#...anyway ugh. i hate how my parents is about me getting sick/ill/any sort of pains etc. always jump to blame me at once

[ai-the-broccoli]

aaghh I hate health anxiety ocd (or whatever you call it), it's literally doing nothing other than contributing to make my health worse

... wait actually, does anyone have like, tips/advice for that kind of thing? I really think I need some help with this one

[thewhumperinwhite]

Café: Treetops

Previous: Teaser 1, Teaser 2, Hospital/Squad Car, Empty Bar, Used Car Lot 1, Used Car Lot 2, Gas Station, Roadside 1, Roadside 2, Forest

TW for: illness/fever, mention of decapitation/murder, smoking mention, very lightly implied parental neglect, Thing That Seems Like Deadnaming For A Second But Take This As My Personal Guarantee That Sol’s Deadname Will Never Be Said Out Loud In This Story.

Also i’m not gonna check but i think this might be the first chapter where Sol smiles? so look forward to that.

@whumpitywhumpwhump

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Rainwater is dripping from Sol’s hair down the bridge of his nose and soaking into his shirt collar, even though if you asked him five minutes ago he’d have told you his poor abused work shirt had absorbed literally all the liquid it could physically hold. 

“Just for the record,” Kent says in a slightly breathless voice, “when I used the phrase ‘huddled in trees,’ that was sarcasm.”

Sol thinks about rolling his eyes, but given that nobody would see it from this angle, he doesn’t bother and just leaves his eyes closed instead.

“Funny,” Pax snaps, sounding, at least, no longer pretend-cheerful. “When I told you to shut the fuck up, I was serious.” Sol can hear them shifting, but doesn’t turn to look, partly because he does not care and partly because he thinks he might fall out of the tree if he tries.

“I think you should both shut up,” he says flatly, knowing he’s wasting his fucking breath.

It does earn him almost a full minute of silence, which is a step up, technically.

“The bleeders are too clumsy to climb trees,” Pax says testily, apparently unable to help themself. “Therefore, being the wonderful, coordinated living beings that we are, we are taking advantage of that weakness.”

“I know that,” Kent says, also sounding slightly testy, but even more tired and kind of in pain. “I am aware of the logic, but I gotta say that I am not feeling super coordinated at the moment.”

“I know that,” Sol growls. “I was the one who had to help you up, and since we are all fuckin’ exhausted from that little ordeal, how about we all just go the fuck to sleep, huh?”

Kent makes a noise that is probably supposed to convey irritation but just sounds sort of— pathetic. “I can’t sleep. I don’t understand how either of you can sleep when it’s so hot up here.”

Sol blinks his eyes open. That— does not sound like a great sign.

Careful not to overbalance and throw himself off the narrow branch currently supporting his ass, Sol cranes around the trunk of the tree to squint through the driving rain at Kent, who is leaning back against the tree with his eyes closed. Sol half-carried him up this bigass goddamn tree and set him with more care than he wants to admit in the stablest position he could find, at the fork of two large branches, but at the moment his perch there looks kind of precarious.

Checking to see that Paxon, on the opposite side and several branches higher than either himself of Kent, probably can’t see— not that he cares what they think— he leans carefully forward to lay his wrist against Kent’s forehead. It’s hard to be sure of anything when the freezing rain has turned his hands and arms into icicles, but the heat coming off Kent’s face almost makes him jump.

“Aw, great,” he mumbles, grabbing hold of his own branch so he can lean forward a little more to examine Kent’s face, which, now that he’s looking, does have kind of a greenish cast to it. “Hey, man,” he says softly, giving Kent a gentle poke on a part of his cheekbone that doesn’t seem to be bruised yet. “How ya feeling?”

Without opening his eyes, Kent heaves a tired sigh that turns halfway through into a cough. Sol freezes like a popsicle, going very quickly back over the last several hours to try and determine whether one of the bleeders could possibly have bitten him without Sol noticing— but Kent’s brief coughing fit fails to bring up any red-flecked phlegm, so Sol tries to reel in his panic. He doesn’t sound crazy, anyway— just sick. 

