It Scares Me Half To Death.

Brad Walsh, nineteen years old, an ex homecoming king and a sophomore at Yale.

[walsh-out-for-brad]

charhayes:

Oh my god, this is my song! You totally have to dance with me.

Brad blinked a little trying to figure out if he even knew the girl before shrugging, it hardly mattered. Normally he would reject but he felt amazing so he just offered his hand. “You got it.”

[walsh-out-for-brad]

callme-cherry:

“You doing alright?”

“No.” Brad muttered as he glanced around confused and slightly agitated. The air was hitting his chest weird, and she could totally tell. At least that was the rationing in Brad’s head. “This is not my spot.” He repeated.

[walsh-out-for-brad]

“This is... Where the fuck is my spot?”

[walsh-out-for-brad]

jocelynjameson:

“Someone is going to walk by us and wonder what I did to upset you.” With another roll of her eyes, playful as ever, she held up her hands in mock defense. “Please forgive me. I was under the impression that you all came for the music. Thanks for setting me straight.” His agreement was all she needed to hear before starting over towards St. Elmos. “Are you a Coke or a Pepsi guy? I know, super personal question, but this is a moment of truth.” She shifted her bag, letting it bump against her waist instead of swaying wildly in front of her. Thankfully it appeared that the place wasn’t packed, which meant there wasn’t a long wait for one of the better booths. “You choose where we sit, Yalie.”

“And I’d tell that that you smile way too much and were way to friendly and it pissed me off.” He laughed, not actually able to think of a situation where Jocelyn would irritate him. “No- god, no. It’s all about the ass.” He literally cringed at himself, despite the fact it was openly a joke it was probably the most Alpha Beta thing he’d ever said. “I- Pepsi.” He said, hanging his head in shame. “I know, I know. I’m a filthy heathen. But in my defense my go to pizza guy stocks pepsi not coke, so it may just be positive reinforcement training.” He glanced down at her bag, holding his arm out in case she wanted him to carry it for her. Honestly, some days he thought that was the only reason Agnes kept him around, carrying all her bags that is. At her question he pointed to the booth in the back corner. “That’s my spot.”

[walsh-out-for-brad]

tessa-lisbon:

“I knew you’d have my back. You’re welcome to join me in my jail break. I mean, unless I want to go in circles I’m gonna need a right hand man…”

Brad didn’t laugh. He couldn’t, instead a knot formed in his stomach at the joke, an odd misplaced sense of guilt. “I’m happy to help you out.” He smiled, a little forced but he didn’t want to seem condescending or pitying, so he forced himself to brighten up a little. “Anything for my favorite blonde.” Brad grinned.

[walsh-out-for-brad]

jocelynjameson:

“Cool points for British slang.” She laughed a little harder at his reaction, the idea that she could hurt a brick wall was too amusing. “Yeah, twoish days. I’m surprised people already haven’t started walking around dressed in nothing but tastefully placed feathers.” Trying her best not to grin, she looked up into his eyes and took out phone to check the time. “This is entirely random, but are you by any chance hungry? I just got off work and I’m at the point I could eat a horse.” It was a bold move, one she would’ve avoided, but with each passing day her former bravery was coming back. Making her feel much like the girl she had been before everything had gone to shit.

“Oh if that’s the case, git and sod too.” He laughed, knowing that his slang got a little outside of norm some days. The brief period that ‘like a boss’ had come back had been a good couple of months for his outdated phrases. “Hey don’t knock the outfits, it’s the reason most of the guys come.” He joked lightly, he tended to try not to stare at scantily clad girls during the festivals but hell, sometimes his dumb guy brain got in the way. “I’m not all that hungry myself, but I could definitely go for a drink while you eat.” He grinned, happy to spend time with Jocelyn. She was pretty cool in Brad’s eyes.

[bloodygifs]

[walsh-out-for-brad]

tessa-lisbon:

If you could just give me a nudge down the street, I’d totally owe you one…

“I’ll give you all the nudges you need, Lisbon.”

[walsh-out-for-brad]

jocelynjameson:

“Yeah, the Yale guy is a total tool.” Jocelyn smirked, rolling her eyes playfully while nudging Brad’s side with her elbow. “Don’t read into this, but maybe skip the shirt this year? May find the slip of the cups cease. I could be wrong, but it’s good advice.”

“Complete wanker really.” He laughed, shuffling back half a step as she playfully elbowed, earning a mock wince. At her next statement, he really did try not to smirk. Failed horribly unfortunately. “I guess so. It’s in what, twoish days?” If Brad was going to walk around shirtless, he was going to make sure he looked his best which unfortunately meant ruling out pizza bloat. Broccoli and sit ups. Blegh.

[walsh-out-for-brad]

jocelynjameson:

“How could you forget the one time of year where this town becomes tourist central, especially with all the weed and noise?”

“Because I’m a god damn idiot apparently.” Brad laughed, covering his face for a moment as he thought of being dragged to it again. “It’s the time of year where drunk girls get grabby and all my shirts get covered in beer.”

[walsh-out-for-brad]

“I totally forgot about Rosewoodapalooza. Shit.”

[paulwezly]

[walsh-out-for-brad]

paulwezly:

Paul Wesley out and about in Paris, May 26th

[rebelkingbell]

[walsh-out-for-brad]

rebelkingbell:

Your name, forever the name on my lips.

[walsh-out-for-brad]

[Text]: hell yeah i do [Text]: plus I learned a few new things too recently from Wes

[text]: Why the hell are you hanging around Wes?

