the neat shop

The Zodiac Signs After Buying New Clothes

Stuffs them under the bed/in the closet: Taurus, Gemini, Aquarius, Pisces

Hangs them and then sleeps for an hour: Scorpio, Capricorn

Actually puts them away properly: Aries, Cancer, Libra, Sagittarius

Plans out future outfits using the clothes and organizes them: Leo, Virgo

the losers club as seniors

richie:

  • has been planning senior prank since he was a freshman
  • has participated in senior prank since freshmen year, but everyone knew that when trashmouth became a senior, his prank would top all pranks
  • is hailed by all as a fucking legend
  • teachers don’t want him in their classes, and when they do get him, they pray
  • except the english teacher, bc he’s full of bants and thinks richie’s sharp tongue is fantastic
  • has large hipster wide rimmed circular bright red glasses that bill brought from new york for his birthday- richie loves them (and he knows how fucking expensive they are)
  • richie and eddie have been together since sophomore year
  • richie still makes fun of eddie’s fanny pack, and kisses his pout off all the time
  • smokes with beverly at free period
  • draws on the walls all the time, and the janitors have stopped painting over them because the ones that aren’t dicks aren’t half bad
  • has a joke of the day in the school paper
  • spikes drinks at all the dances, always gets caught, always escapes detention, with help from mike, who has football training on the pitch outside the detention classroom
  • plays a mean game of basketball
  • he worked at the ice cream store over the summer, and would hook everyone up with free ice cream, except for mike, bc he’s vegan
  • always has a spare inhaler in his left back pocket
  • spray painted his bike bright pink (and bill’s for april fools, but he secretly loves it)
  • someone called him lady boy once and eddie fucked up his face so much that richie had to stop him and take some stuff from eddie’s fanny pack and clean up the asshole
  • asshole never spoke to him again
  • richie loudly sings kids in america out car windows, bothering stan so much. so. fucking. much.

beverly:

  • always chewing strawberry gum
  • dating ben since junior year, always goes to the record store and listens to old music with him
  • secretly loves the library
  • all the guys (and maybe two or three girls) have massive crushes on her but her heart belongs to ben
  • favourite class is english, she started reading more when she visited the library over the summer (that’s where stan and ben worked)
  • rants to bill all the time, and taps her foot when stressed
  • she hid all of the pens in the school with richie once- chaotic evil?
  • let her hair grow out a little more, but then cut it when it got caught in someone’s fingers during a soccer game
  • heavyweight drinker, always plays drinking games with stan, also surprisingly a heavyweight
  • owns a leather jacket that her mom gave her, that belonged to her grandpa- wears it all the time and looks like such a badass with it over he swishy dresses and cowgirl boots
  • she worked at the record store, the diner, the gas station- just a whole bunch of little jobs
  • punched a guy for fake wheezing in front of eddie
  • richie punched him too of course
  • eddie just took a puff from his inhaler and stuck up his middle finger
  • all the girls admire her so much- she started a feminism club and had an advice column in the paper
  • captain of the soccer team, and the best player in the school- including the boys
  • i mean, she has the highest goal average per game in derry!?
  • has a funny joke lighter that bill bought her when he visited new york- it’s a molly ringwald lighter that you flip the head off for the flame
  • she loves it just like she loves her leather jacket

stan:

  • shotgun, no matter who’s driving
  • if a look could kill
  • richie would be dead 70 million times over
  • stan worked at the library over the summer, so all the Derry grandmas, book loving children, and a few in between love him
  • walking home, passes ms. smith’s house on the corner of the street?
  • walks in for a visit, comes out with seven cookies and a kiss on the cheek
  • but stan loves it
  • stan asked bill out at the beginning of sophomore year, and bill hadn’t stammered his answer
  • what i mean by that is that bill just kissed stan
  • in front of derry high school, in the middle of the gym, after bill’s basketball game (he and richie were varsity starters at 15 years old!)
  • but everyone just clapped, because stan was well loved and well feared by plenty
  • stan helps tutor some of the kids at the elementary school down the street, with maths and science
  • he an ben are best library bros for life
  • he know the dewey decimal system, morse code, and was now fluent in french and hebrew
  • has his coffee black because “i need to be energized through you bullshit, richie!”
  • watches all of the loser’s games, mike with football, beverly with soccer, bill and richie with basketball, and eddie with baseball, while he studies
  • he colour codes everything- a lot of the girls ask him for tips or to borrow his nice pens
  • he has a little golden bird hanging on a chain- a gift from bill when he visited new york

eddie:

