees hiding his face for you to see him.

-Yeah, its fucking creepy Alex! I hate this place, why don't we just choose the other one?!-you voice raised, looking around, your heartbeat was louder this time, you could hear everything, the leaves brushing each other. Branches breaking, and a very low and almost quiet static

-Because this place is better! C’mon don't be a bitch about it-he said louder this time, angry that you weren't stepping in, that you weren’t getting closer.

-NO! Fuck this Alex, at this point i dont even believe you, you dont know where Tim is, even though you where here with him, you talked to me about help about the “filming” in here AFTER WE HAD A FIGHT BECAUSE I TRIED TO HELP YOU-you raised you hand pointing at him, fear clouding your mind and the need to escape bigger-you are hiding something and I DONT LIKE IT!-

You stepped away, giving your back to him, trying to go away. But then you felt someone behind you, an arm around your neck and a piece of paper put in front of your mouth and nose. As a sweet scent started invading you, your hands tried to punch him, causing both of you to fall into the ground, your back on top of him, as tears started dropping and you tried to look at him, your voice trapped, being unable to scream because of his hand.

-This could have been so much easier-you heard as your conscious slowly left

And the static growed everytime more louder, as your limbs went limp and your eyes started closing. You felt its eyes looking at you, your last memory before fading out was its white face.

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He will definitely lean toward horror, but it doesn't have to be, he's down for a rom-com or an action movie as long as it's fun. If y'all are strangers, dinner won't be a serious affair, it'll be pizza or Wingstop. Something casual so y'all can have fun and talk and get to know each other. If y'all are already friends, it's somewhere like Olive Garden or Red Lobster that he considers super fancy. He's honestly really uncomfortable at first, but again, he's trying to woo you. He'll chill out more the longer the date goes on.

Either way, he'll take you home afterward, walk you to your door and say good night. If you let him, he'll give you a hug, but I don't see him trying to kiss you until the third date. The vibe of the kiss will definitely depend on your relationship. If y'all were strangers at first, it will be softer. His hands will cup your face, and his lips will be warm and firm against yours. It's the kind of kiss that makes your head fuzzy and the world blur around the edges. His mouth moves slow and gentle on yours, thumbs stroking your cheeks. He'll smile when he pulls away and you look at him with big, dazed eyes as he presses a last peck at the corner of your mouth before letting you go.

If y'all were friends before this, it's definitely a little more heated. He's liked you for a while, so there's a little bit of pent-up tension that he's releasing. One arm will be around the small of your back, pulling you into him while his other hand tangles in your hair. It's like he's trying to crawl into your skin as his mouth moves against yours and his tongue grazes your lips. He's whimpering when your arms twine around his neck and you press closer to him, hands playing in his hair.

How far things go is really up to you. You could introduce tongue to the kiss and he'll happily comply. If you wanted to sleep with him, he'd skip to the bedroom. If you don't want to do any of the above, he's cool with that too. He'll pull his mouth away from yours, resting his head on your shoulder and panting, trying to hide his ditzy expression from you and holding you tight. He'll start laughing breathlessly. He's wanted you for so long, and now he's finally right where he wants to be and it will seem a little unreal to him. He's definitely high off the kiss and when he straightens up, he'll look at you shyly, going in for a chaste peck to your cheek before releasing you. He's going to be giggling up a storm for the whole rest of the night.

It takes some work, but I think he could be really capable of having a healthy relationship with a partner provided they both displayed a little bit of patience toward the other and really tried at communicating.

He already had to unlearn a lot of toxic behaviors when he got out of his childhood home and even more when he met his friends and started hanging around them consistently, so it would be something that he was already used to.

Evan loves taking care of people, and he will be cooking for you, you have no choice. Evan's mental recipe book mostly extends to stuff he used to eat back home, but like…the healthy version (sort of lol.) There's lots of fried greens, "vegetable soup" (don't trust him, there is ground turkey and beef stock in that soup) over rice, smoked meats, fish (he tries to bake it as often as possible, but you're gonna beat eating fried catfish more often than you think), black eyed peas and sweetbread, chicken and dumplings, butter beans, potato salad, and all sorts of shit.

He acts like a grandma when he cooks. You are not getting a free meal, you WILL be helping him, now wash the greens a few more times or else they'll taste grainy!

He plays music while you cook and is a massive stickler about kitchen safety. Everything is getting washed while y'all cook and he's gonna flip out if he sees you being unsafe with knives or hanging around the hot stove.

