a story in which a
family, split apart by a
divorce, gets half-
reunited after an...
𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 set of
circumstances.
how will y/n get
accustomed to this
entirely new lifestyle,
living with her father and
brother?
and how will her new
cl...
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【 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈】─ ❝ it seems that i forgot how to care about anything but my own despair. . . ❞ ♪ ˎˊ-
✰ .~* ꒱
🔎
[ 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ]
( 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 )
a h/c-haired boy runs, head down, out of his black 1994 ford f-150 svt lightning with two backpacks, one arm strap each slung around both of his shoulders. the premature autumn snow pelts down as he darts up his close friend's driveway. he makes it to the door, knocking it twice and ringing the doorbell once. tears stream down his grimaced face as he waits for an answer, but he wipes them away with the back of his hand before anyone could see.
"what are you doing h-!?" his friend's mother opens the door, catching sight of the puffy-eyed boy briefly in the action, and abruptly puts an end to her words. she takes a barefooted step out from the confines of her home and reaches out a hand to comfortingly pat at the back of the boy, lightly pushing his saddened form inside.
b/n keeps his head down, sobbing silently; he wouldn't have given his cover away if only he had his head angled a bit lower and kept quiet, but instead he let out a small, crackly: "thank you."
kelly smiled curtly, accepting his gratitude with a nod. "you can stay for as long as you want... the boys are upstairs, but feel free to help yourself to whatever you need." and there, she left the boy with a gentle squeeze to his arm and retreated to go back to sleep, but not before knocking at douchebag's, or dovahkiin's, room, notifying him as to who it was at their door this late at night.
it wasn't long until he and tweek—the swoopy-haired brunette's current project partner, that they were definitely going to fail at—came out of the former's room, putting their homework on the back burner, and slowly trudged down the stairs with concerned faces. tweek was first, settling his hands atop his soddened-faced best friend's shoulders; but to be completely honest, the random ticks that came with his attention deficit disorder was not at all soothing b/n's episode.
tweek skittishly guided b/n to the couch, settling right beside him. dovah, though, silently retreated to the kitchen and began rummaging through his refrigerator and a number of cupboards.
"oh, sweet jesus! i can't take this kind of pressure..." the bright blonde haired boy whisper-yelled but quickly covered his mouth to muffle exactly what he was saying, believing it to be insensitive to the situation. so, instead, he starts up again by interrogating in an attempt to make b/n forget what was just uttered. "w-where were you today?! douchebag, butters, and i were s-so worried about you..."
