3's & 7's
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 8:16 am
(Nutbrown continued from Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer)
((OOC: Gah. If anything about this post glares out at you, let me know. I still don't feel so good. x_x))
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Michael Hardy had said it was very complicated, why he wasn't going on the trip. Here he was, Michael Hardy, the ego-maniac party animal of Southridge High School and he was skipping out on THE senor trip. There must've been something wrong with him. In the months before the trip Hardy had been thinking deeply. He had been acting strangely, always moping around the school, listening to depressing love songs. That was about something else entirely, wasn't it? It had nothing to do with the senor trip. That's what Nutbrown had assumed so easily.
Yet he still stayed home. Michael had told no one but Nutbrown, and that was on the weekend before the trip. He had met Nutbrown outside of Shooters just by chance and asked if he wanted to hang out. Michael had been separating himself away from the cliques little by little so asking something like that out of the blue was unusual. Had he asked someone different they would have refused. Nutbrown accepted however. He didn't really care what Hardy was, or who he was becoming. It was Hardy, wasn't it?
Hardy told Nutbrown straight out the second they sat down at a table. Nutbrown's eyes kept grazing over to the dart board during the conversation but he knew the general idea: Hardy wasn't going on the trip. Family? The only family Hardy had was his brother Nick. And Nutbrown knew Nick wouldn't keep Hardy from doing anything, much less. Financial? Hardy was fucking rich. No, it wasn't that. Then what the hell could it have been? There was no reason Hardy shouldn't have gone. Did he just not want to go? Nutbrown's eyes stared at the table before asking a simple question.
It had something to do with that Van Asche, didn't it?
And Hardy stared at him for the longest time, not saying anything. Then with a smile, he nodded and said yes. And then told Nutbrown everything. He had nothing to hide. There was no reason to hold it back any longer and afterwards Nutbrown understood why he had been acting so strange for the past few months. Hardy was not the same Hardy as he was a year ago. He was different... better? No, he wasn't. He was a fool to believe that he could do anything in the world. Even though he had the air of someone who truly cared, deep down inside he was still the self-centered bastard everyone knew him to be. Only he was different. His ego had been crushed with a sledgehammer.
It all made perfect sense.
And yet, no matter how he tried, Nutbrown still didn't understand why Hardy wasn't here.
Why did Hardy have to survive? Nutbrown never did any of the shit HE did. Why did it have to be Nutbrown, Gabe, Steve, anyone here?
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It didn't matter. Not one bit. What done was done.
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It didn't occur to Nutbrown that he had just wandered into the barracks without thinking. There wasn't anyone there, which was a good thing. However, had there been someone there they would have caught Nutbrown completely focused on his thoughts and just about to run into a tree with a loud thunk. Then they would see him curse loudly and rub his head. This would have been the best time for someone to come up from behind him and slit his throat or make him suffer some other untimely demise. No people were around of course.
"Shit..."
He looked around suddenly, wondering where he was. He remembered the scene with Bobby, slitting that kid's throat as if it were paper. It brought on bad memories, memories that only made Nutbrown grimace. He grumbled, looked into the closest back (the first one of the row, in actuality) and since there was no one inside, took a seat inside. He yawned loudly, pressing his hand against his temple and yawned again.
He still had his cigarettes.He quit that shit the second he stepped on the bus and he hasn't pulled one out since. He lit the first cigarette up.
He didn't care, he was going to die anyway. Why worry? They let him keep them for a reason.
((OOC: Gah. If anything about this post glares out at you, let me know. I still don't feel so good. x_x))
...
Michael Hardy had said it was very complicated, why he wasn't going on the trip. Here he was, Michael Hardy, the ego-maniac party animal of Southridge High School and he was skipping out on THE senor trip. There must've been something wrong with him. In the months before the trip Hardy had been thinking deeply. He had been acting strangely, always moping around the school, listening to depressing love songs. That was about something else entirely, wasn't it? It had nothing to do with the senor trip. That's what Nutbrown had assumed so easily.
Yet he still stayed home. Michael had told no one but Nutbrown, and that was on the weekend before the trip. He had met Nutbrown outside of Shooters just by chance and asked if he wanted to hang out. Michael had been separating himself away from the cliques little by little so asking something like that out of the blue was unusual. Had he asked someone different they would have refused. Nutbrown accepted however. He didn't really care what Hardy was, or who he was becoming. It was Hardy, wasn't it?
Hardy told Nutbrown straight out the second they sat down at a table. Nutbrown's eyes kept grazing over to the dart board during the conversation but he knew the general idea: Hardy wasn't going on the trip. Family? The only family Hardy had was his brother Nick. And Nutbrown knew Nick wouldn't keep Hardy from doing anything, much less. Financial? Hardy was fucking rich. No, it wasn't that. Then what the hell could it have been? There was no reason Hardy shouldn't have gone. Did he just not want to go? Nutbrown's eyes stared at the table before asking a simple question.
It had something to do with that Van Asche, didn't it?
And Hardy stared at him for the longest time, not saying anything. Then with a smile, he nodded and said yes. And then told Nutbrown everything. He had nothing to hide. There was no reason to hold it back any longer and afterwards Nutbrown understood why he had been acting so strange for the past few months. Hardy was not the same Hardy as he was a year ago. He was different... better? No, he wasn't. He was a fool to believe that he could do anything in the world. Even though he had the air of someone who truly cared, deep down inside he was still the self-centered bastard everyone knew him to be. Only he was different. His ego had been crushed with a sledgehammer.
It all made perfect sense.
And yet, no matter how he tried, Nutbrown still didn't understand why Hardy wasn't here.
Why did Hardy have to survive? Nutbrown never did any of the shit HE did. Why did it have to be Nutbrown, Gabe, Steve, anyone here?
...
It didn't matter. Not one bit. What done was done.
...
It didn't occur to Nutbrown that he had just wandered into the barracks without thinking. There wasn't anyone there, which was a good thing. However, had there been someone there they would have caught Nutbrown completely focused on his thoughts and just about to run into a tree with a loud thunk. Then they would see him curse loudly and rub his head. This would have been the best time for someone to come up from behind him and slit his throat or make him suffer some other untimely demise. No people were around of course.
"Shit..."
He looked around suddenly, wondering where he was. He remembered the scene with Bobby, slitting that kid's throat as if it were paper. It brought on bad memories, memories that only made Nutbrown grimace. He grumbled, looked into the closest back (the first one of the row, in actuality) and since there was no one inside, took a seat inside. He yawned loudly, pressing his hand against his temple and yawned again.
He still had his cigarettes.He quit that shit the second he stepped on the bus and he hasn't pulled one out since. He lit the first cigarette up.
He didn't care, he was going to die anyway. Why worry? They let him keep them for a reason.