ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸

He wakes, feeling the jab at his side, face scrunching up as he groans and turns towards Ezra. In truth, he hasn’t slept long, having to make sure that the other was properly taken cared of and had everything that he needed to feel comfortable. He’d even set up a basin on his bedside if Ezra felt the need to vomit some more after waking.

Seth opened his eyes slowly, lips curling upwards slightly at the other’s comment, as well as at the sight of him. Things between them were far from resolved, but he had to admit that he’s missed waking up next to Ezra. “No, but I don’t think you would have appreciated waking up smelling like… “ He trailed off for a moment, not even knowing how to begin describing it. Perhaps he was still half asleep. “Anyway, don’t worry,” he murmured. “Your clothes are in the wash. I figured you’d want fresh ones…”

Ty couldn’t help but laugh at Ezra’s situation. He didn’t know the other guy too well, but he found it pretty funny that someone would do that and that he would blame the Windsors for it. “As much as I wish I could take credit for that, I doubt any of us care about you enough to sign you up for the glee club. Make sure you dedicate Don’t Stop Believin’ to us just in case I’m wrong.” 

“Oh yea, it’s hilarious, stretch,” Brooks snorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “No worries, I know it wasn’t you who did it. You lack the balls and the creativity, which is why you hide behind a girl who’s about the size of your pinky,” he rolled his eyes at his former friend. “Well, shit, I just might. Admittedly, singing and dancing on your sacred lunch table has some appeal to it.” 

Ezra waking up with a splitting headache, a nauseous feeling in his stomach, and beside an unfamiliar body had become a routine this summer. It was his way of trying to forget about the many problems at home and his broken heart. Usually it worked, at least for a little while, and that was enough for him. The boy had no recollection of the night before, but much to his surprise, he didn’t wake up naked this time around. In fact, he was dressed in a t-shirt that was at least four sizes too big on him, and that smelled like... 

His eyes widened as he turned over and looked at the person beside him, who was still asleep. Slowly but surely, he began to remember how he had ended up in the boy’s bed. The party, passing out, calling Seth to pick him up. Of course the younger boy had come to his rescue, he always did, and it was the most frustrating thing. Ezra thought about sneaking out, but knew what a light sleeper Seth was, and that he wouldn’t get far in his current state. “Treeman,” he hissed, reaching out his hand to poke him harshly in his side. “I don’t remember giving you permission to take off my clothes.” 

❝ you say that but i still feel bad, ❞ she chucked, just glad they were speaking again. she grimaced at one of the first encounters she had with ezra but he’s changed and she considered him a friend now. ❝ i think all my answers were wrong, to be honest, ❞ she laughed, knowing she always half-ass’ed her homework. ❝ d said they were gonna destroy me and my clique, and i thought he meant everyone i cared about. i just assumed d had something worse on you in addition to the pictures, but i did what i did. ❞ she tried explaining herself but was positive it just made her sound over analytical and naive. ❝ i spoke to him about it before summer and it seemed like he wanted to talk to you more about it, ❞ she didn’t want to give away what seth told her, ❝ you should give him another chance, if you haven’t already, i think he was just caught off guard before. ❞

Maritza: there’s a cute foreign exchange student who dropped his pen earlier

Maritza: i remember his face, i don’t know his name though

Maritza: tall, spanish, great eyebrow game and a good head of hair?

Maritza: #helpziefindadate2019

yeah, it’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it. i don’t want your mom to feel lonely, you know?

honestly? i don’t remember who that was, so yea, that would be pretty hard. don’t mix booze and drugs, kids!

best friend is kings, worst enemy... eh, that’s a long list, but coincidentally, most of them share the surname ‘windsor’, if that helps.

that reminds me, i need to find some new hook up buddies, since everyone seems to be itching to get cuffed these days, but i can rec tristan, noel & jini, and i enjoy my netflix without chill the most with kings.

“Funny,” Kings replied dryly, though his tone was muffled by his mouthful of food. Very dignified. He chewed the rest down and swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing against his skin. “But no. Uh, since you’re asking, my soul was worth a fuck ton of pills and alcohol. You might not like it but I’m not going to say it wasn’t worth it.” Dante had undoubtedly opened to door for some good times. Wealth and power created some damn good parties, and those were exactly what Kings needed to escape. “Who says I only got one extra life?” Kings countered, raising his eyebrow. “My conscious was gone a long ass time ago.”

Ezra was the last person who would lecture someone on their reckless partying behavior. As a matter of fact, he was more of an enabler, if anything. Trying to repress and forget about his personal drama, he went from party to party this summer, something he unfortunately wouldn’t be able to continue once school started again, which is why he was really dreading it. “Oh, really? Dante gave you pills and booze? Color me surprised, I didn’t think the catholic boy had it in him,” he chuckled. “It’s an expression, Kings. Living your extra life, it just means being as over the top as you possibly can. That being said, I’m pretty sure you ran out of lives a while ago, though. You look like a guy who’s hanging on by the skin of his teeth.”