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ravenbeakx a day ago
Do you ever look at someone and wonder: what is going on inside their head?
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yellowpopsiclee a day ago
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Just trying to do my part here, folks 馃憗馃憚馃憗
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mickeysjones a day ago
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pseudonympls a day ago
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You walked into the bookshop, keenly perusing the shelves for that one book that had eluded you thus far.
Your eyes scanned the shelves quickly. You desperately needed that book, and you wanted to support your local indie bookstore - you could have easily gone to a chain, or god forbid, ordered off Amazon (ugh).
Alas, your moral standards were getting in the way of your degree, yet again, you sighed as you rounded the corner, and your eyes found him instead of the book you were looking for.
He was incredibly tall - which seemed to mismatch his stance and general demeanour. He wore a dark denim shirt that fit him delightfully, dark blond fluffy hair on his head framed his slender but still large face, and small glasses sat on his uniquely shaped nose.
He held a book in one large hand - it was big enough to hold the book open, thoroughly enthralled in whatever he was reading, his thumb teasing the corner of his mouth as his eyes moved from left to right quickly.
A sigh slipped between your lips as you saw him - he was attractive, in a cute endearing way, although there was nothing endearing about how he would tower over you. Briefly forgetting what you were here for, you cleared your throat and began to scan the shelves for that elusive book.
You struggled to place him - you were certain you鈥檇 seen him before, but your brain, a haze of too much caffeine and too little sleep, kept your answer in the shadows.
But you couldn鈥檛 help but glance back over to him every now and again, and a hot rush of embarrassment stained your cheeks when he looked up and made eye contact with you.
However briefly those slate blue eyes had captured yours, it was enough to make you feel like a staring creep. You clasped a book on the shelf and pretended to be examining it a little closer, squinting your eyes for added effect.
Your efforts were in vain as you heard him walk over to you, feeling his humungous presence slide into your space. Spying him in your periphery.
鈥淗ey鈥 a deep voice sounded from him, far deeper than you鈥檇 imagined. You bit into your bottom lip and slowly turned to face him, shocked when your eyes trailed up his denim shirt, your neck tilted at an awkward angle to even get close to looking him in the eye.
鈥淯m, hey?鈥 You answered, sure that your cheeks were ablaze now. Feeling his eyes scanning your features slowly.
鈥淗aven鈥檛 I seen you around?鈥 He asked, arms folded and book closed in one hand.
鈥淯hhh, I don鈥檛 think so?鈥 You whispered, glancing back to the books you were touching. 20th century science. Definitely not the fiction book you were looking for. But you had to have some plausible deniability.
鈥淲ere you over at the university a couple days ago? I was doing a reading from my book鈥 he tapped his thick pointer finger on the pale blue hardback in his hand.
That鈥檚 where you鈥檇 seen him. Your roommate had dragged you along the to watch some tall skinny kid read from his book of poems.
The same, tall skinny handsome guy that stood in front of you now. He was so close you could smell him. He smelled like fresh laundry and some kind of spice, it was a delirious mix.
鈥淯h, yeah, I was鈥 your mind relaxed a little at placing him, but your body did anything but.
鈥淲hat did you think?鈥 He asked, his brow furrowing and his lips pouting slightly, half a thought raced through your mind as you wondered what it would be like to kiss them鈥
鈥淪orry?鈥 You replied. Your imagination was rendering your ears useless.
鈥淲hat did you think, of some of the poems?鈥 He asked, a sly smile curling his lips.
You鈥檇 been so horrifically hungover that afternoon you鈥檇 barely registered where you were - never mind listened to what the guy was saying.
You inwardly cursed the frat party you had inadvertently ended up at that night.
鈥淥h umm鈥鈥︹ you started, and his smile only grew wider at seeing you so obviously struggle in front of him. He was a great deal taller than you but right now you felt two inches tall.
鈥淚t鈥檚 alright,鈥 he laughed, a delicate sound like a bell ringing 鈥淚 saw you there, you were the girl that ran out to throw up, right?鈥 He chuckled, and you wanted to disappear. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 think my poetry was that bad鈥
You couldn鈥檛 say anything. Every thought that passed through your mind made bile rise in your throat as you struggled to string a coherent sentence together.
鈥淗ey, it鈥檚 alright,鈥 he allayed, sensing your panic.
鈥淵ou seem to be feeling better, how about we go get a coffee, do you think you can stomach that?鈥
You weren鈥檛 sure if you could in all honesty, but you smiled, and nodded, as he gestured toward the door with his free hand.
