carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

36 | ok

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[thirty-six]
charlie goes downhill
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After the incident the day before, Martine had done a fabulous job of never leaving Sadie alone and annoying the everloving shit out of her.

"Marty, I love you, and I cherish you very much—but this is really inappropriate," Sadie muttered as she sat on the toilet.

"There's nothing wrong with making sure you're okay!" Martine insisted, one hand fixing her lip balm in the mirror while the other held onto Sadie's under the door of the stall.

Sadie sighed before flushing and going to wash her hands. Eventually, the two of them stepped out of the bus station's bathroom, joining the rest of the students that were milling around.

Right when Martine had come to pick her up with their luggage, she'd given Sadie a fierce hug and clung onto her ever since. When they'd gotten off of her moped, she'd immediately held her hand and guided her to the rest of their friends who had already arrived and waited with the few other students that were there as well. When questioned, she acted like nothing had happened and shrugged off any accusations of Sadie dying. Sadie thought she could escape Martine and her clammy hands by going to the toilet, but alas.

"You do realize Matisse isn't here, right?" Sadie sighed as Martine linked their arms once again. "Marty, I'll be fine!"

Martine scoffed. "You may be fine from him, but I didn't hear about any other boy helping you! Anyone besides Descamps and his friends, anyway..."

Sadie bit her lip at that, taking a second to glance through the crowd of students that was slowly building. The big day had finally come, and everyone was bumbling around the town's local rinky-dink bus station that would get them all set for their field trip. It was fifteen minutes before all of the forms were set for departure, and the majority of her class was already here: Felbec, Applebaum, Pichon, and a few other boys were together next to the benches; Simone and Michèle were gossiping near the front desk by the chaperones; and Lamazière and Belkacem were talking with a big group of boys from Martine's form. After a bit of searching, she could finally see Joseph and his friends messing around a bit farther away from where her own friends were, giving her the time to spend with just the girls before they were all separated for the next few hours.

"I'm just glad you still have some guys I can trust in your form," Martine huffed.

Sadie tried to change the topic. "Yeah, like Belkacem? Or should I say, Ahmed?"

But Martine just shook her head. "Nah, that's done."

"What? But it's only been a week!"

"I know, way too long," Martine tittered, "He's nice and very good looking, but it was never anything serious."

Sadie shook her head in disbelief. "I don't understand you, sometimes. Belkacem is probably one of the few good boys around."

"I don't need a good boy, Sadie, I need fun. And fun will be had this week! Belkacem and I would be idiots to restrict ourselves to each other when there's a whole new world of possibility on this trip."