  • started playing baseball after he confronted his mom, came home tryout day with a scrape, totally freaked the fuck out, but made the team
  • he’s the Derry star pitcher, but still keeps an inhaler in his pocket
  • he also has rubbing alcohol, bandaids, pain killers, and a spare inhaler in the dugout
  • he loves his baseball cap (he washes it every other day)
  • chews mint gum (which richie loves)
  • has a baseball shaped fanny pack that bill brought back from new york for him
  • he started wearing converse- but everyone wore white ones, and eddie swore he could SEE the bacteria crawling, so he bought red ones that he kept clean
  • he still wore his velcro shoes occasionally, of course
  • he worked at the diner over the summer, and the bosses loved him because he kept the place squeaky clean
  • no food complaints because he also flipped a mean burger
  • the losers would come and spend hours there, waiting for eddie’s shift to end and putting in quarters into the jukebox 
  • eddie always requested Come on Eileen, by Dexys Midnight Runners
  • eddie always borrowed richies large shirts and would give them back washed cleanly and folded neatly
  • he’s very familiar with the school nurse (the old one left after eddie exposed her unclean nurse-ly ways)
  • richie had asked him out sophomore year and eddie had whacked him with his fanny pack because richie was drunk and had beer stains down his front
  • he tried again the next day and eddie accepted because he was sober and CLEAN
  • eddie loves going to the children’s hospital, even though the germs freak him out and he takes all the right precautions, but he loves talking to the kids and telling them stories about richie and beverly’s wild antics

mike:

  • american football legend!!
  • everyone wonders who’s gonna get his jersey when he graduates, because its just,,, wow!!!
  • stopped homeschooling and transferred to derry in freshman year- he met the loser the summer before, and begged his parents to transfer
  • he’s vegan and he makes GOOD vegan food that sometimes beverly mooches from at lunchtimes
  • he didn’t work during the summers- because he worked at the farm after trainings or school at home
  • loves photography
  • has collages everywhere
  • he has someone in the development store that gets him polaroid frames cheap
  • he has collages in his locker, in his room, has his pictures in the paper
  • he put his really stupid photos up EVERYWHERE for a part of the senior prank- pictures of dick drawings on the wall, a dog taking a shit, just his really stupid ones (with plenty of convincing from richie)
  • has some neat polaroid frames that bill brought from new york
  • wasn’t mad at ALL when richie spray painted his bike mint green
  • “I love it!! that would look so nice in the photos!!”
  • smoked once, choked and puked
  • “that was rancid, bev! you’re inhaling a freaking tar pit!!”
  • bakes really good cookies
  • can fight when needed
  • someone made a jab at ben once and mike was put in detention for 2 days for breaking the guy’s nose
  • helps richie out when he has detention
  • principals and teachers love him- always does his homework, always answers questions
  • except for spanish
  • mike fucking hates spanish
  • “I’m not moving to freaking Mexico when I’m older, ok??”

ben:

