Post by Catcher Reeves on Jun 8, 2021 1:50:07 GMT -5
It was the evening of a prom night. He had never seen it before at La Push High. It had been what seemed like an eternity; more than just a few months to say the least. Roughly two years ago he was here having the time of his life. The truth was it had probably been too long for everyone to forgive him. Even though he had disappeared, everything that happened at La Push was clear in his mind like it was yesterday but the question now was had it faded in everyone else’s memory?
The high school was lit up with strategically placed spotlights; the most illuminated building in the town on a regular week night. It was beautiful, elegant and resembled nothing like it did in the daytime. It looked like the true celebration that everyone deserved, from the happy kids to the overworked adults. This was that one night everyone was excited whether they showed it or not. It wasn’t the best thing to be the party crasher but he had always made an entrance. He took it all in; the fresh scent of cut grass in the air, prepared for this occasion. Boys and Girls were exiting their vehicles with smiles on their faces, carefully dressed to impress. It had such a warm atmosphere; he was like the dark cloud approaching to disperse it. Almost every stage of this high school life had been missed by him shortly after his junior year began; there was no way to turn back the clock and he was aching inside from the guilt. He loved everyone he had left behind, even those who did not miss him because there was history no matter what. There was so much pain, so much nostalgia but there was no future living in the past and this was the time to correct it so he could be free at last. There was no denying that he was tied to this place in his bones.
With a turn of his hand, the key to the ignition of his motorcycle turned off. The loud rumbling ceased and he took off his helmet to place it on the handle. All the fresh faces of younger kids who ignored him made it more uneasy to go through with what he was thinking. Catcher had figured out what the important people in his life had been up to without letting them know; in a way they had moved on and he had to accept it even if it meant they did not welcome his reappearance as closure. In the darkness, he began walking a few steps toward the entrance slowly and cautiously, underdressed in a black leather jacket and denim jeans, clearly out of place. He had grown up a bit since he vanished and it showed physically; his boyish charm and casual demeanor had diminished. The issues he had run into and the trouble he had finally gotten past had changed him but deep down he was still the same sentimental dreamer he had always been. Unfortunately he was also the classic tortured artist; delicate. He was never going to be disloyal to his friends and he had never been even if he could not tell them why he was gone; all he knew was it was never intentional and beyond his control. He had fought to become a man so he could get home to them.
If you don’t see them, you’ll never live it down. You’ll forever wonder… Dreams alone weren’t going to get him far, much less close to his friends again. He would walk out of their lives once more if they didn’t want him around but he had to make peace with that when it comes. So the prodigal son returns, his few brushes with death an urgent motivator. A cool breeze tickled his face and swayed the tips of his hair; still cut in a messy way that looked both long and short at the same time, so dark it was tinged blue. He was paler now, having remained unphased almost entirely while he was in a distant metropolis. Necklaces still adorned his neck in thin chain and leather like amulets but now little cuffed rings hung on one ear and a dangling long sword earring swung silently on the other; virtually bohemian. His spirits lifted a little and the corner of his lips turned into a small smile as he reminisced what it felt like to be right where he was standing; a shy two years younger and flocked with typical teenage problems. At least he had escaped having to bring a date, or worse… having had to choose a special girl from all his female friends and upsetting that balance he was careful about… He chuckled shortly at the immature notion. That was when he realized just how disconnected he had been with Veronica. That day that Embry showed up while they were in the rain, was the first time he ever kissed her and professed his feelings. She was also the first girl he ever kissed in La Push because he was always particular about not being partial to a single female friend. Catcher shook his head slightly at his own accursed flirting that often went too far as it looked like he was picking up every girl at school. He never wanted to hurt anyone and he knew it hurt him too when he had such a reputation. They say that a little notoriety never hurt anyone; that was a lie. There's also Violet. Pretty sure Tala won't be too thrilled about his return either. He still kept the little drawing she made, of two small wolves with the little heart and her name on it, that he had once pinned on a classroom wall when they met. He had joked she needed to keep it in her wallet or somewhere precious to remind her of him but in the end, it was safely in his pocket all this time.
It had torn him apart that his budding romance with Veronica not only endangered his place with the pack as they disagreed to his union with her, but had also threatened his friendship with Embry to the point they had a brutal, violent fight over it. They were thereafter punished for hurting one another since they were supposed to be a pack, a family but the ordeal was the most aggression he had let out in his lifetime which he couldn't be more remorseful for. Before he could fix what had broken between him and Embry, he hadn’t found a way to convince Veronica of the fact that they could never be together or it would dishonour them both in their tribe and he wanted her to have the family she had yearned for. Furthermore, his position in the pack had become chaotic and he was disoriented. The rift created was a cataclysmic abyss where he lost the power to overcome everyone's feelings of damage to prevail. There was a lot to explain to her but that was before he had accidentally seen her with Axel one night and reflected on what his behavior had been, believing Axel was better for her like a fresh start. By then it seemed selfish because it was clear Axel wanted her and the guy was decent from what he had heard. In that spell, he had been lurking around bars, shady places underage and keeping to himself doing whatever he wanted because he knew what was coming for him. He had abandoned many inhibitions and broke his own cardinal rules. There was so much irony in the chain of events that ensued from his Shakespearean tragedy since all the trepidation he had felt manifested itself. In a matter of days he was to be hauled off, straightened out. He was out of control with his attitude towards his mother at least in her books… which had been always. Anarchy, Delinquency... Rebellion on overdrive. He was going to be sent away, before he became more of a ‘shame’, to climb out of the deep end his parents believed he was in.
Catcher scowled at the thought then frowned without noticing he was. V never liked that I was around all the girls… and close… I respected that request but it would always have hurt her. It made no difference that nothing ever happened between him and anyone else. He never told her that he saw her with Axel because he had no claim over her if she was discovering her feelings for someone else and he went through the motions of grief, depression and anger. This began the time of nothing but lonely hours. She probably hated him because he also didn’t fight for her to victory over the pack, over every obstacle. Somewhere he had realized he wasn’t ready for an imprint and if it was supposed to happen, it was supposed to have happened when he felt all those feelings of passion for her. Maybe they were just mistaken and the way she was with Axel seemed to affirm that conclusion. Ultimately, their personalities were actually unsuitable for each other; he had a more fluid view on sexuality and love was limitless as long as he dared seize it. He had been afraid of becoming ostracized and an outcast yet made himself one out of the same fear. She would have been so disappointed and confused if that day of imprinting never came, and yet if it came, every one of his wolf brothers would be mad and he would’ve blatantly broken the rule they told him; don’t be with her. The worst part of it all was that he had felt something strange, a pang and an unusual type of sting like he had been tazed with the most unlikely character during that time he had taken to ghost Veronica in order to find the best way to resolve things; the spark of connection had felt wrong and it was with someone he had sorely disappointed too, who meant a lot to him but not in the same way he had expected their relationship should be. He'd imprinted with a dear friend and they had no control. The bottom line was that it was with someone else. There would have been no way to break that news or make it alright when everyone knew everyone and it devastated him to keep it all in, to carry the burden of a deserter. To take the road which meant being misunderstood, despised, shunned or forgotten. He had seen when love wove a complex, destructive webb and was determined to avoid it. We were just Kids, and it always felt like the whole world was against us or about to fall apart on us from the little things to the big things… It took all this time to figure out he could’ve taken a different route come what may.
Being the 'hero to make a sacrifice' was what propelled him to do what he did and as time went on; he discovered he could never be one and no one expected him to be one. On the contrary he was more the anti-hero of his misadventures.. He had never talked about imprints with anyone because he expected it to be different for every individual and that it would just be right when it came since he would’ve already been in love. Back then, he wasn’t sure it meant nature had found his soul mate because he had no romantic feelings for anyone that he was aware of except Veronica and it all fell apart when he discovered it was exactly what it was. Fate had intervened in a way he did not want to accept. He couldn’t make it work. Consequently, he had self-exiled and it was nobody’s fault but his own; he had to clean up his mess. Like a lone wolf, he had been running wild and all he wanted was to see his family and know they were happy. The need was like the need to see Daylight. It was then that he went AWOL with no explanation to Embry, Seth, Tash, Quil and Silver... He had run away from her too because she deserved better than him and he was trying to change fate. They were the ones who were there for him the most and looked after him. His life at home was falling apart and he had been removed to be with his father for a while, during which he mixed himself up with life on the edge and all the sorts of people everyone warned him about. The satire was, he had made himself a success within that kind of lifestyle and it stripped him of naivety, left him a remnant of his charming soul. The compounded effect of him hiding his sensitive side led to the story of this moment. He had been living this wayward half life without La Push.
Catcher had replayed things over and over again in his mind in preparation for this day, but all his rehearsals were no guarantee it would all pan out. He had imagined what it would be like to make up with Embry because by now, his friend must know exactly why he did not want any of the things that happened between them and Veronica to be the way they were. There was also hope that Embry had forgiven him because the fact was, he didn’t follow through to ‘take his cousin’ from him. There was a choking feeling in his throat as the memory flashed before his eyes and then Seth’s face came into the picture. He could feel his eyes warm, and he closed them trying to rid the impending tears. I betrayed my best friend by leaving him in the dark about everything going on with me and I can’t face him. He had never stopped thinking about Seth and how accommodating he had been to make him feel comfortable in La Push. It was probably without Seth that he had been breaking down fast when he left. There was a box of stuff he kept with him that contained trinkets of things he and Seth had done as best friends; his personal treasure buried. Things were so complicated, he wasn’t sure amends could be made but Seth was never one to hold a grudge. And Jake, where was he now? The things he never showed, he blamed himself for. His ‘big sister’ Tash and the ever responsible Quil never got to know how grateful he was for them. All they watched over him for and disciplined him on because he was so juvenile were times he can’t replace. Countless times he wondered if they would disapprove of how he had been every time he had done something bad away from La Push; they were the few people who knew he wasn’t really the brat he had given them a hard time as. They gave him the begrudging benefit of the doubt, in a way protecting him as a child. All the miles he had put between himself and La Push didn’t make him forget every crazy thing he did; from wearing Donna’s beautiful dress to finding Andi’s armadillo. Those two ladies were intimidatingly unique. Donna was a queen who never gave him the time of day; the coolest vampire goddess out there... And Andi was the cheekiest girl he ever met. She was the only person who could talk to an armadillo and coax it to sing. Still baffling. With that, the feeling of welling up regressed.
