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Rylan Jacob Pierce​

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"Pierce get the fuck up!"

Was it that time already? Prying his own eyes open, Rylan eyed the cellphone on the nightstand next to his bed. Fuck. Yes, it was already that time. If he didn't get his ass out of bed he was going to miss his first class and well, that wasn't exactly the best impression to make on the first day. "I'm going, I'll meet you down there." Rylan called out, yawning as he spoke before closing his eyes once more. It was his second semester of college and he needed to make it count this time. He had fucked around too much after high school, hence why he is only on his second semester at twenty years old.

The brunette let out a groan, pushing himself up onto the pillows on the queen size bed. Right after high school he had managed to move out of his foster family's house and moved into his own apartment. Four awful roommates later he finally found, Adam, who ended up taking the best friend position in Rylan's life. Adam kept him in order, something he had desperately needed after waking up in a coma almost over ten years ago. That fucked him up big time. His whole life was uprooted and he had no idea about any of it...well until he woke up to find himself homeless, parentless, and Octavialess.

It took the tall male ten minutes to throw on a pair of slim fitting blue jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt, and a gray hoodie. Rylan slung the black backpack over his right shoulder, his hazel eyes scanning the screen of his cell phone for a moment before pushing the phone down into his back pocket. He had plenty of time, five minutes to be exact. The male grinned widely, shutting the apartment door behind him as he made his way onto the sidewalk. Thankfully they lived ten minutes from the University which made things a whole hell of a lot easier. He rounded the corner of Balton street, pushing his back into the door of the small coffee shop. In and out, Rylan managed to hustle out of the shop with his iced latte in tow. Yeah, he was officially late but it was fine.

"Hey Ry! Coming to my party this weekend?" Rylan turned his head to see a small redhead smiling widely up at him. He blinked for a moment before pressing his lips around the straw to the latte. He took a small sip, swallowing before he smiled. "Wouldn't miss the first party of the semester, Kate." He spoke quickly before giving the girl a quick wink, heading straight towards the campus. He inwardly groaned at the vibration coming from his back pocket. Rylan would bet money that it was Adam texting him telling him that he was late. The brunette grinned at the thought, rolling his eyes. It wasn't even like it was a huge deal. It was fucking Chemistry class for christ sake.

"So nice of you to join us Mr. Pierce."

Rylan sighed as he stepped into the classroom, a sheepish grin making its way onto his lips as he looked at the professor. "What can I say, I'm a real ass without my morning coffee." He spoke honestly, giving his shoulders a quick shrug as he eyed Mr. Johnson. Probably wasn't the best idea to piss off the professor on the first day, but he wasn't exactly ever going to be a teacher's pet. "Wouldn't want that now. I have chosen your partner for this semester since you decided to choose the time you wanted to walk into my class." Rylan sighed, his teeth coming to bite the inside of his cheek before he spoke up and said something he probably shouldn't. There was one thing he learned after that day he woke up in the hospital: Life was Fucking Short. "Please take a seat next to Miss Stone, she is new to the school." "Stone?" Rylan frowned at the name, his eyes scanning over to where Adam was sitting shaking his head.

Feeling hands come onto either side of his shoulders, Rylan felt his body being turned into the direction on which he was supposed to be going. The brunette turned his head to see the now aggravated Mr. Johnson. Rylan turned his head over to the only empty chair in the lab, his hazel eyes moving to the girl sitting in the chair beside it. Feeling his breath hitch in the back of his throat, Rylan's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he stared at the blonde. "Rylan sit down." Adam's voice startled the tall male, the ice latte falling from his right hand and onto the floor, his hazel eyes not leaving the green ones. ______________________________________________​

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[Zyrelle]

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“Octavia?”

The hollow voice of her aunt was enough to have the blonde girl shooting worried glances over her shoulder as she sat at the vanity that once belonged to her mother. “Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’ Darlin’ just making sure you’re awake, you got a big day ahead of you.”

