𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘

❝ you were a big boy, benício, you could’ve taken the lead after the third time we walked by that exact same fountain, ❞ he says with a hearty laugh. this whole thing feels like a dream, the kind he often had about benny on the months following their… falling out, or whatever that was. there were occasional nightmares, scenes of benício saying awful things to him, but most often it was just this: the two of them talking in the middle of a night where nothing feels real, walking towards a place they may never reach. only this time, benny really is next to him. he doesn’t quite know what to think, so he doesn’t try. ❝ of course you’d say that. i bet you want him to come after you just so you can say you took on the polaroid killer, ❞ oliver comments, shaking his head at benny’s unflinching arrogance and throwing his head back drunkenly. a bad move, considering the next moment benny’s yanking him abruptly, causing oliver to stumble and almost fall. he laughs at that, too, now drunk enough to not even feel self-conscious as he normally does. ❝ i knew it was close! ❞ he protests, but now that they’ve actually made it to the lake he doesn’t feel like laughing as much. he remembers benny’s initial invitation being to skinny dip, and though oliver technically didn’t agree to do it, it’s still hanging in the air. ❝ so… are you going in? ❞ he says, because he doesn’t know what else he could say.

“Uh, since when has fucking AJ been a bad thing? He’s fucking hot. He’s never said two words to me, but if he offered to give me a good dicking, I’d take it, Keating or not,” he said, raising his brows and wrinkling his nose at Benny and recalling the last time he’d had to walk-of-shame his way out of Keating smelling like goddamn onions. “I’m not a HOE,” he said defensively, fully aware that over the summer, he’d become one and Benny was absolutely correct. “I’m just feeling myself right now okay? When the love of your life pulls the rug out from under you, the world becomes your oyster. Besides, I’m just kinda having an open house moment, okay? Leave me alone. Anyway, my mouth hasn’t been on anyone yet. Give me a sip and maybe I’ll think about dipping my feet in that bog you call a lake,” he teased.

❛   i’m   not   lying.   ❜   benny   sniffled;   he   wasn’t   one   to   cry   very   easily,   but   the   tears   roll   down   his   face   nonetheless,   he   rubs   his   hands   over   his   eyes,   pushing   the   heels   of   his   hands   into   his   cheekbones.   ❛   please,   oli.   you   have   to   believe   me.   ❜   he   sniffled   again,   taking   a   step   forward   to   grab   at   the   sleeve   of   oliver’s   sweater.      ❛   i’m   sorry   for   what   i   did   to   you.   it   was   dumb,   and   i   didn’t   know   better.   this   was   just   a   misunderstanding,   i   promise   you   i’m   not   lying.   ❜

❛   of   course   not.   ❜   benny   said,   clearly   unbelieving.   he   squinted   at   skye,   looking   them   up   and   down,   trying   to   figure   out   if   there   were   any   glaring   injueries.      ❛   and   is   this   not-blood   yours   ?   or   did   you   finally   snap   and   murder   someone   ?   ❜   he   raised   an   eyebrow.      ❛   you   know,   if   you’re   the   polaroid   killer,   thank   you   for   not   murdering   me   yet.   did   you   come   to   me   for   a   shovel   or   something   ?   because   you   can   ask   me   to   help   you   hide   the   body   if   you   want,   but   i’m   not   carrying   any   heavy   weights.   ❜

          ⥽  people  were  on  edge;  almost  everybody  and  their  MOTHER  could  tell  you  that.  not  many  people  were  lingering  the  campus,  or  any  of  the  other  places.  sitting  quietly  with  the  school’s  news - letter  in  the  holloway  library,  he  turns  to  one  of  the  few  people  sharing  the  space.  ❝  shit  is  FUCKED,  huh  ??  ❞  

❛   my   phone.   my   credit   card...   if   i   say   ‘pen   and   paper’,   can   we   pretend   it   counts   as   one   thing   only   ?   ❜

               “  you’re acting like it’s hard to get you wet and naked. ” he laughs. it sucks that he’s turning this down, after everything that happened tonight it seems like a good way to blow off some steam.  “ and you’re sloppy and immature, come on.”  even when he’s more than a little annoyed, he can’t help finding benny endearing. clyde playfully rolls his eyes at his shitty joke and walks them towards a group of sophomores who are just as fucked up as his friend is. “ hilarious.  but i wouldn’t quit school if i were you. ” he gets a small water bottle from a nearby cooler and hands it over to the other male, “ here. drink some of this and i promise to get you one of the blows. ” 

amusement couldn’t help but fall onto pale features, a smirk tugging at the corners of freckled lips. his arms crossed over his chest, blissfully intoxicated himself as emerald orbs searched the other, “hmm.” spencer hummed though they both knew he didn’t even have to think about it, merely entertaining the thought of entertaining the thought as he towered over benny, “sounds like you’re just trying to get me naked, salazar.” he gave a raise of his brows, “i’m in.” and just like that, he’s swiftly snaking the bottle of vodka from benny’s hands, bringing it to his lips as he took a more than generous swig. he didn’t even flinch at this point. if you opened up his veins, vodka would bleed out anyways. 

nick knew, deep down, he didn’t deserve forgiveness – but he’d be lying to say it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. whatever feeling this was, he wanted it so desperately, but at the same time it seemed to terrify him. at least he could forget those thoughts for the night. an almost bashful smile tugs at his lips from the affection, taking the opportunity to circle one arm around benny’s waist while the other took hold of the bottle offered to him. “ well, i always wanna see your pretty face. ” he states with a soft chuckle. “ mostly, i want to hang out and have some fun.” he takes a much needed swig from the vodka bottle. “and make it up for being such an asshole. i’m all yours for the night, whatever you want. ”