#darkrccm

continued from here, with @darkrccm​

Being the newest outcast at a prestigious high school didn’t seem as bad as shitty ABC Family movies made it seem  -  then again, Jonas was one to let things roll right off of his back. And this was especially made easy with his newfound friendship with Rachel Amber, who he found himself texting more often than he had initially expected. Jonas cherished his friendships but found them more difficult to maintain ever since he moved, for what was now the second time. In all honesty, his connection with Rachel was an accident: he normally had no time for popular girls, thinking the drama was a waste of time. At least when it came to Victoria Chase.

Jonas didn’t mind the lack of friendships, really. It was early in the semester, they would come eventually, and he liked to explore new areas by himself. It was dangerous in retrospect, but he’s pretty sure he could take any of these small town hicks if they tried him. A whole day of walking around another town, since he was already finding himself sick of Arcadia Bay, was mostly successful. And a quick Google search of places that were still open this late at night found him in a little coffee shop, awkwardly standing in line waiting for his hot chai and scone. It’s a bit uncharacteristic of him, he was never one to indulge in something like this, but it felt right, especially with the autumn weather turning into winter.

He doesn’t even notice Rachel until he receives his things. It’s when he’s awkwardly standing there, trying to figure out where to sit, when his eyes land on her. His face breaks into a little smile, and he beelines towards her, placing his things down on top of the table she’s doing her work on, pausing before speaking so he can take a sip of the chai. Lips curl into a smile around the mug, and he looks down at her.  “I can’t get rid of you it seems,”  Jonas chuckles, taking his seat across from Rachel. 

                                    THE ONE THING that Luke could say about this moment is that it lacked the awkwardness that any other day would have provided and this would be true even if he were sober and could remember. His question in of itself was an innocent one that he could have phrased a lot better like Do you think someone could find me attractive ?  or something along those lines but he was happy with the response nonetheless , even though his only reaction had been to hum in minor confirmation of his listening as he finished the doodles on his palms. 

SOON AFTER he would turn to his company , brown eyes under a veil  ----  a glaze of intoxication from his lovely, lovely edible and a goofy grin could be seen forming within his expression as their gaze had locked. “ Look at my hands and tell me that isn’t bad ass. “ He’d say referring to the silly doodle of ship in a bottle only, beneath the floating ship had been a rather large squid leaving room for his following comment. “ Release the fucking K R A K E N . “ --- and , yes. He is laughing now without any other reason than the belief that he is just -- that -- damned ---- funny. 

starter call   //   @darkrccm​

He had been summoned from his bed twenty minutes ago, and Jonas was still trying to decide whether or not this was still a good idea. Rachel, on their phone call exactly twenty minutes ago, had been practically shouting at him over the background noise of Vortex Club members chatting loudly at Two Whales. They had gotten dinner real quick and were now on their way back to campus to load up the rest of the folks so they could go to the haunted house a bit of a ways away from campus. Having stayed up late the night before with Rachel, talking and laughing and doing homework, Jonas refused the Two Whales offer to go and take a nap in his room before they moved onto the nights attractions.

Watching from the sidelines as Zachary kept dunking Logan’s head into the bobbing for apples water filled him with enough anxiety. Jonas couldn’t imagine the mess they left at the Two Whales booth. So Rachel’s phone call waking him up was expected, but he still found himself rubbing sleep from his eyes, putting his shoes and beanie on, all while trying to hype himself up for this. Rachel had said they wouldn’t have to do the haunted house with the Vortex Club, and she’s hoping they stick to that.

He’s smoking in the parking lot when the parade of rich kid cars come bounding in. Jonas doesn’t jump at the chance to meet Rachel until he catches her hopping out of a SUV, Logan’s presumably - Dana in shotgun, laughing about something. He sucks in a final drag and snuffs the cigarette out on the side of a brick planter, discarding the butt of the cigarette properly before catching up with Rachel. A smile lifts up his tired face.

