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her eyes find his and there’s a bright sparkle to them. hands shift, slowly they find his cheeks, thumb rubbing gently. SHE WAS GLAD SHE KNEW HIM WELL ENOUGH TO TALK THROUGH TO HIM. vada smiles, like she hasn’t in a really long time. things could never go back to the way they were, she’s quite acutely aware of the fact. BUT  still, there’s an unspoken connection between them, one that might forever be there. 

“ there’s some booze in my purse and i mean we can…we can totally make out for a little while if you’re into that. ” she bites her bottom lip, head tilting to a side, 

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄   𝐓𝐔𝐆𝐒   𝐀𝐓   𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄   𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 .      he      couldn’t      help      it.      he      seemed      to      try      and      stop      himself      but,      in      the      end,      it      was      a      failed      attempt.      it      pulled      at      the      corners      of      his      mouth.      her      smile      had      brought      on      this      reaction.      a      quick      roll      of      his      eyes      followed      by      breathy      chuckle.      although      he      was      sad,      he      still      managed      to      make      a      teasing      comment.      maintaining      his      suave      nature.

“ who the fuck let edgy john bender leave the breakfast club, like what the fuck, man? ” 

“I’m not going to tell anyone, DON’T WORRY.”

He simply nodded to the somewhat threatening words of the other. It happened and that’s how Andrew saw it. A BIT OF FUN, nothing harmful. Of course, he didn’t quite understand why it mattered all of a sudden. What was wrong with them getting a little involved while high, it was a well needed interaction anyways - even Andy would ADMIT that much. Still, he looked down at Jack with a small pout, furrowing his brows together. “What’s so wrong ABOUT ME that no one can know anyways?”

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒   𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 .     jaw      clenching      with      frustration.      his      firm      gaze      soon      wavers      and      casts      towards      their      feet.      a      pause      in      thought.      why      did      it      matter?      really,      it      didn’t.      but      jack      didn’t      want      people      to      know      he      had      messed      around      with      andrew.      anyone      else      would      have      been      fine.      BUT      ANDREW?             ━━          no,      he      couldn’t      let      anyone      find      out      that      he      had      stooped      so      low.      he      was      supposed      to      𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞      andrew.      what      would      people      think      if      they      found      out?

To have the past hit him in the face as it had, Andrew was taken back. Eyebrows furrowed as he went over events that he had once long forgotten - that were just BLURS OF TEENAGE FUN AND REBELLION. A mist that had settled there for far too long, finally dispersed and letting him see clearly. However, never, even with complete memories of the other, would Andy have expected to see Jack so put together. He looked more put together than himself. 

“I still can’t believe that’s you, Jackaboy. Like, Christ, I can tell but you — YOU LOOK LIKE SOME KID’S DAD.”

𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐅𝐅   𝐆𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐖 .            followed      by      shyly      rubbing      the      nape      of      his      neck.      a      nervous      tick      he      had      carried      throughout      adulthood.      he      knew      all      too      well      that      if      andrew      had      seen      him      back      in      new      york      he      wouldn’t      be      saying      the      same      thing.      he      had      been      a      mess      in      new      york.      he      had      been      a      mess      as      a      teenager.      heck,      he      was      still      a      mess.      he      had      just      cleaned      himself      up      a      bit      to      try      and      cover      that      up.

          𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 on the shoulder causes a small frown to form; there’s a polite  ‘SORRY, DO WE KNOW EACH OTHER?’  just there, on the tip of his tongue and robbie turns to look at the stranger. does so properly and all the words die in his throat, lips parted slightly as the familiar features gaze at him from under all the make up and there’s almost an audible click in his head at THE REALIZATION. 

          “𝐎𝐇, 𝐖𝐎𝐖.”          – wasn’t that his FIRST HALLOWEEN PARTY that he properly participates in, robbie would have known of his friends’ love for revealing costumes and perhaps prepared himself for – WHATEVER he’s feeling at the moment. he blinks; gaze lowers down, lost in thought sorta way. –           “𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃? 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓– 𝐀𝐇, 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒."          somehow robbie forgets about the poor teacup and now there’s redbull and vodka all over his fingers. he puts it away quickly, wipes his hand on the robe and smiles at his friend. it’s a small smile. THOUGHTFUL. perhaps a little contemplative.          "𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓.”  

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓   𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 .              hand      moving      to      cover      mouth      bashfully.      eyes      cast      towards      feet.      he      was      strangely      𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎      like      this.      giving      him      a      muffled      thank      you      before      uttering      something      about      vada      and      andrew.      something      about      not      having      seen      them      yet.      something      about      wanting      to      go      find      them.      leaning      an      elbow      on      the      other’s      shoulder      he      leads      him      to      the      drinks      table.      this      is      where      he      pours      himself      a      shot.      and      down      the      hatch.      jack      was      more      than      used      to      this      kind      of      drinking,      so      of      course      he      barley      flinched.

he comes back, a smile settles much more into her features, SHE WANTS TO BE CHARMED, to be swooned by him. like it’s always been, the way he manages to make her stomach bubble with butterflies and she feels like a child. HOW UNEXPECTED HE SEEMS TO BE , the constant PRETEND FIGHTING, the fake hate that seems to help.  her brown eyes settle on his, and her head angles, letting go of the sleeve of his jacket. and holding gently the collar. eyes brighten and she bites her bottom lip. she wants to kiss him silly. make whatever this is , better. 

“ – we can totally have this party in the middle of fucking nowhere, if you want to. ” she suggests, swaying slightly.  she missed him, not really something she would voice but rather he’d show.  “ just us. ” 

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 .            hand      moving      to      push      back      dark      wavy      hair      from      face.      a      deep      huff      of      air      escaping      ash      stained      lips.      an      𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍      sigh.      he’s      cautious      to      get      close      to      her,      but      does      so      anyway.      keeping      darkened      eyes      fixed      on      her      form.      HE      HATED      THIS.      this      stupid      tension.      this      stupid      feeling      of      loss.      severe      loss.      and      yet      he      hadn’t      lost      her.      she      was      standing      right      in      front      of      him.      talking      straight      to      him.      spending      time      with      him.      just      him.      for      the      first      time      in      a      long      time.      it      was      just      them. 

“I think we did more than just get high in your room, Jackaboy.” Andrew spoke, teasing tone matching the smirk that rest on his face. He knew the nickname annoyed Jack, but that was THE FUN OF IT ALL. The teasing was part of THE FULL PACKAGE, the little thing they had. They pissed each other off, argued it out - or some other alternative - and then got over it. That was them. Still, he slung an arm over his shoulder and pulled him close. 

“But, we’ll keep that between us, huh?”

𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘   𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 .           queasiness      washed      over      him      suddenly.      it      was      a      strange      feeling.      remembering      what      they’d      done.      the      𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝      made      him      feel      physically      sick.      a      sudden      surge      of      anger.      towards      himself.      why      had      he      allowed      himself      to      do      that?      yes,      in      fairness      he      had      been      high.      but      still        ━━         he      should      have      known      better.