Bitterfairy98

[dancinbutterfly]

The Downlow on Hurricane Parties

Okay *presses hands together*I’ve been seeing a shit ton of posts about these and no actual explanations about How Living In a Hurricane Zone actually fucking works. Like - socially. 

Reciepts:  I was made homeless by 2 hurricanes in my life - once at 8 and again at 17. I have also ridden out more hurricanes than I can remember. I grew up in Hurricane Alley in florida and I have a tshirt from my senior year that says I Survived Hurricane High School because our senior year was so fucked by Hurricane Ivan no less than a 1/3rd of the student body was displaced. Aside from my parents divorce it’s probably the single most impactful thing to ever happen to me.

So let me explain a thing to those of you who don’t have hurricanes.

There’s a few types of hurricanes that make landfall on the continental US. There are REALLY BAD hurricanes - like Katrina and Harvey. Those are the ones where all you can do is Fucking Run.

But then? There’s the Less Bad Hurricanes.Those are insanely windy and full of rain and trees come down and shit gets bad but like…mostly, you get through it by hunkering down - boarding up the windows with plywood or specially made hurricane shutters(actually a thing, we had them on my house) bring in everything you have outside your house and plying it up in your living room and then just waiting shit out. Wild right?

If you live in Hurricane Alley, you realize, hey, for a Less Bad Hurricane, higher ground is all I really need. That is still an evacuation, it’s just not a  Fucking Run full evacuation. When you evacuate to higher ground you almost always end up at Someone’s House and often, whoever’s place you end up at is putting up 2+families and so are other people in that area because that’s the Higher Ground.

Here’s what’s happens. The whole goddamn town shuts down. This is one of the few times capitalism comes to a grinding halt (unless you work at Waffle House. That motherfucker stays open until you pass Cat3 because they’re more intrepid than any fucking US Marine) and the whole town shuts down. There’s power - until there isn’t. There’s water - until there isn’t. 

And then? 

There’s just you and the people you’re trapped in a house with for hours if not days.

What you end up with is a lot of people in one place, sharing their supplies of water and food because they have to - gathered in the ONE place that might have a generator - WHICH YOU CANNOT RUN ALL THE TIME ANYWAY, DON’T LISTEN TO ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU DIFFERENTLY - when the weather is wet and also 90+ degrees, because you gotta remember this only happens in the summer. Schools are closed so a lot of the time, people are trapped in small places with their kids who dont know each other that well and cannot go outside and play which is a nightmare because did I mention the electricity is down? Yeah, this is literally the start of a fucking horror movie. 

Because on top of that, after a certain point, the sun is going to go down. You may have candles but not THAT many and you wanna save them so you can’t read.

And what are you going to do with that time? Seriously, what? Fam you gotta TALK to each other to pass the time.

Plus?  All the adults are fucking stressed out. Aside from the host, no one is in their own home and they’re scared. They might pretend they’re not but they are. They may not be scared for they’re life but they’re afraid for their property and their friends who didn’t come with them and they’re afraid for what’s going to happen when that motherfucker makes landfall and and and. 

You know what makes that experience easier (on the adults at least)? Alcohol (and weed if you’re in Florida where that shit is legal) and revelry and generally being playful, letting the kids play too, maybe getting a brightly colored cake that makes the whole experience less terrifying. 

And lo, hurricane parties. 

So yeah. That’s what’s going on with hurricanes.

That’s whats going to keep going on with hurricanes as the climate crisis continues.

And if you try and guilt and shame people out of their coping mechanisms and survival tactics that scientists and survival experts have proven work (seriously, I went to a panel on how to survive an apocalypse and the first advice they gave was Throw A Party) then you’re just wrong. Stop harshing people and start being supportive. Things are only going to get worse as we move forward and trust me when I tell you, a good hurricane party can save sanity and lives. 

[anais-ninja-bitch]

OP, thank you?? sfm?????

about the only thing more irritating than outsiders being condescending about it is carpetbaggers thinking it really is just about fun and not coping.

[mylordshesacactus]

Adding on to this actually because there’s another factor that I think people outside of Florida…probably SHOULD understand, but often don’t–you can watch a hurricane coming.

