itsjamisonjohnson:
He paused at the sight of her, the sound of her voice, freezing almost like a rabbit confronted by a predator. But that was ridiculous, wasnât it? Wednesday wasnât a predator, not to him, right? She was his friend, she understood what he wanted from life, knew how to help him, knew him arguably better than friends, than his own roommate; she was the only one, after all, that helped him get what he so desperately wanted.
âHey Wednesday.â He greeted, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before looking away, around them both, at the wall, her shoes, the stairs beyond her, only meeting her eyes in the first moment she spoke, quickly turning them away one more one heâd met those sharp eyes, eyes like knives that pierced right through him. Â
âlong time no see.â wednesday gave a fake smile, open-mouthed and plastered on her face like an advertisement for a dentistâs office. jamison looked the same as he ever did, the same as they all do, but it pleased wednesday somewhat to see him in her territory -- wardlaw. he was out of place here, and she was completely in control. not that she wasnât, always.
âiâve missed you,â she lied, and just for the added effect: âhowâve you been getting along without me?â not well, she hoped.