He doesn't care if you know how to cook or not. He kind of likes it if you don't, cause then he gets to put his arms around you and murmur what to do in your ear while you try to focus and not cut your fingers off cause he's incredibly distracting.

He has music blasting, and it is not calming at all. Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Korn, and all sorts of rock and heavy metal blare from the tinny old stereo in his kitchen, and he'll casually talk over that shit like it's Mozart while he's making five dishes at once.

If this sounds overwhelming, it's because it is. Evan is subconsciously trying to replicate the loud, chaotic cooking environment he grew up in with twenty people all in the kitchen and dining room, preparing food wherever there's room while far too many kids run underfoot. It soothes him, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

He'll try and tone it down if you ask, but the calmer his cooking environment is, the more visibly anxious he gets, and you have to fill the silence and distract him. Be playful with him, joke around, ask how to clean this or that vegetable, and he'll eventually start chilling out. It's just one of those things y'all have to work on and come to a compromise with the more time you spend together.

If you're down with the chaotic environment, he's lowkey trying not to jump you while y'all are cooking. Do NOT let that boy see you dancing around the kitchen, singing along to the music, and starting to soak in his cooking instructions and making shit without needing his help. He WILL be occupying y'all in the bedroom while the stew simmers.

Anytime y'all go anywhere, Evan prefers not to drive. Evan grew up driving illegally since he could reasonably sit on a cushion and see over the steering wheel. Everyone did where he came from, it wasn't a big deal. The rules of the road were more suggestions than they were necessities. He's gotten better at driving since living in the much more crowded and strict state of New Jersey, but it still makes him anxious.

That being said, as long as he's not the one driving, he's going to annoy the absolute fuck out of you.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Oh my god, babe, babe, look at that big ass dog! No, not over there, over there! Wait, you're gonna miss the turn."

"Turn over there. No, not there, there! There!" while you're screaming "Evan, where the hell is there?!"

"I mean, it's sweet that you would give me my own food and a terrarium, but you really wouldn't still make out with me if I was a worm?"

"Can we stop and get fries? Also, I have to pee again :3"

A road trip with him would be the most endearing form of hell. He has the music on blast, all of the windows down, he's hanging his head out of the window and screaming, he's snoring loud as hell when he sleeps, he refuses to stop drinking water, and has to pee all the time.

But he'll also be surprisingly agreeable to sharing the driving. Long open highways are a little more comfortable to him and he doesn't have nearly the same amount of anxiety driving on them like he does on small residential streets. He's good with directions and can go long stretches of time without needing you to man the map. He's also really good with the map, so y'all rarely ever get lost. He's probably the only person on earth who prefers the paper map books to the GPS.

He's easily accommodating of your music as long as it's not gospel or country, though he might tease you a little if you put on something he thinks is cheesy like Neil Diamond or Katy Perry.

He will hold your hand the entire time and bring your knuckles up to be kissed every few miles. You pull your hand away to even scratch your nose and he will have telenovela level dramatics.

"So, everything I thought we had was a lie?"

Most of your road trips would probably be for hiking destinations. Y'all pack up the car, head a couple states over to hike a trail, spend a night in a hotel, and then go home. It's a good way to spend quality time together without being too expensive.

Evan will be all smiles the whole time. He will hold your hand and crack stupid jokes and make inside jokes with you and peck your lips and squish your cheeks whenever he gets cuteness aggression (which is often.) He's just giddy to be hanging out with his favorite person for an extended amount of time, and it shows.

He'll be with you the whole time you do the hiking trail, making sure you have on sunscreen and bug spray, making sure your shoes are tied, and carrying anything you can't. He's always staring in awe at your surroundings and the nature around you, and yet he can tell the second you get tired or thirsty and will force y'all to stop and take a rest. If he thinks you're going to be stubborn, sometimes he'll pretend that he's the one who needs a break just to make you sit your ass down.

If you give him the same amount of care, he will suddenly act like y'all are on a first date. He's blushing, not meeting your eyes, scoffing that he's fine while he rushes to sit down or whatever you just told him to do.

Evan's love languages are physical touch, quality time, and acts of service in that order.

He's insane about always touching you; half the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it. He'll have a hand on your thigh when he's driving, he's holding your hand when you're driving, he's absent-mindedly playing footsie with you when y'all have dinner with his friends, he's sleeping with his head smushed in your chest no matter how hot it is outside, he's holding your hand on hikes even when he gets spacey and starts wandering around. The majority of his video game time is spent using you as a stuffed animal, nestled tight between his arms and cuddled into his chest, reading or doing whatever while he clicks away at the controller and tries not to yell in your ear.