Like…you have around a week to understand and think about it, and there’s only so much you can do. In a lot of cases–unless there’s a) a major hurricane, cat 3 or higher b) making landfall very close to where you live–it is actually safer to bunker down and ride it out. Most buildings in Florida are designed to withstand hurricane-force winds up to a point; if you’re in a non-evacuation zone or if the storm is coming across land (ie, like me you live on the Gulf coast and the storm is hitting from the Atlantic) you are in the safest possible place.

So you stock up, you board up your windows, and you….wait.

For days.

Emphasis on the boarded windows–you generally want to wait as long as is safe to do that, because something people often fail to fully understand is that once you’ve screwed heavy plywood over all the glass in your home, you have no natural light in your house. (My dad invested in a sort of reinforced plexiglass–stronger and better than plywood, but a lot more expensive–for our living-room window specifically to counteract that claustrophobic feeling, but that’s not financially an option for everyone.) At the same time, however, you need to have them up by around the time you start getting rain bands, because otherwise you’re trying to put up large sheets of lightweight material in heavy, gusty winds.

If you’re from up north, understand–you start getting rain bands DAYS before the hurricane hits. Board up your windows and sit there for two solid days and then tell us we’re stupid for wanting some relief.

(I will say though–most hurricane parties are careful about the booze. A drink or two to help relax is normal, but people here are more sensible than y’all seem to believe. Things can go wrong, even just things as simple as a generator not working properly; everyone is aware that they’ll need to be capable of responding safely. If you’re seeing large amounts of alcohol, that probably means there’s large amounts of people and they’re planning for several days minimum without being able to go shopping.)

(Yes, of course there’s like that ridiculous 2% of people who do shit like hang out in parking garages getting drunk, but it is disingenuous and mean-spirited to act like the tiny portion of people doing something like that are in any way representative. And frankly, they’re usually tourists.)

Hurricane parties aren’t really for decompressing during the storm. They’re to help counteract the creeping dread and overwhelming anxiety of the 48 hours BEFORE the storm. They’re for giving you something to do, something to focus on–something to plan, when you’ve already done all the storm prep you can. We don’t have hurricane parties because we don’t take hurricanes seriously–we have them because we know damn well how serious the situation really is. 

You have no idea what it feels like to watch the wrath of God descend upon you at a slow and leisurely pace. You have to break that tension if you want to be able to function during a storm; otherwise you’re mentally burned-out and exhausted before the actual hurricane even gets there.

[thewriterswitch]

To add to this, I think a lot of people don’t understand just how much damage hurricanes can do and for how long that damage can last.

I’m in Austin, and we got rained on a little when Harvey hit. So I’m by no means an expert. But when I went down to Houston to volunteer to help the people clean out their houses, I was fucking shocked by how much damage hurricanes can do. I was also 17, so that could factor in why I didn’t know how much damage there is. But I think it’s just kind of hard to imagine it unless you see it.

First of all is the way people have to clean out their houses. Their floors, walls, belongings. Everything that got wet goes. People had piles and piles of everything sitting on their lawn because now it’s all moldy and destroyed.

That’s their belongings. Their walls. Their floors. Their house.

Peoples houses essentially got moved to their lawns because you can’t keep all those moldy walls and floors anymore. They gotta be destroyed, removed, and replaced. So they now lost their furniture, their collections, their everything.

Second is the smell:

Water makes things moldy, and moldy things stink. So when there’s a house that got hit and has been wet for days, it’s not gonna smell pretty. There was one woman’s place in particular where I couldn’t go into the house with a mask on without gagging. The floors were sopping wet. Her books had been completely destroyed, and everything stunk so bad my eyes teared up. I can’t even begin to describe the smell. The owner was wearing a gas mask when we arrived. That’s how bad it was.

One person said that they haven’t been allowed to go home for days because of the health risks. There was one neighborhood that was told they weren’t gonna get hit by a hurricane, and then got hit by Harvey. They didn’t have house insurance because that was an area of Houston that was predicted to never get hit by a hurricane.

We had a team of people who essentially destroyed people’s walls and hauled it into the lawn. Same with the floors.

A year after Harvey hit, my family wanted to go to the ocean. So of course we went to Houston. On the side of the highway, there was a huge ass pile of everyone’s belongings. This pile went on for longer than a football field. It was much, much taller than a car.

