#LOOK AT ZACH BEING THE CUTEST PUPPY EVER!!!!!!!!!

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Can’t Go Back Part 9

A/N: *sneaks onto your dash with this chapter and runs away quickly* I’m sorry for the delay. Addy’s mum’s birthday dinner will be in the next next chapter. I felt this one was long enough. Feedback is appreciated. Much love as always- Em

During our wind down time in the evening, I decided to bring up the idea of my friends coming over for dinner. He was done working on an assignment, reading over some sports book on the sectional. I was curled up on the other end of the couch, typing a for fun idea I had. “Can you pass the almonds, please?” I asked him. He passed the bowl over to me without looking up and I took a handful. After he put the bowl down, I asked him, “hey so, how would you feel about my friends coming for dinner on Saturday?” He laughed, assuming it was a joke. When I didn’t laugh, he looked up and looked at me funny.

“Oh. You were serious.”

“Yes.”

“Why would we have people who don’t like me over for dinner?”

“Because they’re my friends? Scott and Charlie come over for dinner. So does Justin.” I set my laptop aside on the coffee table.

“Addison, the difference between them and your friends is that they like me. And are supportive of our relationship.”

“Well this morning you talked to Clay and you weren’t horrible to him and he wasn’t horrible to you.”

“Being nice in a coffee shop in public is very different than having them over to our home in our private space. For all I know, it will be ‘why you’re terrible for our friend’ to me or ‘why did you make such an awful choice’ to you. I’m not going to sit here and let them do that to you. I really couldn’t give a shit what they say about me.” He had gotten up for a drink about halfway through his response.

“I wouldn’t let them do that to you. In fact, I was planning to tell them if they said anything like that, they would be asked to leave. Also, you need to stop moving around so much. The doctor said to rest.”

“That’s fair. But still. I don’t think it’s a good idea. I am not bedridden Addy. I can get myself a bottle of water.”

“I would do it for you.”

“Babe. My friends like you. Hell, I think Bryce likes you.”

“Happy joy. Bryce Walker likes me.” I muttered under my breath. “If you give them a chance, they might like you.”

“If I give them a chance? Addy, I don’t think I’m the half of this equation who needs to give someone a chance.”

“Okay, you’re right. I just don’t want them think this was some spur of the moment, ‘let’s go to Vegas’ thing. And I don’t want to have to choose between my friends and my husband. Because we all know that I would choose you.”

“I get it. You don’t want to lose your friends.”

“Exactly. I feel like maybe if they saw us together outside of school, they might realize that you aren’t as bad as they think you are. That they might see that I made the right choice.”

“I don’t know Addy. I don’t like it. We don’t like each other. I don’t see it going well.”

“I would do it for you.” I gave him my very best puppy dog eyes.

“That’s not fair. This isn’t you trying to get me to go to the store for ice cream. This is dinner with your friends who don’t like me.”

“Would you do it if I said we can play hooky to have sex when you get cleared?”

He was quiet for a while, contemplating my offer. “Would the sex start when we get home from the doctor?”

“Depending what time it was, yes.”

“If they say anything out of line can I kick them out immediately?”

“Maybe give them a warning first. If they say anything else, then you can.” He was quiet again. I watched him take a sip of water, crossing my fingers for a yes. After many minutes, he sighed and reluctantly agreed, “fine. They can come over. They better behave.”

“I’ll tell them to be on good behaviour.”

“Good.” Monty checked the clock on the wall and yawned. “It’s getting late baby. We should probably head to bed soon.” He placed his hand on my ankle and rubbed it up and down.

I nodded and grabbed my laptop to save my work. I got up and smirked playfully, rubbing his hair. “Addy.” he exclaimed as he laughed. I smiled prettily at him. “No touchy.” I shook my head in response and headed to our room for the night, where he joined me a few moments later.

The next morning, I left Monty at the car and went in search of my friends.

“Nice shirt.” Jess laughed when I approached them. I couldn’t tell if she was serious or being a bitch.

“I was tired this morning. Ripped jeans and Monty’s baseball shirt were in easy reach.”

“Late night?” Justin asked.

“I fucking wish.” I muttered quietly. I cleared my throat before answering normally, “not really. Just one of those mornings where the bed is so much more comfortable than it was when I was going to bed. I think going to bed at three thirty the other day messed with my internal clock. Anyway, I talked to Monty last night. He agreed to have you guys over on Saturday. You need to behave because it’s our house. It is our private space. We can and will ask you to leave if you don’t keep it together. No questions about his family. Not negotiable.”

“And if we don’t behave?” Zach asked.

I tried to keep from rolling my eyes. “You will be asked to leave.”

“That’s it?”

“It depends on what you say or do.”

“That sounds fair.” He replied. The first warning bell rang, and my friends left Justin and I to talk for a bit and walk to class.

“So, what did you have to promise him to agree to that? Or rather, how much did you have to promise him?”

“Hooky once he is medically cleared. And I might need to take the next day off too.”

“Damn. Sounds like a fun time.”

“It’s only been like four days and I already have an itch. That clearance can’t come fast enough Justin.”

“I believe it. Why do you think I hardly ever go to your place?”

“We aren’t that bad.” I rolled my eyes at him.

** **

Friday night was usually reserved for football and a movie or possibly Monty going to Bryce’s for a party. One nice thing about people not knowing about us, was that I wasn’t subjected to the parties. I was concerned that I would have to go with him now that people know about us, but he chose to stay home tonight. I was silently thankful for that as he had a tendency to… overindulge and come home late sometimes after spending time with Bryce. It wasn’t a very frequent thing, but it had been the cause of some discussions and arguments both before and after we got married.

I decided to stay home from the game since Monty wouldn’t be playing and my lack of sleep recently had begun catching up with me. For dinner, I had decided to make stuffed shell pasta. Half of them had spinach and the other half only had cheese. We watched Oliver & Company while we ate and cuddled on the couch. When that movie ended, we watched this week’s episode of FBI before calling it a night. I’m so tired. Climbing into bed in one of Monty’s t-shirts and a clean pair of underwear, I snuggled up under the blankets. He got in bed beside me and I cuddled closer. It was just passed two o’clock.

I was almost asleep when I heard him speak up. “Addy?”

“Hmmm?” I mumbled.

“I’m uh… I’m kind of horny.”

“That’s nice dear.” I mumbled patting his chest gently.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

I could tell he was expecting a legitimate answer now, so I sat up some. “That’s unfortunate for you then.”

“Come on babe. Please?” He asked, gesturing to his growing hard on. You have no idea how much I want to say yes. But sleep. Sleep is good. I decided to have a little fun with this before going to sleep. I’ll pay for this when he gets cleared, but I’m not going to complain.

“I mean… there are other things we could do….” I said, seductively.

He smirked, playing innocent. “Like what?” I have him exactly where I want him.

“Like going the fuck to sleep.” I told him, promptly rolling over as I laid back down. He made the cutest, most disappointed sound I had ever heard, and I had to fight to hold back an ‘awe’.

On Saturday mornings we usually had Scott and Charlie over for coffee and breakfast. This morning, Charlie had a little too late of a night, so it was just Scott. I was up early-too early for how late we went to bed-to get a start on making breakfast. I had decided to make coffee Belgian waffles and buttermilk biscuits since it was just the three of us this morning. I would go back to making my more traditional breakfast meals next week. Or if Monty’s friends really do like me, possibly scale the meals up a little in the future. I didn’t bother to throw any pants on, since it was so early.

Monty and I had a rule about him sleeping in on Saturdays unless there was an imminent event happening that he had to be awake for. We did not deem groceries or awkward dinners with my friends, imminent issues. I swayed around the kitchen, humming to myself while I cooked. “If I knew this would be my view as often as it is on Saturdays, I would never have made the sleeping in rule a thing.”

I jumped slightly, not expecting Monty to be up yet. I had a spoon in my mouth, tasting the espresso and buttermilk mixture to see if the ratio was right. “Morning.” I greeted. “Needs a little more espresso.” I muttered to myself, using a teaspoon to sprinkle more in.

“Need any help?” he offered, making his way over to me. The crutches were easy for him to use at this point. He grabbed his favourite mug and poured a cup of coffee.

“Sure. Can you grab me the ricotta from the fridge? And put the mixing bowl and whisk in the freezer?” He nodded and went about the tasks.

“Anything else?”

“Do you want fruit? I’m also making biscuits.”

“Fruit sounds good. What do we have?”

“There are some berries in the fridge that have to be eaten. If you use apples-.”

“Wait until closer to breakfast, I know.” I laughed at him.

“Anything else you want to add, go ahead.” He nodded and got to work at the table, mixing the salad.

While the waffle batter hydrated, I went to get changed and get ready. I settled on a purple long sleeve dress and a pair of leggings so I wouldn’t have to change when we went to the store. I curled my hair and pulled it into a ponytail and did some quick makeup, so I looked a little more presentable. By the time I was ready, Monty had started mixing the biscuits together at the table. I watched him for a few minutes, as he poured the buttermilk in the bowl and used the back of a wooden spoon to mix it together into a shaggy mass. “There’s something very attractive about a man who can cook.”

He chuckled, rolling the dough out. “Come help me cut them out? Round or square?”

“You choose.” I watched as he decided what to do. First, he grabbed the circle cutter and used the back side of it to see how much dough he would have to reshape after. Then he used the back of a knife to measure how many squares he could get out of the dough. He nodded to himself, focusing on his task.

“Square. Re-rolled biscuits are gross.” I walked over to the island and grabbed the spatula and a cookie sheet. After transferring them to the sheet, I set them in the oven he had preheated.

Ten minutes later, Scott knocked on the door. I answered it and Monty manned the waffle iron. “Hey Scott.” I greeted as he pulled me into a hug.

“Hey Addy. How are you?”

“I’m good, you? I heard you guys had a pretty late night last night.”

“Well you know how it is.” He replied, brushing it off as though it was no big deal.

“I know. Biscuits are about to come out of the oven and waffles are on.”

We walked into the kitchen, where Monty was cutting up an apple into chunks. “Hey Scott.” He greeted his friend, not looking up.

“Hey Monty.” He could immediately tell there was something off about him. “What’s up with him?”

“He’s cranky that we can’t have sex.” I half muttered back.

“I can hear you guys, you know.”

“I know. But I’m not wrong.”

“I’m not cranky.” He replied, petulantly.

“Mhmm. Sure thing sweetie.” I poured more batter in the waffle iron as the timer went off on the oven before setting to work on espresso whipped cream.

“I’ll get it.” Scott offered.

“Great.”

“Is the fruit supposed to make us feel better about the carbs?”

“Yes. Carbs are more to make you feel better about drinking last night.”

“How do you know I was drinking, hmmm Addison?” I gave him a come on look and he conceded. “Fine. Maybe I had a couple of beers.”

Our conversation flowed easily over breakfast. “Her friends are really coming over for dinner tonight? Here?”

“Yes.” I responded before Monty could.

“And this is something you agreed to?”

“Reluctantly, yes. I reserve the right to tell them to get the hell out of my house though.” Monty replied, motioning to the door.

“Whose bright idea was this exactly?”

“Justin’s. He thinks it would be ‘beneficial’ for her friends to get to know me outside of school.”

“Ohhh. Okay. Are we placing bets on how awfully this will go?”

“No.” I said, firmly.

“Addy, no offence but this is going to be a disaster.” Scott told me.

“Maybe. But if it is, do I really need to consider them my friends?”

“No, you don’t. I just don’t understand why you want to have them over for dinner.”

“Because I like to cook and if we did coffee, they wouldn’t stay long enough to listen.” Scott ruminated on that for a while and shrugged.

“These waffles are amazing by the way. What’s in them?”

“Coffee.”

“Because just coffee isn’t enough caffeine for you?”

“Not really, no.”

“What are you going to do when you get pregnant and can’t have caffeine?” My eyes widened and Monty choked on his food. We exchanged a panicked look with each other. “Oh shit. You’re not… are you?” Scott asked, thinking our exchange was something that it wasn’t.

“No!” I replied quickly. “No tiny humans. Not that we wouldn’t have them, but not for a long time.”

“Okay good. I would have needed to go talk to Zach about how to remove my foot from my mouth then.” Monty laughed at Scott’s comment and I couldn’t help but laugh a little along with him.

“Can I keep a tally of how many times he puts his foot in his mouth tonight? Please?”

“Yes. But only so you can tell Scott about it.”

“Can I get out of grocery shopping this week?” Monty asked.

“Why?”

“Because I’m injured. I’m supposed to rest Addy.”

“You just want to stay home and watch the game before my friends get here. But I suppose since you’re supposed to sit with it elevated, you can stay home. I’ll need help when I get home though.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t make a mess.” Mhmm.

Scott left shortly after breakfast and I got my things together to go to the store. “List, keys, wallet, dad’s cash for tomorrow’s dinner, phone, re-useable bags. What am I forgetting?” I mumbled to myself.

“Shoes?”

“No, I have sh-. That’s it. Shoes. Thanks love.” I threw on a pair of black Converse and kissed Monty goodbye. “I’ll be back in a while. Call if you need anything.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you too.” With that, I ran out the door on my way to Kroger.

