speaking of one tree hill


summary: Chris Schistad has a sister whose friend(s) are very gossip-y, as in they like gossip. Chris and Eva’s “relationship” is a Big Deal. For a Chriseva fic they are very absent. 

Thank you @/someone for giving me this idea, i read someone’s hc but i don’t know whose anymore, if you happen to read this and you want idk credit or something, link me and i’ll link it on this piece too.

warning: This is my first Chriseva fic and it may or may not suck. A lot of ocs, like a lot. Also i don’t live in Norway and English is my third (3trd) language, you can correct my grammar (please do) but don’t be an asshole. Thank you.

Mary is now in first grade, she has been for the past month. She doesn’t know if she is happy that Chris, her brother, and her never were on the same school together. She supposes she should be happy. Chris wasn’t dumb, contrary to popular believe, but Mary wasn’t a fan of the eyes that followed him wherever he went. Most of the time filled with lust or hatred. No, she is happy she didn’t have to see that.

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Styracosaurus, Raul Martin

In the swamp, sounds nestle in small spaces, curl around boggy stumps, and brighten at the turn of a corner. Birds and bugs peep and chirp from latticeworks of branches or within the folds of damp tree bark. And at the styracosaur’s feet, the water speaks and ripples out, undulating in little hills under the duckweed. 

From one tree tumbles the cry of a mother bird—tee-tee-tee-tee-tee-tee-tee—calling to let her fledgling know where the nest is. After another step, the reply of the little bird comes to the dinosaur’s ears—ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee. The baby is not far from the mother, just hopping up the next tree over. 

Dragonflies hover by, their beating wings like origami songs. The sizzle of the flies that sip vapor from the nostrils is less lovely. 

Under a mossy branch, black insects with stubby antennae rattle a mechanical pulse. It’s an alien sound, almost too precise and fast to be organic. The bugs hush when the dinosaur nears. Their timpani are not tapped for his pleasure. 

You ever heard the expression ‘The best things in live are free.’ Well that expression is true.’ Every once in a while, people step up they rise above themselves sometimes they surprise you and sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes. It can push pretty hard but if you look close enough, you can find hope in the words of children, in the bars of the song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you’re lucky, if you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.
—  Nathan Scott a la the writers of OTH