#i hope it’ll be my turn to habe something like this too :(

[misadoringly]

ik it's been a while since you made that post abt irl friends and i just wanted to say something-

i am a person like you who never had irl friends

often due to living w abusive/not good family you get fucked up bad and wo friends and not knowing some stuff that you don't even know you're supposed to know

just hold on there for a while cause i promise irl friends take time but they do come

and when they come they're lovely and everything you could hope for

one of my friends puts up w my possessiveness and is equally possessive of me

on my birthday the other wrote me a very long message despite me not talking to them for 3 weeks cause of academics

you remind me so much of myself

🪷

[septic-dr-schneep]

JSE Fanfiction - Stir And Strain

Summary: Jackieboy convinces Schneep to take a break from his work and go up to the roof for some stargazing, hoping that it’ll allow his mind and body some time to rest. It turns out Schneep’s been depriving himself of that for far too long already.

Now that Jackieboy thought back, he should have sensed something was wrong as soon as he opened the door to the lab. He would hope he had gotten to know Schneep pretty well over the course of their friendship and when the doctor didn’t look up from his mountain of paperwork at the sound of the squeaking door hinges, he should have known.

He didn’t know and didn’t think to ask. “Henrik?” he called hopefully, pausing for a reply he didn’t get until he ventured a little closer and raised his voice. “Henrik?”

“What? Hmm?” Startling, Schneep dropped the folder he was staring at, prying off his glasses and scrubbing languidly at his eyes for a lingering moment before remembering that he was supposed to look up. That he did, his head falling back against the chair with a light thump. “Oh…Hello, Jackie, did you need something? The stitches from earlier did a little pop and tangle, didn’t they?”

“No, I’m fine, but I just wanted to let you know that it’s really nice out tonight! There aren’t too many clouds, so the stars are clear and I thought I’d ask if you wanted to come to the roof and stargaze, get some fresh air!” Jackieboy explained, shifting his weight back and forth eagerly as he watched his friend plant an elbow on the armrest of his chair and lean his cheek into his hand as he considered.

“I still…I don’t know if I feel up for it, Jackie. I still have things.” Grimacing, he cast a reluctant sideways glance at his desk, his eyes glazing over as they scanned the scattered folders demanding to be sorted. “Lots and lots and lots of things…”

“Well, they’re still going to be there when you get back,” Jackieboy reminded him, earning a groan that probably amounted to “Not helping.” His fingers were shaking, the hero noted fleetingly. It wasn’t uncommon, given all the caffeine he drank in a day, so he reached out, taking ahold of his warm hand to steady it as he added, “C’mon, you look like you’re totally fried. It doesn’t have to be long, but you gotta get some circulation back.”

When Schneep finally gave a listless nod of surrender, the older Ego breathed a private sigh of relief as he used the hold on his hand to leverage him to his feet. If Schneep happened to fall asleep while they were up there, he wouldn’t mind, or it could be that all he would need was the break to revitalize him and get him through a few more hours of work. Either way, he knew it would help.

As soon as they emerged onto the roof, Jackieboy decided that it would probably be the latter case as Schneep blinked as if he were seeing color for the first time, all the tension bleeding out of his face to be replaced by a smile of utter relief. “Ohhh, it’s so cool up here!” he sighed blissfully, already peeling off his sweaty, cumbersome lab coat and throwing it aside so he could feel the full effect of the breeze.

“A lot better than your stuffy ol’ lab, isn’t it?” Jackie teased, to which his friend nodded earnestly as he took another deep breath, swaying back and forth into the wind.

“So much better…” he murmured, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. Jackieboy let him stay like that for a solid minute before putting a hand on his shoulder and chuckling as he jumped.

“I’ve got the telescope set up for you,” he offered, gesturing to the edge of the roof. “You want to see if you can pick out the constellations without my help?”

Shrugging haphazardly, Schneep fell back a step, throwing out his arms to catch himself as he admitted ruefully, “I don’t know, I might just like to feel this breeze.”

