swell melody,

don't let anyone keep you from doing what makes your heart skip a beat ;

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Ryder: lameeeeee where even are you?

Ryder: ew don't be rude munchkin

Brin: i had to talk to my dad for a bit maybe

Brin: fight me im a lion

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Miles: it was a CROW. And crows are actually pretty smart

Lip: can we just take a moment to appreciate the size of the bird's brain compared to yours.

Lip: idgaf if it's the smartest seagull ever.

Lip: its a b i r d

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Eisley: what isn't that where you like...make-out to pass the smoke??

Eisley: ..I don't think my mouth can handle that either

Atlas: well i mean that's the more... okay that's that way but

Atlas: i mean some people just literally blow the smoke into the other's mouth.

Atlas: or nose, which sounds silly, but i did it when i had mouth surgery so.

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Brady: yeah that's it. I can't afford to miss work and school over getting stabbed..

aiden: oh damn see the thing is i only do these kinds of things for my friends

aiden: you gotta admit we're bff fff fff forever.

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Brady: I'm just trying to preserve my life, that's all.

Aiden: yeah? that's it?

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Eisley: are you holding out on me?

Eisley: share your secret hippy wisdom

Atlas: have you ever shotgunned?

Atlas: it's really not so much wisdom as much as it is... experienced.

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Miles: your words they wound me so

Lip: who got robbed by a pigeon.

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Ryder: a good party??? Bc there is such a thing as a bot good one

Ryder: bite me Bambi, fallout is fucking fabulous and so is whiskey

Brin: i honestly have zero idea honestly???

Brin: no you're lame as f like honestly delete :/

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Brady: sorry I know it's really late but you're usually up...

Brady: do you think you might be able to give me a ride home in an hour? My ride bailed and I'm slightly paranoid about walking alone.

Aiden: well hello to you too eh?

Aiden: yeah, i can scoop you i mean yeah.

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Eisley: you know what the worst part about having stitches hold your cheeks together is?

Eisley: you can't smoke weed

Atlas: this is not true

Atlas: you're just not being inventive enough....

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Miles: I just got robbed by a crow what the hell

Lip: and in the distance you can hear....

Lip: ( wimpy wimpy wimpy )

[elastiichart-blog]

( ! new sms message ;.

Ryder: please tell me you have something fun happening

Ryder: I'm minutes away from getting drunk by myself and playing fallout all night

Brin: i mean there have been rumors abt a party???

Brin: you're so lame honestly i am buying you the batman game tho.

[eclipsenari]

shai hadn’t really had any visitors since she got to the hospital - and she was okay with that. she didn’t remember any of them, at all, and just seeing their disappointment over twitter was enough to make her feel awful. she wanted to remember, but she just couldn’t. and the blonde had been unable to string her thoughts together out loud, all of her words coming out slow and like she was just learning the language. and the girl was completely fucked up, a chunk of her blonde locks having been pulled out of her hair, and scars starting from the top of her neck down her torso. she’d stared at them all day, just thinking how disgusting she must look to everyone else - how no one was ever going to see her as beautiful ever again. and when she hears that one familiar voice - the boy she remembers, the boy she loves - she panics. he’s going to take one look at her and turn right around, disgusted with how she looks. “a—aid….aiden,” she stumbles over his name. “s–stop. do…don’t…. lo–ok at… me,” and her words are slow, barely able to understand. the difficulty speaking has frustrated tears pricking at her brown eyes, a lump forming in her throat.

[elastiichart-blog]

once his hues settled on her he was a bit taken back. she looked like a wreck and that made his heart collapse into the pit of his stomach. he’s quick in his movements, his hips shifting so he could cautiously sit beside her. “hey-.. hey shh...” he cooed, reaching out to her and allowing his fingertips to just barely brush along her features. “shh, it’s okay shai -- don’t talk just... relax.” he pressed, furrowing his brow as he now searched for her hands, cautiously taking one between both of his hands. he’s shy at first, refusing to lock his hues on her’s. rather examining the condition she was. there were so many monitors and so much bandaging... it was terrifying. terrifying to know that perhaps he was the reason why she was this way. sure, he didn’t inflict the pain on her but by not being there with her -- being there when he knew he should have been -- she was attacked. he should have been there, he shouldn’t have second doubted how much she genuinely did mean to him. but things were just so... different now. she immediately pushed those thoughts from his mind, though, and lifted his gaze to lock on her’s. “i was so scared when i found out, shai.”

