⌊ the good doctor ⌉

F E A R . it strikes when you least EXPECT it and all you feel is accelerated breathing and the heart palpitations. are you AFRAID of the dark? cause i am.

[griffincd]

◸ S Y D N E Y ( ! ! )

              “hey, believe me, i’m not judging.” she gestures to the stack of books held under one arm, which were a combination her own study materials and a couple of alternatives to bryce’s textbook that she hoped would be useful in teaching him. “i was looking at the glasses. i don’t know if i’ve ever seen those before.”

         · • ° ⁎ ⟡ —- “you truly are my kindred spirit, miss sydney cassidy.” he chuckles, his b a n d a g e d hand landing on top of the stack of books he had in front of him. his eyebrow rose and a soft flush filling his cheeks, realizing no one exactly knew he wore contacts in general. “never really leave the house in them, lacrosse would be HELL relying on them. I guess you’re now the lucky few to see me in them.”

[griffincd]

◸ B R Y C E ( ! ! )

“i wasn’t even gonna say anythin’ about that.” though he was and it was as if griffin had nearly gone and read his damn mind. bryce leans back in his chair, actually finished with the worksheet he’d been given for once in his life ; it was something akin to a miracle. “i was gonna say you looked like harry porter in those glasses.”

       · • ° ⁎ ⟡ —- griffin raises a brow at bryce because he knows the other well enough to know that was the exact thought floating in his mind. the stack of books was almost an OVERKILL to how much studying he really had to do, he knew all of this stuff but it pre-occupied his time and he liked keeping busy. “i didn’t have time for contacts today.” he grumbled under his breath and pointed his bandaged hand at the other. “we DO NOT speak of this.”

[griffincd]

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         · • ° ⁎ ⟡ —- they all asked the same age old question, he never seems to know the answer but why exactly was he friends with B R Y C E . no awful thought roamed his brain as he thought about the other but all the negative thoughts he did have were for h i m s e l f , asking himself why the other male wanted to even be friends with him. they were complete opposites in some aspects, bryce was everybody’s friend, he was the go to good guy but himself he was griffin. he got along with every mean soul in sight, he got into FIGHTS the minute someone looked at him wrong and most importantly he was so obsessed with keeping up the image that he was fine. “he’s my brother — the real kind, the one who’s got your back no matter what. he’s one of the few people i’d look for when the days are rough; they say blood is thicker than water. let’s be frank i only have blood relations with ONE of my parents and none of my siblings.” he sighed as he stared at the other, “i’d do anything for him even M U R D E R your ass if he simply asked.”

[griffincd]

do you wish you had more sisters or only brothers?

send griffin an honesty ask

         · • ° ⁎ ⟡ —- “does it L O O K like i get along with the ones i already have? they never gave a CRAP anyways. ”

[griffincd]

◸ E L O D I E ( ! ! )

“you can ask him. i’m sure he’d tell you,” elodie rolled her eyes playfully. “but you and i will NEVER have a conversation about that.” it was almost odd just how well they had been getting along, but she wasn’t going to press on that issue. her eyes widened as she looked at the schedule. “that is ––– impressive. i don’t think i could ever even hold myself to something like that. how do you keep up with all that?” she knew the other was always busy but had never fully realized just how busy he was. “i try to get at least seven.”

         · • ° ⁎ ⟡ —- “it’s B R Y C E , we’ve both heard things we wouldn’t expect.” he chuckled, knowing he’s heard far too much from the tall guy and knew the blonde across of him probably heard even more. “good. knowing you, you’ll be judging my past about that subject.” he smirked as his eyes look back onto his screen, wanting her to really take in his words. “a lot of discipline. back in boarding school, we were very big on schedules and if your grades dipped lower than a b+, you were pretty much screwed. doesn’t matter if your day is absolute shit, you gotta get everything done; there was never time to be s a d or s i c k . ” surprisingly, griffin would say things were much easier back then because now adays it seemed like he had endless things to do. “that’s a good amount, i believe it’s considered a healthy amount.”

[griffincd]

◸ O P E N   S T A R T E R ( ! ! )

        · • ° ⁎ ⟡ —- griffin’s head pops up behind a tall pile of books and he didn’t even bother with his contacts today as his thick framed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose, “i know what you’re going to say and — n o. it’s not too early to start studying for finals, it’s right around the corner and-and i ’ m  f i n e.”