“Haha, don’t worry, I’m not gonna run you through it like a pop quiz. It’s just for fun while I set up the blankets and then we can relax!”

“But you know I always get those silly little names confuzzled.” When Jackie opened his mouth to offer another point, Schneep let his shoulders slump and waved a hand. “Alright, alright. I’ll get all of them wrong, though. I’m tired.”

“Aw, give yourself some credit! We’ve been practicing for a while,” Jackieboy reminded him cheerfully as he steered him toward the telescope and then turned his attention to the basket of heaping blankets that very well could have just stayed up here permanently; he and Schneep used them every time they came up here and Marvin had frankly given up on refolding them neatly. Kneeling, he hugged the fluffiest one against his chest briefly before throwing its nearest corners into the wind to untangle it. “Just call ’em as you see ’em!”

“A-Alright…There is…the big spoon. The dipping spoon.”

“Yeah?”

“And I can’t see the little dipping spoon but I know it’s somewhere near it.”

“Aw, c’mon, try and look for it!” Jackieboy encouraged, sending a brief glance over his shoulder just as Schneep looked back at him, his expression of uncertainty morphing into one of dimly troubled resignation as the hero smiled hopefully. He knew Schneep couldn’t resist his smile when he was asking really nicely for something! Sure enough, the doctor lowered his gaze to the roof for a moment or two before shaking his head and returning his attention to the telescope.

“Oh,” he realized, chuckling faintly. “There it is.”

“Told you!” Patting at the lumps and wrinkles in the layers of blankets and snatching up the thermoses of hot tea he had shoved into the blanket basket on the way up here, Jackieboy took a sniff of them and rolled his shoulders as preemptive tingly warmth spread through him. “Any others?”

“What’s the one named after the myth…? The one with the belt?”

“Orion?”

“Yes, yes, that was it…Hmm. Orion…” Schneep repeated, his voice wavering, falling softer. “Very bright. I think I find Orion…”

The teetering creak of the telescope’s legs and the following crash caused Jackieboy to jump, nearly knocking over the thermoses and spilling their contents on the blankets. “Hey, what are you doing?” he demanded, whirling around just in time to see the younger Ego sliding gracelessly over the edge of the roof. Whatever Jackie shouted next was lost to the blur of panic and super speed as he dove after him, catching him by a fistful of his shirt and wrenching him upward in one sharp heave so he could get a solid hold on his arm.

“Henrik, what was that?!” he cried in disbelief as he dragged him back to safety, gripping him snugly around the waist. “Henrik? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Broken…B-Broken th’ scope…” Schneep slurred faintly, fumbling to grip at Jackie’s jumpsuit as a grounding point.

“Forget the telescope! You almost fell off the roof, remember?!” Jackieboy sputtered before he had even finished, now crushingly aware of the heat bleeding through the fabric of his friend’s shirt. The coat must have masked it when they were back in the lab, he realized, cursing tersely. “Okay, buddy, you’re definitely feverish. What else are you feeling? What d’you need?”

“Ich habe keine Ahnung, jetzt ist mir schwindelig…”

Did he even notice he’d reverted to German? Fortunately there were a few words here and there that Jackie could pick out. “You’re dizzy?” he echoed worriedly, tightening his grip to support him as his friend drifted, blinking weakly as he struggled to catch his balance, only to slouch back down seconds later. For a moment or two his breathing grew heavier, hitching once or twice before falling disconcertingly shallow in one exhale as his head slumped down. The rest of his body promptly followed suit, forcing Jackie to take the brunt of his weight.

“Whoa—! Easy, easy does it, here we go. I’ve got you. I’ve got you…” Once he managed to drag him over to the pile of blankets and eased him onto his back, Jackie raked an unsteady hand through his hair, biting his lip as he tracked the rise and fall of his chest. It seemed to even out over time, but he still didn’t stir. Jackie had a feeling he wouldn’t be for a while yet; he’d exhausted every last ounce of adrenaline in his body.