[cultclassiics-blog-blog-blog]

it’s been three days and sleep has not come easy by eisley. every time he moves he feels the sting of the stitched wound on his chest, and every time he tries to speak he feels it even worse in his cheeks. truth be told he doesn’t entirely remember how he ended up in the hospital, but he does remember what landed him there. that’s probably another reason he can’t sleep. it seems that every time he closes his eyes, the flood of endorphin and adrenaline and fear find him again and he’s right back where he was before – face down unable to move on the ground while two people taunt and tease him before carving into his flesh mercilessly. that’s probably one of the worst things about the entire ordeal, the way that the two have worked their way into his mind and destroyed him from the inside out. he hasn’t allowed anyone to even see him yet, aside from his parents and occasionally atlas or aiden. even then, however, his visits are usually cut short by eisley’s inability to speak without wanting to die. by now he’s figured that people will stop bothering trying to see him. after all the police report has been filed – though it’s lacking in major details. he’d told the officers he couldn’t remember their faces, if it had been two men or two women or one of each. it was cowardly, he knew that, and finding shai in here so soon afterwards had killed him. his mind is on a constant loop, even as he sits here in the bed staring out the window. that is, of course, until he hears the door creek and spots a head of curly hair moving gently into his room. it’s odd now, how atlas seems almost afraid of him when he’d been so eager and friendly before. his voice trembles when he speaks at eisley now, and a part of him knows that it probably has to do with the disgusting scars marring his face on either side. he winces just thinking about it and hopes the boy doesn’t notice. “oh…” he croaks out, being sure to keep his jaw from moving too much and reopening his wounds. “um, thanks man. that’s really cool of you.” he says, eyeing the cup. his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip as he gazes at it for a moment and then back to atlas. “would you…I mean, can I see it?”

[elastiichart-blog]

the night he found him -- it still flashed through his thoughts. he doesn’t think there has been a second where it didn’t. the image of eisley laying in the dirt, bleeding -- oh god the blood. it was everywhere. the sight haunted his dreams and now as he stood there he had refrained from looking at him. and if he were to, his hues were glued on eisley’s, refusing to look elsewhere. it seemed to be one extreme or another, there was no loitering between. clearing his throat he sort of shifted his weight eyes locked on the small cup in his hand. he had still been stuck there between the door, unsure if he should really... come in. “it’s really not a problem i mean, chiara really wanted you to have it, but she is spooked by the hospital and stuff and i know that you said you didn’t want visitors -- which, i get. i do, and i just thought that maybe you were sleeping.” most of his words were faint murmurs as he lifted his gaze to lock on eisley’s. he nodded his head slowly as he pulled his lesser lip between his teeth, trying his best to keep from talking much more now sauntering into the room, shutting the door behind him.  “uhm, it is ... it’s nice, i’m not entirely sure what you do with it. like, i’ve been trying to figure it out for a few hours now. kind of fiddling with it -- and i’m sorry i should have given it to your mom i should have but i just kind of wanted to give it to you myself sort of i guess i don’t know--” fuck, he’s doing it again. his words flowing from his lips so freely and rapidly, he doesn’t realize he’s made it to the boy’s bed and there he still stood, holding the cup with both hands as if it were something precious. “uh- oh.. here, right.” he mumbled, holding it out toward eisley quickly and awkwardly. this has never really been him. rather, he was a more outgoing and free thinking type. but the guilt that weighed in his stomach was overwhelming. 

[elastiichart-blog]

&. ycungvolcanoes ;

aiden had been at the hospital since he found out about eisley, and his mind was so clouded with various thoughts looking at his phone was almost irrational in his mind. but in one brief moment he had shifted his gaze to catch a message from one of his peers, apparently shai was there as well. his heart began to pulse much harder than it had in days ; fear running through his veins despite his somewhat collected stature. shakily, he inquired for shai bryant’s room and a nurse lead him with ease. he didn’t have a clue as to what he would see when he opened that door so it genuinely took him a minute before pressing against it, and sliding the hard object open. “shai?”

[elastiichart-blog]

&. cultclassiics ;

atlas had been sat in the hospital for three days straight now. eisley didn’t want visitors, and that was something atlas had understood. he had seen the pain, he had seen the scars. he even saw the individuals who did this to him but he couldn’t speak a word of that to anyone, or else he’d be in the same spot as eisley. that was selfish, god damn it was selfish. to withdraw from telling the police information to save his own soul. others were now getting hurt as well, but he couldn’t do it. he was a frail and weak soul. so to have eisley’s mother come and speak to him -- talking so highly of him, claiming how special he was... it tore him apart inside. he was a weak, weak individual and he was doing nothing. he couldn’t help but feel guilty for not only eisley’s attack, but now shai’s as well. and him sitting in that hospital was doing absolutely no good. eisley’s mother and father had gone to get something to eat, leaving the hawaiian boy’s room unoccupied. so atlas had genuinely thought he was asleep. taking a few moments to just -- think about what he was doing. he was about to enter eisley’s room without approval, -- but he had to give him the small gift chiara had given him. closing his eyes, he took a deep & hard breath and turned the knob slowly shifting his weight and taking a cautious little step into the room. he held the sand cup in his hand and shyly scanned the room, slightly jumping the moment they settled on eisley. “s-sorry i just, h-..ave this for you.”

[ecstasyformyears]