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AU: Dreams

Hey anon! Thanks for your submission. Let me know if you also would like Chris and Mr Keating :)

Charlie: Vivid dreams about the most random things and they jump all over the place - each weird bit is inspired by something that happened or something that he saw that day. Sometimes he does have some…questionably intimate dreams…. He has no shame though and will gladly share them at DPS meetings. They’re very incoherent and nobody can follow the storylines.

Neil: Dreams of being an actor and receiving awards and nominations at the Oscars etc… He also has recurring dreams about his father sending him away to military school without warning so he never gets to say bye to the others (not being able to say bye to Todd hurts the most). He’s very awkward about sharing his dreams and just keeps them to himself, ashamed because he thinks he’s never going to get to a point in his life where he’s in charge.

Todd: Anxiety kicks in and he dreams about different events from his past and what would have happened if anything was slightly different. He feels guilty when he wakes up, thinking that he’s changed the course of time forever until he sees Neil walking around, humming as he gets ready for the next school day. He also dreams of alternate realities where Neil and him would be able to grow old together without homophobia. This gets worse after Neil died. Sometimes when the boys find him sobbing or isolating himself (emotionally/physically) he opens up.

Knox: Dreams of winning the fight against Chet and being Chris’ night in shining armour. That’s literally it. He only dreams of different scenarios of which he’s won her over and they live together and raise a family, otherwise he can’t remember a single dream. He gets shy about it when he’s around Chris but accidentally blurts out segments of his dreams every now and again.

Meeks: He doesn’t actually dream, or at least he can’t remember them. The last dream he remembers having was a night mare from when he was around seven. It was a monster chasing him around in the middle of the night, hence why he’s lowkey afraid of the dark. He tells the boys this at meetings but they don’t believe him and accuse him of having devilishly dirty dreams lmao

Pitts: Many embarrassing dreams about tedious things like giving speeches in front of the class and tripping - or bashing his head on the top of a doorframe in front of Mr Nolan. None of them really have a deep meaning; he’s just very afraid of doing klutzy things. One time he had a dream that he and Charlie were infestation and he slipped into a hole, underneath the ice and drowned, so that wasn’t fun. He shares them sometimes but mostly keeps them private.

Cameron: He hardly sleeps because of Charlie but when he does, they’re pretty lame dreams. They’re about being announced as valedictorian or being promoted as boss by his father at his snobbish family business. His more exciting dreams are about Charlie someday being suspended or being kind to him. He thinks he has fantastic dreams and doesn’t hesitate to share them with the group although they’re bored of him and let him know that.

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GINNY X CHARLIE (IMAGINE)

(𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬,

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬’𝐬 𝐞𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥—𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧!)

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“𝙂𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙮…”

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢'𝘴. 𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬-𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, “𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣.”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘕𝘦𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘗𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺.

𝘍𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘦𝘪𝘭, 𝘺𝘢𝘸𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

“𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚? 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙧.” 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘵, 𝘗𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, “𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤?! 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣… 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢!”

𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘥'𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘴. “𝙄-𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙… 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙋𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙉𝙪𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘈𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦, 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦: “𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪..” 𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳.

“𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘝𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢.

“𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚? 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜?” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘶𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺’𝘴.

𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤.

“𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“𝙂𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮? 𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤?” 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺. “𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚!” 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦: 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

“𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙞𝙩. 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙚 𝘿𝙞𝙚𝙢!” 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

“𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴.

“𝙂𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩.” 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥.

“𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?!” 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. “𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙫𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜?!!”

“𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚.” 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴.

“𝙅𝙚𝙧𝙠!” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺; 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺; 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

“𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙬𝙚’𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩.” 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. “𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚… 𝙑𝙞𝙧? 𝙑𝙞𝙧..” 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵. “𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙖! 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙮.”

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. “𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙂𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮!” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦.

“𝙈𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝘾𝙝𝙖—“ 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, “𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚. 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙭’𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙎𝙤, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴.

“𝙐𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬— 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙡’𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚?” 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩.

“𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.” 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥.

“𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙?” 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯.

“𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚. 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮?” 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘥’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.

“𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪?” 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭.

“𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

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Unpredictable (Knox x female reader)

Requested: no

About: Knox spots you while you were on Welton grounds and you two become friends and all.