He could easily scoop Schneep up and carry him down to his bed, but when he thought to how much relief the cool air had brought him, he didn’t want to move him. He doubted being down there in the “stuffy ol’ lab” would do him any favors.

Sinking down gingerly onto the blankets beside him, the older Ego curled his legs underneath him and picked up the nearest thermos, cupping it in both hands and taking a sip that he found uncomfortably hard to swallow.

This wasn’t the kind of rest he had wanted for his friend, but if it was all he could have, he would be right here until he woke up.

[moonliuna]

All the Wrong Notes

For egg week 2017 I decided to rewrite Nowhere Near You from Owen’s perspective. He’s a great character and I just want him to be loved tbh. So, please enjoy~ 

Fandom: Because You’ll Never Meet Me- Leah Thomas

Word count: 1,702

Read on Ao3 here

“Ich bin hier.” 

It’s what I’ve been signing to Fieke for as long as I can remember. Sometimes angrily, sometimes in self-pity, sometimes as if to remind myself. 

“Ich bin hier!” I am here.

See me.

Talk to me; let me respond with shaking hands, with pen, with music notes spilling from a stage. Allow me to tell you my secrets. 

Using anything but this void- this voiceless mouth.

I hand him a book, tapping the spine so he can see it. “Orchid”, I mouth. We’re volunteering in the school’s library, arranging the children’s books in rainbow order.

“How is orchid a color? It is already a plant. Is that not enough of a thing to be?”

I try to hold back a smile, and he elbows me. Leaning into him, I keep tapping the spines, pretending I can hear notes coming together.

He doesn’t meet my eyes. He can see me without doing so. The dull purple reflects in the black of his goggles. 

Him, lacking eyes; me, lacking a tongue. Sometimes I wonder if we make up for each other’s emptiness, or if this just makes the both of us worse. Creating black holes in the inches between us.

He sees using sound- some kind of echolocation. So I’m always tapping, trying to illuminate the world. Or maybe just myself. 

Ich bin hier.

“If you can’t handle work this simple,” the librarian, Frau Pruwitt, says, “how do you expect to get along in a respectable school?”

She’s not talking to me. 

I hear his breath catch, sense his anxiety. I start tapping. My nervous energy rushes the beat. 

Flowing water escapes my reach.

“Tomorrow,” I trace carefully on his arm, “come over.”

I laugh at his questioning reply.

“It’s a surprise!” 

And it takes him a minute to meet my eyes. But when he does, he’s smiling.

My phone chimes. 

Gutschein? (“Rain check?”)

I can’t help but worry.

Ist alles ok? (“Is everything ok?”) 

I imagine text-to-speech reading my message to him, explaining the words trapped inside a flat surface. Impossible for him to see.

Ich habe erkrankt. Es tut mir so leid. (“I’ve fallen ill. So sorry.”) 

It could easily be a lie, but I want to believe in him more than that. Still, it’s difficult. I feel like I'm making a song with all the wrong notes. 

Even a change of key can’t fix it.

He’s not home. I leave his gift- an orchid- with his father.

Surprise.

Get well soon.

I pull out my phone once I’m back home. Of course, Fieke is furious at him. She’s my sister- the only family I have left. Of course she’s protective. I just want to know the truth.

Hey, Moritz. Looks like you decided to surprise me today instead. Frau Pruwitt said you left angry. But we could have talked about it. You didn’t have to lie. You never asked me what I thought about you switching schools. You clam up! But I know that if I had a chance to leave Bernholdt-Regen, you would send me on my way. I’ll miss your frown. But Kreiszig isn’t that big. 

It doesn’t take long for him to respond.

Some of the schools aren’t in Kreiszig.

Owen?

I pause.

Yes?

I’m apologizing. Profusely.

Another pause. A breath of hesitation. I hope it doesn’t knock down this house of cards I’ve built.

Apologize in person.

In person?

You said “rain check”. That part better not have been a lie! 

It wasn’t a lie.

“Owen,” he whispers. “I haven’t apologized.”

