probably insane

@chasingwalcott: let's go to the beach, beach walcott | 17 | senior | GN

[coolerthanwalcott]

@chasingwalcott: Someone go see Jurassic World with me please please PLEASE

[scoutdiaz-deactivated20150701]

“Yeah, sure, why not–like that Ned’s episode.”

[coolerthanwalcott]

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’ll roll with it.”

[coolerthanwalcott]

@chasingwalcott: These are my last few weeks driving my sophomore brother to school 😢

@chasingbrother: Time flies

[scoutdiaz-deactivated20150701]

They rush to cover up their sketches, averting the gaze and the certain impending topic. They weren’t sure if the person caught a glance and they didn’t care all that much, but they couldn’t be too careful.  “Uh… this is for me only.”

[scoutdiaz-deactivated20150701]

[coolerthanwalcott]

“I didn’t see them, don’t freak. It’s not like those were nude drawings of the art teacher... or were they?”

[coolerthanwalcott]

@alfiethealpha: @chasingwalcott you've been spending too much time with all your girls

@alfiethealpha: @chasingwalcott it must be easy to lose track of time 😂😂

@chasingwalcott: @alfiethealpha DUDE THAT WAS LEGIT. I was with Lura she can vouch

[coolerthanwalcott]

@chasingwalcott: IT JUST HIT ME WE'RE GRADUATING

@chasingwalcott: dang this year flew by

[coolerthanwalcott]

gossip 002

Since prom, Walcott has completely buried his head in his books, focusing mainly on graduation, senior events, and upcoming finals. Every once and a while, you can catch him staring at Beth’s house longingly through his window. He has been the epitome of a GN lately. 

[coolerthanwalcott]

the inglorious teen dream | beth and walcott

[b-harwood]

Beth rubbed her eyes when she heard movement at the window, smudging her made-up eyes. That didn’t bother her. Nothing did at this point. Her mind was one thing and that was getting up there somehow. Barely able to make him out anyway, her eyes drifted around looking from some way to get up there but at a loss if the screen would come off if she got up there anyway. She’d done it before but it was an added risk that she was not only boozed up to the heaven but also in very different apparel to her usual tight-fitting, minimal outfits. “You gonna come down and let me in or do I have to shimmy up the pipe, Chady boy?” She laughed, tone a whisper but volume loud enough to reach him.

It felt weird to go out of her way to see him. Having avoided him without much reason except her own confusion for such a long time. “I’ll do it, you know I will.” She teased, meandering slowly over to the drain pipe and swung on it. Her half fallen out hair whipping around in the night air, a perfect essence of carefree in her absentminded folly. “Well?”

[coolerthanwalcott]

For a few moments, Walcott just stared longingly outside of his window, down to where Beth was standing, all done up with her hair and makeup. He didn’t speak to her much at prom, and he didn’t recall seeing her at the afterparty. They had been on such odd terms lately; this event seemed so out of place. He wanted to absorb every moment of it so he knew he wasn’t just dreaming. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” he practically blurted out loud, more vocal than he should have been. He wouldn’t be surprised if his parents gave him a hard time for this later. Knowing Mrs. Walcott, she was probably awake, laughing at her son’s attempt at a social rendezvous. 

Walcott stumbled down the stairs, head still pulsing from his time heaving over the toilet. He was tired, really tired, but seeing Beth was more important than another hour or so of sleep. He wholeheartedly missed her; this opportunity probably wouldn’t happen again between this night and the day he left for Europe. Ripping open the front door, he stood there, arms outstretched, clad in nothing but boxer briefs. “Come in, come in,” he greeted with an attempt at a hug. 

[coolerthanwalcott]

@chasingwalcott: Europe is coming up so quickly 😱😱😱

@chasingwalcott: So excited dude

[dylan-wolf-brien]

[coolerthanwalcott]

@chasingwalcott: Weird to think this is our last month of high school ever 😳

[coolerthanwalcott]

the inglorious teen dream | beth and walcott

[b-harwood]

Drinking by yourself in the comfort of your own room isn’t a crime, although it isn’t exactly the smartest thing to do. But Beth had grown tired of the party and decided to say her farewells very early on in the night. It was unheard of for her but the night had been a long one and the thought of the prom being the last real school dance she would spend with her senior friends had really got to her plus, risking being there if the cops showed up in a dress as long as hers was just asking for trouble - something Beth could do without with her first real gymnastics competition in a couple of weeks.