鈥淚f I read you some, can you promise me not to throw up?鈥 He giggled.
Oh, this guy thought he was funny.
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heyitsphoenixx 2 days ago
I Wanna Get Better
Chapter 6
When Zach Stone鈥檚 lifelong goal to get famous is achieved, ten years later he鈥檚 still dealing with the consequences.
TW: brief drug and alcohol mentions, sex mentions, cheating mentions, vomiting. lots of angst.聽
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Written by @mickeysjones and myself. Gif by @mickeysjones.
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The morning came to greet Zach with a vengeance. Rays of sunlight filtered through the blinds directly onto his eyes, blinding him as he woke up. He felt like his head had been beaten with a hammer, a splitting headache making him reluctant to move his head at all. He grudgingly opened his dry eyes and realized that not only was he in a bed that wasn鈥檛 his in a house he didn鈥檛 know, but that he laid next to a girl he didn鈥檛 know either.
He was suddenly wide awake. He lifted the blankets and saw that he was completely naked, and so was she. The floor was covered in plastic cups and alcohol bottles as well as their clothes. It hadn鈥檛 been a dream.
鈥淣o no no no no鈥︹
He got out of bed and gathered his clothes from the floor, tripping over himself as he waded through all the debris.
鈥淣o no no no no.鈥
He put his clothes on, no longer caring about his raging migraine as the reality of the night before set in. He hugged his waist and stared at the girl who was still asleep. It was all blacked out in his mind, he couldn鈥檛 remember a thing. If he had woken up clothed he might have been able to convince himself that nothing happened, but he couldn鈥檛. What he did remember was being convinced into doing cocaine by a slimy LA agent type, and he remembered Amy running out of the party because of what he鈥檇 said to her.
The memory of lashing out at Amy instantly slammed his heart down to the floor as if it was hit by a tennis racket. And now, he had cheated on her.
Zach noticed the door to the bathroom was open and he ran at full speed to the toilet, immediately vomiting up his guts not only because of his hangover, but at the thought of what he鈥檇 done. He loved Amy more than he ever loved anyone in his entire life. She was endlessly supportive and patient with him and he never felt more seen, loved, and safe than he did with her. She was his best friend. He knew everything about her and she knew everything about him. He had been waiting to be more than her friend for years, hoping against hope, and when his hope had come true, he had thrown it all away in a single night. He was going to have to tell her.
He was still nauseous, but his vomiting stopped for the time being. He sat back against the cool wall, trying to think, but it was impossible. All he thought of were all the reactions Amy would have when he told her. He felt hot tears run down his cheeks and he sank into himself as he wept, hugging his knees to his chest. He didn鈥檛 notice his whole body shaking the longer he cried, all he knew now was that he had done the worst thing he had ever done in his life, and he had done it to her. He did it to Amy, his Amy. Sweet, funny, smart, beautiful Amy.
Zach was hyperventilating now, trying and failing to catch his breath. He was going to break her if he told her. He was going to tell her and she was never going to speak to him again. He could handle that. He could live with never hearing from her again if he knew she was okay, but he knew that this would break her, and he would rather die than do that to her. She broke up with Nick for him, and this was the thanks he gave her? He was shivering now and he held tighter to himself, but the tears still hadn鈥檛 stopped.
He wanted to blame it on the drugs, he was perfectly ready to blame it all on the drugs. But he had made her cry before that, he only had one drink in him when he did that. What if this was just lying dormant in him all along and the drugs just allowed him to act on it? What if he really had been a monster all this time?
Slowly, he raised himself off the floor and turned to the sink, catching himself in the mirror. He looked like shit, his hair pointing in all directions, his cheeks tear-stained, his mouth covered in old lipstick and vomit. He turned on the faucet and did his best to wash it all off, wishing he could wash off more than just the surface level. He finished and gripped the sink with both hands. He also wished he would stop crying, but he couldn鈥檛, the tears falling down into the basin.
鈥淚 can鈥檛鈥 I can鈥檛 do that to her, I can鈥檛鈥︹ He choked out the words to himself.
Zach saw the girl stirring from where he was, and he quickly entered the bedroom again.
鈥淗ey,鈥 he called to her, raising his voice. She turned to him under the covers and lazily propped herself up on her elbow, eyes still closed.
鈥淟ook at me, please.鈥 She opened one eye reluctantly.
