@Kirby

queen-kirby:

She felt ridiculous. She really was not the same person she used to be a year ago. She felt like she fell miles down of the social ladder, and hit every step on the way down. Especially now, as she was on her hands and knees gathering her compact mirror, and other silly little purse things like an empty gum packet empty, empty birth control packages, and much to her horror, unused condom packets. She made a little sound like a small animal when she saw. This was her purse from last year. She really should have emptied this out the evening before, but she lazy, and just threw in her stuff for today.

"No, no, don’t bother, really, just get out of here. You’ll be late for class." She lied. They were both here about fifteen minutes before classes started. She scooped up all the stuff she could gather from arms reach but he beat her to the condom packages. "Oh fuck," And then she saw who grabbed up her other half of her stuff from the ground. "Jesse!" She breathed out happily out of sheer relief. Jesse seemed different. Of course Jesse was, he was thinking about the last time they saw each other, not about the fact that he just picked up her expired condoms. He was utterly speechless, she could tell that much.

"Hey?" She replied back, "Can I have my condoms back?" She reached for his hand and pulled them away, laughing sarcastically, "Don’t really have an excuse to use them these days anyway." This was awkward. Not for her. Really, they were just condoms, but the encounter itself was just uncomfortable especially since Jesse was flustered and silent, now the condoms were just an accommodating factor. But she was over thinking it. Because really, thinking about contraception was better than thinking about being stuck at a police station. Kirby was gonna throw them out, but for now she stuffed them back in her purse pocket, of course the zipper to her secret compartment was broken, that was why they fell out.

"Yeah- sorry." Jesse handed over the condoms- not even aware he was holding something so awkward until she’d mentioned it. He chuckled dryly. "I mean- I don’t have a need for them. I’m like super single and my boyfri… ex boyfriend… He’s a Trevor." Jesse made a face. "Sorry, you’re basically the first person other than my mom or a therapist that I have talked to in like, six months. My words don’t work." He stood back up and starting fingering the hem of his sweater again. There was so much to say, so much that he didn’t wanna say. 

How was he even supposed to start? How’s it going, been doing well since our last outing? How’s mom? The little brother? Those knife wounds healing well? I like your hair. “I like your hair.” Jesse said suddenly. “I mean it’s nice. It’s longer. And that’s nice.” His brow furrowed again. When had it gotten so hard to talk to Kirby?

He waited for her to stand with him, debating whether or not it would be a good idea to walk into school together. They were, after all, small town famous. Who knows what kind of whispers would float through the halls if members of the Woodsboro Seven were seen talking. Taking a deep breath, Jesse banished the ideas of clandestine comments behind his back away. He deserved to have a life.. sort of.

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@Jesse

hallpass-mercer:

"What?" Robbie asked as though the number of times people asked him to politely turn off his camcorder still disbelieved him. He even laughed like Jesse just made some funny joke. "What do you have to be embarrassed about? This is my room." He laughed some more as he looked around at his gross smelling and looking bedroom, because he liked to be lighthearted and found Jesse being camera shy pretty funny. His hand reverted to his head and he flicked the switch and the blinking red light now turned off.

"Actually been a while since you came up here, huh?" He looked over at Jesse and then fell into his comfy chair and gestured Jesse to sit on the edge of his bed. "Oh, go ahead. My mom washed the sheets like a few days ago. They just smell." Because Warren rolled around the comforter smelling like Woodstock. "They are clean though." He smiled. That dumb, goofy, awkward smile of his and started playing with his stubby hairs on his chin. "I guess I should have went to your house though. Your bed is fucking comfy."

Oh, he was chitty chatty all of a sudden. Maybe he wanted to distract Jesse as much as possible from his dirty room. “Hey, sorry, how are you? This was your first day back at school, yeah? How was that? What classes are you taking?”

Jesse took a seat at the edge of Robbie’s bed, fighting all urges inside him to suggest the two of them take a walk back over to his place instead. There was a safety in knowing how many times a room had been cleaned in the past six months, a safety that Jesse knew quite well. ” You know I don’t like the medi- cameras. I’m surprised you’re still into all that.” He made a small face as if the thought of being obsessed with horror movies would be something deplorable at this point for any one of them. 

But that was the thing about tragedy- it may have changed them but life still went on. They still had their joys and love and they still had their pains. Robbie’s camera clearly brought him joy- yet for some reason being on camera just made jesse feel pain. Like he was nothing more the a character in someone else’s movie. 

