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pappydaddy · 1 year

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perfect strangers i (n.g.)

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Camp. It was Y/N’s favourite time of the summer. It was like a giant sleepover. Of course, she wasn’t too much of a fan of having to spend this time with Sunnyvalers, but there was really no way to prevent that from happening. However, there was one Sunnyvale occupant that Y/N did not mind. Nick Goode. Nick, the son of the Sheriff who overlooked both Sunnyvale and Shadyside, was Y/N’s boyfriend - secret boyfriend. It was secret for good reasons too, if news broke that someone from Sunnyvale and someone from Shadyside was dating, they would both be shunned.

Y/N was okay with it, it was how it had to be until they were able to get out of the politics of high school, but sometimes, she just wished he would get over his Sunnyvale pride and admit that he liked her. It was different for him. Surviving in Shadyside was a group effort. Y/N couldn’t be the one to out their relationship, she would be a goner socially and actually. With all the murders that happen in Shadyside, you had to have a group of friends, it was impossible to survive without one. The people in Sunnyvale lived perfectly happy and safe lives. They were rich and they didn’t have a high rate of murder. Nick could easily come forward about his love for Y/N and not reap the horrible consequences Y/N would.

“Hey, stop snooping around here, Shadysider,” A sneer of a Sunnyvale camper hissed from the porch of a cabin. Y/N, simply walking by on her way to the mess hall, glared at the blonde girl from the corner of her eye, continuing past. “If I find a single on of my things missing, you don’t have to worry about Shadyside murderers coming after you - I’ll finish you off.” She threw the blatant threat like a fireball at Y/N, making the girl stop in her tracks.

“Is that so, Cassandra,” Y/N hummed, sauntering towards the steps of the porch. Of course, even at sleepaway camp, the Sunnyvale campers had to have the newly renovated cabins - only the best for them. Cassandra stood her ground, standing from the wooden bench she had been painting her fingernails on, the brush falling back into the bottle of ruby red nail polish perfectly. “You think you could take a Shadysider,” She taunted with a cock of her head as she stepped up onto the stairs. Cassandra stayed silent, a hard glare fixed on her face as she loomed over the flight of stairs Y/N was climbing, her arms crossed. “Guess what, Cassandra,” Y/N narrowed her eyes, stopping at the last step before the one Cassandra stood on. “Your threats mean nothing to me.” She whispered, the two girls locked in an intense stare off, trying to intimidate each other.

“I think they should, I’m always going to have the upperhand when it comes to you. It’s how the world works, L/N,” Cassandra smiled sweetly at the girl, a condescending tone lacing her voice. “It’s how the world works - Sunnyvale over Shadyside.” With that, Cassandra’s palms flew up quickly, pressing against Y/N’s shoulders. With a shove, Y/N was teetering back, her arms flailing as she tried to keep her balance on the step. Her heart sank down to her feet, knowing exactly what was going to happen. A flash of white hot panic filled her, her eyes widening when she realised she was actively falling right now.

Pushing with her feet, Y/N avoided hitting the rest of the stairs on the way down, but she ended up falling flat on her back - right on the dirt pathway she had been walking on before Cassandra started the scuffle. Her body was rid of it’s breath, a gasp falling from her lips at the impact. For a second, Y/N could feel or hear anything, only seeing the light blue sky with the fluffy white clouds drifting along it, a cloud of dust and dirt blooming up around her - disturbed from her fall. With a full body cough that sent her body rippling over the dirt, Y/N’s senses returned. “Hey! What is going on here?” The voice of the very guy Y/N held on a pedestal.

Pushing herself up to sit, Y/N groaned, her eyes closing as her back screamed in pain. A stampede of footsteps were running towards the two, the Shadysiders crouching around Y/N and the Sunnyvalers clustering around Cassandra, glares being thrown either way. There, in the middle stood the brunette Nick Goode in all his nerdy but cute glory. Beside him was a blonde counsellor, Kurt. They were both counsellors for camp this year, meaning the Sunnyvale campers were invincible - with the Sheriff kid and one of Goode's closest family friends being counsellors, they got off with everything. Opening her eyes, Y/N saw Ziggy (her best friend) beside her, her hand rubbing Y/N’s back soothingly as she glared at Cassandra.

