#;harper

“No need to keep secrets, you can tell me.”

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Angelo groaned the second the elevator jerked before coming to an abrupt stop, the lights flickering along with it. He would’ve felt a little better if he was alone in this situation, but the girl standing beside him made him even grumpier over the whole thing. He quietly tapped on all the buttons before finally letting out a huff, kicking at the elevator doors in frustration. “Stupid. I’m not tryin’ to die in a fuckin’ elevator. Ya know, I wanna die old, where nobody fuckin’ remembers me. If I die in here, it’ll get the headlines. Sure, it’d be ‘local man and woman die inside elevator’, but that’s more credit than I’m lookin’ for.” Rolling his eyes, he cursed again before backing away from the doors. “You wanna have a go?”

 he counted it like another hole in his life without saying it out loud. because outwardly he was good, he was okay, he had everything settled and put together. outwardly things were great. but he was always counting holes, his mom dying, O leaving, the half stories of a dad he never met, the low pay on two different pay checks, and college because his mom wanted it. and he didn’t even know what he wanted. just small, counted holes. ignored whenever he got the chance. which was more than often. 

 distractions were easy to come by. and he had more than enough on his long running list. the latest was passing time with O’s friend who had just started college a while back, same as him. and he used to offer her to buy her lunch, common courtesy for a familiar face, he guessed. or maybe because O talked to her probably more than she talked to him and there was comfort in knowing that. he never talked to Harper much. but he remembers when she used to come around the apartment to see Octavia, or after school. she’d be there sometimes when he’d get back from work, Octavia rushing through asking - or more telling him- if Harper could stay the night.