the distance it travels

The aftermath of the drunken weekend that was collectively had over Thanksgiving was one that he was a little late to, but was eager to make up for lost time.  A short plane ride from where his mother’s show tour was stopped in Seattle for dinner and back to school made him only have the one day to really go crazy before school on Monday (where classes which were one hundred percent skipped) when things had to be back to semi-normal.  His memory was gone past vodka shots and shotgunning an unspecified number of beer cans - the tall ones, too.  Adam woke up to sun streaming in and, with a sound of annoyance, sat up in a bed that he didn’t recognize.  “Huh,” he grunted, looking around, feeling his stomach.  No shirt… pants were on after a quick discovery.  One sock.  Shoes nowhere to be seen.  Or the shirt.  He swung his long legs over the side of the bed, taking a bit of a blanket with him before he shook it off, he felt movement on the bed, and he looked behind him to see a sleeping figure, which shifted on top of said shirt he was looking for.  “Wonderful,” he muttered, leaning over to subtly wrench the clothing from under the body.

“Yeah,” he nodded, hands rubbing against his jeans as if his palms were permanently sweating. “Um — I mean, I’m happy your dad’s doing okay. New wife? Shit,” he said, taking in the information one step at a time. “I know. I can’t — The thought of even going back there is sickening to me. Like… Like something will swallow the plane right out of the sky on the way, you know?”

“ yeah, would’a been, ” lukas agreed before hooking his thumb around the strap that had saved his camera from falling to his feet. “ but this guy saved him, so nothin’ to apologise for. ” he finished, tugging lips up into a small smile. “ a couple years and you’re still not used to it? ” he repeated back to her with a quirked brow. sure, it was probably an exaggeration but he’d play along. “ shit, i’ve got no hope then. ” he joked, plus he didn’t plan to still be in california in a couple years. just get some free education and get the fuck outta there. he nodded at her question but was surprised by what she followed it up with. “ oh, seriously? that’s cool. i mean, i just came over with the whole dean thing, ” he waved a hand, deciding to glaze over the murder thing. “ what made you transfer over here? ” 

Katherine simply nodded her head, it was just about the perfect place for daydreaming, pondering or clearing your mind entirely. She liked that about California, she’d decided, it was a lot easier to find a peaceful place to sit than it was in New York, though neither were quite as tranquil as her home in Minnesota. She folded her arms and offered a polite chuckle, “I’m used to the cold,” she confessed and it was true enough. She smiled at the recognition, always charmed by somebody who noticed her even in a school with thousands of students and a city with thousands more, “Yeah, that’s right,” she chimed pleasantly, offering a handshake to her new pal, “I’m Katherine- Kat,” she clarified, she only really used Katherine formally or when she was trying to sound more sophisticated than she would ever hope to be, “Are you a local or did you move here for school?”

“Just fucking with you,” he assured her, eyes on her hand as if trying to read its motives. “It’s nice to be here,” Elias continued, shifting in his seat. “Nice change of scenery.” The question made him chew at his inner cheek, nodding his head. “He’s good. A bit — Just Gunner, you know? Kinda neurotic,” he stated. “But that’s nothing different. He should be getting there soon, I think. Don’t really remember when,” he admitted, glancing at Holly finally after a long moment of fixating on the table. “How about your family?”

i’m not very up to date with the current state of this specific thing you mention, but if you must know, back in the day he’d hired a specialist — an expert groomer, you know, he kept him nice and clean. 

those are two very different questions, but it was very easy to put with elias because he’s an amazing guy and we had something pretty great. the other thing depends on the day, i suppose, life is hard, you know?

feeling homesick was pretty common for tavi, he missed the music, the people– the food. he missed the warmth of it all and wanted so badly to go back. however, for the sake of what he wanted to do in the future, this was the place to be. so having moments like this, moments of solitude where he can just remember home and enjoy the bustling sounds beyond the boardwalk, were always very much needed. tonight, however, was a bit different than most. as he began to gather his things to leave, something suddenly hit him on the face, causing him to flail a bit as he grabbed hold of it. seeing it was a blanket and a girl running towards him almost instantly, his brows raised before he stood up and offered her the blanket back. “maybe it wants a new home? are you harming this blanket – do i need to call the fabric police? not to be confused with the fashion police, though they do operate out of the same facility.” he said in a matter of fact manner before laughing softly. “nah, you’re all good. i’m just glad it wasn’t a bird flying into my face, that would have been painful – this was much nicer, way more gentle”

