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and with my departure
from the [pain] i harbor
i feel i am [sinking]
and [sailing] to swim
And that’s on really stupid deleted scenes
why is it this hard to study for exams.........
A stoned drunk me on st paddy’s day. This awesome customer gave me a pin because I forgot to wear green (:
the conchell drabble that will go nowhere
The sole reason I titled this that is bc it’s a reminder to myself that I REALLY DONT NEED A N O T H E R WIP anyways enjoy this conchell piece I wrote instead of doing homework.
“Hey, um.” Mitchell licked his lips, holding the phone closer to his ear. “You’re in town, right?”
“Yup! Travis and I just got to the hotel room. What’s up? And where are you calling me from? Did you get a new phone without telling me?”
Connor voice was bubbly, cheerful, as he spoke, questioning Mitchell with a pitched happiness.
Mitchell swallowed again. “Um, no. I didn’t get a new phone. Actually, I, uh, can you come get me? And Sebastian?”
Connor was quiet for a moment, “Um, sure?” His voice was a question, unsure. “I can be there in a few, I have your address saved –“
“That’s not where we are.” Mitchell took a deep breath, forcing it out of himself. “I need you to pick us up from the San Francisco Police Station.”
The silence that followed was nearly overwhelming, and Mitchell rested his forehead on the no-doubt filthy phone box.
“Oh my god.” Connor’s voice was much, much too delighted. “Oh my god. Mitchell. Darling. Light of my life. Were you arrested?”
Mitchell sighed, “Kind of. Can you pick us up?”
“This is so hot.” Connor suddenly said, his voice taking a deeper tone. “Mitchell, be serious, is this my birthday present?”
“This is not the correct response.” He hissed into the phone, “Can you pick us up or not?”
“Travis and I are already in the car, babe. Chillax, let me enjoy how incredibly sexy my bad-boy boyfriend is.”
“…..Travis. Travis is with you?”
“You’re on speakerphone.” He told Mitchell, his voice filled with glee. “Anyways, gotta be 21 to pick up someone in holding and Travis’s fake I.D. is much more convincing.”
“Why do you know that.” Mitchell asked, his voice weak.
Connor barked out a laugh, “You think this is the first time the Stoll’s have picked some up from a station? Damn, if we could finally convince the NYPD to just give us a punch card solely for Hermes kids, our lives would be so much easier.”
“Sure, why not.” Mitchell took another breath, attempting to convince himself that no, no of course this wasn’t his life. he lived a normal life, remember? A sane, normal, boring life.
Which, of course, never worked.
Connor continued, his voice still delighted and excited. “But babe, sweetheart, please, I need you to tell me. Why are you there?”
Mitchell leaned against the wall, the ancient payphone barely allowing the action. “It’s a mess and a long story, I’ll explain when you get here. But I’m pretty sure I have a black eye, Sebastian’s hand is definitely broken, and I lost my shirt.”
“Am I having a wet dream?” Connor asked, his voice low again, much to the apparent disgust of Travis. There was a moment of shuffling over the time – them probably hitting each other – until the high sound of Travis’s phone interrupted them. Mitchell waited patiently, his fingers tangled in the cord. He was used to it, at this point.
Connor barked out a laugh, bringing Mitchell back into the conversation. “We texted Katie and now she’s jealous of how much Travis is admiring you. I think she’s going to steal the school mascot to get even.”
“Why are you guys like this.” Mitchell sighed into the phone, a small smile coming to rest on his face despite it all. The guard signaled his phone time was over, and the smile turned back to his original frown. “We’re out of time. You’ll be here?”
“’Course, darlin’.” Connor’s voice was grinning, which would have been wonderful to hear had it not been followed by Travis’s high, Don’t worry Mitch-y! We’re on our way!
“See you soon.” He said.
“Count on it, babe. The Instagram photos alone will be limitless and wonderful.” Connor gasped, “Oh gods, my snapchat story is about to be so amazing.”
Mitchell only sighed.
That actually is a really good point! I wouldn't really want to know someone like that either, like the "winner" is supposedly right or something. But this is great discourse and I really do enjoy reading what you and everyone else are saying!
Thank you. :)
