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ghostly-writers · 6 months ago

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A Birthday gift for the most wonderful person ever! And who I have had the pleasure of talking to and calling my friend @little-eldritch-gremlin ✨⭐️🎁🍰💝🩷

“Mom? Can I ask you for something?”

“What is it Saul?” His mother asked, drying the dishes and placing them into the cupboard. The sound of her shoes tapping against the tiled floor sounded much like the clicking of a horse's hooves.

“Well…I was thinking since Woodstock is in a few months maybe…me and my friends could go?” He went stiff as he heard their mom’s busy pacing stop and watched as she slowly turned around facing him fully, hands placed on her hips “Would you pay for the tickets?” she inquired and Saul felt his heart jump with hope “yes!” he said enthusiastically, stepping forward “I would pay for the tickets and the fuel as well as all the equipment we would be taking!” His mother slowly nodded, placing her finger on her chin thoughtfully, seemingly considering the proposition “fine! You can go but you’ll need to ask your father first!” Saul internally cheered at his victory before making his way out the kitchen “thanks!” he said getting ready to ask his dad for their approval- “oh but Saul!” their mother called and Saul stopped in his footsteps spinning round on one foot “what?” He asked, watching the small smile that stretched itself against his moms face “take Jay with you! I don’t want him in the house on his own since me and your father will be out for work.”

Saul internally screamed.

-A couple months later-

Jay was only one year younger than Saul coming in at seventeen while Saul was eighteen and therefore deemed the responsible one as their father had told him as he packed himself and Jay into the car “take care of him Saul!” he had reminded his voice laced with an undertone of ‘You lose him you will be grounded forever’ and Saul had only nodded, running a hand through his light brown hair “sure will!” he promised looking over at Jay who was quickly buckling himself in seemingly even more exhilarated at the thought of going to the festival jumping at the opportunity when Saul had begrudgingly slunk into his brothers room to ask him. “Make sure you’re safe! Don’t drink anything and certainly no drugs! If you come back here stinking of marijuana or anything else I will have both of your heads!” Their mother had called from the front door making Saul internally whither since he knew his best friend James would be bringing beer and other alcoholic beverages he had managed to get his paws on. “Right!” he called back, watching as she walked down the front porch steps and placed a big kiss on his cheek, her hair covering most of her face, blue eyed staring into his “ok love you sweetie be safe! And-”

“And look after Jay, I know mom!” He cut her off watching how she nodded her head in an approving manner before letting their father talk to him reminding him to keep the car safe, obey the law and not get into too much trouble and to absolutely under no circumstances lose Jay! And when Saul said for the millionth time he would keep Jay safe both his parents gave him one last hug and kiss before waving him off and watching as he made his way down the road and out of sight becoming only a tiny dot in the distance.

Woodstock was loud and crowded, filled with people who herded themselves like cattle around. After a few hours of driving since they already lived in New York so it wouldn’t be hard to get there. Saul and Jay had managed to nab a spot for parking in the overflowing parking space and began their hunt for James, Henry and Louis who had all come together since there hadn’t been enough room in either car for all five of them and all their luggage as well as their…beverages they had decided to bring. “SAUL!” James had cried out waving the two brothers over a beer clutched in his clammy grip since his radio had said it was “going to be a scorcher”. It was a beautiful bright day despite there being rumours of rain on the news but Saul had simply brushed it off since a day this beautiful couldn’t turn sour, Right?

“Dude!” Saul cried out, waving manically back and forth before pulling his friend into a tight hug the sweat on his back soaking through his t-shirt while Jay got the rest of the stuff from the car helping set up the tent and roll out their sleeping bags, sitting down in the grass and sipping on a coke while Saul cracked open a beer and when he opened his mouth to protest Saul was first. “Mom told me she doesn’t want you stinking of anything other than cow shit so you can’t have a beer” he said in a matter of factly tone, leaving Jay to pout in the grass, spotting the giant red barn that was situated only a few metres away.

“Just one?” he had pleaded, reaching out for Saul’s drink who quickly snatched it from his grasp “no! I’m not letting you get wasted then lost!” watching as Jay’s face contorted and he crossed his arms huffing and puffing like a toddler who had been denied a toy “not fair” Saul heard him mutter under his breath James laughing and saying “come on give the baby his bottle” which only made Jay pout more, unhappy with the comment, but Saul ignored him. Instead, enjoying the sound of Bert Sommer and ‘The Who’ that were currently rocking out on the massive stage not far from them. Deciding to relax and enjoy the sun for a bit and then going to see the performance a little later in the evening so that the sun wasn’t so intense, watching as James and Henry cracked jokes and a few more beers while Jay sat huffing while drinking another coke.