Her shoulders sagged as she turned back to face the mirror, green eyes blinking back at the girl she barely even recognised. It wasn’t uncommon for her to be awake this early, it had always been hard for her to sleep. “I know.” She whispered, her fingers caressing the chain that hung around her neck. A parting gift from her father.

Even though she was twenty, and should’ve been well on her way to starting her own life - she found herself under the same roof as her aunt. It was more for her own piece of mind than her aunts though, whereas her aunt could definitely use the help, she didn’t feel ready to be alone yet. Losing your best friend, and then your parents would do that to you.

“You’ve got this.” She murmured, giving her reflection one last glance over before standing from the chair. She had already showered and picked out her outfit the night before, so at least she didn’t have to worry about being fashionably late. It only took her around fifteen minutes before she pulled on a pair of denim shorts, with a plain white sleeveless crop top - followed by sneakers. It was pretty boring and more causal for a first impression, but she never really cared about first impressions.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled open her door and plastered on a smile. “I’m leavin’ now Kailin.” She hummed, her fingers brushing against the green fruit once she made it to the kitchen.

“Be safe, and please for the love of god, have fun.” Kailin rose an eyebrow, she never thought herself as the cool aunt type, but even she thought Octavia was too on edge sometimes. Which was understandable.

“Sure thing.” She nodded her head, tossing the apple in the air before catching it and taking a bite. Pressing two fingers together she brought them to her temple in mock salute before venturing out of the door.

Five minutes later she was staring up at the building that could either make or break her career - knowing her and her luck, it’d be the latter. She had already been given her schedule when she first applied, all that was left to do was actually find the class.

After countless failed attempts to bring up the courage to ask somebody if they could show her where the classroom was, she finally stumbled upon it herself. Keeping her head down she made her way towards an empty table. Falling into the chair, she pulled out her notebook and almost immediately started to sketch random things. Even though her passion had always been photography, she loved the art of drawing too.

Her attention was only brought back to the classroom the moment she heard her surname being spoken of. Oh god, please don’t try to make me introduce myself. She wasn’t...not confident, she just never really liked being in the spotlight. People try to get to know you if they think you’re important, and then you lose people. She had already been through too much heartbreak for her liking.

Octavia thought it would’ve taken more than looking into somebody’s eyes to completely destroy what she had spent so long building - she thought she had already experienced all the hurt her heart could take. But nothing, nothing, prepared her for the sight of her previous thought to be dead best friend standing in front of her. It felt as if someone had sucker punched her and left her to writhe on the ground gasping for air. She couldn’t breathe.

She saw him, she saw his body. She left him, she left him to die. How is it possible? How was he standing in front of her perfectly healthy? As if she hadn’t believed he’s been dead for the last ten years? The possibility of it not being him briefly washed over her mind. But she knew better. She knew his eyes. It was definitely him. God was probably laughing at her right now. She didn’t blame him, she would too.

Finally, her eyes connected with his. “Rylan?” She breathed.

 

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Rylan Jacob Pierce​

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It felt as if someone had sucker punched him right in the gut.

"Sit down Mr. Pierce."

There she was, still the most beautiful girl in the room only ten years older and there was a sadness about her. The brunette frowned, his brows stuck in their furrowed position as he stared at the girl. After ten years she just comes back? Why did she even leave? Why didn't she call or even attempt to get into contact with him? A mix of emotions were dancing around in Rylan's brain. He was so happy, confused, and oh so pissed all at the same time.

"Mr.Pierce, I need you to sit down!"

"What?" Rylan blinked turning his gaze over to Mr. Johnson who was now fuming. If steam could come out of the man's ears, Rylan was sure it would. Letting his hazel eyes move back to Octavia's green ones, the frown stayed pressed deeply on his face. This whole thing was a lot to process and something he wasn't sure he was ready to. Clearing his throat, Rylan bent down grabbing the plastic cup off of the floor, tossing it into the waste bin before stepping over the mess that was left on the floor. Mr. Johnson would call someone in to clean it up. Cautiously Rylan made his way to the empty seat, his gaze now going down towards his feet as he slid into the seat not sure if he even wanted to pick his head up.