鈥淒id we鈥 did we have sex?鈥 he asked from the doorway, his voice shaking with fear. She opened the other eye now and looked at him, then smiled blissfully.
鈥淥h yeah,鈥 she nodded, 鈥渓ots of times.鈥
鈥淔uck!鈥 he yelled, slamming his arm against the doorframe. She jumped a little in surprise.
鈥淲hat? You said you wanted to, I asked, I remember,鈥 she said, sleepy and annoyed. He looked at her, his mouth open in shock at her casualness.
鈥淚 have a girlfriend!鈥 he snapped. She raised her eyebrows and then gave a small chuckle.
鈥淣ot anymore, I guess.鈥 She smiled again before falling back into bed and turning away from him.
He leaned his head against his arms, pressing against the frame. He felt like someone had stuck a hot rod of metal down his throat, he couldn鈥檛 breathe. What could he possibly say to her? His eyes were painfully shut and he saw spots in the blackness.
鈥淚 can鈥檛, I can鈥檛, I can鈥檛鈥︹
He slid back down to the ground and folded in on himself. He knew what was going to happen, what had to happen. She couldn鈥檛 know he had been so thoughtless, so utterly careless about their relationship. He had to give her closure, some reason to hold onto, or it would kill her otherwise. Then, he would leave her forever, spare her the pain of ever seeing him again, spare himself the pain of being reminded every day of what he鈥檇 done. She deserved better than this, better than him. The thought of her being with someone else made him want to run back to the toilet, but he needed to know she would be happy in the future, and if she stayed with him after this he knew that wouldn鈥檛 be possible. He had now ruined any chance of that.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 your name?鈥 he asked loudly, not looking up from his curled position.
鈥淲hat?鈥 she asked again, even more annoyed at being woken a second time.
鈥淵our name?鈥
鈥淲hat do you care?鈥
鈥淛ust tell me.鈥 There was a long sigh from the bed. 鈥淛essica.鈥
He didn鈥檛 care if it was her real name or not, he was shit at coming up with them, he just needed to fill in the blank for the script he was forming in his head.
Amy, I鈥檓 sorry, he thought, but I met this girl Jessica, and I think I鈥檝e fallen in love with her.
The cool winds of early fall passed over Zach and gave him goosebumps even though the humid summer air was still hanging on. He paced the secluded gazebo on Baywood Road, where he used to go as a kid when he was particularly upset to hide from everyone. Today, though, he was waiting for Amy.
He was running over what he wanted to tell her in his mind again and again when he saw her walking up the dirt path and he stopped walking in circles. She wasn鈥檛 smiling as she walked up the steps, standing opposite him as she leaned against the white wood.
鈥淲hat did you wanna talk about?鈥 she asked, not meeting his eyes. He stared at her, trying to memorize what her face looked like before she hated him forever. He wiped his hands on his pants and bit his lip.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry about the other night,鈥 he started, 鈥淚 was a total dick to you, and I was being completely selfish. You didn鈥檛 deserve all that.鈥
She traced a pattern on the wood floor with her foot distractedly. 鈥淥kay,鈥 she said, waiting for him to continue. He exhaled a long breath through his nose.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry I lashed out at you. I think I did that because鈥 you鈥檙e like, so amazing, and I鈥檓鈥 well, me, and I鈥檝e been insecure about it lately, and that鈥檚 totally a me issue, and has nothing to do with you. That party was just鈥 a lot. And it made me even more of a dick than usual, and I鈥檓 sorry it all came out at you, I never meant to hurt you.鈥
She finally looked up at him, a timid smile slowly making an appearance. It made his heart flutter in his chest, and it also made him feel even worse.
鈥淭hank you.鈥 He gave a quick smile and nodded, not being able to bear looking at her anymore. She did a small bounce on her heels. 鈥淒id I miss anything after I left?鈥 He still couldn鈥檛 believe how quickly she always forgave him their whole lives after all he鈥檇 put her through. He was about to break that streak now.
鈥淵eah, that鈥檚 uh, actually part of what I wanted to talk to you about,鈥 he said, crossing his arms in front of him. She deflated slightly at his tone.
鈥淔or the past couple weeks I, um鈥︹ He locked his eyes to the ground and bit the inside of his cheek, trying to muster what it was going to take to say it to her.
鈥淚鈥檝e been hanging out with this girl, and she was at the party that night. We鈥 we talked, and鈥 I think I鈥檓 in love with her.鈥
He made the mistake of daring to look at her, and he watched as her face completely fell in less than a second, her body leaning away from him instinctively.
