#stoneevent

         the backdoor swings open once again, and this time it’s who elliot assumes it will be, his oldest friend coming out to make amends. the darker haired boy sighs, turning to lennon and biting his lip. “mind giving us a few minutes?” he asks, and his blonde haired not-so-companion heads back inside the school, leaving the two boys alone. the look on jagger’s face isn’t immediately giving up what elliot has assumed he’s shared with his girlfriend, so a bitter elliot is ready, jumping immediately to conclusions as he usually does. “so, let me guess, you told her? filled her in on my drunk driving father and how you’re worried i’ll end up dead just like him?” elliot says irritably, bringing his fourth cigarette up to his lips and inhaling deeply to calm his nerves. “now i can deal with both of you babysitting me, right? that’ll be fucking great...”

         he’d kind of been doubting the whole weather being lockdown worthy until he’d actually stepped outside and seen how intense the winds and rain had become. he was alone, the only light around him being illuminated from a light overhead of one of the backdoors. it had been nearly impossible to light his cigarette, but his craving for one had been more unbearable than usual, and he’d needed a few attempts, shielding himself from the wind in his jacket so he could light up. the smoke filled his lungs and instantly calmed him down from the irritable attitude that had been brimming since jagger had called him out for his substance abuse. the backdoor suddenly opened, and elliot frowns, sure it was jagger coming to finish the conversation, but his expression softens when he finds it’s not who he’d been expecting, but lennon, joining him outside. “well, you found me this time. a nice surprise.” he says, smiling a little as he leans against the brick wall. “this is some angry weather; wonder what we did to piss off mother nature this time.” 

           the evening had consisted mostly of drinking, smoking, and a little bit of kissing, but elliot was nowhere near ready to finish. he figured the weather would clear up any minute now and himself and his best friends would be able to head back to their house where he could ride out the rest of his cross faded evening alone in his bed, and until then, he was going to get as lost in his head as he could. “hey, guys,” elliot puts his arms around the shoulders of his closest friends, leaning on them for support as his legs wobbled. “the night’s still young, should we go light up another one of those j’s, indi?”

        he figures he shouldn’t spend his entire night following indigo and jagger around like a lost puppy, so he breaks away for a bit, finding himself lurking around the back of the gym, hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he leans against the wall, people watching the residents of the town he now called home. his eyes fall on robbie, standing alone a few feet away, sneaking sips out of a flask and glancing around the room to make sure he hadn’t been caught. elliot smirks, deciding to step a little bit out of his shell and approach the boy he did not know very well. “hey,” he says quietly, standing beside him and reaching into his jacket pocket. “what are you drinking? i’ve got crown royal in mine.” he says, quickly showing the flask in his pocket.

          “hey! there you are,” elliot places a hand gently on lennon’s shoulder once he’s finally found her, a big, intoxicated grin spread across his lips. “been looking all over this hell hole for you. did you go to high school here? i hate it.” he tells her, leaning against a row of lockers, his left foot tapping out of instinct as he tried to think of something to say to peak lennon’s interest. “so, i’ve been drinking and smoking practically all evening, and i absolutely appreciate your moral code of not wanting to fuck me when i’m too far gone, but what are your thoughts on finding an empty classroom to make out in for a bit? ooh, we could find some papers to grade, help the teacher out a bit.”

          “should we light one of these up while jag’s gone?” elliot suggests, whipping out his pack of cigarettes and pulling out one of the joints he’d rolled for easy smoking that evening. maybe it was the alcohol clouding his usual paranoia, but for some reason he had no fears when it came to smoking weed inside indi’s high school locker room. pulling out his lighter, he starts to light the end of the joint, properly singeing it before bringing it up to his lips and inhaling. he passes it indigo’s way, giving her a smirk. “i’m definitely going to need more than one of these joints if i’m going to make it through this evening. and i really hope we don’t run into z who will not be named.” 

         flask in his jacket pocket and joints hiding away in his pack of cigarettes, elliot was prepared for the night he was about to spend at his best friends old alma mater. he’d never liked high school campuses, mostly because his own miserable experience had been one he would rather not relive. “i really can’t believe i let you two talk me into coming to this thing.” he slips his hand into his jacket pocket, feeling around for the flask to remind himself that he had his crutch if he needed it. “high schools give me the creeps. i’d hoped i’d never have to step foot in another, but here i am.”