“Owen. The orchid smelled like cinnamon.”

I am here. For the first time, it’s for someone else.

“If you think this is going to get you closer to him somehow- wake up. He’ll think you’re an idiot or he’ll think you’re being cute. He doesn’t take you seriously.” Fieke rants. We’re sitting in the pub, as usual.

All I can do is sign furiously in response, filled with the urge to scream. 

Back off.

I know.

I just want a chance. 

Of course, he appears. I pick up my phone, tap away at my latest project. Fail to block out their conversation.Their voices raise, and when I look up, the air has changed to ice and fire.

“We...”

“Us...”

“Our...”

I gaze at the two in disbelief. When did I become an accessory? When did I lose what little voice I had left?

Fieke slams her fist on the table.

I stand. I walk to the empty microphone in the front of the bar. Clutching it in my hands, I make eye contact with them. I stand on the tiny stage, mouthing the same words I always have. Yet, I’m silent.

“Ich bin hier.”

“Ich bin hier.”

“Ich bin hier!”

I am here. 

See me.

It’s 4 am.

I want to listen. If you want to speak.

I’m angry. But I still respond.

If you’re doing this out of pity, forget it!

You shouldn’t believe everything your sister says.

Leave her out of it. And you’re still talking down to me.

I’m sorry. It isn’t intentional.

It never is. People think that being silent is the same as having nothing to say. It’s not.

I don’t think you have nothing to say. Your actions speak volumes. Tomes of chronicles of volumes.

You can never say things simply.

Things: simply.

And you have a terrible sense of humor! 

God. I can never stay mad.

You mean a great deal to me, Owen.

I need to hear that more.

Love you.

He doesn’t respond. I knew he wouldn’t.

I walk into the pub nearly an hour late. I’m still surprised he got there first.Tapping on my phone, I slide into the chair across from him. Only when I’m finally done do I pull out a pen and start writing on a napkin.

Why did you want to see me Moritz.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Our conversation is long and fruitless. Frankly, it just leaves me exhausted. He’s constantly busy; am I not allowed to be?

Eventually, I fill up the last space on the napkin.

Have to go, DJing downtown.

He offers to come. And though he’s abysmal at reading sign language, I refuse to pull out another napkin; it’ll just invite more conversation.

I have to repeat myself, but he gets the message.

“I don’t want you to.”

I manage to leave without revealing my feelings once.

He shows up at my apartment a few days later. Fieke leaves immediately.

We exchange small smiles as the atmosphere slowly shifts from fear to comfort and back again. 

“What are you up to?” He sits next to me and gingerly places his head on my shoulder. 

I turn my computer screen away, before belatedly realizing the movement was pointless. He can’t see screens.

I type into my computer, the electronic voice reading my answer. “I set up a text-based role-playing forum. Weeks ago.”

His expression turns surprised, then vaguely interested. When he questions me further, I explain the premise to him. “This is an MORPG about the lives of superhuman kids created in a secret laboratory on the edge of Germany’s Tharandt Forest. Set a decade ago.” 

He sits up, borderline panicked. “Beg pardon?”

It’s where he lost his eyes- as a child stuck in a laboratory that his mother ran. They were trying to fix his heart, he told me. They altered his genetic code when he was only a fetus. Obviously, it failed. He not only lost his eyes, but his heart doesn’t work properly either. He still uses a pacemaker. 

The scientists experimented on other kids too. Dozens, now scattered across the world- each with a different mutation. 

I’m not one of them.

I explain further, “I’m trying to connect with the kids you knew…”

“How could you do this?”

I half close my laptop. This isn’t what I wanted. 

“I did this for you. I thought you’d want to meet the others.”

“No. I only wish to meet one of them.” 

As he slowly inches away, I understand.

Of course. 

A boy he’s been writing to for nearly two years. Who he’s known for longer than he’s known me. A boy who lives over 8,000 km away, in the middle of America. A boy who I wrote to recently. 

The boy who helped me create this forum. 

I wonder if he knows. 

