#noahjackson

Where: Delirium When: February 10, 2017 Who: @noahjackson

A night out on the town. Something that was becoming more and more frequent for the demon with a time limit, but tonight was different. Tonight he was going out to forget, rather then to exploit, and he had his eyes on the entirety of Delirium. Alcohol and drugs flowed freely through the writhing masses, and Belial found himself wandering around the outskirts, looking for something, anything to keep his attention for the night. From the corner of his eye, he saw a particularly shifty-eyed human slip off to a back corner, and his curiosity got the better of him, and he was helpless to resist following him.

MORNING TEXT timestamp: 8:32am

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: guess who’s in need of caffeine and also

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]:  got suggested by other church members to connect with y’all

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: because I’m

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: ANYWAY

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: coffee?

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: IT’S NOT A DATE JUST IN CASE YOU’RE WONDERING

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]:  JUST TWO BROS HAVING CAPPUCCINO TOGETHER

RUSHED TEXT

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: dude

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: fuck

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: FUCK

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: I TRIED TO COOK

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: THERE’S FOOD EVERYWHERE

DRUNK TEXT

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: we sh out d like

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: go around town being nusances

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: liKE I COULD RUN MY MOUTH && UOU COUDL BE TH E MUSCLE

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: IT’S PERFECT

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: brb I need t

         [ten minute pause]

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: okay bak and I got more alchol

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]:  whatdyo thisk of my idea tho?????

RANDOM TEXT timestamp: 3:58am

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: how long do you think that it would take one person to eat a giant squid

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: that’s a lot of gd calamari

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: y’think google knows?

[text >> 3am beatdown fuck I’m gay]: I’m gonna google this

NOAH :: ‘ Paramedics finished her text, “…love you.” ’

Admittedly, she had dragged Noah to see a movie in theaters. Embarrassingly, she was crying. Grace Lowery, child star and well-known actress, had tears running down her face from the scene playing before her. The worst part?

It was a sappy, rom-com.

This was supposed to make her feel happy . . . instead she was hugging her popcorn as her eyes watered up at the emotional hospital scene. Character deaths were always so draining to film, and even more painful to watch. Grace appreciated good film making, which is why she was so engrossed in the film. . . until she turned her head, finding Noah looking at her with a bizarre expression.

Not even thirty seconds later, he burst out laughing at her. 

She pouted, tossing pieces of popcorn at him. Yes, she failed at blending in . . . but she couldn’t be the only one crying in this theatre? Could she? Grace slumped into her seat, retorting, “ -- how can you be so heartless? Her lover just died! ” 

@noahjackson

According to the show that had propelled her into stardom, friendships should last forever. Especially if they started in childhood: bonds built in those formative years were unbreakable, supposedly. Or so TV logic would have everyone think. As a daughter of celebrities with her own claim to fame, though, Grace’s experience with friendships counteracted what she imagined normal people experienced. Friends were short-lived, often surface-level, liable to appear in tabloid interviews several months after their last conversation.

Most of the friends she’d known were from the Disney Channel shows or other roles she’d held--few were unknown, as it was generally difficult to befriend non-famous people. Generally, they resented being pushed into the spotlight and examined by the media. Noah had never cared, on of the few friends Grace had made in Beverly Hills who was willing to be seen with her in public and never made a big deal about appearing in the occasional tabloid photo.

But ever since he’d spent some time in Seattle, Noah had been different. For one, he never appeared in the same places he used to, never showed off his wealth in the haunts Grace had come to associate with children of Beverly Hills. They’d interacted a few times, their parents being friendly, and he’d seemed quieter than usual, calmer, still able to keep pace with the old friends but clearly distanced. Grace had begun to envy him his low-energy persona, unsure if he was putting on a front or was actually humbled by his experiences.