𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 !

Evan takes in the way he’s nervously mumbling about with his words. He doesn’t have any full sentences to sew together from whatever was in front of him. There were no jokes, no playful comments, no references to anything about Star Wars. Something was going on that she didn’t know about, and the fact that it was in the context of a night she didn’t fully remember was beginning to shake her. She looks at his face to study his features, seeing the way his lips move, the details in them, the color. It was like she could feel them against her own, the pattern imprinted onto hers. Her eyes went wide when she realized that it wasn’t some kind of imaginative feeling, it was a real feeling. That’s when she thought of the conversation she’d had with her little brother, about the dream that she thought was a dream… maybe he was right. Maybe it was real, after all. In that case, she was most definitely doomed. “It’s so weird,” she tried to say casually as her body took on an awkward pose that went against her very nature, scratching the back of her head, “So, like… I was telling Enzo about this earlier that I had this weird dream last night about… me kissing someone at the party and then… like, in the school hallway. And it wasn’t just a peck it was PG-13 rated kind of stuff… I don’t know, it all seems kinda fuzzy to me. But anyway, Enzo was being weird and asked me if I was certain it was real, so I guess I’m just… did you see me with anyone else last night? Around or after midnight?”

       “  make sure you sleep a lot  .   and drink a lot of water  .   and  DON’T  forget to eat !!  ”    she’ll wiggle her finger at him  ,   putting a   “  serious  ”  look on her face  .     “  and i want daily check-ins  .  ”  

                      Her feet immediately stretch out after he sits, letting her long legs rest on his lap.   “ So, did you and Evan kiss at midnight ? “   Kass can’t help but ask, flashing him a wide smile.   “ Did you see the gossip blog gave you guys a 70% chance ?   That’s pretty high. “

Despite it being the last week of bootcamp, everyone was still pushing through like it was the beginning of training. Which was a good thing, don’t stop the momentum or else you’ll be fucked. Emmett knew this, it was his motto after all. However, that didn’t stop him from being his usual chaotic dumb self as he threw on a pair of ridiculous designed shades and began to take pictures of himself. Just as he was about to snap another photo of himself and pressed the button, he noticed too late the person behind him who got caught in his picture. “What, trying to get in on my fun?” he asked the other, pushing the shades up. “Sorry, if you wanna get in my picture, you’ve gotta have some cool shades.”

@gallagherstart​

he nodded in understanding. somewhere inside his head, drew knew that while his body could handle these types of rigor, he most likely would have the same attitude as oliver had it not been for blackthorne’s atmosphere. “ no pain, no gain. but at least.. you survived. “ he offered to the other. “ no offense to the others, but i think holding the boot camps right after the party really put them in a tight spot. “

finn sighed, looking around just in case somebody was looking, then just dropped his hand down on the table. “i was doing… so good– so great, i swear. i was so good on my times– but my fuckin…. I should remember to buy shoes with no laces next time, because of course… of course i would forget to tie them up twice so they don’t come undone– and of course i would not put my hands in first– hence, the nose.” finn had barely taken a breath as he spoke, his frustration growing stronger as he spoke.

– “RIGHT, THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT US BLACKTHORNE BOYS,” he scoffs with a sarcastic grin, “–– we’re so lucky.” he heaves a sigh, scratching the back of his head as he understands it’s not a particularly socially acceptable topic. “yeah, it’s definitely a LOT of running, especially for the guys that’ll be sitting in a computer chair for the rest of their lives,” louis says, “did you do a lot of training?”

            “  mon dieu  ,   i know  .  ”    a dramatic sigh  ,   she leans against her knuckle with a sigh  .    bootcamp ?   not her favorite thing  .   but if she can survive her first year  ,   she can make it through her next three !     “  just remember  ,   if i can do it  ,   you  can do it  -  and i am  SUPER  clumsy !  ”  

wyatt’s taking a break, her tests for the morning had come and gone and now she had just a few minutes to relax. enough, she supposes, to strike up a conversation with this kid. “if they’re gonna make you do the combat, they should at least make combat part of your curriculum,” she says, sitting on a bench nearby. “it’s a flawed system to say the least.”

