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“Who do you think it is?”

“Don’t fucking play games with me, Burke. You gonna tell me or what?”

Nora’s reaction caused the stupid smile on Emmett’s face to widen. He scanned her from head to toe before chuckling dryly. “Turns out that I do. None of the books you’d find in the libary ware what I’d call ‘interesting’. More like ‘disgusting’, if you asked me. The only people who read that crap are Faith and her friends, not you.” He clearly wasn’t the oly one who’d taken something from the forbidden section, but everyone had different interests. Now Emmett was eager to know which item Nora’d fancied picking. 

“Don’t act like you know me.” Nora snapped. Looking up at Emmett, she saw that in some ways, they were alike. He was stiff with love, as perceived by Nora, and so was she. She couldn’t hate him entirely — he had seen her in her rawest state sometimes, and he wasn’t horrible.

“Hmm.” He nodded his head. “You should go talk to your friend and see who looks worse.”

“... Which friend?”

What was in that cotton candy? Essie stood stupid, her words caught in her throat. The route she intended to take, an apology, would’ve been out of obligation, not honesty. Avery deserved to hear what Essie said to her. It should’ve been Avery. It sounded too familiar – fuck. It should’ve been Peter. The same words, with similar results. Pain. It was the same thing… but it wasn’t. Essie was justified. Essie was right. 

Nora wasn’t sure what to say any longer. Was Essie not going to apologise? She merely looked down, chewing on her lip. “I should go back.”

Emmett laughed. There was absolutely nothing funny in Nora’s attitude, but he always found it amusing. “I get it. You’ve never seen to mind my dick, though.” He raised a brown in mockery, crossing his arms afterwards. “Something we both can agree on. Come on, Nora, what’s it that you’re hiding?”

“It’s a fucking book, alright?” Nora scoffed, clearly disinterested in talking further. Fucking was all he was good for in her mind, and being close seemed unappealing to the Dale girl. “Do you even actually care?” 

Masterlist of Memes

“What if I was looking for some peace and silence?” he asked, taking a seat on a patch of grass near Nora but not directly next to her of course. Too much was going on for his mind to process The festival was starting to suffocate him with its noise and mass of people brushing past him to get to booths. . “Just give me a minute to catch my breath and I’ll be gone,” he added, knowing his parents would eventually find him and drag him back if he didn’t return.

“... Fine.” She could tolerate Will, most definitely. He wasn’t a threat. She brought her knees up to her chin, gazing into the scenery in front of them both. “... Was the festival a lot to handle?”

“what?” faith said, a quizzical look and chuckle tumbling from her mouth. how had she gotten there? poor nora, always reaching. besides– “don’t you mean yours got sick of y o u? projecting a bit much, aren’t we, nora?”

"I’ll give you a minute to move before I make sure you bleed.”

Before Johnny had opened his mouth, he hadn’t noticed Nora behind him. If he would’ve seen her there, he probably would’ve picked up the pieces of what used to be his bike and left, considering the last time he saw her he was pulling her off of Essie in a fight. Of course he’d shown his bias in that moment, and Nora hadn’t been too happy about that. “Because Emmett’s Emmett. If I take it to him, I’ll have to hear him talk,” Johnny said, giving her a shrug.

“… Fair enough.” Nora replied, shrugging softly. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Johnny anymore. Did he consider her a friend, though? “Guess you’re gonna have to get a new bike.”

          Lily hiked up her skirt an inch or two, just enough to expose a strip of skin above her thigh highs. But what should’ve been pale from lack of sunlight was black, blue, and even sometimes red with writing: OVRDOS DROWN GUN-2-THE-HEAD (she’d drawn a smiley face next to that one)… Finding a bare patch, Lily uncapped the pen and pressed it into her thigh. “Suh-leap-wak,” she sounded out through her cigarette. It came out like S-⅃ -E-E-P-W-A-K. “Thanks,” she said, holding the pen back out to Nora.

“… What is that?”

It’s hard to focus on anything else when he’s with Nora. When she’s in front of him, she is his whole world. The only thing he can see. The only thing he can care about. Very few could hold a candle to Nora. Many he doesn’t let try. (And some just barge their way in there without asking). “ Take as much time as you need,” Danny’s voice broke with guilt. He hated asking this much of her. Knew she didn’t deserve it, knew he didn’t have the heart for it. Danny pretends he could not hear the Essie comment. That’s a topic for another time. 

A smile was painted over her lips, pushing hair behind her ear. “Idiot.” It was a soft insult, a funny one. She couldn’t stop adoring him if she tried. “Well, I may accept your apology. If you get me something good.” Sharing drugs might not be off the list, hopefully. “If you ever need to beat someone up after a deal gone wrong, I’m your girl.” Nora even felt as though they were close enough for her to offer. With others, she simply didn’t care enough. “Daniel... in all seriousness, you don’t have to put up a front. If you’re not okay, you can tell me.”

Freddy watched Nora as they walked together. It was hard not to; a laugh and a joke or two transformed her into an entirely new person. She was so inside of herself all the time– he wasn’t sure what sparked this sudden change of heart, but he would not be the one to break the spell and ask. Perhaps more shocking than her jokes was the fact that she was the one who did it, bringing up Essie so casually that Freddy almost missed the connection. He wasn’t sure what to say; he considered calling the waiter back, to change his order to something he didn’t want for a spare moment to think. By the time Freddy turned his head to call out, he’d disappeared with their milkshake requests behind the counter. “You know I have.”

“... Well?” Nora trailed off, looking down and thinking of what to ask. It was clear that Essie still meant an awful lot to her, even if she had managed to beat her ass. They were best friends. “Is she okay?” It was the first thing that came to mind, and she wasn’t sure how to phrase it. “I just... don’t want her to be...” Dead? Not okay?