Skinny jeans are my deepest regret

How Erik? How?! We’ve been on this stupid island for weeks now and no-one has done anything. Not you… not anybody.

#tag: c #tag: anika #he's not going to slap her oh my god #i'll admit erik's patience only goes so far but omg still

I'll figure something out, just pull it the fuck together, Anika.

Not going to let anything happen to me? This isn’t some fuckwit holding us hostage here, Erik! We’re stuck on a desert island in the middle of fucking nowhere and no-one has a clue where we are. Not even dad’s money can buy us out of this one. We’re all going to die here Erik. You, me, Danielle, Chase… we’re all going to die here.

#tag: c #tag: anika #oh dear anika do not fight him on this #he is so unsure oh no he just wants to be like dad and fix it and maybe if he just #maybe if he repeats it enough maybe if he keeps telling her she won't die here #maybe it will be true???????#maybe that's a thing that could happen?????

We'll just.. do it without his money, then. We'll.. I'll fix it. You're not going to die. Not here.

Ease up? Ease up?! Are you shitting me? Out of all you miserable bastards I’m the only one who’s tried to find some fucking positive to being stuck here. I have one fucking moment where I confess to my own brother that I’m scared of actually dying here and I get told to ease up?! Go fuck yourself, Erik!

#tag: c #tag: anika #poor princess oh no

Hey, hey– calm down. It's alright to be scared and it's alright to be angry, but I'm on your side here, Anika. You're not going to die here. Do you get that? We're in a shitty situation but I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You're not dying here.

Don’t treat me like an idiot, Erik. It’s rather insulting but whatever…

#tag: c #tag: anika #'everything's going to be fine'#fuck off erik #dirty liar tbh

I'm not–I'm not treating you like an idiot, Anika.

All I'm saying is just ease up a bit, yeah? You're over-thinking it. Everything's going to be fine.

never too late to say sorry *

Of the two of them, Chase had always been the follower. He would have followed Erik to the ends of the earth, no questions asked. So when the argument shattered their friendship, Chase had been a little lost. He wandered around the island, trying to figure out what to do with himself. It had all been in vain, since he knew what it was he had to do and was just putting if off. He always had a habit of putting things off until it was too late. It had been at least a week or two and still Chase hadn’t spoken to Erik. It felt strange and foreign to sit and not joke around with the big-haired guy he grew up with. Anika had convinced him to put things right.

So there he was, standing there looking at Erik, waiting. What the hell was he supposed to do? Erik’s hands went to his jean pockets and Chase’s gaze went to his shoes. Why were these two so terrible at this? Oh right, because it never happened. Erik was the one who spoke first and his words brought the other’s eyes up to stare, brows raised a little. It was true, of the two of them, Erik had the black eye, which was fading a little now. Chase’s eye twitched a little and he winced as he thought back to when he’d punched Erik.

Meeting the other guy’s gaze was hard, but Chase did it all the same. He had to. This was his only chance. What was his brother always telling him? Just fucking do it, Wilcox. He opened his mouth to reply and then abruptly closed it again. What sort of response did he even have for that? None, that was the answer. He did not have any response to something so blunt and agonizing.

He looked around for a moment, running a hand through his hair, which was getting a little unmanageable these days. Then he moved without thinking. He closed the distance between the two of them and threw his arms around his longest, bestest friend in the world and just basically bear hugged him, squeezing enough not to make it too awkward.

#tag: chase*#tag: mother teresa #hahaha #it's been two weeks but hahahah erik can still remember exactly what was said ahahaha i hate boys #hahahahahahahhahahaha #hahah #shoot me

Chase's hold was familiar and foreign all at once. It felt natural but at the same time Erik was conscious that it had been months since they had last held each other so intimately. With the two of them it had always been smaller gestures. They communicated through lighter touches; a steadying hand, a teasing shoulder bump, elbows locking at the table. Erik expressed his fondness through mundane touches and reserved smiles, and for the most part, that was something Chase seemed to understand. So, this was something new. It was something new whilst simultaneously being something achingly familiar. It felt like holding his best friend the day after his mum left. It felt like falling into Chase's arms the night his father found Erik in bed with another boy. It felt like desperation and needing, but most of all, it felt like home.

It felt safe.

Erik practically melted into the embrace, his whole body seeming to deflate and soften like butter. Heaving a heavy sigh, Erik's hands left the shelter of denim and settled into the fabric of Chase's shirt instead, effectively pulling the boy closer. Unwilling to budge, Erik tightened his hold on his friend's waist and simply allowed himself the chance breathe. Being on the island was suffocating and Erik had found himself hunched over and gasping for breath more times than he'd like to admit. Fortunately, neither Anika or Danielle had bared witness to one of these moments, but Erik wasn't naïve enough to believe that no one had. He was sure that at some point one of the other survivors must have seen him stumbling into the woods and regardless of how discrete he was with these attacks, their camp was only so big. After all, he'd certainly intruded on some private moments of vulnerability himself.

And, ah, there it was. Privacy.

Resentfully, Erik pulled away from his friend's hold and lowered his gaze. He didn't like this. He didn't enjoy having his best friend stood right there and not being able to do anything about it. Although he knew it was ridiculous and beyond unlikely, Erik could feel eyes burning into the back of his head. Still stood in close proximity to the other boy, Erik's hands lingered dangerously close to the belt loops of his friends shorts and for a moment he debated whether or not it would be worth it to just pull the boy back in and fuck what anyone else thought. Deciding against it, Erik lifted his gaze and offered Chase a smile which was intended to be smug but came out more tired than anything.