“Not very good,” Kent croaks, letting his eyes drift open. They look kinda glassy, but Sol sees with knee-weakening relief that they are not particularly bloodshot. “Too warm. And also shivery.”

“I fuckin’ bet,” Sol says. “You look like microwaved dogshit, dude.”

Sol chews his lip, something uncomfortably close to worry churning in his stomach. When he doesn’t move away, Kent laughs faintly, though it turns into a cough at the end.

“You sure you want to get that close?” he asks, smiling a little, though it doesn’t come close to reaching his eyes. Sol doesn’t think Kent’s smiles usually do, actually.

Sol blinks. “Huh?”

“Aren’t you worried I’ll suddenly decide to take a bite out of your arm?” Kent says, and it sounds like it’s trying to be a joke but isn’t quite making it.

Sol stares at him for a second. Then he snorts.

“Please,” Sol says, smirking. “You? I could definitely take you, crazy or not, you fucking stick. Besides, look.” Sol fishes around in the pockets of his sopping-wet jacket, ignoring Kent’s look of utter confusion.

His lighter is freezing and dripping wet, and who knows if it’ll still work as an actual lighter after this, but it makes a serviceable mirror, in a pinch. He holds it up so that Kent is blinking into his own wide blue eyes.

“See?” Sol says, and is surprised at the softness of his own voice. “Not a drop of blood in sight, man. You’re probably just feverish from running around in the mud with open cuts and stuff.”

“Heartening,” Kent says, reaching up to change the angle of Sol’s grip.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Sol says, smirking.

And then Sol suddenly realizes that Kent’s hand is wrapped loosely around his own, and is horrified to feel his own cheeks heating up, which is--so fucking stupid.

“Who’s ‘Rina’?” he asks curiously, blinking down at the lighter, and Sol starts badly, jerking his hand away like Kent’s question burns his fingers.

“No one,” he barks, shoving the lighter back into his pocket, leaving Kent with his hand still outstretched and lips parted slightly in surprise.

“Oh,” Kent says, blinking. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to— “ He pulls back, looking carefully anywhere but at Sol’s face. “Sorry.”

Sol stares at Kent. Kent stares at the unnervingly-far-away ground.

Goddammit, it’s like kicking a puppy.

“Ugh,” Sol growls, running a hand through his hair. “Look, fine, whatever, don’t look at me like that— Karine is my little sister, okay? She always hated it when I smoked, so she used to steal my lighter all the time. That’s why it’s— that’s why.”

He had been very mad at the time, in high school at some point, when he had finally wrestled his lighter back from her— after almost a week of searching and shouting half-hearted threats at her when their father wasn’t home, which was often— only to find that she had scratched Sol Sux Shit on one side and her own big girly signature on the other, with a big fucking heart around it. He didn’t talk to her for a few days after that.

He didn’t throw the lighter away, though, either. That was junior year, or thereabouts; he’d been Sol for a short enough time that seeing the name scratched permanently into metal was--something, even if it was followed by the words “sux shit.”

It’s been— Christ, almost four years since he’s seen her, which means she’s all grown up and definitely has at least two boyfriends by now. That thought makes him unconsciously ball up his fists, and then he’s distracted by the sound of Kent laughing at him.

“Wha— what are you laughing at?” Goddammit, is he blushing again?

“I’m s-sorry,” Kent says, amid honest-to-god giggles. “I-it’s just— your face—!”

Sol just barely resists the urge to cover his cheeks, trying to will the heat back out of them. “Sh-shut up, I was just—” He pulls up short. “H-hey— are you okay?”

Kent is doubled up with hard, damp-sounding coughs, so much so that Sol has to dart out a hand to keep him from falling forward off the branch.

