fantastic vibes

I think I need to get laid.

So go get laid. It's never been hard for you to find a girl to fuck.

He felt his hands and he felt his jaw clench. “I pray to god you find a better excuse then that to tell Noelle because she is going to need a way better one.” It took him another minute for him to calm down, when he finally turn his back to the tree and saw Harry, a good look at Harry. He was scary looking. “You look like shit man.” He said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Noe and I will be fine. We're always fine." Harry dropped his hand, allowing Petey to turn around and face him. He smiled, punching Petey in the shoulder, "Take a look at yourself, fucker." Harry ran a hand through his hair, "I missed you, Petey boy. You should come with me next time."

lorenapce

“Why don’t you stop bumping into me at every chance you get, Harry?” Lo huffed as she crossed her arms . “You look like crap.” Her sunglasses fell from her head down to her nose causing her to laugh. “You wanna get something to eat before Noelle kills you?”

Harry blinked a few times, surprised to see Lo. After a second, he nodded, "Yeah, food sounds good." He lifted a hand, using his pointer finger to slide the sunglasses up to her eyes, "Have you talked to Noe? Does she really wanna kill me?" This was the longest he'd ever been gone, after all, so he wouldn't really put it past her.

#c:lo

Noelle puffed out her bottom lip as she felt Harry relax in her grip. It was a nice feeling to have him slack against her, too tired to fight her, but to just be by her. Her little games never seemed to end, and Noelle just had to be steps ahead of everyone else. Of course, in her mind this made sense —- she had to keep everyone invested in her somehow. As her had was taken, Noelle glanced down at it, returning her gaze to Harry’s face once more, passing over his eyes. Normally, his eyes were clear, somewhere stuck between a blue and green, but when she looked at them, they were barely open. Sighing, she squeezed his hand back, and started in the direction of the music room, glad he followed her. “Have you eaten anything?” she asked, finally voicing her concern. Harry looked terrible. His skin was sunken, and he looked frail. As mad as Noelle was, she wanted to make sure he was at least okay. “When was the last time you showered, baby boy?” she sighed, scratching at her head. “Answer honestly, let me take care of you.” she softly said, eyeing the ground. It was different to have her care for him, but Noelle was worried at the moment for Harry, who now looked like the ghost of his former self.

Harry looked up, responding to the pressure of Noelle's hand. Her concern assured him that they'd go back to normal as per usual. Of course, it was weird that Noelle was taking care of him when it was normally the other way around. But Harry wasn't going to push her away. He'd missed her far too much to do that. As if on cue, Harry's stomach responded loudly to Noelle's comment, surprising even Harry. Biting into his bottom lip, Harry shrugged, "I ate a few days go... I think. I dunno." He ran his free hand through his hair, "Showered? I guess..." Harry began counting backwards through his past two weeks, "Five days ago, maybe?" He pushed his foot into the dirt, suddenly hyper aware of how shitty he must have looked in that moment.

Her own face scrunched up in a sort of disbelief, as though she still couldn’t get over the fact that on her first day, she had been stuck in the bathroom. Her eyes were shut and her brows were furrowed, as she shook her head, letting out a breathy, short spurt of a laugh. She brought a thin hand up to scratch the back of her head, now squinting at the boy in front of her as she recounted, “I went to the bathroom during class, and low and behold I had to choose the stall that didn’t have any toilet paper. Solitude in a public restroom had never been so bad before that moment.” She finished the story, “you learn a lot about yourself when your dignity is slipping through the cracks of the stall door, waiting for someone to show up to — you know.” Rae’s grin faltered a bit, “I ended up getting detention for that. This school has fucked up judgement. It’s not like — sorry,” she stopped herself, “sorry, I talk a lot.” Taking his hand for a quick shake, she nodded once again, mentally noting his name. “Same to you, Harry. You sure you’re okay? My massive muscle mass didn’t cause any damage?” Her words ended with an obvious joking manner.