  • works at the library over the summer, and discusses books over mike’s cookies with the librarians and sometimes stan
  • listens to all sorts of music on his walkman, dances around as he shelves the books
  • writes poems and short stories for the school paper and the derry paper
  • he tutors some of the elementary kids in english, and helps the aspiring writers get their pieces in the paper or the library bulletin
  • has a separate notebook of poems about beverly and the rest of the losers (but mostly beverly)
  • the notebook was from bill, from new york
  • loves the smell of cigarette smoke and strawberry- but not too much
  • he goes to the bakery and brings muffins for everyone before school starts
  • ben drinks tea instead of coffee
  • loves big sweatshirts, has a whole bunch
  • his favourite pair of socks are superman socks
  • EVERY ADULT IN DERRY <3 BEN 
  • he knows a neat little coffee shop that has second hand books and really good lemon squares
  • but he likes meeting at the diner eddie works at more, because bev always plays new kids on the block for him
  • has a lighter in his pocket for beverly, because he knows that she’s not gonna stop, and wants her to be happy (which is really strange)
  • his hair is always really neat, and doesnt like it when people ruffle it
  • the most rebellious thing he’s ever done was partake in senior prank and put moldy stinky food in the teachers room and lock the door 
  • he was scared shitless he was gonna get caught\
  • but only richie, beverly and bill got in trouble
  • mike broke them out, with some support from ben
  • school mascot, can backflip, front flip, cartwheel and roundoff the FUCK out of the pitch

bill:

  • went to new york, brought something back for everyone
  • admired by everyone in the school
  • all the elementary kids call him big boss bill
  • very much in love with stan
  • plays shooting guard in basketball
  • lightweight drinker, stan always has to carry him home if richie throws a wild party
  • writes short stories and essays for the school paper
  • doodles in all the classes, never focuses, still passes
  • teacher wonder how he does it
  • co captain of basketball (with richie, but only because richie has a higher basket average than him, but bill can actually lead)
  • drives- not too slow, not too fast, and very responsible
  • once backflipped off the first floor onto the pitch because eddie said he would’ve been too chicken
  • sprained his ankle, never did something that stupid again
  • class president
  • learned how to play mahjong
  • very good at it
  • stammers still, but only when he’s nervous (which is actually a lot of the time, cause the losers are dangerous little shits)
  • worked at the grocery store over the summer, everyone in derry knew him
  • if he likes you you get special discount on the junk food
  • buys pens for stan all the time
  • always listens to music for about thirty minutes pre-game
  • watches all of eddie and mike’s games, as well as beverly’s
  • substitute school mascot for non basketball games
  • all the girls love him and his bisexual ass, but his heart is stan’s
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You Trust Me, Right? pt. 5

Prompt: You’re a friend of Jacob’s–you’re basically his PA, like Harrison is with Tom. You’ve been able to hang out with them a lot and after a while, Tom started to develop feelings for you.

Warnings: tattoos/piercing (if you’re offended by those), Tom being a wuss

Tags: @yourgayonlinemom, @bubblyanarocks3, @broken-pieces, @yessy2012


YTMR?      YTMR?2       YTMR?3        YTMR?4


After her trip to England, (Y/N) returned home and Tom had scheduled a visit to the US for personal reasons rather than professional for once. Seven months later, he was finally going to see (Y/N) again in a way other than FaceTime or video chat. Excited, he flew to the airport closest to her hometown where she would be waiting to pick him up, however the surprise would be on her. Secretly, he had contacted (Y/N)’s mom who had snuck into her daughter’s apartment, packed a week’s worth of clothes, and remained hidden at the airport terminal Tom’s plane was arriving at. 

As soon as he stepped off the plane and through the gates, just as when they met up in England, (Y/N) rushed towards him and threw her arms around his neck, her hands twisting lightly around the curls at the base of his neck.

“Hello love,” he smiled as his arms draped around her hips. Over her shoulder he could see her mom and quickly waved her over. “I missed you so much,” he sighed before pulling away and placing his lips lightly against hers. 

“(Y/N),” her mother quickly cooed in the most embarrassing tone across the terminal.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” she gasped and quickly jumped out of Tom’s arms causing him to laugh and wrap his arms around her as her arms pressed against her sides. His chest pressed into her back and he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“You forgot your bags at home, honey,” her mother smiled as she rolled a suitcase toward her daughter and handed her a backpack as a carry-on. 

“Forgot my what? Tom, what’s going on?” she asked, turning around and looking at her boyfriend.

“Tom called a month ago explaining his plan.”