Warnings: none

A/n: I’m writing this as if he didn’t meet Chris

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Originally posted by marielle-heller

You had wondered into the grounds of Welton Academy. It was on purpose since you new they had a lake that stretched for miles surrounded by trees. You wanted such for your painting however for your art class project. You had asked your brother over the phone many of times in the last week if there were any blind spots so you could sit outside and not get caught and he found it for you. It was also a work day for the teachers so you had the day off unlike the boys of Welton.

You had brought a sketchbook to draw in what saw so you could take it back home and make a bigger painting of it. You sat in the location told to you and pulled out you sketching pencils. It was nice outside and honestly you could sit there forever.

Knox was using his free period to walk outside while his friends did their own thing. That’s when he spotted you. He looked around seeing if anyone else had noticed you, seemed not since you were still on Welton grounds.

You hadn’t even noticed that behind you just over a slight hill that there were tons of boys wondering around. You were focused drawing trying to get it perfect.

“Excuse me.” Knox spoke, he didn’t really know what to say to you. Obviously he knew he didn’t have to say anything but he was curious.

You jumped at the sound of a guys voice breaking your focus. You turned to face the boy who had found you, nervous of what was about to happen. “Yes?” You questioned.

“What are you doing here?” He asked almost wishing he had said anything else.

“I’m drawing this.” You answered while pointing to the scene in front of you. “And hopefully I can finish if you don’t tell on me.” You added hopefully that he wouldn’t.

“No, no I won’t tell.” He replied nervously while walking down beside you and sitting next to you. “I’m Knox.” He introduced himself.

“(Y/n).” You introduced shaking his hand. “Knox…” You spoke trying to remember why the name sounded familiar. “Of course your Knox Overstreet!” You exclaimed finally piecing it together. “my little brother talks about how cool you and your friends are when we talk on the phone.” You stated smiling at him.

“Who’s your brother?” He questioned now curious.

“(Y/b/n), it’s his second year here so you might not know him as well as h knows you.” You answered putting the pencil in your hand up.

“Oh, no I don’t think I do.” He replied a little embarrassed that you now new of him but he didn’t know even your brother.

“It’s fine, I mean this school is huge so it would probably be a miracle for you to know everyone.” You stated while looking out at the scene you had been drawing.

“That’s really good.” He said looking at your sketchbook.

“Thanks, you can look at it if you want.” You replied handing it to him. He started to look through it. “I have to do a scenery painting for my project in art class and I remembered the lake here when we came to drop off my brother. So I had him find me a blind spot so I wouldn’t get caught.” You spoke but felt the need to stop because he probably didn’t care.

“These are good. Is this what you want to do? I mean like painting and all?” He asked honestly amazed.

“Yea, it’s what I want to do but I’m not allowed to do other than as a hobby.” You answered a hint of sadness in your voice.

“I understand that, your looking at a future banker here. No other career allowed.” He acknowledged how you felt.

You gave a weak chuckle, “guess we all have expectations we have to fill.” You hated it, having your life shaped for you.

“Yea my father says ‘if your future is layed out for you you’re lucky because it means life is figured out for you.’ But I don’t think that’s so.” He stated laying out on the ground placing both hands under his head.

“I don’t think so either.” You replied looking at him. “Because life, it’s like fate unpredictable.” You added looking back at the view in front of you.

“Yea.” He agreed.

The two of you understood each other, of course his friends all felt the same too, but this was different like you were meant to meet. He couldn’t explain the feelings inside of him except in one way, love. From the moment he saw you he felt it and now just from talking to you he knew that’s what it was.

“Knox, what is it you wanted to be?” You asked turning to him just as the bell rung from the building.

He sat up almost in disbelief of the time. “Is it already two?” He questioned looking at his watch. He stood quickly gathering his things, “it was nice to meet you (y/n).” He said to you as you stood up.

“You too Knox, maybe I’ll see you again.” You smiled hopefully and he stopped what he was doing for a second.

“Maybe here after school tomorrow? Or I could sneak out after and meet you.” He stated the second part more calmly than the first as you chuckled and wrote on one of your blank sketchbook pages before ripping it out.

“Yea um I go to Ridgeway.” You replied blushing. “Here, it’s my number in case you want to call.” You stated handing him the piece of paper.

A blush moved onto his face as he folded it up and put it in his pocket. That’s when he looked at his watch again, “I have to go.” He stated sadness in his voice.

“Don’t need to be late.” You noted with a smile on your face.

