You Look So Good In Blue by missxscissorhands, literature
Literature
You Look So Good In Blue
The rain pounded hard on the rails as Pete lay on the track, uncomfortable, mind blank. He watched the thick, black-gray clouds speed by him. He pushed his fingers hard against his eyes and breathed hot breath on his palms. What the fuck was he doing?
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"So basically you're chasing Atavan with caffeine pills?" Patrick had asked, plucking the bottle from the sink. He leaned against the wall and rattled the pills inside. "It sounds empty."
Pete said, "If it were empty, it wouldn't make that sound, Patrick," and took the bottle back.
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Pete could feel himself getting sick. His nose was already running, his eyes burning - though that could
Young Wild Things by missxscissorhands, literature
Literature
Young Wild Things
Raindrops on roses
He twisted his skull
and fell down a stairwell
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Forever and ever, Patrick will be sun-dripped Sundays, mid-level parking lots for better acoustics, and crashing on matted down shag carpets. Forever and ever. His fringed off dirty hair makes Pete always, always believe in magic and his own insecurities. The good, the bad. The in between of motion and motionless. Emotion and emotionless. Patrick makes Pete dig around in the mud of his own mind, get dirty and do something.
"I can see it," Patrick said. He was tuning his guitar, picking out random notes. He wasn't even looking at Pete. He said, "In your eyes, behind all