And, as you can tell from the above paragraph, he also loves spending time together. You guys don't always have to be directly interacting; a lot of the time you guys will be doing separate things, just in the same room. He's painting miniatures for his next D&D campaign and laughing at you when you fuck up on Just Dance. You're doing an assignment for your work while he's sharpening one of his knives. But there is also a lot of quality time spent together where you're interacting.

You guys have at least one date night every week that is non-negotiable for both of you. It's usually a movie night, but it could also be a hike, dicking around in an abandoned building, going knife-throwing, going to a shooting range, doing paintball, going thrifting, etc. Evan has never missed a single date night and likely never will. If you ever forget one, he would be genuinely upset. He'd try to hide it, but his sullen mood would be very noticeable, and it would be obvious that he'd feel like you didn't prioritize him and enjoy spending time with him the way he does with you.

Evan's one of those people who takes you out on a date because it's y'all's three-month anniversary. He has a bunch of stupid ass made up holidays for your relationship. Your three-month anniversary, the anniversary of your first kiss, the anniversary of the first time you spent the night, etc. A lot of the time, he's just using it as an excuse to bring you wildflowers he found in the woods and have you sleep over at his house after some spontaneous ass date idea he had. But a lot of it factors into the intense sentimentality Evan has that he tries to hide. Evan's been in relationships before, but he'd never been in one that's lasted this long or gotten this serious.

All of those cheesy anniversaries (which he takes 100% seriously, btw) are his way of telling you that he values your relationship and every milestone in it. This is not just some silly bf/gf shit to him; you are his life partner, he's planning on settling down with you, and the thought of committing to you fills him with a sense of relief and excitement, not fear.

Evan's acts of service are more subtle, and mostly come down to the way he was raised. Evan will fix minor leaks, change bulbs around the house, clean the gutters, etc., without you even asking him because to him, that's just what he's supposed to do. There's a bit of traditionalism in him that will never leave. In his head, he's your man, what is he good for if he can't take care of basic shit that goes wrong around the house?

Thankfully, his ego doesn't override his common sense most of the time. If there's a genuine need for a plumber or an electrician, he won't pitch a fit, but he will definitely hover while they work.

He uses pet names so much that, at the beginning of the relationship, you wondered whether he even remembered your actual name. He normally calls you babe, but sweetheart will also make a frequent appearance. If he calls you hun, it's cause he's teasing you and y'all are likely having a sass-off. If he calls you honey, he's either horny or homesick.

Speaking of homesickness, it is something that will plague Evan often. Evan's home and family haunt him constantly, and it's something that he gets instantly agitated about if anyone brings it up. You and his friends have learned that it's a sensitive topic. Whenever he randomly gets quiet, wistful, or melancholic, it's usually because he's thinking about what he left behind. This will be a double-edged sword if you're also from the South or remind him of home in any way. On the one hand, you can relate to him more. On the other hand, you make the memories come to him more frequently.

On Evan's bad days, the best thing to do is go on about your business as normal, just softer. Walking on eggshells or treating Evan like he's fragile will just make him feel bad and fuck off into the woods somewhere until he's feeling better, which isn't great for him in the long run. Instead, just keep doing parallel play. Read a magazine in the same room as him while he stares at the ceiling. When you get up and get a snack for yourself, get him one too. Just toss the bag of chips to him like it's the most natural thing in the world, and nothing's amiss. Evan does still need to be taken care of, but it needs to be a quiet thing when it comes to matters that involve his family.

This is not the case when it comes to taking care of Evan in literally any other circumstance. Specifically when Evan is sick. He is insufferable.

Evan will spend days ignoring cold symptoms, going to work, and pushing himself way too hard. He will insist that he's not sick, and will have the gall to say that he never got sick, despite you knowing otherwise from having to nurse him back to health multiple times before. When he finally caves and admits that he's sick, he will do an entire 180. He will treat a common cold like a stroke, and will be the most whiny, annoying motherfucker on god's green earth. Middle child syndrome is alive and well inside this man, and he wants every ounce of attention you have to give. You have to baby the absolute hell out of him.

