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a man shooting a nerf gun at his light switch from the bed, missing every shot, and going to sleep with the lights on
elliotcameron:
indigo has experienced many bizarre déjà-vu’s in her life, whether it be the sensation of the knot in her stomach when she stands on the edge of a cliff in greece and prepares to dive into the water below her; the tickle in her spine when she’s greeted with a familiar mixture of scents, just as she walks into the krussy kitchen for a late night shift; or the way the exact words from a past conversation will spring back into her mind when she catches up with someone she bumps into on the street. that being said, her current déjà-vu is probably her most uncomfortable to date. the confident, easy-going façade she projected through her four years in stone high — or stoned high, to many — has made it virtually impossible for most of those who’ve known her, or known of her, in high school to realise that she actually detested her experience. as she, jagger and elliot take their first step into one of the hallways, her mind first flashes back to junior year indigo. the indigo who kissed a girl and liked it enough to start dating her; the indigo whose thoughts were consistently plagued with the expectations of her family, despite pretending that everything she did was for her, and her only; the indigo whose dreams extended all the way to europe, and a culinary career with some of the world’s most brilliant chefs and culinary minds. as she brushes off the memories, senior year indigo also suddenly makes an appearance. this time, it’s the indigo who began her school year by missing out on an entire week of class, too busy in a hotel room in some european country with a certain harald krause; the indigo who divided her time between sporting a blasé expression, and sporting a volleyball captain uniform; but also the indigo who held a bizarre fascination for a certain jagger hart, who unknowingly saved her from a dangerous cycle of looking for affection and intimacy in all the wrong places, and infused her with a sense of happiness which got her all the way across their graduation stage, diploma in hand. she takes a deep breath, the scent of pencil shavings, adolescent sweat and cheap floor cleaner filling her nostrils, “ i’m with elliot on this one, being here really isn’t my idea of a fun night. i’ll forever be thankful to stoned high for helping me find both of you — directly or indirectly — but these halls and that wall colour are both already giving me a migraine. ”
while elliot definitely appreciates jagger’s optimistic enthusiasm, his opinion on spending the evening at their old high school resonated a little bit better with indi. the two of them had been entirely in-sync lately, spending most of their evenings together, avoiding the real world underneath indigo’s bedsheets, alcohol and marijuana clouding their disappointing realities. “well, thank you, shitty high school,” elliot says sardonically, tapping his fist gently against one of the metal lockers. “for bringing these two together. but also fuck you, because i’m sure there’s no way the two of you made it out of here without being royally fucked up because of it.” a hum slips out of the boys lips as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, turning to his two best friends, searching for something to keep his mind occupied as it was currently focusing on the cigarette he’d started craving the second the florescent lights had hit his eyes. “well, i say we try to avoid the rest of these stone harbor assholes for as long as possible. anything you two want to do while we kill time?”
jagger couldn’t really say that the others’ annoyance with the idea of being back at high school was misguided. he had his fair share of discrepancies with the learning institution but perhaps his mind, in hindsight, sees it as the place that changed his life for the better. it’s not smart to lay all your happiness down on one person but that’s what indi had always been for him. and he’d suffer an eternity in high school if it meant he got to love indigo the way he does now. but time has obviously passed and he had since then replaced his meathead jock friends with much better company. when elliot poses his question, jagger can only offer a slight shrug. “we can head to the caf? i’m betting the food is just as shitty as it was back when we actually went here, but i’m dying over here.” he feigns a frown as eyes begin to wander around the halls. on second thought, being back here was a tad eerie, wasn’t it?
elliotcameron:
{ day one: 7:20 pm feat. @jaggvr && @savasge }
flask in his jacket pocket and joints hiding away in his pack of cigarettes, elliot was prepared for the night he was about to spend at his best friends old alma mater. he’d never liked high school campuses, mostly because his own miserable experience had been one he would rather not relive. “i really can’t believe i let you two talk me into coming to this thing.” he slips his hand into his jacket pocket, feeling around for the flask to remind himself that he had his crutch if he needed it. “high schools give me the creeps. i’d hoped i’d never have to step foot in another, but here i am.”