I can’t bring myself to ask.

Our argument is long and by the end I thought I’d run out of both patience and misery. But when I kick him out and slam the door, I sob.

The next time I see him, I’m with a boy who introduced himself as Max. We’re standing outside his university. It’s the same one Moritz goes to. 

When Moritz comes near us, I can tell that something’s off. He reacts far too slowly, walks unsteadily. Max doesn’t see a problem. He walks forward, claps Moritz on the back.

“Nice to see you. This is… well, he’s very quiet. I didn’t get his name.”

“His name’s Owen,” he responds. 

I don’t bother signing.

The last time I see Moritz is at the airport- overall, a fitting spot for a goodbye. Fieke is leaving with him. Somehow, they ended up working everything out. I know now that we weren’t meant to.

Others from the forum came to meet him; he ended up using it after all. They’re the ones who helped him locate his mother. He’s leaving for America to meet her. Maybe he’ll see the boy too.

He turns to me last. I can tell he wants to speak, so I hold up a finger. Scrawling in a notebook, I hold it out to him.

Moderator. Username bachandbeyond 

Like the others, I introduced myself using my titles from the forum.

“Owen.” 

I can feel his regret. 

“All you’ve done. The board. This flight. I could thank you a thousand times, and you’d deserve more.”

I’m trying to pinpoint my feelings. I’m not vexed, or even sad anymore. It’s bittersweet. There’s nothing left of us, is there?

“Have I ever known you, Owen?”

Maybe not.

But you heard me.

[vlindervin7]

This is based off a session of headcannoning (That’s not a word, but it should be) with @nayavelazquez. It’s ridiculous and not that well written tbh, but I hope you like it, love. I know I promised this to you months ago and look! I finally wrote it! Again I wish you a very happy birthday <3 This is basically just Solangelo fighting over Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics because nobody can convince me they do not have midnight dance parties and Bohemian rhapsody is the best song to do that to so. Enjoy!

Anyway the wind blows

‘No, William.’

‘Yes, Nico.’

‘You weren’t even alive when that song was popular!’

‘As if you were listening to music then?’

‘It was a casino. There was a radio. They played music, thank you very much.’

Will Solace and Nico di Angelo’s voices were filling the quiet that normally engulfed Camp Half-Blood at night. They were probably the only ones awake and had been for a while. At three in the morning, everyone was in bed and if it was known that Will Solace was in the Habes cabin at this hour, it probably wouldn’t end well. Not only did the rule that no two campers of opposite gender were allowed to be alone change so that Nico and Will weren’t allowed either, (Not that that rule was taken seriously; it was probably the one rule that got broken the most.) more important was the fact that it was at night. Two teenage, hormonal boys alone with their boyfriend at night? Some shocking, inappropriate things were bound to happen!

Well… a lot of things did happen, but maybe not necessarily what you’d expect. The two boys had been engaged in an intense lip-sync battle, that quickly escalated to them simply singing at the top of their lungs and dancing around the cabin; the one dance move more ridiculous than the previous one.

Will had an old mp-3 that didn’t give off any signals to monsters and he had every single popular song on it. From All you need is love to Baby to I can’t help falling in love to High School Musical to Money, Money, Money to Bohemian Rhapsody. Nico, surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, knew most of the older ones. Will saw it as his personal duty to educate Nico on modern pop culture and he took that very seriously.

At the moment the music was drowned out by their arguing, though. When Bohemian Rhapsody had come on, everything had gone downhill.

‘It’s Beelzebub has a devil put his sight on me. Not whatever the hell you’re saying. It’s ridiculous.’

‘No, no, no, Nico. Beelzebub has the devil at his side for me.’

‘That doesn’t even make sense!’

‘Yes, it does. I’m one hundred percent sure. I mean, I’m ninety-nine percent sure.’

‘Yeah, well, I am one hundred percent sure.’

‘No, you’re not. That’s not really possible. You can’t be – ‘

‘Well, I am.’

It was quiet for a moment. Then Nico said: ‘Play it again.’

