#martytsui

     TRIP’S BEEN AWAKE FOR ABOUT 10 minutes now, though he’s made no effort to move in all that time. the reason ? his arm is stuck, trapped beneath marty’s side as they face him, eyes still closed. he could easily pull his arm free, but that would risk waking them, and there’s something about the gentle rise and fall of their breaths that makes him not want to do that——not yet anyway. for now he just wants to hold tight to the moment. relish in it. let his mind wander and question when he’d last woke up feeling this warm and comfortable and safe. there’s a dull pounding in his head, and his feet hurt — leftovers from the party the night before — but he doesn’t mind. not now. not with their legs tangled together under the covers, a perfect snapshot of their childhood.

he  feels  weirdly  calm  all  things  considered.  fingers  tap  a  quiet  pattern  onto  the  steering  wheel,  like  they’re  on  their  way  to  the  grocery  store  and  not  to  commit  a  crime  [  he  thinks  it’s  a  crime.  he’s  pretty  sure  lying  to  cops  is  a  crime.  ]  they  come  to  a  stop  light  and  kc  takes  the  moment  to  look  over,  chooses  first  to  touch  on  the  lightest  thing  he  possibly  can  before  there’s  inevitably  nothing  else  to  talk  about  except  what  they’re  actually  going  to  do.   ❛   so,  are  you  and  trip  a  thing  again  ?   ❜

❛   sooooo,  what  kind  of  horror  are  we  going  for  ?   ❜  for  his  own  good,  trip  has  been  blissfully  excluded  from  tonight’s  movie  showing.  and  kc’s  now  singular  roommate’s  been  up  in  his  room  for  a  while  now.  marty  and  kc  haven’t  quite  taken  over  the  living  room  yet,  but  he’s  hoping  that’ll  be  the  case  once  snack  selection  waiting  in  the  kitchen  is  set  out.  ❛   like,  supernatural-haunting-evil,  or  slasher-evil,  or  both  ?  demons,   or  no  ?   ❜  he’s  only  perched  on  the  arm  of  the  couch,  not  wanting  to  get  comfortable  unless  he  doesn’t  have  to  get  up  again  until  the  end  of  the  first  movie.  ❛   it’s  fucking  cold,  right  ?  do  you  want  another  blanket  ?   ❜

josie was sitting at the counter at freddy’s, sipping on a milkshake and eating the occasional fry. this became a bit of a regular routine for her ever since everything had happened. she needed something to do, somewhere to be, that didn’t remind her of the fact that jerry was gone and that her job was gone too. she smiled as she heard one of her favorite songs play on the jukebox. finally, she thought, a respite. she was singing along to the song, getting lost in the music that she didn’t notice marty sit next to her until she went to grab another fry. “oh, marty!” josie beamed, offering the other a fry. “fry?”

objectively,  this  is  the  sort  of  situation  where  there’s  a  lot  to  complain  about.  he’s  in  pain,  even  with  the  pills  sitting  on  his  bedside  table,  he’s  gonna  have  to  answer  to  a  hospital  bill  that’ll  take  him  two  lifetimes  to  pay  off,  he  kind  of  misses  the  hospital  pudding.  mostly,  though,  he’s  so  fucking  bored.  take  it  easy  his  doctor  had  said  upon  freeing  him  from  what  had,  at  the  time,  also  felt  like  the  least  interesting  place  on  earth.  he  thought  being  home  would  be  better,  but  aside  from  visits,  mostly  he  feels  just  as  restless.  it’s  a  huge  relief  when  the  door  opens  across  the  room  to  marty.  ❛   my  hero,   ❜   he  starts,  flopping  back  onto  his  bed,  and  immediately  wincing.  ❛   i  didn’t  think  it  was  possible  to  feel  like  i  have  nothing  to  do  with  so  much  random  shit  in  this  room.   ❜

she’s desperate for a piss and the queue for the bathroom is ridiculously long. for a second, she debates squatting behind a bush, but decides to quickly scan to see if she can spot anyone she recognises. luckily, she finds marty towards the back and she rushes towards them, not caring how obvious it is by her walk that she’s holding it in. “ marty! ” she pleads with her eyes. “ please? ” she asks, despite the groans coming from the people behind them.

he  was  taking  a  break  anyway,  shifted  to  the  sidelines  away  from  the  center  where  he’d  spent  most  of  his  time  in  the  night.  he’s  not  nearly  out  of  energy,  but  the  combination  of  general  heat  and  bodies  moving  around  had  left  him  in  desperate  need  of  something  to  drink.  he’s  finished  off  a  bottle  of  water,  eyes  bouncing  around  the  crowd  for  someone  familiar  when  someone’s  hand  wraps  around  his  arm.  attention  pulled,  smile  appears.   ❛   oh,  hey  !   ❜   marty’s  mouth  definitely  moves,  but  it’s  loud  and  they’re  tiny,  so  he’s  not  sure  exactly  what  he’s  nodded  in  agreement  to  when  she  begins  tugging  him  away.  when  they’re  a  little  further  from  the  music  he  leans  in  closer,    ❛   where  are  we  going  ?   ❜

she’d accidentally picked up a copy of dangerous liaisons in middle school and discovered her new favourite genre: erotic literature. lex’s reaction to her reading it in church made her realise it’s absolutely not acceptable to read these kind of books in public. however, with age comes wisdom, and now she knows to wrap the covers of her saucy books with paper. turning the page of whatever the 90s equivalent of 50 shades of grey is, she giggles as if she’s never been kissed before, which might as well be true. suddenly, the door opens. “ oh my god, ” she gasps, jumping to her feet and holding the book behind her. “ i wasn’t peeing. ” she’d been sitting on the toilet with the seat down, cross legged, and forgot to lock the door of the cubicle.