to see elliot in jagger’s old stomping ground was odd to say the least. though the two males were friends for quite a chunk of their lifetimes, they attended different high schools. jagger’s experience in high school probably wasn’t something the other would expect, but he can’t help but wish that elliot had been in stone harbor for those detrimental years. perhaps he’d care a lot less about his image should his best friend be by his side. shrugging off the thought, an arm is swinging around indigo’s shoulders, as well as a pat against elliot’s back. “this is supposed to be fun, man! we’ll have a good time, i promise you. s’always fun getting out and helping the community, or whatever.” he shoots a glance to the blonde on his arm, a smirk forming to his features. despite feeling like an outcast during his high school career, his relationship with indigo was one thing good to come of it all. “if it weren’t for this hell hole, miss. savas and i wouldn’t have met. and i know you two are besties now, so in a way you should be thanking me.” brows raise as he teases the other male.
sorcns:
there’s a familiarity to the school, the gym in particular. the walls echo the name etched onto the back of a jersey, displayed on the wall in honor of a life taken mere weeks before graduation. 29 NILSEN. a number painted proudly across his cheek time and again in his adolescent days. his hand reaches towards the rack of basketballs, assorted along the backwall of the gym. he dribbles it the ball lightly, allowing it to peak beside his waist. his pace is slow, the sound of the basketball against the laminate floor echoing through the gym. “remember the good ol’ days,” he says, approaching a familiar face in the dimly lit room. “we used to play football with our brothers, toss the ball back and forth for hours.” a grin teases his features as he bounces the ball in the direction of the other. “it’s not quite football, but wanna give another game a shot?” // @jaggvr
looking back at high school, aside from his stellar grades, the sports he played and meeting the love of his life, jagger truly didn’t miss it. everything in between those things were blurry now, but back then he recalled wishing high school would fly by. he didn’t fit the jock stereotype that everyone wanted him to and the last thing he wanted to do was keep up some kind of façade that he did. despite the distaste he felt for high school as a whole, he couldn’t help but feel some kind of gravitational pull towards the gymnasium. it’s the place where he and his teammates would practice day in and day out, and the place he and indigo would steal glances at one another while the volleyball team was practicing. he didnt’ care for high school but he wouldn’t change his experience for the world. when the other begins to dribble the ball and is later tossing it toward him, quick reflexes are continuing the dribble. feet move quick against the hardwood floor, causing a familiar squeak to fill the empty space. “dude, you know i’m always up for an opportunity to kick your ass.” his tone is teasing as he’s quick on his feet, making a jump shot from the three-point line. when the ball goes through the net, jagger’s chasing after it, mimicking the others’ earlier actions and bouncing it in his direction. “and... good ol’ days? maybe for you, but high school jus wasn’t my jam. all of this...” he trails off, eyes wandering around the gym to the decorated walls. they were covered in championship banners and ex-players’ jerseys. he’s sure there’s one of his or bowies somewhere around the school. “it was nice. sports, having people chant your name... that stuff was good but i dunno, the rest of it wasn’t my favorite, i guess.”
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it’s like clockwork — after the game, indigo knows what excuse to give, and how to convincingly say goodbye to her friends. she knows where to walk to, where to stand, where to wait. tonight is no different. after thunderous applause and cheering from the home crowd after the team’s big win, indigo’s made her way to a spot under the field’s tallest bleachers. she’s been waiting for half an hour now, thumbs hooked into the straps of her backpack, back pressed against one of the large metal poles that keep the structure upright. her hand finally moves, and reaches over to her wrist, brushing the sleeve of her jacket away to catch a glimpse of the time on her watch. a small voice in the back of her minds whispers that he’s seven minutes late, that he might not even come, that maybe she’s just waiting on nothing. as she acknowledges just how paranoid she’s being, she mentally kicks herself. god, she doesn’t do this. not since bailey. no, since bailey, she’s been locked into a routine. a routine that has kept her falling into the mouths of nameless, faceless boys and men in dark corners, staircases, offices, on the outskirts of fields, in driveways or even back yards. but somehow, all that seems obsolete now, and she can’t help but be focused on a single individual. she’s also caught herself staring in the halls, getting jealous when someone else talks to him, and all of the other behaviours she knows to chalk up to none other than a budding attraction. a crush, if you will.
