Says the guy who has the same age as me.
Looks like I catched up on you, Tan.
Not for long, though. I’ll be nineteen at the end of November.
I say birthdays are overrated.
Aw look, my baby’s all grown up! I feel like a proud mom.
Boys Don’t Cry: a mix for the bad boy who’s been tamed.. sort of (listen)
001. Disorder - Joy Division
002. The Morning - The Weeknd
003. Waste - Foster the People
004. Boys Don’t Cry - The Cure
005. Take Care - Drake ft. Rihanna
006. R U Mine? -Arctic Monkeys
007. Girls Like You - The Naked and Famous
008. Asleep - The Smiths
This is kind of stuff is not supposed to happen, people are supposed to get better, we’re here to get fucking better…
It’s their responsibility to keep this from happening, damn it!
Shit Tan, I- …Pierce, he- …Fuck.
Heath, babe, relax, okay? C’mere.
It’s not okay that this happened, I know. But don’t you think the therapists were trying as much as they could?
You can’t be serious… They can’t-
Hey, hey, hey.. Talk to me, what’s wrong?
Heather shrugged once more, a smile still on her face at the sight of the boy’s grin. ”It was worth a shot.” She rose an eyebrow as he simply swam away, wondering what Tanner was up to. He climbed up the ladder and she still stared at him slightly confused before deciding to swim a bit closer to the dock. Heather settled in observing him for while, with his dark blue eyes facing the sky, his wet brown hair all over the place and his legs dangling on the edge with water drops dripping down at the movement. It was weird - almost scary - how familiar he had become to her. Learning that Tanner was at High Creek the day she’d arrived had made her think this whole thing could turn out alright, even with her summer plans behind her. And looking at him now, she knew she’d been right: it could’ve been much, much worse. Having him there with her made it all okay, somehow. As that thought crossed her mind she caught sight of the boy’s smile - an actual smile, and not his trademark smirk - and automatically gave him one in return. Swimming a few last strokes to reach the ladder, Heather climbed it before settling down right next to the boy. Absent-mindedly she grabbed her towel and pulled it close to her - not having the water surrounding her body anymore made her feel a bit uncomfortable - before looking up to brunette sitting next to her. ”What’s going on in that mind of yours, Tanner?” she asked with genuine curiosity. It wasn’t like him to be so much in his own thoughts.
Tanner snapped back to reality when the brunette sat down next to him, turning to look at her and he let out a small sigh. “I dunno,” he muttered, blue eyes looking away from her for a moment before meeting Heather’s brown ones again. “It’s just that there’s been something I wanna tell you, y’know? And…” he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. Why was he acting like such a pussy? He was Tanner fucking Walker for fuck’s sake - he didn’t fall for girls and get nervous around them. It really wasn’t like him, and he found it quite odd that one girl could do all this to him. “I don’t know how to tell you because this isn’t something I’m.. Used to,” he paused and ran a hand through his sloppy hair, stormy blue eyes flicking down to her lips quickly. “Ah, fuck it,” he mumbled so quietly, yet he was positive his friend, although he hoped they’d soon be more, had heard him. Tanner moved in slowly at first, giving the girl an opportunity to tell him to piss off if she wanted, before pressing his lips to hers softly.
I’ve already drank more caffeine than one person should be allowed in a day. But thanks anyway Tanner, it’s been a long time! How are you?
Wow, that fuckin’ blows, sorry to hear that. It has been, hasn’t it? I’ve been alright. And you?
That’s g-good. Know where I can g-get a key, Tan?
Any of the counselors, I’m guessing. I could get you one… Why?
God, I’ve had enough of cold and snowy to last a life time. Fuck, that’s bullshit. Are you still gonna go when you get out of here?
Anytime. Ha, my thoughts exactly. The only problem is that I’m pretty sure all the counsellors are going to be supervising. How do we get around that?
Fuck, I know. I’m absolutely dreading winter. I mean, I’m planning on it, because I’ve got a full hockey scholarship to a college I never dreamed of getting into but… At the same time I want to take a break and start college in the spring. But I can’t and it blows. I’ve fucked my whole life up, y’know?
Easy, really. Hide in the crowds and don’t be too much of a drunken asshole until the end, when the counselors watch over you less.
They sure do. And so do the windows, so you can be completely trapped in.