Her mind didn’t even register how much she’d had until she rose from her bed to switch the record playing on the dresser by her window. Dizzy-minded, she struggled to get it out of the sleeve. She swayed there, barefoot and smudgy-eyed, for a moment before she saw the figure struggle through the door across the street. He was hard to make out by the dim streetlights but the walk was recognisable to her no matter how staggered it was. It comforted her. With their achingly silent friendship as of late, she could still smile at the way his body never really had complete control of itself.

Parents tucked away at the other end of the house, B thought no harm in a little reminiscence. Really, Bethanie thought of not much at all before she was already dashing across the street and holding her gown up in her fists. The Walcotts yard always smelled of salt on a good day, when you could miss the times that the subtle hint of fishiness lingered around. She’d caught a great time and her stomach thanked her for that while she shimmied herself over the side gate and gathered some small stones in her unusually cold hands. Careful not to throw too hard, she tossed them one by one at the boys window - smiling hard at the memories of doing this before.

[coolerthanwalcott]

In the comfort of his own bed, Walcott laid silently, trying not to think too much. Drowning in comforters and pillows, the teenage boy felt the world around him collide and he couldn’t help but feel the urge to puke. Practically rolling out of his bed, he swayed side to side as he entered the jack-and-jill bathroom that connected his room with Ross’. Hopefully the sound of vomiting wouldn’t keep Ross awake all night. For a few minutes, Walcott remained perched over the toilet seat, his world spinning at a rate he couldn’t keep up with. When people reminisce about their high school partying days, they don’t mention the crippling sickness that results from two shots too many. He knew he shouldn’t have done those shots of tequila with Alfie. It just didn’t seem like a good idea. And now, the evidence laid in the toilet bowl beneath Walcott’s mouth.

He wanted to sleep there, head perched on his white throne. And he almost did, his nausea wavering into exhaustion as his eyes shut tightly. But the sound of pitter-patter on his window stirred him from his pseudo-sleep. Flushing the toilet, he stammered upwards towards the sound, as if it were beckoning him. He couldn’t process the sound completely, curiosity drove him to peer through the transparent frame. 

Beth. He saw her, standing there, and no words could come to his mouth. Lifting the window frame, Walcott locked it so he could stare at her through the screen. Without it, he would have probably rolled over face first, nosediving into the concrete. “H-hey,” he stated as he hiccuped. From this distance, she couldn’t smell the puke on his breath. He liked it that way. 

[coolerthanwalcott]

the inglorious teen dream | beth and walcott

Walcott knew he had too much to drink; he wouldn’t make it another five minutes at the party without puking all over the place. But then again, high school is all about making appearances, is it not? As he felt the liquor surge through his throat, he bailed through the front door, hoping to make it far enough from the party so that people wouldn’t know he had made a complete fool of himself. He generally did so well at holding his booze; external pressures eventually got to him as he downed shot after shot after prom. He made it four doors down before ultimately regurgitating in a bush. Time after time. He cringed drunkenly as he continued to walk towards his neighborhood.

He and Olivia only lived a few minutes away from each other, by car, that is. It would take at least fifteen minutes to walk home, if not more. Attempting to stay on the sidewalk, the booze in his veins kept him from proper thinking. Everything blurred; it felt atrocious. Walcott’s head pounded as he leaned over to puke in another planter. Just another five minutes of walking stood before him.

The moment he pushed open the front door, he struggled to close it behind him. Yet again, he made a beeline to the bathroom. The ingloriousness of the teen dream. Barely hobbling upstairs, Walcott cleansed his mouth with mouthwash before passing out onto his bed, stripped of all clothes beside his underwear, too drunk to function. 

[actuallyungraceful]

What is a vape?

[coolerthanwalcott]

That’s a joke, right?

[dontcallmejosie-deactivated2015]

Yeah, it’s kind of pointless considering you could hide anything on you. From what I’m hearing a lot of shit got brought in.

[coolerthanwalcott]

Well the assistant principal wouldn’t shut up about how they were patting people down, so I freaked.

[olivia--reed]

“Your vape? What are we, twelve? I practically got my whole stash past security.” Olivia slides up the side of her dress to reveal a perfectly tanned thigh with a black strap around it holding a small flask. “This always comes in handy.”

[coolerthanwalcott]

“Fuck Liv, you just have a ton of things up your dress, don’t you?”

[aspynsworld]

Pot.  I’ll be sure to clarify right away next time. 

[coolerthanwalcott]

Cool, cool, cool. We should bail to the bathroom later.