“Plan? What plan?” she asked as she turned around in Tom’s arms to face him.

“Have fun,” (Y/N)’s mom called with a wink. “Be careful.” With those last words, she left her grown daughter with the Englishman both had come to love as family. Confused, (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows at Tom only to have her bags whisked away by two men whom Tom began to follow.

“Thomas Stanley,” she called with a giggle in her voice. “What is going on?” Slowly, a private jet came into view and Tom’s arms slithered around her waist. “Tom? Are you going to answer me?” she asked as he tugged her toward the plane and followed her up the steps and into the cabin, unable to keep his eyes from the sway of her hips. She stopped short of entering the cabin and stared at the inside of the jet in awe.

“Come sit with me, love, and let a secret remain a secret,” he called while patting his lap with a smirk on his lips. (Y/N) smiled as she lowered herself onto his lap and placed her lips against his.

“You do realize that we’re together because you told the one person who is worse at keeping secrets than you your feelings for me, right?” A smile formed on Tom’s face as he gazed at her. 

“I can’t wait to spend the next few weeks with you,” he muttered against her skin. The plane started to move and Tom could feel her body tense in her arms as she tried to slip away from him, only to have his arms tighten around her. “You still hate planes, don’t you,” he sighed, “even with me here?” His large brown eyes flashed up at her like a puppy’s and his lips fell slightly into a pout.

“You make it better,” she smiled and nestled her head against his shoulder as the plane began to soar through the clouds.


Tom couldn’t keep his secret for much longer and, as their plane lowered from the sky to reveal the New York skyline and (Y/N) brought her hands to her head in excitement, he saw the ink on her arm. He managed to keep his mouth shut about it until they reached their hotel room and she pulled her thin jacket off her shoulders, revealing her arm.

“When did you get that?” he asked.

“When did I get what?” she asked, turning away from the panoramic window in their hotel room.

“Your tattoo,” Tom finished as he ran his fingers along her skin, hardly able to feel any of the bumps from where the ink was put in her skin. She smiled as he stared at her arm with an adorable grin on his face.

“I got that one half a year ago, I think,” she said while tucking her hair behind her ear.

“This one, what do you mean this one?” Tom questioned her while raising his eyebrows.

“I’ve been busy since you haven’t been around,” she smirked.

“Did it hurt?” he asked rather hesitantly. She shook her head and offered a light laugh. 

“If anything it tickled,” she stated. “Why, have you been thinking about getting one?” Tom shrugged and walked toward the bed then laid back and stared at the ceiling.

“I dunno. I have thought about it a lot but I’ve never considered going through with it,” he said. (Y/N) slowly made her way toward the bed and laid down beside him.

“You know, my cousin went to school around here and she got her first tattoo at a pretty neat shop on Broome.” She could see interest spark in his eyes but then become masked by apprehension. “Let’s go check it out,” she smiled while pulling herself from the bed and feeling Tom sit up behind her.

“On one condition,” he said while pulling her back to him and positioning her between his legs. “I’ll go if you promise to show me where the rest of your tattoos are.”

“I didn’t know you had an ink kink, Tom,” she smirked and slipped away from his grasp to slide her shoes on. Excited and hesitant, he followed her lead.

“I do not have an ink kink,” he sneered as they neared the elevator causing an elderly woman rounding the corner to slowly approach the couple with her eyes narrowing at them accusingly. (Y/N) laughed lightly into Tom’s chest as they entered the elevator.


Upon entering the tattoo shop, the cleanly scent and continual buzzing of tattoo guns echoed through Tom and (Y/N)’s ears. As the shop experienced a lull in appointments, the owner came over and started to talk to Tom as (Y/N) hovered over the case of piercings. “Have you finally been talked into getting that tattoo?” (Y/N) asked Tom while walking back over toward her boyfriend and the tattoo artist.

