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elliot ⇆ jagger [1:27pm]: jag, sometimes i hate being in pike. fuck that reed dude. i’m tired of seeing him in the kitchen when i’m trying to make eggs benny

         the backdoor swings open once again, and this time it’s who elliot assumes it will be, his oldest friend coming out to make amends. the darker haired boy sighs, turning to lennon and biting his lip. “mind giving us a few minutes?” he asks, and his blonde haired not-so-companion heads back inside the school, leaving the two boys alone. the look on jagger’s face isn’t immediately giving up what elliot has assumed he’s shared with his girlfriend, so a bitter elliot is ready, jumping immediately to conclusions as he usually does. “so, let me guess, you told her? filled her in on my drunk driving father and how you’re worried i’ll end up dead just like him?” elliot says irritably, bringing his fourth cigarette up to his lips and inhaling deeply to calm his nerves. “now i can deal with both of you babysitting me, right? that’ll be fucking great...”

           the evening had consisted mostly of drinking, smoking, and a little bit of kissing, but elliot was nowhere near ready to finish. he figured the weather would clear up any minute now and himself and his best friends would be able to head back to their house where he could ride out the rest of his cross faded evening alone in his bed, and until then, he was going to get as lost in his head as he could. “hey, guys,” elliot puts his arms around the shoulders of his closest friends, leaning on them for support as his legs wobbled. “the night’s still young, should we go light up another one of those j’s, indi?”

         flask in his jacket pocket and joints hiding away in his pack of cigarettes, elliot was prepared for the night he was about to spend at his best friends old alma mater. he’d never liked high school campuses, mostly because his own miserable experience had been one he would rather not relive. “i really can’t believe i let you two talk me into coming to this thing.” he slips his hand into his jacket pocket, feeling around for the flask to remind himself that he had his crutch if he needed it. “high schools give me the creeps. i’d hoped i’d never have to step foot in another, but here i am.”

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