Opening his eyes, this was his chance that he couldn’t let slip through his hands. He was sure sweet Ellie was happy now, that a lot of relationships had changed but the bond between everyone didn’t break. For a split second, there was a flashback as he looked into the distance across the school to the field where Ellie had once fallen, hurt herself and he carried her. She was such a blushing klutz. He sighed gently, praying she never changed who she was. With confidence, he let his wolf senses roam, feeling for his peers in the surroundings, believing they would show up because this was a strong community. Events like this were for all. It brought chills to his skin that reality was settling in. His heart was pounding deep echoes within him and he almost thought this was crazy and stopped dead in his tracks. He was the only one forlorn, after all...
Breathing deeply, he started to notice that music had come on and it was loud enough to be a muffled noise outside. The last thing he needed to do that he would never forgive himself if he did not do, was tell Silver he was sorry. He was sorry for everything he never said to her, all the mean things he did say to her and that he was childish. She was actually the one for him. They both hated each other enough as friends that they couldn’t tell but there was proof he knew she knew in her heart. No matter what she is feeling now or if she is with someone, he had to be unfair this time and confront her about it. To let her know and let her decide what happens this time around… running and trying to force and forget something wasn’t going to happen again unless she wanted him to. They had to begin again. He didn’t want to keep everything a secret anymore; his secret life was about to end.
OOC: In memory of everyone and this site, and with apologies for dying on you all prematurely, I wrote this in the hopes that it closes my chapters and opens my plotlines, some of which were in messages I failed to check. If anyone ever decided to come be entertained one more time or join me, we can have the greatest story ever told because sincerely it’ll be a miracle to have any of you read this. Maybe I am 12 years too late and am rusty as I haven’t written since my last post… It’s upsetting but I had so much unfinished business that it felt like the right thing for me to do and justice for my beloved character who is basically who I really am. I hope we are never too grown up for imagination and good times. With the amount of guests we still get here, our literary legacies live on. I truly enjoyed and appreciated all the intense creativity and writing that we got to do here, you wonderful people.
Last Edit: Jul 12, 2021 18:27:17 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Seth Rivers on Jun 13, 2021 8:19:32 GMT -5
Well tonight was the night, it was finally here prom. The student at LA Push High have all be in a tizzy getting prepared for an evening they would never forget. All he could think of about how annoying it was the last few weeks listening to all the girls talking about what they would be wearing and how much it they cost to buy. He was glad he wasn’t a girl, bad enough he a to hear the thoughts that his sister Leah found it hard to hide. Hell be had if two girls showed up in the same dress. That didn’t matter Seth the drama would be fun to watch though.
He stood if from of the mirror, looking at the black wavy locks sat framing his golden brown chin line. He wished that part of the traditional acceptance or transformation into a member of the pack didn’t have to include cutting his hair. Ever since the night that it was cut completely off it never just seemed to never grow back the way he remember. It was too short to wear down and Seth knew that he needed to looked more well kept for the evening event. Just have to wear an dumbass man bun…not that I'm trying to impressed anyone..
He didn’t like to wear fancy clothes every since the last time Seth had to wear a suit, his father’s funeral. He never wanted to sport a garb so dark and of that significance ever again feeling like the whole world was crushing in on him. His friends were there to help him get past the pain loss but still feelings of sadness came over his as he stood looking at himself. His eyes looked just like his dad's. Parent were suppose to love seeing their kids get ready for the “Big Night” but he was going in it alone. Seth didn’t feel like going but tonight was a tradition or something like that.
Slipping on a pair of dark green dress pants which could almost be mistaken for black in the dark, Seth adorned the matching dress shirt and vest. No way he was wearing a jacket tonight he just have to carry it around dumbly like the men it the cologne commercial. He always felt he looked like a hipster enough with only appropriate hair style.
Walking out of the house and to his truck Seth took a breath not knowing why he was even going to prom. He could have had a date but he didn’t ask anyone. Things with Soliel and his relationship seem to just fizzle out. He knew that that was his own fault though being as distant he was at times. Not every relationship worked. With one last thought of doubt he claimed into the rust bucket and headed over to the high school.
Pulling up and seeing the red bricks lit up by the spotlight made something feel a bit different. It was like there was some sort of force in the air that had stated to change Seth perception of this whole shindig. He could see others happy and smiling as the got out of cars that seemed to fill the now seemly tiny parking lot. Ok, I can do this. Be the happy goofy self you always are… Thing is Seth was not as happy and goofy as he used to be. He had grown up a lot . He was working at a mechanic to help keep the roof over his head. This was the first night he had allowed himself to skip out on work altogether in long time. Finally finding a place to park, Seth pulled in and climbed out of the truck slamming it tightly behind him. Slowly he headed towards the entrance making small talk as he did.
Last Edit: Jun 13, 2021 8:22:36 GMT -5 by Seth Rivers
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jun 13, 2021 16:36:24 GMT -5
A shooting star he sees sparks across the night sky. It was nature’s romantic gesture and he appreciated it, finally sauntering into the building. The corridor leading to, what for tonight was, the ballroom was a dark ambience; the only things still shining were the bulbs in the cabinets that lined the hallway space. All the trophies the school ever won and all the photos of students who had made a mark there were clearly visible. The doors to the main hall were opened and lined with balloons, bubble writing words for what the prom was themed this year. Confetti was strewn randomly, glitter was sticking to the soles of his boots and tracking. Tash would’ve been great on the prom committee; she did start the kissing booth that became an urban legend. It was always interesting to see what people would come up with as a theme to parties; he wasn’t that creative so he had to applaud those who could organize them. He had never even been to a dance to dance. Let alone, invited anyone as a date. Wow, he just always showed up to things as a trouble making hurricane. Here he was, history repeating itself... this time more deliberate. Considering how the guys took note of his more androgynous soul, how he ended up the ‘unlikely’ Casanova was beyond him. He liked beautiful things so perhaps the beautiful ones liked him in return... The mysterious law of attraction. He used to be so blessed to draw in beauty.He mentally groaned, the on and off self-loathing still evident.
By now his eyes had adjusted to the mix of dim and bright lights that flooded the school as the dance played out to the band. He was beginning to rethink his actions, to shrink from the determination to see his friends again if they materialised. It was not always a good idea when he decided to do things, to show up to things; he was often reluctant then he’d suddenly be overly enthusiastic which was a bit strange to people and hard to understand. This time, he just didn’t want to be wrong; he didn’t think through how he should act, how to behave, only imagined all the ways the others might react to him reappearing. Why was he so afraid if this was what he wanted to do? This was neither the time nor the place to hesitate or worse, take flight again. Just be grateful for this opportunity and stay as calm as possible no matter what happens... or who shows up. He was aware he could never be prepared if all the girls grew to be more stunning than they were, and he was sure Quil would want to beat his face and any other guy over his girl. Must be a tradition by now... It's actually hilarious. Involuntarily his pulse began to quicken, his breathing became stifled and his hands started to feel clammy, palms slightly sweaty. He dusted his hands roughly on his pants so his jeans roughly wiped the dampness away and turned to focus on the pride that was in those cabinets, the pride that didn’t include his existence, nervous chuckling for a second. In the background, there was chatter from kids loitering and slowly making their way through the front doors and the doors of the main hall. They gave him sideways glances and sometimes looked him up and down but mostly ignored him, too preoccupied with their dates or fussing over the way they looked. The restrooms were bustling, doors swinging open and closed with hordes of girls helping each other with hair and makeup. It dawned on him that underneath everyone’s happy façade, many of these kids might have been just like him or in worse situations where they were hurting. In that instant he felt a little ashamed to have been so unperceptive and so in his own world; at least his ego was no longer the size of a dinosaur.
Catcher deeply gasped like a reverse sigh, inhaling the perfumed air and covered his face with his hands, rubbing up then down his eyes in a kind of muted terror of realisation, exasperated with himself. There was a familiar voice getting closer and he almost panicked, rooted to the spot as his blood felt cold, head gradually turning. His eyes were round, wide with his eyebrows lifted while he saw someone who looked a lot like Seth, steadily approaching without noticing him. Shifting his frame, he blinked a few times, unaware of the expression he was making; it was like dread had befriended his good luck and they wanted him to pass out. Struggling to maintain blood pressure, he was like the ghost of Christmas past and Seth like Christmas future, colourful and glowing. He could hardly recognize the boy he knew; he’d grown taller, more chiseled and his hair was in a man bun!? That wasn’t even the end of it; he was in a suit and carried himself with an air of sophistication. He exuded smooth social skills he’d never seen in him before; he could sense the calmness and confidence not the bubbly and excitable, loud personality he had been accustomed to. He’d become a true gentleman but there was just a trace of the natural benevolence. Lips pursed, he smiled sideways in a daze, proud of his friend looking so dapper, so mature and still so popular with everyone who was trying to make small talk, he probably could barely see Catcher’s emotional gaze where he was standing.
In the shadowed entrance to the dancefloor, all the signs highlighted their Bromance as very much alive in Catcher’s heart. It was a good, hidden position where he lingered, one where no one paid him any mind and he could observe more than the dancing, glimpsing even what was happening at the punch bowl as well as on the stage. It didn’t seem that Seth was with a date, which surprised him, wondering if his best friend had taken after him with the whole girl thing; he hoped not, that was more trouble than it was worth. He was doing well for himself. My little brother... has grown up. Thank you, Quil, Embry, Sam, and Xion. There were all the positive resemblances of each of them in Seth now.
