poisoned icarus ;;

She thought for a moment before lifting her shoulders into a shrug and repeating what she had mumbled, “nuh-uh”

     “I swear to god... Alright, I’m going to leave then since you obviously only know one word and I’m not about to have a conversation, or even be around someone who’s so dumb she only knows one word.”

“It-it’s ok, I d-don’t want to r-ruin your fun. Il’l j-just go hang out w-with T-Teddy,” John bit back a smile at the mention of the other boys name. He really liked the other and that confused him about where he stood with Cypress. Sometimes he didn’t think the blonde really liked him.

     “Don’t know why you think that’ll ruin my fun since I offered to teach you but, alright then. Up to you and all that,” Cypress just shrugged his shoulders. He wouldn’t admit it, but his muscles stiffened with the mention of the name ‘Teddy’. John had no clue, no one who didn’t live in Hooper Port could know. Sometimes he forgot there was a kid at Plath with the name Teddy. “I’ll be by the pool if you change your mind.”

“Nuh-uh”

     “You want to contribute a little more to the conversation?”

John looked over at his friend with a shrug. “I’ll c-come you with you, b-but I do-don’t k-know how to swim,” it was a fact he was fairly embarrassed of, but he trusted Cypress and knew he probably wouldn’t make fun of him for it.

     “I can help you swim,” Cypress offered with a sweet smile. He was just trying to let the beach trip go smoothly for himself. Which did mean being nicer to John for a bit longer than he wanted too, but that wasn’t too bad to him. “It’s pretty easy once you figure it out.”

“I do not.” She hissed and grabbed the bottom of the sundress Norie let her use. “I’m beautiful now.” She put a hand on her hip. “I could make them grow. You were just being a jerk. I’m not dumb. I know things. And I am not looney. Call me that again and I will piss on all of your stupid plants.”

     “A little bit, yeah, with how your hair flows and you kind of wiggle when you walk,” Cypress explained, keeping his tone neutral, almost monotone. “No, Emmie, I’m serious, there’s no magic in plant growth, it’s all science. And you can’t make cooked beans grow, those are just facts. Piss on my plants and I tell the fucking administration that you’re harassing me on absolutely no basis.”

“Hooper Port is w– where you come from?”, he asked chewing on his lower lip nervously. “O– oh. The pool sounds good and s– safe! I tried to get into the ocean, but I don’t k– know how to swim so–”, he’s rambling now, “–yeah, let’s head to the pool”.

     “Yeah, it’s back on the west coast, in Washington,” Cypress nodded slowly, putting his phone away. To be respectful, or whatever. He wasn’t trying to make a big personality turn around on this trip, but he didn’t want to cause any drama or anything. All of these insane kids, far from familiarity? All of them could end up pulling an Emmie Lou Urban and pouring sand and poisonous sea creatures in his bed. “And you don’t? Well... I could... Help you? If you want? I mean-- I can help you float and stuff. Since it’s shallow water, it’d be easy.”

“You look like a turtle. It will eat you first.” She was tired of Cypress. She was angry that she had to stay with him throughout this vacation. “I hope it does. You should have let me just plant what I want.”

     “Fair enough. You look like a jellyfish though,” Cypress laughed lightly. “I didn’t want you to get disappointed and angry when the beans, which were cooked, didn’t grow. Cause then you would have blamed me, right? For messing with your plants? I can give you actual plants to grow. I was going too, but you’re just all looney.”

Emmie was pulled together for once thanks to her new friend.. well.. colleague. Looking surprisingly cute she wandered down the beach. “Think we will see a shark?”

     “Maybe it’ll be a talking shark and it’ll want to eat you,” Cypress said with a small shrug. He knew he should try and be nice to Emmie, just for the trip at least but it was just so easy to make fun of her. Even if it was for things she couldn’t exactly control. “Or maybe it’ll eat me and be some amusement for you.”

“i got chips! want some?” lester said, seated on a set blanket on the heated beach sand.

     “Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the offer though. Why aren’t you going out to the water though?”

“I don’t think I’m dumb enough, it’s whether or not I’m clumsy enough,” He told Cypress, laughing with him. “Yes please. I wouldn’t know where to start with make-up and would probably make things worse.” 

     “I don’t think you’re clumsy enough to walk into a door neck first,” Cypress rolled his eyes. “And alright, well... Let’s head out to the drug store then? You don’t need any expensive make-up to get away with it, you just need to be smart.”

guanyu [01;46]: sjw! what does a waluigi mean? is it opposite of cuck?

guanyu [01;46]: you are very helpful! rowan helps me with english but you help me with the slang!

guanyu [01;47]: i wrote the word down in my phone, i think it was dank? it was some boys at lunch, i think they were talking about................... drugs

guanyu [01;48]: stealing is bad !!!!! bad bad bad !!!

cypress [1.57AM]: waluigi is like... a chilled out, laid back person, hence the smooth jazz

cypress [1.59AM]: i don't think there's anyone who knows slang better than i do

cypress [2.04AM]: you're so small and innocent aren't you? dank is like... when something is so bad you can't even say the thing you want to say so you use dank in place of it

“Murders? God, I hope I’m next.”

     “That’ll be a relief on a lot of people, I’m sure.”

“It w-was ok, it’s h-hard to g-get caught up. My l-l-level of ed-education is much d-d-different than others in the cl-class,” he managed to stammer out. When Cypress told him that nobody was going to say anything, he blushed. The other boy wasn’t supposed to know that he was sort of uncomfortable, “If you say so.”

     “Why’s that?” Cypress asked, he was well aware of the fact that he was prying, but he didn’t care. It was up to John to choose whether or not he answered him. Maybe it wasn’t his most subtle plan, or even his best, but Cypress could just feel that John was more than likely to try and make him like him. “I’m sure, plum. People have their own things to worry about after all.”