And it was just sitting there. A year later.

I don’t know what a mild hurricane looks like, and I’ve never experienced one first hand, but this is what Harvey looked like weeks after they were hit.

[bitterfairy98]

Wow this is amazing. I'm not around any hurricane zones or even close and I actually didn't even know there was such thing as a hurricane party. Things like this give me hope because, when it matters, when it REALLY matters, people are GOOD. Yes, there's that two percent who aren't, but in general they are. Like these are strangers going to people's houses and staying there and these people are welcoming them into their homes because they NEED that. They're looking out for each other and taking care of each other. I just think that no matter what others might say, people are amazing and no matter what happens we're gonna get through it because we're human and that's what we DO and I think that's awesome.

[fozmeadows]

Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.

[legit-writing-tips]

Another good post to read for those writing small human characters. 

[jennytrout]

My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.

[deleted20211121]

My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.

[cantnotknope]

I live in Korea and have a lot of international friends, and the same is true with language barriers in adults. 

*Looking at a bowl of pears* “Can you please pass me the… apple’s friend?” 

[masterofbirds]

OH SHIT SHE’S THREE

[bitterfairy98]

As the sun grew closer to the horizon, casting its golden streaks over the house, the maid finally came up with a plan, “You have to hide. I know a good place. They’ll never find you. Then you can stay with me…”

    Boston was exhausted and sore. He was broken and defeated. He had never really stood a chance. The maid had molded him and raised him exactly how she wanted him. So when she gave him this proposition, he didn’t argue. He nodded wordlessly and followed her. She opened a secret hatch in the wall that Boston had never seen before, “You must hide in here.”

    He knelt and crawled in, blindly trusting her, too tired to argue. It was so small he could barely fit. He couldn’t even turn around. The maid shut the hatch and there was silence. Then he could see the maids face in front of him in the dim light. He hadn’t realized that the cubby went forward more. Soon he heard his parents calling for him. The maid smiled and put a finger to her lips. He nodded and stayed quiet. He wasn’t leaving. After a while of searching, his parents left the house. ‘They probably think I ran off…’ His eyes slipped shut. He was so exhausted. The maid started hummng softly and soon he was asleep.

[bitterfairy98]

The next day Boston told his psychologist that he had been trying to commit suicide and that he didn’t know why. The session lasted an hour and he answered all the questions with lies, making it sound like he had done everything to himself. When the psychologist pointed out that he had said the exact opposite before, Boston responded with, “I don’t want my parents to know. This IS confidential right?”

    When Boston was sixteen, his parents decided to move. They told him that they were hoping a change in scenery would help him. There was a very good psychologist out around where they were moving. He could start a new life and live happily. Boston flat out refused to move. He was sixteen and strong enough that they couldn’t drag him forcefully out of the house. The only thing they would be able to do would be to call the authorities. At that thought, he ran to his room, confiding in the maid. When she heard the news, she immediately burst into tears. She didn’t want to be alone. Boston was her only friend, the only one that would pay any attention to her. They had grown close. How could he leave her? Boston reassured her that he wasn’t going anywhere. They would come up with something. That night was a restless one.

[bitterfairy98]

When Boston was fourteen, his parents found him in his room with a knife through his stomach. He was hospitalized and his parents said he had “attempted suicide”. As soon as he was strong enough, he tried to tell them he hadn’t been trying to kill himself, someone had dared him to do it while they were playing truth or dare. His parents made appointments with a psychologist on account of him having no friends over… Ever… When he told the maid that, she punished him. She said it was because he had almost gotten her in trouble, that he should lie and say that he had tried to commit suicide. The punishment was harsh, too harsh to be a game. She sat on his bed and gestured for him to stand in front of her. He hesitated, but when her eyes narrowed, he hurried to obey. Once he was firmly between her knees, her legs clamped tight enough to bruise, she placed a hand on his stomach. His breath hitched and he stared at her, excitement and horror writhing around inside him. Then her fingers sank through his stomach. He whimpered and grabbed her wrist, but she was much stronger than he was. He coughed as her hand sank deeper in him and her fingers slowly wrapped around his intestines. He whimpered, tugging on her wrist, but she just gave him a condescending look and slowly started twisting his guts. He started to fight, coughing and struggling to get away, but she didn’t stop. He felt a rip and pop and could swear his waste was spilling out inside of him. He squeezed his eyes shut as blood ran from his mouth. It was filling his lungs now. He gagged. Finally, her hand retracted and he slumped into her, unable to fall on the floor as her legs were still holding him up with bruising force. Then her fingers were digging into his eye sockets. That’s when he started screaming. He fought and writhed and struggled to get away from her as she tried to claw his eyeballs out from under his eyelids. He sobbed and fought desperately, “No! No! Please I’m sorry please don’t-” His voice broke as he sobbed.

