deathwish

“I couldn’t exactly take you in my suitcase…” Although she had initially been intended to be a joke, her subdued tone of voice made it sound more depressing than anything else. “Stop, Mads. This is serious.”

"Why does it matter to you?" She sounded exasperated, almost as if Tessa had asked this question too many times. Her skin flared at the thought of going any further with the conversation, Tessa didn't really want to hear about this. "S'not serious unless one of us is dying."

“I came back because I was worried about you. I still am.” Putting up a pretense that she was fine wasn’t a foreign concept to Tess, but she wasn’t sure how to persist with it through all of Madi’s prodding. Grace seemed to evade her as she stared at her in utter confusion. “Is that what you’re mad about? Me leaving for college? because if I remember correctly, you were the one that wanted me to go.”

Tessa had obviously underestimated the intensity of Madison’s anger, and having it exicited in such a brutal way was like a blow to the stomach. “Your mom called. She told me about the pills.” She took a small gulp of air before continuing. “Don’t do this, Mads. Not with me.”

“Don’t say that. You know I’m always happy to see you. I just wish it weren’t under these circumstances.” She shook her head, simultaneously brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “College is fine. I just thought I’d start my Christmas break early, s’all.”

"You were happy enough to go to college and send so much as a postcard. You wouldn't use these excuses on Henry, so don't use them on me." An aimless foot kicked away at the rocks beneath her feet, eyes focused on the burning cherry of her cigarette. "Christmas in Frostford. Welcome home to hicktown, Alabama. This time, with fancy colored lights and dying evergreen trees." She commented sarcastically.

“We gotta, Mads.” Although the situation practically demanded panic, Tessa somehow found it in her to derive her usual mask of calm. “I just want to know what’s going on, that’s all.”

"At least pretend to be glad to see me." She deadpanned. “I'm guessin' college sucked hard? I would think you fit right in with all those brainiacs."

“Jesus, fuck, what the hell…” Gavin muttered to himself, one arm gripped around the drain pipe and the other reaching for the roof. After hanging out with Kyle and having one too many beers, in his drunken state of mind, he thought that 2:07 am was a fantastic time to go talk to Madison. The idea didn’t seem so brilliant at that moment, hanging partially midair while attempting to scale Tessa’s house and not concern any neighbors into calling the cops. Was it stupid? Yes. Could he possibly fall to his death, or to a fate of being wheelchair bound for life, which could be fun for popping wheelies, but no so fun for his mother, who would probably never let him out of the house again? Of course. Fuck, just breathe, idiot, you’re halfway there so you might as well just keep going. The fact that the alcohol content in his body was a smidgen higher than the water content took over his train of thought, quickly shaking his head and continuing to climbing up. Clumsily, but somehow successfully, he made it onto the slanted roof, crawling and shifting against the shingles until he found his way to the window with a tiny nightlight. He knew that Tessa was usually asleep at his time, and even if he did catch her, they were best friends, so she’d understand, or at least that’s what he told himself in his current mindset. Once he was sitting up close enough to the window that his breath fogged up the glass, he gave a little knock, or tried to, anyways. He ended up sort of banging against the glass with his palm and drawing a little smiley face in the foggy area. He wore a giant, stupid grin once Madison opened the window, leaning back and trying to look somewhat cool, giggling to himself as he did so. “Hello ma’am, do you have a moment to discuss our Lord and savior, or should I try Tessa’s window?”

Yeah, I’ll have to agree with you on that one. Tessa is definitely more resilient and forgiving than the rest of us. Will be eternally grateful to her for sticking around while we slowly ruin our lives. I get that, but you should try to move on from it because if you don’t it’ll end up biting you in the ass again. 

Tessa is so optimistic I'm pretty sure rainbows fly outta 'er ass. She's kinda just like 'alright' about us doing all this while she hangs out in church with Jesus braiding each other's hair or something, but she's definitely lovable and cares about us. I hope I do. It's just kind of that scenario of thinkin' you're over it 'til you're alone and it comes back, so you're left thinking that you ain't. You know a lot about this, don't you?

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“Oh I hear it’s a real delicacy in some places,”

"It ain't here, so if you come at me with some kind'o fried tarantula you cooked yourself, I'll skip."

Are you pregnant? I swear if you vomit all over me I’ll get my snake to suffocate you.

"Pregnancies are terrible things. Don't have sex, you'll split in half and die. Or whatever."

“It’s mentally noted down and I’ll tell whoever needs to know. But I guess cell phones. They might be a bit sharp. Wow, I bet that was…well it probably tasted like chicken,”

“That treehouse was years ago–maybe I’ve grown up a skeptic, and don’t have any faith in baked good anyore. What then, huh? —… Okay, yeah, they’re probably not poisoned. Doesn’t mean they’ll be any good.”