[aenhanse]

— Nikita Gill

[alphalewolf]

Actual 5-year-olds.

[griffincd]

ELODIE ABERNATHY.

“no, no you don’t want to hear about it. that’s weird let’s just never talk about it like ever again, deal?” she was definitely blowing this way out of proportion but she couldn’t stop herself from babbling on. that has crossed whatever imaginary line she had set in her head. “i’ve been trying to keep ahead but practices  have been keeping me busy. since basketball season has started we’ve got a performance every week. thanks ––– i uh appreciate the help.” she looked back down at her work and took a breath.

               “now i’m intrigued.” he chuckled, glancing at whatever her reaction would be. “i’m joking, elodie.” surprised at how much the other was babbling, she usually spoke to him so confidently and never really rambled on like this. he turns his computer to her as a detailed schedule pops up, “i schedule every day down to the second; from editing to practice even to when i need to eat.” he turns the technology back to himself, “i still only get about 5 hours of sleep but it’s senior year and i guess everything is riding on this.” he gives her a soft smile, “you’re welcome.”

[griffincd]

imessage -- griffin

saffron: not exactly. i was going to be mature about it. leave her a note and deal with it later.

saffron: did you have to mention the dreaded f word?

saffron: i prefer not thinking about them, and promptly freaking out when it's a day or two before a final.

saffron: idk, dark stormy clouds don't sound all that fun

griffin: saffron.

griffin: if you really want to go, just ask. i don't want your brother banging on my door at 2 am demanding to release you because we've eloped

griffin: he wouldn't do that but i would trick him and say we eloped ;)

griffin: saff, you can't just run away from your problems

griffin: it is especially when there is thunder and lightening included

[griffincd]

imessage -- griffin

saffron: ... didn't think about that, but there should be

saffron: with some skating friends

saffron: only vancouver which isn't that bad because plan a was england, but i figured that one would definitely end badly

saffron: don't be jealous because your mind doesn't make pretty rainbows and cover everything in glitter for you

griffin: not meaning to sound like a buzz kill but have you asked your mom about it?

griffin: everything should be fine if she's fine with it

griffin: but finals are also around the corner so...

griffin: my mind makes dark stormy clouds and ravenous fires, i prefer it that way

[griffincd]

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“SHUT THE FUCK UP, COLLINS.” his voice boomed in the hallway, the three sweaty teammates talking in the deserted hallway of the high school. a clang as griffin shoves one of them against the locker, the other frantically trying to hold him back from anything worse. “you talk about elodie abernathy in that way i will fucking make sure you can’t speak anymore, you even look in her direction and you won’t fucking see anymore.” his elbow in the other’s shoulder blade, pressing harshly as he hears the other whimper in pain. “like she’d even even talk or look at your sleazy self; she may be a nice girl but she’d fucking drop kick your ass before you take a step towards her. she’s got a brain unlike yourself.” he pulls away as the other falls onto the floor, “got it, collins?” he seethed, lowering to the guy on the floor before letting out a dry laugh. “it’s pathetic that you think you even had a chance, hope you like being benched for the next 3 games.”

[griffincd]

✉ , ❣ ( hugs 4 annie gorl )

✉ – A hug goodbye

[ AUGUST 15, 2014 ]: saying goodbye was always hard for griffin especially when he really didn’t want to leave. hackley liked doing a lacrosse camp just prior to school starting and most years he never bother as it wasn’t necessary to go but this year was different after all. he was going into his final year and he was already stated to be captain of the lacrosse team, elementary division of course but it was a good way for the team to get to test out his skills as a leader and train up before the season starts. they’re on a roof and it’s a place of solitude for them, as the skyline seemed to overlook the town. he leaves tomorrow morning and he hasn’t told anyone but there is this gripping fear that no one really care he was leaving after all, that maybe they were all happy that he was going to be out of the town for another 8 months. he gave her a smile as he hopped up to the ledge with her, “i’m leaving tomorrow, anne. i couldn’t exactly tell ya but i got lacrosse camp back in new york.” his voice is soft as the silence of the night seemed to encompass them and just looking at her, he doesn’t want to leave. out of everyone in this town, annie was someone he’d never want to leave and every summer she left right before him, hearing her usual goodbye but this time it was him and he’s never done it before. he hops off the ledge, his hand reaching out for her as he stood behind her and he needed to look at her because it’ll be another 8 months before he sees her again. “i wanna stay but coach thinks it’d be good, the team seeing me there.” he said as his arms  open themselves for her to fall into which he allows because she seemed to be the only one he really liked getting hugs from. there is this sadness forming in him as he continues to hold her and his eyes looking out at the skyline. he sighed, pulling away from her and brushed her messy hair out of her face. “don’t miss me too much, you’ll come back and i’ll be here. imma make the teachers of hackley lives miserable and you’ll do the exact same in san fran. plus we got skype, donovan still talks about how he thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on but it’s definitely because all the girls at school slap him before he gets the chance.” he steps away from her, “got your initials etched on my crosse for luck. i’ll miss ya, troll.”