"It’s been a bit, yeah. I think the last time I was here, there was a lot less ‘hawaiian breeze’ floating in the air. Not that I’m complaining." Jesse joked, cracking a small smile. "I’m good though. Well, as good as can be expected. It was a wild first day back in real life. It’s like surprise- Woodsboro is still a thing and apparently Jesse Grayson is a part of it again." He shook his head lightly. 

"How about you? How are you doing? I hear Hall Pass is viewed on at least three other devices now- and only one of them is a my Aunt Helen?"

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ooc thank God Jesse can’t read the texts between Charlie and Robbie.

He’d have total mom face.

A Lovely Charade

charlie-walker:

"Hey, yeah, you never know. The quiet but sarcastic film dude might eventually get over the things he had to do in order to save his friends." He looked back down at the table, tucking his hands under it. He got a flash of Noah’s face in his mind, the very moment he took his life. He felt sick all of a sudden, but tried his hardest to shake it off. This was hardly a new occurrence, something he dealt with on a daily basis.

"I don’t know. I have high hopes for the film geek. He has a long way to go, but he’ll figure it out." He hoped anyways. Things were so different now. Could they really ever go back to the way things were? Something even close to that? "Soon enough, his gay best friend will be calling him cutesy embarrassing nicknames all over again like nothing even happened." He smirked over at Jesse, trying to lighten the mood back up. "That much, I’m almost positive of."

"You’re not wrong there, Chuckybear." Jesse said with a small laugh. "Yeah, they… they’ll be alright. I mean, they’re survivors." He looked up at Charlie again, eyes a little more hopeful than they had been all day. "They have to be. Right?" His hope needed reassurance. He needed Charlie to tell him that they’d be fine because if there was anyone he’d believe- it was Charlie.

(Source: jessegrayson)

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A Lovely Charade

charlie-walker:

Charlie ignored the obvious parallel to Noah, deciding it was best to leave it alone. The last thing he needed was to open that can of worms. “I dunno. She seems pretty quiet, reserved. We all know those are the ones that make it to the final scenes.” He pulled a hand through his hair and resettled back against the chair. “Of course. The gay rule is the only thing he has going for him since blondes are almost guaranteed kills,” he replied in agreement. 

He let go of the lightness, the sadness starting to creep into his voice. “Hopefully the final scene doesn’t involve the survivors never speaking again.” 

Jesse looked down at his hands, feeling a sudden heaviness fall on his shoulders. “Maybe there’s a small pause. I mean.. look at that kid. He’s so blond… and gay… and he might lose a lot and not really know how to deal. Maybe he shuts himself away and… loses sight of things.” Jesse shrugged and took a deep breath. “But I mean, he’ll come around. They’ll get back to school and he’ll come to the realization that while the awesome quiet yet sarcastic film dude was his best friend at one time- they’ll need each other.”

Jesse looked over at Charlie. “I mean… they’re the only ones who know what it’s like, you know?”

(Source: jessegrayson)

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@Jesse

hallpass-mercer:

Robbie would make a lousy roommate, he thought as he rummaged through his room. His mom asked him to tidy up his room when he got home from school. Do his laundry, pick up garbage off his floor, air out his room because it smelled. Well here was his opportunity seeing as Jesse wanted to climb through his window. He pushed his window up, and opened his drapes, to really air out the musky and skunky like smell that filled his room from carpet to ceiling. He fell to his knees and dug out a half empty febreeze bottle from under his bed and started spraying like mad. He knew Jesse would flip his lid if he smelled pot.

He started coughing and looked back at the bottle. Literally his mom must have picked it out because it was called “Hawaiian Ocean Breeze” Well at least his room smelled fresh. He tossed the bottle into his trash can by his computer desk which was decorated in candy wrappers, an assortment of soda cans, two ashtrays, comic books, filming equipment and a mess of tangled up cords for who knew what. Nudey mags stuffed in his drawers and scantily clad women on his wall. It was his sanctuary and was left untouched. besides his bedroom, this was his second home. On his computer chair, at his computer desk.

He grabbed his laundry from the floor, his bed, hanging from his floor lamp, everywhere and saw Jesse from over his mountain of clothes sneak through the window! “Jesse! Sorry about this mess!” He threw his dirty clothes in his hamper, pulling one of his favourite button ups and sniffing it. Still smelled good, no stains, so he was gonna wear it tomorrow. He looked to Jesse, and turned on his camera instinctively.