The smile was now a full grin, beaming with satisfaction while his head tilted back and his shoulders relaxed. His eyes were soft and compassionate with a remote playfulness. It was an honour to see Seth in person, he couldn’t even form words to say; he just felt glad that no one had been a bad influence on Seth since he’d been gone. If he called out to him, it might destroy the moment; he was actually too much of a coward to see what Seth’s expression would be if he saw him, too intimidated. Here goes nothing… even if my presence might be known. Seth probably wouldn't care... get over yourself. He would’ve left to avoid Seth finding him but then he would be giving up his chances of seeing anyone else; pushing away the contradicting sadness of Seth possibly never speaking to him again because he didn't want to be seen or because Seth might give him the cold shoulder, he was doing a split personality battle again unable to decide what outcome he desired and act upon it. The event unfolding was unprecedented and he fought the urge to make a mistake, because the risk of a mistake towards Seth right now was higher than anything else he could physically do. The last person he expected to come across had showed up first. Though he was the person he wanted to see the most. It was a heavy debate within but for the first time in a long time, Catch was content. The knowing look on his face belonged as he stared on, casually folding his arms, letting an almost inaudible “hah” escape his lips from the delirium and his uncontainable high spirits. It was a look Seth was familiar with down to the glimmer in his eye; a contagious expression that charmed others to be as pleased as he was.
Last Edit: Jun 13, 2021 17:25:44 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Seth Rivers on Jun 14, 2021 8:13:14 GMT -5
A feeling of euphoria washed over him as walked though the doors. The sights and smells were enough to keep any person distracted let alone someone with his abilities. The floors sparkled, the lights twinkled and the sounds slightly overwhelming. Usually the smell of floor wax was enough to make Seth wish he did have to enter the school after the custodian polished it one a month, but tonight is added something to focus on. There much perfume in the air was actually good just to feel normal. A werewolf at prom would be a interesting movie…his thought made Seth smirk.
Everything seemed so perfect, so grand and everyone seemed united. Gone where the days of jocks and geeks, tonight was a night without labels just a night to be free from whatever stress might be weighing on the mind. Stopping for a moment before entering dance Seth felt slightly uncomfortable in his suit, it was the problem being things off the rack. They ride up in areas many wish to talk about. Well here goes nothing…
As has he was about to walk in Seth took on last look at his reflection in the trophy case. His name had been added to a few of the awards in the past but none of that matter when it came to actual life. Shiny pieces of metal would never mean much. Shifting if weight to move, a reflection from glass farther down the case caught he eyes. It couldn’t be…He long gone.. But maybe… Seth for a second thought he had seen a ghost, someone who was long gone. Usually when people leave they don’t come back. It was probably his eyes just playing games. All the sensory inputs in the hall for most could send anyone into overdrive, for a werewolf like Seth it was overloaded.
Seth took in a breath trying to isolate just one sent in the storm of pharmacy best selection of off brand fragrance. It was something he still need to practice more. Thinking about how is face may look in consideration, flared nostrils and brows furrowed and eyes trying melt what was ever in his way, he stopped. Hopefully no one saw that.. he wasn’t even successful. This was community so he knew if something seemed off he better just investigate. It not as he felt like anyone was in danger. There was no treat to the student here, Seth felt something though like when you found a sentimental trinket someone left behind for you. The memories and feelings that maybe you wish you have never forgotten about came back. Its not going to hurt just to look. Walking closer, Seth’s brown eyes widen a bit…He came back… “Dude… What the hell?”
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jun 14, 2021 17:13:05 GMT -5
Although jumbled, loud, convoluted sounds surrounded them, it was like a deafening silence descended around Catcher when Seth spoke. Every other face blurred into splotches of watercoloured shapes so it was just them in their world. Only they were visible to each other; he felt like he was having an out of body experience. Catcher broke his amused gaze in that minute, tilting his head so much it was a quick stretch to the neck before he chortled and fixed his eyes on Seth’s face again, earrings and hair swaying to the tune of his refreshed attitude; he had no plans to interfere the whole time he was standing there so laissez-faire to this divine intervention. He hurriedly straightened up, unfolded his arms, subconsciously dropping all defenses and took a few paces towards Seth, maneuvering around the other kids as though they should know to move aside. Seth was probably not feeling that low little breathy laugh but he couldn’t hold it in. His friend was braver than he was to actually confront he who had risen from the dead without judgment or pause. A part of him wondered if Seth was going to punch him but he didn’t care; the fact that Seth acknowledged and talked to him was all he wanted after all… post-deliberations. Whatever Seth chose to do, he would take it because he was immediately certain he should prove he understood how his scandalous presence affected Seth or any of his old friends who might see him here.
In all seriousness, he had wanted to laugh when he saw Seth attempting to isolate scents in such a polluted climate. He didn’t overlook any of Seth’s contorting, flaring and subsequent paranoia that people were potential witnesses. It was a fact everyone was wearing some sort of cheap aroma or the occasional expensive cologne but it didn’t always match the person; he was relieved his instincts were dulled and blunted. Without a way to disconnect or shut off, everything was permanently heightened every second of their lives so he no longer tried to practice; he no longer related to his wolf form the way he used to. The only wolf traits he really cared about now were the elements that ensured he was able to take care of himself when things got bad. It was like being undercover with no purpose except to take joy in instilling fear to his enemies when they realized he wasn’t human, that they picked the wrong person to mess with. They picked him a lot, because he wasn’t the most statuesque guy, was easily misunderstood and came across effortlessly debonair with the ladies… That, was where city vampires intrigued by his innocence influenced him to realize La Push was a safezone; the only truly protective place for a young wolf. Despite his roots, he was never tempestuous and hot headed enough for his peers. He was less of a wolf than hybrid, more vampire than human; in the end it didn’t even matter that much anymore because it was nothing more than his own crisis and the cities were melting pots unlike here. Seth and the others suited being wolves though; they belonged in a pack. The only person who noticed he was quieter than the rest, thoughtful and aired on the side of caution was Xion. It had been pleasant having an elder pick up on his personality and not make a show of it; Xion was attentive and caring without overbearing or being talkative to him. The man had his respect for his insights and for making note of Catcher’s inner demons more than anyone else had in his life.
“Is a Death Row pardon, two minutes too late?” More like, two years too late… It was cheeky. Seth loved music and they had a lot in common; he would know the reference in this song, he would know how ironic the quote was in this situation. Even if Seth was angry or conflicted like a bomb of feelings right now, this was Catcher offering himself up for whatever form of atonement he would be served. He wanted to hug Seth, thump his hand on his back and shake him so he could feel like this was all real; he wanted Seth to discern this was all real, all for the better too. Instead of the ardent and animated hug, he reached a hand out to Seth, hoping he would take it. They had their own brotherly grip that pulled them together in a mutual hype; that they were homeboys. It was actually basically the same thing as the hug with an extra step; a precautious step, he was gaging the circumstance. If Seth shook his hand, they were now formal and he swallowed at the threat of that happening. Out of the stillness, his words were soft spoken, near and far all the same; surreal. ”I didn’t want to miss a thing Seth… I’m sorry… I didn’t think you’d actually come to this… but then you did and I…” Sighing, he was ineloquent and distraught, his sincerity overwhelming. ”I want to make up for our lost time… I’m really, fucking sorry.” He was going to stand there until Seth made him move, which wouldn’t even be possible; it would change nothing. He had nothing to lose now and he meant every syllable. ”I don’t know what I’m getting myself into but this is all I’ve got right now… I want to tell you everything, if you’d let me.” Slowing down, he was attempting to hide how frantic his thoughts were moving; his eyes were wide open, moist, endearing, blearily settling down to maintain direct contact with Seth.
The tone of his voice weakened, lowered temporarily before picking up with ambition. ”If we’re still… cool… then I’ll do whatever it takes.” He broke into a winning, charismatic smile that reminded them he was still the boy in what was left of Seth’s memories in faith. ”I think I’m scared, I think I overthink. I think you know me. And, I’m here now…” It implied he’d never leave again, reminded Seth that the present is also the future. On a whim, Catcher reached for Seth’s hand, holding it tightly and clasping his other hand over it; for that tense moment, their hands trembled in unity, expressing his eagerness then he let go hastily. "Even if the moment has passed me by, I'm here to try."
Biting his lip subtly, his foot went a half step backward as he took into consideration he wasn’t above reproach and he might have made a mistake again. It must have been so weird, he really didn’t know how to get through to this crisp, suited and polished Seth he’d never laid eyes on before; it’s not like he could sweet talk, beg or romance his way. All he could count on was the purity of their friendship and Seth’s kindness.That move had been awkward but shed a layer of the false, masculine bravado that was expected when friends met; he was unsure what Seth would make of it but it was a determined and genuine connection. His hands now spread in front of him in a sloppy surrender to show he didn’t mean to inconvenience or push things and he looked away sharpening his facial features with glum furrowed brows; totally grave. The stigma of his absence will always stay with him.
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Post by Seth Rivers on Jun 15, 2021 7:31:41 GMT -5
Seth looked down at Catcher for a moment, he did not seems statuesque as he remembered. He had grown a bit since the last time they where in a room together. Not only physically, but more responsible, more adult. As he kept examining Catcher, it was as time had not changed him much but something about his greeting made it seem as occurrence had altered him on some way. That’s the thing about life it can change a person outlook. Seth knew he should at least give Catcher some time to explain. Seeing a hand raise towards his direction, Seth was not sure what his next move would be, should he shake like a man or shove out of the way?
It didn’t take long for him to made up his mind. A stretched out hand a gesture of surrender or a plea for forgiveness? No need to over think the situation. Seth was glad to see Catcher again, not that he would allow himself to express how full of excitement he was. It felt as though he was hopped up on red bull and pixie sticks ready to burst any second in to a goofy grin.
"Well, I guess life as a funny way of sneaking up on you.” Seth extended out his hand and took Catcher’s into his before pulling him in closer complete the all so familiar greeting they used to say hello. “Shit... Man, you’re the last person thought I see here. Though you where long gone.” It was the last place Seth would this anyone would reappear after pulling a disappearing act. “Me? I'm here out of sheer courtesy. Something always goes down at one of these events. Tonight I guess it was nothing I would have expected” Seth scratched the back of his head out of nervousness. His eyes dashed quickly towards the doors to maybe catch a glimpse if anyone from pack was around but at this time he was alone they all must be to preoccupied to be at the Prom yet. It was always quite common for them to be late. That was the thing about being the young one less responsibilities, at times others he get to do the more mundane task.
He hoped he was doing the right thing being accepting to Catcher’s return. He has lost people before seeing someone comeback made some sort of euphoria take over. He didn’t care his friend had ever left. A smile creeped onto his face not able to hold anything back much more.