“Not yet,” the owner said with a small chuckle. “What about you? Ready for that piercing?” (Y/N) nodded, followed the man through the shop, and sat down on the chair. Tom watched as she sat boldly and prepared to have a 16 gauge needle shoved through the center of her ear. The piercer was positioned behind (Y/N) and Tom stood in from of her. His face contorted into disgust and concern as he watched the tip of the needle slide through her skin, be pulled completely through her conch, and then have the barbell inserted.

“Did that not hurt?” he asked with a tinge of shock in his voice.

“No, not really” she said with confidence, hoping to convince him to get the tattoo he’s been wanting. (Y/N) could see the anticipation and excitement in Tom’s eyes as they flickered from the ink on her skin to the tattoo gun nearby.

“And you said your tattoos didn’t hurt either?”

“I got mine in places that wouldn’t be very painful, I don’t know where you’re planning on getting yours but I think they are worth it.” Hesitantly, he swallowed hard as he glanced over at the shops owner who was cleaning up his work station. “What?” she said with a snickering laugh. “You trust me, right?”

“Okay, let’s do this,” he said and the owner motioned for him to jump in the chair (Y/N) had just been in and took off his shoe.

In a Town Called Darling

Sad that The Walking Dead is ending for the season next week? Not looking forward to a summer with no Negan, no Daryl, and no Simon? Still missing Merle? Don’t worry; we’ve got you covered!

Introducing Darling

Darling was the kind of town that could win competitions for its beauty. Neat rows of shops all freshly painted, lawns trimmed, flower boxes overflowing. Kids went to school, people worked hard, and the local sheriff had been doing the job for over ten years without complaints. But despite its picture-perfect beauty, Darling didn’t get out of town visitors. There were no happy families staying at the motel to take a stroll around the pristine streets because at the edge of this town with its whitewashed churches and a rail line that divided the very rich from the ordinary was a building, all grey concrete with a metal gate and a sign that said, ‘No Trespassing’.

The men that met in the cover of these walls called themselves the Saviors, but they weren’t men of God. They were men of metal, the tarmac of the road, and the freedom of the ride. Saviors MC, Georgia. Ride, Fight, Survive.


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If you like Negan, Daryl, Simon and Merle. If you like drama, angst, fluff, romance and smut. If you like our favourite TWD men in a biker AU world then please follow this new blog and reblog the post. Let us know that you want it; once we reach 200 followers, we’ll start posting prequels that give you a glimpse into the world of Darling! 

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A slice of forever

A little shopping trip

It turns out it’s surprisingly easy to plan a wedding when you live on different continents, if one of you is Serena Campbell bored half to tears by being forced to return to work only part time.

There was only one thing that Serena refused point blank to do. She was lying in bed, a lazy February morning lie in, with Bernie snuggled into her shoulder, when she mentioned it.

“I’m not buying your wedding outfit, Bernie.”

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So I finally finished cleaning this up after however many months, and I’m pretty happy with the result!

Also, if I were to sell these as stickers and/or acrylic charms once I’m able to open a shop, how interested would you guys be?

The Return - Strawberry Frosted

More about Lars returning to Earth after Wanted, now feat. the Cool Kids.

As before, major spoilers for Wanted, especially “Off-Colors” and “Lars’ Head”

Chapter title courtesy of @qapleulia

Read other parts of The Return [here]

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I Was So Scared (Evan Hansen x Reader)

Warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol mention

A/N: Yooo, I’m in a hella Evan mood today. And before you ask, yes, I’ve “totally” been to soooo many parties before, yup, I’m the partier. Literally, all I did was write what I think goes down. I don’t actually know. I’m more or less Evan in this situation, don’t judge me okay? I’m pretty sure this is gender neutral. I try to make these fics enjoyable for everyone y’know? Sorry if this is shitty, it’s kinda late. Requests are open B. 

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Oh boy, you really did it this time. You did a real bad. You hadn’t meant to make him feel like that, but all it took was for one wrong sentence and it all turned to shit. You had to fix this. 

It all started when Jared invited you and Evan to his house for one of his grand end of the year parties. These parties were always huge. Literally the entire school showed up to these things. You could’ve sworn that kids from other high schools were at it last year.

