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all roads lead home :: mav & brad blitz Dec 29, 2023 20:25:20 GMT -5

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Post by ᴥ on Dec 29, 2023 20:25:20 GMT -5

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It's a violent waking.

Feeling floods back in through my fingertips all at once, nerves and neurons firing off like a fucking firework show. I'm curled up on my side, hands clutching my heart and gasping for air like I've just run a mile. The air is strangely sweet and - "Why am I sticky?"

I'm in a sea of shattered glass and pooling crimson. It stains the palms of my hands, quickly seeping into the nice 'sorry-your-brother-died' sweater I'd received on his birthday last year. Whatever it is, it's not mine. There's no aching wounds demanding my attention, other than a soreness on the back of my head. Not enough to be fatal, for some reason I'm sure of that.

On a whim I dip my finger into the mystery liquid, letting it drip onto the tip of my tongue. Tart, but mostly sweet like- "Cherry juice?"

Oh great.

I'd passed out in the goddamn grocery store.

If I think too hard on the strange dream I'd been having, my vision goes black on the edges and that's pretty scary so I move on from that train of thought quickly. I allow myself to wallow in my watery grave for a few moments more.

And then,

Life moves on.

I groan as I push myself up on my elbows. "You're kidding me." There's another body, slumped against the shelf nearby. "Whenever something goes wrong, it's always you."

Because of course Brad fucking Bradford would be here, dressed in the cringy uniform of this shitty grocery store.

I flop back into the pool of cherry juice. "Shoot me."

Last Edit: Dec 29, 2023 20:29:24 GMT -5 by ᴥ

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all roads lead home :: mav & brad blitz Dec 29, 2023 23:30:57 GMT -5

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Post by arx on Dec 29, 2023 23:30:57 GMT -5

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I had woken up early that morning because I had traded shifts with my coworker, Kylee. Her daughter was sick. My momma made sure to send extra soup with me in a dish for her before I left. "Momma, we traded shifts. She won't be there." I try to keep my voice hushed so my brother doesn't wake up.

Ultimately, it was decided that I would walk home the long way after my shift. I even thought maybe I would use part of my paycheck to get a few other things. Maybe enough ingredients to make a pie. Not that I know anything about baking, but I do know what pie is. It's good, tasty, made out of lots of stuff- did I mention tasty?

That's kinda all I remember before waking up to a familiar face.

"Maverick?" I shift against- "Ah!" My skin felt sticky, my palms sinking into glass, my nostrils full of the smell of cherry, cherry, and uh, um-

"Are you alright? Wh-what happened?" Maverick. "Shoot me." I blink at him, still a bit dazed. But also I was supposed to be doing job and jobbing. "Sorry, sorry, I apologize. Are you alright? I-i-i-" Well, I swallow embarrassment and breathe deeply, getting lost in familiar eyes as I stand to continue my sentence. "I just had the strangest dream."

I laugh, rubbing sticky cherry juice and hopefully no blood into my hair. "Oh, heh."

"I was supposed to make a pie later." Seemed like explanation enough as I helped him up and patted him down.

"I run on the road, long before I dance under the lights."

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all roads lead home :: mav & brad blitz Dec 30, 2023 0:18:57 GMT -5

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Post by ᴥ on Dec 30, 2023 0:18:57 GMT -5

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The thing I hate the most about Brad is that I can't hate him.

Which is weird because I despise just about everything else. The sunlight where it filters in through the storefront window, playing with the lighter streaks of his hair until they're just as golden. The warmth of his hand around around mine and the way my focus hones in on every place his hands touch. I loathe the way my cheeks burn at the intensity in his eyes when he makes sure I'm not injured. That cherry juice is just cherry juice.

I just had the strangest dream.

"Maybe there's a gas leak." I mutter, "Or maybe your weird is infectious." It's uncomfortable to linger on this topic. Like my mind wants to gloss over all these parts that don't quite make sense. I am home, I am heathy, I am breathing, I am with-

Why does it matter so much that Brad is here?

I hate him.

(no, you don't)

There's not many that are willing to brave this sharpened tongue. Perhaps that's why I find him so fascinating. Should I start filing down my teeth as well?

"I don't mean that." I say quickly, patting his chest with a half-hearted laugh, "I'm a bitch on instinct, don't take it personally. We should uh... get cleaned up right?" And I'd love to wish him luck and march out the door then and there. To end this dreadful encounter before it can get any worse. But I speak again, for some fucking reason I can't seem to shut up, "My house is nearby. We should have something there that'll fit you. And the ingredients for a pie. If you ask nicely."

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all roads lead home :: mav & brad blitz Dec 30, 2023 14:03:30 GMT -5

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Post by arx on Dec 30, 2023 14:03:30 GMT -5

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Momma always said that when someone called me, 'weird' it just meant that they wanted to get to know me better. Because you're the best kind of weird. And I like to believe my Momma knows everything, smartest woman in the whole world for sure.

And maybe I just wanted Mav to keep calling me that.

I nod and smile all wide and bright at him; Mav could probably feel my heart beating out of my chest where his fingertips lingered. "I promise I'm not contagious though." My brow tightens. "Infectious? Are those different?" I feel my neck getting hot as I bend to start cleaning. My shoes stick to the tile and made a fun noise... which I continued to make, giggling as I continued.

"I like to think I'm a nice guy. Plus-" His shoes stick and click the way mine do in the cherry juices. "I probably shouldn't walk home alone, right?" I point to my eye now 'made of clouds' as Momma would say; I wink. Except I'm not very good at winking so it turns out more like a blink. That's alright though.

At least now he knows I can't wink. Weird, right?

"With this eye and all?"

'Cemetery guy.' "And I think red might be your color, too."

"Wait, uhhmmm, was that nice enough? Oh wait! Sorry-" I rub at my neck, my fingers smear sweet, sugar-y liquid everywhere. But I push on because I don't really want him to decide to leave just yet. "Please, red is your color." Again something that still made perfect sense in my head, no other explanation needed.

"Plus I don't actually know how to make pie."