Harry quite agreed with Rae, when she said she talked a lot. She just kept talking. But Harry found himself not caring all that much. In fact, he had sort of enjoyed her story. Nodding in return, Harry smiled, "Yeah. I'm fine. Your massive muscle mass didn't hurt me all that much." He ran a hand through his hair, noting that he should hurry to his room because he needed a shower. Licking his lips, Harry curiously tilted his head, "So you're new...where did you come move from?"

#c:rae

Noelle shuffled closer to him, accepting his touch. She stayed still from that point, looking up at him, an exhausted expression crossing over her features. Harry was Noelle’s weakness, and as he pressed his face into her shoulder, she instantly wrapped her arms around his thin frame. It was comforting to have him close, and she was terrified if she let go, she would lost him. “Take me with you next time, Harry.” she stated, instead of asking. “If you have to go and leave, take me with you. I don’t care if I miss class, I want to be with you, baby boy. I hate missing you. You missed a lot.” she paused, biting her lip, “Someone slapped me across the face. That’s what shame feels like, the sting.” her lip quivered as she pulled away from him, releasing herself from his grip. While Noelle wanted nothing more than to spend time in Harry’s arm, she had the mindset he had to be almost punished for his absence. “I don’t accept your apology, you’ll just do it again. Show me your sorry instead of saying it. I have to go to the music room for something,” she lied, avoiding his eyes. “You can come, or do whatever it is you’ve been doing, you seem to be fine on your own.” she spoke harshly, swallowing a sob that threatened to break free from her lips.

Harry's shoulders sagged, relishing in the relief he felt when she let him touch her. Her arms around his waist made him feel loads better. He exhaled slowly, his breath melting into the skin of Noelle's shoulder. He closed his eyes, nodding, even though he knew it was for nothing. He might take Noelle sometimes, but he knew that he would leave her again. But he would lie to her so she would love him. His arms hung limp at his side and he briefly considered lifting them to touch her. Before he could make a choice, Noelle was pulling away. Way too soon if you were asking him. His face fell into another frown as he tried to process what he was told. She'd been slapped? Who'd slapped her? He opened his mouth to question further but then she started talking and Harry decided that he would wait for things to be calm with them before he asked her anything else. He reached for her hand, "I want to stay with you." He squeezed, trying to smile at her, "We'll go wherever you want."

The girl wasn’t defensive by nature; she’d always been one to roll with the punches. Her quick tongue never really made an appearance unless she were cracking a wit filled remark towards a teacher, or on occasions when she felt as though she were being attacked. For the most part, however, Raegan Bennett was not one for arguments. So when she’d seen his face scrunch up in an agitated manner, Rae defenselessly brought her hands up, gesturing that she meant no harm. “I was just making sure,” she ensured after he’d brought up the fact that he could’ve called himself. “Because on my first day here, I was trapped in the bathroom for twenty minutes, and I would have appreciated someone asking if they needed me to have them call someone. I did have my phone, and now that I think about it, I’m not sure why I didn’t call anyone for help..,” she trailed off, furrowing her brow and thinking back to last week. Shaking her head, she brought her green eyes back up to meet the stranger’s. “That’s not the point though. I was just.. making sure,” she shrugged. It wasn’t until he’d cleared his throat, that she dropped her hands, leaving them at her sides. Pursing her lips, she nodded half a fraction, to his question. “I got here last week. I’m Raegan. Rae, works, too,” she answered, rocking back and forth on her heels a bit.

#i love rae omg #also your writing is bomb a'f #c:rae

Harry was quick to simmer down once he realized the girl in front of him didn't plan to argue back. Though he was dead tired and desperate for a line, he found himself listening to her ridiculous story. The corners of his lips turned upwards into a small smile and to his surprise, he found himself chuckling. He brought his hands together in front of his body, wringing his fingers together, "How'd you manage to get trapped in the bathroom?" Harry licked his lips, offering the girl - Rae - a hand, "It's nice to meet you, then. I'm Harry."

Rae nodded half a nod, eyes still slightly wide, as though truly taking in the stranger’s current state. Where the hell did my parents send me? She thought, taking a step back. “Tired, right..,” her tone was a sort of placid benevolence, dropping her gaze from his features to their surroundings. It was rather late, so she could see where the tired part of his reply had kicked in. However, considering his red-rimmed eyes, she wasn’t so sure that it was pure exhaustion. “Uh, are you, uh.. — do you need me to call someone or something?”

