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Hello!! This is not an actual part of the chapter, and for so just a small explanation on what will be going on ;)
This is a fic made by me and my beautiful, handsome, ravishing, amazing, terrific, manl- I mean awesome friend Will.
Either him or I put our initials or names along with “is writing.” To indicate who’d writing the current chapter so thag the viewers do not get confused.
Ex: “M is writing.”/“Mary is writing.” (Which by the way HII IM MARY)
If you wish to contact me or Will im not sure about him but I’m: chlorothineee on discord, veryuncreativez on twitter, moist_cardboard394_ on reddit, and I have tiktok but currently am grounded
Main characters are Elliott Winston, Xavier Lockwood, and Owen Miller.
Some other random sides are stuff like bullies, relatives, etc.
- Xavier’s sister Kathy
- Elliott’s much of an asshole of a father John. I named him john cause I don’t like people named john and I don't like Elliott’s dad.
- Owen’s girlfriend Jennifer
- Elliott’s bully, who is pretty stupid, Evan
Xavier: 5’9, 16, around 124 lb.
Bday’s March 27
Black hair, dark brown eyes
Grunge/emo ish style. Easier abbreviation, just search up Sirius Black aesthetic outfits on pinterest. That’s what I mean. Guyliner btwz
nicknames: goon 1, black licorice, sickie puller
Elliott: 5’8 (and a half..), 15, 115 lb
Bday’s February 12
Light brown hair with blonde highlights, hazel green eyes
Casual, light academia or granola grunge ish too.
nicknames: Oompa loompa, Fun sized, sherlock, hot sauce/hot stuff
Owen: 5’10, 16, 129 lb
bday’s August 10
blonde hair with black roots. and a raccoon tail on the left side of her bangs, grey eyes BUT astigmatism😔
Nicknames: Double-Double, goon 2, beanpole, owchie
I’ll leave it to Will to put more stuff in here if he wishes!!
Wiw is writing🥹🥹
You thought this shit was the first chapter?? APRIL FOOLS BITCH
I'm sorry I just wanted an excuse to make spril fools joke.
Ok um I'm afraid some people might be FREAKS but I'm feeling nice so um my discord is oh shit I forgot wait uhh it's bluududfictionkin_09381 and my tiktok is uhhh uhh fuck 8 forgot again I give up
Woof bark bark bark wiw is writing again heh 🥹🥹✌️
This is angstyy BUT they're not doomed. Ik Ik it's insane right but we wanted it to be like doomed st first but then it's too sad so like it's angstyy💔💔 bc how do you make yapi with no angst or sadness or anything like that's a pizza with no sauce no cheese no toppings yk
Mary’s writing William stop FUCKJNG barking.
Okay, okay, here's your chapter.
January 23, 1998, 6:43 am, Saturday.
Oh, the rain falls hard on a humdrum town.
This town has dragged you down.
And everybody’s gone to live their life.
And god knows I’ve got to live mine.
God knows I’ve got to live mine.
William, William it was really nothing.
William, William, it was really nothing.
I’m Elliott. Elliott Winston.
I don’t have much to say, My life isn’t crazy.
Your average teenage boy with a hate for long form division and Mrs. Saggy pussy “My algebra teacher.”
This . . is Xavier.
”Yo, Ellie!!”
Elliott saw him from the corner of his eye, already dreading what comes next, Xavier’s done this since he was in 6th.
The boy finally caught up, panting as he tried to catch his breath and match Elliott’s walking pace after running all the way over there.
Xavier’s been my neighbor for as long as I can remember.
A significant annoyance, A complete polar opposite to me.
He lives two blocks down the street, far enough away from me that I don’t have to see his face as soon as I walk out my home, but close enough so he can pester me every. Single. School. Day.
”Fuck Off, Lockwood.” Elliott said as he rolled his eyes, They might as well get stuck that way from how much Xavier makes him do it daily out of pure irritation.
”Aww come on, don’t be a party pooper now. I come all the way here for you every single day!” He whined.
”I never asked you to practically stalk me during the worst months of my life.” Elliott snapped back.
These past few months have been complete garbage. Not only because of school, which by the way is the main reason why Elliott said so, but because:
- His mom died a few months ago.
- His dad became obsessed with repenting and anything christian/religious, believing that his wife got some sort of karma just to cope.
- Homework.
And for a fleeting moment, Xavier seemed actually slightly hurt before he just started walking quietly.
Something about Elliott that tends to be more of a habit, is reading people’s faces and practically sense their mood, or maybe the people he hangs out with make it too obvious. He can always tell when his dad’s pissed off from work, or when Xavier is plotting something stupid.
“I stand corrected.” He admitted. Elliott might be prone to Xavier’s obnoxious behaviour, but his ego isn’t big enough to not admit his mistakes. Plus, he genuinely feels slight guilt about being that harsh.
