grant-mitchell-rp·:
“And all the saints rolled over in their graves when they heard you comparing yourself to them.” he joked back. “I suppose we should ask what he would want, seeing as he’s the one that would die. What do you mean. What happened with him?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “Yeah. Maybe one day I’ll be happy with myself. I’m glad I have you with me no matter what though.” he said, before coughing awkwardly. “Bro, I hate to break it to you, but I think you got some fake acid. I’m not feeling anything.”
“No they didn’t. The saints loved the fact that they have so much in common with me”, Noah quipped. “Considering he’s got younger siblings, he might actually want a dignified funeral and we’ll just have to save all of our shenanigans for the after party”, he reasoned. “You must be the only person on campus that hasn’t heard about the love square that Jackson found himself in”, he said. “I’ll always have your back. I know it sounds cliche but I do hope that you’ll be able to love yourself some day”. Both brothers were clearly a little awkward when it came to such emotional topics of discussion as it wasn’t something that they did often. “Yeah, I think you might be right. Serves me right for buying from a different dealer. Want to just get drunk instead?”








