#cree.

he’s drunk — so drunk his vision is a mix of blurs, people before him practically doubled. cree's spent most of the night ranting to anyone willing to listen, every poor soul who’s stopped to check on him getting the same exhausted spiel. “ no ! no, ’m not . . . i’m not bothered, ” he declares, for what could quite possibly be the fiftieth time tonight. “ he’s allowed to date, y’know ? i’m happy for him. totally ecstatic about it. yup. ” he throws in a shaky laugh that lands nowhere near convincing, his words spilling out in a almost intangible slur that only emphasizes how un-ecstatic he sounds. no one, not even cree, is really buying it. he’s about to start up again, launching into his next impassioned rant, when he blinks and catches sight of the friend in question — koa. there's a familiar jab in his chest, a sense of dreed creeping in as he waits, watches for who might come following behind. “ koa !” he beams, lunges forward to pull him into a slightly too tight hug that also seems to last a little too long. “ so glad you made it, buddy. i’ve just been here . . . having a blast. ” words are paired with a wonky and somewhat sarcastif thumbs up. but he can’t help himself — eyes do another quick sweep of the room, his balance wobbly. “ where's boring — i mean, billy. where's billy ? " \ @invcntions

" i was trying to do that thing, you know, where i make a joke and hope everything works itself out. but, uh, it's not really happening. the elephant, though quiet, is still very much in the room. " because he can't stop thinking about it. memory may be a little fuzzy, but the words play over and over in his mind. a pause, a nervous glance. " what you said, at charlie's party, did you — did you mean it ? " @invcntions

" you know, i really hate to say it, " cree pauses, low chuckle sounding as he shakes his head, corrects himself quickly, " actually, no , that's a lie. i love saying it. i told you so ! " proud grin forms, and it's really not the time considering the situation they find themselves in. " so next time i tell you your idea is stupid, maybe you can listen. then we won't find ourselves stranded in the middle of freaking nowhere with zero cell service. " @slickvinyl liked for a starter ♡

he'd  woken  with  a  pounding  in  his  head,  throat  so  dry  no  amount  of  water  felt  like  it  gave  any  relief.  a  hangover  straight  from  the  pits  of  hell.  and  a  memory  that  was  hazy.  until  he  looked  down  at  his  hand,  saw  the  words  scribbled.  remembered  everything.  confessions  meant  to  be  held  a  little  longer,  to  be  spoken  in  different  setting  entirely.  now  he's  pacing  back  and  forth  in  front  of  koa's  door,  not  quite  sure  how  he's  managed  to  get  himself  out  of  bed  at  all.  but  he  knows  he  has  to  face  reality,  face  his  feelings.  sober.  hand  reaches  up  to  knock  on  the  door,  and  already  his  stomach  is  doing  flips. but of course, the moment the door opens, he's deflecting. biding his time. "i'm alive," he jokes, smile so falsely wide it actually hurts, arms outstreched in front of him like he's showing off. "it felt a little touch and go, i'll admit, but it's cree 1, alcohol . . . a solid 0.5."   \ @invcntions

poppy would've never guessed that she'd be at cree's front door after that new years kiss, but he had lended her his jacket that evening and she forgot to return it. it had been a few days since the party and she wanted to give him some space before meeting back up with him. she had no expectations of their future interactions, assuming the worst just in case he wanted to move on from the night. knocking on his door, she stepped back and waited patiently before the door swung open. "hey stranger," she said, flashing a warm smile. "thought you might need this back." she motioned towards the jacket she was holding in her arms. / @moonvvrites