@brcknboy
dick lay sprawled across one of the dusty, faded couches in the library, his eyes scanning the blurry front page of the hemlock tribune. in big, bold letters, a single fact haunted him: melanie rivera declared missing. the empty covington campus felt more like an empty skeleton than anything--he just wanted to go home. and home wasn’t even happy. but part of his home was found in the lanky, pale boy occupying the space next to him on the couch--miles beaumont. dick kicked his legs up and onto the arm of the sofa, his brown oxfords dangling on the other side. he carefully placed his head on the other boy’s lap, a wisp of dark hair dangling obnoxiously over his field of vision.
“i wish we could just get out of here.” he mumbled, peering up at miles’ face inconspicuously. “and i wish they would just tell us why they kept us here.” even though he had a sneak suspicion as to why, dick didn’t want to believe it. that one of them was responsible for it all.
