–– *&; the mess that is my life

GARRET BRIAR seventeen i can just hear them now, "how could you let us down?" but they don't know what i found or see it from this way a r o u n d. feeling it overtake all that i used to HATE, one by one every trait, i tried but it's way too late. all the signs i don't read, two sides of me can't AGREE, will i be in (( too deep? ))

[violetnmontgomery]

Lorelei was pretty sure that no one in her family was expecting company that night. They had just finished up dinner and her mother had promised that she’d be around for the night instead of heading off to job #2, so they were actually managing some family time when Lorelei heard a knock on the door. Always one to be accommodating, she was the first one to get up and reach the door, a confused expression falling across her face as she saw what was clearly a mistaken pizza delivery about to take place. “Um,” she began before the boy could say anything. “I don’t think any of us ordered any pizza.”

[garretbriar-blog]

“Oh...shit, uh...” he looked from the girl, who he recognized from school, to the pizza, and back to the girl. “Sorry dude. Want it anyway? I don’t have another address written down or anything.”

[tristakingstonarchived-blog]

Fortunately for Trista, she’d had a whole sixteen years to get used to her brothers’ getting baked and circle jerking their friends across the hall.  By now she’d perfected her methods and so, when her door opened, she didn’t stir. 

The room itself was all light pinks and whites, a vanity complete with a handheld light studded mirror resting atop it. It was all so Trista Kingston it hurt, right down to the size six heels lined in a neat row. The girl in question slept surrounded by pillows, a stuffed toy tucked under one arm and her hair loose across the pillow.

[garretbriar-blog]

This is so fucking creepy. Get out, get out now.

But Garret stood, frozen, taking in the serene beauty of the sleeping Trista Kingston. Everything about her made his stomach drop, his heart race, and his bloodshot eyes widen - he wanted to absorb every part of this moment. He wanted to be able to look back it it like a picture that wold never fade. Quietly, he crouched down to her level, listening to her calm breathing. 

[oliveroshea-deactivated20200101]

Yes, he would much rather have been charged for restraining ( not really !! ) than have any kind of blood, as a result of misfortune, on his hands.  Ollie was almost sure that driving under any kind of influence was actually illegal. And just plain stupid, law or not. “Yeah, uh – yeah come in,” he said, opening the door wider for Garret as he tried to hold onto the pizza box. It would be nice to have dinner with someone else for once. In a really long time, at least. “I didn’t know you worked at the pizza place,” he commented, shutting the door behind Garret. “Make yourself at home. – But wait, don’t touch anything that doesn’t look like it belongs to me.”

[garretbriar-blog]

“Sweet place man,” he said, casually entering the home, eyes checking out the place. “Yea, it’s a pretty chill job. My manager is a meth head so, ya know, that’s nice. Yo!” he exclaimed, “your kitchen is clean. Like,” he put his finger on the marble counter-top, “hella clean. Your fam is pretty well off, yea? That’s dank.”

[minajvng]

Jessie had barely heard the knock on the door, the music she’d been playing too loud for any noise to filter through to her bedroom. It wasn’t until a few seconds later she realised what she’d heard and she bounced down the stairs and opened the door. Garret, high as a kite, stood on the other side holding a pizza, and Jessie wondered if she should comment. “How much is it?” she asked instead, ignoring his bloodshot eyes and pulled out her wallet.

[garretbriar-blog]

“Hey J! Uh, it’s like, 10 bucks,” he chuckled. “You gonna eat this whole thing?”

[tristakingstonarchived-blog]

If Trista could tell he was staring as her ass (and she totally could because it was like, a sixth sense) she didn’t say anything. Instead, she pointed to the room two doors down, as if anyone else would be blasting violent video games at 10pm. “Remember. Tell him you dropped the pizza, okay? You’re a star.”

[garretbriar-blog]

“Yea, yea, totally,” he said, lingering in Jasper’s doorway to look at her just a little longer. 

Five hours later and Garret was baked out of his mind, full of pizza that Jasper had to reorder for the two of them, with eyes red and swollen. He was coming out of the bathroom when he noticed Trista’s room door was cracked open. Don’t do it, Garret. Despite his inner-sober-self warning him against it, he lightly pushed the door to her room open, and stepped inside. It smells so good. She looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.

[derek-patterson-blog1]

Derek wasn’t expecting anyone when he heard a knock at the door, even more confused when he saw Garret on the other side. He slowly opened the front door with a confused look on his face, though his mouth watered when he smelled the food. “Uh…I didn’t order any pizza, man. I think you have the wrong house.”

[garretbriar-blog]

Garret scratched his head and squinted down at the ticket with the house number. It was smeared with ash from two minutes earlier when he cleaned out his pipe, which made him laugh. “It’s totally chill man, do you want it anyway? It smells fucking good and I gotta deliver it to somebody soo..”

[pforpeyton-blog]

it took awhile to realize that her mother wasn’t going to answer the door, which meant she had to. peyton bounded down the stairs, not bothering to give another thought about her mother, and pulled open the big white door to reveal– a pizza? she couldn’t remember the last time her mother’d touched gluten, let alone such a fattening display of it, and she sure hadn’t dared to order something like this– at least not tonight. she eyed the box, then the boy, and let out a chuckle. “are you trying to use my bathroom or something?”