    His maid finally pulled back, laughing a little, “I think you’ve learned your lesson, yes?”

    Her knees loosened and Boston sank to the floor. She stroked his hair gently as he waited for the taste of blood to fade from his mouth. Her voice, now soft, filtered into his ringing ears, “If you mess up again, I’ll actually rip them out.”

    Boston whimpered and nodded, “I-I won’t mess up…”

    “Good…”

    She cleaned the blood up off the floor while Boston slept. She was the maid anyway and Boston had to go to the psychologist the next day. He slept fitfully that night, but the next day was prepared to lie.

[bitterfairy98]

I finally got the first part of the story up! Sorry it took so long, I got very busy for a moment there! Life kinda happened lol. Anyway I hope you enjoy it, it was just an idea I had, but I don't feel like it has enough basis to make a full story out of, so it'll be more like a short story :)

[bitterfairy98]

The Maid

Boston and his parents had been living in the same house for years. Ever since he could remember. It was an old thing made of brick. It had a big fireplace with a chimney. Boston used to love watching smoke come out of it. Out the front door was a wide porch, taking up the whole front of the house. On the porch was a swing that Boston used to play on. Out the back door there was a set of stairs and a giant oak tree with a rope hanging from it. Except Boston’s parents said there wasn’t, but there was. The maid said she could see it too so Boston knew it was. The maid only used the back door. She said she wasn’t allowed to use the front door, since she was just a maid. Boston had wanted to convince his parents to let her use the front door, but she had said that they wouldn’t let her play with him anymore if he tried to. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to keep playing with her, so he didn’t. One time he had asked her why his parents always ignored her. She had said it was because the adults were supposed to pretend the maid didn’t exist. Boston had thought that was very mean, but she had told him not to tell them that either or they might get her in trouble. Boston hadn’t wanted to get her in trouble, so he hadn’t said anything and had started to pretend she didn’t exist around his parents as well. As he got older, it became habit to not talk about her. He started to accept that that was just how maids were treated, though he never ignored her when they were alone, no matter how old he got. She seemed happy about that. Often she would wake him in the middle of the night to play with her. He had tried to teach the kids at school the games she taught him, but he got in trouble. The teachers told him he shouldn’t hurt people. He had tried to explain that he just wanted to see how much they could take before begging him to stop. It was just a game! Instead of understanding, they would suspend him. When he tried to explain that the cuts up his arms and across his fingers were from him playing and that the bruises around his neck were just pretend, but, instead of wanting to play with him, they would send him to counseling. They told his parents he was “self harming”. He tried to explain that he wasn’t doing it, that it was a friend, but when they asked who, he couldn’t tell, since the maid said if he did, she’d get fired. Then they wouldn’t be able to play anymore.

[bitterfairy98]

So I had my story written in a journal and lost the journal (this is why electronics are useful kids!)... But I found the journal so gonna get it on the computer, edit it, and hopefully post it very soon! Sorry for the long wait! It's coming soon! Really this time lol XD

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[bitterfairy98]

No Una Historia Damur

So we've come to the conclusion of N.U.H.D. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I wanted to try out a story from a side characters point of view and figure out how I would write it. N.U.H.D. was kind of my guinea pig lol. Hope I did OK! I'll be posting my next story soon. This one will be much shorter and was just an idea that popped in my head, a concept really, so we'll see how that one goes XD Once again I hope you enjoyed N.U.H.D. and can't wait to get my next one out! Be looking forward to it, it's coming soon! :D

[bitterfairy98]

