campbell "camp" durand

        SHE’D BEEN KIDDING ABOUT THE REDBULL THING  because that stuff is actually disgusting, but of course camp would drink.  she’s not going to reject it now, especially when she clearly has more than he can drink.   “ hardy har, “   she says sarcastically, nodding at him.   “ but thanks. do you wanna sit ? “ 

– “UH, PRETTY GOOD, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED,” louis offers the other boy a slight smile to prove it, although it’s hard to be really cheerful these days. granted, he has a lot to be thankful for, and everyone showing up at his door is proving it. “ how’re you doing ? ” 

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– LOUIS EXPECTED SOME VISITORS AFTER HE GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL WING, but perhaps not this many. it’s sort of weird, he never really felt like he had that many FRIENDS at gallagher, but people have come out of the woodwork, and…perhaps the good thing about all of this is that he does feel less ALONE. how do you process nearly getting killed and fighting for your life just a few yards away ? well, mostly by sleeping a lot, and naturally, his roommates have been giving him some space. when he’s sleeping, he doesn’t have to process anything, and everything hurts anyway. today, he’s pretty sure he’s clocked almost fifteen hours until he’s awoken from his slumber by a knock at the door.

it’s unlike him to answer the door like this, usually he’s got combed hair and a pressed shirt, but he’s in sweatpants and a shirt that’s almost two days old by now, dark circles under his eyes. he still feels strange, although sutton has thanked him for being a hero, told him he should be proud, he still feels sort of…dazed. maybe he just feels lucky not to be dead. 

“ hey, ” his smile is shy, but present, “ you can…come in if you want, but…i haven’t cleaned, ” he frowns. he’s a bit embarrassed to let anyone into a messy room. 

@gallagherstart

He’s not exactly sure where his test went wrong, but with the smoke arising from the teeny-tiny explosion he’s created, Roman knows it definitely didn’t go well. He’s shouting down the hall that everything is fine and it’s totally chill and safe, and he winces from the floor at both the fact he landed pretty badly on his elbow, and that it probably wasn’t the best problem to cause at a time like this. “The R&D professor’s gonna be pretty pissed, huh?” he asks to whomever had arrived at the scene, staring at the singular lingering flame above the station he’d hijacked in the labs.

             THE PAST THREE DAYS HAVE BEEN A WHIRLWIND of emotion and exhaustion ;  she’s pretty sure the last time she’s felt so drained, it had been finals week at gallagher, during her very first semester.  the last thing she wants to do right now is run into any of the georgetown students, so she holes herself up in the library, the only place she can think they wouldn’t look.  however, because she’s barely slept  ( and it shows on her face )  she doesn’t notice herself dozing while reading her book until she hears something SLAM nearby.  jo jerks her head up, touching her cheek where an imprint of her book now lays.   “ can i help you ? “   she snaps, before realizing how much of an asshole she sounds like.  jo’s shoulders deflate slightly.   “ sorry… you don’t happen to have some sugar on you, do you ?   or a REDBULL ?   i’m trying to finish this chapter, and then the table’s yours if you want it. “   //   @gallagherstart​

He should have found a better place to hide, but despite the size of the school, he knew he was bound to run into someone at some point. And he knew people would have strong feelings about him, about his last name, his brother. He also knew there would be assumptions, about him being a part of the brotherhood somehow, or just being connected to it, when Leo was not even aware of it existing before everybody else, but of course, it wouldn’t sound convincing coming from him. He had managed to be alone for a few minutes, thought himself to be safe until he heard footsteps coming closer behind him. He didn’t even care to turn around, though he sure as hell should watch out for fists, but at this point he didn’t have much of a care in the world about it. || @gallagherstart​

it’s sudden and, despite demanding for a kiss, bishop hadn’t expected it as quick as it came; perhaps campbell was anticipating the same, ready and prepared to dive straight in. eyes shut the second their mouths met, an arm lifting to wrap around campbell’s shoulders, pulling him in as close as he could while fingers curled into fists around the material of the back of his shirt. he actually remembered their first kiss: leaning for his laptop after that stupid night on the race track, and it happened —- and here they were. blindly, bishop stumbled forward, encouraging the smaller body to walk backwards until his back was up against a wall and charlie had access to the boy’s neck, which he’d peppered kisses down to from the younger male’s lips. god, the words that were threatening to fall from his lips and they’d only just started; bishop was in deep, whether that was a good or bad thing.

         the past is distorted like a funny looking comic strip that he’d read one sunday morning while his dad made eggs, fried them, burnt them, made the whole kitchen wreak and his mother would eat them anyways out of gratitude and one day she even stars to like them. similarly, all of the complicated stuff that ails camp’s mind and fills him with insecurity is something he has grown complicated with, knows how to move past, and now he’s using it like ammo to show the person that he loves that he loves them.