The day seemed to have a theme of reconnection. Jesse had gotten to talk to most everyone he’d been pushing away as of recent and it only seemed fair that he cap the night of talking to Robbie. Out of all his friends, Robbie had probably seen him the most over the past six months as they lived next door to one another. And while Jesse was used to Robbie climbing in his window, he was happy to make the trek over to the other teen’s house if it meant seeing him and having another small taste of bitter normality. 

Upon seeing, and smelling, the room- Jesse remembered why Robbie usually came over. He caught a glimpse of Robbie hurriedly cleaning up the space as he crested the window. It made him crack a small smile, knowing that his friend would clean his room before he came over. “Hey,” Jesse said, pulling himself through the window. 

He caught a glimpse of the camera  and saw Robbie turn it on. “Whoah, hey, no.” he held up a hand and averted his face. “Off the record, Robbie. Please.”

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A Lovely Charade

charlie-walker:

"Heard that. I just can’t really get into them lately." He nodded, shoving a chunk of granola bar in his mouth. He was pretty sure that only him and Jesse could take an absolutely horrible real life situation and make a light conversation out of it. 

He followed Jesse’s gaze out toward the fountain, shaking his head. “For real though.” He pointed with his index finger to the only one in the group wearing glasses. “She’s the smart one. She has a fighting chance.” He smirked, then pointed his finger at the big-breasted blonde who was sucking on a lollipop and working on her tan. “Now that right there, is prime opening kill material.” He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his seat. 

Jesse chuckled darkly. He leaned forward and balanced on his elbows. “I dunno. She seems too easy- and I mean that in all forms. I think glasses dude is hiding something. He’s the mastermind. He hides behind this charmingly disarming exterior but really hes…” Jesse’s words trailed off as he realized exactly who he was describing. Noah. 

Clearing his throat, Jesse opened his milk up. “Anyway- we all know the pretty blond gay will outlive them all. It’s the rules, right?” He leaned back, joining Charlie before taking a long sip of his milk. For a moment it was like nothing had ever happened.  Like they’d never been in a life or death situation, like Charlie hadn’t killed someone to save his friends.

For a second they were those kids on the fountain, joking about which one of them would die first in a horror movie. Jesse and Jill always made it to the end, for some reason. It must have been the ‘smart brunette’ rule. Jesse smirked to himself. The new shiny blond gay didn’t stand a chance.

(Source: jessegrayson)

(Reblogged from charlie-walker)

A Lovely Charade

charlie-walker:

It was easily turning out to be one of the most uncomfortable and awkward first days back to school. Hell, it was easily turning out to be one of the most uncomfortable and awkward first days of Charlie’s life. An hour into the day and he realized exactly why he stayed away for as long as he did. The whispering, the weird looks. It was all just way too much. To top it all off, Charlie was actually sitting in the cafeteria, something that usually only happened on the rare days when the weather wasn’t cooperating. Even then, Charlie always had his friends grouped around him. He wasn’t sitting at a table by himself, feeling like the disfigured twin in House of Wax. 

As an even harsher reminder, the table he was sitting at had a perfect view of Woodsboro High’s fountain, with a whole different set of teenagers hanging out on it. He shook his head before starting to tear open his granola bar. About a half second later, someone sat down beside him. Jesse. He smiled sadly at the table, then forced a smirk. “Eh. Average at best.” 

"I know how you feel," Jesse said, picking up his fork to poke at his pizza- something his own parents never forgot to tease him about. "I can barely remember the last one I went to. Total snore fest." That was, in fact, because Jesse was unconscious the entire time due to being planted there after his car had been run off of the road.

He looked up through the window and out at the fountain. “It’s a shame, isnt’ it? Eventually we all get replaced by second rate K-Mart versions of ourselves.” He eyed a particularly cheerly looking blond male in the group who was far too prim and attractive to actually be at Woodsboro. “And of course they’ll be blond. Total CW style casting. It’s a shame really.” 

He used the fork to cut a small bite of pizza off of the slice before popping it into his mouth. Out of all the interactions he’d had today- this was by far the easiest.