He’s running before you can question anything. Sam darts after him, “Jr wait!” You dart after Sam, “You can’t go with him! You’re not a werewolf! Guys!” You skid to a stop just before you reach the alley. You don’t want to get involved. You’re not magical, you can’t get bit, it could kill you. You don’t need to be in the midst of this. It turns out that it doesn’t matter what you need or do. The wolves spill out of the alley, it being too small to hold them. You scream and scramble back, but the wolves quickly engulf you. You duck behind a trash can quickly, trying to hide. Why do these things ALWAYS happen to you? ‘They didn’t before I met Jr…’ The thought barely has time to rush through your mind before a wolf whips around the trash can. It’s eyes fall on you and you freeze, staring at it. It lunges and you gasp and roll out of the way. You manage to avoid the brunt of the attack, but the claws of one paw still find your arm. They rake fown your arm, from you elbow to your wrist. It doesn’t hurt, you’re too pumped full of adrenaline for that. You take off running as fast as you can. The streets are full of wolves, everywhere. Where did they come from? Did they escape from the wolf city? You don’t see Jr or Sam anywhere. You round a corner, only to see another wave of wolves. They’re all fighting among themselves. Your mind wanders back to Jr, ‘That’s my pack…’ You stumble over to a building, pressing yourself against a wall. ‘There’s a pack of wolves in my city…. No… There’s more than one pack of wolves, there’s at least two, fighting, right now…’ You try to squeeze into an alley, but two wolves notice you. One lunges, but the other rams into it and glares. You stand frozen, not daring to move. After a moment, they turn and run off. You would have cried with relief, if you had had time. But right now you have to get out of here. You have to get home. You turn and warmth splatters across your face. It burns. You wipe at it desperately, squinting around to find what it’s from. Right in front of you, there’s a wolf being ripped to shreds. You stumble back, nausea taking you. You collapse by the building and look down. Your eyes find your bloody arm, then fall to your wrist. Your bracelet… Your charm... Your protection... It’s gone. You gasp and wipe desperately at your face, “Jr? Jr! Jr!” Fear grips you as everything swims. No… This can’t happen to you… You can’t be exposed to this kind of magic, not without your charm… You finally find Sam. He’s crouched against the wall, a wolf with bright blue eyes is guarding him. You assume that’s Jr. You call out for him again, but your voice is weak. You have to get out of here. You have to find your bracelet. You try and get up, but fall again. Why is this happening to you? You can’t die… Your mom needs you… Jr needs you… You crawl towards Jr. A wolf rams into you, slamming you against ground. You groan. The wolf is heavy, and not moving. You’re too weak to push it off. ‘Isn’t he supposed to notice me? Isn’t he supposed to come save me? Why isn't he coming?’ You stare at him from the ground. He’s guarding his brother with everything he has, not letting anyone even close to him. He doesn’t even glance in your direction. And then you realise… No… He’s not supposed to notice you. He was never supposed to protect you. You aren’t the main character. This isn’t your story. This is there’s… You were always just a side character... Your eyes slowly close and you breathe out for the last time...

[bitterfairy98]

There are a couple relieving months of nothing. Just boring days, going to school, going home, talking with Jr and Sam, and sometimes hanging out. You ask questions about being a werewolf any time you’re alone with the boys. It’s fascinating hearing Jr’s stories and the mechanics of different types of werewolves. You’re starting to relax and enjoy life. You know you shouldn’t. Any time you try reintegrate into “normal” everything shatters around you. This time is no acception. You, Jr, and Sam have been hanging out at a cafe all day, goofing around and having fun. You’ve learned to ignore Jr’s snarky comments by now, and you’re realising that he’s just not changing, but you’ve accepted that. He may be difficult to be around sometimes, but he’s still your friend. You giggle as you lead the way out of the cafe. It’s past dark by now, the stars and moon are out bright. It’s not a full moon, so you’re not worried about it being dark. The stars are beautiful and you lean your head back, enjoying the view. Jr and Sam are goofing off behind you, but you ignore them. Tonight is nice, and you want to remember this, the bright stars, the light breeze, the empty streets, it’s all so beautiful. You’re interrupted by a sudden outbreak of snarls in an alley near the cafe. You, Jr, and Sam all turn at the same time. A sudden howl goes up and Jr’s eyes widen, “That’s my pack.”

