Westbane

Episode 9. 28 The Originals

Picklewood Patridge

Picklewood never shared her weed, or ever allowed anyone from school, or otherwise, into her home, but today, she made an exception.

After Elfrida's visit, she had started her own personal research, writing and drawing things in the first journal she had gotten in her 18 years of existence. She didn't want to think about the fact that she used up all of her savings to get the journal.

And it didn't even help that she was as high as a kite while she wrote.

"What are you even writing in that journal?" Asked Jacob from the position in which he laid on her bed, completely naked with only a white sheet covering his lower half, as he let out the smoke in his lungs. "You've been scribbling on it since like—forever."

"It's my new family." She answered, scribbling away.

There was silence for a while, before Jacob decided to speak again. "Where's Barney these days?"

Picklewood shrugged. "Last we spoke, she told me she'd be spending a couple weeks at a friend's house."

"And your dad?"

"Probably getting drunk in a bar somewhere."

"So, it's mostly only you here?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you okay?" He asked out of nowhere.

At this, Picklewood looked up at him, raising a brow. "Just because we fucked, doesn't mean you get to ask shit like that. We're not friends."

"You're sharing your weed with me," he pointed out.

She rolled her eyes, looking away from him, back to the journal.

When she didn't respond, Jacob began to sit up. "I mean no harm, Pickle. I've just never seen you like this... I mean, you're not a happy, lively person, everyone knows that... but—I just noticed you've been worse than you usually are. And you might think we're not friends, but I know we are. Even if we really aren't, I treat you like one anyways"

She sighed, biting her inner lip.

She had skipped school for almost four days straight, and Jacob was the only one to check up on her. She didn't have friends because no one wanted to be close to the girl who was dysfunctional because her family and home is.

She knew everyone, and everyone knew her... but she wasn't friends with them... she had never had a one-on-one conversation with anyone from school, talking about life or any other personal things.

She didn't like Jacob, hadn't even thought of him in that way before, but one thing led to another, and they were making out on her bed.

She knew she still wasn't over what Carly had said to her that night, she could still feel her heart break at the thoughts. She hadn't been expecting to get her heart broken for the second time by the same person.

And she just wanted to forget. About Carly, her shitty family and her fucked up life.

Elfrida had brought the perfect distraction, and she found herself getting lost reading more about the supernatural side of Westbane.

"I love staying alone... Barney says I'm an addict and she literally always complains when I whip out a lighter." She heard herself say. "At least when she's not home, I can do whatever I like without wondering if I'm hurting her with my actions."

"She probably just cares about your lungs." Jacob pointed out.

"Psh... I know she does... I care about my lungs too... I just hate my life too much to want to protect it."