(Source: jessegrayson)

(Reblogged from charlie-walker)

A Lovely Charade

After having received verbal whiplash from Trevor in the bathroom, Jesse spent the entire period hiding out in a stall pretending that his only love- the boy he’d given everything to- hadn’t treated him so horribly. Things were clearly bad for all of them- and It only made Jesse feel worse. He’d been fine thinking that it was just him- that he was the only one stuck in a loop of reliving everything from that night until
It slowly wore him down. But he was wrong.

Maybe Trevor was right. Maybe he should have stayed gone.

Allowing himself a few minutes of crying, the teen then took to the mirror to clean up a little. Staring at himself, he smiled softly. The redness from his emotion have his skin a nice pinkish tinge to it. The teen ran some water across his fingers and pushed it through his hair to keep it off of his face. Immediately he looked a little more open.

As the bell rang, Jesse decided to venture to the cafeteria and eat something. For some reason he felt like a little good would make him feel a bit better. Staring down at the slice of pizza and side of fries in front of him as he exited the lunch line, milk in hand, he wondered why he’d decided to eat in the most populated room in school.

Keeping his head down, Jesse scanned the room for a place to sit. There, nestled in the back corner of the large room, was a table with a single person. Someone Jesse knew quite well. He swallowed his fear and took a seat next to the other teen. “Been to any good massacres lately?” A line that would only work on Charlie Walker.

My Bad

jillr0berts:

For a second she chooses to believe Jesse, and acknowledge that maybe he’s right. Noah knew what he was doing. Jill had no idea of his plans whatsoever. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, Jesse. It’s just a lot remember. I feel all this guilt and then people think they’re being funny by calling me Sidney. You’re right.”

She nodded in agreement. “Yeah. We were a lot of things. Most of them good.” She shrugged. She could feel the tension. It was something that she hoped to eradicate between them. Jesse was an important person in her life and she doesn’t want to lose him over some murderous plan her boyfriend had. 

"Did you have as awesome a first day as I did?" she asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Jesse chuckled nervously. “So good.” He closed his eyes and shook his head a little. “Senior’s rule!” He feigned excitement and pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms over his chest. “I uh… I saw Trevor. It was pretty rough.” He bit his bottom lip, really wishing he hadn’t brought anything about Trevor up. He wasn’t exactly prepared to go over their sordid romanitic history with the same dude. 

"I dunno. I uh, I think that I should probably get going." He looked across the parking lot towards his car and shifted the weight on his feet. "Anything to get away from this school, y’know?" It wasn’t a secret that Woodsboro High School wasn’t any of their favorite places. The large memorial wall wasn’t exactly comforting.

The teen sighed and raked a hand through his hair. Thinking of whatever happened between him and Trevor that morning was making his head spin a little.

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ooc: Hey Everyone! Make sure you’re following The Woodsboro Watch gossip blog!!!!!!!

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My Bad

jillr0berts:

 

Jill felt confused after Jesse stated that he should be apologizing. “I understand. You don’t have anything to apologize for. This summer was shit and yeah.” Every time someone said Noah’s name she would go numb. But she couldn’t let that get in the way. One of her best friends stood before her. 

"Do you really think so?" she asked, trying to sound the least desperate she could. This whole summer had been spent trying to get her out of the thought that the massacre had been directly because of her. Her Billy Loomis boyfriend and his homicidal tendencies. 

She stood quietly as he talked to her. She swallowed down a growing lump. “Jesse…” She could not even begin to think about how he feels after.

"If there’s anything I know for sure, Jill-" Jesse stared, looking her in the eyes. "None of this was anyone’s fault. He made his own choices- he hurt people because he wanted to, not because of anything we did. Not him, not Courtney, no one." Jesse knew it’s what Jill needed to hear, it’s what he wished he could believe. 

There wasn’t a lot he blamed himself for- not even his father’s death. He wanted to- he reasoned with himself for hours about how he could have stopped Noah from hurting his father, how he could have done something- anything- different that would have spared him. The only thing he could think of was not trying to leave. And leaving wasn’t exactly his decision. 

"I think the only mistake we made was this summer. We all used to be so close, so tight…" The thoughts of his friends together, innocent. "We used to be a lot of things, I guess." Jesse pushed his hands back into his pockets to stop them from messing with the hem of his jacket. He thought about hugging her but something inside him held back.

Jesse put a lot out on the table in the moments he’d spend with Jill. He’d opened up wounds and they were starting to ache. The school day, Trevor, Jill, all of it was compiling together and he was starting to feel a little closed in. 

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