                                     her     𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕     &     𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚     is     fiery                                              𝑜𝘩...    but     she     𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠                                      like     sleep     to     the     freezing                                       𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵     &     𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵     &     𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭                                         i’m     all     but     𝑊𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐸𝐷                                 in     the     𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆     of     her     𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

@darkrccm​  has  asked  ...  ‘your   tie   is   crooked.’   to  nathan

“Fuck,”  he breathes, looking at himself in the mirror. He thought he had gotten better, Nathan had gotten better, but things seemed to take a turn the second he got the call from Kristine. They had thought they were able to run away from all of this, but Arcadia Bay and its demons had their ways. They snuck right back into his life, forcing him back in the Prescott manor one last time. One last time. Just these few weeks and he never has to see it again. Never has to see him again. Hands twitch, fuck up the knot in his tie. He curses, slamming fists against porcelain sink and untying it once more.  “Third times the charm, right?”  he hisses to himself. 

Sean Prescott didn’t have a funeral. He was held in the prison morgue for a few days and then Nathan called them, asked if they can cremate him immediately. They asked if he wanted to see his father one last time. The silence on the other end answered their question. And Nathan told them he’d provide the urn for the ashes, and then he hung up, went out in the back, sparked up a cigarette and fought back tears the entire night. Rachel came home with Thai food and picked at her meal at Nathan’s side, head on his shoulder, fork teasing food into his mouth. 

Sean Prescott doesn’t deserve a funeral, but Nathan gets dressed for one anyway. And it takes five tries to knot his tie, not three. Fourth time gets screwed up by Nathan staring at it in the mirror, remembering when he was fourteen and attending Blackwell Academy orientation and Sean took his collar in his grip, laid it flat and placed a tie underneath it. Calloused hands showed Nathan two different kinds of tie knots and they silently drove to the academy. He’s not here to show me now, the thoughts began, and the tie was too short in the front. Another redo, and he was ready. Just in time for Rachel calling him from the foyer.

“What?”  He asks, immediately starting to shake. Nathan beelines to the desk chair in her room, turning it so it is facing her bed and he can dig his elbows into his knees. He rakes his mind trying to remember what happened last night, but nothing is coming to him. It’s not as if he has a lapse in his memory for a few hours - when he digs through what happened yesterday he can’t even remember what happened the second he walked into Blackwell.  “Are... Are you sure?”

The last big thing he remembers is going home after the talk he had with Mark, two days ago, with the sun setting visible from the photography lab’s windows. But ever since then, his body has been on autopilot. Nathan barely remembers driving to the Prescott manor, per Mark’s instructions, to “talk to his father.” The anxiety took over, and it seems that he dissociated his way through these last couple of days. The last bit of reality he remembers is the fight he had with his father, but it was hard to forget that considering the amount of damage done to his face.

Sean Prescott didn’t take particularly well to the news. Mark had lost the Rachel Amber lead, and even though no names were dropped, all signs pointed to Nathan. So he took the brunt of the fight, if you could even call it that with Nathan practically lying there just taking it all - not even bothering to fight back even when Sean’s fist broke his nose. But Nathan had to keep moving, because his nose was held in a splint without him even realizing it. As he thinks about it more, memories slowly come flooding back. The way Rachel nearly exploded seeing his face, the chat they had during their lunch period outside on the lawn. Nathan finding himself in his car, driving to her house...

“You what?”  She says, finally poking up from her spot on Rachel’s bed. After both getting invites to a smoke session with a couple of skater boys, they decided to just buy their own and smoke together in Rachel’s dorm. This happened more often than not, getting invited to smoke with a small group of boys most likely meant they wanted something more than smoking partners, and if Rachel also received an invitation the two girls figured it would be better to just hang out together, and do it themselves. However, the sentence that just left Rachel’s lips is something Dana can barely recognize. Before Dana can even ask her to repeat it, Rachel is already shot up from her spot, digging through drawers and throwing a little mesh baggie at Dana, tied shut.