[bitterfairy98]

Perks and Querks of Dating Jungkook

That whim you get of dating Jungkook even though you know you're way too old to be thinking about stuff like that and anyway you live in completely different countries but you still can't help but think of small querks and perks of dating him.......

1. Listening to him sing quietly to himself while he does random things that don't require thinking.

2. Staying up late and quietly listening to him rustle around, eat snacks, and do laundry (cause we all know he's fairly restless at night).

3. Holding him in your arms and carding your fingers through his slightly damp hair right after he gets home from dance practice, sweaty and exhausted. It's a little gross, with him being nasty and sweaty from working all day and if you're honest his breath doesn't smell the best (he's been snacking all day on junk food and his breath isn't exactly minty) but it's Jeon Jungkook and his first choice after coming home from work is to go straight into your arms to rest and that makes it all 180% worth it.

4. Asking him to dance for you and anticipating whether he'll be shy or cocky about it.

5. Going to his concert and screaming your lungs out and hoping against hope you get one flicker of eye contact with him and knowing that he's YOURS and ONLY yours, knowing it's not allowed and so very wrong but that's (even just a tiny bit) part of the thrill isn't it?

6. Laying your head in his lap and falling asleep to the feeling of him fidgeting with your hair and the sound of him singing softly.

7. Muscles.

8. Him being a brat and not wanting to share snacks, resulting in you chasing each other all over the house trying to get them, laughing and being dorks. It's a little childish, but he never had a child hood and this is the best he's got, and you're not as fast or strong as him and you can't keep going as long, but it's fun while it lasts.

9. Teasing him endlessly about how good his songs are and watching him blush.

10. Pictures pictures pictures pictures.

11. Having singing competitions with him. He always wins of course and it's embarrassing for you sometimes, but you still love it because Jeon Jungkook that's why.

12. That weird little criss cross position he sleeps in.

13. Bare face.

14. Buying him cheap little birthday presents even though he asked you not to and watching him do that little awkward smile as he looks at the trinket he could have bought a million of but it's the thought that counts.

15. Staring in shocked awe every time he walks through the door because no matter how many times it happens you'll never get used to the fact that you're dating THE Jeon Jungkook...

[bitterfairy98]

Just a couple days later, Jr is back. He’s leaning against that house again. You stop by him on your way to school with Sam, “Hey! Welcome back!” You know last time you saw him, you got into a fight, but isn’t that every time? Hopefully he’ll not take it too seriously… He nods, “Thanks…” But he’s distracted. His eyes are on Sam. You watch as his gaze slowly finds its way to his hickey, peeking out of his shirt. Sam blushes and covers it and Jr smirks. You get in his line of sight, “Ok, I know he’s your brother, but you can hold in the sex jokes ‘til I’m not around. I’m not interested in listening to you tease the living daylights out of him. Let’s be civil now.” Jr grins devilishly and Sam tugs on your shirt, “Come on, let’s go to school. There ain’t no way he’s keeping his big mouth shut…” Jr shrugs, “You’re the one going around with it on display Mr. Shy Boy…” Sam blushes deeper and tugs harder at your shirt. You glare at Jr, “Jerk,” and head to school. Jr’s laugh follows you and Sam as you head down the street. Sometimes you wonder if Jr will ever be nice. Aren’t jerky boys, like, supposed to change when they meet a girl? Aren’t they supposed to, like, “realise the errors of their ways” and all that? Well, it’s taking an annoyingly long time for Jr….

[bitterfairy98]