“She started it,” Cassandra pointed to the weakened Y/N, playing the role of the victim perfectly. “I was just trying to paint my nails and all of a sudden she was running her mouth like a true Shadysider. I had to push her off the stairs, I feared for my safety! You never know with these Shadysiders!”

“Oh, that’s a load of shit! I was headed to the Mess Hall to gather my campers so I could give them their capture the flag shirts and she started to run her spoiled little mouth, getting her into something she wasn’t going to win.” Y/N recounted, pushing herself off the ground fully, Ziggy standing up with her.

Cassandra scoffed. “Why would I willingly converse with a piece of Shadyside trash-”

“Cassandra, enough,” Kurt cut her off even though everyone knew he didn’t want to, but Kurt wasn’t dumb - the Shadysiders far outnumbered the Sunnyvalers in this little group, even with two consellours, it was an unfair fight. “Y/N, you’re a counsellor now, you can’t pick fights with the campers, I have to write you up.” With that, Kurt left, walking off towards the office to write her up.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N ignored this. Being written up was nothing, they never did anything about them, the camp needed counsellors like crazy, they weren’t going to turn Y/N away next year. Letting her eyes trail over to Nick, she hoped that he would take her side in this. He knew that she didn’t like to start shit, she liked to keep her head down and carry on with her life - especially when it came to dealing with Sunnyvale people.

She felt a bit of hope as Nick’s dark eyes scanned her over before meeting her eyes. For a split second, Y/N felt hope that he would side with her. But it all came crashing down when he turned on his heel, facing Cassandra. Of course he wouldn’t defend her. He was a Goode, he couldn’t be seen defending a Shadysider. “You go in your cabin, take the night to calm down, okay, Cassandra? I’ll bring you your meals.” With that, Cassandra let out an evil smirk, eyes dancing in victory as she looked at Y/N.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N glared at the back of Nick’s head. Ziggy, watching her actions closely, let her eyes flick between her older best friend and the Sunnyvaler who was oblivious to Y/N’s glare and movement. Before Nick could whirl around to talk to her, Y/N wiped the bit of dirt on her cheek off, her eyes heavy on Nick’s form before she sauntered off towards the mess hall as she originally intended, Ziggy scrambling after her as the wheels in her head turned.

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“Hey, Y/N,” Y/N heard her name as she looked over the sheet of where her campers were to be stationed during the game. Looking up from the list, she saw Nick weaving his way through the organised crowd, heading right for her group of campers. Ignoring him, she let her eyes fall back to the paper, but Nick didn’t get the hint. “Hey, we haven’t talked in the last few days, not since the incident.” Nick observed with an awkward scratching of the back of his neck.

“Wow, Goode,” Y/N drawled, lifting her eyes from the paper to glare at him. “With those keen observational skills, you’re sure to be Sheriff one day. Just like you’ve always dreamed.” She snapped sarcastically, looking back down at the paper, tilting the clipboard away from him as she pretended to write stuff on it. From the corner of her eye, she saw Nick wince, nodding as if he understood why she snapped at him.

“I get it, you’re upset with me, but-” He cut himself off. Even with his voice barely a whisper between them, the ever so youthful ears of Y/N’s campers had picked it up easily, evident by the way they were listening intently. Shocked at the campers eavesdropping, Nick let his eyes flick over the small group before looking pleadingly at Y/N. “Could we talk over there for a second?” He asked, nodding a few feet away from the crowd.

Y/N really didn’t want to, but she knew that Nick wouldn’t leave her alone until she let him talk. “Fine, but you only have a minute. I need to give these kids their placements and jobs for the game.” She gave in, tucking the clipboard under her arm, following the slightly taller boy. Stopping just far enough away so that nobody could hear their discussion, he gave a quick glance around, making sure nobody was around.

“I’m sorry for what happened, but you are a counsellor now, you can’t go picking fights with Sunnyvale people at camp, especially not campers.” Nick started off, Y/N’s jaw dropping as he placed all the blame on her.

