“I don’t know what’s worse, all the unwrapped and uneaten candy or the fact that someone just told me I remind them of Criss Angel. First of all, I’m handsome and second, it’s not magic“.
“This sounds like a knock off version of that fairytale with the witch and the candy house. You’re not trying to eat children are you?”
Dustin: power of positive thinking and a strong will
Cyrus: can talk to dead people, but still doesn’t believe in ghosts, just thinks it’s the voice(s) inside his head
“okay, i know i’ve been told i have a childish personality, but waitresses giving me children menus at restaurants is kinda getting out of hand. i don’t think i look like i’m twelve or under.”
“I know the feeling. I’m actually 25.”
“Oh, grow the fuck up. You don’t get to dismiss me just because someone else also thinks you need a reality check. Sit down, and suck. It. Up. If you’ve got an issue with me ‘rubbing salt in the wound’, then use your head next time. And speaking of wounds, how are exactly yours doing? You actually listening to medical professionals? Doing the smart thing and taking it easy? Or are you being the usual combo of stubborn and reckless and deciding ‘fuck it’? Oh, and since you mentioned them, have you realised that sure, you lost your phone and laptop, but you also wound up in hospital? Or did the concussion knock thatlittle detail out of your head? I know perspective beyond your precious research or whatever must be a little tough, but give it a shot, yeah? It might take a bit for you to realise that you’re lucky you actually got to a hospital, and that your injuries aren’t as bad as they could’ve been, but I’m sure you can get there eventually.”
“Whatever you say, Mom. I was gonna ‘fuck it’ until my dad put me on lockdown because he doesn’t trust me and personally flew across the country to pick up his trainwreck of a son and make sure I didn’t try to skip out on him. And I’m fairly certain he’s tracking me with this new phone. Yes, I’m aware I was in the hospital, I just don’t know how I got there. I don’t think you realize how big of a deal this is. And yes, I got kicked and beaten to the point I’m not 100% sure what happened, but you have no idea what I’ve lost. My entire life was taken, my future, everything. I had job opportunities on there, I had my crime videos on there, I had my book on there. I’m sorry I’m too caught up on worrying about my stuff that I will never get back, to worry about the concussion, cuts and bruises I’ll recover from in a few weeks. So many years of my life are gone and down the drain, and I will probably never be able to recover everything I’ve lost. All that time wasted. I’m sorry I would’ve rather been within an inch of death because I would’ve lost a lot less.”
“Kindly explain to me in what universe totally ignoring self-preservation makes sense. Seriously, Cy. I’d like to know your reasoning. Is it something in the water? In the air?”
“I’ve gotten enough of this from my dad. I was stuck in a rut, needed some air, and going to the place I was writing about seemed like a good idea. And now I’m out a phone, computer and all my research, and I really don’t need salt in the wound.”
“Or I could not be a complete idiot and decide a shady alley that someone has probably been stabbed in is where I want to write an essay. Weird concept, I know.”
“It made sense at the time.”
weird is a common t-theme in my family. Uh, he accepts it. dad taught us from a young age to sometimes call him mom so….he’s fine with it.
So I’ve come to notice. I call my dad mom ironically and he gets all butthurt. Whatever works for you guys.
“Okay, if you’ve got any world-shattering revelations about New York, now’s the time to tell me before I move there and can’t turn back.”
“You could get beat up and robbed in an alley.”
I-I do but my dad insists on celebrating for my papa since he’s more of the ‘mom’ figure between them. Papa also insists that father’s day is for dad so they b-both get days of their own.
That’s weird, but I guess it makes sense. But wait, do you guys just cross off where it says mom, she or her on cards, or does he just accept it?
A-Am I the only one who thinks mother’s day shopping is hard?
I know I got kicked in the head really hard, but I’m at least 75% certain you have two dads.
It was only a matter of time before Cyrus’ lifestyle caught up to him and he got hurt. In his eyes, if you didn’t take any risks, there was never any reward. But there is a reason most people play it safe when it comes to dangerous situations. It’s safer. But Cyrus has an all or nothing personality and has never half assed anything. Especially when it came to investigating.
It was around the time of final papers being due, and Cyrus was in the middle of researching for his investigative journalism class; his favorite. And as every good investigator knows, you need to see things for yourself and not just take what people say at face value. So he went out to some shady alley in a bad part of the city so he could get into the headspace of both the victim and suspect. He also planned on sitting down and writing there, but his plans were cut short.
Cyrus was able to sit down and get the opening of his paper done before he was interrupted by loud voices and the sound of a struggle. He stayed quiet and went relatively unnoticed until he dropped his phone and suddenly everything went silent except for the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. And that’s all Cyrus remembers.
He doesn’t know what happened after that, all he knows he is woke up in the hospital a little while later badly bruised and with a severe concussion. Also his phone and laptop were missing, which was honestly what he was the most upset about because his entire life was on those devices.
He’s in the recovery process now and still has to take it easy, but he’s a stubborn ass who didn’t listen to his doctor’s instructions.
“Pretty much everything in that bag of yours was useless to me, except the fifty dollar bill I found in there. I was able to sell your english paper to another freshman though for a hundred dollars, so I guess not everything in there was completely useless. You can have your backpack back now, I would buy yourself some new pens though since I took those. I hope you don’t mind Dusty, I was running low on pens.”
“What? There was money in there? ... My paper was already graded though, who would pay for that? Wouldn’t it be weird if someone turned in a paper with a grade written on it already? I liked those pens though. I hope they run out of ink.”
“How awful! Did you check lost and found? Maybe you accidentally left it somewhere and someone turned it for you.”
“You think someone would’ve turned it in?”
“Okay, you are either talking to yourself or talking to me and honey, I sure hope it’s the first one so I don’t have to explain how little fucks I give.”
“Well... I tend to talk to myself mainly because I don’t have too many people who would listen...”
“Because I drew giraffes yesterday?” Fawn grinned, nodding as he went on. “If they confused the bag with theirs, then there should have been another one nearby. You’re probably right, it was probably for the paper airplane blueprints. Were you in the cafeteria? All you’d have to do is find a way to check the security footage. Heck, I’ll help. I can pose as the distraction so you can ninja your way inside the office. Or the other way around.”
“That’s a good reason,” Dusty said, smiling to himself since it wasn’t the answer he was expecting. “I’m fairly certain there wasn’t, because I don’t remember anyone sitting near me. But I don’t blame them if it was the paper airplanes, I’ve mastered making them and I think I’m a professional at this point.” He paused for a moment thinking about the girl’s plan. “Really, you’d help? Are you implying actually ninjaing our way in? Because I can do flips and stuff. Or maybe that’s a better distraction? I don’t know, I’m new to the whole delinquent thing.”
“My notes would definitely not help someone graduate, I drew zebras all over my last page. They took your whole bag, though? Are you sure it wasn’t an accident?”
“Zebras? Why zebras? Granted, I had airplane doodles and how to make the perfect paper airplane, so that’s just as random. Yeah, they took my entire backpack... but it would be weirder if they only took part of it... but back to what I was saying, I’m not sure. I was eating lunch and went to throw my stuff away and when I came back it was all gone. Maybe someone thought it was theirs, maybe they thought I wasn’t a tiny freshman or was smart, who knows. They could’ve just wanted my paper airplane blueprints, they were pretty good.”
“I know the end of the school year is stressful and all, but to whoever stole my backpack and took my math book: I hope my doodles, pens, algebra 1 notes and my freshman english paper help you graduate.”