Four hours later it began to rain. Scratch that, it began to pour and the group was forced to retreat back to their tents not too unhappy as they had managed to see a great deal of the performers and just assumed the storm would blow over, the sky was dark grey and the raindrops threw themselves towards the ground sending little plumes of dust up into the air making the ground look like it was boiling quickly turning into a see of sloppy brown mud. Saul had managed to secure himself inside the tent but was waiting for Jay who was last with Henry “dude do you know where Jay is?” He inquired as Henry climbed into his tent who looked at him perplexed before shaking his head sending droplets of water everywhere “no…” he said and a sudden cold horrible realisation began to fall over Saul quicker than how the sky was darkening at night with the stage becoming illuminated.

He had lost Jay.

The next few hours where torture for Saul as he sprung from the tent and began to ask desperately the people at the festival his voice shaky as he asked “have you seen a boy? Brown hair that’s kinda outgrown and he’s got blue jeans on with a brown jacket?!” But no one had seen him and as his friends desperately searched through the sea of body’s Sauls panic was beginning to grow. Where was he?! Was he ok? God for all he knew Jay could be in a ditch somewhere dead! Why didn’t he keep a closer eye on him?! Their mother was going to kill him! “We can’t find him!” Henry and Louis had said when they all met back up asking several officers if they had seen Jay but hadn’t, but they were searching for him. Saul sat in one of the chairs they had brought head in his hands crying. Guilt and regret washing over him in one big horrible wave, why didn’t he keep a closer eye on him?! Henry put a soothing hand on his back and hugged him comforting Saul as he cried out worried for his little brother while the security searched every nook and cranny for his little brother.

“Ughhhhhhh?” Jay groaned as he lifted his head feeling something hard against the back of his skull, he opened his eyes slowly but quickly closed them as they were suddenly assaulted with the glaring brightness of the sun, he lifted his head to see the blue sky? Weird, he swore he had fallen asleep in his tent. He seemed to be on some sort of tiled surface from the scratchy and hard surface against his cheek, slightly damp from the rain. He hissed as he tried to move himself onto his back but his sunburnt skin was too raw- wait, sunburned skin? WHERE WAS HIS SHIRT?! He sat up from his position on the roof and tried to suppress the pounding headache he had from alcohol and… some questionable substances still in his system but he would live. Nothing, a bottle of water and some painkillers couldn't help stop. Jay groaned as the sun blinded him for a second and he brought a hand up to his eyes to shade them. After assessing his surroundings he saw he was in a pretty suburban neighbourhood with picket white fences and a neat row of houses as far as he could see. It was far different from the horse shit smelling field he had been in. Here it was quieter with only the sound of bird song and children enjoying the early sun. He was panicking slightly not knowing where he was and how worried Saul would be his heart rate slightly picking up and his skin becoming clammy, he could easily ask someone for some directions and then hitchhike back all before his brother found out since he figured he couldn’t be far from Woodstock maybe a couple hours away. God he must be so worried-

“You ok there?” A man called up to him startling Jay out of his daydreaming, he was dressed neatly with a sprout of red hair and had a small yapping dog on the end of a tight leash that he kept pulling back towards him when it wandered too far. Jay smiled at him and nodded “yeah…I…I don’t know where I am” he admitted sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck nervously “I was at Woodstock…but I wandered off” the mans face hardened and Jay had a brief moment of panic thinking he had upset the man since Woodstock was seen as a hippie lifestyle. “My my friend you’ve come a long way!” He chuckled and pulled his dog towards him. Jay's face visibly paled and he looked at him bug eyed and rather dumbly “what?!” He questioned “w…where am I?!” He asked quickly trying to get to his feet but deciding he didn't want a broken neck on his hands as well so he decided to stay put reminding himself to apologise to whoever lived in the house that he had taken a nap on the roof of.

The man chuckled, his chin wobbling as he almost doubled over “My” he said again “you’ve been on the moonshine haven't you? …You’re in Applegate!” Jack cocked his head to one side. He was confused, there was no town called Applegate near Woodstock and he expressed that to the gentleman “there's no town near Woodstock called that!” The man nodded slowly seemingly thinking over what he was about to say, like he was trying to soften the blow and that only made Jay panic more. “Friend…” he started looking up at Jays sunburned face “you’re in Pennsylvania''

…SHIT

...I'm sorry it.s so late 😅

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