Seth just stared back at Catcher. He admired his cool guy persona. The leather jacket, and the slick not give a fuck look he gives off but Seth knew his friend was being genuine. It hurt a little thought just not have a explanation where his friend has gone. When he made friends, they become more like family to his. It was naïve of him to do so but he then to wear his heart on his sleeve.
“ You better have a good explanation, I don’t want to hear you left because of a girl or some cheap excuse for ghosting.” Seth had been ghosted by his girl, she had left to case her dreams, it suck but one day he will find a girl like the others had. He actually preferred being single girls brought drama. However so did guys with egos and the more macho then you persona. “How about we go somewhere else?” Standing in a hall full of students what not best place.
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Post by Catcher Reeves on Jun 15, 2021 16:51:41 GMT -5
As Seth inspected him, he could see all the motions of contemplation about accepting Catcher back in his life worrying the best friend he ever had. Nobody else in La Push deserved to give him more of a piece of mind or full rejection than Seth and as apologetic as he was, he would not have put himself out here for a slap even from Veronica. He would not have been hurt by her freaking out at him because he had never been the same after what happened between them and her Axel rolling up on their fragile state. If he could choose, he wouldn’t have chosen that lifetime again for himself, no matter how much he didn’t want it erased either. It was like one of those tattoos you want altered but not covered. That was getting too heavy into things; his mind reined him in and diverted him to more humour. He always pictured Quil would yell and storm at him… and he would’ve run to escape, laughing just like old times with Seth by his side. In the pain, there was healing and he had been holding on to that, searching for another day like the good ones he lost his way from. Catcher drew in a deep breath, and then exhaled through his nose as though he had held it endlessly; it was like taking a puff of a cigarette to relax then slowly drawing the smoke out. His jaw clenched defining the line, masseters fairly flexing and his solemn, narrowed vision studied Seth, looking for reassurance in his anxiety. He’d stopped the clock he had in his room to the moment he had a plane to catch, not wanting to forget that he couldn’t stop that tomorrow from stealing all his time.
The reassurance he needed came in the form of being pulled into their dear and familiar greeting. That wasn’t the only intimacy he received now, he could hear Seth’s manner of speech was exactly the same as he remembered and it was consoling. ”You know what’s hard to hold onto is harder to let go… I like to think I’ve only been halfway gone to everyone… Did I take too long?” It was sort of rhetorical since the length of time he was gone and how they felt about him differed between each person but this was to Seth and Seth already generously showed him the answer; he trailed off. ”You’re right, can’t believe I didn’t come here just to see something dramatic go down… ” Considering teen angst, some fun high school drama had been unavailable to him and he didn’t realize how much of a treat that would be to his unforeseen, unrealized craving for it; he almost wanted to stir the pot and create some but he was a fish out of water, inexperienced now. ”You been tormenting Embry and Quil for me?” Impatience was a wave that surged and calmed as they were a spectacle lacking a spectacle to behold and he joked, praying those two would walk in, thunderous. Mirth crept back into his eyes even as they were soulful. He followed the glances toward the doors, his own gaze downcast as dismay tried to take over then turned into wonderment. ”Guess they might never show… or they’re hiding from us.” Catcher was knowledgeable about their pack duties and expected that more responsibilities were placed as they got older. They probably shouldered the protection of La Push now, or walked that fine thread of peace with Forks; soon they would get wind of his unwarranted arrival.
He turned his head to an angle and winked at Seth, smirking then feeling his cheeks warm. ”Well, it all started with a girl but I promise it goes from cheap to expensive story time.” Going to Seth’s side and laying both hands on Seth’s broadened shoulders to ruffle him, shaking him up with excitement, he put an arm around his shoulder; his lad was still 'the man'. They were the same height now, a growth spurt had sprung Seth and Catch was enlivened by this development. They were that inseparable pair and now like polar opposite, twins; a paradox.It sounded peculiar that Seth mentioned ‘girl’, because he hit the nail on the head that it was basically always a girl, family then some more crap for a guy like him. In this case, supernatural beings with human issues too. Seth ought to know where those mushy love songs he gagged at came from; he's one of the last romantics. Perhaps Soleil and Seth went their separate ways; that’s hard to imagine, it can’t be. Soleil always did her own thing, wasn’t very involved but they had that unproblematic, untainted and precious puppy love. Whatever changed, he knew Seth did the right thing, he was astute and the pack would preserve him.
”You drove here right? Assuming you came alone…” Catcher asked then murmured. “not with Leah…” In a trance, he mused holding onto Seth’s shoulder as he stared past the entrance into the night expanse, dismissing people who saw them. They were facing the 'wrong direction' to the dance. Those kids then looked behind themselves as if convinced there was some celebrity in the distance. ”You finally got a car, didn’t you?! Show me, and maybe you can finally ditch that blazer you keep swinging around. You look like you hate it.” His grip tightened in a squeeze then a pat on Seth's shoulder to reinforce his compliment. "But, you definitely look good man."
Releasing Seth, he skidded in front of him, facing him and started walking backwards with a bounce, pointing a finger at Seth then hanging the same hand by a thumb at his pocket. ”It will be just like old times instead of a pink bicycle. The same way we talked about everything. Also, I don’t want to make you leave the whole premise… You just got here. You haven’t even gotten to dance yet or something.” Saying so absentmindedly, he stopped to wait for Seth, eyeballs rolling a half arc in thought, a free hand on his chin as his mouth reopened before gawking briefly at a pair of girls who brushed past him smiling flirtatiously. Catcher’s sight snapped back to Seth, pleadingly and googly with surprise, his lips spreading like a crescent moon.Silver would have given him a disgusted look and stomped away, she couldn’t stand him the most when he was his normal self and not brooding; she loathed when he interacted with females… even barely. When he argued with her, mocked her, poked her she became more beast than woman.”Besides, we haven’t seen anything ‘go down’ yet. Maybe the real party is outside in the parking lot... Or ready to happen anytime now. I’ll be closer to my get away in case Quil or Embry come to murder me.”
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Post by Seth Rivers on Jun 16, 2021 9:03:22 GMT -5
Everything felt relatively the same, but only slightly different. It was as if you hadn’t gone swimming in a year and didn't remember how cold the water at the beach was until you dip your toe it. The sand below you feet trying to swallow them up feels like fire but you can’t just get past the ice cold shock to jump right in. Seth always ran right in, his heart never allowed into be half-assed into anything. God this guy. I could never hate him for leaving…Everyone has stuff they need to deal with. Sometimes even he runs off on his own just far enough to be alone with his thoughts. Get them out before he has to join the pack for a patrol. Seth still enjoyed some privacy.
He wanted to know more. The faster they got outside and talked the better. “Quil and Embry? I never let them get anything past me these days. I might be the young one, but certainly not dumb. You got to make them question their place sometime.” Seth allowed a chuckle escape his lips… “Leah doesn’t do dressing up or dancing. She like to do her own things these days" His sister would never go alone. The suff that hapen between her and Sam changed they way she sw such celebrations.
“Pink bicycle?” It had been a while since that thought even crossed his mind. It was just a way to get around nothing more. Seth was confident enough in his masculinity to be even wearing pink now. “Yeah I drove over. I got truck, from the wreckers. The guys and I got the beast all fixed it up and got it running.” The engine ran well but he needed to still do some cosmetic work. “Runs like a dream, but the bike is in the back if you want to try it out. Come on.” Seth could fell the bond between him and Catcher was still there, still as strong after all this time. His feet started leaning him towards the door. Seth had realized he forgot to wear his dress shoes. His black converse were better anyway.He too didn’t want to leave the Prom for the night yet but outside it the parking lot was the best place to be.
“Whomever was the one who design these monkey suits didn’t think how impractical the are.” Pulling at his pants again to adjust the fabric the thigh area. “Don’t even mention how itchy.” Seth threw his jacket at Catcher and slowly sprinted towards the door.
Seth preferred the outdoors, so open and free. The air bushed against his cheeks cooling skin slightly. The best thing about being outside was there was nothing to confine him escape if felt the need. Barrier free. “There.” Seth pointed into the direction of a 1990 black Chevy truck with a set of oversized tires. “It gets me where I need to be...” Seth continue walking over to truck and kicked the tire. “Sweet huh?”
Post by Natasha Black on Jun 16, 2021 10:27:33 GMT -5
Everything about tonight needed to be magical. It was a rare occurrence to both have a night without rain and even more rare for the clouds to be spread a so thin the cosmos were available for viewing. Applying a few finishing touches to her makeup Natasha never though she would have put so much value in one night. For most prom is so special because its the lot hurrah you might have with all of your friends from high school before going their separate ways at the end of the final summer to be a child. Next year many would be going off to college leaving to maybe never return. A night was just a send off for those. The one who are confused about life not knowing where they are headed its just another moment to just be. She was one of those people, not sure what step to take next to stay or go it a hard choice when your heart was tied to someone.
She was no ordinary girl she had the strength of a elephant but a heart of a wolf. Nothing would break her completely. Slipping on a strappy black pair of heels. Sher look was complete. A sapphire blue dress hugged her tightly around her bust. Her dark hair falling around her face in just the perfect way like a gentle waterfall sweep again the rocks. She felt beautiful. I hope he likes it…whatever.. Natasha left her room, her uncle was there ready to take a few pictures before she left. He wanted a few of her and Jake, but Natasha was not waiting around for the boys anymore. She would see them at prom and make sure she snapped a few selfies tonight to satisfy an album of memories. “Don’t wait up, Uncle B. the boys will make sure I get home safe.” she hugged him before leaving gabbing her key and heading out the door dress swaying around her ankles on the way out. The whole way to the high school as she listen to sounds of pebbles crunching under the tires. She knew the guys might be late, they all were the type who would rather just kick it on the beach watching the waves roll in as the say around a Bonfire. Tash enjoyed that too but for one night she hope that maybe the boys would play along. She slowed down and slowly kept her rolling into the parking lot. They prom committee did a great job, she had helped with some of the planning but only when she couldn’t avoid her other responsibilities.
