[ Charles gives it fifteen, twenty minutes before he excuses himself from where his friends and their families have gathered together to take photos, exchange congratulations. It's not his scene. Not really. He'd sent his own family home after a few pictures with Metis. The ceremony itself had been a boring ritual, a supposed passage from ( Read more... )

[ It's 3:03 AM on a school night, and Charles isn't sure why he's been awake so often the past two weeks, staring at the ceiling in the dark at odd hours. It's all the things he has on his mind-- almost as if something's weighing on his non-existent conscience, or something's bothering him-- but his pride won't let him admit any of it ( Read more... )

(Another day of school out, with the weekend right around the corner. Too bad it's raining like a bitch, or the afternoon might have been enjoyable.

There's a kid standing outside the school gate, bag hung over one shoulder, hoodie up for his head, hands shoved into damp jean pockets. He's drenched, wet as a dog, but doesn't seem to mind.)

(He shows up considerably early for a late sleeper like him, groggy from being too sober for too long. By 'considerably early,' he means late by twenty-five minutes. He really has to get in touch with Dougal soon, or he's going to go crazy. When he woke up he even considered a cup of coffee for a half-second before tossing that idea into the ( Read more... )

[ At the Sonic three or four blocks down from Zach's apartment, there's a emo kid sipping a cherry limeade through a red bendy straw, playing with his fries. He's drawing a ketchup smilie on his napkin, and he's waiting for someone ( Read more... )

[ Friday rolls around, and Charles somehow finds himself on the doorstep of an apartment he's never been to before. He doesn't make a habit of this-- showing up to strange places by himself, without being bribed or forced-- but today, circumstances have brought him there. Somewhere between Metis urging him and Josh saying they'd take him and ( Read more... )

(It's late on a Saturday night, and Zach isn't out flirting with the crowds. Something's kept him home--besides the biting temperatures of encroaching Autumn, his precious computer sanctuary, and, of course, the noisy slasher flick in the DVD player ( Read more... )

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