“You still think I started that fight,” She asked, gesturing to herself with her hand. Hurt and betrayal were at the surface of her voice, unbelieving that her own boyfriend would assume she stirred the pot. “You should know me better than that, Goode. We’ve been dating for a year and you think I would pick a fight with a Sunnyvaler? A fight I know that I’ll be punished for?” She questioned.

“Cassandra said you started it and if you didn’t want to get in trouble, why did you climb the stairs to her?” Nick accused, his eyes narrowing at her comments, offence written on his face. Of course he knew her. She was his girlfriend after all.

Y/N scoffed, her eyes rolling so sharply and quickly that Nick thought they would pop right out of her sockets. “Of course Cassandra would say I started it, it’s a Sunnyvaler’s word over a Sahdysider’s,” She paused, eyes looking back at him, dead in the eyes. “And I climbed those stairs because if I am going to get blamed for something, might as well make it worth it, but-” She paused, glared hardening on Nick making him visibly gulp. “I thought that no matter how much trouble I got into, my boyfriend would think I was innocent. Even if he couldn’t show it, at least he wouldn’t side with the one who actually did start it.”

“Y/N-”

“No, Nick,” She stopped him before he could continue, his voice thick with indifference. She had no idea what he was about to say, but in case he was about to say something that would break her, she couldn’t allow him to continue, not when she had to make sure kids were safe. The Sunnyvalers played dirty during capture the flag, she needed to stay focused on the kids. “I can’t do this right now. Just leave me alone until after the game.” With that, she turned around, once again leaving Nick standing there. This time, she could feel his eyes watching her retreating back as she walked back to her campers, immediately giving out their positions. “Looks like you guys all have the most important jobs, you all have to watch for Sunnyvale people trying to steal our flag,” Y/N announced, ignoring the burning of Nick’s eyes on her. “We’re defending this time and, lucky for you guys, I was the best defensive player when I was a camper. I have just the plan.”

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restinslices · 9 months

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With You Gone Pt 2

After her visit to the cemetery, Deena’s plagued with false hope.

Deena hadn’t noticed she made it to school. She didn’t even remember getting dressed, but here she was, suddenly aware she was walking towards her locker.

She approached her locker, rolled her eyes and banged on the locker next to hers, alerting the couple making out. Strange. They seemed familiar. Maybe she had a class with one of them.

She went to open her locker, only to jump when someone suddenly cut into the locker next to hers. Heather’s old locker.

“What are-”, the figure left before she could finish. She looked at the locker and her eyebrows furrowed. The locker was covered in pictures and notes of condolences. Heather was dead, yes, so this shouldn’t have been weird… except the janitor had taken all of those things down a month after her passing. Some new girl with red hair owned that locker now.

She looked at the carving. “RIP”.

“You see? It’s the witch. Sarah Fier’s back”, a familiar voice said behind her. Deena felt like her heart was squeezed and she froze where she stood. It couldn’t have been… it couldn’t have been the girl who’s whispers sounded like honey even if honey obviously didn’t have a sound. It couldn’t have been the girl who was determined to leave Shadyside and become something special. It couldn’t.

“Are you ok?”, that voice again.

She turned around slowly, and when she finally made eye contact with the girl, a small gasp left her lips.

Kate looked back at her and Deena was sure that Kate was waiting for an answer, but what could she say? There Kate was, standing there in front of her alive and well. Head intact, no stab wound, no blood, no screaming.

One of Kate’s hands felt Deena’s forehead, “are you sick?” She asked. Deena grabbed Kate’s hand and let out a sigh of relief. She felt real. She could feel how warm she was, even the bones under her flesh.

None of this made sense. She was back to that day, the day she regretted more than anything. She even felt the heaviness in her other hand suddenly, and when she looked down she saw it was the box full of Sam’s things. She looked back up at Kate, who looked like she was close to having Deena admitted to a psych ward.