‘Say please.’, Will said, mostly to annoy Nico, knowing he wouldn’t do it. And he didn’t. All Nico did was raise his eyebrows. So, Will put it on. They both went to sit on the bed, Nico cross-legged in the middle and Will hunched over at the side with his elbows on his knees and one hand holding up his head.

They both listened intently and when the lyrics came on, they hold their breaths, so that the only sound was the music and nothing else. When the line was over, they stayed quiet for a couple seconds before Will said: ‘Beelzebub has a devil at his side for me.’, at the exact same time Nico said; ‘Beelzebub has a devil put his sight on me.’

They violently jerked their head to the side to shoot each other fire-spitting glares. Nico, changing his tactics, jumped up from the bed and went to stand in front of Will. He took Will’s face in his hands and looked deep into his eyes, knowing full-well that Will couldn’t resist the deep brown of his eyes when he gazed into his lovingly.  Then he kissed him, intense and lingering, his lips as soft as ever. Will obliged and kissed him back for a while. When Nico pulled back, suddenly remembering what the purpose of the kiss was, he brought his mouth to Will’s ear and, digging up the most seductive tone he could muster, whispered: ‘Beelzebub has a devil put his sight on me.’, right into Will’s ear. Nico’s breath on his skin, made Will shiver, but he managed to hide it and rolled his eyes instead.

‘If you want to kiss me like that, please do so. But don’t think it’ll make me change my mind, you cheater.’

Nico sighed and shrugged. ‘It was worth a try.’ Then his eyes lit up. ‘You know what I should do? I should resurrect Freddie Mercury’s ghost.’

Will squinted his eyes. ‘Can you do that?’

‘I can try.’

‘Nico, let’s not make any rash decisions now, okay? You’re still weak from that injury from last week  and – ‘

‘You know I could do it.’

‘Yeah, but –‘

‘Are you scared?’

Will huffed. ‘Of a ghost? As if. After working in the infirmary for a couple years, I’ve seen a lot of scary things and believe me, ghosts are not high on that list.’

‘Why don’t you want to do it then?’

‘Well’, he answered slowly. ‘What if one of us is wrong?’

‘What if you’re wrong, you mean? I know I’m right.’

Will shot him a glare. ‘What if one of us is wrong? How embarrassing do you think it would be to have Freddy frickin’ Mercury here and saying his lyrics wrong? Can you imagine the mortification?’

Nico thought about it for a while. ‘Yeah, as much as you annoy me, I wouldn’t want to do that to you.’

‘Ah, it’s for my benefit, huh? You’re not worried that maybe you aren’t as right as you think you are.’

Nico huffed. ‘Of course not.’

All Will did was hum under his breath, sounding extremely unconvinced.

Nico sitting on the bed, let himself fall back on it, his arms outstretched next to him. Both stubborn and convinced they were right, not close to giving up, stayed quiet and let their thoughts flow.

‘You know who’s a hardcore Queen fan?’, Will asked suddenly.

‘Who?’ Nico turned his head to look at his boyfriend.

‘Lydia’

‘Your sister?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Really?’, disbelief laced Nico’s voice.

‘You surprised?’

‘Kind of.’, Nico thought of the joyous girl, with the flowers in her hair, who projected light, smelled like sunset. He knew better than assuming things based on people’s looks. He was well aware that people can keep surprising you even after years. And it’s not like he knew Lydia that well anyway. ‘Let’s go ask her then.’

‘Ask her?’, Will’s eyebrow crunched together and he looked extremely confused. ‘Now? She’ll kill us.’

Nico sent him a questioning look. ‘It’s‘, Will checked his watch. ‘three in the morning.’

A dramatic sigh left Nico’s mouth. ‘Well, I guess we’ll never know what the actual lyrics are, then.  That’s too bad.’

‘Oh my gods’, Will muttered. ‘Fine! But don’t blame me if we don’t survive this night!’

