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Send me a ❤ if you think I'm quality
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa omg. wait why are you hiding omg c’mere and lemmie love you. omg i love you thank you
Nothing was right. They'd let the wrong people take over and now there wasn't much left. They were living in poverty. Everything was unfairly done. The entire place was in danger and Chase was the one that was going to stop it. He was out on a mission that he couldn't fail. He had plans, he just needed a way to fulfill them.
Declan texted Jacen awhile before asking him to come over with the promise that he'd make him mac and cheese and that they could play video games and that the boy could take all the pictures he wanted. So when a knock at the door came he jumped up from the couch happily. He'd been wanting to see the boy again for a long time. Jacen made him feel normal again. He opened the door and smiled widely. "Hey buddy." He grinned doing a list. "Are you ready to party?"
He notices the person staring at him and instantly his stomach flips wondering if they recognize him. It's been a year since he ran away and the dirty blonde roots of his hair are beginning to show and he's no longer wearing his brown colored contacts. He's gotten careless. He's not going back home where he's likely to be tried for the mass murder he commited and then strapped down to a table and put out of his misery. Despite him thinking what he did was right and deserved he still has nightmares about it. The voices convinced him to do what he wanted. He had wanted it but it was the voices that convinced him to take that gun to school, it was the voices that convinced him to kill everyone who had ever pulled on his hair, beat him up, and the ones who caused his best friend, his boyfriend to take his life. Wherever the end took him he certainly didn't think it would be back to Devan.
So he walks slowly moving next to the person who has been staring at him acessing their reaction as he speaks, "Hello." He says watching their face to see if fear passes over telling him that they know his identity.
Lunch Off | Ginger
So far, it had been an agonizingly slow day for Jack. Since that morning, he'd been at work, frowning at customers and probably racking up enough bad customer service reviews to get him a warning when his shift was finally over, but he didn't mind it. He was too tired to care, wondering why he'd bothered taking the Sunday shift at the restaurant in the first place. The only thing he really had to look forward to were the lunch plans he'd made with Ginger that very clearly did not involve lunch at the restaurant. They'd agreed to meet up at the park close to the center of downtown. As soon as Jack's hour off for lunch started, the brunette ditched his name tag and headed out, starting to roll up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. It was too long of a walk for him, reaching the park within minutes. There were nice, dirt paths that winded about the large, grass area. Some patches of land were more secluded than others, with bushes and trees while there was also plenty of open areas where people ran their dogs and kids attempted to fly kites. With it being the middle of the day, the park was fairly populated, people sitting out with their lunch or just walking through to get across the town quicker. Jack found a bench close to the front of the park, near one of the many entrances and sat down, keeping an eye out for Ginger.