Deena dropped the box and wrapped her arms around Kate, taking in the scent of her perfume. She always told Kate she sprayed too much, but the smell no longer bothered her. It had been a smell she missed. A smell she craved. Deena didn’t even care about the tears that were rushing down her face, something she never wanted people to see. She especially hated the idea of crying in public.

“You’re as warm as the day I lost you…”, Deena whispered. She couldn’t see Kate’s reaction, but she knew she sounded crazy.

“Maybe we should move to a bathroom?”, Kate suggested.

Yes! If Kate was here that meant Simon was here as well! Deena let go of Kate and immediately rushed to the bathroom. She threw the door open then walked directly to the stall she knew Simon was in and swung it open. Simon was chewing on his nail and looked over at Deena. She didn’t know how she looked, but Simon frowned. “You-”

Deena didn’t let him finish. She hugged him and held him as tight as she could, his arms wrapping around her as well. Had there been a God that was watching and gave her another chance? Maybe those months with them gone was just punishment before she got her reward. Like saying “remember this feeling. Don’t let it happen again”. It didn’t matter. Simon, a friend she called “idiot” more than anything, was back. Both he and Kate were back.

Deena heard the door open and multiple things hit the sink counter. She assumed Simon mouthed something because Kate said a simple “no idea”. Simon had to pry Deena off him and push the both of them out of the stall. Simon wiped at her tear stained face, “what’s up with you?”.

“I um…”, Deena didn’t know how to answer without sounding crazy, “I missed you”.

“We saw you yesterday”, Kate said, clearly sounding suspicious.

“It’s a long time”

“Worth all the tears?”

“It’s because of me. Any time away from me is too long”, Simon joked causing Kate to roll her eyes.

“We’re being serious here Simon. Look at her. And what’s this box?”. Deena had forgotten all about that box. Maybe if she hadn’t been so worried about that box and Sam, she wouldn’t have lost Kate and Simon the first time around. Deena grabbed the box off the counter,

“A bunch of worthless shit”

“That’s why you brought it here?”

Deena discarded the box in the trash, the sound of it hitting the bottom satisfying her. Even if she still liked Sam, she’d be at the bottom of her list from now on.

“Like I said, worthless shit”. Her mind replayed the day. After this they went to the gym, then heard the game today was mandatory, then the fight, then shit was ruined. Deena knew what she had to do. She couldn’t let them enter that gym.

Deena cleared her throat, and tried to seem calm, “Let’s skip”.

“Skip?” Simon and Kate both said in surprise.

“That’s what I said”.

“Why?”, Simon asked

“Forget why. We can’t skip, there’s a game”

“It’ll probably be canceled ‘cause of last night”

“Games are never canceled. They just say bullshit about being sad. We can’t just skip, it’ll look bad”

“You have a box of drugs in the vent but skipping a game is what you’re worried about?”

“How do you know-“

“Kate”, Deena sighed and rubbed her face. She couldn’t let them into that gym. She couldn’t let them get to that game. Well, maybe she could. Maybe she could do everything the same besides dropping the cooler or whatever it was. She couldn’t remember right now when she was so stressed. Still, she didn’t wanna risk it. She didn’t want Kate, Simon or her anywhere near Sam or Sarah Fier’s bones. Getting them out of school was the best option. Kate was just really fucking stubborn.

“Deena, you sure you’re ok?”, Simon asked with genuine concern. Kate and Simon stood together, both of them eyeing Deena like they expected her to have a breakdown in front of her. She couldn’t lie, she was really close to.

“Even if it’s not canceled, you know those Sunnyvale assholes are gonna say something-“

“They always do”

“Doesn’t mean we gotta hear it again. Come on, we haven’t even made it to our first class. No one knows we’re here. You can say I was feeling like shit and you both were comforting me. Say I knew Heather, or Ryan or anyone that was at the mall”

“That’s kinda shitty”, Simon stood on the toilet and grabbed Kate’s box. Hopefully that meant he was close to agreeing, just maybe not under that certain lie.

“Simon, come on”.

Simon thought for a second before he smiled and wrapped his arm around Deena’s shoulder. Deena’s heart slowed down a bit. Simon was on her side.

