LUCKY BASTARD. ⁽ᵃᵖ⁾

I’ve been watching my friend play Friday the 13th and man Chad is the BEST

CHAD  for anon.

             " Hey! Look at me. Look at me. You have to stay focused and tell me what happened. “

        ❛ it was--  w-we were just  ----- ❜   just having a few drinks at the campfire.  he can’t seem to process the words, let alone say them.  it was all fun and games, a good, shared laugh over a bad camp story, until  -----            he swallows hard.  nervously cracks his fingers.   ❛ h-he fucking died, man.  one of the other counselors.  one minute, w-we were fine, and then he just--  o-oh, jesus. ❜

I AM YOUR WIFE !!!!!!!!!!! I AM THE GREATEST GOOD YOU ARE EVER GONNA GET !!!!!!!

      one  yellow  foam  ear  canal  bud  presses  into  the  boy’s  ear.  he  scoots  in  closer  to  chad,  offers  him  the  corresponding  headphone.   ‘  did  you  bring  a  jacket?  ‘  there’s  a  note  of  concern  in  prescott’s  voice,  thinly  hidden  behind  the  sharp  edge  it  typically  adopts.  it’s  starting  to  get  cold,  and  the  cabin  is  too  tiny  for  a  fireplace.  

       ❛ just a sweater. ❜   jackets weren’t really his scene.  as usual, said sweater’s tied around his neck and hanging loosely from his shoulders.  Nate’s considerably thinner than he is; as such, he’s ready and willing to hand it over at any time to cover his friend’s lanky frame and brave the cold alone.  he doesn’t comment on the music.  doesn’t feel the need.  Mike and the Mechanics, if he’s not mistaken  --  which he isn’t, because he was listening to this very album the other day.        ❛ you bring anything for fun? ❜   he is, of course, referring to the extracurricular activities that they participate in quite often in the privacy of their dorm rooms, two young men briefly escaping the cold reality around them with the help of a few banned substances.  

anyway, they’re dating