Still bickering, they made their way to the Apollo cabin. After nearly being attacked by harpies, they arrived and Will softly opened the door, trying to make the least noise possible, while Nico followed him inside. The cabin was dark, except for one little light next to the bed of a new girl who was scared of the dark.

Will led them to a bunk bed in a corner and gestured Nico to be quiet. ‘Lydia’, he whispered. ‘Lydia.’

The only response they got is some kind of moan that sounded like what.

‘We need your help?’

She lifted her head from the pillow and slowly blinked, crunched her eyes to see who was talking more clearly. ‘What the hell, Will?’

The light in her eyes Nico had thought of earlier, looked more like a forest fire now. ‘We need your help. Is it ‘Beelzebub has a devil at his side for me’ or – ‘

‘That’s seriously why you woke me in the middle of the night? Really? Oh my gods, I can’t believe you!’, she yells before letting her head fall back on the pillow and being sound asleep in mere seconds.

She yelled loud enough to wake everyone, though. This is where the two boys were standing in their pajamas at three in the morning: in the middle of the Apollo cabin, being angrily stared at. One smiled sheepishly, the other looked down at the ground and scratched his neck. Trust me when I tell you that you don’t want to be in their position.

Here’s the thing, Will was head counselor of the Apollo cabin, which means none of the other campers could exactly do anything about the situation, they had to listen to Will or get Chiron, but none of them were mean enough to do that. What they could do, however, was getting angry at them. Which is exactly what they did.

This silent anger lasted about three minutes in which Nico was convinced his skin was going to catch fire because of all the pair of eyes directed at him. Then a voice cut through the silence, coming from a far corner somewhere saying: ‘It’s Beelzebub has the devil put his sight on me, though.’

And, oh, the voice shouldn’t have said that. They really shouldn’t have said that. It was war, it was chaos, a little kid having a concert using kitchen utensils. Suddenly everyone started yelling and shouting at each other, all thinking they knew the right lyrics. This was the Apollo cabin. After all, their father is the god of music and has an abnormally large ego. What did you expect, honestly? It was still a little overwhelming, though. And while a civil war unclenched around them, Nico and Will were standing in the midst of it with a frightened look in their eyes. What have we done?

A cushion was thrown from one top bunk to another, accompanied by a shrill ‘You’re wrong!’ It was a little worrying how a group of kids and teens who had access to weapons were able to start this over something so small and insignificant. Will was just wondering who the hell allowed these kids a sword, when it all suddenly stops.

‘Enough!’ Chiron’s voice cut through the noise and turned it silent. Approximately thirty heads whipped around to watch the entrance. There he was standing, his eyes tired, but still extremely disappointed. ‘What on earth is going on here? Nico di Angelo, what are you doing in this cabin?’

Nico opened his mouth to say something, but he wasn’t sure what exactly. He licked his lower lip and eventually just said: ‘A disagreement?’

Nico felt Chiron’s sigh in his bones. ‘I could hear you all the way to the blue house. You woke the whole camp with these antics. I hope you’re happy with yourself.’

Chiron’s disappointment fell over them all, silencing them, making their shoulders fall and eyebrows droop. Chiron’s disappointment was a living thing, tearing them apart from the inside and ruining their lives. Apollo has always been very dramatic, no wonder his children were too.

‘Sorry, Chiron.’, Will says, taking the responsibility. ‘We’ll go to bed now.’

‘In your own cabin’, the centaur added with a poignant look to Nico.

‘Yes, sir.’

He turns around to leave, but stopped in his steps right before stepping outside. ‘It’s ‘Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, by the way. Everyone knows that.’ And he disappeared into the night.  

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fear / e.d. (part 3)

I was loosely considering going to this party that was going on tonight, but the fact that Ethan and Amanda would both be there was horrible. Parker has been trying to convince me to get dressed up and go for the past 20 minutes.

"Come on, Anabelle! It'll be fun, you can get your mind off of everything. Just ignore Amanda. Ignore Ethan. Avoid them both, I don't know! Just come with me, please!?" Parker basically kept telling me the same things and asking the same question over and over. Almost as if she was a broken record,repeating and repeating things until it finally came across.

