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[text] callie → zach
zach: a new family?
zach: oh, so...
zach: chances are that you leave?
zach: I'm so happy for you but
zach: I will miss you a lot, I have to be honest
callie: even if they want me, i still have to go to plath
callie: so you won't lose me
callie: but i'd miss you too
callie: a lot
[text] callie → zach
zach: hey, all good! ☠☠
zach: wrong emoji
zach: 😊😊*
zach: of course I'm not, Callie
zach: I'm sorry for being pushy
zach: someone told me u left
zach: are u okay?
callie:
callie: it's okay you shouldn't be sorry
callie: it was my bad
callie: yeah i'm okay i just had to go meet a new maybe foster family
[text] callie → terence
terence: I'm just a huge cliche, and you'll have to deal with that. And just wait until you meet my horse Dusthooves.
terence: both of us just riding towards the sunset. Too cliche to handle.
terence: I'm in as long as we don't name plants as our parents or greatparents.
callie: Dusthooves? You're kidding right pls tell me you're kidding oh my god
callie: are we riding into the sunset on Dusthooves bc that's an important piece of information
callie: don't worry we can name them super cute plant pun names
[text] callie → terence
terence: 100% sure
terence: Believe me. Takes A LOT to get rid of me.
terence: Besides, wouldn't dare to even think about losing my gardening partner. It would all get too boring.
terence: Lucky? Nah... I just water them and stuff.
terence: you're the actual sun there☀️
callie: i hope i don't ever find out how much
callie: i'm not sure what i'd do without you and your aversion to beds and love of cowboy boots and hats that i totally thought only existed in movies 😋😋
callie: just water them? water is just as important as sun
callie: how about we're both great plant parents together??
[text] callie → terence
terence: hey
terence: it's alright
terence: I'll trust whatever you tell me, okay?
terence: I won't push you.
terence: I'll be around when you wanna talk about it
terence: Until then leave the 'gross'and 'awful' for the garden weeds, alright?
terence: you're amazing 😎 😎
callie: are you sure?
callie: you're really great and i don't want to lose you over anything
callie: 💕💕💕
callie: you're so great
callie: the flowers are really lucky to have you
marcos.
Marcos wished he could introduce himself with his real name, but he knew that was not a possibility. He was surprised and pleased when he heard Spanish being spoken back to him. He’d assumed that most of the people here were not going to understand what he was saying. “Si, si.” He said quickly, then watched as Callie blushed. That was adorable. “Friends? Hmm. Okay.” He said disbelievingly, side-eyeing her. “Is ‘help in the garden’ some American term I don’t understand?” He said slyly.
“Awesome. Not a lot of people around here speak it. It’s nice to hear it.” She wished sometimes she had more connection to her culture and her history, but her parents had kept her isolated for reasons that she still didn’t understand and maybe never would. “No!” Callie frowned a little, obviously flustered. “We both like plants! That’s all!”
[text] callie → terence
terence: trust is a...
terence: difficult word for me yknow?
terence: everybody at Plath got a shady past
terence: I ain't different.
callie: i understand
callie: you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to
callie: but i don't ever want you to think i'm hiding something from you
callie: i don't like lying
callie: it makes me feel gross and awful and i don't want to be like that
[text] callie → terence
terence: I can feel you with that.
terence: [ typing ]
terence: [ more typing ]
terence: ...I think you didn't
terence: but I try not to ask much about people here
terence: I know some don't like being asked what's up
callie: friends can be a pretty good replacement for family so at least we have that
callie: that's probably a good idea with some of the people here
callie: but i don't want you to feel like you can't trust me
[text] callie → terence
terence: woah, that sounds
terence: [ typing ]
terence: amazing!
terence: if they decide to adopt or foster you... will you leave Plath?
callie: yeah it'd be pretty nice to have a real family again
callie: maybe during the summers but i still have to attend during the school year because it's part of my sentencing
callie: which i realize i don't think i've...ever mentioned to you
marcos.
Marcos raised an eyebrow as the peaceful silence he was enjoying was interrupted by his benchmate, who just couldn’t seem to stop talking. The words flew through his head and he sort of wished he has paid more attention in his English classes, but not really. He got the gist of what she was saying, at least. “Ah, Callie, you say? Hola, my name is…Marcos.” God, that name was never going to sound right on his tongue. “It sounds like you’re, ah, screwing? the gardener?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Marcos. Hablo Espanol?” Growing up, Callie had spoken both English and Spanish at home and while her Spanish had gotten a little rusty over the years since she was put into the foster system, she wouldn’t mind speaking it again. At the comment about screwing the gardener, her eyes widened and a soft blush spread across her cheeks. “No, no, no,” she stammered out quickly. “We’re just friends. And I, um, I help him in the garden. That’s it, I promise.”
[text] callie → terence
terence: will do!
terence: which reminds me... why did you even leave in first place?
callie: there's a family that might want to adopt me or at least foster me for a while
callie: i went to visit them to see if it would be a good fit
callie: sorry i didn't tell you before i left i was a little rushed
[text] callie → terence
terence: All good, but they seem kinda sad since you left.
terence: not yet. Probably they're waiting for you to come back.
callie: give them all my love!!
callie: when i get back we'll have to give them extra love
“Are you, um, new here?” Callie mumbled as she looked over at the boy sitting on the bench across from here. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. But, uh, that might be my fault. I don’t really get out unless I’m going to the garden or the greenhouse. Have you seen the greenhouse? It’s really pretty. And the gardener is...ah, he’s really nice. Oh, I’m Callie, by the way. What’s your name? If I haven’t...totally weirded you out by now.”
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[text] callie → terence
callie: how are the flowers doing?
callie: have the violets bloomed yet?
[text] callie → lester
callie: holy shit!!
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callie: this place has girl scout coffee creamers
callie: probably expired but who cares
callie: not me i'm stealing this whole thing
[text] callie → zach
callie: hey zach
callie: sorry i got so
[typing...]
callie: weird when we talked last
callie: you're not upset with me right?
zach.
Mayday, Mayday! We’re losing her! He frowns. She’s a terrible liar and even for someone else, that would be quite obvious. Yet, either the Stockholm Syndrome or the F E A R are too big to escape from it. “…Has he hurt you, Callie?”, he suddenly resolves to ask, “Has he made you feel bad in any way?” He looks are her with a cautious look as she speaks. The manipulation game Nick got her into is a strong one. He has to be BETTER than that. “Don’t say that. You are not bad or awful. You’ve been nothing but wonderful. Besides… I am not the best either”, he confesses. “Callie…”, he calls quietly reaching for her hand, “come with me tonight. Let me show you something and if you want me to stop after that, then I’ll pull back FOREVER. Just this last one chance, let me make you forget about the world”.
Quickly, she shakes her head, brows furrowing and breathing speeding up as the familiar feeling of panic and anxiety begins tightening around her chest. “No, he’s never...he’s never hurt me.” It’s not a lie, not in all technicality. He’s never directly hurt her physically, but if she got hurt while being dragged along on his ‘adventures’, he was hardly concerned. It’s abuse by proxy, if nothing else, but she can’t admit it. “It’s...complicated, Zach. He’s complicated.” Complicated. The answer people give when they can’t answer, a description that means nothing. “I told you. It’ll fade. You just think I’m w-wonderful because you’re so good but I’m not. I’m...worthless at best.” She wants to scare him away before he gets hurt, before her mess hurts him. “I don’t want him to hurt you,” Callie admits quietly as he takes her hand, voice shaking.