❣ –A hug after being separated

[ JUNE 28, 2015 ]: he was finally back in halston officially, his parents had made it clear that high school would be a new start for him and hackley was getting boring in his opinion. punching the same people was getting tiring. his final year of elementary school had changed him immensely; he had gotten into more fights, became a bit darker and most importantly he flew in height. he had changed so much and the moment he heard annabella whitlock was coming back to town, he knew he had to go and say hello at their favourite spot. he was already grounded for some prank he did on holden and honor the minute he returned, locking himself in his bedroom and quietly climbs out his window, thanking the fact there was some odd fencing for the vines right by his room.  it wasn’t too late, sunset would be in about an hour he predicted and he quickly climbs onto his bike to ride off, one of his parents spot him and he could hear them yelling his name but he couldn’t give two shits about them. he hides the bike amongst a familiar tree and he knows annie far too well, he knows that she was here or would be here. his eyes scan the clearing just until he hears a crack of a twig and the hunt sets off, she’s a blur of brown hair and laughter as he chased after her, hopping over fallen trees and smoothly turning sharp corners. he has the speed against her and sprints a good amount before grabbing her around the waist in a hug. there was something about hugging her that reminded him he was home, not his family trying to include him during family dinner or even hanging out with bryce at the fire station; it was annie and their adventures in the forest. he lifts her off slightly from the ground in the hug, now towering at a good 5′7 instead of his usual height. pulling away, “HOW YA DOIN, SLUGGER?” he smiled.

[griffincd]

imessage -- open

saffron: if you had enough money to fund going away for a week, you had somewhere to stay AND you were going to support friends; you'd go wouldn't you?

saffron: there's no reason not to if everything perfectly aligns is there?

saffron: that would just be being an awful friend.

griffin: depends if enough money is enough even if there is an emergency

griffin: who and where you are staying

griffin: and how far we're talking

griffin: you're being vague, what type of plan are you concocting in your rainbow filled brain?

[jonas-brothers]

[griffincd]

ELODIE ABERNATHY.

she opened up one of the notebooks in front of her and kept her gaze on him. “bry just tries to get me to take a nap, or make out with him,” her face dropped once she realized she had made that last comment out loud. “oh god you don’t want to hear about that i’m sorry.” she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down to her notebook. “i’ve got a couple questions to answer for gov before i try and tackle that chem packet. –– what about you?” she was more than happy to change the subject.

               he chuckled, “it’s fine, elodie. at least you guys do that in private, myself and saff on the other hand are very known for our public displays of affection.” that wasn’t because they were that type of couple but no one really knew that their schedules never coincided with one another even going over to her place seemed to be something he needed to plan in advance. “i usually stay a couple weeks ahead so i don’t get overloaded with school or videos. i’m writing a paper for poli sci –– i already finished the chem packet so if you need any help, i don’t mind helping.”

[griffincd]

Ұ (mateo)

Ұ - for my muse to comfort yours after witnessing an emotional meltdown

griffin was bad at physical comfort but he could tell from the other’s words that he had a lot more going on than he let on and he could relate to that. “feel any better?” he asked with a raised brow. he knows he can give the other advice on how to deal but he wasn’t exactly the best person to do that considering he himself was still dealing with his own problems, his own fears. “are you okay?” he asked the other, a question he seemingly seemed to ask everyone but was it also something he wished people would ask him.  his face remains emotionless as he stared at the other; maybe this was their common ground other than annie that they were both more damaged than they both let on. griffin looked at mateo as his friend and his meltdown made him feel bad but lately his own thought had overcome him that numbing a lot of his feelings was the only thing he could do. he sits down, “i’m listening if you want to talk.”

characters mentioned: @mateozzy