sheltered boy

/ looked at you too long at last / fell apart in the lows of a laugh / in those times you were wrong / that's why you try to quit thinking aloud /

[milliganmemories]

Bradley crooked an eyebrow, a curious expression made childish by the freckles the midday sun had coaxed out of her cheeks for summer. It seemed strange for a girl so harsh to look so sweet in certain lighting. Perhaps deceptive was the better word. “He’s not. You shouldn’t talk to him.” Yanking a pack of sugar from the bowl on the table, she shook it empty and played restlessly with the granules. “Are you always this quiet? I feel like I’m eating with Norman Bates.”

[samblkwell]

“whatever.” instinctually, sam was immediately ready to chalk that response after being protective, because that’s what reid use to do and him having been his dorky, shy nerd self in high school, was all he got from his peers. his height didn’t help that either. but bradley seemed like the last person on earth that would happen to. “um... i’m trying to get rid of that,” sam replied, taking a laminated menu to look at. “norman bates is probably cool to some people.”

[milliganmemories]

“They do nice lemonade, I normally go for that. Sawyer would bring his own drink in when we made him come here, though,” she informed, the thought springing a smile on her mouth. “He’s such a fucking old woman.” A bell chimed to mark their entrance but Bradley paid it no mind, heading straight over to a booth in the corner.

[samblkwell]

“oh sweet, i love lemonade,” sam was rather surprised out how generic he sounded, but his brain was kinda fizzing out of things to say. he never talked this much in high school. not even to his parents. everything now was just mimics of movies and television. “sawyer’s cool. a cool grandma.”

[pearlmems2]

“Wow. Life advice from the crimson chin.”

[samblkwell]

“take it or leave it.”

[milliganmemories]

“Oh. A modern tragedy,” she mused, scoffing at his next comment. “Yeah because I’d hurl you off it. Do I look like a cargo mule?” Sighing narrowly, she pulled the cigarette back to her lips when he brushed it off. She was glad he’d declined, anyway. All the more for her to waste her lungs with. “Whatever gets your rocks off, I guess.” Scuffing her boot as they rounded the corner, she jutted her cindering sixth finger at the ancient sign ahead. “Susie’s. Worst milkshakes in the world. It’s a dream.”

[samblkwell]

“i don’t think your reaction would be particularly positive either,” sam muttered, secretly watching bradley smoke with slight concern. he had no control over that, but at least he could still feel bad about it. “if you don’t get milkshakes at a diner what do you get?”

[edithblckwell]

“Mom’s not around so you can cut the bullshit, Samuel. I want my fucking beans back and, one way or another, I’m going to get them. And yes, I am referring to disembowelment.”

[samblkwell]

“hey, i don’t act like this around mom!” sam stopped chewing in indignation, before tapping at the plate on the table. “there’re still plenty on beans, y’know.”

[pearlmems2]

“Sawyer. My Sawyer. It’s like a dirty Russian Roulette. He fucks someone I care deeply about and I feel like I’ve been shot in the head.”

[samblkwell]

“he’s not actually yours though.”

[milliganmemories]

“Caramels? Sam, you’re an unbelievable old woman sometimes, did you know that?” Bradley scoffed, sucking another gust of smoke into her lungs for her to sigh out after. “I feel like I need to educate you on some things. First off, never sit on the floor at a rave. I mean, what the fuck? You’ll get trampled. It’s simple science.” Offering her cigarette his way, she paid little mind to the fact she’d never seen him smoke. “Secondly, why were you drinking Sprite? That’s fucking disturbing.”

[samblkwell]

     “it’s from a movie!” bradley didn’t seem like the type who would watch good will hunting anyway. but only sam would watch it for the numbers, math, and boston accents. “well i wasn’t going to sit on your lap...” sam muttered, only slightly put off by the advice. but he knew they had good intentions. “because sprite is good and other people were drinking.” he explained, declining the cigarette.

[edithblckwell]

Reid held out his hand, unsure where his brother’s mouth was located. “Spit it out,” he insisted, aware of how disgusting the request probably seemed. “Spit it out and I won’t murder you.”

[samblkwell]

“y’know what,” sam stopped chewing to begin what he hoped were his iconic monologue of last words. “not spitting it out is better for you in the long term, that being said as your lovable rogue of a brother, i refuse. in the politest, most utilitarian way possible.”

[milliganmemories]

Bradley didn’t notice the hitch in his voice at all, hands tucking down in her pockets as she drew back from the pond. “There’s a diner near here that Reid choked on a burger in, once. Fond memories.” Yanking her cigarettes free, she wedged one between her lips and rooted for her lighter as she walked. “So–…” It was barely a mumble, something she corrected by tugging the cancer stick away once it was lit. “Do anything interesting lately?”

[samblkwell]

sam stood still and looked into the distance, trying to picture that beautiful image in his head. and it felt so real. “that’s perfect,” he grinned to himself, before quickly catching up to walk beside bradley. “not really, are you just asking for small talk’s sake? we gonna eat a bunch of caramels later too?” he knew practically everyone he spoke to never got that reference, but it was for his own happiness now.

[harleenoharamems-blog]

“I’ve heard of it. Can’t say I’ve seen it though. I assume it’s about an actor in that movie?”

[samblkwell]

“just one of the leads.”

[julicncs]

“sorry i’m not up to date with my older celebrities.”

[samblkwell]

“from jaws.”

[pearlmems2]

“No,” Pearl tried to disguise the hurt in her voice, “he doesn’t. At least he didn’t used to.”

[samblkwell]

“... okay, then who’s the special fuck?”

[edithblckwell]

“Did you snatch my beans,” Reid shouted into the darkness, his fork empty despite having just been stabbed into a tasty green bean. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you, demon. Bring back my fucking beans!”

[samblkwell]

“yeah,” sam shrugged, smirking even though he knew his brother wouldn’t be able to see it. “but you’ve got like four other green beans, mate. you’ll live. i however, don’t seem to be,” he grinned, chewing loudly on the delicious green bean.

[samblkwell]

bradleymilligan:

“Oh, I’m great,” Bradley scoffed, tugging her tattered military jacket closer around her matchstick frame; feeling the soft jut of her rib beneath her wrist on her next breath reminded her she’d forgotten to eat breakfast that morning. “I need a bagel or a three course meal or something. I’ll let you take me on a diner date, if you want. Exclusive, one time offer.”

sam was completely blown away at the offer, but of course, quickly hid it in on his face, nodding and looking nonchalant. “yeah, cool.” he shrugged, though his voice a contrast with its clear higher, excited tone. sure, it was only one time, but now he was socialising and making friends and stuff. and he needed that now more than ever. “let’s go.”

[samblkwell]

bradleymilligan:

“Kind of.” Brushing over a dandelion with the toe of her boot, she snared it off its stem and nudged it into the pond – a fresh, floating corpse. Yellow. It was the colour of flesh when rot creeps in, or some shade of the same family, at least. She watched the petals sway up at her like arms. “I think I must have a sign on my back. You know, one that says ‘kick me’ in big, fat black letters. That’s probably it.”

“well then clearly she can’t read.” sam shrugged, unwilling to get serious and in turn, preventing himself from getting upset because college drama sucked ass. no one got out of it happy, it seemed. and sam wasn’t willing to completely invest in it yet. everyone here was kinda fucked up inside, and he didn't want to end up like them.  “but you’re okay though, right?”

[samblkwell]

pearlwinters:

“Not like brother bear then. Did you hear that he started fucking my best friend?”

     “doesn’t he fuck everyone?”

[samblkwell]

blakehartlcy:

“who?”

     “god, richard dreyfuss.”