moodboard: tyler x cyrus
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Martinique
seen from China

seen from Australia
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Türkiye

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Greece

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from Türkiye
moodboard: tyler x cyrus
This is it | Scott Reed
An end was always a new beginning. That gave you closure yet relief as you walked through the halls of Liberty, your bag holding the items that had filled your locker.
There was one of Liberty’s newspapers that you had lost in the bottom of it. Ryan was a great writer, he had the whole school hooked on his text, but this one was different. It was special.
It held the pained words of Hannah, of which he had stolen when she revealed the poem to him. He broke that trust, but he hadn’t been the only one...
The truth of the matter was that it wasn’t fair. She was no longer here, and yet the next year the lot of you would be looking at colleges, escaping the garden of Eden that the place had become.
Some already were. It was their time to leave, graduation was in a week. But yet you’d be stuck here, retaking your classes alongside Clay and Jess, as a few examples.
You’d have to wait another year until you left, but you hadn’t told anyone your results yet. In all fairness, there were multiple distractions that had caused your grades to tumble and faceplant the ground.
Hannah was the primary source for them all. It was in no way her fault, she was just telling her story and sharing out blame where it had been deserved, and that also fell on you.
Then, as a justification of that, the tapes had crazed Clay Jensen, making you walk on eggshells when you attempted to avoid him, But it had been inevitable. And then they had escaped to the public, falling into the cost of a court case.
When you exited the doors, you saw Scott leaning against his car, scrolling on his phone, oblivious to your little secret. If you avoided him, it would be clear that you were hiding something, so instead, you put on a fake smile and made your way over to him.
When he heard your footsteps, his head raised, and he pulled his keys from his pocket. He was showing you a white toothed smile, it was always so attractive and contagious, you couldn’t help but really smile after seeing it.
“Ready to go babe?” He leaned down and pecked your cheek, opening the door, yet still awaiting your answer.
“Yeah.” You wiggled under his arm with a laugh from the both of you, and he shut the door. He jogged around the front of the vehicle, getting in the driver’s side.
“I’m excited.” He told you, but just before he was about to start the ignition, you called his name, consuming all of his attention. “I can’t wait to go to college with my best girl. It’s daunting at the same time though, but we need to get away from this town.”
Just from the way he spoke showcased his excitement. He had been waiting all year for this day to come around, but it was impossible not to feel guilty for what you had done.
“Scott, I’m sorry.” It had been to irresistible not to rip open the paper, it had been mocking you from when it was sat on your bedside table. And now it was weighing your bag down, that small envelope.
“What have you got to be sorry for gorgeous?” He was worried, he hadn’t actually thought you had done something wrong. But you had.
“I know we said we’d open our letters together but... I already have.” You looked at the mat below your feet, scraping the souls of your shoes against it nervously.
“That’s okay, I get it. To be honest, I have to.” That made your stomach drop, from how he was talking, he must have already have gotten in too. He licked his lips, pursing them together whilst he awaited your response.
“I didn’t get in Scott.” You informed him, disappointed in yourself. How could you have been so dumb?
“Neither did I.” He mirrored your confession, grasping your hands. “So this is it, you and me. We retake, and then we can go and continue on with our lives outside of this shitty town.”
“I like the sound of that.” A part of you felt selfish. You were happy that he wouldn’t be away from you, but you still wished he had been accepted. Anyone would be an idiot to reject him.
“ He’s my brother, he’s my positive influence. He’s the reason I’m alive and able to write this college essay in the first place. “
for any clustin shippers out there.
Faces... What is your favourite?
Autumn Days 1513 Lockscreens Edits made by me :)
Katherine photographed by Graham Dunn for FLAUNT
moodboard: bi greyace demigirl jessica davis
moodboard: justin x alex