He barely has any friends, if he even has some besides me. The boy doesn’t have much to do, I should stop projecting my frustrations onto him. He’s still an annoying prick though.
The spark of mischief quickly returned to Xavier’s eyes. Of course it did. It always does.
”So, Ellie—“ He continued.
”Don’t call me that.” Elliott quickly interrupted, cutting off whatever Xavier was gonna say, it was usually something stupid.
”Why not??” Xavier pouts.
”It makes it sound like I’m a girl.” He hissed.
”And what’s wrong with that?” The boy asked, oblivious to Elliott’s obvious discomfort.
”I’m not a girl. Never will be.” Elliott chided.
”Well, yes, of course, you’re not but—“ Xavier got cut off again.
“My parents made me cut off my long hair when I was twelve because they said I looked too feminine. Like a fag.” He sighed, both from exasperation and regret for letting them do so, he missed having his hair grown out.
”Oh. Ohh.” Finally, he shut up for real. They were pretty close to school by now anyways.
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Afternoon, Xavier and Elliott are walking back.
”How’s Friday been?" He asked.
”Ass, like always.” Elliott responded, his face was grim. As if today had been particularly bad.
“Wanna hang out at the park tonig—“ Xavier is cut off as he notices the grim expression taking place in the other boy’s face.
“I can’t. Okay?” He sighs.
Xavier gave him a questioning look. He was trying not to pry, and to leave Ellie alone, but it's too hard.
Before he could ask why, Elliott changed the topic.
What in god’s green earth am I supposed to tell this man?
“Oh yeah my father’s been talking about sending me to a christian summer camp as well cause he thinks I’m not enough”??
Don’t get me wrong, love him and all but I swear I’m trying my best, can't he see?
”That jerk Rogers pulled another lousy prank on me. The prick never gets tired of humiliating me, it seems. Poured a bucked of paint on me and taunted me. Asked if I carry a bible in my gym bag too. I had to have my dad bring in clothes.” Elliott muttered, kicking a stray rock. Not too loud, but loud enough Xavier could hear clearly.
Xavier can’t lie, Elliott’s hair did have a slight purple tint today.
“That sucks.” Xavier's always sucked at being emotional, though his awkward attempts are always endearing.
“That sucks.”
“Hm wow, nah really?” He scoffed. He wasn’t mad, the sarcasm was just his way of coping. Or maybe he’s just kind of an asshole.
He hears Xavier’s soft, melodic chuckle. The sarcasm swiftly melted away.
”Come on dude, you know I suck at comforting!” Xavier continued, holding back a fit of more giggles and shoving Elliott playfully, firmly enough so that he accidentally turns Elliott to face him.
They both suddenly go quiet.
Spring light hitting Xavier’s face in a way that makes him look utterly beautiful, or maybe just a trick of the light, considering the guy in front of Elliott might just be the evil king of bad jokes and annoying activities.
After a few minutes of suffering in silence, Xavier finally breaks it.
". . . We're here. I should probably head home now." He says, his tone softer than usual.
Elliott's heart skips a beat before he can stop it, not in a cheesy way (Although maybe that too), more In a “what-the-actual-fuck-is-happening??” Way.
"I— right. See you tomorrow, I think." It takes Elliott a little to respond, but he's still processing it even while he says it.
"You think?" He raises an eyebrow, the tension, albeit not dissipating fully, does leave a little, leaving room for their usual dynamic yet again.
"Oh, piss off, sickie puller, you know what I mean." Elliott waves his hand dismissively.
"Oi! Why are we putting my chronic lesson absences into this?!" He chides incredulously.
"Because it's true! At least I'm not illiterate, plus, you earned yourself that nickname.", Although there's a slight twinkle of amusement at Xavier's dramatics.
"I'm telling Owen!" Xavier pouts.
"Yeah, yeah, We both know you won't." Elliott finally goes quiet again as he notices his dad waiting for him at the front door.
"I should go." Without thinking, he's already walking.
Xavier doesn't say much after that, he knows how bad Elliott's dad can be.
SAME DAY, 12:03 AM.
"You awake?"
"Mhm, wbu wyd El??"
"Nothing. Also, stop texting like that."
"Na make me <3."
"You're insufferable."
"You're the one texting me at midnight."
"That funky arcade downtown, 2 am, Thursday. Don't ask."
"k. Night?"
". . Not yet. Call?"
♡
Elliott's screen lights up with the facetime icon and Xavier's number before he answers, the screen then showing Xavier's face.
Xavier's in his room, his lights dimmed maybe a bit too much, with his lamp on, laying down on the bed in a baggy David Bowie t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair messy.
God, why does he have to be such a hot mess?
"Hey." Elliott's voice is soft and low, almost a whisper. His dad's already sleeping and waking him up wouldn't be fun.
psst! Fun fact while I finish this chapter, my Therapist knows about my ao3 and i've hyped this fic up a lot to her. Hii btw if you're reading :3