“Kate please. What if I said I really needed you two today?”. Kate huffed but nodded

“Fine. But I’m blaming you”.

~~~

Deena’s heart hadn’t returned to a normal speed until they were all in her living room watching a movie, nothing bloody allowed. They only watched half of the movie before they turned it off and moved to Deena’s room, talking about nothing in particular. Deena had missed this. Sure, she talked to Sam and Josh all the time, but neither of them had Simon’s weird quirks or Kate’s sense of humor.

Deena had been mainly listening to the two talk, not really intervening. She just listened and soaked in their voices, remembering how they pronounced each word and how their tone would change depending on the subject. Everything was perfect.

“Deena?”, she heard Simon say. She looked over at him. It had been so long since she saw the small curl in his hair. A curl, a bump, whatever it was, it was in the front of his face and the bottom of his hair went up in that area. “You listening?”, he asked.

“Yeah”, she lied. Kate and Simon looked at each other then her, both of them with skeptical and slightly worried looks. “I’m listening, I swear. Just don’t know what to say”.

“You’ve been off all day. What’s wrong?” Kate asked. Deena shrugged,

“Just a weird day”, they just had no idea how weird it had been. Deena’s eyes suddenly ached, and she groaned as she rubbed them. Before either of them could ask, she said “my eyes hurt”.

“Close ‘em. I’ll tell you what I said, like a little lullaby”, although Deena was still rubbing her eyes, she could tell Simon was smiling.

Deena agreed and closed her eyes. Simon began talking about a movie he saw recently that he hated and how would’ve written it and if he did, he’d get so much money he could take him, Kate, Deena and Josh out of Shadyside. Deena could hear Kate smack him in the back of the head and say how that wouldn’t be possible from just one movie, and if he ever wrote a movie it’d probably be borderline porn. Deena heard Simon say something like “people love that!”, but his voice started to become fuzzy and distant. It got worse. When Kate spoke, she couldn’t make out any words. Deena tried to open her eyes, but it wouldn’t budge. She could just barely feel her hands come up to her face and try to pry her eyes open. What was happening?! Her body felt like it was floating in nothingness, and the voices had gone completely silent.

Deena opened her eyes and gasped. She sat up and looked to where Kate and Simon were supposed to be, but nothing was there.

“What?”, she mumbled to herself. Her eyes glanced around the room. There was no evidence of Kate and Simon ever being there. No chips, no popcorn, no drinks, no note saying they left, the door was closed and the room was dark. She turned on the lamp then looked down. She was wearing pajamas.

None of it was real. There was no God that blessed her with the power to go back in time and make things right. There was no more hearing Kate and Simon go back and forth. It was all a dream, and she woke up from that dream.

Deena laid back down and closed her eyes. Maybe she was tired enough to go back to sleep and be with them again! She laid there, eyes closed, body still, mind replaying her dream over and over again.

Tears slipped past Deena’s closed eyes as the minutes passed. She tried to take a deep breath, but when she went to exhale, it all came out shallow.

“Please please please”, her voice came out wobbly, “just five more minutes”, this time her voice was hardly a whisper. She knew she was lying. If she got five more minutes, she’d wake and ask for five more, then five more, and the cycle would repeat. Her mouth opened to plead again, but all that came out was a choked sob. She opened her eyes and looked over at the empty space. Although her tears blurred her vision, she still knew one thing; Kate and Simon weren’t there.

She covered her eyes with her hands, another sob pushing past her lips. Then another sob escaped and before she knew it, her sobs turned to screams that scratched at her throat. Screams that kept going even when her dad and Josh burst through the door. Their dad jumped in bed next to her, pulling her close, and when Deena’s body tried to fight back and thrash away, he pulled her again and pet her head, telling her that she was ok and everything would be ok. All of it seemed like bullshit.

Deena continued sobbing against her dad, as Josh stood in the doorway. Maybe Deena’s eyes were playing tricks on her, but when she wiped her eyes and got a split second of perfect vision before the tears fell again, she could’ve sworn Josh’s eyes were red too.

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