鈥淲-What?鈥 she stuttered. Her eyes scanned his, flicking back and forth for any sign that he might be joking. 鈥淲hat are you talking about?鈥 A dry laugh sneaked through the words as she was still processing it through disbelief. He held his hands on his hips to steady himself.
鈥淚-I鈥檓 in love with her.鈥 She shook her head.
鈥淣o you鈥檙e not,鈥 she said, shaking her head and still smiling, her brows furrowed in confusion.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what you want me to say Amy, it鈥檚鈥 it鈥檚 true.鈥
He could taste blood in his mouth as he tore through his cheek. She started to slowly back away from him and crossed her arms in return.
鈥淪o, so what, you met this girl two weeks ago and you鈥檙e in love with her? I鈥檝e known you your whole life, and you鈥檙e in love with her in two weeks?鈥 She had a hand balled up over her chest protectively and the smile had disappeared. He glanced up from beneath his lashes and nodded.
鈥淩ight,鈥 she scoffed, 鈥測ou expect me to believe that? What鈥檚 even her name, Zach?鈥
鈥淛essica,鈥 he muttered.
鈥淚t鈥檚 Jessica, okay?鈥
鈥淚s there a last name that goes with that?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think I should tell you that.鈥
鈥淩ight, okay.鈥
She turned away from him, and only then did Zach notice the sound of rain hitting the roof of the gazebo.
鈥淎re you鈥 are you serious?鈥 He heard her voice cracking as well as his own heart breaking. He nodded again.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry,鈥 he whispered. She turned to him again.
鈥淥h, you鈥檙e sorry? Is that right? I can鈥檛 believe you.鈥 Her face started to crumble and she turned from him again to try and hide it.
鈥淚 promise you鈥檒l never see me again. I鈥檒l鈥 I鈥檒l probably marry her, in the future, so鈥 you don鈥檛 have to worry about me. Just forget about me.鈥
She faced him again and he saw a rage in her he had never seen before in her eyes as she stepped toward him.
鈥淎fter everything we鈥檝e been through, everything I鈥檝e done for you, I can鈥檛 believe鈥揳nd to think that I actually鈥撯 she cut herself off. He wanted nothing more than to tell her it was all a lie and that he was an idiot and of course he could never love anyone other than her and to hold her in his arms and never let go again, but he didn鈥檛. He was ripping the bandaid off of a festering wound, and it had to be done.
She looked at him, and Zach knew it was the last time he would see her face. Tears fell freely down her cheeks. Her nostrils flared and her chin wobbled. She seemed to know that it was the last time she would see him too. A choked sob escaped before she spoke.
鈥淚 hope you two have a wonderful life. Go fuck yourself, Zach.鈥
With that, she sprinted off the gazebo and down the dirt path, the rain soaking through her clothes as she wept. When she was out of sight, Zach punched one of the pillars and let out a long scream into the woods surrounding him. He felt his knees betray him as he heard the echo of his cries bounce through the trees, and he slid to the ground into a fetal position.
He couldn鈥檛 hold back his own tears anymore, and Zach laid there in the gazebo for the next hour, trying to force every ounce of pain that he could out of his body. He remembered how he had answered the newswoman in his house that day.
It sounds like being famous is a 24/7 job for you. How does that affect your relationships with other people?
You know, the more that I do this鈥 the more that I realize I just want to do it alone, I just want to be famous.
He destroyed every person he touched, and none of them deserved it. Certainly none of them had asked for it, but he always roped them in regardless.
Not anymore, Zach thought. I can鈥檛 hurt anyone else. No more.
And it was at that moment that Zach made his decision. He was leaving for LA.
The next few days went by in a blur, things went so quickly that Zach wasn鈥檛 entirely sure how much time had actually passed. All he knew was he had to have his things packed, whatever he had that was important to him anyway, and be ready for a flight that was taking place the following morning.
Rather than spending his time hating himself for what he did, he decided to distract his mind with the idea of his future. He wasn鈥檛 going to be with Amy, but he needed to do things alone anyway, it didn鈥檛 matter that he wasn鈥檛 with her. It didn鈥檛 matter that he would probably never be with her, or see her, ever again. Things were better for everyone when he did things himself. And this was something that he needed to do by himself even if that wasn鈥檛 the case. He needed to not rely on the people in his life so much, he knew it was damaging his relationships with them and wanted to hold on to the people he hadn鈥檛 completely torn apart.
