Oz drabble
Dessert_First said to put this up, and I usually do what she suggests. I'm that way, you know. Suggestible.
In the voidness of reality
Oz sat in the school courtyard sizing up his options. He could go to class, and feel
several useful parts of his mind atrophy and blow away, or he could go out to the
van with Devon and smoke a joint and get rid of them the fun way.
He'd like to begin again. He'd like not to feel ownership of Devon, who could not
be owned. He'd like to not have agreed to babysit Jordy. He'd like for his aunt and
uncle to have warned him that Jordy was a werewolf. Which totally explained
the chains in the spare room, but at the time, he'd just thought he'd discovered
some sad, middle-aged kink.
He'd like to begin again. He'd like not to count his grievances against his family
and friends, like to be the cool dude Xander Harris thought he was. Like not to
have scared off Willow, made her jittery and worried.
He'd like to begin again, and find someone to love him.
In the voidness of reality
Oz sat in the school courtyard sizing up his options. He could go to class, and feel
several useful parts of his mind atrophy and blow away, or he could go out to the
van with Devon and smoke a joint and get rid of them the fun way.
He'd like to begin again. He'd like not to feel ownership of Devon, who could not
be owned. He'd like to not have agreed to babysit Jordy. He'd like for his aunt and
uncle to have warned him that Jordy was a werewolf. Which totally explained
the chains in the spare room, but at the time, he'd just thought he'd discovered
some sad, middle-aged kink.
He'd like to begin again. He'd like not to count his grievances against his family
and friends, like to be the cool dude Xander Harris thought he was. Like not to
have scared off Willow, made her jittery and worried.
He'd like to begin again, and find someone to love him.