Contrarily, he's very calm when you're the one who's sick. Evan has taken care of countless illnesses in his cousins and siblings. He is thoroughly unfazed by most bodily fluids, and treating the majority of low-grade colds, flus, food poisonings, rashes, and any other such maladies is another Tuesday to him. But part of his nonchalance when you're sick comes from the fact that he doesn't want you to be too embarrassed to come to him if something's wrong. A lot of the illnesses in his childhood home were worsened by poor education around the body, as well as shame. Something wouldn't feel right, but the person afflicted wouldn't say anything cause they didn't want to be gross or a burden, so that malady got a lot worse than it had to get. Evan never wants to feel that way, and he always wants you to feel like you can come to him when anything is wrong.

So he'll immediately go into problem-solving mode.

It's great when you're sick or needing solutions, but it's not the best when you're having emotional issues.

When you're having emotional issues and need comfort, Evan is a very physical being. He really doesn't have any advice to offer you, but he will stay with you, make sure you're drinking water and eating, make sure you're safe and warm, and just make sure you know he's there with you. Most of the time, Evan is so extremely biased toward you that his advice isn't helpful anyway. You could hit someone with a car, and he'd still be like, "Babe, that wasn't your fault; he should've had a reflective vest on. You're being way too hard on yourself." He's not even playing or trying to be funny, he's being fr.

Alex has been acting weird lately, you saw how he looked at the woods whenever you guys shooted close to them, his hands trembling everytime he repositioned the camera.

You didnt asked him yet, not really knowing how to aproach the topic. Besides it created an internal conflict in you, everytime he looked at the woods you felt nauseous, as if your body knew what he was looking at but you couldnt see it yourself. A sight left your body as you turned off the cigarrate in the wall where you were leaning. Outside of a wendys, you guys went there after a day of shooting...everyone but Alex, again.

You looked at the sky, night had fallen and the clouds hide the few stars that we're there. You heard the doors opening besides you as someone else go out, you ignored it but then you heard approaching footsteps and decided to glance over out of the corner of your eye.

-hey...-Tim said, leaning against the wall where you were, a little further away from you-how you doing?-

You looked at him and sighed a bit, ignoring how you were feeling and gave him a small smile-fine just...tired, it was a long day-

He nodded as his hands reached his pockets, you noticed the cigarrette in between his fingers, as he seemed to look for something. You showed him your lighter, lighting it and waiting for him. He looked at you and then got closer, placing the cigarrette between his lips as he lean in, almost eliminating all the space between you. After he light up his cigarrette and he stepped out, he decided to stay by your side, both of your shoulders touching.

He breathed out the smoke-yeah today was..uh..rough to say the least-he looked at you-is Alex always this...insistent in filming?-he asked, you couldnt ignore the sartistic tone in "insistent"

You chuckled a bit-well he is a film student-you joked, earning a side eye and a smirk from Tim-but yeah, he is a big perfecionist...-you mind cameback to the events of today, his angry face at anything that happened outside of his plan, ignoring any help you could give-today was different...i don't know, he's acting weird-your eyes traveled to the ground, looking at your feet

Tim nodded as he took another drag, looking around as random people walked by, he puffed out the smoke-you both been friends for quite sometime...he looked calmer around you, even if he didnt listened to anything you said today-

You looked at him, a smile once again decorating your face-huh we have an analyst in the group-bumping him slightly with your shoulder

He smiled, letting the cigarrette besides him and let it burn for a bit-im no Sherlock Holmes, i just watched the signs...-you noticed him looking at the trees-wich opens another question i have...-

You felt dread coming up all your body, already knowing the question but being unable to think a proper answer.

-do we know eatch other?-

His question echoed inside your head, feeling the sweat forming in your hands, your breathing stopping for a second as you felt someone looking at you between the trees. Your throat became drier as flashbacks started appearing in your head, the white room with the painting, you sitting there while waiting for your mother. your eyes looking to the hall. Another kid was looking at you too

-its just...i feel like i know you but i- i dont know sorry if its weird-Tim's voice made you comeback to reality, you didn't say anything for at least ten seconds.

You let out a small cough as you looked at anywhere else but him-um sorry i just, i dont think we did? or at least, not properly-you answered, realising there that you had also taking a step away from him

-huh, well thats something i guess-he finished his cigarrette-since we dont have any shooting tomorrow, so... if you want we can get to know to eatchother a bit more?-he looked at you while scratching his neck a bit, a nervous habit of his.