Feeling the buzzing in his pocket he reached his hand in quickly grabbing the Iphone, his hazel eyes now staring down at the screen. Adam had texted him, asking if he was on drugs. His nose scrunched up by the question, his eyes now going to Adam's for a moment before he shook his head. No he wasn't on fucking drugs, but he sure wished he was right about now.

Rylan's shoulders were tense as he kept his eyes forward, his right leg shaking up and down in a nervous attempt to calm his racing mind. This was all a cruel joke right? It was probably just a nightmare and he was going to wake up at any moment. Fuck, or maybe he was stuck in the coma again and this is what the future was going to be like. "This is not fucking happening." The realization of his voice coming out loudly was enough for the brunette to clamp his mouth shut. He had just spoke out loud, a trait that never seemed to get away from him. "Mr. Pierce?" Rylan snapped his head up, his hazel eyes glazed over as he tried to stop the running thoughts in his head. "If you need to leave, then please leave." Rylan shook his head quickly, letting out an estranged cough. "Nope, everything's good. "

Turning his gaze back to the blonde sitting next to him, he let the frown tug once again on his lips. "Octavia?" He spoke quietly, his voice sounding unsure as he said the name as more of a question not a statement. "Pidge?" He spoke clearly this time, his hazel eyes searching her own green ones. If she responded to her old nickname then he knew he was dreaming. There was no way this whole charade was real. ​

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[Zyrelle]

Octavia had only ever experienced panic attacks when something was serious. If she wasn’t able to control a situation, or something got too much for her, she’d breakdown. She’d start hyperventilating, her throat would feel as if it was closing up, and her heart rate would increase. She’d only ever suffered from them twice in her life.

Once when Rylan died, and once when her parents died. She had been expecting her parents death though, she was in the same room as them - she had watched as the flames engulfed the building they once called a home. The firefighters got to her in time. But not her parents.

It was always her. She was always the one saved first - she was always the one to come out alive. And she didn’t fucking understand it. Isn’t survival supposed to be an amazing thing? You’re supposed to feel happy - proud of yourself for making it this long and coming out alive at the end of it. So why did she feel nothing but heart wrenching guilt? A sadness that seemed to consume her every single day.

Part of her wanted to blink and be free from the figure that was her ex best friend. She didn’t want to admit that he was alive, because then she’d have to face the possibility of realising she went through so much pain and self loathing for nothing. She couldn’t count the days she woke up wishing it was her that died and not him.

Another part of her - a bigger part - was so fucking happy that he was here. The boy she had grown up loving, the boy who despite their young age - grew to be her everything pretty quickly. He was always there. Always. He hugged her when she cried. Comforted her when she clumsily fell over, which was a lot. And made her laugh when she was sad. She owed him everything.

Even though she wasn’t given permission to leave like he was, she wanted to leave. It was too much for her. Too much for her heart to take, her mind was already working overtime, what the fuck was wrong with him? Why did he leave her? Make her believe he was dead for ten fucking years? Did he even care?

Fate had a funny way of working things out - who would’ve thought all it would take was one lousy empty chair for her to reunite with her childhood best friend? A boy with a smile brighter than she had ever seen.

Her gaze flickered from his shoes, to his face. Attempting to wrap her head around the fact that he was here. It was real. He was real. And that thought only continued to bounce around her mind the moment he sat down next to her. How was she still managing to hold herself together?

Her heart dropped into her stomach at the nickname that fell from his lips. He remembered. He knew who she was. Her fingers clenched around the pen she held in her hand, aware that it was only one more clenched fist away from snapping and spilling all over her. It was a distraction though. A distraction she needed.

“You’re....alive.” Her voice was shaky, her breathing uneven, this had to be some sort of sick joke. This was punishment for her luckiness on always making it out of the deadly situations. Death was always a whispered breath away, a distance so close but not close enough for her to grasp it.

The pen finally snapped under the weight of her bone crushing grip, her almost wide eyes flickering up to meet his. “You’re....alive.” She repeated.

