#hethr

he hates this town. san clemente had its viciousness, but it was all knowable. and there was understandable motives behind it. money, and drugs, and power. rational motives. out here it’s just cruelty for cruelty’s sake. it’s why brendan keeps himself out of it. he’s only been here for a few months now, and he’s done his best to avoid all the mess. the most he’s done is punch out one football player who deserved it.

it’s why he keeps to himself in the cafeteria. a book and lunch and a general urge to ignore everyone he can. not even a real fight over the past few weeks, enough where his knuckles are healed over and he feels a little more invisible. good.

             strains of metallica drifted from within the half-finished walls of the construction site. louder than necessary , but not loud enough to garner too much attention. unless someone was looking for it , like the cops that’d been sitting on this place since the junior-senior prom. since a handful of them opted to ditch and have their own party amidst the debris , jutting rebar , and floors and walls that gaped out into the night air. this was the first week that no cops had been spotted , likely figuring it to be a one and done incident , which meant that it was the perfect location for a bunch of teenagers to get hammered.

billy tugged a swath of plastic sheeting aside , mockingly bowing to heather with a cigarette dangling from between his lips.   “  ladies first.  ”   neil would kill him if he got arrested for dicking around here. would kill him for interrupting his weekend away with susan. would kill him because , hell , had he ever even liked having a kid? ever even wanted to be a dad? but it was sit at home by himself       max was gone to her dad’s       or have some fun. heather made the decision easy. take her out to get shitfaced , get his dick wet. 

no brainer.

heather vc; HERE TAKE MY MONEY !!!

              ‘ WHAT MOVIE ? ’ curious question from a curious girl . ‘ rom-com ? horror ? action ? ’

        he almost spits out his drink upon hearing the words, but manages to act at least somewhat calm. the secret identity thing had a lot of affects, but he was really not expecting heather of all people to be interested in spider-man. god, if only she knew. she’d probably kill him, or something.

         ‘‘ HEATHER, BABE, DON’T SAY THAT. ’’

his hand moves to rest against her cheek, thumb tracing along her cheekbone while his head tilted to one side, big brown eyes looking at her both confused and slightly sad.