The store wasn’t super busy for just after noon on a Saturday. I texted Justin while I checked my list. Hey, I was thinking chicken stuffed peppers tonight? I’m at the store now. “On to the list.” I muttered quietly. I made my way around to the deli and bakery section of the store to grab bread and prosciutto for the wellington tomorrow night. Justin’s ringtone interrupted my audiobook. I answered the FaceTime quickly. Thank God I’m wearing headphones. “Hey Justin. What’s up?”

“You know, the usual. How’s the store?” He was sitting on the counter in their room.

“It’s okay.”

“I asked Clay and he said stuffed peppers is fine.” He replied, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

“Okay. I’ll grab some ground chicken while I’m here.” I grabbed some milk and puff pastry from the frozen section, because we didn’t have enough of the batch I made.

“Clay also asked if we should bring anything? I told him no.”

“No, but you can tell everyone to leave their attitudes at home.” He laughed.

“Don’t worry Addy. I did. Clay knows he doesn’t want to be in the doghouse with you.”

“What about Zach? What’s gotten into him by the way?”

“Well Zach might be a little harder to control. I think he’s upset he missed that you guys were together. I don’t know. He’s my friend but sometimes he’s hard to read.” I nodded, before directing my attention to the butcher counter.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Hello, how may I help you Miss?”

“I was wondering if I could get a one-kilogram beef fillet please?”

“Sure thing Miss.” I watched as he went through the case to find the right size one and get it prepared for me.

“Thank you.” I said as I took it. He nodded in acknowledgement.

“Mom wanted beef wellington for dinner tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Dad gave me the money for it.”

As I made my way through the aisles while we talked, I grabbed the few things we needed for day to day eating until I got to the produce. There, I grabbed cremini mushrooms and some other vegetables. “These peppers look okay?” I asked Justin, holding up a bag of assorted peppers.

“Yeah. That looks fine.” I was about to head to the till when I got another call.

“Hang on, Monty is calling me.” I placed my call on hold and answered my husband. “Hey honey. Everything okay?”

“It’s good here. You’re still at the store?”

“Yeah, why? Did we need something?”

“Can you grab me some more fruit snacks please?”

“Or and hear me out for a minute. I could get you some real fruit.”

I could practically hear the face he made. “No thanks. I was hungry but didn’t know what to have, so I finished the last pack.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you your precious sugar shapes.” I laughed and we hung up. “Sorry. We had a fruit snack emergency.”

“He ran out again?”

“Yup. I’m going to run and grab some before heading home. See you tonight. Love you.”

“See you with friends in tow. Love you too Addy.”

Thankfully, checkout was quick, and I was able to get home by one. Monty helped me carry the light bags in the house and I put the groceries away. From the corner of my eye, I saw him going to grab another bag of fruit snacks. “No. Put it back. We have real food, you know.” I heard him sigh and skulk over to the fridge, which he opened for two seconds before closing again.

“I see no real food here. And fruit snacks are real food.”

“I mean food that isn’t just sugar with the word fruit written on it, so people think they are being healthy. And yes, we do. I know because I was just at the store.”

“I don’t want that food.”

“Have a bowl of cereal then.” I heard him grab the container and turned around from getting the beef tenderloin wrapped, to watch him stick his hand in it and eat straight from the bin. “Monty.”

He gulped his bite down. “Addy.”

“Did all of our bowls go missing while I was out?”

“No. I just don’t feel like dirtying a dish.”

“But that is shared food.”

“It’s not like we haven’t shared anything worse.” He retorted, that sexy little smirk spreading across his features.

“That’s different. Also, don’t start you.” I pointed at him.

“You love me.”

“I know. Can you set the table please? And stop eating out of the box.”

“Why? It’s only like one thirty.”

“Because this way we don’t have to do it later.” I shrugged.

He sighed again and set to work. “The good tablecloth and dishes?”

“No, just the regular ones are fine. We will use the good stuff tomorrow for an actually special occasion.��

My friends arrived around four thirty. I was putting the peppers in the oven, so Monty answered the door. I held my breath waiting for someone to say something. Nothing was said. Not a word. He merely led them into the kitchen and looked to me, expectantly. I gave him my best say something look. Justin cleared his throat awkwardly. My friends, Monty, and I all just stared at each other as though we were waiting to see who would crack and speak first.

“I know you said not to bring anything, but Mom made me bring something because it’s polite or something like that. So, she sent me with a loaf of fresh bread.” Alex offered, awkwardly handing the loaf to Monty. He doesn’t bite. Or at least, he doesn’t bite people who aren’t me.

“Um, thanks Alex. That’s….” He looked at me, begging for help. I nodded at him encouragingly. “nice of you.” His smile was very obviously forced.

“Thank you, Alex. Tell Carolyn we appreciate it.”

“I will. It’s still weird you call her by her first name even when she isn’t around.” He laughed. I joined him and it seemed to break the tension.

“Need any help Addy?” Justin asked, not noticing Monty shaking his head frantically at him. Zach, who still hadn’t said anything, looked at him strangely. I don’t know if the fact that he hasn’t said anything is good or bad.

“No. In fact, out of the kitchen. You know the rules.”

“I know, I know. Just thought I would offer.” I didn’t miss the look he and Monty shared.

“Rules?” Clay asked.

“Yes. Cooking for people is generally my thing. If I need help, I’ll ask for it. If one of you had offered, I would have been more polite, but since Justin spends about as much time here as he does at home, he knows better.”

“Scott already helped this morning. I’m surprised she didn’t have an aneurysm or something.” Monty added.

“We were both busy and all he did was take stuff out of the oven. I have everything under control. Go play nice boys.”

I heard Zach mutter to Clay and Alex as Monty and Justin led them back to the living room, “notice Monty isn’t doing anything to help her.” The boys nodded.

I looked to see if Monty heard him. He didn’t appear to as he sat and elevated his leg. Good. No fights before dinner. Yet anyway. I cleared my throat, catching their attention. “Two things. One, he helped me all morning and is under doctor’s orders to rest. And two, keep your comments in check. I wasn’t kidding about you being asked to leave if you can’t be nice.”

“Sorry.” Zach muttered. Clay and Alex nodded and at least looked a little guilty.

I went about my business in the kitchen while the boys spent time in the living room. Jessica had a family thing tonight, or at least, she said she did, so she wasn’t joining us. Glancing over at the group of men in my living room, I noted the clear division between them. Monty and Justin were seated in the accent chairs, while Clay, Alex, and Zach were seated on the sectional. Their conversation seemed stilted, though that was unsurprising. They don’t really have a lot in common. And also, don’t really like each other all that much. At some point, Zach, Monty, and Justin must have started talking about football because Clay and Alex came wandering back into the kitchen. I chopped some romaine for salad as they pulled up the bar stools at the island.

“Drove you away already?” I asked, smirking.

“They’re talking sports.” Clay said.

“Ah yes. At least it’s a safe topic I guess.”

“That’s true. How’s he doing, by the way? I don’t know if it would be weird for me to ask him, since you know. We don’t like each other.” Alex asked.

“He’s doing okay. I think it’s starting to get to him a bit, especially since he has to go to practice and games, but the pain and swelling have decreased. I don’t think it would be weird. Awkward maybe.”

“Should I even bother asking you to explain what actually happened?”

“Something about falling and bending and extending. I’m not really sure to be honest. I spent most of that night and the next day in varying degrees of shock.”

“That really sucks. I’m sorry Addy.” Clay smiled, sadly.

“It’s okay Clay. It could have been a lot worse, so he got pretty lucky.” Raising my voice slightly, I asked the whole group. “Does anyone want anything to drink?”

I was met with a chorus of water, no thanks, and whatever is in the fridge from my friends. “Well Justin, there are multiple things in the fridge, so what would you like?”

“I don’t know. Is there any of that passionfruit something something juice left?”

I opened the fridge to check, even though I knew there was. Neither Monty nor I liked it very much. “Yes. Since you’re the only one who drinks it, do you want to take it home?” While he thought about it, I went about getting drinks together.

“Nah. You guys can keep it here.” He responded after a couple of minutes. I rolled my eyes.

Back in the kitchen, I muttered to Clay, “I’ll send it home with you.” He nodded. I took the peppers out of the oven and let them rest on the stove for a couple of minutes. “Hey Zach, can I borrow you for a minute?”

“Sure, why?” He replied, getting up and walking over to me.

“While I’m thinking about it and have you here, can you grab the food processor from the cupboard up there?” I asked, pointing to the corner cabinet. He nodded and placed it on the counter for me. “Thanks. I need it tomorrow morning and I don’t feel like waking Monty up because I fell off the counter.”

“Again.” I heard him say as he came up behind me and placed a soft kiss on my head. We could both feel my friend’s eyes on us.

“I did not fall off the counter.” I complained.

“You would have if I hadn’t caught you.”

“Well if you didn’t put everything up on the shelves I can’t reach, we wouldn’t have this problem.” I argued playfully.

“But then I wouldn’t get to enjoy watching you struggle.” He teased.

“Enjoy watching her struggle…?” Clay asked, quietly. Monty turned to my friends.

“She makes these little grunts and her face does this frowning, determined, narrowing thing. It’s funny.” My friends shared looks with each other. Justin laughed at them. They have no idea what to make of this. Monty is actually a normal human being? I slipped my hand under his elbow and noticed he wasn’t using his crutches.

“Babe.”

“What?”

“Your crutches are… where exactly?”

“Over there.” he replied, pointing to the living room, where they were propped up against the back of the chair.

“And they aren’t here, with you because?”

“I’m not in pain or anything Addy. It’s fine.” I gave him my best wife isn’t impressed look.

“Mhmm. Just don’t complain to me when you’re in pain later.” I patted his arm and kissed his cheek, once again leaning against the counter and his arm.

“They do this. Everything is fine.” Justin told our now highly perplexed friends.

“Are you in shit?” Clay asked Monty, skeptically. He chuckled.

“Nah. She says I can’t complain about it, but as soon as you guys leave, she will be ushering me to the couch and pestering me with pillows and ice.”

Clay nodded as though he understood, but he was obviously still confused. This might be a little too much humanization a little too quickly. I transferred the peppers onto a serving plate and set them on the table. “Dinner is ready.” I offered, cheerily. The awkward tension that had returned during our exchange was beginning to get to me. The boys all smiled at the mention of food. “Sit anywhere except there and there.” I told them, pointing out Justin and Monty’s usual seats. I knew the seat next to Monty would be left empty for me.

Zach had stayed fairly quiet before we sat down. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before he started back on his new talking without thinking thing.

“Seems a little soon to be needing a two-bedroom house, don’t you think Addy?” I looked up from my salad at him, my eyes darting back and forth trying to make sense of him seemingly random comment.

“Um, no?” I asked. It was my turn to be confused.

“So there won’t be any… additions… to your little family any time soon?”

Once again today, I turned to Monty in shock. He was staring at Zach with wide eyes. “Uh. No. No tiny humans. Not for a very long time.” I turned my attention to Justin, “do I look pregnant or something?” “No. You look perfectly normal.”

“Thank you.” I looked at Zach again. He seemed to be itching to ask a follow up question. “Yes, Zach? Go ahead.” I clutched Monty’s hand under the table.

“I’m just going to assume I’m not the only one wondering how you guys afford to live here. I mean, you’re seniors in high school.”

I sighed, knowing this question would be coming sooner or later. “It’s my parent’s rental house. This was their wedding gift to us.”

“Okay?” He asked, gesturing for me to continue.

“They felt like since we will be going off to college next year, they would rather have us focus on school instead of how we were going to pay rent and stuff. That we should worry about that when we have to, and not when we live in town.”

“And they didn’t think living with the in-laws was a very good idea as newlyweds.” Monty added.

“So, as a gift to us, they let us live here rent and utilities free. Obviously, our personal expenses are our own to deal with, but as far as living expenses go, they are covered until we move to wherever we end up going next year.”

“Interesting.” Zach muttered.

“It’s not like they kicked their old tenants out. Their lease was up a few weeks before we got married and they were moving away. They just decided not to relist it.” Monty explained.

“Plus, both houses are paid for and it’s not like they need the money.”

Justin laughed. “You’re not wrong.”

“I know. Gran has started checking in now that I’m married. Wants to know if she needs to update the will.”

“Why?” Clay asked, seeming genuinely interested.

“Seems Zach isn’t the only one wondering if there will be any kids soon. She wants to know if she has to split my alleged trust fund.”

“She still ranting about how you guys didn’t ask her to come?”

Monty shot him a look. “Justin. It’s her grandmother. She’s old and rich. What do you think?”

“I don’t know, maybe she forgot?” he replied, shrugging.

“She’s cranky, not senile. How well do you think it would have gone if she was here?” I questioned.

He contemplated his answer for a moment. The colour and smile slowly slipped from his face. “No. That would have been bad.”

“Exactly.”

“Why would it have been bad?” Zach asked, but I assumed he could guess why. The guy drives a sixty-thousand-dollar car for Christ’s sake.

“Because he isn’t an obscenely rich white dude who wears suits to school every day. She would have probably stopped the whole thing and brought in some son of an Earl or something.”

“Kind of figured. Son of an Earl you say? Which one?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Sandwich? If not an Earl, some other rich British guy who would be boring as hell.”

