#mitchellmorrison

leaky sat at the edge of the pool staring at his phone. fuck, fuck, fuck. this couldn’t be happening. she didn’t really know right? she wasn’t doing this right? well, he hoped it was her, the thought of another knowing his secrets was almost enough to send him over the edge. fear and anger swarmed his veins, and he looked up, wondering if he was the only one or not. but everyone else seemed so calm, so collected, that he felt so alone. but there were the words on his screen. 

it was tempting, to reach for a drink, to drown it all. but he couldn’t, knowing the outcome that would lead to. quickly he thought through those he knew, all the thoughts he thought. who was the most inappropriate? what was the most inappropriate? and as he glanced around he saw them there, mitch. hanging out across the way. maybe he couldn’t say his true thought to the oldest morrison, but she hadn’t specified who. so in a swift moment he pulled himself up to his feet, shoved his phone into his pocket and made his way over toward mitch. “hey man.” he nodded at the other as he approached his side. “what’s up?”

There was hardly anywhere you could go here where a parent wasn’t just around the corner. Avery resulted to wandering to the far, far left of the room where a row of less desirable slot machines were situated to sneak another ‘little treat’ into her system. She’d just taken out her Altoid container, carefully plucking out one of the quarters she’d cut earlier when someone rounded the corner to the spot she was hiding, startling her for a moment until she quickly recognized it was Mitch. “Jesus. What’s gotten into you?” Taking a moment to get a proper look at him, Avery came to the conclusion she probably wasn’t the only one having a horrible time this evening. How comforting and depressing. “Mint?” She held out her hand, a quarter of something that definitely wasn’t a mint pinched between her index finger and thumb offered to the younger Morrison.

time had never been particularly kind to alethea, but it seemed to be getting weirder over the weeks. with everything surrounding greer, their attempts at remaining normal during the school year, rehearsals and maintaining some sort of social life left alethea particularly exhausted. and while she should be doing something productive, going to the library to do some work, or camping out in the studio, she could herself wandering through the quad in hopes of a distraction. 

and like fate, she found one.