"Who's Tony? Oh uh—..."
danny torrance.
the lost years.
kid with an attitude.
resident school weirdo.
"Just a friend...
(who happens to live in my mouth...)"
A hard time believing that someone could like her?
Please, as soon as they get out of this hell hole, college kids are gonna be falling over left right and center.
She won't even remember Danny's face, that's howa many there'll be.
N-neither does he that's... Ridiculous?
Not that it'd be ridiculous to have a crush on her, just that— and that. Well he'd never admit.
Oh god this sounds wrong.
@bloodied_flower + remained unlit and hanging from his lip.
"And," he held his free hand out again, "We can sneak back in after hours to get our stuff."
He may or may not have been given a key by one of the janitors. That's what happens when they find you in a locker three days in a row.
@bloodied_flower + didn't want to throw him away. Now he was just trying to keep his hands from shaking and his feet from bouncing at the idea.
"Friends then." Danny quickly hid his smile with a cigarette he'd dug out of his pocket, icecream left to melt in his other hand, as the stick +
Shaking his head, the boy stuffed a bit into his mouth instead of verbally answering. He found it hard to look at people, didn't like seeing the disgust on their face when instinct told them there was something wrong with him. Wendy was always the exception. Except today.
"I +
What was it that Mr Hallorann had said?
‘All mothers shine a little, you know.’
Wendy had her ways of knowing when something was wrong. Especially when it came to Danny…
Pouring herself some coffee, she sits at the table; just opposite from him.
“You wanna talk about it?”
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𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜...lisa marie rowe⠀;⠀sociopath⠀───⠀girl,interrupted〝⠀i'm 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 the 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝑉𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐴𝑁⠀;⠀𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓
like you 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫.⠀〞
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"I—."
Danny blushed as his mom was quick to call his bluff. She hadn't even turned around, how could she know that he was bone tired?
Picking up his fork, Danny tried to smile at her before cutting into the pancakes.
"Just had a weird dream, promise."
“Uh-huh…”
She doesn’t sound convinced, not even having to take her attention away from the stove to know that he’s not being entirely truthful. Still, truthful or not, she’s setting the food down in front of him.
“You wanna try that again…?”
She’s not chiding. Just concerned.
The teen had entered the room with his teeth worrying at the skin of his thumb. A bad habit that had formed after he'd nearly kicked a similar habit.
Realizing what he was doing, Danny his his hands behind his back before sitting at the table.
"A little, wasn't too bad." Liar.
When you’re a mother of a teenage boy, you come prepared for times like this.
That’s why she made extra pancake batter.
The second she hears him dragging himself down the corridor, she’s already got the frying pan back on the stove.
“Late nigh, Doc?”
@bloodied_flower + Danny upset.
"I'm not making any sense. I guess I just thought you'd want to get away from me as soon as possible."
Seeing as he was an actual freak. Eventually he'd slip up. Make eye contact with the stray ghosts that dragged themselves through the streets. Maybe he'd make +