"Fine. I'll go. But I'm leaving if anything goes wrong, and no alcohol for me." I say, agreeing to go to whoever's party this was. I'm really hoping Amanda just gets wasted and ignores me, or doesn't even notice me at all. But that's highly unlikely. She may be super skinny but I doubt she's a lightweight with the amount of alcohol she's already put into her system. She's probably used to all sorts of different drugs and alcohol, to be honest. I don't think she's missed a party in 3 years.

Me, well I've missed every single one. Except for tonight, tonight would be my first highschool party. I'm already regretting it and I haven't even left the house yet.

"Here, wear this. It'll look cute with your hair." Parker says, handing me an orange cropped sweatshirt.

"I don't do well with crop tops, Park." I say, handing it back to her and looking for something more 'me'

"No, you're going to this party, you're going to look cute, and you're going to have fun." She says, throwing the shirt right back at me.

"Fine, but I'm not wearing mak-"

"Yes you are, I'll do it for you. It'll look cute, come on!" Parker says, handing me a pair of jeans to wear with it, as well as a pair of plain adidas.

"Fine, let me get changed." I say, walking to her bathroom to get changed as she walks to her closet.

"You look great! Now sit down, we're doing this quick so we can get to the party." Parker says, sitting me down on her chair as she stands and does my makeup.

After a few minutes we finish my makeup. It was nothing big or special, just something cute for a party.

"Thank you, Parker." I say in shock at how good it looked for being so quick.

"Of course, it's my specialty." She says as she quickly starts her own.

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Parker and I finally showed up to the party. It was at Sam Dawson's house, a very large house that is, and I could already tell I probably wouldn't enjoy it. Parker begged me to go though, and I can't just back out now.

"Come on!" Parker says, pulling me into the house where the music was blaring loudly. Parker went to the alcohol and started pouring herself a drink.

"Oh, look who decided to show up." Amanda says, with Ethan right by her side.

Oh great. How could I have thought I would be able to ignore them. That never seems to happen. My luck is at about a negative 58 percent right about now. I really shouldn't have came.

I tried to ignore them and walked away with Parker, until Ethan turned me around and made another rude comment.

"You should have stayed home, bitch." Ethan says, pushing me down to the ground and leaving me there.

Parker seemed to have walked off somewhere, so there I was, again, alone. He was right though, I should have stayed home.

I got up off of the ground and went to the backyard, where people seemed to habe stopped going as it was a bit cold outside. I sat by the garden and held a bottle of water by me, slowly sipping on it in order to cool myself down after being in that house filled with sweaty people.

I've been sitting out here for quite a while now, a few people starting to come out in order to go jump into the pool.

"Hey Anabelle. What are you doing here?" Someone says, sitting down next to me.

I looked up from the ground and saw Grayson beside me, "Parker convinced me to go. I should've stayed home."

"No you shouldn't have, please don't let Amanda or even Ethan ruin your fun. Come on, let's go play truth or dare." Grayson says, pulling me up and bringing me to the bonfire where a few people were surrounded.

I sat down on the floor in front of Grayson who had taken a seat on the log that was beside a few other people. We played truth or dare for quite a while, until eventually we decided to end the game and everyone started to walk off.

"Hey Gray, I need your help." Ethan says, stumbling a bit with his words.

This kid is wasted, my god.

I stayed down by the firepit and tried to make sure he didn't see me. I needed to find a time to slip by without him noticing.

I stood up and told Grayson I was going to go find Parker to make sure she wasn't dead. I tried walking away until Ethan pulled on my wrist. I really did try to pull away, but his grip was too strong.

"Can we talk?" Ethan asks, lightening his grip on me.

"You don't have to, Anabelle." Grayson says, pulling Ethan off of me.

He seems to know about Ethan a lot more than anyone else, so I'm suprised he's so worried about me. He should be on his brother's side, like everyone else. Shouldn't he?

"Please, Ana."