You were about to answer until the doors opened again, Brian stepping out, you hadn't realized the others had left as well. As he got closer, you felt your air finally coming back to your lungs, your throat no longdf hurt, but the weight in your shoulders was still there.

-well hello there lovebirds-he joked as he stopped in front of you both-sorry to interrupt and while I’m proud that Tim is trying to hit on you, i'm his driver and i do wanna go home-

Tim let out a small sigh, while Brian looked at him mockingly. He threw the cigarette butt he had just finished to Brian's head.

-thanks men-he said sarcastically, Brian left while laughing-asshole...-

Tim sighed as he felt any chance of inviting the cute guy to a, what? date? hangout? had vanished, now he felt his odds were nil.

-Sorry about that...-he murmured, not having the strength to looking at you-Brian just likes being a pain sometimes-

You cackle a bit, your humour rising up and ignoring the fear you did liked the idea of hanging out with your old friend again-dont worry about it and answering you question, yeah i would like that-

Tim looked at you, his brow rised up, not beliving your answer-uh oh...okay, does 3pm sounds good?-

-sure...-you wanted to say more but Brians hooking from his car interrumped you, again-now go there, or he will be worse-

Tim smiled as he stepped away from the wall, but looked at you again-you gonna be fine? we could drive you home-

You shook your head as you also moved away from the wall-im gonna be fine, i dont mind walking, see you tomorrow-

Tim nodded as he finally went where Brian's car was, you decided to keep walking your way, hearing some of their bickering in the distance.

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-hey-a voice speaks, her tone quiet and calm, a contrast to her trembling hands-you are gonna have to stay here for a while-she murmured so only you could listen-but i will be back, okay baby? You are gonna be fine-her hand brush against your cheek, wiping away tears you hadn’t even noticed.

-bu-but mama, i-i don't want to stay he-here-you answered, your trembling voice cracking in between words-i still fe-feel it, watching me...-you whispered to her, so the doctors wouldnt hear you

Your mom looked at you with pain in her eyes, as if she only felt more guilt everytime you talked. Her hands trembling as she looked at the doctors and nurses around her, they judging eyes looking directly at her child.

She sighed as she hold your hands close to her chest-my baby, don't worry okay? They are gonna help you against all of this, you are gonna be fixed-she gave a light kiss to your knucles as tears fell down her eyes-but you have to be brave..-she hugged you one last time

She stepped away as a doctor got closer to her, walking with her to the exit. Your hand was taken by a nurse, your bag in their other hand, you both walked away from the lobby and into the corridors.

That...place was supposed to be calm, with trees around it to hear the sounds of bird flying or singing. But as you watched the Big Windows around you, looking at the vast space of trees, fear was the only thing your mind could feel. Your hands trembling and sweating, as you finally looked at ir directly.

It's tall figure was easy to ignore between the trees, face blending with the light, as if it were a predator hiding from it's prey. Ready to attack at any second.

And no matter how much you ran, hide or even fight. It would let you go.

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-> I made the banner and the other dividers are from a copy and paste page

There is one thing that you never forgot about your childhood, its simple and people would ignore it but you remeber, a painting in the wall, it was in the lobby right on the middle of the room. The white light of the place took away some of the colour on it but still the shape was there.

It was...weird...it looked like it had trees but they werent straight, they were wobbly, connecting with eatchother with their curves. Right in the middle of the painting there was a simple white circle. As a child, it scared you, but now it brought a odd sense of nostalgia.

Now, seeing the painting in the abandoned building, with dark walls around it. Almost all of the colour was replaced with black, consequence of the fire, yet the white circle was still there.

You didnt come back here often, feeling a weird sense of dread inside you. Presences of memories that you cant recall, of a life that you simply forgot.

You decided to step away from the main lobby and walked around the corridors, where your mind still hears the murmurs of the doctors. Touching the walls and feeling the cracks from the paint, some falling and making the tip of your fingers a pale colour. Each step wasnt quiet, the cracks from leafs, sticks, debris, were one of the few sounds you heard. After a couple of steps, you stopped in one of the rooms, it wasnt as burned but the walls were decorated with scratches. You still felt the blood coming out of your fingers, when your nails were too short but you still wanted to escape.

You don't know from what, Doctors told your mother everything, your mother tried explaining what was happening to you. But as a child you could only understand what you saw. Now you cant understand anything, because your brain made sure to forget it, a weird way to protect what little estabilty you have.