“Kent— hey—”

As he’s readjusting himself to hold up Kent’s weight without falling off his own branch, there’s a rustling in the branches above them, and Paxon Field drops abruptly onto the end of Kent’s branch, like an enormous pink cat.

“Let me see your hand,” they say sharply. When Kent doesn’t immediately respond, they reach forward to tug his hand away from his face.

“Hey!” Sol snaps, trying to shove them back, “what the hell are you—”

“Shut up,” Pax says, turning Kent’s hand over so they can examine both sides. Finding no blood on it, they relax, their hand sliding off the hilt of their sword.

“Idiot,” they say, not unkindly, and reach up to lay their wrist against Kent’s forehead. Kent, his coughing fit finally starting to subside, lets them, his weight pressing into Sol’s chest in a way that is— neither embarrassing nor pleasant but in fact entirely neutral, fuck you. Pax sighs. “You’re burning up, you dumbass.”

“That’s not exactly his fault,” Sol snaps, to his own surprise more than anyone else’s. Pax raises their eyebrows at him. Kent’s eyes flutter shut. “Well,” Sol goes on, into Pax’s surprised stare. “We’ve been wandering around in the rain for a long time. He’s got— broken bones and stuff.”

Paxon gives Sol a look he can’t quite read, and then frowns down at Kent, whose cheek now sits just under Sol’s collarbone, like coughing has used up all his remaining energy. “How long have you been feelin’ the shivers, sunshine?” they bark.

Grumbling like an annoyed child, Kent turns away from Paxon, which involves burying his face against the sodden front of Sol’s shirt. Sol freezes, a violent electrical current making its way up his spine. When Kent mumbles his answer (which is unintelligible but seems to contain the words “the car”), Sol can feel his lips move against his chest, and would readjust if he could move. ...probably.

“Then it’s entirely your fault, you daft idiot,” Paxon snaps, annoyed. “Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

Kent turns back, opening one blue eye. “I suppose,” he says coldly, “I was worried you’d decapitate me.”

Paxon, to Sol’s surprise, starts like they’ve been hit. There’s a very awkward silence. Sol is afflicted with a bizarre desire to laugh.

Then Paxon growls, long and low, and starts their descent out of the tree.

“Uh,” Sol calls after them. “Where are you going?”

“To get sunshine some medicine, I guess,” they shout back, bitterly. “Since neither of you is in any way equipped for survival, apparently.”

Sol stares down at the top of their head as they make their weirdly nimble way down out of the tree. Then he looks down at Kent, who is also frowning down at Paxon’s retreating form.

“Someone should go with them,” Kent mutters.

Sol shifts uncomfortably. “You can’t stay in this tree by yourself.”

An embarrassed flush makes its way into Kent’s pale cheeks, and he shoots Sol an apologetic look from under his lashes. Sol’s brain stops working for a second and he misses what Kent says next, but makes an educated guess that it’s some variation of “sorry for the trouble.”

“Don’t be dumb,” he says, biting his lip.

Sol runs through their options in his head, and from the unhappy look on Kent’s face he suspects the blonde is doing the same.

“Fuck,” Sol mutters, and then, making sure Kent has a firm grip on the tree trunk to go with the confused look on his face, turns himself very carefully around on his own branch so his back is to Kent, the blonde’s bony knees digging into his back slightly.

“Um,” Kent says.

“Shut up,” Sol snaps. “Put your arms around my shoulders. Try not to choke me or we will both fall and die.”

“Um,” says Kent.

Sol takes a moment to bury his rapidly-reddening face in his hands and groan because why does shit like this keep happening to him. “Paxon shouldn’t go by themself, and you can’t stay here or climb down. This is the only fucking solution, okay? I don’t like it anymore than you do, so shut up and get on.”

There’s another terrible silence, which Sol uses to pray to anybody who might be listening to give him a fucking break already.

Moving carefully, like he’s waiting for Sol to stop him, Kent slides his slim arms around Sol’s shoulders, knitting his fingers together around Sol’s chest and being careful to avoid his windpipe. After a moment’s hesitation, he moves closer, awkwardly scooting forward so his legs are wrapped around Sol’s waist.

Sol, very aware of Kent’s chest and biceps and thighs, clears his throat loudly.

“Okay,” he says, trying his very best to sound businesslike. “I need my hands to do the tree-climbing thing, so hold on, yeah?”

Sol can feel the heat coming off of Kent’s face where it’s buried against his shoulder even through the thick wool of his jacket, though he can’t tell how much of that is the fever and how much is embarrassment roughly equivalent— if there is a loving god— to his own.

“Yeah,” Kent mumbles miserably into Sol’s jacket. Sol feels a slightly insane giggle building in his chest. 

“Okay,” Sol says slowly. “I am now moving to the next branch over. You good?”

“Perfect,” Kent says in a very muffled voice, and shifts slightly against Sol’s back. Sol clears his throat again, and reaches out for the next branch, shifting so that he’s carrying most of Kent’s weight.

“Christ, do you ever eat?” he says before they can stop himself. God, maybe they will make it to the ground, after all. “My sister’s cat weighs more than you.”

Kent, his face very warm indeed, chooses not to respond. In fact, he keeps his mouth mercifully shut for almost the whole awkward, painful climb down, and Sol’s left foot is actually on solid ground when he finally mumbles, so low Sol can’t be entirely sure of the words, “Thanks, Sol. You’re wonderful.”

Sol freezes with one foot still on the lowest branch, feeling an unfamiliar sort of heat spreading in the center of his chest. Before he can stop it, his mouth twitches into something that feels suspiciously like a grin.

The feeling fades pretty quickly when he turns and sees the color Pax is turning from trying to hold in their amusement. Seeing Sol’s fiery glare and immediate, violent blush, they give up and throw their head back, sending bright peals of laughter up into the still-raining sky.

Sol bristles, his hands tightening under Kent’s thighs. “Sh-shut up! Don’t— don’t laugh at me!”

Pax laughs hard, holding their stomach. “Your face!” they crow delightedly. “You’re turning purple, babe!”

Sol’s blush doesn’t get any worse, but probably only because there’s no more blood left in the rest of him. “Shut up!” he squawks. “It’s your fault for leaving us up there, anyway!”

Pax shakes their head, grinning. “I didn’t say you had to come with me,” they point out. 

“Kent didn’t want you wandering off by yourself,” Sol snaps, looking over his shoulder. “Did y— oh.”

Kent, his lips slightly parted and rain making his long lashes sparkle a little in the moonlight, has rested his head against Sol’s shoulder and is breathing long and steady, his breath making faint snuffling noises through his broken nose.

Sol stares a little.

“What’s up with sunshine?” Paxon says, a trace of worry in their voice. “He’s not dead, is he?”

“No,” Sol says, a confused smile spreading over his face. “I think he’s fallen asleep.” Looking carefully anywhere but at Paxon’s stupid smug grin, he clears his throat. “Let’s just go. I’ll carry him. He isn’t heavy.”

[sky-on-blog]

Have you ever painted a car? No. That sounds exhausting and unpleasant.

What’s the brand of your sneakers? The ones I wear the most are Skechers.

Are there any gnomes in your yard? There’s nothing in my “yard” except the roots of an uprooted tree from the hurricane. 

When was the last time you were somewhere that offered free Wi-Fi? Yesterday at work, I guess? They don’t really offer free wi-fi, but they have it sometimes? It’s weird. 

Do you ever have to write down a phone number to remember it, or not? Either that, or store it in my phone. I’ll forget it as I’m writing it down.

When was the last time you were stung by a bee? What kind was it? The only time I can recall being stung by a bee was when I was about three years old. I think it was just a honey bee. Since then, I rarely go outside, and am terrified of insects anyway, so I’ve avoided them pretty well.

If you have an iTouch or iPhone, what would you consider your favorite App? Uh. I’m really into Animal Crossing Pocket Camp lately?

What is one part on your body that hurts at this moment, if anything? Yeah, my stomach. Ugh. That’s what I get for eating spicy food all day.

Are you gonna buy lottery tickets when you’re old enough? I am old enough to buy lottery tickets, but I don’t.

What’s the last thing your parents yelled at you about? Wasting my life? Lol. Just basically going nowhere.

Do you forget things easily? Yes. Constantly. It’s endlessly frustrating.

Have you ever been into a real cave? Yes, while on vacation in Virginia.

Does your local museum permit free entry to students? I have no idea. I don’t even know what or where my local museum is. I suck.

When your picture is being taken, do you smile with/without teeth, or do you not smile at all? I try to only do a little smirk. I look terrible when I smile with my teeth.

Have you ever posted mean comments on youtube? No. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever posted a comment on YouTube at all.

What are you so sick of? The current political...situation. And trying to explain basic empathy to people as a result of it. It’s fucking ridiculous.

Doesn’t orange juice taste terrible after you brush your teeth? Yeah, it does. But orange juice doesn’t really go with anything in the first place.

What’s your favorite type of seafood? (i.e. shrimp, lobster, etc.) Crabs! <3

Have you ever been to Florida? I live there. Here.

What’s your favourite season? In Florida, probably fall or winter. Anywhere else? Spring.

Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? Nah, it’s pretty commonplace. My first name is funnier, honestly, just because it’s ugly and also contains a word.

What did you eat for dinner last night, if anything? Was it good or bad? Pizza, and it was good.

Have you ever told someone, besides family, that you love them and meant it? Yep.

Has anyone ever called your personality dull? Do you agree with them? I don’t think so, actually. If anything, my personality can be overbearing. I’ve tried to tone it down over the years, though.

Are the blankets that are on your bed now made by someone you know in life? No, but there’s a blanket on the couch that Jeremy’s grandmother made, I think.

Would you ever have a child just to get someone to fall in love with you? No. That’s ridiculous and irresponsible and altogether a terrible idea.

Who was the last person to call you? How long did you two talk? ...wow, I really can’t remember who called me last. I probably didn’t answer.

Can you tell when people are lying or telling the truth? Sometimes.

Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly? Nope.

Do you treat others as you’d like to be treated? Have you always? Generally, yeah, unless they start being rude.

Do you ever look in the mirror and name all of your flaws for no reason? Well, not all of them -- I don’t have all day.

The most painful medical procedure you’ve ever had? An abortion.

Have you ever personally witnessed a drug deal before? I mean, weed? Lol. I feel dumb calling that a “drug deal,” but.

Have you ever been pulled over by the cops for speeding? Yeah, on more than one occasion.

Do you know how wide your hips are in exact inches, or not? Nope. I don’t even wanna know. 

Have you ever met someone in person that you met online? Yes, a few times.

Do you get sick of people who call themselves bipolar all the time? Only if they’re using it in a trivializing way, like, “lol sorry I changed my mind about dinner, I’m so bipolar.” But if they’re actually bipolar, no.

Ever have an ultra-sound performed on you? What was it for? Yes, because of severe constipation when I was younger.

Where is somewhere you’re excited to go in the next few days? Psh, nowhere. But I am excited to not go to work, if that counts.

What color is your digital camera, if you have one? I used to have one that was silver. I have no idea where it is, actually...

What time is it where you are currently? 6:19 am.  Have you got any half or step siblings? I have two half-siblings.

When was the last time you had wet hair? Two nights ago, after I took a shower.

Do you like kids’ movies? More than “adult” movies, usually.

When was the last time you were sick and what illness did you have? Uh. I was hungover last week? But actually being “sick,” probably last year or something, when I got a cold.

Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? I want to say yes, but I can’t remember the instance.

Who did you last speak aloud to and what did you say? It would have been Jeremy, but I can’t remember what I said last.

Do you have any homework to do? Nope -- I’m not in school.

Have you ever been to Manhattan? Yes. I really want to go back.

Did you get swine flu? I didn’t.

Do you know anyone from Alabama? Yeah -- the guy who delivers milk at work is from Alabama, lol. Also another guy who used to work with me.

How bright is it in the room you’re in? Not very bright. It’s dark out and I’m sitting under the ceiling fan, which has the only light in the room, so it’s really only lit in this area.

What can you smell right now? Nothing. I have basically no sense of smell, so I never smell anything.

Are there any teachers that simply hate you? They probably don’t hate me anymore, but there were some that disliked me pretty bad when I was their student.

Have you ever bought a game from a site like Big Fish Games or Shockwave? No.

What were you last at the doctor for? Just a physical.

Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies? No, I’ve only seen the first two. I want to like them, because I like the environment and the fantasy and all, but they’re just so boring. I think I’d like the Hobbit ones better if I ever watched them.

What is the strangest food combination that you enjoyed as a young child? I don’t think I ever ate any strange food combinations, honestly. I was pretty picky.

How often do you change your underwear? Daily.

Have you ever had to call the cops on someone else before? Hmm. I don’t think so.

What kind of phone do you have? An iPhone 5S.

How’s the weather? I haven’t been outside today, but yesterday, it was pretty okay. Meaning, it wasn’t deathly hot and humid for once.

Ever heard the song ‘Roses and Butterflies’ by Making April? Not that I know of.

Do you fear growing up? Sort of. 

Do you dislike when you smile at someone and they give you an evil stare? I guess? But I’d probably just assume that they didn’t see me, or they thought I was smiling at someone else, or something.

Name a site that you visit everyday. Facebook.

Have you ever used the site ‘Project Playlist?’ Yeah, back when I had a MySpace.

List all the things you had to eat/drink today: Today, just water and Diet Pepsi.

Current mood: Restless.

Don’t you hate when you’re talking to someone and another person starts? I mean, if they interrupt, or if they’re intruding on something clearly not meant for them, yeah.

Are you a fast walker, or do you take your time? Depends. 

Do you normally stop in the middle of the hallway with people behind you? Not normally, but I’d be lying if I said it never happened. I try not to do that, though, and I apologize and move if I do.

Ever felt utterly ashamed of something or someone? Well, yeah, of course.

Have you ever knocked on wood for good luck? I wouldn’t call it good luck, but I’ve done that before.

Any fond memories of your first sleepover? I don’t have any memories of my first sleepover. It was probably with one of my cousins.

Do you often run away from the truth? Hm. Maybe in some situations?

Ever met someone and immediately wished you hadn’t? Yes. Many, many, many times.  Which do you feel more often: Anxious, or discouraged? Explain. Man, I feel those emotions a lot, lol. I’d say discouraged more, lately. Just...about my entire life/existence.

When someone offers you something, do you always say yes? Uh. No. Not if I don’t want it.

Do you find it difficult to sleep on your stomach? No, I sleep on my stomach sometimes.

Have you ever drunk/eaten a substance in the science lab? Yeah. We used to work with candy and stuff in school.

Have you ever led the prayer at dinnertime? If not, do you want to? No, and no. My family never prayed at dinner, and I am absolutely not a religious person.

Do you believe in the army, it’s disgraceful to improperly salute? I mean, if those are the rules, then it doesn’t matter whether I believe it, right?

Ever been to a play/musical/etc. and fallen asleep? Not a live show like that, but I’ve come very close to falling asleep at the movies.

Would you rather play an instrument or be the singer? I’d rather be the singer, assuming I was...a better singer than I am now.

Do you always assume you’re right in an argument? If it escalates to the point of an argument, then I’d probably be assuming I’m right, just because I hate confrontation, so I try to avoid arguments at all costs.