#memorytaken

          it’s been two weeks , now , since they all loaded up their shit into that ugly-ass painted van and toted their way across the country to yet another place where the sun never stops shining.  though , corey is convinced thus far that los angeles has way more to offer than miami ( which is much smaller ) , and she isn’t sure whether she’s excited about that or not.  keeping that thought.

          so , maybe he’d tried to slip past her in the most mediocre way known to man - but he almost had it.  and denying that his train of thought involving ‘ i almost had that ’ is a complete lie on his behalf , jacket instead focuses on keeping his left hand concealed by any means necessary.  unfortunately , however , when she approaches and begins to yank the letterman back to reveal what’s hidden beneath , he digs his fist ( five fingers - minus one ) into his side---- and he’s instantly reminded of what isn’t there.  an ache spreads up his arm.

UR SO SWEET I'M GONNA DIE

i feel like u would love to know a pretty girl walked thru my school dressed like WW today while she was campaigning for a student union position,,, i was so gay,, she looked so much like a short gal gadot,,,

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          previously , jacket was downstairs in the bedroom organizing a bag needed for the trip to be soon taken.  he’d put another outfit in there , surprisingly , just in case it called for a night’s stay at a hotel or just a rest in the van - and headed back up to the living room.  though , as he ascended the first set of stairs - then the next - then the next - the darkness at the top of the last flight is what seems to unnerve him.  he makes his steps slow , progressing forward.

          she isn’t talking to just him.  from the tone of her voice combined with the words said , jacket sends his vision along the room and around the corner as he finally steps into the living area.  a squint , brows furrowed into the darkness that gaze isn’t well-adjusted to yet.  where is he ?  no time to worry about that right now.

          jacket reaches the couch.  he moves one of the pillows over , gently sits down beside her with a hand steadily placed on her thigh.  it’s strange to him that she’s covered up - the touch of fabric against the palm of his hand catching him a bit off-guard.  “ you okay . . . ? ” body twists , left hand reaching to brush a bit of her hair behind her ear.  and that’s when he hears it.

          jacket moved to the floor only a few moments ago - never taking his eyes off his phone screen for a single second to see where he was going.  in his attempt to do so without completely obliterating the little area she has set up , he had reached with his free hand to gently push one of the foxes aside so his weight wouldn’t crush it when he flopped onto the floor.  sometimes , he’s a lot to handle like that.