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Blue Hair, Red Jacket.  Alex/Jonas. Jonas’s mom lives AU, student/TA, radio holder!Jonas

“Also, uh, quick question? Since someone won’t explain it to me.” Nona places a hand on her chest. “I had nothing to do with your bad choices, Al.” “Ugh. Anyways, Jonas… Do you remember what happened last night? At all? ‘Cause I sure as hell don’t, and the two mischief makers keep telling me to ask you.”

Blue Hair, Red Jacket.  Alex/Jonas. Jonas’s mom lives AU, student/TA, radio holder!Jonas

“I-” He hesitates for a second, cause he does recognize her, but— well, the hair is familiar enough, she’s by the windows in one of the end-of-day classes for his mom, but her face is familiar, too. His brow furrows. She really really looks familiar.

Blue Hair, Red Jacket.  Alex/Jonas. Jonas’s mom lives AU, student/TA, radio holder!Jonas

He must’ve dozed off at some point because the chime in his headphones is waking him up, from hazy dreams of a creaking dock and an abandoned building and an old book lit by flickering fluorescent lights. Alex on the beach. Booted feet on the metal grating of some kind of tower. A watchtower? Maybe.

Blue Hair, Red Jacket.  Alex/Jonas. Jonas’s mom lives AU, student/TA, radio holder!Jonas

It’s easier to access those weird almost-memories when he’s half-asleep. The clips play on the insides of his eyelids. The crackle off a bonfire. The crunch of stones underfoot in a forest lit by staggered light poles. The hum of an electric fence. Alex, or the idea of Alex, is woven through all of it and he can’t put his finger on why.

Blue Hair, Red Jacket.  Alex/Jonas. Jonas’s mom lives AU, student/TA, radio holder!Jonas

He hadn’t expected to see her until 7th period, when he usually shows up before or during 5th - and he doesn’t. He does, however, hear the crinkling of paper between his seat and the armrest.

Oh, also posted chapter 13/interlude D for this baby.