#campfright

a soft knock on an already wide open door seemed like the polite thing to do as he didn’t wish to disturb kaitlyn or whoever was with her .  curious eyes glanced about the office only to find it empty of any of the kids .  brows pinched together in a moment of confusion on what kept her as he came to lean against the doorframe . 

❝ so i’m here to get you to come to the hall for dinner .  the guys were starting to ... worry . ❞   memory flickered back to the beginnings of wild stories and ramblings both jacob and dylan collaborated on on what possibly could’ve happened to their fellow councilor .  ryan obviously didn’t linger around for too long to hear much .

          Still trying to process what had happened and regain his breath from running, Nick was a little late in responding to Abi’s question of concern. That—thing—that attacked them had been thrown off their trail, at least, but he hadn’t been so lucky to escape unscathed. His hand was pressed tightly against his side, where sharp claws had torn easily and aggressively into his flesh. Despite the pressure applied, the warmth of blood could be felt pooling against his palm and seeping between his fingers.

He only glares at her through her laughter. He knows he deserves this, deep down somewhere, so he doesn’t interrupt. Just stands there quietly as she lets it all out. The knowledge nor his compliance make him any less annoyed though. This is exactly what he meant. Out of all the people Chris could have attacked it just had to be the most smart-ass, uncooperative kids.

“ I wish I could , I really wish I could . “ He cryptically responds. The words are genuine despite their vagueness and despite Travis’s lack of emotional expression. There is nothing he would want more than to let them go, unharmed, and to never see either of them again. Leave this all behind him. He bends down to place the platter of food he brought for her on the ground. It’s just a bowl of soup and a few pieces of bread. He gently pushes it inside before raising again.

          To say Nick felt bad was an understatement. Waking up with little to no recollection of what had happened was alarming, but learning the things he’d said to Abi leading up to his transformation was even worse. From what he’d been told, he’d pretty violently thrown or shoved her across the room. He could’ve seriously hurt or killed her, and he had a hard time believing any it was true. In fact, he didn’t want to believe that it was. Nick just couldn’t imagine ever mistreating her that way when he cared so much about her; more than he’d been able to properly express. He didn’t view Abi as just some girl or some sort of summer fling. He genuinely liked her and she was important to him.

          Even though losing control of his emotions and lashing out was due to the infection spreading, it didn’t do anything to make Nick feel less guilty. He couldn’t apologize enough for what he’d done, and as if his insecurities weren’t already bad enough by making him doubt himself and his worth, now he had a hard time believing that Abi would want to stay in touch with him. Understandably, he’d scared her. The person who she was supposed to feel safe with had turned on her, and how was she supposed to just forget about it and go right back to trusting him? Werewolf curse or not, he couldn’t expect that of her.

                 history. it has a REDUNDANT nature of repeating itself, so she can’t help but roll her eyes the way jacob seems to be bragging. he was equal parts a braggadocious & sensitive jock but, he could be ENDEARING in some ways. this was not one of those moments as kaitlyn takes a sip of her drink.  ❝ uhuh, ❞ she states with a lack of ENTHUSIASM in her voice. almond eyes peer up at the taller male, before telling him,  ❝ is that what you and emma call it? a distraction from all the bullshit. ❞ anyone could see that there was something more going on between them. for kaitlyn? maybe just PINING from afar on the sexy, brooding sailing instructor was enough for her.

         the thing about distractions is that eventually they stop becoming DIVERSIONS for whatever it is you’re running away from. she knows the DANGERS of getting into a summer fling, it’s the SLIPPERY slope of gaining feelings or not. it’s an UPHILL hike to either getting hurt or not. so in a way, kaitlyn is worried about him.  ❝ careful, jake. i would say you’re catching feelings. at this point you’re going to be saying, emma do you love me ? are you riding?❞

        she takes the moment to dip her fry into her ketchup before a smirk appears on her face.  ❝ this is not going to distract me from the fact that you’ll still owe me when i’m RIGHT about this.❞

He sighs, takes another swig of his drink. All her questions have been making him gradually more uncomfortable. But, he has to remind himself, this is him trying to ask for her help. He might not be the best with people but he knows that trust is a two way street. 

“ 6 years . “ He answers honestly. His family’s been fucked up for much longer than that. But that’s definitely not something he wants to go into detail about. He gave her the analogy. She’ll just have to figure it out from there. She’s been acting like such a smart ass anyway.

“ I’ve been sheriff for 6 years . Since the first infection . “ He recalls. It’s a safer topic, his job. He absent mindedly fixes the star on his uniform. He still keeps the burnt one around. A keepsake. 

comforting sentence starters / accepting !

   ❝ well, you CAN'T. ❞ he hates to hear himself - so loud,    so unhinged. to raise his voice at her is one of his worst    fears ... he knows all to well the strain it can weigh on    their relationship. but his anxiety lives on his sleeve, out    lasting his heart. max bites his tongue - but it's too late,    the words have delivered their punch. an undeserving one.    she's just trying to connect with you. empathize. comfort.    what kind of MAN did that make max ? ( if he was even    still a man at all ... ) was he weak to need support ? was    he even weaker to deny it ?