Her eyes met her own in mirror for a second before searching the parking lot for any distinguishable vehicles. ..there Seth’s truck.. she pulled her little Volkswagen up beside The black beast and was ready to step out when she heard voices approaching. At least someone had noticed she made it…Natasha opened her door it squeaked slightly in a yearning some oiling. Natasha could hear Seth voices coming from the other side if the truck. “Hey Jerk too preoccupied to help a girl get out of her car?” she stuck her head threw the open passage side window just to see Seth taking to come one… “Catch? Seth you didn’t tell me he was your date?”
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Post by Catcher Reeves on Jun 16, 2021 15:14:39 GMT -5
”It sounds like you’ve switched up the dynamic and Leah’s grown up nothing like she was, all in a good way.” It was a reminder that people did change when they wanted to and a lot of them had come into their own in the short time of a long life span. At least, wolves could stay young and had the chance to reset the course of their lives; a glamourous sounding curse as you watch others age, decay and end. On the flip side, there was also celebration of life and birth, at times the possibility of finding a soul mate in the future; he could never shake how much that information creeped him out. The idea that it could be anyone amongst generations decades beyond your own was going to be another potential fate he did not want to be entwined in whatsoever; if that came to pass he’d probably opt for suicide. Shuddering as he prompted his own scarring souvenir from this place, he scorned; Axel was hundreds of years old or something but with Veronica. Catcher had been imprinted by someone he couldn’t see himself with but not imprinted on anyone…yet and now he was uneasy exposing himself to a disaster of a plan finding old friends, many of whom were female.
Distracted, his attention looped when Seth explained his mobility situation; he did have to get a car eventually but what caught him off guard were the words that followed. Holding back his own words, anticipating the big reveal, he masked his delight. The bike in the back of the truck… There was a ripple of fondness that interrupted him; it was the memory of when they visited Forks and met Evan. They had looked at bikes in the local store but came out empty handed although Seth saved up enough for his picking. His face was likely incredulous and he squinted his eyes directly at Seth, flickering up and down in mock question, cracking a knuckle. ”Are you a mechanic now?” A steady, strategic grin spreading ear to ear once more, he had missed all the signs of how skilled with bicycles Seth had been; meanwhile he hadn’t even been able to remember what pegs were called.
”It sucked being the younger ones…” Out of nowhere a big jacket engulfed his view of Seth, flying at his face. It was moving in slower motion as it got closer and instincts kicked in; Catcher flinched with a minor jerk, closing his mouth then exclaiming with meaning and unexpectedness. Simultaneously, he could hear Seth sprinting past him toward the doors, a whisk of air as he sped. He had caught the jacket in one hand and turned, balling it in a crumple to chase after him. As Seth ran, his voice ascended to a shout. ”Monkey suits for a monkey!” It wasn’t a race but when he reached the outside, the feeling of being outdoors clashed into him like a ribbon at the finish line. Something he hadn’t done or felt in an age; suddenly free. He jogged to a halt close to Seth, stopping and looking from him to where he pointed, still holding the wrinkled suit jacket. They were the same… His forehead moved as his eyebrows raised and furrowed with a continuous pensive stare at the truck then he stepped off the curb and rounded the opposite side tires. Kneeling quickly, he examined the rims, tires and the space between that caused a moderate lift to the truck. The oversized tires fit smoothly with the customization, giving it more character. The 1990 Chevy shape was boxy, and this balanced it out; no one would think about the model now that it had become an individual.
Impressed with the handiwork, he stood up and circled around the front of the truck to admire it before reinstating himself at the trunk end and curb again. ”You guys did all this together? Embry never even fixed his beat up Yugo! This… is crazy, even the panels look as though they’ve never had rust or any damage. You say you got this from a yard…?” His voice faded as he regarded the truck’s silhouette, enthusiastically thinking of options for cosmetic improvement. It was uncontrollable; he always did this as much as he tended to overthink until his brain fried.”All it needs now is a fresh, slick paint job. Keep the black for sure, I just mean a glaze for some shine. Smooth the surface out more with a buff.” He was certain Seth understood what he was alluding to; paint options were vast now compared to back then. It wasn’t noticeable but he figured this was still a work in progress; redone paint just provides instant gratification and was the only thing he could help with doing apart from searching for parts. It would be great to learn from Seth but he was sure to be a frustrating student. Throughout this examination, he was crossing his arms and undoing, frequently reaching a hand to his rub his lip in an intellectual pose. Usually not so spirited, this brought out a different, manic side of him, even his articulation modified.”Hell of a job, Seth.”
Seth had reversed into the parking spot, which made it easy to access the bike that was secured on his trunk bed. Catcher pointed to the bike then to himself, asking for permission in silence, behaving dumbstruck as his eyes turned into glossy orbs. He was so moved and it showed in his eyes; it was the bike they had seen in a catalogue at the store. It had been set to arrive so they both decided to hold off that day and now, he confirmed Seth had waited and taken his advice. It blew him away; both vehicles were incredible to him but it all had a personal touch now. He had pondered the possibility about the bike before he ran out here but realized how ridiculous it would be to ask. Now, there it was, giving him energy. He reached for the latch and unlocked the tailgate, hoisting himself to sit on it, eyeing the bike while lying onto his back to see the seductive, gleaming parts. Tracing it with his hand, he didn’t want to touch it and smudge all the chrome but it was like motioning for magic and he sat upright again with a pleased, simpering smile; Seth’s prom jacket forgotten beside him.He was resolutely not going to test out this bike; it was flawless in his memory and spotless now, it would only be right if Seth rode it. Without riding their bikes together, he felt as though their bygone dream of a midnight highway rally was already accomplished.
As his mind departed into that dream, he awoke to a mildly peeved voice. He was barely in sight of the vehicle next to them but whoever saw him didn’t miss a beat. Alarmed and unsure, he regretted sitting up but he would’ve looked stupid if he had to when she came over. Thankfully, she was still preparing to get out of her car; he hadn’t heard a door slam. Meekly, Catcher rotated his head of stupor in prolonged movement and geared up to say hello or die. The intonation of her voice had not been the clearest to his ears; there was laughter, occasional honking and some yelling contaminating the area but as the night wore on, that blight moved indoors. They lounged more alone outdoors as minutes passed, latecomers trickling in on their own quietly and couples sometimes skipped the dance altogether, driving off again or trying not to be seen in their cars far secluded from where they were. Their eyes met and the stranger was not unknown to him.
It was just Tash… well, not ‘just’ Tash but of all the girls it could’ve been, he was so comforted it was her. He threw his head back fleetingly in repose to his briefly uptight and taut posture, slacking his whole body, loosening up. It was better to see her as who she was tonight than hear her first as the Tash he knew.”If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t tell him he was my date either.”He knew what was at stake and tried to make up something that worked; pissing her off and making her leave was not allowed. Blurting innocently as a matter of fact, he chuckled timidly as he was reminded of the courtesy Seth was offering him getting them to where they were right then. ”Unless you wanted him?” Hopping off the tailgate to be more appropriate, he looked at Seth then Tash with her head through the window but her door also opened. He teased both his friends, fishing for a reaction. Running a hand through his hair, tousling it haphazardly, he stifled a laugh. What should have been messed strands, fell back naturally as though he had intentionally styled it with flair, minting a new lax arrangement.
Catcher sighed in amusement; being nearer to her than Seth was, he repositioned her door so it was exit friendly, rigid as he tasted a once upon a time moment. They had first met each other with Quil while they were both in wolf form. This was a reversal of events but she was nonetheless radiant. A white wolf was ethereal but tonight was the first time he had ever seen her truly dressed up for an occasion; it was daunting because she was more ravishing than any lame description he’d ever used to describe her to Seth in the past. That was embarrassing then, and it was going to be mortifying now if he didn’t block it all and regain composure. This was the spectacle the two boys came unwittingly, to behold. Tripping with words, he let go of the door frame to back off, staring at her as her hair cascaded down the side of her face, unaware; everything meticulously designed to enhance beauty. As Embry used to say, she never really wore blue and that was why they planned to prank her with pink fur dye. The blue was regal… Looking back, he was glad they didn’t end up staining her permanently; it would be an abominable act. ”Tash… Thanks for coming…”That made no sense to her. He was being an idiot and fumbling as much as he had with Seth, just worse because he never got to be this close to Tash without Quil being all over it. At least he had a better grasp of Seth being his best friend after all; the only soulmate he really needed. People thought they had one of half of each other’s brain and heart. The only time he spent with Tash was at P.E class but that was not a beautiful night, disenchanting and certainly not this… simple. For once, he wasn’t surrounded by people and unpressured to view her as a sister making him feel butterflies. Nothing had happened. No mistakes. Nothing has changed… He was thankful; he had begun to think Seth was the only one he’d encounter tonight. Also thankful she had always been clueless about how he found her attractive in a classic way… that he liked. The deluge of thoughts that she was perfect with Quil returned and the memories reinstalled themselves; he suppressed everything inside and was quelled once more, nauseated standing in the aftershock of her entrance. Everyone was better with anyone but him and he settled down.
With restraint, he did not give her a hand to help her out the seat the way that was proper. She was the only girl he did less for because he felt more for. Eventually, it was the standard that appeased everyone including Quil. He was always cavalier with the others and it was normalized. Except to Silver; he did all things like an open book because he had nothing to hide with her. They were born friendly rivals, not a shred of bashfulness and easily prickly. Unhealthy relationship as it was, it had immeasurable value. Eyes downcast as he reasoned, he lifted his head managing a gentle smile to greet her, resuming his cool collectedness like nothing ever transpired. ”You look wonderful.”
Last Edit: Jun 16, 2021 17:11:05 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Seth Rivers on Jun 17, 2021 8:22:27 GMT -5
“Dude maybe you can help me finish the truck up then. Sometime this summer if you plan on sticking around?” Seth head spun around to hear Tash throwing a playful insult his way. He was not just Leah’s little brother the bond they also shared was sibling like but unlike his sister, Seth found her easy on the eyes. Most of the pack females were attractive he wouldn’t dare himself utter much about this in from of the them.