He avoided his parents and the topic of Amy while eating breakfast, and again while having dinner. He also avoided all topics regarding fame, knowing that if he told them that he was planning on leaving to LA, they would have a few words about it, words he didn鈥檛 think he wanted to hear. He didn鈥檛 want to leave without a goodbye, he didn鈥檛 know how long he was going to be gone so he had a goodbye prepared, but he was waiting until the last minute to bring up his trip.
At dinner, he listened to his parents discuss their days, something he would usually ignore or talk over. He listened to Andy talk about whatever went down at baseball practice, he didn鈥檛 understand any of it but listened anyway. When everyone turned to him, wondering why he was so quiet, he shrugged off their questioning looks and told them he was just drained from his weekend with Amy and then work. Andy joked that his quietness was due to his show ending its TV run and him being left with nothing again. It wasn鈥檛 an assumption that was far off from the real behind the scenes situation, but not exactly the case at hand either.
Now, Zach stood in the center of his room, his mind as scattered as the clothes on his floor. He didn鈥檛 know how long he was gonna be gone, probably forever, but he wanted to make sure he left some stuff to make it look like that wasn鈥檛 his plan. He had a suitcase packed and sitting by his door already, but was finding the second one more difficult to pack.
He pointed from pile to pile, going through each of the items in his mind before moving to the next. He went through his entire closet and dresser, this was everything. He paused on a lone sock in the middle of the floor, picking it up and looking at it for a second before shaking his head.
鈥淲hy is there only one sock?鈥 He asked as if it was going to answer him, then tossed it back to the ground to continue his mental packing.
Within a few seconds of the sock hitting the ground again, there was a knock on his door. He barely had time to turn around before it opened up, revealing his mom on the other side. She had a smile on her face as the door opened, but it slowly faded into concern as she took a look around his room.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 going on?鈥
Zach looked around his room, then at his mom. He shrugged. 鈥淚 wanted to鈥︹ He looked around again. 鈥淔ind a match to that sock.鈥 He nodded as he turned to face his mom, that was a good enough excuse.
He watched his mother turn towards the packed suitcase, then follow the trail to the half-packed suitcase sitting on his bed. He stood frozen in the center of his bedroom, hoping that if he didn鈥檛 acknowledge it, she wouldn鈥檛 either.
鈥淕oing somewhere?鈥
鈥淣o,鈥 he shook his head slightly as he crossed his arms, 鈥淲hy would you鈥 think that?鈥
She pointed to the suitcase on his bed, he didn鈥檛 turn to look at it but he knew that鈥檚 what she pointed at. He shrugged again but quickly broke from his act after.
鈥淚鈥檓 going to LA for a few days.鈥 He blurted out, knowing that she wasn鈥檛 going to let him off without some sort of explanation. 鈥淚 have a plane ticket, I have a place to stay, I have a connection there,鈥 he started listing things off on one hand before his mom had a chance to react.
鈥淚 know you鈥檙e gonna tell me not to go, it鈥檚 part of the reason I didn鈥檛 tell you, I was gonna tell you just not now-鈥
鈥淚 probably would have told you while walking out the door, definitely would have left a note-鈥
鈥淲hen did you decide to do this?鈥 She crossed her arms, watching him closely.
He considered his answer options, the truth was definitely not the one she needed. 聽鈥淭he鈥︹ He started, looked across his room one more time, then faced his mom again. 鈥淎 few weeks ago.鈥
鈥淎 few weeks ago?鈥
鈥淛ust the other day you mentioned getting your camera crew back.鈥
Zach threw his hands up in defense. 鈥淭hey have camera crews in LA, mom.鈥
Before his mom had a chance to respond, Zach took a random assorted pile of clothing from his floor and tossed it into the suitcase, zipped it up, and took both of them by his mom and out of his room.
鈥淶ach!鈥 His mom called after him, but he was determined to at least make it to the front door before stopping.
He made it to the bottom of the stairs just as his dad walked in from the kitchen to see what was going on.
鈥淚鈥檓 going to LA.鈥 He told his dad as he walked by, his suitcases dragging along behind him. 鈥淚鈥檒l send you all a postcard.鈥
鈥淲hat?鈥 His dad now followed behind him with his mom.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 going on?鈥
Zach turned at the new voice in the mix, Andy. Where the fuck did he come from? He thought.
鈥淚鈥檒l be back in a few days, it鈥檚 not a big deal-鈥
鈥淎 few days? With all of that?鈥 His dad questioned, his voice already rising.