“Evan, (Y/N), you guys coming to my party this year?”

Evan swallowed thickly,

“Uh, I-I don’t know. I’m not really a… party person.”

You were always the life of the party. You loved to dance and just let loose every now and then and just forget all of your worries. You immediately turned to him,

“Aww, come on, it’ll be fun. It’s not a party if you’re not there, Evan.”

Jared scoffed,

“(Y/N), you are the first and only person who will ever say that.”

You rolled your eyes at him and and turned back to Evan. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes knowing he couldn’t resist. He glanced down at his feet and sighed.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

You beamed at him and clapped him on the shoulder. You weren’t super close to Evan until this year, but you never really knew how deep his anxiety was… until this party.

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You arrive at Jared’s door with Evan by your side who was nervously shifting from one foot to the other. You could already feel the music blaring in your ears. You take one look at Evan and smile.

“Hey, I’m really glad you came here with me tonight. I know this isn’t really your scene, but I just want you to have some fun, you know?”

He awkwardly smiled back at you and bit his lip. He trusted you a lot and he just hoped you wouldn’t leave him to fend for himself. He watched you knock on the door and he could feel his anxiety coming up in his throat. He tried to hide it when the door swung open and a very drunk Jared was behind it.

“Heyyy, you fuckersss actually made it holy ssshit.”

You laughed at how he could barely stand on his two feet. You would definitely have to take a picture later. Jared stepped aside to let you and Evan walk in. Just then you felt Jared tug on your arm.

“You know, i-if you get bored of Hansen, you know where t-to find meeee.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Jared, go to bed, you’re drunk.”

“Workin on it.”

You watched as he stumbled into the crowd of drunk teens who were either dancing half naked or playing beer pong. Yup, seems like a regular party. Now all that was needed was someone throwing a dresser out of the window from upstairs. Or maybe some idiot will light a firecracker and burn down half the bushes in front of the house. 

Evan swallowed nervously and you just tugged on his wrist. You dragged him over to the booze and poured yourself a drink. Evan felt very out of place and scared. What if you drank too much and passed out? What could he possibly do without getting you or him in trouble? 

“(Y/N), m-maybe we could go somewhere else? Like maybe the park or something that’s less… um, crowded?”

Evan tried to give you hints that he wasn’t feeling okay. In fact, his anxiety was through the roof, but he didn’t want to disappoint you. But you were in your party zone, you didn’t know that he was basically melting down in front of you. You just shrugged and took another sip of your beer.

“Evan, we just got here. Grab a beer and try to enjoy the party. C’mon.”

You poured him a cup and handed it to him. He looked at the cup in confusion. He slowly grabbed it from you and took a shaky sip. He immediately spit it back in. That was a taste he never wanted to taste again. You just laughed at him and he nervously chuckled.

You walked outside where kids were swimming and playing beer pong. You walked over to Zoe and Alana who had just gotten beaten by two boys in the game. Zoe glanced at you with wide eyes.

“You got Evan to come?”

Evan just stood there, awkwardly trying to catch his breath. You chuckled.

“Hell yeah I did. He’s already had two drinks since we got here.”

Zoe and Alana smiled at you both. Evan wasn’t really sure why you lied like that. He tried to focus on the skyline in the distance. His breaths are now pants and he just feels like running away at this point.

You tugged Evan back into the house. There was now a boy doing a kegstand in the middle of the living room. Jared was cheering on whoever the boy was. You pushed your way to the front. You watched in awe as the guy was just chugging the alcohol. You even cheered with everyone else.

Evan didn’t get it. He had no idea why this was so fun to everyone. Getting drunk never was appealing to him. You tapped on Jared’s shoulder.

“I’m doing that next.”

“Holy sshit are you serious?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Once the boy shifted himself onto the floor and threw his hands up in the air in victory, you stepped up to the stand. Two guys stood on the sides to help you. You placed your hands on both sides of the barrel. The two boys held your legs up and you heard everyone around you cheer for you. 