“Ha,the only Jerk I see is you. You could have offered me a ride. I would have saved on gas.” Seth let out a chuckle and stuck his tounge out half way out in a childish manner. He had matured but Seth would never loose his playful side. “We all know a date is the last thing I want. Girls are just so complicated, what worst is being able to hear what some of them think.” It was the one downfalls or possibly a benefit . Sometimes the thoughts were enough to make Seth wish he was in a pack of his own. They have all gotten better at keeping the more intimate thoughts to themselves. It gave him a inside look about female perspective. That Mel Gibson movie though funny would could never stack up.
He made is way around to the other side of his truck to he could talk more freely. It almost seemed right Tash had show up next. She looked nice all dressed up for once. The blue dress looked wonderful against her golden skin tone. It was a rare affair to see any one in the pack wearing clothing you could just pull off the rack at the nearest discount store…Tash better be ok with seeing Catcher here.. she sometimes could be hard to read to all depended on her mood. Tonight she seemed happy enough and if Seth knew anything about Tash like having fun. It was best of you didn’t make her mad girls are so moody. He watched as Catcher help Tash get out of her car, it was beyond him why she still drove that thing seeing how anyone would be willing to help get another vehicle up and running. Just a sentimental price of the past.
“you do look nice Tash, this guy though huh? Fixing his hair looks like he want to be your date. Sure he was gone for a while but he is had the balls to show up. Unlike Quil..” Seth for a second forgot what had happened didn’t want to hit a nerve, but maybe to would take a bit focus off of Catcher's return. Just it was just very stupid mention Quil. It was strange not to see them together. He felt like he should have not said anything. “what’s happening with you two anyways? Still figuring things out maybe a lost cause?” Seth actually found it strange that she had shown the whole Ellie situation changed things. Stuff was different now. Seth had heard she had been hanging around Justin alone more lately. Tash had been hurt when Quil imprinted on her friend. She was heart broken, she at first she didn’t hide it well.
“ if your date doesn’t show up maybe you just be both our date. Hottie with a body shouldn't walk about alone without a escort or two.” He trying to smooth out the situation not wanting to get a rise out of Tash. She was one the guys just more on the emotional unstable side. Seth looked at his watch it was too late for the others to show it was just strange they hadn’t yet. Maybe something was going down he wasn’t told about. It wasn’t a bad idea at least maybe they could still enjoy the night without politics.
“We just came from inside, No one else is here and Catcher was just going let me know how became the best illusionist of the century disappearing like he did. You can stick around if you like. Or we can forget about it let it be like old times just for tonight.” It should just be a night of fun maybe they save the formality till tomorrow. People has allowed to come an go as they please its not as if being a shapshifter meant you were drafted into some army and could never leave. Besides Cather wasn't Quileute so as he felt there was no need for any talk of abandonment. The only explanation Seth really wanted why Catcher cut him off completely. The night had just been started and it was Prom how opportunities would they get to attend. She they might not age over time but who really would want to be stuck playing a high school student like the Cullens? “What's the plan?”
Post by Natasha Black on Jun 17, 2021 9:30:24 GMT -5
Unexpected, but certainly not the worst person to show up from a longer then usual absence. Natasha knew how it felt she had wanted to run away recently and head back home to Canada. “Thanks for showing? I live here. Did you take to many hits head when you were gone?” Catcher still looked as devilishly handsome, it wasn’t his fault that many girls seemed to like him. She would probably have been one of those girls too if her life had not stared pulling her in certain direction she had no control over. Accepting his help, Tash took Catcher’s hand and stepped climbed out of the car. “Thank you Catch! You’re a true gentleman. Unlike that little dork.” Seth too looked good. Better the usual. Barefoot, half naked and covered in mud. “... unlike Quil.." A twinge on anger rose in Tash’s chest. Burning like fire. It was not the best moment for Seth to bring her relationship shit up. Her situation with Quil had been messed up. He wasn’t happy how things were going. Her life has been changed after moving to La Push. Not only did she turn into a werewolf, she had met a Quil who she like and then imprinted. She had lost him now too imprinting. Shit like should never happen but you can’t help how you imprint on. Your stuck this unbreakable bond till death. She couldn’t just leave if she wanted, she had to protect him with her life. His life is happiness was more important then hers. This was not what she wanted to be thinking about on prom night. “Seth, how about you keep you nose out of places it doesn’t belong. If not maybe you go show it a vampire’s ass or something.” She didn’t want to be mean. She was just hurting and Seth out of them all should understand. Natasha looked awkwardly back towards Catcher. She would have no problem telling him to take off either. He though at the moment didn’t deserve her anger. “Please just don’t ask what going on. I rather not think about it.” All Tash wanted do was to keep her mind off anything that may upset her. Catcher was back. That was something that she could enjoy. She was all dressed up might as take her dress out for a spin. “explain if you want, it doesn’t matter to me. Just don’t let me get suck dancing with Seth all night.” Natasha wrapped her Arm around Catcher’s “I pick Catcher for now, I sure no he know how to treat a lady.”
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Post by Catcher Reeves on Jun 17, 2021 17:05:28 GMT -5
”Ye-ah …” Wanting to say more, he was ambushed by Seth’s hospitable offer to help with the truck. He stuttered in agreement to quickly answer before the subject was changed. This meant they had an opportunity to hang out further than this night. It was a sign things were going well; he was elated and sure the shop where they worked on the truck was a frequent haunt of Seth’s. Now it would also be fun new place for him. Just when it seemed like La Push was never flourishing, it overtakes him again. His glances darted between his friends, back and forth in flimsy bewilderment as they chatted, learning pieces of their life puzzle as they opened up. The exchange between Seth and Tash was more intimate than ever and it looked like they had been through some things together. Seth seemed to know a ton more about girls now and he sympathized with his statement, knowing that hearing thoughts was just as detrimental as not being practically psychic. Staying in human form eliminated all those problems, most of the time...It was a big part of relationships between wolves and he suddenly wondered what girls thought when they could hear them; were they just silly boneheads? Did they use what they could hear to their advantage? Devious.
As the conversation progressed, he relished in the carefree comedy between them, appearing comical from his current expression too. He had leaned back against the side of the truck lightly basking in their priceless hour, when without warning she took his hand as she moved forwards to get up. Catcher felt the tenderness of her fingers and he clasped them to give her a boost. Lucky him … seeing as that had been what he wanted to do but didn’t initiate; how foolish he was to magnify trivial things. Interjecting Seth and Natasha, he looked at Seth with skepticism, an eyebrow raised and voice flustered. ”Hey, you’re the one pawning me off…” Seth’s joke did him a favour, he just didn’t expect to ever be the one who was chaffed; he was the wisecrack doing something exaggerated most of the time, in front of Seth. He preferred to make Seth laugh but this is a gratifying break and his mouth flicked to a rapid grin so swiftly it was like the embarrassed frown a second earlier never existed. ”I could’ve been fixing it for you.”He viewed Seth a challenge now, the student had surpassed the master and he didn’t mind one bit; this would become the new alternative since he was less cheesy, moodier, more headstrong nowadays and wouldn’t be able to keep up all his old antics. And no, he did not redo his hair on purpose; he didn’t even know what he looked like most of the time he thought to bolster himself.
Suddenly self-conscious, he was happy Seth brought back some self-awareness to his appearance now that Tash was present; he needed to care more. He pouted at Seth, tilting his head to gaze at him trying to make his eyes as seductive as possible to unnerve him. As soon as he heard Quil’s name, he cut off his behaviour and pretended he had heard nothing. Natasha had let go of his hand and he listened to the defensive tone in her, peeking sideways to check how she was faring while she spoke. A hint of bitterness in her breath, he had never seen her in a bad mood and sensed she had a lot of bite over her Quil fallout. He didn’t want to find out how radioactive she was with her feelings at a prom; she could turn into Carrie. It must not have happened too long ago; was there someone else involved outside of the pack?
What resulted of Quil and Tash was a mystery to him; he hadn’t heard any rumours or any stories even in such a small town. Trying to telepathically indicate he was going to have to answer some questions about Tash in private with his eyes, he stared at Seth, eyelids twitching, avoiding second hand rage from Natasha. It was unspoken code between Seth and himself that they weren’t going to press but it’d be nice to get some updates from Tash; they both cared about her and used to be like reprimanded little fanboys. People must have been as saddened as they were heartbroken if they broke up or worse because it was so widely accepted they were the definition of forever vows. Catch certainly believed they were going to be married; they were that compatible. He discovered a sense of dismay for what could've been, for her. They would’ve been the happiest, well timed prom queen and king tonight. Neither his nor Seth's relationships had been on the same level as Tash and Quil’s so there was that.
Shrugging, he replied Natasha with a distressed, tiny giggle. ”You know what, I probably did.”He never picked fights but he did engage in them, ending up with rips and tears on his face. It was a miracle the injuries only ever made people more empathic to him when they saw that before he healed; fathers would judge him like ‘son you can do better’ and mothers ‘you’re lucky you still have your pretty face’. The younger generations were a different spiel; too many head concussions only made kids think he was punk rock.”No one even knows who I am here.” Catcher looked to the starry sky, clicked his tongue faintly and smirked at Seth with glowing brashness. ”But, having both of you as my date… I’ll be a legend.” It was like he was back on that girl he quit, going back for that touch instead of losing her number. He wanted to ask for details regarding Tash but it was too soon, too insolent and he played along with Seth’s change of tune. It seemed things were touchy and they were walking on eggshells about Quil. Little joy would he find when it is all revealed to include his naive Ellie.