He smiled back and started walking to the front of the building before he stopped. “And to answer your question, I want to be a writer.” He answered before turning back the way he was going.

You left not long after he did. Your whole bike home you thought of Knox. How could you not? He was sweet and understanding and cute.

In his last class of the day Knox’s friends wanted to ask him where he had been since he was a minute late to class, but they’re teacher didn’t like talking without permission so they waited.

As soon as they dismissed his friends started in on questions. “Why were you late?” “Where were you free period?” “Who’s Number?” The last question was Charlie, of course he noticed part of the paper sticking out and pulled it out of his notebook for everyone to see.

“I met a girl.” He blushed and his friends pried wanting to know more. “Her name is (y/n).” He smiled staying her name.

“And are you gonna tell us any details?” Meeks asked, he was nosy but he was curious.

“I was just wondering around and I made it to that blind spot by the lake and she was there, drawing the scenery. So I talked to her, she’s amazing and she has a little brother that goes here.” He stated still smiling, “and I’m gonna see her tomorrow.” He added.

“That’s great!” Neil exclaimed.

Knox wanted the night to come and go, he wanted it to already be time to see you again, but he had to wait and this time he liked what the future had to offer.

He smiled and whispered, “Carpe Diem.”

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So this is long wow but I hope you guys like it it just had been in my head for awhile

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Thanks so much! You sound lovely!

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Originally posted by fuckmewithyourtoespj

I ship you with Todd!

The two of you would make the most adorable couple! The two of you certainly have a more shy part to your personalities, therefore getting the two of you together was quite a problem! The poets would notice him sneaking glances as you from across the room, smirking to each other whenever they saw him looking at you. After weeks of this Neil was the one who confronted him, obviously pushing him to ask you out! 

However, Todd was way too intimidated by you and couldn’t imagine himself in your league. Eventually Charlie was the one who got the two of you together, he literally yelled across the room if you wanted to go on a date with his friend Todd. He blushed like mad, but you obviously accepted! You better believe that he would be grilling Knox on how to act around girls, seeing as he is the only one who has managed to take one on a date successfully!

As your relationship progresses you start to see each other come out of your shells. He loves the fact that you trust him enough to be your authentic self. And soon the two of you are giggling together over your countless inside jokes, which the rest of the gang find extremely confusing! Every time you laugh at one of his jokes, his eyes light up. He thinks your laugh is the most beautiful sound in his world. 

Sharing book recommendations is a common thing between the two of you. Literally as soon as you have finished a book and put it down, you find it in Todd’s hands the next day. He treats your opinion like it is the only one that matters, therefore he hands you every piece of poetry he has ever written for review, blushing ferociously when his work is about you! He listens to your critiques and really appreciates them, you are both pushing each other to pursue your goals. 

The song I associate with the two of you would be ‘Weird Science (Don’t Leave My Arms)’ by Current Joys! 

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it’s quarter past one, the perfect time to romantacise what life i could be living right now instead of the dreary one in which i lead instead. oh, to rush my nonexistent tight knit friend group over to a cave in the middle of the woods on the grounds of my private boarding school in vermont and recite poetry famous for its homoerotic subtext as i exchange sly looks with my lover in late 80s.

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headcanon that in the autumn of 1989 the losers go to the movies to see Dead Poets Society beacuse it was the movie everyone was talking about that fall

•Richie at first was like “this looks so lame” and stuff but by the end of it he was the one crying the hardest. Eddie holds him while he sobs.

•Stan and Mike both agree that Neil and Todd were in love and this only makes Richie cry harder.

•Bill, Beverly, and Eddie develop a huge crush on Robert Sean Leonard( Neil) much to Richie’s and Ben’s dismay.

• Stan and Richie think young Ethan Hawke ( Todd) is cute as fuck but Gale Hansen( Charlie) is plain hot.

•Ben gets really inspired by the film and says he wants to be just like Mr. Keating

•Mike feels really happy because finally a movie about books !!! He goes to the library to find all the poems mentioned in the movie

•Richie insists that eveyone starts calling him Nwuanda lol

• They all get inspired to start their own dead poets meetings in the clubhouse , they recite the same Thoreau verses and even find a poster of the movie that they hang on one of the walls there

• Bev insists that they all read at least one poem or novel by a women because while the movie was okay there was not a single mention of women’s work and she is a feminist queen.

•(feel free to add more)

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