harrison moon.

calla: i'm definitely taking a "sick" day tomorrow

calla: really? do you have any idea where we can get a third?

calla: of course, it shouldn't take long then. we'll have time to get started on everything

harrison: that's fair

SEND ☁ FOR A THOUGHT MY MUSE HAD ON YOURS.

Analyn gave a small shrug, shaking her head at the other. Her mouth slowly  curved into a small gentle smile, a gesture to show that their presence left her unbothered. ““Oh, don’t be sorry at all.i was just messing around with this song.” 

calla: fair, but still awful

calla: okay that's perfect! we should do that

calla: did you want to go over it before we start the assignment?

harrison: honestly

harrison: okay !! i'd get us a study room, but you need three people to reserve one, i think

Alice had been scarce since the homecoming weekend, mainly due to the fact that she had been settling into the new apartment with Jesse and mainly because she was sick of hearing the name Michael uttered around the school halls. Even in death the bastard was still haunting them all, finding ways to ruin their life even though his had ended.

Reaching up and running a gently hand down the horse’s snout and smiling softly at her. “At least you can’t talk.” She muttered in French, still grooming her beloved creature carefully, the stables had also become something of safehaven for her over the past week. Still continuing to pay attention to her horse as she heard the gravel crunching behind her. “You know the reasons I like the stables?” Alice drawled out, still not bothering to look to see who it was. “People are rarely here, it’s basically screaming I want to be left alone.” 

        it’s a wonder how anyone expects anyone to move on from michael’s death when he’s everywhere.   he’s the only thing anyone ever talks about.   which harrison gets,  but still.   they wonder if they should be more heartbroken over michael’s death.   he had been nice to them which was a rarity.   but the more they hear about michael,  the less they really knew him.

        so things have been a little difficult to process.   that’s fine.   but it’s not like they can just go driving around like they used to do in the quiet streets of san diego when they needed to think.   so,  instead,  they’ve been going to the stables.   they never used to know how to ride a horse before,  but after learning last year,  it’s been a nice coping mechanism.   they don’t realise there’s someone there until they hear a girl speak,  vaguely recognising her.   they’ve never spoken to her before,  but well...   there’s a first time for everything they guess.   they intended to just keep their head low,  stay silent,  but they figure not replying might just upset her more.

Analyn sat in her room, the door slightly cracked as she sat on her bed. Her journal lay sprawled out and her guitar layer effortlessly in her lap. She turned to the one thing that she always had. The thing that in her darkest days was always there; music. She gently strummed, her voice gently exhaling the beautiful melody. “When your day is long, And the night. the night is yours alone When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life. Well hang on” she began softly, every other feeling seeming to melt away as she began. “Don’t let yourself go. Cause everybody cries. And everybody hurts. Sometimes” she heard the door start to creek, bit, becoming more open. The girl abruptly stopped, her gaze turning to the door. ““Hello? Is someone there?”

        harrison minds their own business.   always has.   it’s their goal,  anyways,  to finish the remaining years of their life here at the institute having just minded their own business.   it’s easier this way.   not like they don’t have friends,  and not like they aren’t nice or anything when someone speaks to them,  but they have friends and don’t need much else.   with how quiet they are on a daily basis,  it’s no wonder that most people think their usual silence isn’t just a choice.

calla: they did it on purpose, a responsibility training of sorts

calla: wednesdays and fridays work, i can be free around 4:30/5 depends on the day with cheerleading and student council

harrison: i guess that's fair

harrison: okay !! that's all good, i can probably get us a table at the library to work at

calla: everyone's still trying to recover from hoco, i'm so thankful it's slow!

calla: yeah sure we can do that, what days are you free this week?

harrison: i mean i guess, i just wish attendance wasn't mandatory for that class

harrison: i would say i can't believe how useless today's class was, but i actually! can so

“THINK YOU COULD LIGHT ME UP?” the south african mumbled, words muffled by the cigarette that hung between pink lips as bright orbs locked with the other’s, “my hands are occupied.” to prove her point she lifted up her hands which were sporting a fresh coat of newly applied nailpolish, “there’s a lighter in my back pocket. don’t be shy. as they say in finding nemo ‘touch the butt’” the air that hung around campus felt heavy, rightfully so but she was hoping to maybe lighten the mood.

confidant.

sibling-like friend. 

unlikely friend.

study buddy / study group member.

lab partner.

have mutual friends.

[ JEON JEONGGUK, 20, NONBINARY MASC, THEY/THEM ] welcome to the du pont institute for the young & gifted, [ HARRISON MOON ]. you have been accepted as a [ SCHOLARSHIP ] student from [ USA ], going into your [ SOPHOMORE YEAR ] and majoring in [ HEALTH SCIENCE (PRE-MED) ]. your peers at the institute say that you are [ RESERVED & DEVOTED ], but being [ SELF-DOUBTING & WARY ] may be the reason why the police are asking about you. did you think they wouldn’t find out that you were michael’s [ CHARITY CASE ]? [ MEVEE, 21, THEY/THEM, PST ]

warnings: bullying, vague descriptions of dysphoria.  

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