Harry didn't like the way she looked at him. He felt like shit, but he wasn't fucking helpless. Irritation clouded his features and he crossed his arms, "No, I don't need you to call anyone." He pushed his foot into the dirt, making eye contact with the girl once more. "I'm fine, just sleepy. I've had a long day." He uncrossed his arms and patted his pocket where his phone rested, "Besides..if I wanted to call someone, I could do it myself." He went quiet again. After a moment or two, he cleared his throat, speaking again, though this time he was much more kind, "I, uh, haven't seen you around PCA before. You new?"

#c:rae

"Don’t baby girl me, Harry. You always sorry, but you don’t mean it. If you did, you wouldn’t continue this." Noelle stared at his hand, resisting the urge to take it in her own. A small part of her wanted to launch herself in his arms, and undo all the damage she did to him. She was very much aware of how difficult she was, as well as how tiring. She wanted to apologize, and promise not to hurt him again, so long as he promised never to leave her side. However, Noelle’s pride was an issue. She stood frozen, kicking at the dirt beneath her feet. "I can’t do this Harry." she softly said, exchanging her accusatory tone for a softer one, knowing he’d react in a way she wanted him to.

Harry bit into his bottom lip, anxious to touch her. He hadn't seen her in two whole weeks. When he was coked out it didn't matter so much. The cocaine was an easy replacement. But now that he was mostly sober, his entire being ached for her. He watched her feet move out of the corner of his eye, momentarily distracted. His attention snapped back up to her immediately as she spoke her next sentence. His eyes widened and panic bubbled in his stomach. He didn't have the security blanket of cocaine to protect him from Noelle's manipulations. He was at her mercy. He moved fast, stepping into her personal space to grab her arms. His movement was rough and staggered, but his touch was gentle. His fingers curled and he shook his head, words falling from his lips like water over a mountain, "No, baby, no." He leaned into her, desperate to touch her whether she wanted him to or not. He pressed his nose into her shoulder, speaking into her shoulder, "I'm so sorry, baby girl."

Noelle gaped as he put a hand on her, her mouth slipping into a frown. She licked her lips, shaking her head at Harry. Taking a moment, she looked at him. He wasn’t the Harry she knew, nor the Harry she loved. His eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with dark circles. His face looked sunken, and his skin was pale and taught. It hurt her to see him in such a state. “Do I know you?” she quickly retorted, “You look an awful lot like my boyfriend.” she started her rant, freeing her arm from his grip. “But, I haven’t seen him in weeks, you see he enjoys running off and never telling me where he is. Sometimes, I don’t even think we’re dating anymore.” Noelle crossed her arms securely in front of her chest, shaking her head in disapproval. “If you see him, let him know his girlfriend is very mad at him — no, more than that. She’s disappointed.” she finally took a deep breath, her face red and warm with the slight anger she felt.

Harry's anxious face went slack before dipping into a frown. He loosened his grasp on her arm, which led to her immediately jerking it away. "Noe, I-" He was cut off by the angry sound of her voice. He listened in silence, his frown deepening with every word. When she finished speaking, he gingerly reached towards her, the tips of his fingers mere millimeters from her arm, "Baby girl -" His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry. I...I lost track of time. I didn't mean to be gone for so long, I swear."

Rae had just finished burying a small box on the edge of campus, furthest from the shore. It was step one of her latest idea on causing some sort of ruckus on campus. In the box was a set of feeding mice, and her plan was to bury a box on each corner of campus throughout the week. Having read up on weasel sightings in a nearby area, she knew it was a long shot, but it was worth a shot. PCA had been fairly quiet since she’d first arrived, and she was going to waste no time in falling back into her old trouble-making ways. Now, she was walking back to her dorm, having gone unnoticed. Unnoticed, that is, until her small body collided with a broader one. Letting out a muffled, “Shit,” she stood back a bit, before widening her eyes. The boy in front of her looked rough, and she was beginning to think the entire school was hooked on drugs. “Jesus — Are you okay, dude?”

