@ofspoonbalance trust was a funny word to him. he didn’t trust anybody; he’d seen what goes on behind closed doors, behind the scenes. shady shit, that’s all it ever was and had been.
“ do I have much of a choice?
you could drown me right now
and say it was an accident. “
“ Are you sure this whole ... water shit is actually helpful? I don’t mean to question a man of such high intelligence but it feels pretty useless. “
If he came off as mean, he hadn’t meant to. Alex had been discouraged, beaten, trampled. Life was kicking his ass, but he was —
@DoucheSurvivor “ Being cooler than them isn’t hard to do, “ Alex wittily retorted; he could feel his stomach turning, he couldn’t be sure from what, but it was an agonizing ache. One that made him want to double over into himself until he disappeared from the world.
He didn’t, but he wanted —
@DoucheSurvivor “ We’re friends, I hope you like me, “
Alex hadn’t even came out to himself, yet, so the fact that someone else would even allude to it completelyblew past his boozy mind.
“ You’re a cool dude. A little fuckin’ angry, sometimes, but cool. “
@DoucheSurvivor The blond might’ve been borderline blackout wasted, but he was still sensible. Screw his stupid brain and it’s talent at hyperfocusing.
“ What? C’mon, you can’t do that, dude. It’s fucked up to get someone on edge like that and drop it. “
@DoucheSurvivor As the liquor began to kick in with all of it’s might, Alex grew wobbly; eyes half lidded and glossy, struggling to keep focus with the party’s blasting noise.
“ Uh, okay.. ? No promises. “
@DoucheSurvivor Worth knowing? That’s a little much.
If anything, Alex would rather be outcasted at this rate. Save himself the time and drama.
“ Funny, I’m a total nerd. Maybe I should go find Steve Harrington. “
@DoucheSurvivor With a sharp eyeroll, Alex retracted his hand and sought balance elsewhere.
Brows then furrowed, hazey mind trying to process each word that spilled so rapidly from Tommy’s parted brims as he leaned back against the wall.
“ Who the fuck is Steve? ”
@DoucheSurvivor A stumble forward, hand latching onto the other’s shoulder to maintain stability. Alex had already been buzzed, his latest action merely pushing the boy far over the edge. He wouldn’t remember this, surely. Wouldn’t remember a damned thing.
“ What now?
You finished it off. “
@DoucheSurvivor The blond had to catch himself on the wall nearby, legs struggling to sustain his lengthy physique. His knee had a hard enough time sober.
“Yeah, that’s it—.
Keep it going.”
He wanted to forget. Wanted so badly to leave his own horrid life behind, forget it and move on —