boyish

— PLEASE BEWARE if death, the indication of murder and / or violence triggers you.

Natalia Dyer for Lady Gunn Magazine

“listen     ” a heavy sigh escaped maron’s lip. “i’m not really good at this kind of stuff, so bare with me. with basically everyone back home for the memorial, i’ve tried to make it my goal to make amends with everyone. i’ve had a lot of time to reflect on my past decisions and i realized life’s too short to be such a bitch, y’know?      i don’t remember all the shitty things done but i’ve either screwed you or screwed you over, so..” she shrugged, “i guess what i’m trying to say is i’m sorry. i’m not the maron i was a year ago.”

         matty peers at maron-- she can tell, despite every instinct telling her otherwise, that the blonde’s words are genuine. she even manages a small little smile, nodding her head with a shrug of her shoulders. “you were the least of my problems in high school, honestly. i mean, yeah, you weren’t always nice-- but no one was.” she laughs a little bit and rolls her eyes. “i forgive you. for whatever it is you’re apologizing for.”

         “kinda surprised to see you around here.” casper grumbles, kicking his sneaker against the concrete. he can’t really remember the last time they’ve spoken – he was probably drunk one time at a party, but he can’t say he’s too excited about their return. to be fair, though, cas isn’t a fan of anyone, really. cigarette in hand, he exhales the smoke in their direction, blatantly being an ass, and flashes the other a pretend smile. “back for the memorial? not surprised. from what i’ve seen, the town is flooded with people from high school right now.”

         “trust me, i’m not stoked on it.” matty crosses her arms over her chest, jaw setting slightly. she’s eyeing him carefully, trying to decide if she’s annoyed to see him, or relieved that someone else is just as over this whole thing as she is. she rolls her eyes as smoke hits her face, saying, “if you’re gonna blow smoke in my direction, at least offer me one.” she purses her lips slightly, shrugging. “yeah, well. guess that’s what happens when mass tragedy strikes.”

        being a rookie blue he often times found himself picking up odd chores in hopes of pleasing the folks higher up, in seek of a faster climb to the top. you see, dallas is a fan of the phrase ‘don’t work hard, work smart’ and that’s something he’s implemented in his life throughout the years, but specially since he decided to dedicate himself to the force. he knows for a fact the good guy never wins, so he has to be better, do better, than any of his same level colleagues. paying for the coffees he’d been waiting out on, the male gives the barista a dry smile before picking up the very specific orders he’s grown to memorize, hastily making his way out the door. it’s with this same rush and cursory disregard that he ends up bumping into someone, or from his point of view, that someone runs into him, their shoulders colliding in such a way that leads him to drop the freshly powered cups of hot liquid. “you have gotta’ be fucking kidding me!” 

        the only thing that’s going to get matty through this trip is a big cup of black coffee, and she knows that for a fact. being back home isn’t exactly at the top of her things she’s excited for-- neither is attending mia’s memorial service. but she’d practically be crucified if she didn’t return home for the spectacle; she’s sure everyone who’d lived there for as long as mia was alive was going to be in attendance. she’s walking with purpose towards the coffee shop from her beat up truck, glancing down at her phone as she feels a jolt-- when she looks up, feelings the hot coffee on her feet, she can’t help but grit her teeth as she sees who it is. “you have gotta be fucking kidding me is right,” she rolls her eyes, taking a step back. “watch where you’re fuckin’ going, coleman.”

“You’re pretending like everything is okay. You know, like we didn’t… like we didn’t kill Barb. Like, it’s great,  like we’re in love and we’re partying. Yeah let’s party, huh? Party, we’re partying. This is bullshit.”