“Are you saying I’m not boring?” Monty gasped.

“Well… you’re kind of broken right now so if I was your wife I would say yes.” Alex replied, quietly. I turned to Monty, trying to gauge his reaction. He looked… amused. And then he burst out laughing. Clay turned to me, with his brows raised high.

“I would argue it makes me more exciting.”

“How?”

“I get to come up with all new ways to annoy her.”

“Like what?”

“Making me pick up more fruit snacks at the store because he couldn’t eat the food we had here for some reason.” I interjected, smirking slightly.

“That isn’t food.” Clay said.

“See! I told you.”

“Yes honey.” Monty muttered, patting me on the head. I turned and pouted at him. He raised his brow challengingly and I could feel my pupils begin to dilate slightly. Justin cleared his throat quietly and when I turned back to the table, thankfully it didn’t seem as though anyone else noticed our exchange. How am I going to make it until he gets cleared for sex when he looks at me like that? Why was I so worried about him? I’m the one who is struggling.

“Oh and Zach?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t have the silver spoon shoved in your mouth as soon as you were born.”

“What’s that supposed to mean Addy?”

“It means you don’t get to comment on the fact that my parents let us live here for free. Your first car was a freaking brand new Audi.”

He shrugged, almost admitting I was right. There was a somewhat awkward silence while we ate, which I wasn’t sure was good or bad. On the one hand, no talking while eating mean’s the food is good. On the other hand, it’s dinner with my friends and my husband. Alex broke the silence, asking, “how did her parents react to her bringing you home? No offence but you’re… you. And she’s… her. Or more specifically, Mr. Hawthorne is him.”

“Better than I expected and definitely better than Addison expected. She sat in the car for close to fifteen minutes, just staring at the house.”

“He wasn’t a total dick to you?” Alex’s brow raised.

“Not really. Asked me a couple of questions and that was it. It struck me as kind of odd, but I wasn’t going to say anything. I thought he would be more interested since I was dating his daughter and like you said, I’m probably not what he expected.”

“You mean, you didn’t say anything yet.” Justin added, pointing his empty fork.

“Right. But that isn’t a talk for today. That will require more time and possibly popcorn.”

“Popcorn? Couldn’t have been that exciting.” Zach said.

“It was. Also, can it Dempsey. I didn’t suggest this so you could be an ass all night.” Justin told him. “I’ve had far more experience with her dad than any of you. He knows what he’s talking about.”

“Okay, sorry.” Zach raised his hands in surrender.

With that sorted for now, the rest of dinner was mostly quiet. It was still awkward and there was some stilted small talk, but I think I had begun the process of humanizing Monty to my people. Hopefully in the future, they could all become something akin to friends. Or maybe polite acquaintances.  “Do you want us to stay and help clean up?” Clay asked, after a not so discreet elbow in the ribs from Justin.

“No, it’s okay. Thank you for the offer though.” I told him as we ushered my friends to the door. Monty stood behind me with his hand on the door, ready to close it the second they left.

“Dinner was good by the way.” Zach told me.

“Thank you, Zach.” I nodded. Everyone needs to leave. Get out. I want to be alone with my husband. I smiled politely and Justin seemed to realize what I was doing.

“This was fun. See you Monday guys. Tell Margot I said happy birthday tomorrow Addy.” He gave me a quick hug.

“It was and I will.” They left moments later and Monty closed the door firmly.

“Fun? He called that fun?”

“I guess so. I mean, it went better than I expected.” I shrugged, walking back to the kitchen to put the dishes in the dishwasher.

“I expected to kick them all out before we sat down. I would most definitely not call it fun though.”

“Go sit. I’ll have a bag of ice for you in a minute.” I ordered, pointing

towards the couch. He sighed and I heard him limp over and sit.

After the dishes were loaded and leftovers were put in the fridge, I went to

change into some fuzzy pj pants so I could be comfortable while I started

getting the beef ready for tomorrow. I grabbed the fillet out of the fridge and

got the plastic wrap out to wrap it tightly. Dinner prep was done for the

night moments later and I was able to go sit with Monty on the couch for a

while.

[music-wxtch]

hey hey hey! could you do a blurryface era tyler jospeh were he dates a satanic reader. thanks!

Contracted to the Darkness

a/n: in the beginning, the reader (female) is in eighth grade and then the story time periods to beginning of/summer of senior year of high school

Reader P.O.V.

I had just got home with my auntie from our little coven. As she tried to unlock our old, rusted door, I looked over to see a moving truck next door to the church. You see, me and my aunt live on a street with a bunch of catholic families and a church literally down our street. It’s so ironic because we are wiccans, “witches” of the dark Lord, Satan.

“Ah ha!” my aunt said as she got the door to open. “Come come now dear, I’ve got to make some macaroons for the High Priest’s wife”she said as she headed her arm out to let me inside. My Aunt Anastasia was a very sweet and kind hearted lady. She sometimes even reminds me of Aunt Hilda from the old comic book series, Sabrina, The Teenage Witch. I slowly put my homemade knitted hat on the coat rack and walked into the kitchen where my aunt was. “Hey Auntie…” I started, “did you see that moving truck near the church. I think I saw a family moving in with boxes.” She looked up from what she was doing. “No sweetie, but if you want to make your famous cookies to welcome them, I think you might just make some new friends” she said with a smile. HA! New friends? This woman sends me to a catholic grade school and then expects me to make friends. “New friends my ass” I mumbled. “Hey!” she yelled. It caused me to jumped a bit because she only yelled at me if I was in serious trouble. I looked at her and she rubbed her hands against her face and let out a sigh. “Look (y/n), I know it’s very hard to make friends, especially when you’re a wiccan and you go to a catholic school. I sent you there because I want you to make the most of you’re school work, which you are…” she began, “But I can’t fix the whole ‘religion’ thing.” She walked up a bit to hug me. “Just promise me you won’t get hurt. I love you and you know that” she said. I hugged her back. “Now let’s make some cookies for the neighbors” she said.

…………………

As I was walking down the street with a hot plate of fresh cookies in my hands, I heard a group of boys yell “Satan’s bitch”. I ignored them and kept walking down the street. When I got to the moving truck, a woman, who I assumed was the mother, came up walking to me with a smile on her face. I smiled and walked up to her, where we both met in the middle. “Hello there! You must be our next door neighbor I’m guessing” she said with a sweet smile. “Actually, I’m you’re neighbor from up the street…” I said, pointing to my house the best I could. “But um, yes, I am your neighbor.” I finished with a small chuckle. She laughed and called for her kids so I could meet them.

As they all came out, the kinda lined up in front of their mom; except for one. He had a red beanie on, black clothes, beside his socks which were red, and these chocolate eyes, you could get lost in. “This is Madison, Zach, Jay, and…” she turned around to grab the eldest child by the shoulders and move him in front of her “This is our oldest, Tyler.” she said. I said hi and then the little girl, ran up and stood next to me and said “Are those cookies for me?”. She had the biggest puppy eyes I’ve ever seen. I giggled a bit and told her “Well, they are for you, but there for your brothers too”. “Do you have annoying brothers too” she asked. “Actually no. I just live with my Aunt Anastasia. But I’m sure you can meet her soon” I said. “Where’s you’re mommy and daddy?” she asked. I was starting to get uncomfortable with that question, but then the neighborhood ‘Golden Boy’, Johnny Newsham came from behind me and said to her, “Well little girl…” he said as he put his arm around my shoulder, “Her daddy’s in jail and her mommy is dead. Isn’t that right (y/n)?” “Excuse me?” I heard the mother say, “I think you need to leave young man. Now.” Johnny put his hands up in surrender and walked away. She gently took the plate out of my hand and said “I’m sorry sweetie.”. She put a hand on my shoulder and thanked me for the cookies. “It’s fine really. I hear from it a lot at school.” I said trying to shrug it off. “Here, let me get Tyler to walk you home.” she said with a slight smile. I saw Tyler trying to help with the boxes and it looked like he didn’t want to be bothered. “No thanks Mrs. Jospeh, I can just go by myself.” “No no, sweetie I insist…” she said calmly “Tyler!” Tyler came running out of the house and stood right next to his mom. “Yes…” “Could you walk this nice girl home please?” she said convincing. He looked at me, up and down, then looked back at his mom. “Let’s go” he said out of sarcasm. As we walked home, I asked where he was he going to school.

“Queen Of Peace. You?” he asked.

“Same” I said quietly.

“Bet you have many friends there” he said sighing.

“Nope. Get bullied everyday. Same reason, same people” I said. He looked at me and them slightly smiled. “Me too.” We get to the front of my porch. “Wait!” I yelled before he started walking away. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my number on it. “Here” I said, handing him the paper. Then I held out my hand.

“Hi, I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).” I said with a smile. The boy chuckled and held out his hand. “Hello, I’m Tyler Jospeh”.

~One Year Later - Freshman Year~

Tyler P.O.V.

It was possibly one of the worst thing that could happen in high school; dances. The home-coming dance was coming up and I didn’t have anyone to go with. Neither did (y/n). But the beginning of Christmas Break in eight grade, we were best friends. So, maybe we could go just as friends; I mean, our families want us to go and be a little more social.

…………

“Hey (y/n/n)” I called out.

“Hey Ty, you ok?” she asked with concern. I swear, she had the cutest little face when she was questioning.

“Yeah… yeah, actually I wanted to ask you something,” I said. I really hopes this doesn’t screw anything up between us. “Did you wanna go to homecoming dance with me… ya know, like as friends and if you don’t we could go to that new Taco Bell or we cou-“ she placed her small finger between my blabbering lips.

“Sure, why not” she replied. Later that week, I’ve never seen anyone wear a black and red dress so perfectly.

~One and a Half Year Later - Summer of Sophomore Year~

Reader’s P.O.V.

“Oh no, Where are you thy Romeo?” I called out.

“Over here, by the Black Lake Juliet” Tyler said in a terrible romantic accent. I laughed so hard I almost fell to the ground. It’s been two years since Tyler found out about me being a wiccan, but he says that we all have demons and that I was brave enough to believe in them. We were currently playing in my in-ground pool in my yard. Hey, I might live in the creepiest house on th street, but at least I’ve got the biggest backyard. My aunt was on a ‘date’ with her boss and she trusted me and Ty to stay here and be safe.

Suddenly I was splashed out of my thoughts when a giant wave of water came hitting my face. “TYLER!” I yelled but laughed. He laughed, but soon had his head under water when I decided to dunk him under water. He got up and tackled me. We basically played around until we both got tired and went inside to get changed. This was life now, living by it’s fullest.

~One Year Later - Junior Year Prom~

Tyler’s P.O.V.

I had her up against the wall of her bedroom, silently moaning my name over and over again. I started leaving little marks on her beautiful (s/c) skin. Her hands went so high into my hair, she slipped off my red beanie that I wear mostly everyday. She kept tugging my hair repeatedly and then I had her jump. Her small, converse-covered ankles hooked together around my back.

I don’t know what came over me. First we went to the Prom as friends, like usual, but then a lonely asshole tried flirting with her. Me being me had to put an end to this bull crap. I walked up to them and grabbed (y/n) by her wrist. We walked out of that gym with lust in our system. I first kissed her in the car, and then had to focus on driving to her house.

But now we were here, only in our undergarments.

I think you know what happened next… *winks*

~One Year Later - Summer before Senior Year~

Reader’s P.O.V.

I got everything I wanted. A boyfriend, who didn’t care who I believed in, My Auntie being High Priestess at our coven, and happy life. Satan bless us all for our final year through the gates of High School.

[cammortiz]

was i made from a broken mold ?

about : cameron has a panic attack, ends up passing out and hitting his head. janelle finds him and calls 911.

time & location : may 23rd, sometime around 11:00 am, continues through the day. cameron and janelle’s house, then the hospital.

trigger warnings : panic attack, hospital, talk of blood, talk of mental health, talk of suicide

to say that cameron was exhausted would be an understatement. he hadn't really been sleeping, only maybe four hours a night, going to bed at one am and waking up at five am was proving to be quite difficult. playing at prom was amazing, sure, but combined with everything they needed to get ready for tour, the after party last night, and things he hadn't been taking very good care of emotionally, cameron was a mess. he was trying to clean their bathroom, the next thing on his list of chores, seeing as he hated leaving the house a mess when he was to be going for a long period of time. cam was wiping down the mirrors, a rag in hand, when he heard his phone ping from the countertop. he reached over, sighing as the name 'she devil' was displayed on his screen. he unlocked it, his eyes scanning over the words, 'i told you all that pot wasn't good for you, but look what you even did to your poor fucking baby. i bet you didn't even care if you were smoking around her. she probably got poisoned.' he let out a shaky sigh, beginning to set the phone back down on the counter when it vibrated again, 'i knew you were going to fuck something up again. i just didn't think it would ever be this horrible.' cameron's hands began to shake now, sliding his thumb up to press the power button down, turning his phone off for good. he leaned forward, pressing the palm of his free hand down on the counter, as the other one gripped tightly to the device. he was trying so hard to stay calm, to stay okay. he had too much to do, and he knew he couldn't waste a second of it getting upset over anything. though his thoughts proved to be no use as he turned his body quickly, swinging his arm at the shower wall, letting his phone slip out of his hand, hitting the tile with a very loud crash, obviously smashing it into a million pieces.

his mind was racing, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t stop it. soon, his breathing was hitching in his throat, and his hands were gripping onto the edge of the counter so hard, his knuckles were turning white. cameron was trying as hard as he could to prolong the inevitable, though it only ended up making matters worse. he gasped, a hand moving up to clutch the material of his shirt hanging at his chest, his short nails digging into his skin. he glanced up into the mirror, noticing that his neck was starting to break out in hives, a sure sign that things were not going to end up well. he gasped again, trying to get as much air into his lungs as he could, but he fell short, and he was beginning to see the little white dots cloud his vision. this was getting bad, really, really bad, and he had no way to stop it. camerons hand started working against his chest again, scratching at his skin through his shirt, trying to relieve himself of the itching the hives brought on. his chest was rising and falling too rapidly now to be able to even attempt to catch his breath like he knew he needed to. cameron’s entire body was trembling, and his legs were beginning to grow weak, he tried to keep his body held up on the counter, hoping that his upper body strength would be enough, but of course, it wasn’t. one of his legs gave out first, and the other followed shortly after and all of a sudden, the world went dark. cameron fell down onto the tile flooring, passing out in the middle of his fall, his head, smacking off the edge of the bathtub. his body laid limply on the floor, a small trickle of blood began to stream down the side of his face caused by the hit to his head.