“ holy shit, ” lukas reacted immediately as random blanket covered him unexpectedly. he usually thought the strap attached to his camera was a pain in the ass but this would be one of the times he was grateful he’d bothered to put it around his neck. dropping the camera without thought to pull the blanket off him in confusion. meeting the eyes of the owner once he had the blanket off his face. “ all good, it’s alright– scared the shit out of me, but it’s alright, ” he admitted, offering the blanket out to her. only then he thought of his camera, free hand flying to it absently and feeling a wave of relief as he felt it against his torso. “ the west coast wind is crazy, right? ” he said, not sure off the top of his head if she was from west or east coast. “ actually the whole weather is crazy, really. ” take him back to the simple cold of rochester, there he’d be happy.

Kat had been enjoying the light breeze, the sound, and smell of the ocean and the fading sun on her face in much the same way as Holly had been, though Katherine hadn’t been in California all that long. She was still getting used to the idea of the West Coast, having grown up in Minnesota and having lived on the East Coast for a large portion of her life until now. She’d closed her eyes to enjoy the moment in peace when she was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of a runaway blanket catching the wind and enveloping her, “oh my God!” she squeaked, startled for a moment or so. She laughed when she realized what was happening and pulled the blanket off of her, half folding it as she offered it back to Holly, “It’s okay, no problem,” she insisted, “It just scared the shit out of me,” she confessed, “I was daydreaming,” she added as an afterthought, brushing her hair out of her face where it had been misplaced by the blanket. “Are you cold?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, she thought the weather was lovely but then again, she was used to much, much worse.

“That’s a word for it,” he remarked, shaking his head as he observed his glass. “I wasn’t going to come,” he admitted. “I’m doing my Masters, but… but I just kind of thought about going somewhere else. Fuck Lockwood. Maybe even try Rochester U,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But then — Gunner was headed here and just… just was the easiest option and free. Sorry to invade or whatever.”

The beach wasn’t something Ford was very used to. Sure, there had been the harbor back home, and trips here and there to beaches and lakes, but having it near all the time was something new to him. He liked it, he thinks, listening to the waves as he walked along smoking his cigarette. He wondered if that’s what drew Asher here, the beach and the sun and the lack of winter that he had hated back home in Boston. Quickly he shook the thought from his head, though, just in time for a blanket to blow right up against his face, making him drop his cigarette. Its owner came running up apologetically, and upon seeing her, his irritation softened. “Don’t worry about it. Sometimes when it’s windy my jacket opens up and tries to drag me to the middle of the street, so, could be worse.”

“i have princess looks?” it wasn’t like harper meant to look offended, but she couldn’t keep it off of her features. for a moment, the blonde was glancing down at herself and looking along her arms – wondering what exactly made her seem like a princess. “i mean, a lot of people can see a post on instagram and want to rob someone. but i guess if you don’t believe in social media, or don’t believe in showing off then i guess, maybe. but i feel as though the majority post to make others want what they have, underlying in the meaning.”

“Yeah. Reminds me of my days as an altar boy,” he joked, turning on the stool to face her more as she spoke. “Oh — Yeah… I guess… I know that, huh?” he asked as if he was in the process of turning the knowledge over in his head, pocketing his phone again. “Not really a fan of fruity stuff. Makes me a bit sick, like… the sugar or whatever,” he admitted. “Might just order another beer and then skedaddle. Probably getting too old for college events.”

“Think the Patch is quite small, actually,” he said, squinting at the stuffed toy. “Only enough to cover my dick. Like one of those majestic paintings, you know? With the leaves?” Nodding in approval, he added both to his cart. Doing his best to seem unfazed by the entrance, he just continued to speak. “Want one? A character? They have most of them. This sale is absolutely incredible. Great deals, great deals…”