𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭.

𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀: 𝘼𝙒, 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙀'𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎!

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

THE HUMAN HEART IS HALVED— IN WHICH THE RIGHT SIDE DEALS WITH DEOXYGENATED AIR AND THE LEFT SIDE TRANSFORMS IT INTO BREATHABLE AIR. pure air calms the body, allows the human to breathe. for indigo, music is all she needs.

even in her name, she was made of music. indigo; the shade of late night where star-crossed lovers wished for whatever god to let them love freely. cecelia, after the roman saint who adored the arts fiercely, and especially music. then, her last name. logan meant hollow, and that's how indie's music made banks feel. it's like he got sucker-punched to his gut, doubled over and dumbfounded by how powerful her words were. he'd begged and pleaded with indie to share her talent with the world long ago, only to be met with a harsh glare. banks scott is the one privy to indigo's music, an honor he wears proudly.

so, if music was all indie needed to survive, why couldn't she finish this fuckin' song? she's hunched over at her desk, balls of paper decorating the surface and the floor beneath her. the logan house is silent, which only makes indigo struggle more. her parents dedicated their lives to help others around the world in the peace corps, and indie wishes she could be more like them. not wasting time on writing stupid songs. yet here she is, wrestling with words. fucking words! and it's not like she can call banksie, who's stuck weightlifting with nathan and their dad as punishment for nathan's failed seven-footer, and let's face it, indie doesn't have any more friends.

"to you, i'm just a man... to me, you're all i am... where the hell am i supposed to go?" the melody came easily to indigo, a simple tune that stuck throughout her school day and continued to hum whilst strolling around the halls. the lyrics continued to bite her in the ass, groaning when the dumbass words kept floating around in the barren house. indie pinched the bridge of her nose, "i am so done with this. 'm gonna move to montana and be a fisherman because this shit is so stupid." she shoves at her notebook, clambering off her desk chair and plopping on her bed. the unmade sheets welcome indie happily, and indie would've immediately settled in to watch a movie, had she not landed on a stray hairbrush under the covers. "ow! i've gotta stop leavin' shit in my bed when i get ready for school..."

with the almost song now forgotten, indigo pondered what to do with the remainder of her evening. she could send an SOS message to banks— their own get-out-of-jail card so he could come and entertain her. but, indie wasn't that cruel, even if he was imprisoned with his father and evil twin brother. (nathan scott wasn't really evil, just a dick. yet, it didn't really matter to indie.) glancing around her bedroom, indigo admires the haphazardly hung posters and curls her fist when seeing her guitar. she did love music; just not right now when that stupid song kept pissing her off. rolling over onto her stomach, indigo held her chin in her hand and pursed her lips. what was there to do?

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"OKAY, MY DOG'S NAME WAS FLYNN, MAY HE REST IN PEACE, AND MY MOM'S MAIDEN NAME IS VANDERBILT, SO MY PORN NAME IS FLYNN VANDERBILT!" indigo couldn't tell you why she was walking around town with lucas scott and haley james; but she actually fell into their dynamic easily. haley and lucas shared a bond similar to her and banks, plus indie found lucas much more tolerable than banksie's other brother, anyway. haley laughs, "a new addition to dawson's freak! flynn vanderbilt, alongside rocket roe and bunny brigard!" joining in on her laughter, indie exhaled in relief while lucas chuckled.

if the scott brothers were a typical family, it seemed as though each boy would fit in their order perfectly. lucas, the somewhat broody eldest son who had a thirst for something bigger than himself. nathan would be the rebellious middle child, charismatic and always up for a scheme. then, of course, banksie as the baby brother. never got in trouble, the one you couldn't deny. but, life didn't always work the way you wanted it to, and indie wonders if that was for the best.