To say that this weekend hadn’t been already starting off amazingly would be an understatement. Janelle felt as if she had gotten a redo of her and Cam’s Junior prom. Having stolen him for dances when the boys weren’t playing, but also made sure she had plenty of time to take pictures of the boys, her brothers’ band, her sister, and of course Briar and Zach being the cutest thing ever that night. After prom came the after party, and Janelle stayed up till god knows what time even with Cam passing out around one am. She ended up sleeping in till around nine. She did her normal morning routine, that she added in taking the puppies, on a walk around the block, luckily Cam had taken Deliliah with him when he went out for his run and she was already asleep up on their bed.

By the time she got back from the walk with the boys Janelle was ready for a nap, but she wasn’t going to end up getting it, unlike Parker and Peter who found their way up onto the couch and curled up sleeping. Janelle shook her head at the two of them. Cam and her had made a list and planned to divide and concor to try and get some of it done with this weekend they both had off. She had been tasked to organize, the already pretty well organized, kitchen. She pulled out things that were going to be expiring within the month that was already open, so they could finish them up, and she started to check dates on things that would end up expiring during tour, going to probably drop it off at her mom’s knowing that someone over there would end up eating them.

As she was finished up, making a basket to bring over to her moms she heard a crash upstairs. She walked into the living room seeing the boys still asleep on the couch; it wasn’t them. She walked up stairs hearing Deliliah scratching at the bathroom door. “Go lay back down sweetie.” She tried to pull Deliliah from the door but she wasn’t having it, but there wasn’t much Janelle could do when she heard a thud to the floor. Opening it, Delilah was already to run in, but Janelle was able to grab her, picking her up,  and seeing Cam on the floor.  “Nope nope you’re staying out here.” She put Deliliah back in their room, closing the door before going over to Cam, seeing the small bit of blood coming from his forehead “Cammy..” She shook his body slightly, trying to see if she could just wake him up, but when he didn’t respond to her, she quickly got out her phone calling 911.

As an operator picked up, Janelle had to try and not just start sobbing on the floor. She tried to explain what happened, even though she didn’t even know what happened. She gave all the info she needed to, and stayed on the phone with her, at least until the paramedics got there.

cameron's body was slumped at this point, his neck was an angle that seemed to be anything but comfortable, and the blood was continuing to slide down his face with every second that passed. it wasn't a horrible wound, but it was a big enough one that could cause a good amount of fluid. after a few moments, he groaned, trying to move his body slightly. he got his neck to shift, his head sliding onto the ground with a quiet thud. cam groaned again, his eyes slowly fluttering open, "wha -" he started, bringing a hand up to rub along his cheek, pulling it away, noticing his fingers were covered in his own blood, "what -" he started again, though he couldn't figure out how to string along a proper sentence, his words were getting jumbled in his head, and his mind was foggy, "elle," he mumbled, being able to get out at least part of janelle's name, "what - happened?"

Janelle sat there trying to keep calm, the operator helping a lot, but she could still hear Deliliah scratching at the door. She let out a breath as she started to see Cam move. "Hey hey, don't move baby.."  she reached her hand over to him running her fingers along his arm. She was about to say something but she started to hear the ambulance coming, hanging up on the operator. "You don't move." her tone was firm as she got up and went to the door, trying to catch Deliliah before she ran in but couldn't and just let her go right to Cam's side - she was just as worried as Janelle was. "Deliliah you make sure he doesn't move okay?" Janelle made her way down stairs, grabbing both of the boys to put them in their playpen before going to open the door as she saw the flashing pull up in front of the house.

cameron groaned again, trying his hardest to sit up, but just janelle's words were enough to get him to lay back down. his mind and his body were too weak to even try to fight with her now, not like he normally would in times like these. he tried his best to say yes to her statement, but his word only came out like a muffled groan. he let his head fall back again, his eyes fluttering closed, even as delilah ran in, pawing softly at his arm before she laid directly down on his bicep, whining softly. the paramedics pulled directly into the driveway, a couple of people hopping out of the truck rather quickly, walking their way up to the front door, "mrs. puckerman?" they asked as she neared the door, "what seems to be the problem? and where is the injured?" one of them asked, adjusting the bag on their shoulder.

Janelle ran her hand into her hair nodding "Yeah, hi thank you guys for coming so quickly." She let them inside. trying to find the right words. "I'm not exactly sure what happened." She started before going to the second question "He's upstairs in the master bathroom." She showed them the way up, going in and letting them go to the bathroom. One of them went in as the other started asking her more questions, her doing the best she could with what was being asked.

"it's our job, ma'am," one of the emt's replied, taking a couple steps into the house. both of them followed closely behind janelle, one of them holding a portable gurney in one hand, and the other was holding one of the bags. they walked up to the master bedroom, immediately going into the bathroom. he checked out cameron, shining a light in his eyes, checking his vitals, and beginning to clean up his wound to hopefully help limit the bleeding. "we're going to have to take him to the general hospital, it looks like he has a concussion, and this wound here is going to need some stitches." the emt spoke, sliding a neck brace onto the male.

Janelle stayed out in the bedroom letting the emts do their work, trying to call Rosemary, and then Zach and Jared. She really felt like she was going to be sick seeing Cameron like that. there wasn't anything she could have done, and she just knew how upset cam would be with her after this.

as the other emt finished up with janelle, he walked into the bathroom, helping get cameron onto the flat gurney, counting to three before they lifted him up, earning a groan from the male. they walked him out into the bedroom, and slowly down the stairs, setting him on the rolling bed they had waited by the door. "will you be riding with us, ma'am?" the male turned quickly, asking janelle. cameron was far too out of it to even beg her to go with him, though he would have if he could have.

Deliliah followed them out of the bathroom as they took him out, before going over to Janelle. She picked her up "daddy's gonna be okay. promise they are gonna take good care of him." She said, keeping her in her arms as she walked down stairs with her. "Um." She nodded. "I just need to grab my bag, and his wallet.." She nodded again. Janelle went into the living room putting Deliliah down with her brothers. "you three behave please." She mumbled to the dogs,  grabbing her bag, putting his wallet and keys in there before going out with them to get into the ambulance.

the emt's nodded, beginning to wheel cameron into the ambulance, already getting him hooked up to a heart monitor, and strapped into place properly. as they finished, the male climbed out of the rig, waiting outside to help janelle in, thankfully it wasn't too much time. cameron was in and out of consciousness, mumbling things incoherently, and letting out a few, weak groans as they drove to the hospital. once there, they got him inside, stopping janelle by the doors to the emergency room, "you'll need to wait here, some paperwork will have to be filled out while the nurses and doctors check him out, but i'm sure they will call you as soon as he's ready. just - head over there," he spoke, pointing to the emergency room desk.

Janelle nodded to him, thanking him again before heading over to the emergency desk. "Hi, my boyfriend just came in on the ambulance." She started, giving the info she needed too, going into his wallet when they asked for his healthcare card, not seeing one in there, going through almost all of them. "Um he doesn't have one in here. can i give you his parents name? He must still be on one of theirs." She ran her hand over her arm, probably should have grabbed a sweater too before leaving. The nurses finished up with her telling her she can have a seat and once he was settled they would be able to bring her back to him.

the nurse at the desk was very sweet, though it was clear she was just trying to get her job done. she handed janelle the paperwork needed, asking her to fill out a few forms for cameron, though telling her to wait on the signature, as cameron would have to do that himself. "mm, sure, hun, let me see what i can find," the nurse spoke as she typed into the computer, shaking her head, "yeah, i'm not having anything come up on my end, are you able to contact them at all? they might want to be here too, if he's in the emergency room." she noted, "i'll have it billed to the address you put down here, and if need be, you can file a claim with the health care provider if nothing turns up, alright?" she added before instructing janelle to have a seat. it was about a half an hour before the doctor came in to find janelle, "mrs - puckerman?" he called, "cameron is all set, we've brought him up to the second floor, if you want to follow me up there to see him? we can chat on the way."

Janelle took the paperwork from her nodding looking it over, trying to think how much she was actually going to be able to fill out without texting Rosemary - not like she wouldn't just want her there right now. "Yeah i'll totally get right on trying to get a hold of them" it was more under her breath then to her nurse. She filled everything out that she could as she waited. it felt so much longer than a half hour but when she heard her name call she jumped up nodding "Okay. yeah thank you." she ran her fingers in her hair worried for the bad news that would probably come.

the doctor moved aside, letting janelle out the door before he followed closely behind, "so, we did a full workup on cameron, he did pass out, as i'm sure you know, what caused that - we don't fully understand. does he have a history of fainting? or anything that could cause a dizzy spell of any kind?" she asked, tucking her clipboard under her arm as they walked, "we also have reason to believe he has a concussion, we're waiting for the mri to open up, but he'll be going in there shortly to get confirmation on that. - and lastly, the wound on his head is pretty superficial, there was no damage to his skull, though it does have about - eight or nine stitches helping heal that wound." she explained as she rounded the corner to the hallway his room was on, stopping in front of his door, "he's pretty awake right now, we have him on some fluids, so that should help him. just make sure you're careful, he seems to still be pretty confused."

Janelle pushed her hair behind her ear. "Not that i know of no." She started, "though I don't believe it's diagnosed, but he does have panic attacks, so I don't know if that would have been linked to this." She nodded listening to everything else. "Thank you."She said softly, before going to the door handle and pushed it opened seeing Cam in bed, and she instantly was sad but happy. Going over to him she wanted to just fling her arms around him knowing he was going to be okay, but she stopped herself. "hey Cam." She walked over to the side of the bed kissing his cheek softly. "How are you feeling.."

"panic attacks? alright - we'll come back later, he seemed a little - anxious when we were asking him questions earlier, so that makes sense, but we're going to give him a bit of a break until we need to take him to mri," she explained, before leaving janelle to see cameron. cam picked his head up just slightly as janelle walked in, though his eyebrows furrowed in pain. "hi - baby," he mumbled, his voice hoarse and quiet. "m' fine - elle, really. i - just slipped," he mumbled, turning his head slightly to look at her.

Janelle nodded "oh yeah breaks are good." she said knowing how hard it would be for her to get him to talk, it had to be even harder for them. Once she was over to the bed, she pulled the closest chair over to sit down, "Mm your nine stitches in your head say otherwise" She took his hand lacing her fingers with his. "I was scared Cam.." She said softly not wanting to look at him when she said that.

cameron let out a sigh, "nine?" he mumbled, letting his eyes move away from her, training them on the ceiling. he brought his gaze back down to janelle as she spoke, trying to shake his head, but that proved to bring him more pain, "elle, baby, i'm okay, i promise," he mumbled, reaching a shaking hand over to try to grab onto hers, "- i'm - sorry i scared you, sweetheart,"

"or eight, at least that is what your doctor said." She said softly looking back over at him "Cam. I heard a crash, and then a thud and you were on the floor bleeding. you weren't okay." She told him shaking her head "Do you remember what happened?" She whispered softly.

"eight - okay," he grumbled, letting out a slow, shaky sigh, "i - but i'm fine now, right? i'm - good." cameron mumbled, letting his eyes fall to the blanket laying over his legs. he was disappointed - but not in anyone but himself. he had hurt the one, single person, he promised to never hurt. "i - had another - w - whatever it's called. i - uh - got dizzy, i - i guess. i don't - remember."

Janelle quickly looked over to him shaking her head. "They still need to have you have an MRI, just to check to see if you have a concussion or not." She bit down on her lip "Panic attack?" She questioned softly sighing. "I don't know who was more worried about you me or deiliah" She said softly.

"yeah - okay," he mumbled, "but it's just a con - concussion. it's not like it's really that bad, baby." cameron could barely speak above a whisper, his throat being too dry to even attempt to raise it. "yeah - that," cam grumbled, letting out a puff of air at the mention of the actual term, "i don't know - is she okay, though? are - are they all okay?"