Why did you come back here? You questioned yourself, from the moment the engine of your car stopped to the second you found the abandoned hospital. And to be honest there wasnt any answer to that, but you always came back, once a year at least, when your body stops feeling like yours and you only follow a path made by your past self. It was always the same, get here, watch the painting, walk and stay inside your old room for an hour. You always felt out of it, but the second the hour pass your mind cameback, you blinked again and your body was yours. The first time it happened you were scared and confused, only fifteen years old, so not only you came here but you walked all the way here. Now, this "trip" had a weird comfort in it. You didnt like that, it meant you were getting used to this.

A sigh left your mouth when you got in touch of your car again, when you got inside your eyes still found their way to the old path to your old life. After starting the engine your hands gripped the steering wheel harder and finally you looked at the road, starting a long drive to home.

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You were tired, your body was cursing you as you stepped outside with your bag around your shoulder. A Camera and tapes inside of it, with other stuff. Prepared to take a walk but you stopped at recognizing the car parked in front of your house. Your mood feeling better at seeing the guy right in front of it

-Alex?-you called him, going down the few stairs that your house had. Walking a bit until you were in front of him.

He looked at you and smiled-well well until you showed up, took you some time-he said with a playful tone in his voice, as he went to conductor side and got inside.

You followed him, leaving the bags in the back, sitting in the passenger seat-i thought i would meet you there directly, i was actually on my way to go-

He started the engine as he handled you an energy drink-yeah but you weren`t answering my calls yesterday, so i figured you`d had one of those days-he started driving, leaving your place as he looked both sides of the road so he wouldnt crashed out of nowhere-decided to be a good friend and come pick you up, we are probably gonna be the first to arrive there anyway-

Alex didnt knew what truly happened, god you never wanted to tell him the whole truth, yet you decided to tell him at least something. One day, in sometime of the year, you just give yourself some time alone and you go to a trip. That was the truth for him, and it was enough to not make him any more scared then he was when you just vanished. In response, the next day he would give you something...he was a good friend, one of the few that you had.

As the drive kept going, and the music that you`d chosen filled any silence in the car. You bobbed your head slightly along side the beat, drinking some of the liquid from your drink and thinking about the day ahead of you. Today Marble Hornets production started, a simple project of Alex were you helped a bit with the writing.

This day was simple in some way, go to film some scenes with Brian and others with...Tim. Also some filming of places in general, parks, houses, something like that.

-so, how do you feel for today?-you asked him, looking at him for a bit but mainly keeping your eyes stucked to the window, watching the diferent houses pass.

-mmh not bad, i mean yeah a bit nervous but, i think it won't go wrong-he answered-besides i'm gonna have my right hand man besides me all times so, everything will be fine-he smiled as he put his hands in front of your face, making your messed hair worse.

You snickered a bit, taking his hand away from you and smacking him lightly earning a laugh from him-dont do that you weirdo...but yeah, i have a good feeling about this-

When you got there, the two of you were Indeed the first, but that didnt last for long. As you both started preparing the cameras and watched the scenerary, two other cars parked. Already knowing one of them, Seth got out first, his bags in hand as he started walking were you guys were. When he got closer he smiled and gave a simple handshake as he greeted both of you. But your eyes we're focused to the second car, as Brian got out and Tim followed him.

Acting as if you werent looking at them the whole time, you redirected your attention to Seth as he spoke with Alex about the shooting days. Finally Brian came up.

-well hello there sleppy head-Brian said as he played with your hair-you look like shit-

You sighed as you putted a beanie to hide your hair from any other hands, you were gonna deal with the knots later-Hello to you too Brian-then you looked at him-Hi Tim-

Brian smiled as he moved on to the others, but Tim looked at you, a bit confused.

-oh hey? Sorry i...don't really know your name, Brian didnt exactly introduced us-he said, looking a bit embarassed to not knowing something that you already knew of him

Holding the truth that you wanted to say, you smiled-no worries, i supposed it was you after Alex told me that Brian and his friend were some of the actors, i know Brian so...-you lied as you took of your coat feeling the heat that you hoped came from the sun and not from the nerves of meeting him again, finally you presented yourself.

-well um, Nice to meet you-he said, he looked like he had something else to say but before he could continue Alex called you

You looked at where Alex was at saw him montion to you to come where he was, then you looked at Tim-well i gotta go...Nice meeting you-

You left before he could answer, feeling his eyes following you. You ignored it as you helped Alex.

God you hoped nothing wrong happened now.

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-> I made the banner and the other dividers in the text are from a copy and paste page

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