Trying to forget about the school year [log]

[not_good_not_wicked]

Who: Anyone who might have seen or heard about this post
What: Children behaving irresponsibly. Again.
Where: In the woods.
When: A balmy August night a few days before high school starts up again.
Warning: Booze.


It was a bit of a hike to get out there, granted. A bit of a hike through dark, wet forest with spooky trees. But this time Marisa had added some strips of reflective tape marking the trail to the spot.

"The spot" was at the base of a huge tree about half a mile into the woods. While most of the rest of the forest was muddy at best, this area was relatively flat and dry. You could sit without getting your butt dirty. There was an ice chest, a folding table, a campfire, a lantern, a few board games, and a bag of cookies. Hopefully, some other people brought food, because Marisa didn't.

[The next morning...]

For those who were so inclined, or for those who were too intoxicated to find their way home (if anyone drove, Marisa arranged so that someone who wasn't drinking took all the keys and kept track of them to make sure no one tried to drive drunk. She's irresponsible, but at least she's responsible about it.), Marisa's home was available for sleepovers. She could fit one or two people in her room (girls only.), and maybe three or four in the living room downstairs, though finding enough pillows or blankets might be tricky and you'll have to fight over who gets the couch.

As it turn out, both these rooms were facing east. That meant that at seven AM the sun came up, blasted through the windows and nailed the tired, possibly hungover party-goers like the wrath of god.

Comments

[wirsinddiejager]

She thinks I'm a creep.

[Which is. A lot more upsetting than it really should be?]

Uh, I mean like. The current her. She's in the numbers club too.

[drama8om8]

She. I mean she does?

[ BRISTLING... ]

Then she has unbelievably shitty taste in guys. And she's also super ungrateful and probably also ugly. Is she ugly? She deserves to be ugly.

[ Cuddletime is getting a mite more posessive. And protective. BASICALLY THERE IS MORE CUDDLING. ]

But whatever. You're not a creep! You're like one of the least creeplike guys I know. And even Karson doesn't think you're a creep now! Karson.

[wirsinddiejager]

I don't really think she's ugly.

[MORE CUDDLING IS GOOD YES.]

Karson probably would think I'm a creep if he found out about it, though.

[drama8om8]

I'm prettier. Right?

[ THE MOST DANGEROUS OF CUDDLES. ]

And don't sweat it. He's not going to find out! But I am pretty sure he wouldn't think you're a creep. He'd like. Yell at you. About the sanctity of life. But he'd still be your friend! Duh.

[wirsinddiejager]

Of course you are.

[Shhhh no jealousy needed, Mikasa is firmly in the sisterzone.]

Ugh. Not like I need anyone to tell me that murdering people is not okay. But anyway, you're right. He's not going to find out, or anyone else for that matter. Right?

[drama8om8]

[ Aww yiss smugcuddles. Take THAT, Girl Octavia Doesn't Know At All! SUCK IT. ]

Are you asking me if I'm going to blab? Because of course I won't blab. It will be our secret! Secretmurders. Secretmurders that in this case I still think were kind of justified anyway. I mean. They kidnapped a little girl, Alan, they sound pretty fucking scummy as shit.

[wirsinddiejager]

Mmh.

[There's...not really anything he wants to say to that. Sure, it might have been justified (it was) but it's still weird and creepy and not something he wants to remember.]

[drama8om8]

Uh. Well, I mean. Like. You. Uh. Anyway.

[ Oh shit she made it worse SHIT SHIT MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER OH GOD FIX IT ]

 

 

 

I TORTURED A CRIPPLED GUY.

[ /slowclap ]

[wirsinddiejager]

What.

[drama8om8]

Other me shook around a guy in his wheelchair and laughed and told him to apologise for being a cripple. I win the creeplympics. Give me my trophy.

[wirsinddiejager]

Oh. I, uh. Sorry.

[drama8om8]

And now we both have things never to tell Karson ever in eight bajillion years. We are bonding, Alan! Over our notselves being on the shitty end of the universal scale of Stuff That Is Not Okay.

Maybe like. That's what this whole deal is? We have to save the earth because like. It's atoning. Or something. For murders and rampant ablism.

[wirsinddiejager]

Yeah, maybe.

[MORE CUDDLING.]

But whatever the deal is, it doesn't change who we are now.

[drama8om8]

I. Yeah! Good. I mean I kind of like who we are now. A lot! In case that wasn't absolutely obvious in every possible way.

[wirsinddiejager]

I like who we are now too. Especially who you are.

[Cheeksmooch!]

[drama8om8]

Oh my god.

[ DSAS;GLKSFD;S. Do you know what the ~*wings of freedom*~ represent

THEY REPRESENT A GREAT PLACE TO HIDE EMBARRASSED BLUSHYFACES IS WHAT ]

You're preshing again! Where people can see.

[wirsinddiejager]

You know what, I don't even care. I'll kiss my girlfriend all I want.

[He'd kiss the top of her head all presh and romantic like, but he's kind of afraid the hair would devour him.]

[drama8om8]

[ He's right to worry. The hair likes him and wants him to STAY FOREVER WRAPPED WITHIN ITS FOLLICULAR EMBRACE NO ESCAPE FROM THE HAIR

I mean um ]

Oh will you! Sounds kind of presumptuous to me, dude. Also potentially dangerous to my health? I can't let you do it all you want or I'd never eat or sleep or whatever.

[wirsinddiejager]

Huh, that might be a problem. Or it would be if "as long as she's okay with it" wasn't already implied in the statement. I just left it unsaid because it wouldn't have sounded as cool.

[drama8om8]

Oh my god it was a joke, you unbelievable tool. And now by explaining that you wanted to sound cool, you just lost every coolpoint you possessed.

All two of them.

[ SNRKBOOP ]

[wirsinddiejager]

Shut up, I knew it was a joke! I was just. Playing along?

[That sounds legit, right? Yeah. Legit.]

[drama8om8]

Alan. I fucking-- I don't know why this is cute but it is. You are the worst at jokes and it is disgustingly adorable. Are there any jokes you get? Like, ever?

[wirsinddiejager]

O-of course there are! Sheesh, you make it sound like I'm some totally humourless loser!

[That is, in fact, precisely what he is.]

[drama8om8]

Wow, really. Imagine.

[ EYEROLL. Okay. Okay, she got this. ]

Okay. So. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Like, actually laugh. Please note that if you can't remember anything I am going to judge you just a tiny little bit. Just a bit. Little bit. Littleittlebittlebit.

[wirsinddiejager]

Uh.

[Hold on, he has to think about this a bit.]

Back at Ryan's first aid lesson thing, he suggested that we should all get t-shirts with labels like his "team dad" shirt.

[Granted, Alan's weaksauce snickering at that might not really count as actually laughing, but shut up.]