~some things you just can't speak about.~
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hazel eloise finley's old english and frankly quite pretentious name was never released to public whenever she survived the shooting at her high school. not even after the paramedics took her away with a...
Another bit of a filler chapter but a much more funny and sweet one imo. Hope you enjoy! 🩵
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The two of us took our time packing up in the morning. Hazel sipped at her fancy coffee and read while I made breakfast. Fried eggs, bacon, and toast with probably more butter than bread, just the way Hazel liked it. It was mid afternoon by the time we made it back to the dorms with plans to obviously return as soon as possible. Arms now laden with new gifts packed into Hazel's suitcase and our backpacks.
Before I could even shut Hazel's door however I heard the familiar sound of Phoebe's voice shouting across the parking lot. "Hey! Hazlien!"
My eyebrows rose in suspicion as I gazed up towards the open window, thankful for the baseball cap blocking the blinding rays of the sun. "How long have you been watching the parking lot waiting for us, you psycho!"
"Too fucking long, lazies! Now get up here! This is urgent! I auditioned for the spring showcase at Centennial remember?!"
"Fuck, I forgot about that! Oh my god, Pheebs, I suck!"
"You do suck, now get up here because I've been rotting waiting for you gays to come back!" She practically whined, her blonde head bobbing up and down as she must've been bouncing on her feet.
"You heard the man! Let's go!" Hazel giggled as took off towards the elevator, my heart lurching a bit as soon as she whirled around and nearly smacked into me headfirst. "Never mind, Justine told me the elevator's broken down, shit!" She cursed.
"Haze, be careful, don't hurt yourself!" I exclaimed with a nervous chuckle as I trailed behind her.
Thankfully despite the lack of physical therapy she barely struggled to walk on her bad leg at all. Sometimes she was a little bit wobbly but after taking a few laps she was as good as new. Sometimes I worried about her though... like now, whenever she was running up and down several flights of rickety wooden stairs full force.
I was prepared whenever she inevitably went down though, shoe catching on a roughed up nail causing her to head face first towards the ground of our floor. "Careful!" I repeated, arm catching around her waist as I braced myself on the squealing handrail.
Hazel's breath seemed to clench in her throat as her hand flew to rest over top of my own. "Sheesh, that was close." She chuckled lightly, cheeks tinged red in embarrassment as she stumbled up onto our floor. "Sorry, after improving so much you start to feel like you're invincible."
"You okay?" I tried to laugh, shaking off the anxiety as I slid my fingers into hers to help her up the rest of the way. Eyebrows knitting together as she shook out her bad leg almost like she was shaking out a cramp. "I mean, not that you're not invincible or anything."