 

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Rylan Jacob Pierce​

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There was a part of him that prayed that she didn't react to the nickname.

The stupid nickname that he had given her so many years ago. Octavia was his pigeon. A stupid fucking bird that represented love, peace, and the understanding of life. The stupid bird meant everything. His hazel eyes didn't flicker away from her green ones, the frown not pulling from his lips. He's alive? What the hell did that even mean? Of course he was alive. Brows furrowed, Rylan pressed his left palm against the table. "What do you mean I'm alive?" He hissed quietly, not wanting to make a scene in the classroom. Mr. Johnson was already pissed at him, he didn't need any excuse to be kicked out of the class. Hell, maybe he wanted to be kicked out of the class at this point.

"You just up and left. I woke up and you were gone." Rylan's tone was now angry, his eyes going down to look at the ink now splattered onto the girl's hand. "Your mom, your dad...you all just...you just fucking left." He was angry, his chest tightening at the very thought of what had happened ten years ago. How dare she just pop up like nothing happened? What did she expect when she came back to this god forsaken town? That everything was going to go back to the way it was?

He stared at Octavia in awe, now worried that the frown was going to be permanently tattooed on his face. "I was always there for you, always." Rylan took in a breathe, closing his eyes for a moment before pressing his right hand through his curly locks. "And then when I needed you, you fucking leave." Was he talking too much? More than likely, he had a tendency to ramble on and on especially when he was mad or upset. He couldn't help it, Octavia was one of the few people who ever got him emotional.

"Do you two like, know each other or something?"

Hearing Adam's voice made Rylan pause, his mouth shutting as he turned to look up at the blonde who was standing over them. Was class already over? What the hell happened? Adam frowned for a moment, his blue eyes flicking over to Octavia before he extended his hand to her. "I'm Adam, Rylan's roommate, best friend, whatever you want to call it." Rylan winced at the statement, not knowing what to make of the whole situation. "Kate's having a party tonight, you should come by. I'll need someone around when RJ decides to find his way to her bedroom." Rylan pressed his hands now against his face, letting a silent frustrated sigh sneak through his lips. Why did he even care what Adam was saying? Octavia was the one who left him, remember? ​

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[Zyrelle]

Her gaze flickered down to the ink that splattered across her skin, it was so beautiful when it was on paper. But on skin? The swirls weren’t as prominent, and it didn’t bring it to life as much. But it was interesting to watch, she’d rather stare at paint drying than look into the hazel eyes that made up her childhood. As harsh as that sounded.

His words stunned her - of course he would think she was the one that left. It sucked, honestly. For the last ten years of her life she was blaming herself, and for the last ten years of his life - he was blaming her too. Didn’t he have any faith in her? Why did he just automatically assume she left him? They were inseparable, unless something serious happened - which it did - you would never catch her without him.

Her eyebrows furrowed at the accusing tone of his voice. Now she was angry, how was he blaming this all on her? “I went back for you.” She snapped, balling her hands into fists once more. “I fucking went back for you.” She knew that would mean nothing to him until she explained the situation more, but it was so hard for her. Even if he was alive and her blame and self loathing meant nothing now, it was still hard reliving it.

“I saw you...i thought he killed you.” Taking a shaky breath, she finally let her eyes meet his. “My parents, they told me you were dead too.” Her parents had spent the majority of their lives feeling guilty for what had happened with his father, they blamed themselves. And because of that, they left town and never looked back. They never mentioned anything about him still being alive, and that hurt so fucking much.

“You were fucking dead. I saw you.” She knew she was repeating herself at this point, but she was in shock and she was pissed that he blamed her. “I spent the last ten years hating myself because of it - don’t you fucking dare blame me.” Stuffing her notebooks back into her bag, she jumped slightly as a new voice appeared.

Best friend.

That stung, more than she’d like to admit. Of course he’d have a new best friend, he hadn’t been six feet under for the last ten years like she believed. He was out living his life thinking she forgot about him. Of course he’d move on. She just hated the fact that he had other people. She’s had nobody. She never allowed herself to get a new best friend, nobody could ever replace him.