鈥淵ou always say I need to鈥 Be my own person and move out. Consider this a free trial.鈥 Zach鈥檚 eyes widened, a smile creeping onto his face. That expression faded within a few seconds of stares from his family.
鈥淚鈥檒l be back in a few days.鈥 He repeated, his tone more serious this time. 鈥淩eally, I have it all planned.鈥
His parents exchanged looks and Andy looked at him like he was stupid. He waited to see their response, but decided they were taking too long.
鈥淟ook, I鈥檝e already bought the ticket. I took time off work for this. So鈥 you can either let me go and accept that I鈥檓 going, or you can force me to stay and we鈥檒l all be miserable because you鈥檒l be stuck with me at home for a week.鈥
Now all three of them were exchanging looks. Andy was the first to look at Zach again.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not back in a week, I get your room,鈥 he told him. It wasn鈥檛 a suggestion or a compromise to Andy, it wasn鈥檛 even a threat. It was just general information.
Zach rolled his eyes, he wasn鈥檛 worried about his room right now.
His mom turned to him and sighed. 鈥淛ust a few days? And you have someone going with you?鈥
He could handle himself, but he nodded anyway just to assure her.
鈥淲hat the hell are you going to LA for?鈥 His dad asked.
Zach shrugged. 鈥淚鈥檒l let you know when I find it.鈥 He forced a smile, but again it faded quickly.
鈥淵ou鈥檝e never even been on a plane.鈥
鈥淚 know. I鈥檒l鈥 be fine. Probably.鈥 He waved off his dad鈥檚 comment. 鈥淚t鈥檚 literally 5 hours. It鈥檚 fine. It鈥檚 a plane, not a鈥︹ He bowed his head, then brought it back up to face his parents. 鈥淚鈥檒l be back before Greg comes home this weekend. And I鈥檒l call. Everyday I will call, we can FaceTime, whatever.鈥
His dad shrugged, signaling that he was defeated in his argument or just didn鈥檛 care to continue it, and it was left to his mom. Zach鈥檚 attention turned to her.
She took a step closer to him and gave him a hug, and for the first time it actually hit him what he was about to do. They weren鈥檛 aware of it yet, but he knew. There was no 鈥渃oming back this weekend鈥 for him.
He said his final goodbyes to his family, assuming that this would be the last time he saw them for a while, and then he left for the airport. It was early, but he鈥檇 seen enough movies to know it鈥檚 always better to be early for a flight.
After hours of waiting, and texting his mom to let her know that, despite still being in Boston, he was alive and well, it was finally time to get on the plane. His first impression was great, there were rowed seats, he got a window seat so he could experience the views of his first flight, and he wasn鈥檛 focused on Amy or his family or his life that he was leaving behind. It was going to be awesome. And then the plane took off.
Zach held onto the seat, eyes sealed shut until the turbulence of getting into the air settled out. He slowly opened his eyes, but still clung to the seat as if he would fall through the flooring if he didn鈥檛. The seatbelt he was wearing meant nothing, he didn鈥檛 feel any more secure with it. He slowly moved his head to peek out the window he was sitting near, noticed the ground below was very far below but still close enough he could see the outlines of the cities. He straightened himself in his seat, facing forward to the seat in front of him. He could only think of one thing as the plane rattled him.
I鈥檓 going to die on this thing.
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aestheticsxemotions 7 months ago
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there it is, again
that funny feeling
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You wanna hear a funny story?
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yellowplumfruit 7 months ago
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that unapparent summer air in early fall
the quiet comprehending of the ending of it all
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good g*d whoever the camera person was, thank you for having a closeup shot of bo whenever he speaks
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Bo Burnham: Inside (2021) + favorite moments pt.1
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vidcon 2018
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BO BURNHAM: INSIDE (2021) dir. by Bo Burnham
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"White Woman's Instagram" INSIDE (dir. bo burnham)
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bo said i have to do everything myself in this house
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ratanarchist 7 months ago
bo burnham鈥檚 new special is like. oh hi i鈥檓 a funny white boy singing silly little songs. btw our society is built on exploitation and violence. haha sexting still rules though. tits! human relationships have been commodified by tech companies and everything under late capitalism is an empty performance. i鈥檓 depressed btw. sometimes it鈥檚 funny though! here鈥檚 some synth pop. the world is fucking ending and a part of me wants it to. i am insane. i am falling apart. [audience laughter] [cheering]
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Three kinds of gay people
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