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tayhassan:

“And you couldn’t have called? Or texted? Why now, after all these months of radio silence?”

Brooklyn willed away tears, running a hand through his hair. “I wanted to see you, okay? I wanted to apologize for all this shit in person.”

#c: taylor

tayhassan:

“Brooklyn!” she yelled, grabbing her jeans off the floor and jumping into them as she ran after him. He was almost to the elevators when she finally caught up to him, grabbing his arm and making him turn to face her. “What the heck?”

Brooklyn had almost made it to the elevators when Taylor grabbed his arm and yanked him back; he’d almost forgotten how strong she was. He reluctantly faced her, tears stinging in his eyes. “I just wanted to apologize.”

#c: taylor

tayhassan:

As a knock sounded at her dorm room door, Taylor pressed a quick kiss to Chase’s cheek and climbed out of her bed, grabbing his discarded shirt and pulling it over her head to cover up. She pulled open the door and her eyes widened in surprise, her smile fading a little as her lips parted in shock. “Brooklyn..”

Brooklyn didn’t know how Sydney convinced him to visit Taylor at school, yet somehow there he was standing in front of her door. It took him a solid five minutes to raise his shaking hand and knock, every horrible outcome for the situation running through his head as he waited. When the door opened, he smiled, though it faded quickly as his eyes fell over her and looked past her into the room, landing on the figure of a boy. “I--sorry. Wrong room,” he blurted out, turning on his heel and running his hand through his hair before walking quickly down the hall.

#c: taylor

jonahsreeves:

“Let me make you some food first,” he said, following Brooklyn’s lead. “You look like you haven’t eaten in weeks.”

“I haven’t really been hungry,” he mumbled, getting out of the car and nudging the door shut. “Everything makes me feel like crap.”

#c: jonah

jonahsreeves:

Jonah ran a hand through his hair, looking for words to say that weren’t just expletives that wouldn’t help anyone. “Shit, B. I didn’t realize things had gotten so out of hand.” Knowing his brother was in no condition to drive, he opened the passenger side door again. “Wanna take a walk instead? Or we can go back inside and I can make us some greasy diner-like food.”

“I kind of just want to sleep for a couple years,” he mumbled, unbuckling his seatbelt.

#c: jonah

jonahsreeves:

Jonah felt his heart break for his little brother. “Shit,” he said, giving Brooklyn’s shoulder a squeeze. “That is bad.” He swallowed hard, gently prompting Brooklyn further. “What happened?”

“Feels like forever ago,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “We were just messing around and we wound up kissing back in December, and then I kissed this other girl Indiana on New Years, which made it worse. Her brother beat the shit out of me but we made up and it was...kind of normal, I guess. But then I missed her meet that I promised I would go to and lied about why I did and she was already upset because she hurt herself so close to the Olympics. I’ve been acting different around her and we both know it, but I don’t know how I can even begin fixing our friendship when my life is such a fucking disaster.”

#c: jonah

jeremydoherty:

“Apparently those thing are bad for you in more ways than one,” Jeremy joked.

Brooklyn shook his head slowly, a half-hearted smile on his lips. “You’re telling me.”

#c: jeremy

jonahsreeves:

Jonah pressed his lips together, his brow furrowing as he reached out and placed a hand on Brooklyn’s shoulder. “What’s going on, B?”

“I fucked up. I mean, what else is new, right?” he said with a weak laugh, shaking his head as it fell back against his arms on the wheel. “I lost Tay.”

#c: jonah

jeremydoherty:

For the first time, Jeremy realized they were still seated in their homeroom. “Shit.” He slid out of the desk and pulled his bag over his shoulder. “Miss Boneta is gonna kill me if I’m late again. Let’s go.”

Brooklyn followed him out, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders. “Two more lates for you and you’ll be joining me in detention. Can you believe Mr. Stevens gave me two hours just for seeing the pack of cigarettes in my pocket? Like, what the fuck? It’s not like I was smoking in his class.”

#c: jeremy

jonahsreeves:

Jonah pulled the pack out of Brooklyn’s hands and held it away from him. “What’s with the self-destructive attitude, B?”

“Well, my world is crumbling. I might as well go with it,” he muttered, leaning his arms onto the steering wheel before his head fell against them.

#c: jonah

jeremydoherty:

“I’m offended that you didn’t know that would be my first thought.”

“Asshole.” Brooklyn laughed, shaking his head as he got up out of his seat and nodding towards the classroom door. “We’re gonna be late for next period, you know.”

#c: jeremy

jonahsreeves:

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m giving this back to you. You have taken health, right? Even seen those commercials that use cat videos to dissuade younger audiences from doing just this?”

Brooklyn heaved a sigh, trying to discreetly pull another out of the pack in his pocket as he looked over at Jonah. “It’s fine. It’s my life that I’m ruining, not yours, okay?”

#c: jonah

jeremydoherty:

“Aw, man, and I was gonna live tweet the whole thing.”

“I’m offended that you even had the thought of broadcasting my pain to the world.”

#c: jeremy

jonahsreeves:

Jonah climbed into the passenger side, eyebrows furrowing when he saw the cigarette perched between his brother’s lips. “Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked as he pulled the cigarette out of Brooklyn’s mouth, his tone reprimanding.

Brooklyn frowned as Jonah took the cigarette away from him, reaching over to try and grab it back. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked, leaning back into his seat with a huff and settling for holding out his hand expectantly.

#c: jonah

jonahsreeves:

“Seeing as my car is still in California, I guess you’re driving. If you injure me in any way, though, my coach will literally kill you,” he teased.

“You can drive my car if you really don’t trust me,” he said with a laugh, heading around to the driver’s side anyway and slipping inside. While he waited for Jonah to get situated, Brooklyn pulled out a cigarette, resting it between his lips as he fished his lighter out of his pocket.

#c: jonah

jeremydoherty:

“Definitely ‘old man’. We can get them together, though; I’ll even let you hold my hand if it hurts too much.”

“You can’t tell anyone if I cry, deal?”

#c: jeremy

jonahsreeves:

Jonah reached up and mussed up Brooklyn’s hair before taking off up the stairs. He returned a minute later, shoving his wallet into his back pocket. “Ready?”

“I was born ready,” he said with a grin, pulling the door open and slipping outside. “You want me to drive? I’ve gotten better since I almost took us into a tree, I swear.”

#c: jonah

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