hellbound; cory | ACKLEY BRIDGE

DATES, DRUGS

GUYS??? 10K???? TYSM

also ackley s1 and s2 have been taken off of netflix so you better appreciate me sitting through the adverts on all4 to get an accurate plot line 😅

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i'm not dead
but this right here is heaven
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"do you ever think about how we became friends?" i asked randomly, the room empty but jordon and i, sat in comfortable silence as he stared at the ceiling.

i watched curiously as his cheeks set alight, him on one sofa and me on the other, confused at the burning blush on his cheeks. "not really," he sniffed, trying to sound casual. his head tilted to the side to face me, his eyes squinting. "why?"

"why are you embarrassed?" i laughed, standing up to go and get a drink. jordon made a burrito of himself in the fluffy white blanket i'd given to him, so his body was covered and it wrapped around his head like a hood.

" 'm not," he denied after a minute, watching me.

"well, i guess now you're a big shot boxer you'd easily beat me in a fight —"

"you didn't beat me in a fight — "

"i broke your nose!"

"i gave you a free shot!"

"that is not what happened! you said girls can't fight and i punched you in the face and i broke your nose!"

"yeah, because i weren't expecting it. you was taking advantage of the vulnerable," he joked, as i sat back down on my sofa and rolled my eyes at him.

"you're a graceful loser, i'll give you that."

"only cos ya mam scared me."

"she didn't even say anything to you! it were me who was in for it," i laughed, my chest bubbling as i reflected on the memory. i could see it replaying clear as day in my head, she were furious when she got called to school. what was i, nine, ten? and already breaking peoples bones. i was trouble from the day i were born.

"she made you come visit the hospital to see me, and she brought these proper posh chocolates, didn't she? and she told you that ya had to say sorry."

"and you said but she proved me wrong, she don't have to."

"but i would so beat you up now."

"so you admit it! it were a fight!"

jords groaned loudly, standing up still wrapped in blanket and waddling over to my sofa, flopping onto it next to me. "why'd ya have to bring this up, anyway?"

"cause i were thinkin about it. n so much changed that day, i wouldn't be who i am without you."

"you'd be better," he laughed, but something in his voice told me he thought it was true.

"i'd be lonely. and a loser. and i'd have never done anything spontaneous. i'd never have all the jokes and laughs and pranks. so shut it, i'd be boring without you."