#hewasgood

       he just wants a fucking break.

given half a choice, david would take this entire day off, talking to nobody and dealing with nothing. it’s nice out, after all. he wants to sit in the sun and relax, for once. but these kids -- these petty fucking criminals who think they’re the shit -- play on his mind every time he even thinks about sitting down too long. 

          this macmillan kid? he can’t get shit on him, and it’s driving him insane.

it’s harassment to follow him around, and david knows it, but that hasn’t kept him from tailing the boy for the last hour, cigarette in one hand, the other on his holster, praying that nathan gives him the fucking excuse to actually use the damn pistol at some point. (there’s always a thrill in it.)

          ❝ drive-in, tonight. it’s in the form of a STATEMENT, because you don’t have a choice. if i don’t see you there, i’ll never forgive that betrayal. ❞ he offers the other a brief smile, arms crossed as he leans with his shoulder against the wall. YES, he let himself in; NO, aiden didn’t make a fuss about it. in fact, jughead’s convinced aiden was half-dead when he walked in. 

          it was a STUPID idea from the start -- no matter how many times violet ( and isaiah ) tried, ivan’s confidence wasn’t boosted enough for this. he was excited in the beginning, excited to see just how it may play out -- and he was only four classes into the day before he found himself hiding in the bathroom. he wouldn’t call it HIDING, per say, but anyone else would.

          it’s the staring he has a problem with -- as much as he likes attention, THAT wasn’t the kind he was seeking out. he’s never been judged for being gay in particular, but this might be the thing that does him in. hell, ivan doesn’t even want to look in the mirror as he wipes the make up from his face. he makes a mental note to thank his mother for tossing some wipes into his bag before leaving.

          if you asked ivan, several months ago, if he’d be here.. he would have LAUGHED. sure, the way he feels for nathan makes his chest ache and his stomach fill with butterflies, but he never thought they’d get to this point. after all, ivan’s only a SOPHOMORE, and nathan’s senior year is rapidly coming to an end.

          he sits quietly in bed now, waiting for the other to show up. it’s already late, but ivan’s never been the BEST at planning. he takes a moment to thank god violet has no problem with him letting boys come over and spend the night.