“I take it you got sick of the peace and quiet, then?” he asked quietly, nudging the other boy wearily. Although delivered with a sense of humour, Erik's tone was unusually quiet and significantly lacked the Rosenhan arrogance he had inherited over the years. His question came out soft and unsure and intended for Chase's hearing alone. It was rare for Erik to be so openly vulnerable with anyone and slowly, the strained smile dropped from his face only to be replaced with worry lines. Against his better judgement, Erik's fingers did eventually settle to rest in the belt loops they had been teasing earlier and, as if testing the waters, he nodded towards the ground before mumbling, “Sorry I didn't have my priorities sorted, mate.”

#tag: music #[heavy chanting]#cherik cherik cherik

friend is a four letter word* - a cherik breakup mixtape

friend is a four letter word cake // friends like you bowling for soup // thanks for nothing the downtown fiction // go to hell go radio // which to bury, us or the hatchet relient k // breakdown breaking benjamin // i’m lost without you blink 182 // we are broken paramore // failure by design brand new // one week bare naked ladies

never too late to say sorry *

How long had it been? Chase closed his eyes and thought back. A week? Two? Who knew. All he really knew was that he’d done something incredibly stupid and now he had to deal with the consequences. Honestly, he didn’t really like them, either. The incredible silence that had seeped into his life afterwards was unbearable. Sure, he’d been able to share a few intimate moments with Anika, but it still wasn’t right. When Chase opened his eyes again, he stared out across the water and sighed. He had to fix it. He told Anika he would, so he had to.

Slowly, he got to his feet, brushing off what sand he could. Damn stuff got everywhere and brushing it off didn’t do him much good. Wiping his hands on his shorts, he glanced around, searching all the faces for one certain face. Honestly, he was dreading what was to come, but he also didn’t care anymore. He had to at least say sorry and that he was stupid. He didn’t want to die knowing he’d been an ass to his best friend.

Finally, he spotted the familiar face of Erik. Without hesitating, Chase walked. Or so he thought until he realized that he was just staring stupidly at the guy he’d known forever. Inhaling, he shook his head, slapped himself a few times, then briskly walked, this time for real.

He wasn’t sure what he’d say when he approached Erik, though. What was there to say besides he was sorry? Chase imagined a million scenarios in the distance between himself and his best friend. Many of them ended in Chase being brutally beaten up, but he wasn’t sure that would be so bad. Silence would be worse. Silence would kill him.

#tag: chase*#tag: mother teresa #you look not purple #omfg erik you're an idiot #trying to play it cool but i spy those bags under your eyes~~~~#you haven't been sleeping since your best friend picked up his nest and left and everyone knows it

Erik Rosenhan had never been good with time. Time was too consistent, too unchanging – too unforgiving. You cannot reason with time and that had always been a serious problem for the the middle child of the Rosenhan family. Time had no interest in excuses or bribery, which unfortunately for Erik, was all he ever had to offer. It seemed that on the island time was especially cruel; it moved slow and unbearable whilst also being impossible to track. Time was everywhere yet Erik could never make any sense of it. Like sand, there was always too much but never enough to stop it from slipping past the cracks in his fingers.

Erik had always had a bad habit of letting the important things slip past him.

The most recent causality of Erik's inability to grab onto the things that matter had actually been his best friend Chase. Without him time seemed to pass by even slower, which was as much as a surprise to Erik as it was a displeasure. Despite being in such close proximity to one another, the two hadn't spoken in what must have been weeks. It was difficult for Erik to remember the exact number of days it had been since Chase had stopped speaking to him, but for what he lacked in memory, he made up for in feeling. The words “if it wasn’t for you” were a constant noose around the boy's neck and it had simply become a matter of waiting for time to kick the stepladder.

Hearing the confession out loud had been devastating but it was not unexpected. Erik had been fully aware of the role he played in signing his friend's death certificate from the first day on the island, so it was both confusing and intimidating when he spotted the boy headed straight towards him. Very little intimidated Erik but the idea of Chase finally coming to see how much better off he would have been without Erik certainly did the job. Erik was used to dealing in disappoint and failure but not quite to this scale; he had never really disappointed his best friend before or fucked things up so tremendously.

As the boy edged closer, Erik wished the sand beneath his body would just swallow him whole; engulf him and be done with it. Nervous hands found there way into the shelter of pockets in skinny jeans (a testament to both Erik's stubbornness and stupidity) and the older boy acknowledged his former better half with a nod. The formality was one which felt wasted on Chase; the gesture was alien and stiff and there was far too much history between the two of them for it to ever feel sincere. “Chase,” he said without skipping a beat, careful to use the most impartial tone he could to master. “You look.. not purple.”

Erik… why don’t you believe me?

#tag: c #tag: anika #erik's not here for those calories let me tell you

Uh, I said "yeah, alright", Anika. I'm agreeing with you. Relax.

And you, Erik. He’ll be looking for you too. Dad will get us all off this island so we can go and eat cheeseburgers and I can own your ass at every video game known to man.

#tag: c #tag: anika #he doesn't ////believe/// her oh no #oh no i don't know if erik has any intention of making it off this island alive #I DON'T LIKE IT #he doesn't even like cheeseburgers i'm upset

Yeah, alright. Sounds like a plan. Whatever you want.

Erik… I want to go home now…

#tag: c #tag: anika #oh ouch

Yeah.. I know you do, princess. It's just going to be a little while longer, yeah? Dad's already got a swarm of helicopters and search parties out looking for you and Danielle – it's only a matter of time. They'll find you, Anika.

So things are... suspiciously quiet.That's nice. Glad to see we're all still optimistic and bursting with joy.

#strandedopen #remember when chase wanted peace and quiet #remember #that #hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaha i'm not upset #((((i am))))

Sooo...

I know…