[walsh-out-for-brad]

You’re from the 70′s but I’m a 90′s bitch.

01. Favorite Disney Film?

The Lion King. Brad used to have the play station one game of it and would punch Mouth if he ever tried to turn it off. Simba and Kimba were his peeps.

02. First Album?

INXS Kick, was the first album he ever took out of his dad’s stack. He used to listen to it on repeat for hours. As he got a little older, he also got into Greenday and Nirvana.

03. Favorite Candy/Sweeties?

Ring pop’s, coincidentally it was also how he got his first wife in preschool. Brad proposed with his recess ring pop, unfortunately the marriage ended when the candy did.

04. Favorite Nick/Cartoon Network Show?

Looney Toons was his shit. TazDevil was his favorite.

05. Favorite Book?

The Magic Faraway Tree.

06. What did you do during your childhood summers?

Brad usually hung out with his brothers, Data and Chunk- well technically he spent most of his time fixing what Data and Chunk broke. The rest of his time was spent conditioning for football.

07. What grown-up job did you want to have when you were a child?

Brad wanted to be an NFL player, specifically for the Chicago Bears.

08. What do you remember about your first day of school?

Brad accidentally locked himself in a storage cupboard when he went to get craft paper and was in there for forty-five minutes before anyone noticed.

09. What scared you in the dark?

The dark didn’t bother him as much as the space under his bed or sleeping without the covers over his feet.

10. What was your  Legends of the Hidden Temple team?

Red Jaguars represent.

11. What were your feelings on SLIME?

Brad never touched it again after it smeared into the carpet and his mom chewed him out. There is still little pieces of flaky green on his bed room floor where he to this day cannot get it out. omg I thought you meant that goo shit in tubs.

12. NSYNC or Backstreet Boys?

Backstreet boys!

13. Who was your Pop Princess?

Britney Spears was the love of Brad’s life.

14. What was the worst 90′s fashion trend?

Bucket hats and chain wallets. ALSO BOWL CUTS AND ESPECIALLY BOWL CUTS WITH CENTER PARTS.

[walsh-out-for-brad]

[Text]: want help to fix your hunky hunk cycle?

[text]: Do you actually know anything about bikes??? :P

[walsh-out-for-brad]

jocelynjameson:

Jocelyn could hardly remember a time she’d laugh so hard and freely, it had been a lot longer then she’d want to admit, but it was nice and certainly appreciated. The more she did so, the less she had time to be inside her head. “Yeah, it was either that or waiting tables, and funnily enough, I can’t balance for crap. Books talk back less often, and they have something more to offer than snarky comments. I’ve been looking, no luck yet, however there is an armoire that gives off this vibe. I’m waiting for the day I open it and find Mr. Tumnus waiting for me.” She knew better than to judge a book by it’s cover, but most of the football boys wouldn’t have known a literary reference had it slapped them in the face. “I find that hard to believe. You strike me as the type to have his very own Kit. Knight Rider… I have a thing for really bad 80′s shows. I blame my mom, I don’t think she’s ever quite swallowed the fact that we’ve all moved on.” Once the pain left her leg, she let out a sigh of relief, finally able to get comfortable. Her brow arched at the mention of Yale, her face taking on a look of almost disgust. “Yale? I’m sorry, but we’re gonna have to stop this conversation right now. As a girl who got into Harvard, it’s against the rules of the world for us to be talking, much less enjoying each others company.” There was a slight jealousy that bubbled through her, it was an ivy, he got to live a life that she had worked her ass for, assuming he did as well, but unlike her, he didn’t have to stick around to make sure he could still hold up. “I was supposed to go this fall, but after… the fall, it was thought that a semester here at Ravenwood would suit me better, just to be sure I can handle it all. I tried appealing, but it’s apparently out of my hands.” She shrugged, trying to avoid pity if at all possible. “How did you like it though, Yale? Was it everything Gilmore Girls made it out to be?”

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” He uttered before leaning in as though it were something that actually needed to be whispered. “Waiting tables fucking sucks. You definitely made the right call.” He leaned back with a grin, trying to forget how hard you had to bust your ass to make a lousy tip from people who had more money than god. “If you see the hairy bastard, you let him know that I’m looking for him. God damn living in my wardrobe rent free and what do I get? Fur all over my clothes. He says it’s my dog, but I know better.” He ranted teasingly. Brad had always enjoyed reading as a kid, maybe it’s because he read to Miles a lot when they were younger and it sort of stuck. Or maybe he just liked correcting people like an ass. “Oh god, not Knight Rider.” He groaned, turning his face from her in mock disgust. “That’s so bad, if you’re going to watch trash T.V you’ve got to go all out and just bite the bullet with baywatch.” Brad couldn’t help but laugh at her anti Yale attitude, a playful competitiveness rising in him. “Harvard? Oh, ew. But you look like such a nice girl- god, this breaks my heart a little.” He mocked, placing a hand over his chest before the tone shifted subtly. “That sucks.” He wasn’t sure what else he could say, honestly he’d be cut if it were him. He’d come from nothing and worked like a maniac to get in and if they went and told him that he had to wait it out? He’d be furious. “One semester though, that’s not too bad. Another few months with your friends and then you get to betray my good faith in you by heading to the demon witch school.” He teased, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m going to be totally honest and let you know that I haven’t actually seen any Gilmore Girl’s. But it’s amazing, nothing like here. Sometimes it’s nice when people don’t know where you’re from, you know?”