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He sat with his back resting against a fallen oak,    occasionally his head would lull foreword and rotate to the left,    IRONICALLY the pendulum motion of his fatigue the only thing keeping him awake.    Their location would be considered idyllic in any other scenario;    two miles south of the nearest highway and soft ground flattened by weeks of rain only to be dried in yesterdays heat.   Something gave way to the east,    a breakneck crack in the undergrowth forewarning the two of company            “ hey --- "          Jeremy stirred no longer crippled by lassitude           “ --- put out the fire. Something’s coming. ”

considering  i  just  brought  my  stefan  back ,   i  figured  i’d  do  the  same  with  jeremy  .   FUCK  IT . 

featheredhcpe:

“ Wait up -- ”           he called after his best friend ,   swiping the beer from her grasp like a practiced line - backer making the steal .   He knew of the property she had in mind ,   he’d read about it in a sticky brochure he’d found in the cable car that she’d refused to touch .           “ --- You’re right ,   It’s not far --- uh --- ten minutes ,   maybe ? ”           wishful thinking from the guy in the  t-shirt .

He swigged from the can and passed it back to her ,   pausing to examine the prints           “  --- hey ,   you remember that movie we saw last weekend ?   With the Martian ?  –  weird huh ? ”           he  jested ,   raising his flashlight from the   ‘ MARTIAN TRACKS ’   spotting  the lodge ahead           “ – I guess we made it ,   Lil . ”

theirfate:

Jeremy weaved in and out of the attendees like the digitised snake on Nokia’s classic game .  He made it to the porch and stood in silence ,  drinking his beer and revelling in the closest he’d been to peace in forty-five minutes .  Through one of the four-paned windows he could see the partygoers ,  guzzling alcohol and throwing shapes to overplayed music as though their very lives depended on it .  HELL , MAYBE THEY DID .

he’d decided not to attend tonight’s revelries .   school dances were much the same ; chart music ,  hormones and over sweetened punch .  instead ,  he’d sat in front of the television ,  playing his xbox on  ‘ beginner ’  mode   –   at least that way he could achieve something tonight .

at seven thirty he’d been physically hauled from the house by elena ,  by eight he was on his third cup of punch ,  each serving had been further diluted with cut-rate vodka causing the once over sweetened beverage to taste more like paint stripper than cherry soda .

since his arrival at the dance he’d stood on the side lines ,  eyeballing the crowd like a kid hooked on finding waldo in his infamous striped sweater .  when he finally saw her ,  that paint stripper rose in the back of his throat in an acidic upsurge of horror .  SHE WASN’T ALONE .

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jeremy stood beside an oversized keg with the words   ‘ go timberwolves ’   smeared across the metal in a thick ,  red paint .   he filled his cup ,   took a nerve settling mouthful and entered THE TEEN CESSPIT OF HORMONES .   he made every effort to keep to the borders of the party ,   the centre was like a rapidly draining plughole ,    once you were in ,   there was no way out .  he settled in a spot with his back to the wall and watched the animals play .   at parties like this, physical time became immaterial ,   periods instead were measured by song length OR DRINKS   ---   he did it himself ,   he was two thirds of the way through his beer before he saw her ,   rebekah mikaelson.   he smiled the eager boyish smile awarded to every male with a crush and approached her ,    getting to within  ten feet when he realised his sister was also circling the festivity   –   bad move.

theirfate

lagaudiiere:

he glanced over his left shoulder as she approached ,  his face displaying a hangdog grin and his eyes lit with excitement        “  something like that.  ”        when she sat ,   he turned to face her        “  so you come here a lot ?   --   ”      he closed his eyes ,  embarrassed by his own choice of opening .    men across the globe would be raising a glass for their fallen brother in his novice attempt at communicating with the opposite sex        “  I uh – I just mean you seem to know the place. ”        A SAVE ?  PERHAPS .    he glanced at his beer ,    atop of the usual cloud-like foam there was a pinguid scum ,     not dissimilar from the filth one would expect to find on stagnant puddle        “  – right . ”        he swallowed thickly ,    somewhere deep within his gut that beer wanted out ,      his stomach churned as though he’d gone four rounds on the drop tower at the mystic falls summer fair ,    he swallowed again and admitted defeat        “ I uh --- excuse me -- ”        he disappeared from the bar at a comical speed ,    just managing to make the men’s room before vomiting a stomach full of foulness .    whatever save he might’ve made earlier was certainly void now .

featheredhcpe:

they stood on the porch ,      battered by the snow like dandelions in the wind .      jeremy wore a black hooded jacket   –   the shape of which distorted by an unopened beer can weighing down his right pocket ,     he tugged his hood up over his head and watched.

the front of the lodge was dressed with high shrubbery ,     the kind that was squarely pruned by an underpaid gardener ,      in front of that wild open fucking nature .      something moved within the trees ,      it weaved from one naked sapling to another .      instinctively jeremy edged forward ,      eyes narrowed in a bid to see through the blizzard but all he saw was sweeping , empty forestry .      he realised Lily had spoken and relaxed        “  – huh? ”         he put down the  ‘ sighting ’  to night blindness and stepped towards her ,       realising what she’d said           “  --- yeah  ‘cause that’s gonna happen  –  hey ,      come here. ”          he tossed his pocketed beer aside ,      surrendering his jacket and only source of warmth to lily .      he draped it around her shoulders .     “ where we going ? ”