#mackfm

“ do you remember when we were here? what was it -- five? six? years ago? ” she asks in a dreamy tone, and she knows it was six years ago. “ we shared a bottle of water. ”

    BEING WOODSTOCK BORN AND RAISED, the annual halloween party had gotten stale a long time ago. there were only so many years of watching mediocre fights break out while a bunch of randos dry - hump each other before you start to look for other means of entertainment. for trip, this means a tradition. you see, if there’s one thing he can’t resist, it’s a good story, so when he’d first heard the tale of the woodacre beast while surrounded by a bunch of inebriated young adults who could barely recognize their own shadow, a little idea had formed in the back of his mind. from that day onward, he’d take some time in the night every year to slip away and wait. wait for someone to inevitably wander into the woods on a dare, or for a clandestine meeting, or just to get a breath of fresh air. all it took was one person. snap a few twigs here, rustle a couple bushes there, suddenly they were running back to add just a bit of credence to the delectable story that is the woodacre beast. sure, maybe it’s a little messed up to scare strangers for a story and laughs, but most of these people were too fucked up to remember any of it the next day — no long term damage done. short term was another matter.

her summer with mack is one she’ll never forget. a summer of firsts, developing a fear for the dark because she started to believe in ghosts, and discovering her favourite flavour of ice cream because they shared one once. she’ll sigh longingly towards mack every time she recalls the moments they shared together, albeit few, but like every main character with more love stories to live, she’s (somewhat) over it and she can only hope mack is too. “ have you heard about the lizard people theory? ” she’d researched conspiracy theories the night before, knowing she’d be working with mack today. “ maybe jerry’s one of them. ”

seeing josie at woodacre barn was a weird thing to see. she had only gone a handful of times to parties but most people didn’t invite her to those kinds of parties where there was too much of that thing going on because despite being popular, she was still the pastor’s daughter. she was really only there because she was retracing her footsteps, trying to find her barrette that she had lost back during the halloween party. she had looked everywhere else and this was...well, her last resort because being alone in the woodacre barns gave her the creeps a bit. she had heard stories about ghosts and while her father told her there were no such thing, she wasn’t sure if she believed him. she bent down to see if she could see anything when she quite literally bumped into mack. she took a few steps back and said, “i’m sorry! wait...mack? what are you doing here?”

in  all  the  chaos  of  jerry  and  the  fire  and  the  hospital,  it’s  actually  been  some  time  since  kc  got  his  supplies  out  of  his  room.  the  living  room  isn’t  exactly  a  far  distance,  but  there’s  more  space  down  here.  between  mack  and  her  board  and  kc,  a  sketch  pad  and  his  favorite  drawing  pencils,  they’ll  need  it.  ❛   jamie’s  at  work,  should  just  be  you  and  me  for  a  while,   ❜  he  takes  a  seat  on  the  floor,  table  usually  in  the  middle  of  the  room  pushed  all  the  way  to  the  edge  so  the  center  is  clear  for  them.  he’s  set  out  a  couple  bowls  of  chips,  in  the  spirit  of  snacks  and  good  hosting.   ❛   i  talked  to  marty  about  the  dude,  so  i’m  hoping  between  the  two  of  us  we  can  get  kinda  close  ?   ❜

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