#c:rae #hiiii!#im hannah! i'm one of the admins and i play declan and harry!#nice to meet you!

Harry was quick to steady himself, backing away from the girl he'd bumped in to. Rubbing his eyes, he took a second look at who he had collided with. He didn't recognize her. That didn't mean much to him. He didn't recognize a lot of people on campus, preferring to stick to his small clique of friends. He stared for a second, before looking away. Clearing his throat, Harry nodded, gazing over her shoulder at a squirrel scurrying up a tree, "Erm. Yeah. I'm fine." He scratched the back of his neck, adjusting his weight to the other leg, "I'm just tired, that's all. Sorry for bumping into you."

"You do realize, Noelle fucking can barely see straight, Lo is high and I’m fighting for us. Do you even fucking miss me? Why are you back? To get high? Here take my bag. I’m so fucking done with this place, I could just drop out." He threw the bag and stalked off, he made it to the woods and punched the tree. All he saw was red. He knew Harry was behind him, he should of kept his big mouth shut. "She was a fucking wreck man. She had no one." The guilt that consumed Petey was going to kill him.

Harry fumbled with the bag. The comedown of weeks and weeks of coke had slowed his reflexes considerably. Steadying his hands, Harry shoved the bag in his pocket, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Harry watched Petey stalk off towards the patch of trees on the west wend of the campus. He sighed, shaking his head as he followed his oldest friend to their smoke spot. He was quiet, when Petey hit the tree, pausing for a moment before putting a hand on Petey's shoulder. He squeezed, standing still behind his friend. "I know, man. I just -- I fucking lost track of time. I didn't mean to be gone so long."

Noelle was sat against a tree outside, leafing through some sheet music sat on her lap, and trying to figure out her musical theory homework. Frustrated, she heaved out a heavy sigh. It was too hard for her to concentrate on her work. Guilt filled her, as well as a new sense of anger she had towards Harry. She heard nothing from him for too long, and she was very upset. Noelle was not a heavy smoker, but she broke down and brought herself, finding cigarettes as an outlet to calm her nerves down. Digging her nails into her palm, she held her head down low as she searched for a lighter in her bag. In the process of searching, she ran into another body, this person coming with fast words. Whipping her head up, she scowled, ready to say something equally as rude back. She was caught off guard as she saw a disheveled Harry. She tried to string together any words, but found herself not able to speak. Without another word, Noelle turned around, not wanting to show any sign of weakness in front of Harry. She was in physical pain, her stomach painfully dropping. She headed in the other direction, curling her hands into fists.

Harry had not expected to run into Noelle. Of all people he could run into, he had considered Noe to be one of them. He wasn't sure why he thought that. After all, she did go to the same school as him. But it just wasn't something that crossed his mind. When he realized it was her, he staggered forward, "Noe! -- Wait." He lurched towards her, wrapping his fingers around her wrist, yanking her back. He knew she would be upset at him, and he knew that he would have to work hard to earn her forgiveness. He was ready for the challenge. He swallowed hard, stepping around her and twisting so he was staring at her, "Please. Please talk to me."

When he ran into Harry, he didn’t realize at first. “Fuck you man.” HE had stumbled back, he looked about. Petey was still high as a kite but was angry from the fight he had just had with Sadie, all the emotions of Harry being gone hit him. He saw that it was Harry and pushed him. “Fuck you, how fucking dare you leave.” His eyes were wide and black. “You left just like everyone else.” He was so upset his best friend wasn’t there so he pushed him again now on the verge of tears. “I fucking hate you.” He screamed the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Harry fell back in surprise. He would have fallen over if it weren't for the bench conveniently positioned behind him. He grabbed the back of it with his hand, righting himself. His demeanor instantly soured and he lunged forward, shoving Petey away from him. "What the fuck is your problem, man?" Harry stepped back, brushing his hands off on the front of his jeans, "Where the hell do you get off lecturing me about leaving? You were gone for a whole fucking month, asswipe." Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, "Shit, bro, I don't want to fucking fight. I missed you."