TRASHED

“ you’re my person. ”                   @trasshpack

“       aw, c’mon,   don’t get all mushy on me,   val,       ”   playful bashfulness, coupled with a soft shove into val’s arm                   now twirling his hair, batting his eyelashes, being a little dramatic over this.   “       you’re making me blush.       ”

    @trasshpack​​ : delivered a prompt ⧽ — — ❝ no, i’m fine. i just, umm… just a little panic attack. they come and go. ❞ from brandon . 

            gentle hands extend toward the other to take ahold of his arm in a delicate manner , attempting to be as gentle as possible as if wanting to avoid bringing on any further discomfort to the other . while she was nowhere near an expert in terms of identifying the causes of something like that , there wasn’t going to be a single moment of her not tending to him in terms of comfort and care . as soon as she managed to convince the other to take a seat on the sidewalk , sitting down right beside him , her hands released their hold on his arm and returned to her own lap . 

      ❝ so , why don’t we . . just sit here for a moment ? the breeze is really nice today . ❞ and while that were true , the possibility of the cooling weather being helpful in terms of calming his nerves was uncertain to the smaller brunette . however , she couldn’t think of many other ways to keep his mind on the moment happening right now rather than the horrific memory of his brother . ❝ . . does this happen often ? ever since , you know , that night ? . . ❞

                     it made him nauseated. the heat that flushed through his limbs and how his heart sped up to the point he no longer could catch it. his skin felt damp and clammy and he could swear there was a knot in his throat bugling out. his guts churned and his chest felt so tight it would pop and even as he looked into kailee’s eyes the gentle candor in them seemed to only spur the sensations more. he didn’t want to be that person; he didn’t want to need this help but trying to breathe and forcing air in and out of his nose while counting down from fifty wasn’t cutting it this time. his skin felt too hot and too tight all at once and dropping to the concrete ledge of the sidewalk he flung his long legs out in front of him. hands coming to card through his hair as he tried to focus once more, one -- breathe in -- two --- breathe out. 

                    they weren’t like this before thomas died err-- before he was killed. the attacks only came when he got too worked up over something ridiculous like his driving test or the dumb speech he had to make at his cousins wedding. it takes a few minutes before his heart still sputtering calms just a tad, when the wave and rush in his ears has faded and all thats left is this thick tongued feeling of being sick to his stomach. the cool air seemed to freeze him to the core but he welcomed it, and slowly closed his eyes taking in deep breathes. “ yeah. “ its the best answer he could give for the moment, mouth still unpleasant as he rolled his lips together green eyes peeling open to shift and peer at kailee. “ i had them before, but th--thomas was here to help with them.” he didn’t need to speak on how he wasn’t around anymore to help. 

                 @trasshpack​​ : delivered a prompt ⧽ — — ❝ i thought you’d be here . ❞

         words rang from above in the midst of the loud audience , pulling the brunette’s attention away from the bag she had been rummaging through for a few minutes now . before she even thought to respond to his initial statement , her arms were quickly reaching up in the air to signal wanting a hug from the taller boy standing in front of her . 

    ❝ enough chit-chat , give me a hug ! you guys did great , as per usual . ❞ and her comment held truth , considering that his team was quite skilled in this sport . whether it be that their opponents were typically less-trained or that they simply had a lot of luck on their side , they normally left the event with more points than the other side . according to joel , that was a good thing .  ❝ oh , and since you usually don’t have enough snacks on hand for after the game , why don’t i take you and your teammates out to dinner ? i’m paying , so tell them to not even sweat it . ❞

              its second hand nature to embrace her. arms engulfing her, much like they did anyone smaller than him; he drew her close before giving his best squeeze. he’d turned his cheek to press into the crown of her head mainly to avoid smearing any lingering sweat on her. hector had passed him a towel but it’d been a mere victim in its use and discarded somewhere along the locker room as he’d returned to the stands to seek out kailee. 

              “ tell that to vic, she’s still fuming from the fight that broke out earlier. i could practically hear her teeth grinding together as she iced her left shoulder and it wasn’t from the pain. “ he’d give it to his teammates, they were all talented and beyond reproach in some aspects of this field. that, however, didn’t stop the tempers they all seemed to carry on their shoulders when let loose onto the rink. blood still stained his jersey and kam despite the bruising jaw was now fine, jabbering away to elliot who gently doctored her busted lip. lips stretch thin for a moment before he returns his full attention to her, trying to catch up with the very sentence she’d tossed at him. food. she’d mentioned food and that always seemed to be something that grabbed him. “ yeah! i mean you don’t have to pay -- hector can eat just as much as i can and that’s not counting elliot and vic and kam who also eat just as much as i can.” his remark is joking and he is serious about the money, there was no need to be so giving. “ look how about this, we get dinner the gang, you, and me and then -- since we won i’ll buy desert.”