You’re leaving school when you finally get it out of him. You’ve been nagging him about that bruise all day and you finally break through. “I’m not going to leave you alone! I’m worried! Are your parents abusing you? Did someone attack you?” “No! It’s a hickey ok?!” You stop, “What…” He stops too, “What? Because I’m shy and antisocial I can’t get it on?” You stare in disbelief, then snap, “No! Because your BROTHER just came back from Werewolf HELL where he probably almost DIED and you’re missing school, not to see your brother, but to go get chicks?!” He snorts, “What? No! I’ve been hanging out with Jr, but do you expect me to follow him around and mope and cry over him twenty four/seven? He didn’t even have a hospital bed for me to cry at. He literally just used his condition as an excuse to eat a TON of food and then went around and flirted with literally anyone within arms length. Should I have followed him around and watched him make out with people? No thanks.” You open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. If you’re being honest, that sounds exactly like Jr… You close your mouth, then say, “What about missing school?” He shrugs and kind of grins a little shyly, “I’m pretty sure ANYONE would use any excuse to get out of school for a while…” Once again, you can’t argue. This is true. You had tried to use stubbing your toe as an excuse to miss school, so you aren’t exactly in any position to judge. You sigh, “Why couldn’t you have just TOLD me it was a hickey? Most guys would be bragging about it. I was really worried. And what if you’re lying? Now I don’t know WHAT to think…” He sighs, “I’m not lying. I’m shy and antisocial remember? I’m not just gonna brag about getting laid. That’s not cool. That’s private. It’s none of YOUR business. I shouldn't have to tell you when I’m in a relationship…” You feel shame rise in you, he’s right, and probably one of the only decent guys you know. But you didn’t know it was a hickey. And you were worried. You look down, then back at him, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. But I WAS worried. I didn’t even consider that it could be a hickey.” He chuckles a little, “You know what that tells me? You need a boyfriend.” You take it back. He’s not a decent guy. He’s a prick. You glare at him, “I do NOT. I’m not interested in dating. Guys are nothing but trouble." He leans back, looking offended, “I’m not trouble…” You can’t help but laugh, “YES. YOU ARE.” He grins, “But you’re not supposed to know that remember? I’m shy and antisocial.” You laugh again and head towards your house, “Oh yeah… I’ll keep that in mind…”

[bitterfairy98]

A week. You don’t see Jr or his brother for a week. You’re feeling like you’re about to lose your mind when you finally see him. Sam is walking to school, practically glowing. You run up to him, “Hey! You’re finally back! I thought I was gonna die of boredom!” He laughs and shrugs, grinning shyly. You can’t help but laugh at that, he’s so shy. It’s sweet. Then you notice a bruise on his neck. It disappears under his shirt collar. You frown, “What’s that?” He reaches up self consciously and rubs it, then, realizing what it is, covers it, “Nothing. Don’t worry about it…” You frown, “Don’t worry about it? You’re bruised… Did…” You lower your voice, “Did your mom hit you?” You know his mom is fiery, and very possibly capable of hitting her sons…. The bruise looked pretty bad, from what you saw. It was very dark. Sam shakes his head quickly, “N-no! It’s…. Nothing…. I said don’t worry about it….” You frown deeper, “I can’t just not worry about it. I’m your friend. Is someone hurting you?” He snorts. It almost seems like…. A laugh? But he composes himself quickly, “I said I’m fine. Stop worrying.” You glare, “I just said I won’t! And why are you laughing at me?!” He shrugs, “You’re just cute when you’re mad…” You groan, “You’re just like Jr! How did I ever think you were nice?! Why do I even hang out with you?! You’re such a brat!” This manages to break a grin from him. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him grin. He’s always so shy. But he seems to be in a very good mood today… Duh. He just got his brother back from Werewolf Hell…. You glare, “You have nothing to say to that? No defence? No snarky comment?” He shrugs, “I’ve never once claimed not to be a brat. Come on. We’re late for school.” You glare, “Oh really? So that matters now? You’re dodging the conversation.” He nods, “I am,” and walks past, heading for school. You hurry after him, cursing quietly under your breath. Why do your friends have to be the full of themselves, snobby, brats? Why can’t you just have NORMAL friends? You sigh. You’ve pretty much resigned yourself to your fate… There’s no escaping it, so you might as well get used to it…

[bitterfairy98]

Sam isn’t at school the next day. You figure he’s probably with the family, celebrating Jr’s return. You resist the urge to snort. You’re not even sure they would celebrate that. They aren’t exactly the nicest people…. But, you’re sure, at least Sam would want to celebrate it… You sigh. You’re really glad they get to reunite with each other and be happy and all that good stuff. But you’re also really bored… You didn’t realise how close you and Sam had gotten nor how much he entertained you, until he didn’t show up today. You sigh again and rest your chin in your hand. You will be happy for them and let them have their family time, but you’ll also be relieved when they’re back to entertain you….