Refusing to let her sudden sadness show, she plastered on a smile, placing her hand in his. “Octavia.” She murmured, glancing over at Rylan for a second before Adam spoke again. More words that sent her heart plummeting into her stomach. And once again, she shook it off.

Pulling her backpack over her shoulders, she shook her head. “I’m not really the partying type.” She shot him an apologetic smile, all too eager to get away and out of the classroom. She didn’t want to cry in front of either of them, something she knew she needed to do.

Maybe she should call her aunt - she didn’t think she’d mind coming to pick her up. Her classes can always wait, besides she’d forge some sort of lie. “I’m sorry you thought i left you, i’m glad you’re happy now though.” Her words shook, the anxiety bubbling within her chest was too much to ignore as she gripped the straps of her backpack. Making a break for the door.

 

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Rylan Jacob Pierce​

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"Dead?"

What the hell was she talking about? He never died. She thought he was dead this whole time? "How could you have thought I was dead when there wasn't a funeral?" Rylan spoke, his nose scrunching lightly at the statement. Had she gone mental over the past ten years or was she just lying to him? "Oh, here we go." Rylan rolled his eyes as he watched the blonde start to pack up her things. "I didn't tell you to hate yourself, you did that all on your own." The whole thing was infuriatingly frustrating. None of it made any sense, though he didn't remember much when he finally had awoke at the hospital.

One moment he was screaming at Octavia to get the hell out of his father's basement and then the next he remembered his father charging at him. That was it, the whole thing was a blur. He had a few scars placed on his body from the incident, one being in the middle of his left eyebrow and on the right of his chin.

He watched the interaction between Adam and Octavia, his eyes not leaving her face. He could still read her like a book. She was going to bolt and end up crying. Rylan stood quickly, his teeth coming down on his inner cheek in an anxious attempt to try and calm him. The words slipping out of Octavia's lips made Rylan pause, his eyebrows coming together once more. Ouch. Happy now? She was kidding right?

She made the break that he knew she was going for. He watched her, his feet planted firmly in place as he chewed the inside of his cheek raw. Did he go after her or did he let her go? "What the hell is going on?" Rylan just shook his head, quickly snatching up the bag and slinging it over one shoulder. "I'll see you at home later." The brunette took off, out the classroom door and into the hallway in seconds. His hazel eyes searching for the blonde, locking in once he found the girl trying to flee out of the school. "Oh no you don't." Rylan took off in a sprint, pushing past some of the other students before reaching out and yanking the backpack back making the blonde hault.

In an attempt to comfort Octavia, Rylan pressed his palm on the back of her neck now staring down at her. She was much shorter than he was, puberty would do that. He hadn't really gotten a chance to actually notice the differences about her. "Come on." He said quietly, his hand moving off of her neck as he made his way to the door, shoving his hands in his pockets. She could either follow him or she could go her own way, he wasn't about to make that choice for her.​

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[Zyrelle]

She could’ve laughed at the irony of his words, her parents had told her that she was too young to attend the funeral. Which she believed, but that didn’t mean she took lightly to the news. She didn’t leave her room for three days. Didn’t eat, barely even drank anything. Which made her confused. Her parents saw how much this destroyed her and still stuck with the story of him dying. Did they really blame themselves that much?

Did they really care more about their feelings than hers? She was fucking destroyed when he died. Did they know this entire time he was still alive? They definitely should be thankful that they were dead, otherwise they’d have a very pissed off octavia on their hands.

She paused momentarily in her steps out of the door, her back towards him as he spoke at her. What happened to the boy who would’ve done anything to make her smile? To the boy who purposely fell over every time she accidentally did so she wouldn’t feel embarrassed? She understood his frustration though.

They had both gone believing two different things the last ten years. He believed she had left him - which was hard to come back from. And she believed he died saving her - which was a lot harder to come back from. She barely shook her head, before continuing her descent out of the classroom.

