#sidwurm

It’s almost  c u t e— the way he looks at Lydia Asher. Like watching a big tough biker get off his harley to take a picture of a duckling on the side of the road. But then you remember that this tough biker is probably part of some white supremacist gang and wouldn’t know how to treat a cute thing like Lydia right if his tacky leather jacket was at stake, and suddenly it’s less cute.

They’re allowed to have acquaintances– people they pass time with in classes but never get truly close to. Sid’s even allowed to have his schoolgirl crushes. Heck, she has them all the time. But the point of this co-parasitic friendship is to keep each other from getting intimate with and inevitably hurting anyone who doesn’t deserve it. Max, of course, is a perfect angel who has never broken this agreement– didn’t finish a dance with a single person at the winter formal; deleted Grey’s number from her phone; only sleeps with the boy who has zero emotional investment in her as anything more than a FETISH. But Sid’s weak-willed. He doesn’t know how to control himself ( that’s his whole fatal flaw ), so Max has to keep him in line manually.

Maybe he thinks she doesn’t see him from her side of the party, or maybe he’s so many drinks in that his body’s moving subconsciously, but she’s watching him sway oh-so-casually into that little doll’s orbit and Max knows what he’s doing. He’s going to stumble into her conveniently close to midnight, get her locked into a conversation with him, isolate her from the nice Christian boy she usually hangs out with. Sid won’t make the first move so he can’t technically be blamed when she’s subtly pressured into kissing him.

But Lydia won’t make the first move either, because Max is already swooping in as the ball hits rock bottom; she runs her 90-pound body into him at breakneck speed, arms outreached to swing him into an embrace facing away from the little lamb and pushing her face into his for a crude, champagne-flavored kiss.

              “ Here’s to another SHIT YEAR together, Inchworm !! ”

“ Exterminate Sydney K. Wurm at all costs. ” 

Sorry Sidburger. it’s not that she’s pro-death penalty, and it’s definitely not like she’d handle it as well as she’s pretending she will, but somebody’s gotta go, and nobody’s quite as miserable and lonely as Sid Wurm. You could say he passed a long time ago.

“ Bang Grey. ”  

Now that she spits out fast, a little mumbled, like she just needed to get it over with. Like there’s probably some tension there that they should both get out of their systems so they can go their separate ways, because she has no business in whatever strange life he has, and he certainly doesn’t need anything to do with hers.

“ And I'll just have to play the Bride of Frankenstein. ”

They’ll get it out of their systems, make it fast, and, her luck: she’ll probably spend her eternal miserable marriage thinking about it.

                C E M E T E R Y   G A T E S   / /   t h e   s m i t h s

     O, poor pauperized princess, dress gone up in flames, forced to wear her peasants’ rags. How the mighty doth fall. If you told Maxine Bronte last year that she’d soon be put in an institution for DISTURBED YOUTH, spend her time with a skinny dirtbag McSlave who told her things like “let’s get stoned in the boneyard,” and that she’d have to brush up on horror movie theory and tradition for the sake of her own survival, maybe you’d be the ‘weirdo’ at the butt of her scummy clique’s jokes. 

      But here she is, eyes bloodshot and body back leaned against a gravestone, and the only thing easing her paranoia is the confidence that Sid’s the infinitely more evil character, and surely he would be killed off before her. She’s the Sue Snell, an icon of a beta bitch’s redemption; she’s never hurt anyone with serious intent; she’s repented. He’s the monster who kicked the school’s puppy. Cliche horror settings have to follow cliche horror tropes, like the karma foodchain. Least likable character dies first. He’s her canary in a coal mine.

      She takes an ambitious hit (amazing how her weed tolerance has skyrocketed since meeting this kid), then passes him a damn-near-kicked bowl, and asks a question to confirm or challenge her theory that he is, in fact, an irredeemable failure of a human.

      “ So how’d they drop you here? I mean, ya killed 4 people. ow’the fuck did you end up in a home for mopey kids instead of juvie at the very least? ”

☁  five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

1 ;; Simon finds himself worrying about Sid all the time, even before he really talked to his roommate he worried about him. Ever since the camping trip when Sid actually opened up to him a little bit, he’s worried even more. When he sees Sid in class, around campus, just sitting in their room… He wants to talk to him. But Simon can’t be pushy like that. 

2 ;; Sid’s sitting alone in the library and it looks like he’s reading and Simon wants to sit down next to him, but he figures that he wants to be alone. Sid seems to like being alone. Or maybe it’s a self-inflicted punishment if what Simon’s heard is true. But he can’t be sure because Sid’s different and he’s not a different that Simon’s familiar with. Through his life, he’s met a lot of kids just like Sid, except he’s different from all the others because he doesn’t talk. The others talked. Sid doesn’t seem to ever say what’s on his mind and that’s what worries Simon.

3 ;; He’s already there when Simon walks in from class. He’s just sitting on his bed, doing his homework and Simon wants to say something. He wants to ask how his day was, ask if he wants to order pizza for dinner, or anything else, but he can’t find the words and he doesn’t want to bother him but he wants Sid to know he’s there if he ever needs it.

4 ;; Sid hasn’t shown any signs of life for the whole day. Simon’s been in and out of the room all day, first he had to go tutor some students in the library, then he had a lit mag meeting. The only sign that Sid has given that he’s actually alive is that every time Simon walks in, he’s in a different sleeping position. Simon decides if he can’t even talk to his roommate, he’s leaving him something to eat. He leaves the room and when he comes back, Sid is gone, and Simon’s standing there in their otherwise empty room with a McDonalds bag in one hand and a drink tray in the other.

5 ;; There’s a stillness in the air as Simon wakes up, the fairy lights illuminating the dorm room with a soft yellow light. He’s about to voice protest when he realizes that Jesse isn’t next too him. Did he just leave in the middle of the night? Wait– it is the middle of the night. Simon’s looking for his phone but he notices a shadow in his peripherals. He blinks, wondering if he’s just seeing things but no, he’s not. It’s Sid. He’s awake, he’s quiet, he’s keeping to himself. Simon checks the time on his phone, 2 A.M. Nov. 21st, 2016. Simon wants to ask where Sid was, if he’s okay, but his throats too dry, or maybe it’s just unwilling to form the words. He falls back against his bed with a soft ‘thump’ and pretends to be asleep.

6 ;; They’re both in their dorm, they’re just sitting in silence doing their respective things. It’s chilly and Sid looks so small just sitting there and Simon wants to offer a blanket. He wants to talk to him and see if he has any plans for tomorrow, it is Thanksgiving after all, maybe he has some friends around Plath that he’s going to spend it with. Before Simon can stop himself, the words are leaving his mouth, “do you want to go to the store? We can get like… Snack food and stuff for an orphan’s Thanksgiving… I did it last year cause my foster parents didn’t want to take me to their family dinner and it was pretty fun, had some friends over. I get it if you don’t want too though. I just– I figured I could offer. Cause I think we’re both going to be kind of alone tomorrow and it’d be nice to actually… Not be alone, y’know?” He bit his lip after he finished talking. It was a long shot, by far. There was almost no way Sid was going to say yes. But Simon was trying, that’s what mattered. He was trying, he let Sid know that he was there for him. Albeit, the style in which he did it was weird. But he did it nonetheless.

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