#redgrve

[jas-michaud]

“last gallagher party ever,” she states with a wide smile, wrapping her arms around his waist and briefly resting her chin on his chest. jas is happy, because she imagines louis is happy, about never being dragged to one of these things ever again. “try not to get blacked out, though, we have breakfast with my parents tomorrow,” she jokes, because she has never and one imagines will never see louis that drunk. “i know you’ll look just as handsome at graduation as you do right now.” jas leans up to kiss him, since this is about her graduation this time, and he can’t deny her anything. interestingly, she has an argument for this whenever he visits. aside from their anniversary, this semester has essentially sucked, and she’s exceptionally ready to become his roommate the following day. she takes both of his hands, slowly walking towards the exit backwards. “speaking of tomorrow, i have something to tell you.” / @redgrve​

[vansario]

    “did you have any idea that there’s a park with a freaking dragon not too far from here? i walked past it on my way home from getting lunch today. the thing is huge. how did i manage to miss that?”  ╱ @redgrve​

[scottrileys]

it’s around this time of year when scott finally ventures into the library, and it’s usually to bribe someone into helping him pass the year or to copy assignments. this time, it’s different. he knows who he’s looking for. slapping his hand down on louis’ shoulder, he hovers over the fourth year, trying his best to whisper “ yo, can i ask you something real quick? ” he earns some disgruntled stares from students near by, which he waves off with an apologetic hand. “ won’t take longer than five minutes. tops. ”

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[magsrome]

“ i don’t know why i’m so worried , i know what to say ... i think . “ she breathed in and out , eager to let the nervous energy out of her entity for even just one second. one moment -- that moment when her date meets her , or vice - versa . mags knew her hair was fine , so was her dress and her shoes and her resolve to not run away and hide back in her dorm and cuddle up with her journals for the night . as soon as she caught wind of louis , she fixed up her posture and gave her most award - winning smile , as her mother would say . “ hey there , um .. happy valentine’s day . “ || @redgrve​

[jas-michaud]

it’s really not that bad out, but she understands why staying indoors is the right call (and not just because she hadn’t packed for the possibility of a rainstorm). even back at the gallagher campus, the forecast calls for rain on and off all week, and she only knows since it’s saved to her weather app. she’s already added DC, even though the weather won’t be that different from roseville. weirdly enough, she’s afraid to open up disney+ on her laptop in case he clocks how much star wars content is saved to her list so she’s aimlessly scrolling through netflix. louis isn’t helping, because he doesn’t find thunder calming the way she does, so she may as well just open moana like she wants to. but it’s easy to read his mood so she pushes the laptop away and crawls closer to him on the bed. “maybe it’ll help if you just watch something with headphones,” she suggests before resting her head on his chest and hugging him sideways, because she would be happy to just lie there while he does something else. / @redgrve​

[jas-michaud]

she had known even before going through with it that there was no way she was keeping it a secret from at least one person. her only hesitation was the risk (guarantee, almost) that he would blame himself and she’d be blatantly lying if she said she hadn’t done it for him, but...jas knows him well enough to know that he wouldn’t want her to, that vigilante justice is something he only likes in comic books, so ultimately it was a decision made for herself alone. his room seems like the safest place, considering maddox is part of the secret, and she knows mari is gone. when she knocks and louis answers the door, her eyes fall on his face first thing before her gaze drifts behind him. maddox isn’t home, she supposes that’s good. he won’t have said anything, probably won’t want her to say anything, either.

her smile is immediate, like it always is when she sees him, but quickly turns slightly manic. “hey,” she greets, voice pitched too high, before leaning in to kiss him hello. she doesn’t foresee much more of those during the conversation, or after, and it’s with a concentrated effort that she doesn’t keep kissing him in an effort to put off the impending reveal for as long as possible. “you’re not busy, are you?” a lot of her wants him to say that he is and turn her away until later. / @redgrve​

[jas-michaud]

when she’d made the list of things to do in roseville with louis, she hadn’t expected them to actually visit. or if they did, she thought it’d be after the school year ended, but she’s always happy to be pleasantly surprised. it’s lucky for him that she already has personalized stationary, otherwise she might sink hours in the cute little stationary store. instead, she’s only on the hunt for stamps (though it’s hard to say no to new pens). “perfect!” she says, plucking the sheet of stamps from their display before turning to face louis with a grin. “my favorite fruit. and maybe it’ll remind you of our first date.” it’s stated with an exaggerated eyeroll because if she’d had her way, the first night they kissed would have been called a date the whole time. “and they’ll go with my pink envelopes!” having coffee in any store always made her feel as if she was doing something she shouldn’t be doing, but there was a coffee shop with oat milk in town so naturally they had to go there first thing. and they had hot chocolate and decaf coffee and sugar free syrups. / @redgrve​

[jas-michaud]

it’s better, to use the word tentatively, outside of the infirmary. so that’s the upside of today, the tiniest gleaming speck of positivity she can muster. this room is so familiar yet feels somehow permanently changed by the events that transpired outside, in the hallway, when she was stupid enough to be asleep. this is the sort of thing they should be more thoroughly trained for, how to react to tragedy. this is the sort of thing she’s been mentally preparing for, just in case, while wishing against its fruition. but she didn’t know what to do when she first entered the sterility of the infirmary, tears crowding the corners of her eyes before she even saw him and she knows that crying harder when she did was not the comforting kind of thing that would make him feel any better. she hadn’t cried when she was woken up at 2am and left her room to find louis bleeding, so, she was willing to give herself some credit.

the assembly, though, she barely managed to drag herself to in the first place and then president sutton, rather disaffectedly, clarified that louis was the target all along, and then taking into account that everyone she cares about is a legacy, it didn’t do a lot of good for the whole coping thing she was faking at. jas doesn’t know how to...do this. how to take care of him without crowding him, how to claim an ownership she doesn’t feel she has. she’s not even in medical training, even with her trusty first aid kit designed for fucking children and she’s feeling unqualified and paranoid and scared but then she thinks about how he must be feeling and it’s easier to push her own fears down in order to tend to his. 

“um, not to sound like it’s a line or anything, but...do you want to watch a movie?” nothing remotely spy related. and not that she’d admit it, but the silence in the dorm is killing her. and she wants to talk about it but she doesn’t want to talk about it. mostly she wants to do whatever helps him faster. “or we could...talk, or i can leave if you just want to be alone.” / @redgrve​