@devilslayr
‘ CAREFUL. ITS HOT. ‘
its a steaming tray of chicken parmigiana over penne pasta, bought with pool money from a mom-and-pop take out place tucked into the corner of a strip mall; dean had sworn up and down on it’s authenticity to the italiania. sam doubted that, though it did smell good, regardless; he decides to leave it up to avery. sam acquiesces the tray by the tips of his nails, careful when he places it. he steps back into a sore stretch, thudding the backs of his calves into his bed. sam gives, buckles into a puff of a breath, loud when he thumps into the mattress. an age old ache fingers into his spine across a thick knot of white scarring, splintering through his muscles. ‘ hey ... if you could go to college--i mean, if you ever decide on it, or want it.. what do you think you’d want to do? ‘
