#wcndress

this had to be at least the FOURTH consecutive day they had offered to walk her home. not that nell particularly minded, considering the alternatives were either getting ( at best ) verbally harassed by boys on the bus or just hoping for the best while attempting to navigate through still unfamiliar neighborhoods. this way, she could hear herself think without having to think too much, letting them lead the way towards their shared street. they also always took the SCENIC ROUTE, although there wasn’t much scenic about it, so maybe the name was more of an ironic sort of thing. sure, the long way home wove through the woods behind their subdivision, but they were hardly anything impressive to look at. most were DEAD OR DYING, with low-hanging branches as if they were in mourning that the pair occasionally had to duck under. in a way, she was genuinely thankful for the other. NOT JUST for not being like everyone else, but for being the way he was --- if that even made sense --- for being someone nell felt she could actually TALK TO and CONNECT TO, unlike anybody else she’d known. standing on the cusp of the secret world they shared and the LESS ALLURING reality, she found enough bravery to ask the question that had intruded her thoughts just shortly after meeting them. “do you wanna kiss me?” 

after the news about casey becker’s BRUTAL death broke, all classes had been cancelled for the remainder of the week. to give both students and educators proper time to digest what had happened and to MOURN. as people began to spill out of the building at the pace of molasses, christian exchanged apologetic glances with the blonde to his side. there weren’t any two people in their town closer to casey than they were. RELUCTANT, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, a gesture intended to provide comfort --- something he lacked, himself as his mind replayed what had happened to him last night. he thought it was just a FUCKED UP prank call, he never tried to call any of his friends and remind them to lock their windows and doors. if he had, would it have even mattered? casey could have already been dead and gone when he’d gotten that call. shaking his head, he expressed the only thought that had been running through his head for the past half-hour. “this is so fucked.” // @wcndress

benjamin collins, your typical highschool outcast. the kind that has probably been in your class for years yet, still, you don’t know much about him besides his name and his peculiarly big passion ( not to say obsession ) with photography. if you haven’t seen ben for a while, you’ll most likely find him home taking care of his younger sibling or in the school’s dark room ----- if i were you, i’d bet on the latter. as a matter of fact, that’s where the boy is right now, working on developing the latest pictures he’s taken, a collection of photos snapped around the establishment that mostly consist of students ----- well, a FEMALE student in particular. as he carefully hang the recently developed shots, a thought came to mind and reminded him of how he still has another camera roll awaiting to be printed, hence he abandons the dark room to approach his locker. somehow, despite how used he is to shutting the chamber’s door with a simple push, it seems as though he failed to exert enough strength on the wooden object this once for, when he returns, there’s a figure inside scrutinizing his work ; his rush to obtain the film led him to be careless enough to leave the door semi-open and now the exact girl he photographed is looking at herself from his perspective, on the hanged pictures. “i-i... wha-what are you doing here?” 

constance set her elbow on the bar counter and eyed the stranger next to her who seriously looked like they needed some cheering up. “you look REALLY familiar, have i had sex with you?” she furrowed her brows and allowed a small grin to take over her lips. “-- WHY are you sitting here all alone looking like a bus just ran over you and everyone you’ve EVER known?” she asked. “it’s a fucking party!” as if they didn’t know. she might’ve had one too many, but what’s new? 

i’m like v v v lowkey falling in love with everything we have but ? shhhhhhhhhh...ur the besT.... uM but yes like and aaron being like “this is all i wanted i just needed for you to open up !!” and like honestly them just letting their feelings out and :/ v emo wreck both of them probs and ?? iDK like aaron is hella new so idk where tf i’m goin w him yet but i feel like he’s gonna be like  av v v emotional guy so ?? we shall see where it goes

      gaia sighs as the other walks into her room. she wanted space.. ––- she needed space. ❝ what are you doing here? how'd you even get in here? ❞ the blonde tucked hair behind her ear before crossing her arms. ❝ i told you i needed space and i don't know if you noticed but this isn't space. ❞

“ OW...” she raises her brows in mild disbelief, her features filled with both bafflement and a pinch of contentment. evangeline would be lying if she said she doesn’t find it thrilling when someone dares to defy her, in any sorta way. “ alright, listen up, sweetheart      whatever THIS is, it’s not working. it’s CUTE and i’d totally give you an ‘a plus’ for effort, but it’s definitely not working. that hoarse voice and those puppy dog eyes can only take you so far, so you should work harder on actually sounding convincing. or you could always beg, though that’s kinda cliché and boring. ” finally, she puts a stop to her stream of words, crossing her arms over her chest as she gives him a few seconds to process before she broadcasts yet another advice. “ anyways, i guess what i’m saying is DON’T come at me with that sorry attempt at a bad boy voice if you don’t intend on making it worth my while. now, if we’re done here, i’d like to get this lil’ SUPER FUN tour over with. my way, not yours. ”

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