#prettystrcng

[tcurney]

jay packed a simple water bottle in his small  leather satchel before yawning quietly. he had stayed up a little later than typically because he couldn’t sleep - not when he was excited about the carnival along with trying out for lacrosse. he had agreed to meet carlos and his family ( a fact to which he was pleased to know, that the younger had met people who were family to him ) in the lobby. he was a little nervous, meeting them. he had met isaac and sebastian - both of which seemed kind. he only assumed malia and pietro would be as kind, too. he was the first to step out into the lobby, looking around, waiting for others to show.

[smythc]

Sebastian had slowly adjusted to the routine of Vegas, working as the manager of his own casino wasn't so bad. It was all decision-making, after all, letting him have more time to himself. After a nice day of hanging out with his family a couple of days ago, all of them had planned to go out again for another fun day - this time, to museums. Surprisingly, there were plenty of museums in Vegas, from the Natural History one to a Wax one. It had taken a while to buy the tickets, and also: to plan the rest of their days, but they were finally going. He looks over at Carlos before ruffling the boy's hair. " You ready to go ?? " He questions as he makes sure he has his wallet, the museum tickets, and a bottle of water in his backpack, his room key in his pocket. 

[smythc]

things had been hard this past week. everyone had been having a hard time adjusting to being placed in las vegas against their will, much less: with isaac losing his wolf, malia losing her coyote and pietro losing his superspeed? everything had been tense amongst the family. but with everyone finally recovering after the week, they had all agreed to hang out. it was no secret that they needed each other. and maybe, m a y b e they could turn this trip into a good thing. for now, though, sebastian finishes packing his backpack -- it being entirely empty, save for: his phone, his wallet, and his medicine; the essentials.·“ you ready to go, hijo? ” the singer asks carlos. if there was a silver lining to the situation, it was having carlos as his roommate. he doesn’t really know where they’re going, but he knew quite the mixture of places; not just from the internet but from previous experience. they’d think of something.

[smythc]

Sebastian woke up early, rubbing at his eyes. He wasn’t surprised to have waken up after a peaceful night’s sleep - no nightmares haunting him. After a very eventful day yesterday of being with family, walking all over Disneyland, it was time for round two of the trip. He yawns quietly, trying to move over the tangle of limbs of the cuddle pile that had taken place. He changes into day clothes, a pair of jeans and an almost unbelievably soft baseball shirt with a Jack Skellington design that he had bought courtesy of the stores in the park. He gets a sticky note before scrawling a ‘Be right back!’ and leaving it on the dinner table on the suite as he goes to buy breakfast for the family. Quickly grabbing his wallet and a room card, he leaves with a light smile on his face.

[smythc]

Sebastian had been beaming with energy the entire night and morning. Excitement was flowing through his veins; everything had been planned. He knows logically, he should have paid some focus on packing better than just sleeping clothes, underwear and socks, but there was just so much to be done, especially with little notice, preparation and reservation. The weekend marked Carlos’ birthday, and he had been intent on  celebrating it with the ones closest to the younger. All of the trip had been planned, down to hotel suite and the tickets. The trip was riding on Carlos’ lack of knowing, as he was trying to surprise him. His car’s parked out in the front, waiting patiently. He hears footsteps behind him and turns around to see Isaac, a smile blooming on his face, “Hey,” he greets, leaning into the kiss the other lightly.

[smythc]

Sebastian yawns as he adjusts himself in the hospital bed that he had gotten so used to sleeping on after almost an entire week. It was strange, having accustomed to four white walls, the sterile smell, the pill diet. The nurses said that he’d get to be released today, discharged from the dreary atmosphere. He looks around, one last time, hearing the beep of his monitors. It had been a while since he’d actually eaten food, the doctors having opted for pumping nutrients into him. The wound on his chest was well on its way to healing, the deep slash having been entirely stitched close. He’d have to come in in the next following week to get the stitches out - which would be a pain - but at least he’d have much needed freedom. He feels the hand that he’s holding twitch slightly, looking over at Isaac next to him. “G’morning.”