Evan stood there in confusion. You were into this too?

You finished and everyone cheered and congratulated you. Jared pushed Evan forward.

“You up, Hansen?”

“N-no! I’m not doing that!”

“Don’t be a pussy, dude. Just do it.”

Evan scoffed at him and made a beeline for the door. He had had enough “fun” for one night. He sat on the porch and called Connor in hopes that he would get a ride from him. Evan couldn’t tell if he was more mad or upset. He just knew he wanted to go home and forget everything about this night.

Connor eventually answered Evan’s texts and Evan was on his way home. The car was silent. Connor didn’t want to pry. He knew Evan was not happy, but he left him alone for the time being.

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You opened your eyes and tried to recognize where you were. This definitely wasn’t your room or house. You glanced around you and saw Jared sleeping next to you.

Wait. You and Jared didn’t..did you?

You held up the covers. Relief washed over you when you saw that you still had your clothes on. Had he carried you up here? 

You swung your legs out from underneath the covers and walked out of Jared’s house. You had a killer hangover and now you had to drive home. Good thing your parents were gone. You sat in the car and couldn’t help the feeling that you were forgetting someone… rather someone. 

EVAN!

You didn’t see him in Jared’s house. You texted him.


To: Evan

Hey, did you get a ride this morning?


He didn’t answer. That’s weird. He usually responded within at least 5 minutes when you texted him. You hoped for the best and drove home.

You got a text from Connor when you entered your room. You sat a glass of water and some Advil on your bedside table. You laid down and looked at the text.


From: Connor

What did you do to Hansen last night?

From: Me

I didn’t do anything. I just took him to a party. Did you take him home last night?

From: Connor

Yeah and he was scared out of his mind.

From: Me

Scared? Why?

From: Connor

Probably because you dragged him to one of Kleinman’s parties. Did you really think he’d have fun there? He was shaking in his seat when I picked him up.

From: Me

Shit, I had no idea…

From: Connor

You better fix this


He was right. You swallowed the pill and glass of water and raced to Evan’s house. You needed to make sure he was alright. How could you do this to him? You were so adamant about him having a good time that you didn’t even see the signs. The nervous breathing, the wanting to go somewhere else, the not making eye contact with anyone… it was so obvious. 

You turned the engine off and ran to his front door. You knocked on it and waited patiently. No answer.

You walked up the side of his house and tapped on his bedroom window. Evan opened it and stared at you. You climbed in and put on a fake smile.

“Hey, you never answered me.”

“(Y/N), I’m not in the mood to hangout right now, okay?”

“Look, I know I was a shitty friend last night, but just hear me out, please!”

Evan began walking away. Your voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Do you hate me?”

Evan looked down at the floor and started to sniffle. You sighed.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Evan. I didn’t mean to ignore your feelings. I had no idea that you really didn’t like parties or just being around that many people. But of course I was too caught up in my own fun that I could force you to have fun, too. I’m really sorry Evan.”

When he didn’t answer, you turned and headed for the window.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I was just so scared…”

You looked back at him. He wasn’t making eye contact with you, but he was facing you. You walked over to him and pulled him in for a hug. He buried his head into your shoulder. You both just sank down to the floor and sat there.

You rubbed his back as he cried.

“I shouldn’t have agreed to going to Jared’s party.”

Evan lifted his head and rubbing his nose.

“I was scared that you were going to leave me.”

“Leave you? For who?”

“Everyone at the party was more your speed and I’m not. I don’t like crowds and parties like you do. It would’ve made sense for you to leave me behind.”

“Evan, you’re my friend and I don’t leave my friends behind. I’m sorry for hurting you and I swear that next time, we can just stay here, order pizza, and watch movies until we fall asleep. Or we can go to that park you mentioned.”

Evan chuckled and hugged you again.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

“Anytime, Ev. Hey, I think I saw a neat ice cream shop down the road from here. Let’s go.”

You, once again, dragged Evan by his arm, but this time, he gladly followed you.

Headlights Fading (1/13)

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