Laughter broke out of his chest, his cheeks were so raised his eyes stretched and made him resemble a living emoticon; Seth was hilarious. Seriously, hottie with a body?! Some things never change.”Aw, I guess not everyone wants to know my magic tricks.” They were going to be as lighthearted as they could unless something further appeared at the dance. Sighing again, the laughter came to a standstill and he ruminated at Seth’s question; his expressive emotions like a flip switch. ”We’ve got us, that’s a plan.” He stepped closer to Seth’s ear, inclined to tell him courtly. ”But I owe you an explanation and I’ll get to it when the line, of love struck, guys get the courage to ask Tash for a dance or when there’s a better time.” Catcher swallowed, sharing a peaceful look with Seth because he was sure they were both on the same page. It was only polite they host Natasha now that she was here; it was similar to why Seth had been bothered by all the girls fussing over this event. They did their best tonight to achieve the princess fantasy; dates, dresses, rides, dancing... The majority would miss this chance and never be able to go back. Even if they could play students for eternity, why not make dreams real? Natasha was different to the stereotype but she deserved to feel flawless tonight, particularly to get her head out of Quil so he fooled around to quip at her. ”More like, I’m going to be dancing with Seth all night if this guy turns down every shy girl he attracts. Their tears are going to drown the school, the least I could do is show them he's taken.” He verbally poked Seth, having seen how standoffish he was to the females who couldn’t take their eyes off him. This prom was more like a costume party where only couples had corsages and were glued to each other; the rest fluttered around hugging and swapping partners to accompany. However, he became acutely aware he was underdressed and kept thinking about this insignificant admittance in the back of his mind. It was not the point of why he was here, he needed to chill he concluded as he daydreamed a scenario on this night had he never missed a thing, never left, and... wore a tux.
"If you had a hand in setting this up for everyone, we'll have no trouble with the music and dancing."It was laid back praise dedicated to Tash, he had an inkling she lent her ideas and though Quil may arrive with someone else, this was a gift to everyone here. She was lovely inside and out and he commended that. Inconspicuously, he loved perpetuating the allure of a darling heartthrob; it never registered he was being anything more than himself. It was a freedom to him, but bought happiness for everyone as long as he set a limit. A costless, life changing perspective and anyone could do this for someone but somehow they chose tangible realism over romance. He liked to think he made a lasting impression in everyone’s hearts. With all the effort, they always became pieces of his soul. With Natasha’s arm hanging off his own, he placed his other hand on hers soothingly petting it a few times to make her feel better and walked with her in tow to face Seth. He was deeply flattered by her choice and took a mental note to make sure he could live up to her expectations without trying to show it too much. ”Come on, other babe.” He threw an overplayed impatient look at Seth with a wiggly smirk on his lips and pulled his arm to interlock with his loosely, dragging Seth along. He turned his head to the side and smiled to Natasha as though they shared an inside joke but the longer he looked into her eyes, the more infatuation dilated through his and he blinked the link apart to focus ahead as they trudged along the path as a trio.
Soon they were at the entrance again, fewer obstructing people in their way. He stopped holding Seth ransom and spruced himself with the free arm, eyeing the big hall they now stood under the doorframe of. His outlook of the scene improved from when he had been here nervously anticipating his friends' arrival and he relaxed his phobias. Beginning to reposition himself so his back was to the dancefloor and he faced Seth and Natasha, he slid his arm from hers to reach her delicate fingers."It's amazing... I've never actually shown up to one of these things and now it's one of the best things I ever did." Brimming with pride making that announcement, he simpered coyly at the two, backing a few footprints from Seth, holding onto Natasha's hand and drifting her towards him. Catcher was slowly overhauling other dancing pairs and their space; some were bothered, some mad and some held each other more closely but they all created a parting, occasionally whispering. Mostly all were checking out Natasha in her dress and glaring daggers into the back of his skull; he didn't care about anything but since it was rarely ever both boys and girls resenting him at the exact same time, he was extra curious. She had always been one of the most popular girls at school and in La Push but this was like an imaginary spotlight shone on her and he thoroughly savoured the gossip of being her mystery date. Too bad he couldn't distinguish what was going on behind him, vacant to all except his friends."You better make time for me! And, don't say no to the next girl! " As Natasha graced the paces he lured her into and came to arrest in his arms, he loudly demanded Seth, booming his words from the middle of the dancehall so all the girls feeling like wallflowers would hear; his view lingered at Seth to see if he would make a pained face, giving him a witty death stare to say he expected to see Seth on the dancefloor beside them soon, hoping Natasha cheered up watching them.
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Post by Seth Rivers on Jun 18, 2021 9:16:53 GMT -5
Seth, had dodged a bullet. Tash did seem mad for a second , but snapped back to herself just as quickly. He was still naïve with girls even after his brief time with a girlfriend didn't help Seth from putting his foot in this mouth. Seth could feel Catcher eyes on his he knew much had happened since his absence.The passing times either seem like a blink of the eyes or a scar on the soul. Some could stay forever maybe and others just leave the tiniest blemish unknown to its holder until someone prodded at it making it a gaping wound. Seth nodded he would explain.
Heading into the school he was glad Catcher being there seemed to help smooth things over. His gratitude would allow him to continue the night without politics. "I not loving the music choices tonight, I'm going to make some requests." He headed over to the Dj station hoping to find a selection on songs with could liven up the party.
It would be better to spend this night with friends, sure dancing with a random girl or two would hurt but it could cause a ripple. Seth wouldn’t want to run awkwardly into one of those girls on the street let alone have them thinking they both even had a chance with him. Seth would find his person on day. One day he might imprint so he kept his mind focused on that more then a potential fling with a girl. Wolf magic could destroy happiness like a wrecking ball. He knew deep down dancing with him would make someone happy. The whole reason for the dance to inspire some happy moment . Tonight he would make some memories, positive only he hoped.
Seth rolled his eyes with some dramatic flair he wouldn't have to give the next girl to approach a chance. To amuse Cather he could jump into a group of girls and let them enjoy his moves swooned over him for a second get clasified as the fun guy then dip. It would make for some funny memories.
Instead Seth extended had to a tiny girl purple dress seemly alone drinking punch. He had made sure the song was a fasted beat on he would have to pull her in too close. It was one of those bubbly pop songs girls love and knew ever lyric. Seth sung along and spun the mousy girl around a few times under the disco ball reflective lights. Half way through the song he flipped Catcher the middle finger playfully. He waited for the song to be over, gave the girl a high five and laughed. ..that was fun..He thanked the girl for the dance and made his way back over to his friends.
“You two getting along.” He had only given them a few minutes alone but maybe Tash had some time to explain or cool off. She looked happy, he should see her smiling. A smile can hide things. Seth was relieved after this summer he might have more to do then just work. Catcher was back, hopefully some of the guys could continue accept that. Seth grabbed Tash’s had and spun her around. . “I share a dance with you next beach party you own me a burger.”
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jun 18, 2021 22:46:23 GMT -5
The DJ station was a better spread than he ever thought possible for a school like this; it was as impressive as the setup in a hot nightclub. The curtains of the stage had been removed and the background was covered with panels that reached to blend into the ceiling. Projections of lights, laser like rays, images and music videos of the songs flashed in the darkness against them while an intricate disco ball mirrored little flecks as though they were floating in the cosmos. The atmosphere reminded him of a private concert worthy of broadcast. It felt like they were all just figures in the foreground of a movie set dancing on air; gloriously young and beautiful.
As Seth walked to request some music, he got the idea he could do the same. Craftiness lit him up. Years ago he would’ve been too afraid of humiliation to do a lot of things under scrutiny but this night, he considered it. None of these people knew a thing about him and he didn’t care about them, he would never have to see them again if he didn’t even attend the school or work there. A fleeting grudge shot through him as he recalled Axel was applying to be the gym instructor and he plugged it hoping Xion had gotten the position instead, letting bubbly music brainwash him. He watched all the optimistic girls pine after Seth like he was their only hope as a catchy, overplayed radio song came on; standing with Natasha for the next few minutes where Seth began dancing with a meek girl.
A mainstream billboard hit was probably the theme song of every girl’s life right then, and he mused about how he had one to every phase too. When his plane had taken off from the airstrip, it was Freebird that jammed as he struggled to disembark at the last second, thwarted by the air Marshall. He was never going to tell Seth he remembered the lyrics to every damn song he ever heard, Seth already knew this boy cries jewels of tears. A fast paced song choice and he knew precisely what Seth had bypassed. That smart ass… He pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, smirking bemusedly at his own failure to coax his friend out of his shell and stop being so serious about female company. Seth was a hoot and he turned to his side, giggling boyishly holding onto Natasha, coming to terms that his friend was guarded and wary. Just like him, for good measure except tonight and that could be his downfall. Out of the blue, Seth flipped him off and he fake gasped, eyes fixated on Seth prolonging the hurt, mouth agape but grinning all the same at the corners; he was gleeful everyone saw their interaction as the petite girl spun around smitten with Seth. It was open they were having a better time than everyone else and that was golden. Catcher puckered up flirtatiously and gave Seth a mocking kissy face to show his love.
”Nice moves. You gave us like three minutes...” He gesticulated at Seth as he approached them, hampered from progress with Natasha. ”Deal. I’m about to owe you all you can eat burgers. This means, beach party next weekend. ” It was his turn to amuse his friend but first he needed a spur of liquid courage; he had been keeping a segment of his senses on the punch station. The kid serving all the cups had been giving some older students specific ones that weren’t a grab and go; he was conscious it was no coincidence that they were distributing spiked drinks to the naughty ones. He was a naughty one and they were leaving him out. He transferred Natasha to Seth and smacked him on the arm with the back of his hand to push him to hold her and get dancing even though they wouldn’t really have time. A fraction of him honestly wondered why Seth had never pursued Tash because he liked her too; he would have his blessing. Alright, there was a good reason to why they all friend-zoned eachother; he just had a habit of defying logic and his personality worked to encouraged them to get out of their ruts. To become the remedy of each of their melodramatic afflictions from here on out, he aspired. Natasha was never aware they used to crush on her or so he guessed. ”I’ll be right back.” Rushing to the clothed table, he pulled out a folded paper cash bill and handed it to the kid behind the punch bowl, with an intimidating stare until the kid gave in to copping out. Catcher looked into the plastic cup and downed the content like a shot of hard liquor and sighed, chucking it into the exposed bin. In the instant he tasted the mixture of crap alcohol he knew it was a potent amount, on an express train though his veins, buzzing his system promptly. What the hell is in this thing… Vodka, whiskey and just about everything considering he paid for it. He stepped up to the DJ and all Seth and Natasha would be seeing was a fist bump.