[garretbriar-blog]

“Umm....nahh man,” Garret mustered a nervous smile, “so you didn’t order this?”

[garretbriar-blog]

text ✉ bro

garret: YOU WUD NOT BELIEVE WERE I AM RN

garret: *where

garret: GUESS

[tristakingstonarchived-blog]

“I mean, sure, I guess…” She didn’t know why he would want to, but whatever. Trista could never understand why anyone associated with Jasper – if she had any choice in the matter, she’d break off all contact now. Trista closed the front door behind the pizza guy once he’d come in (minus pizza). “He’s upstairs…” she reached over to pick up the bottle of vitamin water she’d come down for and started up the steps, treating him to a prime view of Kingston ass. 

[garretbriar-blog]

Garret practically choked at the sight of her tiny pink booty shorts that covered very little cheek, but managed, somehow, to stumble his way up the stairs behind her. “Super chill,” he murmured under his breath. 

[tristakingstonarchived-blog]

“Oh my god.” She hadn’t thought he’d actually do it, but the simple action lit up Trista’s face like Hanukkah. Jasper was going to be so pissed. “If he asks, you’ve gotta say it was you.” Even now, she knew Jasper would have no problem chasing her down and beating her ass for it. Despite what all the freshman sporting their hickeys proudly thought, bruises did not look cute – especially with the cheer uniform colours. “I can count on you, right?”  She tilted her head. “Aw, that’s so nice of you. Being his friend is basically charity work.” 

[garretbriar-blog]

Garret nodded like a kid being promised candy if they did something good. All he wanted was to please her, to be noticed by her - this was a big moment for him. “Yea, yea, of course.” Suddenly he felt a buzz in his left pocket, and looked down to see a text from Jasper. “Fuck, I’m actually here to see your brother....” rubbing the back of his neck, he did his best to make nervous eye contact with the girl; he was way too high for all of this. “Um, could I come in?”

[oliveroshea-deactivated20200101]

Oliver parted with a twenty dollar bill, one in mint condition, as he handed it over to Garret. “Thanks, man. Keep the change..” He couldn’t not tip someone from school, could he? If he drove all the way into Spanish Springs and walked out without a tip– what sort of reputation would Oliver set himself up for, then? “… How many fingers am I holding up?” He held out three fingers, wanting to make sure he didn’t set someone out to get into a car-crash, especially when Oliver sensed the buzz in Garret’s air.

[garretbriar-blog]

Garret’s eyes widened, “Dude that a big tip!” Being high, this was extra exciting, and he pocketed the cash before looking up at Oliver’s fingers. “I’m high, not drunk man, but thanks for thinking of me. Everyone knows you can drive while high,” he laughed, before turning to leave. His stumble down the driveway proved he may need to let the THC in his system fade before driving, and ever since that night he didn’t want to be too careful. “On the other hand..” he exclaimed, turning back to Oliver, “would you mind if I came in to chill for, like, a sec?”

[tristakingstonarchived-blog]

Trista only opened the door because she was the closest to it. Whoever it was, it wouldn’t be for her – inviting friends over is like, super embarrassing when all your parents do is argue. Not that anyone else but their kids had the honour of listening. The Kingston reputation was sacrosanct, and Trista’s pink booty shorts probably didn’t fit with the program. She opened the door, leaning against the frame and wrinkling her nose at the stench of pepperoni. Instead of calling up for Jasper (who had no doubt ordered it), she pointed at the delivery guy. “Did my brother pay for that already? If he did can you like, drop it face down on the drive?” 

[garretbriar-blog]

“Um...” and just like that, an actual goddess was standing before him. Trista Kingston. It was blatantly obvious to everyone he had been pining for her attention for years, and suddenly here he was, face to face with the love of his life. “Um yea, sure, I’ll do that for you. Anything for you.” He did as he was told and then turned back to the woman of his dreams. “So, um,” he ran a hand through his blond hair, “how are you? I’m Garret, you know, from school... Jasper’s friend..”

[oliveroshea-deactivated20200101]

He opened the door to notice a very familiar face waiting at his threshold. “Oh… Hi, Garret.” Not just that, but stoner Garret actually looked stoned right now… Good news, his parents weren’t home. Bad news– there wasn’t any, yet. He waited for a couple of seconds for his classmate to hand over the pizza, but it seemed like he needed a little nudge. “Large Pepperoni pizza, thick crust with extra cheese?”

[garretbriar-blog]

“Uhh,” the sudden appearance of Oliver startled him, but he managed nod and smile. “Yea, um, sounds right. Here,” he handed him the pizza. “That’s.... 14.07 please.”

[garretbriar-blog]

Garret stood outside the house door, two hot pepperoni pizzas in his hands, eyes just a tad glassy and red. He knocked on the door in the familiar way pizza delivery boys do, and bit the inside of his cheeks. This may or may not be the house he was assigned to deliver to, but in his fairly obvious ‘under the influence’ state, he wasn’t sure if he was that bothered by it.