                    “ You’re a true inspiration, Oli, “   Kass laughs, shaking her head.   “ Well, come join me on the couch, “   she pats the stop beside her, shifting over a bit to give him more room.   “ We can do nothing TOGETHER. “

He asked her what he remembered and the only thing Evan could think of was that something must have happened. Perhaps it was the thing she’d always dreaded; she said something about the deepest desire of her untouched heart. It made her even more tense as she squeezed the strap of her gym bag. “We were just hanging out and we started to play Truth or Drink,” she recalled, but as she searched through her mind, things started to go fuzzy and black right after she pulled out her phone to ask a question, “I don’t even remember what the first question was.” She shrugged. While she wanted to just pretend that everything was no big deal right now, even her laughter, that she wanted to sound casual, was actually unmistakably nervous. “Why? Do you remember?” she asked, rocking back and forth on her heels, “Did I do anything… I don’t know, completely embarrassing or something like that…?”

enzo  knew  he’d  be  getting  into  work  like  this  at  gallagher  -  and  eventually  after  he’d  graduated,  but  there’d  never  been  any  options  for  school  for  the  kid,  and  he  didn’t  have  much  of  a  say  in  any  other  career.  so  here  he  sits,  exhausted  as  hell  and  knowing  there’s  still  days  of  this  to  come.  "have  you  tried  coffee?“  probably.  "it  didn’t  work  for  me,  but  it  might  work  for  you.”

“RIGHT?!” Her voice almost sounded like a whine. Truth be told, in just half hour, she had done much more movement than she had in the entire year. Neither of her fields of study required this much movement. “Why can’t I just be my happily, unhealthy being all year round? I don’t need this. My heart doesn’t need to be put through this much effort.”

finn was completely startled, embarrassed about the chance of being caught speaking to himself. He looked up, taking off the ice pack off his face and just moved aside to give oliver more room to sit. “sure, sure. don’t gotta ask at all, just– yeah. welcome to my office,” he said, trying to appear cooler than he could be.

he  wants  to  vomit  —  as  he  suspects  most  of  the  students  do  (  at  least,  the  ones  with  sufficient  enough  hangovers  ),  but  enzo  knows  that  he’ll  be  fine  eventually.  it’s  just  the  waiting  for  eventually  part  that’s  getting  to  him.  bootcamp  has  kicked  his  ass  as  suspected  and  the  kid  just  wants  to  nap,  for  what  feels  like  the  first  time  in  his  life.  his  head  is  down  on  the  table  in  the  common  room,  resting  on  his  arms.  "if  someone  comes  lookin  for  me  —  tell  'em  ’m  dead.“ / @gallagherstart​

@oliversfm​

Evan had woken up the next morning with absolutely no memory of anything that happened after the start of the “Truth or Drink” game. She hardly even remembered the first question she asked Oliver as she nervously and excitedly stood next to him. She woke up, suddenly feeling more nervous and anxious about what could have possibly happened between them. Could she have completely embarrassed the both of them by revealing her feelings to him? Or worse, to anyone who could have been listening? The fear of that unknown was eating her apart. The best thing she could do was just sweat off the hangover, at least. And so she got dressed in brown leggings and a white t-shirt that tied in the front, white sneakers to match. She and the punching bag had quite a few good rounds until she felt a little more relaxed. She picked up her bag and headed down the hall before she stood completely still at the sight of her best friend just ahead. She didn’t know how to bring it up or how to even say hi to him, and yet the words were falling out of her mouth. “Hey, you,” she greeted, casually, yet awkwardly, approaching him, “Since you’re the last person I remember talking to, do I have you to thank for making sure I ended up in my own bed with all of my clothes on?” She chuckled, although she wanted to just evaporate.

                       “ Oh, gosh, yes. “     Her shirt was soak in sweat and her face was wet with sweat and tears. She was trying to see understand how they needed to participate when all they got to do was make and crack codes all day but it’s hard when her muscles are screaming in pain, begging for her to stop.     “ I’ll barely come out of this alive. I might not make it, who knows. It’s…it’s nice knowing you, Oli. “