An enormous moon came onto the walls and the speakers trembled, blaring a crescendo of notes; it sounded like ascension of wind instruments and a rising melody carried by strings in an orchestra. As the deep space imagery zoomed, a famous voice came on and he was as luminescent as an angel flashing a toothy smile at Seth and Natasha, looking as smug as he will ever be. The planets had aligned. The first few bittersweet lines passed them by as he waved his arms on the way back to them to make people space out. The dancing around them slowed and couples smiled sheepishly at each other with bashful courtship; everyone recognized what this classic was, no matter their age. Even if they were not fans of the music genre, the band, or the movie, it was one of the corniest American icons; it was Armageddon. It was Aerosmith and he wanted to collapse and crack up with the most laughter of his life but it would ruin what was in store for his friends. Tonight he was jester, he was everything they needed him to be; it was time to prove how few fucks he gave to people who were not his friends. He was about to hijack everything. He didn’t want to miss a thing, not this time, just like this song so they would suffer the perfect cliché and he bit his lip hard to control himself.
The clowning set as he put his game face on and the grin transformed into an earnest countenance. His whole demeanour changed; a heartfelt gaze on the verge of sorrow yet devoted and adorable, he spoke after the first short piano interlude as he smiled at the duo. ”This is for you.”This improvisation was for Natasha, he wanted her to have the best night on the first night he ever got to spend with her alone. Seth was with them but they were practically the same person in his mind. She hadn’t felt comfortable enough to tell him anything and Seth had been so distracting but she watched him until she smiled. He didn’t want her to feel awkward slow dancing with him, or to even notice if Quil arrived with a date in that moment. In that moment, this was all theirs. Time to put his dramatisation skills to the test; he actually hated dancing but he was going to do it anyway, he had sufficient practice, he had the chops and he braced himself. His mother would be so proud she forced him into a speech & drama centre to rid his introversion; it didn’t work. Newsflash, it worked now.
The cymbals introduced the drums and the bass volume turned up as he closed his eyes in deep concentration then opened them at Natasha, picking up the verse.”Don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep 'Cause I'd miss you, babe. And I don't want to miss a thing.” His body turned away from her and faced Seth, smirking a soft somberness; no one else was allowed to embarrass his best friend so he made the most of this. ” 'Cause even when I dream of you, The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you, babe. And I don't want to miss a thing…” With a microphone, the echoes of the recording melded with his voice, still distinguished on the dance floor so everyone standing on the sidelines, sitting and waiting could hear. It was going to be a Broadway act, a West-end theatrical. No, it was something he despised; A High school musical. ”Lying close to you feeling your heart beating, And I'm wondering what you're dreaming, Wondering if it's me you're seeing?”He reached a hand out in front of Seth with fervent exaggeration to make him the target of the song’s love interest. He was now his mystery date and he winked at the girl Seth had just danced with to make her blush. Now it appeared to everyone in the hall he was dedicating this to Seth and girls giggled with their hands over their mouths; it was going to give Seth a stroke but he knew his boy could take his games.
Wishing Xion was here, he imagined he would’ve sung along with him, rocking out because the bloke was hundreds of pounds of ripped awesomeness. For a song saying they didn’t want to close their eyes, it sure made you close your eyes with all the wincing emotion. Catcher leaned back and spun into Seth’s embrace, gently putting a hand on his chest before dancing away emphasizing the words, eye contact never breaking. He was making sure this shabang would be hottest thing Seth would ever experience with him but it border-lined sexy enough other guys were laughing, and jeering but still red in the face. ”Then I kiss your eyes, And thank God we're together, And I just wanna stay with you, In this moment forever. Forever and ever.” He feigned the desperation and strain, adjusting Seth’s face, hands on his neck so their foreheads touched as he serenaded him. It was what he did when they needed to get their head in the game of something, particularly sports. He often told him ‘you got this’ this way and he smiled at the memory. However, currently it was flaming sultriness enough someone was bound to faint in the audience; he was close enough to kiss. Now Seth could have a fanclub in town to ship them and he flitted around working up a blaze of metro sass.”I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you, babe. And I don't wanna miss a thing.” Tearing himself from that position sensationally, he backed off keeling forwards to the tempo as he did so, motioning as he swooned over Seth, glimmering with all the gall Romeo should have.”Cause even when I dream of you, The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you, babe. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”
With everything he had in range, he was pronouncing more than the lyrics, also passionate outbursts of emotion but he stopped being so deliberately hypersexual to embody a professional, giving Seth room to get over all the wild fawning. ”And I don’t wanna miss one smile, I don't wanna miss one kiss, Well, I just wanna be with you, Right here with you, Just like this.” Catcher pulled out all the stops to do Steven Tyler justice, relaxing the microphone and putting a hand over his heart, singing at Seth with the most tenderness his eyes could produce. He leaned back and gestured, rocking and swaying as he performed with as much energy and star power as he could muster, still in tribute to the gloom and doom of the matching film footage; they disengaged.
”I just wanna hold you close, I feel your heart so close to mine, And just stay here in this moment, For all of the rest of time… Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He flocked to the other kids, a literal artist hype beast, collecting the crowd and trying to engage the other kids around them. Consequently everything had caused uproar and people were supportive, drinking more, laughing and mouthing words; paying attention to the three of them. They were enjoying it as one unit, faculty and staff being a sport but perplexed; it seemed even the DJ was a merry. When it got to the pinnacle of the song, he passed the mic to them so they could yell a mirrored yeah repeatedly back at him; he was laughing in between breaths and kneeled down in front of Seth and Natasha, half skidding in an miniscule electric slide.It would’ve been so much easier to just play a guitar but that'd be such a weak gesture. Wanting to plunge into a waterfall, his skin burned up as if a lighter was beneath and he glided his leather jacket off then swung it so it landed on the ledge of the stage. Lighter, he was more mobile in a plain white shirt, his necklace bouncing as he turned a love song into something criminal.”Don't wanna close my eyes, Don't wanna fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you, babe, And I don't wanna miss a thing.”
Belting out the chorus, he practically screamed his soul out, completely lost in the music; it was as though this song belonged to him and he was in his shower singing. He gave it his all to entertain them and then he grew serene, switching sights onto Natasha. Catcher twisted across the shrieking floorboards, baiting her to unwind; gyrations at a minimum, he could tell his earlier conduct was killing some dads who were chaperoning. Dialing it down, he paused to pop and lock, rolling the microphone up his forearm then catching it. “‘Cause even when I dream of you, The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you, babe. And I don't want to miss a thing.” It was like in that daze, he had laid eyes on Natasha for the first time again and he walked slowly towards her, the path clear. Confetti streamed around them like petals, brought up by the hems of skirts, all the festive movement and he grabbed some to toss over some couples so they followed. He had glitter on himself; somewhere it had gotten on his hands, and rubbed flakes onto his face. While the glitter descended as sparkling fairy dust, he reached once more for Natasha’s hand, circling her around him and repeating so himself, he spun her in a paced twirl so her dress wrapped around her and her hair shone. She was like a sapphire mermaid... he was the devil dancing with her.”I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you, babe. And I don't wanna miss a thing.” Loosening the mic, he dangled it in his fingers and deliberately sung the last parts without the intensity of the original, captivated; allowing the song to play out so he could simply enjoy it with her. He closed the gap between them and held Natasha, swaying her so they began slow dancing. His heart was racing and the intoxication from the drink had faded so he could sense the same apprehension in him that the others felt about asking her to dance, reappearing. A sickening thought washed over him that maybe she would get back with Quil and everything would be permanently the way it used to be and he softly finished his lines, the tone aching with meaning directly to her.
”'Cause even when I dream of you, The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you, babe. And I don't wanna miss a thing” The symphony moved wistfully to him, like it had slowly poisoned him with feelings; jaded as the rush disappeared. He flicked the wireless karaoke mic off, and dropped it to the ground by his side, hugging her in a heat. He hadn't asked her to dance but this felt right even when the room was full; they were lonely in their own universes. Immediately, he wanted the song to last forever and he closed his eyes, resting his cheek softly against her hair; she smelled like heaven and he felt her warm body against his, believing she was as guiltless as he while the leather straps on his wrist generated symbolic friction.
Voices were corrupting the tune as kids curiously picked up conversation. They talked, dribbling gibberish and he glanced up from the ground. Provoking him with their stares as everyone wondered why he had disconnected himself, he glared at them as the show was over but what was left of the song was his to revel in. “Don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep, yeah, I don't wanna miss a thing.” Frivolously, he hummed the last words in a mere whisper to her ears, his breath tickling past her. As the theme dissolved into the next playlist, he detached himself, eventually peeling apart from her and giving her a brisk smile and nod to thank her for partnering. It sounded curt but that was far from his intention; he raised his head at a boy who eyed them to acknowledge him and take proceeded to take his leave. "You see those guys over there?" His own voice melted into scattered applause and whistling that erupted as he received his ovation without much more of a response than a wave of his hand and a few claps in appreciation to the masses. The dancefloor packed back into its previous spacing, and newfound geniality in the population was bestowed to him; everyone treated him like they knew him now but they really didn't. The vitality a moment ago waned but it seemed students grew bolder. "They're about to ask you for the next dance."
All good things did not have to come to an end but she was his ex's best friend. He removed himself for others to approach her, squeezing her hand in assurance she should accept any invitations; the metal of his rings pressing to leave pale stamps on her palm. Morally conflicted and weirded out from being caught in the moment, he assumed she wouldn’t notice anything off about him, his eyes were deep with concern. Picking up the mic, he strode to his jacket and grabbed it, scrunching it carelessly to throw the mic back up at the DJ in synchronized motion.’I think I’m ok’ was the right soundtrack to sum him up; I swear to God I’ll never fall in love. It was absolute; he didn't even believe in God. Catcher returned to Seth, rubbing his eyes and biting down on his teeth, trying to smile convincingly; unbeknownst, he had made the glitter worse as he blanked out. ”Now you know I love you right?” He raised his eyebrow at Seth briefly and looked back at the punch bowl stand with his hands on his hips. ”I’ll grow up next summer.” Dismissively, he made a pop sound with his lips and widened his eyes, turning on a babyish charm as though that was the excuse to what insanity he just created in this room, vehemently not looking at Tash. ”Now seriously, go dance with Tash for a song or watch her get smothered by those dudes. Maybe she’ll let you in on what’s going on with her. I need another drink.”
OOC: Words are coloured because they're links Enjoy.
Last Edit: Jun 22, 2021 14:21:59 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves