#danvin

First and foremost, for you newbies (and maybe a reminder for you oldies too) – this isn’t just a fluffy high school fic, it gets dark. I will try and remember to put warnings above each chapter but please check the bottom of this post for a full list.*

None of the characters reflect their IRL counterparts and are merely characterisations.

The story is mostly, I hope, a faithful recreation of the original give or take a few pacing issues and (fingers crossed) an evolved writing style. However, as the title says it is a remastered version and there may be some scenes missing/changed/replaced.

A certain someone who was once relevant to the plot has been removed and replaced with ‘Daxton’ and, despite the fact I hope they never read this, as per their wishes Lindsay’s character uses they/them pronouns now. (Although I may slip up here and there, please let me know when I have!)

Finally, I just wanted to say thank you for reading (or re-reading) what was my first major project as a teenager. At the time of posting, the original is eight years old. Despite its flaws, I had a lot of fun re-reading it and if you want a laugh, I’d recommend putting the two pieces side by side and play a game of spot the differences. There are some dialogue choices you just can’t improve upon.

So, sit back, relax, grab a pop tart, and enjoy.

*Known trigger warnings: Self-harm, emotional abuse, homophobia, bullying, teen pregnancy, miscarriage

Gavin took a moment to look down at where he was holding his side, seeing the blood on his hand, his shirt.

“Uh.... no?”

Not the most convincing of ways to try not to show that you’re bleeding, but it was all Gavin could think of for the moment.

“Come on now, sit down and let me help.”

Gavin obeyed, moving himself down to the floor slowly, wincing as he bent what had been injured. 

“What even hit you?”

“Dunno. All a blur. Didn’t even know I was bleeding till you said something. Didn’t hurt till then, either.”

It was the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Gavin leaning into Dan as he sat down behind him. 

“Lift your shirt.”

Gavin moved it, whining softly as Dan moved his hands to touch it. 

“Not much we can do here, but... it’s not that bad. Could be worse. Lets get home.”

Gavin nodded, lowering his shirt and sighing.

“Gonna patch me up like the good days?”