She had debated on texting her aunt, but she didn’t want to worry her for nothing. Not when this was easily something she could come back from on her own, she just needed to clear her mind and not have to worry about classes for the day. She’d make some excuse if her aunt asked. Did her aunt know he was still alive? She had lived in this town her whole life.

Barely even making it out of the entrance, she froze as she felt herself being pulled backwards. Despite the situation and how angry they seemed to be at each other right now - she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at each end of her lips. He had come after her. Maybe they weren’t a complete lost cause.

She trailed behind him after he had spoken the two simple words. She didn’t know where they were going, or why. But she had made countless pinky promises to never leave him alone - and after hearing everything recently she didn’t want to leave him again.

“They told me there was a funeral - that i was too young to go.” Her shaky voice broke the silence, she needed to help him fully understand her situation. Where she was coming from. “When i went back for you, my parents barely allowed me time to stick around. I saw your body, you weren’t awake, and you were covered in blood.” Wringing her hands out in front of her, she blew a breath. “We left that night - never looked back. I guess they felt too guilty after what had happened to actually tell me you were still alive - or maybe they didn’t know.”

Pausing in her steps, she turned to face him. “I didn’t leave you, i never would. I didn’t eat for days, man. I was a fucking mess.” A small laugh drew from her lips. “It was my fault. You wouldn’t of gotten hurt if it weren’t for me, and i’m sorry. I’m sorry you thought i’d leave you too.” She barely even realised she was crying until a lone tear fell from her eyelash and slid down her cheek.

 

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Rylan Jacob Pierce​

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What was he doing?

This was either the best or worst thing he could have done. Rylan let his hazel eyes gaze down the long hallway, nodding his head to a few people he knew as he kept walking. He didn't stop, hearing the small footsteps that trailed behind him. Of course Octavia was going to follow him. It was one of their 'rules' after all. Rule 16 : You never leave your best friend when they need you the most. It was incredible how he managed to remember every last rule that they had made up when the pair was younger. There were at least one hundred of the damn things.

The sound of Octavia's voice made Rylan halt in his steps, his feet now planted firmly in the same spot. Her parents did what? Of course they wanted her to think he was really dead...after all he was his father's son. They probably thought that Rylan was capable of the same disgusting acts. Letting a sigh brush past his lips, Rylan turned slightly to get a better look at Octavia behind him. The girl was a mess, hands wrung tightly in front of her, tears running down her pale cheeks. "Jesus Pidge, calm down." Rylan spoke softly, his body turning completely now as he brought his right hand up and pressed it ever so slightly against Octavia's cheek. "The whole thing was a shit show. I honestly don't blame your parents for never wanting to come back." The brunette let out a small laugh, the corner of his lips lifting.

They were ten years old. He couldn't blame her for not coming back. Sure, yeah he was pretty pissed that she didn't at least even try to look him up on social media...something...but he knew Octavia. The girl probably locked herself away from the world. It's what she always did when things got tough. Something that Rylan always brought her out of.

Shaking his head at her words, he brushed back the tears before letting his hand drop against his side. "Stop Octavia." He spoke sharply this time, the frown placed back on his face as he stared down at the girl. "I would do it all over again." It was the truth, he would kill for the girl in front of him. Anyone knew that...or well they used to. A lot had changed in the past ten years. He had to reinvent who he was, fuck he had to find who he was. "Let's go back to my apartment before the whole university thinks your crazy, we can talk there." He didn't want everyone to know his past. He had finally gotten over it and he didn't need it coming back up. He didn't want to be the guy who's father was in jail for assault on a minor. There were too many questions that come up with it, too many that Rylan didn't want back in his life after finally calming them.​

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[Zyrelle]

If there was anything anybody would say about Octavia, it was that she was not a violent person. She wasn’t the type to hit for any reason, she would never bring any weapon to a gun fight. And she would always choose flight over fight. It wasn’t something to be extremely proud of, and it wasn’t something that would help her in the future. But she hated the idea of hurting somebody, even if it were to protect her.

