#laughs yeah

“  when have you ever known me to have a positive attitude?  ”   she throws her hands up in despair, genuinely wondering how he could answer the question in favor of his side of the argument. julia sits on a worn out beach chair at the edge of the dock. she has been, for a while now, at the request of wyatt. he told her he had something very important to do and wanted her to be there when he did it. and yet when she readily agreed, she didn’t envision the task taking–––– julia lifts her phone from her lap, her eyes fixate to the time flashing on the screen–––– an hour and twenty eight minutes.   “  and i’m sorry, wyatt, but seriously... how much longer do you need me here to watch you land your perfect cannonball?  ”

     it’s been almost two weeks since bunny died— william thinks of it that way because saying killed bunny feels a little more demoralizing than it did initially— and the snow still hasn’t let up. he checks the news every morning for news about the discovery of his body and still, nothing. he’s not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse. they’ve been asked of his whereabouts, but it’d been easy to lie about it; easy to say that they know next to nothing either because the nature of their friendship was unknown to nearly everybody else but the six of them. 

     he feels guilty about it, of course he does, but they were given no choice; william couldn’t let bunny keep winding them up like he was, and it was either him or everyone else. it wasn’t really a matter of self-preservation and more, simple logic. they couldn’t all burn to the ground, no, will would never let that happen. he’d save them— her, at the cost of anything, everything maybe. he’d save them from bunny, even themselves if it ever came to it.