all of the tension in her body seems to release when she finally recognises his figure, approaching, letterman jacket in hand. a few weeks ago, despite her own affiliation to the school volleyball team, she couldn’t get herself to do anything but mock the jocks, with their jackets, loud testosterone-filled greetings and heavy intake of protein at all hours of the day. but now, a part of her — which, again, she despises — almost wishes she hadn’t brought a jacket, just to wear his. “ hi, ” she whispers, moving one of her hands from the straps ofher bag to his chest, her fingertips ghosting over the material of his shirt, gaze not daring to deviate from his. for a second, she almost lets her confident façade slip, letting the other in on just how she feels in his presence. if she had to describe it verbally, the easiest image would be to equate herself to an addict. an addict in need of a fix entirely ensconced in his being. but, she manages to save face, her bottom lip teasingly disappearing between her teeth, “ you looked good out there tonight, hart. some might even say you’re the crown jewel of that team. — and congratulations on winning. nice added bonus. ”
from the second jagger hart stepped through the halls of his high school his freshman year, he could almost immediately tell that this was a place he didn’t belong. well, not unless he made himself. there was somewhat of a legacy he felt inclined to follow. his older brother, bowie, had left quite the imprint on good ol’ stone harbor high. captain of nearly every sports team, and popular among the school’s female population, it was hard not to associate the two brothers once a young jagger stepped into the halls. though he did intend on playing sports, he was almost immediately accepted into the stereotypical “jock” friend groups, a judgement that seemed based solely on his last name. at first, he didn’t mind it. immediately being accepted into a group didn’t seem entirely bad. it isn’t until he realized that the other guys on his football team weren’t the kind of people he’d normally associate himself with. but as any teen does, he succumbed to the pressures to be popular.
jagger was always described as a bleeding heart. he loves fast and hard and if anyone else knew that, his rep would soon be diminished. so, he’d keep his soft tendencies to himself. or rather, locked away until the right person came along. he hadn’t built up any hopes to meet her anytime soon, as all the girls who approached him seemingly only wanted him for one thing. status. this made him picky with who he’d take home. even then, he’d find himself face to face with yet another shallow cheerleader. but the girl with the blonde hair and deep brown eyes, she was different. and not in the cheesy way that you see films and books describe this whirlwind of a girl. she was unique, charming, and quick-witted. he often found himself stumbling over words when he was around her. she tugged him upstairs to smoke with him in the bathroom, and ultimately changed his life.
from there on in, the two were inseparable. well, no one but them had any clue to that fact. they did a pretty decent job keeping their relationship (or whatever you can call all the sneaking around they were doing) under wraps. it started with hooking up in random rooms at high school parties, to hooking up in his car parked somewhere secluded, to nights like this where they’d meet under the bleachers after a big game. though he didn’t dare share this information with indigo, he was really starting to feel something. what it was - that part was unclear to him, though he knew that she was so much more than just another social ladder climbing girl. aside from the physical aspects of their relationship, she was possibly the easiest person for jagger to talk to. she didn’t expect anything of him. with others it was the good looks, the athleticism, the jock-like attitude. around her, he didn’t feel like he had to live up to any kind of expectation. he could just be.
when he spots her beneath the bleachers, he cannot hold back the goofy grin that’s forming to his lips. the entire game, he couldn’t help but steal glances in her direction. he only hoped none of the friends she’d been with had noticed. he’s got his hands tucked in the pockets of his letterman, using the grip to hug the fabric close to his frame. “hey you,” the words are spoken at a low tone as if their conversation is meant to be a secret shared between them. “sorry i took longer than usual, the guys were bullshitting about the win and it was kind hard to slip away. i’m glad you waited, though.” i really wanted to see you. the sentiment dances on the tip of his tongue but isn’t put into words. not yet, at least. just being in her proximity has the athlete’s mind racing. “thank you, indi.” he cocks his head, a grin still plastered to his features. “i’m glad you think that. otherwise my reign as captain would be obsolete.” there’s teasing in the male’s tone as he’s giving into the touch against his chest, quickly closing the gap between their frames to meet her lips in a tender, but needy kiss.
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