#stjernefelt

jay crashes into the door when it doesn’t open and he looks at it stunned for a moment, trying to determine if he’s that wasted or if the mars’ front door is actually locked. all of the above? “amazing,” he mutters to himself, backs up a few steps to shout at the house. “finally, augustine mars making moves to stay alive. i take credit!” there’s a beat of thought and through the haze of tequila, he remembers -- the fuckin’ frog. he sniffs, stumbling a bit as he tracks the thing down, rips the key from it and then bounds through the front door. there’s probably an alarm beeping in a drum roll right now, so he’s quick to announce himself. “-- honey, i’m home!”

“was planning on it,” jay assures, just a passing comment over his shoulder, seemingly too busy sticking his head into the hood of his car to give her any kind of attention. “-- hey,” he calls after her, a barely there smirk ghosting over his lips as he fixes to do precisely what she advised him not to do. something he wouldn’t do. something he’s not supposed to do. “c’mon. give you a ride.”

“if i die, i’m haunting you first.”

“  amy,  if  you  don’t  get  your  mole-rat  looking  face  out  of  mine  i’m  going  to  put  a  dent  in  it.  “  oh,  nothing  goes  well  at  the  ravine,  so  it  seems.  well,  that  mixed  with  just  enough  beer  in  her  system  and  an  urge  to  hit  the  girl  who  had  no  business  showing  up  after  the  shit  she  pulled.  jackie  blinks,  and  in  a  quick  stir  of  a  moment  does  amy  swing  a  fist  at  her.  however,  there’s  no  impact  at  all,  because  amy’s  fist  had  stopped  inches  away  from  auggies  face,  who  had  just  in  time  stopped  the  collision.  widening  her  eyes,  jackie  grabs  auggie  by  her  hips  and  pulls  her  to  her  side,  looking  her  over  briefly  before  eyes  narrow  back  at  amy,  who  seemed  to  be  even  more  pissed.  “  you,  fuck  off,  before  i  really  get  nasty.  “  jackie  seemingly  hisses  at  her  opponent  who  finally  steps  off.  “  now  you,  “  she  begins,  pointing  a  finger  at  augustine.  “  you  are  an  idiot.  what  the  hell?  you  could  have  gotten  your  nose  broken.  “

“  if  not  wanting  to  sneak  out  and  go  to  hookup  and  alcohol  palooza  means  i  have  no   guts  then...  “  she  makes  a  mocking  motion  of  her  guts  being  spilled  out.  “  call  me  gutless.  “  sunny  laughs,  shaking  her  head.  “  seriously,  auggie..  my  brother  hangs  around  there  and  even  the  thought  gives  me  the  heebie  jeebies.  wouldn’t  a  regular  ol’  sleepover  be  more  fun  ?  “

– ‘ UGH. THANK YOU, ’ PAIGE HUFFS, reaching for auggie’s hand as she pulls herself off the floor of the hallway. ‘ heather sinclair has the spacial awareness of a four year-old driving a semi-truck. ’ she dusts off her skirt with an irritated whine. there’s a wrinkle that wasn’t there this morning, and any interaction with heather is usually day-ruining. ‘ come with me, ’ paige says, reaching for auggie’s hand once more, lacing fingers together, ‘ i have to check my hair. ’ some things are OBVIOUSLY more important than getting to class before the bell ! 

the  feeling  of  lukewarm  tears  settles  on  soft  features  as  terri’s  head  remains  bowed.  “  god,  i’m  such  a  cry-baby.  i’m  sorry.  “  she  apologies  through  sniffles  and  a  heavy  sigh.  the  comfort  of  auggies  arm  around  her  soothes  her,  though,  and  terri  lifts  her  head  up  slight,  wiping  her  cheek  with  her  shoulder.  “  i  guess  coming  back  here  wasn’t  as  easy  as  i  thought  it  would  be.  “