"It could be bad though." She  told him. "Like what if that had happened and I wasn't home?" Janelle didn't want to start crying but she could feel her eyes tearing up. "She's fine, the boys are fine. She kept trying to run into the bathroom before i just let her."

"but it wasn't, baby," he added, glancing over to her, "i would have been just fine, i - woke up after a second, didn't i? that's what the doctors said." cameron mumbled, noticing her tears, "baby, come on, don't cry, please, i'm - i'm fine, okay? they're gonna bring me - me to the mri, and then - then they'll let me go." he promised, hoping that he would at least comfort her slightly.

Janelle shrugged a little bit "maybe more like a minute?" She shook her head, quickly pushing them away "i'm not crying, i think dust just got in my eye" Janelle mumbled with a sigh "Or the mri says there is something wrong, and then you have to stay here or something." She shook her head slightly, clearly thinking of all the worst things that could happen.

"whatever, same difference," he mumbled, letting out a puff of air, "you're crying, janelle. i know what crying looks like," he reached his hand out again, hoping that she would take it this time. "i don't think anything is going to be wrong, janelle. it's fine. i'm fine, okay? please." cameron was getting aggravated now, hating that he had to lay here in this bed, hating that he did something so idiotic to get him here, "oh - fuck. rose. did you call her?"

"minutes sixty seconds longer than a second" Janelle teased, before finally taking his hand, squeezing it gently, though she ignored him saying she was crying. "Are you really fine, or are you just saying your fine for me to drop it Cam?" Hospitals were no place to argue knowing it set her anxiety off so she really was trying to keep her own emotions in check. She nodded "yeah i texted her when the emts were looking at you, and texted her asking about your health insurance. I couldn't find the card in your wallet, and the nurse at the er desk said there was nothing on file for you, though she asked if i could try and call your mom and dad about it, I didn't i promise."

cameron wrapped his fingers around her hand, squeezing it as best as he could, though it wasn't to much at all. "i'm fine, janelle." he mumbled again, avoiding picking either option he was given. he just wanted to get out of here, and that's what he was trying to do, "oh - yeah. i don't have any," he said simply, letting out a slow sigh, "uh - my parents took me off when i - moved out, and obviously it's - not easy to get with the kind of job i have, so i just - never did."

Janelle shook her head "We'll see if the doctor says your fine" She ran her thumb along his hand softly. She wanted him to be fine but there was something in the pit of her stomach that something wasn't 100%. Janelle rolled her eyes a little bit. "your parents are fucking assholes, have i said that recently, or actually ever?" She shook her head. "So me calling 911, is gonna lead to such an expensive bill" she mumbled to herself pulling her hand away running both of her hands over her face.

"she'll say i'm fine, janelle." he mumbled, letting his head rest back on the pillows. he felt like shit, truthfully, his head was pounding, and he felt like he was going to throw up at any given moment, but he would never tell her that, "yeah - they are. - it's fine. is rose on her way?" he asked, eyebrows raising, "did you tell her i was fine, though? or what did you say? she's - gonna be worried, fuck," he mumbled, biting down hard on the corner of his lip. "yeah - it will - but it's fine."

Janelle shrugged her shoulders slightly just dropping it. "mm she is, I just told her you passed out and i called 911 and we are at the hospital. I didn't have much else to give her" She looked over at him. "You are fine with what is probably a 500 dollar ambulance ride, then everything else just adds up after that. You probably sitting here waiting for her to come back is like a dollar every thirty seconds" She sighed

cameron nodded his head slowly, letting out a sigh, "she's gonna fuckin' kill me, - fuck," he mumbled, his voice filled with annoyance, though it wasn't directed towards anyone but himself. "try two thousand, not to mention all the shit they're pumping me with, and then the blood work, and the bed, and the testing - the mri n' shit," he mumbled, letting out another sigh. it was getting to be pretty overwhelming, having to think about all this stuff, though he was trying to ignore the bubbling anxiety, "it's - fine, though. i - have enough."

"Cam she's not going to kill you. At least not right now she probably won't." She let out a small sigh. As he started to add up everything, it was getting her even more worried over that bill that would end up at the house. "I mean it is fine, but shit babe."

"she is going to kill me," he mumbled, shaking his head, "i'm supposed to tell her - about - these things," he tilted his head down, looking to his hands which were resting on the blanket, "the - what - whatever you want to call them." cameron sighed, bringing a hand up to push his hair back, causing him to flinch in pain as he brushed against the stitches. truthfully, money was getting to be a problem, with everything they were trying to pay off right now, but cameron would never tell her that, "the boys? did you call them?" he mumbled, his eyebrows raising just slightly.

"She is not going to kill you." She repeated her hand running up his arm slowly trying to keep him calm. "Panic attack." She said simply. "That is what they are.." She  leaned over kissing his cheek softly. "Maybe not push your hair back on that side" All she wanted was to get in bed and hold him and tell him everything would be okay. "mmhmm. Jared finally texted back saying he'll go over and check on the boys and deliliah."

"she is one hundred percent going to kill me," he mumbled, letting out a slow sigh as she ran her hand up his arm, turning his head just slightly to watch her movements. "yeah - whatever." cameron grumbled, shaking his head slowly. "o - okay. - and zach?" he asked, eyebrows raising slightly. he hated having to be here, having to lay in this bed so helpless and weak. "can't you just -" he started to try and plead with her to get him out of here, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door, the doctor soon opening the door to take a couple of steps inside, "mr. weston," she started, "cameron, please." he spoke quietly, hating to have to hear his last name more than needed, "- alright then, cameron, - i just need to ask you a couple more questions before we take you into get that mri, sound good?" she began, earning a slow nod from cameron.

"She is one hundred percent not gonna kill you Cameron." She tried to convince him. "Zach said he'll come by if you have to stay overnight, he doesn't want Briar to end up worrying." She said simply. "But if they do let you go home he's gonna stop by the house and check in." She smiled slightly letting her hand run down to his, lacing their fingers together just as the knock was on the door Janelle gave his hand a soft squeeze, hoping everything would go smoothly.

cameron rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. he knew very well how rosemary would react, they were very similar, the two of them and he couldn't imagine her reacting any better than he did when she was in the hospital. "yeah - okay, that sounds good," cam nodded again, letting out another breath. the doctor grabbed the clipboard at the end of his bed, beginning to read over the chart quickly, "alright so - i was told you experience panic attacks, is that correct?" she asked, raising her eyebrows, "uh - yeah. i - guess so," he mumbled, avoiding the doctors gaze. "and how long have those been happening?" she asked as she began to write something down on the chart, "uh - a couple - a while. long as i can remember," he sighed, lacing his fingers with janelles.

Janelle sat there quietly, squeezing his hand again, to show she was there, this would be fine, and that it would be okay. She let her thumb run along his hand, keeping her eyes on them, as she felt her heart slowly start to break when he said as long as he could remember. She was now wondering how long that actually was.

the doctor nodded her head slowly, continuing to ask questions about the attacks, how frequently, how long did they last, and if he had ever passed out from them before. cameron answered truthfully, saying that they happened a couple of times a month, only a few minutes, fifteen tops, and no, he had never passed out from them before. the doctor looked up, nodding her head at his answers, "alright - so since panic attacks stem from anxiety, i'm going to have to ask you a couple of questions regarding your mental health, is that alright?" cameron nodded his head, slowly, clearly anxious for what was to come. she went through the routine, asking if he had a history of mental illness, resulting in him explaining his sister, though his parents and his family were clear as far as he knew. she continued to ask about his personal history, if he had any symptoms of depression, the usual questions asked during a situation like this one. her last questioned noticeably stunned cameron, "and have you ever had any thoughts about ending your life in any way?" she asked softly, making sure her words didn't hit too sharp. cameron hesitated, his breathing hitching in his throat, and his heart monitor began beeping slightly faster, "n - no. i - haven't." he stuttered, shaking his head slowly.

When that last question hit, Janelle was assuming that the no would come just as all the other questions had come - easily. but when the heart monitor started beeping faster, she looked right at him. She couldn't tell if he was just worried to say no, or if he was lying. her eyes dropped from looking at him, wishing the doctor would say what was going on now.

Cameron sighed slowly, as the doctor raised her eyebrows, clearly questioning his answer, "cameron, you're going to need to tell the truth, here. I need to be able to treat you properly, and if you're not telling us the truth, we cannot do that," her words were firm, yet they were still soft. Cameron's hands started to tremble again, sliding the hand that was holding janelle's away from her, hiding both of them under the blanket, "it was - it was just once, when i was younger, it's - it's not anymore - it was just once," he promised, though his words were quiet, clearly terrified for how his words would hit the people in the room with him.

When Cam hand pulled away from her, she dropped her hand from the bed and into her lap. She listened to her words, but couldn't look at him. Her heart broke in that moment, shattering. she hadn't been prepared to hear him say that, even if it was in the past and he didn't think that anymore. Janelle finally got up. "Excuse me." She said  mostly to the doctor, still not looking at cam, walking out of the room leaving her bag there. She found her way to one of the bathrooms going inside locking the door behind her. She leaned up on the door, her head banging on the back of the door as the tears just started to fall. How didn't she know. She didn't even know with her best friend, but was just oblivious because Briar took over her mind when she knew that she was that bad. But Cam? She would never have expected it from him. Though slowly learning more of his home life when he was younger. She slid down onto the floor, letting out a sob. trying to just get all the tears out before going back to his room.

"- elle," he started to say, as soon as she got up from the chair. his heart shattering more and more with every single step that she took. cameron let his head fall back onto the pillows, not even caring about the pain his harsh action caused him. he fucked up. how could he - he should have just lied and it would have been fine, no one would question him, and he wouldn't have had to break janelle like that. "i take it, she didn't know?" the doctor asked, earning a huff from the male, "no - she didn't," he mumbled, bringing a hand up to push his hair away, "alright - well," the doctor started, letting out a soft sigh, "i'll be keeping that in mind while we run some more tests, okay? another doctor, who specializes in mental health will be coming in to see you later today, or tomorrow depending on how your mri goes, alright? i'm going to get a nurse in here to take you down in just a few moments." she explained, closing the clipboard, hanging it back on the edge of his bed. cameron let out a sigh, turning his head towards the window, his eyes already filling up with tears.

Janelle had been in the bathroom a good ten minutes before she finally was able to compose herself. She splashed some water in her face letting out a small sigh. "You're fine, Janelle. Cam is fine, now.." She said softly looking at herself in the mirror. She walked back out making her way back to Cam's room, slowly opening the door, thankful he was still there and they didn't take him for the mri yet. "hi." her voice was soft before she went back over to her chair.

"hey," he mumbled, turning his head away from her. cameron knew damn well the disappointment that would be shown on her face, and he didn't know if he could handle something like that right now. he already felt idiotic enough, just from how he got himself in this situation, and now the one thing he never wanted her to find out about him, she knew? he couldn't handle it. cameron kept his shaking hands under the blankets, picking at the hem of the shirt he was wearing.

Janelle sighed when he turned to look away from her. "Cameron." She sighed, before sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching up for him to look at her, knowing that he'd try and just not look at her, but when she finally got him too she let out a sigh. "you promise me, and not lie, that it really was only once, and it was a long time ago and not recently at all." She could deal with the panic attacks and anything that came with them, but if he was having those kinds of thoughts she wasn't sure how long it would be before she broke.

cameron let out another sigh as she brought her hand up to get him to look at her. his eyes were watering as he did, trying his hardest to prevent the tears from spilling over. "i - promise. it was just - just once. when we were really young, i - haven't thought about it since then, and i promise, i never will," he spoke, though his voice was shaky, he was telling the complete truth, "you - you were the reason why i didn't, elle." this came out more of a whisper, his words hesitant as he let his eyes fall back to the blanket.

Janelle kept her hand on his cheek softly, her thumb moving to push away the tears before they actually spilled over. But as she pushed his away, she felt hers start to fall over. "me? but what did i do to get you to not do it.." She whispered.

cameron blinked a few, quick times as she brought her hand up to brush his tears away, ridding himself of any stragglers. "d - don't cry, baby, please," he begged, moving one of his shaking hands up to her cheek, brushing her own tears away as best as he could. "you showed up at - at my house, and reminded me that - that i didn't actually want to - y'know," cameron mumbled his words, making them barely audible.

Janelle listened to him, letting out a soft sigh "baby" she wrapped her arms around him carefully, but hugged him as tightly as she could. She knew what night he was talking about, and they both knew she hated bringing up that night. So the fact her showing up stopped him she was so glad  she had gone there. "I love you. I love you so much Cam."

cameron let out a slow, shaky breath of air once again, closing his eyes as she wrapped her arms around his body. he knew she knew what he was talking about - they all knew that day, and they all could recall it like it was just yesterday. "i love you more, janelle," he whispered, tucking his head into her neck, despite the pain it gave him, "and i promise it's not going to happen again, okay?"

Janelle closed her eyes tightly, still feeling the tears well in her eyes. "Not possible." she mumbled sniffling slightly. "Okay." she said above a whisper "And, if, and it's a big if, you ever fucking feel like that again, you talk to me. we fix it together."

cameron brought his hand up to her back, doing his best to move it up and down her spine, "very possible," he mumbled, tilting his head back slowly, "i know, baby, i - i will," he promised, trying to lay his head back down on the pillow. anytime he moved, his head started to throb, making his eyes go blurry, and his mind get cloudy, "mm -" he was about to speak up, before the door to his room opened, and a nurse walked through, "ready for the mri?" he asked, his arms resting by his sides.

"Nope I love you 3000" She kissed him softly, pushing his hair back softly once he was laying back. " Thank you." She said simply before the door opened. She quickly got off of the bed. "I'll be right here when you get back okay? Promise."

"mm, m' letting you have it this time," he cracked the smallest of smiles, the first one since being here, and though it was small, it was still something. cameron turned his head to the nurse, and then back to janelle, eyes slightly wide. he hated doctors, hated needles, hated any kind of tests at all, and that was all due to his parents, and what they did in times like these. "you - promise i - don't leave, please?" he spoke, almost child-like.

"mmm i like winning" she giggled before kissing him again quickly before sitting down in the chair. "I promise. I will be sitting right here when you get back." she grabbed his hand squeezing it tightly

cameron nodded his head slowly, glancing back to the nurse to signal that he was ready to go. she brought him out of the room, keeping him on the bed as they moved. it took them about an hour before cameron was back in the room, clearly exhausted, though his whole body was trembling under the blankets they had pulled up on him.

Janelle knew it would take them a while, knowing she  would go crazy looking at the clock and having the time pass by even slower. She ended up walking down to the starbucks that was inside of the hospital, grabbing herself a drink before going back up to the room. The walk there and back at least wasted fifteen minutes. She was curled up on the chair, her phone on her knee, as she played candy crush to pass the time for when he finally came back in. She thanked the nurse, before closing her phone "hi baby.

“h - hi,” cameron let out a slow sigh, "will - they let you stay here?" he asked, continuing to keep his voice quiet, not really being able to get his voice any louder. all of a sudden, the room began to spin, and his stomach started to churn, "i - uh -" he started, trying to get his words out, "b - bucket, - pl - please," cameron pleaded, bringing his hand over his mouth, trying to contain himself.

"they are gonna have to pull me out of here kicking and screaming then if they don't let me stay." She told him softly her hand just drawing shapes on his chest as they laid there. As he asked for a bucket,  Janelle pushed her eyebrows together, before grabbing the trash can, seeing as that was the closest thing she could hand to him.

cameron reached his hand out, grabbing the trash can as quickly as he possibly could, leaning over the bed, and letting his body do what it ultimately needed to do. after a few minutes, he finally rested back on the bed, his chest rising and falling rather rapidly. in the middle of him getting sick, the doctor walked back in, the answers to his mri in hand. she waited until he was laying back on the bed before she spoke up, "so, this kind of confirms everything, then. you have a pretty severe concussion, cameron. the nausea being a side effect of that. we're going to keep you overnight, just to monitor you, and i'll make sure you get some anti nausea medication to help with that, as well."

Janelle had taken a few steps back when cam started to puke his guts out, knowing that just the smell of that would set off her gagging. Janelle listened to the Doctor nodding looking between her and cam. "Quick question." Once the doctor let her go on "Would it be a possibility for me to stay here with him. If not I totally understand.." Janelle bit the side of her lip quietly chanting in her head 'please say it's okay'

the doctor nodded her head slowly as janelle spoke up, thinking for a moment, "i will - see what i can do, okay?" she said, "i can't promise anything, but i'll do my best," the doctor offered up a small smile, before she said goodbye to them, soon walking out the door. a few moments later, a nurse came in, disposing of the waste bin first before he gave cameron some medication to hopefully help his nausea.

"Thank you." She nodded. Once everything was quieted down again. Janelle just tossed everyone into a group message just so she wouldn't have to send out four different texts to let everyone know what was going on.

cameron remained on his side, curled up in the ball he was in just before, pulling the blanket over his body. as the nurse was in the room, she reminded them of all the procedures and rules they would need to follow because of his diagnosis. no screens, no bright lights, no hard concentration, no loud noises, the usual things. cam was pissed, and that was very clearly displayed on his face.

[munchyn]

Pet Store| Why Don't We x Reader

Me and the boys walked around aimlessly. Walking down the streets of LA just for the hell of it. We talked about random things and the boys posted a few stories here and there. I looked around the street we were on and there was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, (a watermelone inside of a watermelone!) a pet store.

I ran off to the store and away from the group. "Y/n!" yelled Gabbie. "Where are you going?!" I heard her clearly but it was already too late to go back. I was already at the doors of the shop. I assumed the others would just follow me and I walked in. First I went to see the birds, reptiles and fish. Although I didn't last much there, and I rapidly moved on to the dogs and cats. I put my hand at the top of the glass and the fluffy, calico cat jumped up to "grab" it.

I cooed at it when suddenly someone said behind me, "Seriously Y/n?" I turned to look at whoever said that and I saw Jack holding up his phone. Probably recording an Instagram story or for Snapchat, maybe even Halogen. But whatever. I glared at him. "You're cooing at the cat when you could be cooing at us?"

"Shut up poophead," I say. "This cat is a million times more adorable than you. Go find yourself a poodle to compete with."

Jack put his hand to his heart and gasped. "I am hurt Y/n!" he said dramatically. Zach weht in front of the camera and screamed, "I'm the cutest of the band!"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you are Zach," I say. "You're like the puppy of the group. Better yet, the hamster." He glared at me.

"You're always making fun of my cheeks," he complains. I pulled him down for a hug.

"Don't worry Zach," I say and kiss his cheek. "I only do it 'cause I love how pink they are." I turn to look at Daniel, who had also stepped in front of the camera. "Besides, having rosy cheeks is better than being the giraffe of the one and only Why Don't We."

"Yeah, yeah Y/n;" said Daniel, rolling his eyes. "We get it. You love making fun of us."

"Oh," I said before Jack could stop filming. "One more thing, Jack squints his eyes whenever he sings a high note and it looks like he's gonna sneeze." Jack pushed me from my crouching position and I fell onto my butt.

"That's for making fun of me," he said and stopped filming. "You're so mean." I stuck my tongue out at him and looked back at the cat. I ran my hand across the glass so the cat would chase it.

I made kissy faces and continued playing until Kay and Christina had to drag me away.

*Fast forward to Y/n's birthday.*

"Let's see," I said. I held up the present that had been mailed to me by my long distance friend. A Harry Potter H/H sweater along with a ticket to Universal Studios. I smiled (and freaked out, but we're not going to get into details about that), "I'm gonna wear this every day for the rest of my life, and I'm so gonna wear it when I go to Universal Studios."

Jonah sat down next to me and handed me a fairly big cardboard box. "A present from all of us," he said. Corbyn leaned forward, anxious to see me open the present, Zach smiled widely and Jack bit his lip. Daniel started fidgeting with his fingers and the girls on the other hand were the calmest people in the room. I slowly opened teh box and once I saw what was inside, my hands flew up to my mouth. (I was inaudibly gasping.) I put my hands into the box and pulled out a fluffy, calico cat.

"Oh my god!" I screamed/whispered. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" I hugged the poor animal so tight that I might've destroyed it's lungs. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I rushed around the room, hugging everyone with one arm and held my cat in the other. "You guys are the best friends anyone could ever ask for."

[hypatia-s]

Zagene headcannon #1

I went way, way, waaaayyyy overboard. I’m sorry. This was supposed to be short and sweet and became a monster that wouldn’t let me go.

Zach started working at Buzzfeed.

Keith met Zach. It was love at first sight. Keith adopted him on the spot. (So did Becky, once she was introduced to him)

When Ned was pitching the idea of the ‘Try Guys’, knowing that he wanted both Keith and Eugene in the boat, they were left asking who could fill in for a fourth member, to compensate for all of their over-the-top personalities.

Keith suggested Zach. Zach didn’t even have the option of refusing. He used the sad muppet face. Zach is weak for the sad muppet face.

Ned met Zach. It was love at first sight. Ned adopted him on the spot. (So did Ariel, once she was introduced to him)

Eugene met Zach. It wasn’t love at first sight (though no fault of Zach’s - Eugene didn’t like most people). He mostly thought that no one was so much of a cinnamon roll in real life. Also, he was pretty sure that Zach was the most harmless person he’s ever met.

Then, Eugene got to know Zach, actually know him, and discovered that he was wrong about all of his initial preconceptions of Zach. So fucking wrong. He has a long list compiling the many reasons explaining how wrong he was, but, for summarizing purposes, he mostly groups them into six categories.

First, Zach was actually a precious cinnamon roll and too pure for this world. Didn’t have a mean bone in his tiny body, and even when he was a dick, it was always unintentional. If pointed out to him that he had been a dick, the guilt would eat him alive.

Second, Zach was definitely *not* harmless. No. He was fucking *dangerous*, and he had secret weapons and knew how to use them ruthlessly, even against hardened and cynical men like Eugene. The disappointed, sad eyes were the worst thing ever. *Ever*. Eugene hadn’t felt that bad about unintentionally hurting anyone in his life. Fuck Zach.

Third: Zach had this thing about hugging people. He loved hugs and cuddles, and had no qualms about forcing you to enjoy them.

Which lead to fourth: he had gotten Eugene used to his quota of hugs and physical affection. He even had gotten used to sharing his ‘Zach cuddling time’ with Keith, because Keith was also this gangly, tall, care bear that felt tempted to hug Eugene is he stood still for too long.

And which, unfortunately, also led to fifth: Zach came to rely on him, to confide in him, to be his friend, one of his best friends. It felt weird. It felt nice. It felt like Eugene wanted to hand Zach the moon and the sun on a silver plate and then slay a dragon – not actually slay, because Zach would get sad to see an animal harmed, but you get the drift. When Zach asked him – specifically him – to accompany him while he got his first shot with his new medicine, Eugene felt some kind of rush actually that disconnected him from reality for a couple of seconds. He hadn’t felt so honoured in a long, long time.

And, most disastrously, sixth: Zach adopted Bowie. Bowie was one of the cutest puppies in existence. Eugene did actually fall in love with Bowie at first sight and adopted him as nephew on the spot (and so did Pesto and Emma. Particularly Pesto).

No one can fault Eugene. Zach and Bowie together are too much cuteness to be born and come unscathed. He’s only human.

Summary: Eugene met Zach. It wasn’t love at first sight for did he adopt him on the stop, but that didn’t matter because Zach kept chipping at his cynicism and by the time Eugene realized, he was so soft about him he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Eugene is a hot mess and doesn’t quite know how to deal with it. Ned thinks it’s hilarious. Keith thinks it’s adorable. Their producer think’s it’s sad and pathetic and Eugene, you’re a sex god, put your shit together man. Zach doesn’t think at all because he’s the most oblivious idiot when it comes to these things, thank whatever deity looks out for messed up pansexual Korean men who have confused feelings for their best friends.

Adam commiserates with their producer: “I get you. I work with Steven and Andrew. I get you *so much*.” Their producer answers: “No, you only see them on dates. I’ve locked them together in a room. I’ve gotten them drunk. I’ve forced them to share bedroom – and bed. I put them on the fucking polygraph and requested that Keith and Ned interrogate Eugene about it, and try to make him jealous. Eugene takes him on dates on their free days. I’ve made them to rub oil over the others’ naked body. I’ve made them rub the oil while *drunk*. It’s past the point of sad. The point of sad is so far behind where we are know it’s not even a speck in the horizon.”

One day, Zach’s sister comes to town to spend a week with her older brother. Try Guys and respective wives are invited. They have lunch in a restaurant recommended by Andrew and Adam, and enjoy a good time. When Eugene drops them off at Zach’s house (Zach had drunk three beers and was in no condition to drive), she comments on how glad she is that Zach finally found love; he seems so much happier for it.

Eugene is crushed. Doubly: first, because Zach found someone (how could he not? He’s the most adorable being on the planet and he will fight you on this), and second, because he had no idea and Zach didn’t confide this in him.

While Eugene is internally having a breakdown, Zach is smiling happily (and drunk, he’s wasted), and has entered ‘babble mode’: “Yeah, Eugene’s the best boyfriend ever. He’s respecting my boundaries so much, having so much patience while I test things out and get comfortable with physical intimacy.”

Eugene is confused because ????? Brain is blue-screen-of-death-ing right now. Attempts to re-start are failing.

Zach kisses his cheek messily and stumbles inside, and his sister pats his shoulder smiling brightly. “He talks so well about you – He says you’re the nicest person he’s been in a relationship with. Also, the one with the best ass. Have a good night!” She smirks sassily (same sassy smile as Zach’s – oh, she must be devastating when flirting) and saunters inside.

And that is how Eugene, one day, realizes he’s been in a relationship with Zach for at least four months. He’d feel terrible about his own obliviousness if it weren’t for the fact that he’s so in cloud nine he’s initiating hugs with random people on his own.

Producer says it’s even worse than the pathetic pining from before: heart eyes Eugene looks weird as fuck on camera and the shoots take forever, because Eugene keeps trailing off while smiling mushily at Zach and they have to repeat every single scene at least thrice.

[youngdeathnotice]

magic

The gulf, friendship, and blackberries are what magic is made of, I think at age seven. My friend and I laugh as we collect the berries, competing to see who could get more. We both know we won't count but, perhaps it's the picking that matters, not the winning. Neither of us would ever admit to it but, the time spent together was more important, more meaningful, more magic than the winning. I almost tell them so yet, I glance over and see their mother stealing some from my basket when they think I'm not looking. I move it to the otherside of me for now. She was meant to supervise and referee to make things fair. The competition never mattered but now a fire in my soul made it important.

We go to the beach later on. Maybe not the same day, maybe not the same year. I was still young. I was still innocent. I was still naive. We were still magic. The sea -the big, magical, blue sea- was a cold shock to me. The freezing droplets splashed against my thigh as we rushed in to explore the unknown, to explore the magic. We ran in, hand and hand as usual, when an abrupt momentum corrupted our wonderous ecstasy. Our time together felt like a drug rush.

"No longer will you hold hands," their mother sneered, "boys and girls don't hold hands." My spirits were crushed. This slammed us both into sobriety so quickly an addict would be envious, or killed. I couldn't comprehend what was so supposedly sinful, so perverse, so shameful, about holding hands with your best friend. The act, once out of platonic love, was now reduced to an implied romantic act. We were too young to understand. The act was only for romance, and outside of the princess movies we watched while snuggling, we had never witnessed romance. My parent's were far less affectionate than us, and his mother was a single mother. Yet they dictated how much affection, love, intimacy, and care we could show for each other. We were too young to understand.

I loved him more than I loved any of my other friends. But it wasn't romantic. It never will be, I can now confirm. It never got the chance to develop into that, though I highly doubt it would have. Our stolen glances were with silly faces, not with puppy love eyes. When we cuddled on the couch, limbs wrapped like the gnarly oak tree we loved to climb, it was because it was comfortable and safe. We thrived from the way we could be vulnerable without being judged. Our holding hands was like a brother and sister. Though we were from the South, it wasn't a romantic type of love. When I looked at him, I saw a fellow warrior. We protected each other fiercely and equally. We shared love but, of course, it was only platonic. I stole a look to see if his heart was as crushed as mine. His faced revealed confusion and hurt.

I found myself feeling forced to grow up a little after that. We soon weren't allowed to share beds together during our sleepovers. Eventually beds turned to rooms, which disapointed us both. We couldn't stay up watching silly Cartoon Network Shows until 5 am anymore. The thrill of hanging out together was destroyed. What once made us feel like warriors, fierce and always together, now morphed us into corruptable smutty prisoners. We were supervised as such. Even our playtime was to be done in the livingroom, not the bedroom. If we went outside, the pool was off limits unless an adult was with us. None of my female friends had the same rules. The woods, the lovely safespot we once played in, we once danced in, we once innocently loved in, was now strictly banned. Our last summer blackberry-picking was the one where his mother first ruined the magic. At age seven, our parents had made our friendship a crime, not a blessing. At first, we'd sometimes fall asleep in the living room together. That was a mistake we never made again. The magic of our friendship was fading so quickly it no longer felt real. How was I, how were we, supposed to believe in magic, in friendship, in love if the person who possessed all of that was being forced away from me.

As we grew, my home was no longer his. His weekend-long sleepovers became day-long visits, which became hour-long visits. Eventually they disapeared. We were lucky to see each other once a month. When I suggested him coming over, my mom had already invited over a female friend of mine. I now wonder how many of those "surprise plans" were actually "last minute rescues." I cared for my female friends but my time with them broke my heart. All they talked of was him. It ached to hear about him when I rarely saw him. I never could relate, as all they did was talk of how cute his hair was, of how sexy his jaw was, of how handsome he was. I never had really looked at him. I always saw his personality, not him. I usually ended up angry at them, not out of jealously or possession, but, because of the way they seemed to only care about his aesthetic. He never deserved to be reduced to simply a ken doll. Only a year later, I began to familarize with the feeling, from his friends, his mother, and strangers. By twelve, I learned to respond with a glare. By fifteen, I shyed away. At seventeen, I repond with a middle finger and a rant. I'm usually silenced.

At age nine was the first time we heard the cursed words which destroyed what little vulnerablity and intimacy we still shared. I cant wait till theyre older, they'll be the cutest little couple. they'll be the cutest little couple. The words still echo through my mind to this day, causing me to wish I was in the multiverse where we had never suffered through overhearing that cursed statement. Now I know the magic would have faded anyway. In this life, it's forced on us that boys and girls can't be friends. When Harry Met Sally, Friends, My Best Friend's Wedding, and Zach and Miri Make A Porno all reinforce the idea that eventually our magic would be forced away. Now I wish it hadn't been so early. Our parents may have meant to only strip away our magic, but they also ransacked us of our innocence.

Our friendship was reduced to nothing. All that it was to our parents was pre-dating. An automatic husband. All I was, at the age of nine, was a housewife-in-training. It was dirty to platonically share love, yet praised to romantically share it. Not even were we double didgets and our fate was being planned by our parents. The damned word ruined the best friendship I had ever had. My love for him still existed, though eight years later I cannot tell you his favorite color. I cannot tell you how he's doing in school, or his opinions on gay rights. No longer do I know him. The presumption that we'dd be a couple turned us into strangers. The presumption that we shared romantic love robbed us of our friendship. The presumption that I'd be his wife, not his fighting warrior stole away our magic.

I can't speak for him, as I lack means of contacting him. I deleted his number after a year of not talking. I haven't had a friendship like that with a boy since. If I have, I've dated them, whether I wished to or not. I hope he's never made a girl feel like she's "friendzoned" him. I hope he misses my friendship. I hope he still thinks of me as magic. If any of it was true, it would be magic.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

My Girl | Corbyn Besson

Requested? Yes! @noodleswdw  I hope you like it 

Warnings? None just pure Corbyn fluff 

Summary: You go to visit your twin brother in LA but are side tracked by a blonde haired beauty 

Word Count: 3,075

“Jonah!!!” You exclaim loudly. “(Y/N)!” He yells back. You rush forward, pushing through the crowds of people to get to Jonah. When you finally reach him you wrap your arms tightly around his neck as his go to your waist. He picks you up and spins you around causing you to giggle. “I haven’t seen you in forever bro.” You say after he sets you down. “I’m sorry I’ve been crazy busy with the band. But now we have all summer together.” He says smiling wickedly. Jonah was your twin brother. He was older than you by about two minutes and he’d never let you forget it. Of course being twins you two were inseparable throughout your childhood but when he decided to move to LA to chase his dream of singing you stayed behind. You had missed Jonah like crazy and your parents knew it. They had decided that since you were old enough you could spend the summer with Jonah and his other band mates which included you touring with them. You were absolutely ecstatic so you caught the first plane to LA and now here you are. You and Jonah make your way out of the terminal and find four boys standing by the baggage claim immersed in conversation about something. When you approached them they turned towards you and smiled widely. “So that’s what Jonah would look like as a girl.” A boy with extremely curly hair who you believed was Jack said. “Shut up.” Jonah muttered. The rest of the boys laugh at Jonah’s embarrassment and you giggle quietly. Jonah pokes your side causing you to jump and yelp slightly. The boys laugh harder causing your cheeks to redden. “(Y/N), this is Jack, Zach, Daniel, and Corbyn. Boys this is my twin sister (Y/N).” Your eyes immediately land on Corbyn. You had seen pictures of him on Jonah’s Instagram before but somehow he was even cuter in person. His blue eyes shined as he smiled at you and he gave you a small wave causing your heart to flutter. Jonah nudges you slightly and you move your gaze from Corbyn to the moving belt behind him. You spot your luggage and walk over to grab it. Before you can reach for it Corbyn grabs it for you and places it on the ground. “Oh you don’t have to-“ You start. “I want to.” He says smiling at you. You smile back at him and turn to see Jonah smirking at both of you. You roll your eyes at him and drag him out of the airport so you can all head home. When you get to the Why Don’t We house you admire it for a second before heading inside. The boys follow, with Corbyn carrying your luggage once more even though you told him you could. He ignored you and grabbed it out of the back and followed you into the house. “Where am I staying?” You ask Jonah as he walks into the house. “Uhhh-“ He says trailing off. “She can stay in our room?” Corbyn suggests. “Three guys and one girl?” “A girl that’s your sister.” Zach pipes up. “You know I can just sleep downstairs right?” You say butting into the conversation. “No way.” Jonah and Corbyn say at the same time. “It’s only for a little bit before you guys go on tour. It doesn’t matter where I sleep.” “You can sleep in Daniel and Jack's room.” Jonah decides. After all of that is sorted Corbyn takes your bag upstairs for you while you follow the other boys into the living room. You all sit down around the room and the boys start to tell you more about themselves. Corbyn joins you a few minutes later, sitting on your right side while Jonah sits on your left. They tell you all about what tour is gonna be like and in turn you tell them about life back home. You guys talked for hours and one by one you each headed upstairs to go to bed until it was just you and Corbyn. “Tell me about yourself.” Corbyn says to you as Jonah makes his way upstairs to go to bed. “I just did.” You respond. “No you told me about Jonah and life at home. Tell me about you.” By this point you had pulled your legs up onto the couch in a criss cross fashion and turned towards Corbyn. He sat in front of you with one leg hanging off of the side of the couch and one tucked underneath. “What do you want to know?” “Everything.” He answers instantly causing you to giggle. “It might be awhile.” You say tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’ve got time.” He says while winking at you. You feel your face heat up and you can’t help but smile. You start off by telling him the basic things like who your best friend was, your school life, and any interesting stories you could think of. Hours passed by as you told Corbyn everything. He listened and asked questions and made jokes as you talked and you grew more and more comfortable around him. “It’s almost 2.” You say randomly as you check your phone for the first time since you got off the plane. “We should probably go to bed.” You nod your head slowly and look at him. “Probably.” You repeat quietly. Together you head upstairs and Corbyn points you towards Daniel and Jack's room. When you reach the bedroom door you turn to see Corbyn already looking at you. “Goodnight (Y/N).” He whispers so the other boys don’t wake up. “Goodnight.” You say smiling. You walk into Daniel and Jack's room and shut the door behind you and lean against it, smiling like crazy. The smile on your face never leaves as you get ready for bed and you fall asleep with your heart fluttering. You wake up the next day around 12 o’clock and for a moment you forgot where you were. When last night comes back to you, your smile returns and you were extremely excited for the day. You got dressed quickly and head downstairs to find the other boys. You spot Jonah in the kitchen and head towards him. You sit across from him at the kitchen island and he looks up as you sit down. “You’re finally up.” “You know I love to sleep.” You respond with a wink. “What are we up to today?” “Well we all figured we should probably get some new outfits before tour so shopping day?” You shrug your shoulders and Jonah gets up and walks out of the kitchen to tell the guys. Shopping wasn’t your favorite activity but you needed new converse and skinny jeans so you were down for the adventure. “Can I drive?” You beg Jonah with puppy dog eyes. He rolls his eyes but hands you his keys anyway. You cheer excitedly before heading out the door towards his car. You hear Corbyn call shotgun and you can’t help but smile. “Okay you’re definitely not driving back to the house.” Jonah says taking the keys from you. “Stop being dramatic.” You sass. Corbyn giggles from next to you and you feel your heart flutter once more. You all walk into the mall together and decide to split up. Daniel and Jack walk off together immediately leaving You, Zach, Jonah and Corbyn. “Well I need to go get new converse.” You say. “I’ll join you.” Corbyn says smiling. “I always need new shoes.” Together you and Corbyn walk away from the two boys and head towards the converse store. As you walk you talk about what shoes you wanted to buy and anything else you needed to get while you were at the mall. When you walk inside the store you immediately head towards women’s shoes. You’ve been wanting to buy a pair of white high tops forever and once you spotted them you tried to find your size. You spot your size on the top shelf but being short you weren’t able to reach it. “Hey Corbyn?” You call him over from where he was looking at a pair of black converse. “Can you grab that box for me?” He reaches above you and pulls out the box easily. When he turns towards you to hand you it you realize how close you two are and you smiled shyly when he hands you the box, your fingers barely brushing. You quickly slip off your shoes and try on the new ones. You move around a bit and do a fake runway walk making Corbyn laugh. “They’re perfect.” He says smiling at you. You nod your head in confirmation and place the new shoes back in the box. You both head to the cash register together after Corbyn picks out a pair of shoes. When it’s your turn to go up Corbyn takes the shoes from you and places them on the counter with his. He goes to pull out his wallet to pay for you but you stop him. “There is no way you’re paying for me.” You say. “Too late.” He says as he hands his credit card to the cashier. “Corbyn!” You exclaim but you only got a wink in response. “You guys are such a cute couple.” The girl behind the counter says. “Oh we’re not-“ You start but Corbyn interrupts you. “Why thank you.” He says while slipping an arm around your waist and kissing the side of your head. You face turns bright red and Corbyn has to nudge you to walk forward when the cashier hands you your shoes. When you get out of the store you turn to Corbyn with a pout. “You didn’t have to pay for me.” “But I wanted to.” “I feel bad those were really expensive!” You exclaimed. “Then you can buy me dinner.” He responds and you roll your eyes but continue to walk with him. After going in and out of a few stores together you head to the food court and stop at Johnny Rockets. You order first and then Corbyn orders. You go to take out your wallet to pay but Corbyn is already handing over cash. “Corbyn.” You whine. “Did you really think I was gonna make you pay?” He says smiling at you and shaking his head. You roll your eyes at him but smile nonetheless. After you two eat you meet up with the rest of the boys. You all head back to the compound but with Jonah driving this time. When we get there the rest of the boys besides you and Jonah head upstairs to their rooms for the night. You and Jonah decide to sit in the living room and properly catch up. “So you and Corbyn?” Jonah starts. “Me and Corbyn?” You ask trying to dodge the question. “Oh come on.” Jonah says nudging you. “Do you like him?” “Kinda.” You say smiling widely. “He’s cute and funny and nice and chivalrous. His laugh is the cutest thing I have ever heard.” You say gushing to your older brother. “I knew you’d like him.” “Did you set this up?” “Maybe.” He says dragging out the e. “Jonah!” You exclaim, lightly punching your twin in the arm. “Okay I did but you two would be cute together!” You laugh at your brothers excitement but secretly you were excited too. You had started to really like Corbyn and you were happy Jonah would support you if you two were to date. There was still a bit of nervousness in you though. What if Corbyn didn’t like you? What if all he thought of you was a good friend? Deciding that it was too late at night and too early in your friendship to questions these things you pushed them aside. You and Jonah talked for a few more hours before heading to bed. The next two weeks went smoothly. The boys continued to prepare for tour and you explored LA for the time being. You were beyond excited for tour to start and to travel around the US. “Corbyn get up!!!” You yelled shaking your blonde friend. “Tour starts today!” “Jeez (Y/N/N), you sound more excited than us.” Zach says from across the room. “I haven’t been traveling in ages! Can you blame me?” You sass back. Zach holds his hands up in defense before getting up and walking out of the room. You turn back towards Corbyn and see he’s still asleep. “Corbyn.” You whine shaking his shoulder. “5 more minutes.” He mutters. “Nope. You said that 30 minutes ago you have to get up.” Corbyn groans loudly but finally sits up in bed and swings his legs over the side. You pull him up and push him towards the bathroom before heading back into Jack and Daniels room to grab your suitcase. Just as you walk by Zach, Jonah, and Corbyn's bedroom you hear a voice speak up. “You’re in love with her” Jonah says. “Wha-?” Corbyn says. “Come on Corbs you can tell me.” Before you hear an answer you spot Zach walking up the stairs and you quickly grab your suitcase. You start to walk away from their bedroom door but Zach spots you eavesdropping and stops you. “Whatcha doing?” He asks. “Nothing.” You respond quickly. He gives you an uncertain look but before he can say anything else, his bedroom door opens and Corbyn appears. “What’s going on?” He asks looking between you and Zach. Before Zach can speak you answer Corbyn. “Nothing. Zach and I were just heading downstairs.” You grab Zach’s hand in one hand and your suitcase in the other before pulling Zach downstairs with you. When you reach the bottom of the stairs you put your suitcase at the front door and then turn towards Zach. “What was that?” He asks confused. “I was eavesdropping on Corbyn and Jonah.” You explain. “Why?” “Cause I have a huge crush on Corbyn and he was about to tell Jonah if he likes me back or not.” “Awww. Jonah’s little sister has a crush.” “Shut up I’m older than you.” You sass. Before Zach and you can continue your conversation you’re interrupted once again by Jonah. He tells you the bus is here and you all grab your things to head out. When you get in the bus you assign bunks and you find out yours is across from Corbyns. You crawl into your bunk and get settled in to take a quick nap. When you wake up you check the time to see it’s almost 2 in the morning. You groan loudly but quickly stop when you realize the other boys are probably asleep. You get up and walk into the back and collapse on the couch. You pull out your phone and start to scroll through your social media when you hear a noise. When you look up you see Corbyn making his way towards the back of the bus. When he spots you he holds up a finger to his lips causing you to giggle. “You don’t see me.” He whispers quietly causing you to giggle once more. He walks over and joins you on the couch. You rest your head on his shoulder and he rest his head on top of yours. Taking a leap of faith he slips his hand into yours and carefully intertwines your fingers. You smile at the shock that goes through you at his touch. You both sit like that for awhile not saying anything to each other. You eventually drift off to sleep and when you wake up again you’re laying down. You feel something moving underneath you and look around to see Corbyn passed out. You smile widely when you realize that he had one arm wrapped tightly around your waist as you two slept. You carefully slip out of Corbyn's arms but he’s quick to grab onto your waist and pull you back towards him. You giggle quietly as you look up at him. He opens one eye to look at you making your heart flutter. “Good morning.” He says smiling. “Morning.” You say reflecting his smile. “Ready for you first show today?” “Definitely.” When you get to the venue, you all pile out of the bus and head inside to explore. You had been to your fair share of concerts but you were excited to be able to see the boys perform up close. You and Corbyn walk around and take a few Instagram pics together and separately but you promise him you’ll post the one of you both. The boys do sound check which only makes you more excited for their first concert of the tour. Before you know it the show is starting and you watch from the side of the stage excitedly. You cheer on your twin brother and the rest of the boys as they sing and you dance and sing along to the songs. “Before this next song I wanted to invite someone on stage.” Corbyn says. “Can my twin sister come up here?” Jonah calls out and looks over at you. You make your way up on stage and Jonah pulls you towards him. “If you guys didn’t know, this is my sister (Y/N).” The fans cheer loudly causing you to smile. “And my dear band mate Corbyn,” Jonah says gesturing to Corbyn on the other side of you “Has something he wants to ask you.” “(Y/N), will you go out with me?” The crowd goes insane as Corbyn asks his question and you can feel your face turn bright red. Jonah hands you his microphone and you laugh loudly before answering Corbyn. “Of course.” You respond and the crowd goes insane once again. You hand Jonah back his microphone and walk over to hug Corbyn tightly. When you break away he quickly leans down and presses a quick kiss to your lips making your heart soar and electricity flow through you for a second. “This next song goes out to my girl.” Corbyn says smiling at you. You quickly head off the stage so the show can continue and when you hear the familiar beginning of Just To See You Smile you giggle quietly. Corbyn looks over and winks at you before singing his solo. You couldn’t believe this boy was finally yours.

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Hiya I hope you liked it :) 

[zalrb]

Back to the Beginning {TVD 1x01 Review}

OK! So we’re starting from the beginning, every Friday between 9pm and 10. Considering that I haven’t like sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I think I will start with my usual disclaimer: I will write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena sentiments (I’m only mentioning these two because it’s the beginning of the series), I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism, anti-blackness etc. Gotta admit, I’m a little excited to start from the beginning, it’s been a really long time. Ready? Let’s go. 1. OK Stefan’s voiceover over the foggy woods is still HELLA campy though. I remember I saw this and was like, Fadi (my friend), are you really making me watch this? YES. She was so fucking insistent. 2. Yeah the foggy night and dark road, it’s very horror movie, very cinematic. 3. Them hitting Damon is reminiscent of “I Know What You Did Last Summer.” They even gave Damon a growling noise when he feeds. 4. Listening to the score for season 1, really emphasizes how much they misused the cues in season 8. The scary cue works here because people are running, getting snatched up on a dark foggy night, it isn’t just walking through the Salvatore house. 5. Jenna is legit a mess, like, right away, Elena is like drinking coffee and really chill, like do you not have a presentation today? Go. 6. Damon sending the crow to hit Bonnie’s car is like … Literally from the minute he’s introduced, he’s terrorizing her. 7. Also Kat is a stronger actress than Nina, even the way Bonnie says, “And I was like put this woman in a HOME already”, she has more presence than Nina. 8. “She looks a hot … can I say tranny mess?” “No that’s over.” And totally inappropriate. I completely missed that before. 9. LOL Elena’s “No comment, I’m not going to say anything” when Caroline walks away is delivered really well, yo you two secretly hate each other and that should’ve been explored more. 10. Stefan’s jeans actually look a little ridiculous in the pilot, though. Like they don’t look like they fit well. When Bonnie and Elena sees him in the office. 11. Jeremy is legit like a drug dealer though. That’s kind of a big deal. 12. “You need to chill yourself” …. … … Did KW and JP like consult any teens when they wrote this script? 13. And her fight with Jeremy is actually pretty muted. I’m an only child but my closest friends are older siblings and they’ve told me of times when their younger siblings were fucking up and they would like literally BE there all the time, they would walk them to class, sit with them at lunch, be like, so where are we going today? Elena threatens to do that but never really follows through and it always bothered me that no one held an intervention for Jeremy or set up a meeting with a counsellor. 14. It is still the cutest thing ever when Stefan catches Elena staring at him in class. 15. I do like that in season 1 they dress like they’re teenagers though. 16. “Shoo, that’s what I thought.” Yeah, Elena, stand up to that bird. 17. No, seriously, from a purely objective point of view I can see why the cemetery scene would be the scene that made KW and Bob Levi and JP go ecstatic because when the scene begins Nina seems a little nervous, which I get, it’s the pilot, but when the scene goes on and the dialogue keeps going, she and Paul just have that energy, the way she smiles, the way they stare at each other, there’s legit chemistry there. 18. Yeah, those jeans need to go. And Paul I love you, but your pilot haircut is nooooooooot working. 19. Like you look like a hedgehog, honey. The diary entries actually make this REALLY angsty. 20. LOL Vicki is actually pretty mean to Jeremy though. “I don’t want to announce to the world that I deflowered Elena’s kid brother” and Jeremy has these puppy dog eyes when he says, “And deflowered and deflowered” and it’s like awwwwwwww, you’re way too young for this. 21. “I’m meeting Bonnie at The Grill”, it’s not even Bonnie and Caroline though. 22. These Stelena stares are KILLING me. It’s different seeing it within the episode than clips. 23. The way Matt says, “I feel weird calling her … She broke up with me” all of them are so YOUNG and have these really innocent faces and it just makes everything seem so MEAN. 24. “Any siblings” “None that I talk to” so when Elena tells Damon in the next episode, “Stefan never mentioned he had a brother” I mean he didn’t say that he didn’t either, he admits to having siblings. I feel like I’m going to keep a tally of all the times the show forgets its own script to propel DE. 25. Yoooooooooooo I didn’t remember we get a shot of Stefan topless in the pilot when he’s putting on his shirt. *sigh* so gratuitous. I love it. 26. Those jeans are terrible though. 27. OK but really, WHO IS ZACH AGAIN? He says “Uncle Stefan” so like how does that work? 28. Stefan being blamed for Damon’s shit from DAY ONE. 29. Paul’s intense gaze is damn. 30. I also like how in history class they never discuss enslavement. Mmkay. 31. “You’re upset about something.” “No it’s just Bonnie, she’s … You know what, never mind. You’re here.” And from Day One Bonnie’s issues are ignored. 32. Paul and Nina look really good walking next to each other. 33. Tyler legitimately treats Vicki like shit. 34. “Jeremy. Is that you?” Yes, Vicki, Jeremy can create fog now. 35. Also Damon is so fucking extra with that fog. It’s unnecessary. 36. “I just want to let you know that I still believe in us and I’m not giving up on you” oh Matty, it was never you. Don’t worry though, you get a bench. 37. So Vicki is on the ground with blood on her neck and Jeremy is like “It’s Vicki” and Elena is like “oh my God” and NO ONE is taking out their phones to call 9-11.They just stand there until she opens her eyes. I mean, I guess. 38. Ian’s hair is RIDICULOUS. 39. I don’t understand how Damon got such a following, I find him thoroughly uncharming. Like he just talks SO MUCH. 40. “Damon, after all this time, after all these years can’t we just give it a rest??” “I promised you an eternity of misery.” How fucking petty ARE you Damon? 41. Ian isn’t menacing. 42. “How come the guys I want never go for me?” “I’m not touching that.” Bonnie is hilarious though. Like oh hell no, do not drag me into your messy shit. 43. Vicki and her black nail polish. So high school. 44. Matt’s eyes are actually really blue in the pilot. 45. I am so fucking glad the diary voiceovers disappear eventually. It’s just, it’s too much. 46. And Stefan and Elena overlap. Omg. No. 47. Damon looks creepy as fuck staring at Caroline. 48. I won’t lie though, Stefan constantly coming to Elena’s house, if it were me I’d be like sooooo are you just going to keep showing up? Like she isn’t a little bit weirded out that this guy keeps just showing up at her house? 49. And she can just invite boys into her house at how late at night? OK so my review is over! I’m definitely excited to be doing these every Friday. It’s funny though because pilots are meant to establish what the show is going to be about and what’s centered in the pilot is Stefan and Elena and their desire to get through their respective dark times. The supernatural element is secondary. It’s first and foremost an SE story. Until next week!

*NOTE* To avoid confusion: I’m not saying what Stefan did is comparable to Damon, Damon was terrorizing Elena for kicks, I’m just saying that Stefan comes across as intense in the pilot and I would be like dude you are at my house a lot but it makes sense because Stefan isn’t acting completely human because he isn’t one, throughout the episode he’s trying to train himself to be more human.