But there was always an exception and, Rylan’s father was one of them. The fucking shit she’d do to him. She was convinced she’d kill him, just to bring him back to life and kill him again. It wasn’t just for the mere fact that he ruined her friendship with her best friend, that was a huge part of it, though. But she’d kill him for Rylan.

That boy had done so much for her, he made her a better person. He brought her out of her shell when she was sure she was going to live in that thing forever. He was there for her that one time the boy a little older than she was, pushed her over in the playground. He was always the person she drew whenever she had to draw somebody important to her in kindergarten, granted they were stick figures and you couldn’t really tell who it was in the first place. He knew though.

Point is, she was not only willing to take a bullet for that boy, but she was willing to kill too. And the only person deserving of being killed for anything, was his father. He should be thankful he was already in prison, if she would’ve got her hands on him first. God only knows what she would’ve done.

She breathed a sigh of relief once she no longer saw that he was angry at her. She used to hate it when he was angry at her, and nothings changed now. She spent the last ten years wishing to be with him again, she’d be damned if she was going to live through that but have him angry at her.

Nodding her head, she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. Making sure to wipe the tears. “They loved you though.” She murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Contrary to belief, her parents did genuinely love him like a son. They witnessed something that terrified them as parents, and acted on pure shock and worry. She didn’t blame them as much for telling her he was dead when he wasn’t. They were dead, there was no point hating them, or wishing things turned out differently.

Almost completely forgetting that she was supposed to be sad, she nodded her head almost too enthusiastically. She wanted to see where he had been living for half of the ten years, they had always talked about their dream houses and where they wished to settle down. Hers had always been the same: a ranch on a farm, with two horses. One to call her own, and one Rylan could ride.

Her fingers felt around for her phone, before she pulled it out and switched it off. She didn’t have many classes today, which meant her aunt would start calling soon and she didn’t want to be disturbed any time soon. “Who cares if they think i’m crazy?” She mused, with a small sad smile.

 

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Rylan Jacob Pierce​

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He hated seeing her cry.

Rylan remembered when they were six and one of their classmates had pushed her on the playground. That was his first fight, and he won. Broke the poor kids nose and everything. He didn't even care that his father had beat him when he found out. It was all oh so worth it. The brunette rolled his eyes, a grin taking over his face as he watched Octavia nod her head in excitement. They had so much to catch up on, so much had changed over the past ten years. They had completely separate lives and he only hoped Octavia was going to be alright with his new one.

"I certainly don't care if they think you're crazy. It wouldn't be the first time I've gotten into a fist fight for you." The brunette grinned, his head shaking at the thought of the whole thing. He let his hand encircle around Octavia's wrist, leading her out of the school and onto the pavement. He stayed silent on the quick walk back to his apartment, his fingers not letting go of the girl's wrist. Whenever he had too much to think about he was quiet. There was just so much that had happened in the past ten years, where did he even start?

Finally, he let his grasp on Octavia's wrist go his hands now searching his pockets for the little gold key before placing it into the lock and opening the door. He pushed the door open, a small smile still on his lips as he looked down at the blonde. "It's not much, but it's home." Rylan shrugged his shoulders, allowing Octavia to walk through before entering himself and closing the door behind him. He flipped on the lights, frowning slightly at the messy apartment. It was better than most apartments that were lived in by two young men. At least it didn't smell like rotten food.

"Did you want a water or something? Adam and I haven't been to the store...but I think we have some Gatorade." Rylan moved into the small apartment. There wasn't much to it: two bedrooms, a small living room, one bathroom, and a small kitchen. It was cheap and close to school. It was good enough. ​

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[Zyrelle]

Despite their current situation, Octavia couldn’t help the small giggle that bubbles up her throat. God she missed him. She missed him more than anything, and it felt so good to have him back. They were quiet the entire way to his apartment, and she knew that meant he had stuff on his mind. Even when they were little, if he was overthinking or worried about something, he would go completely silent. And it would take a lot of harassing on her side, before he finally gave in and confided in her.

She didn’t know what to make of his new life, he had friends. People he could rely on, and people he could trust. He didn’t need her anymore. And maybe that hurt more than she’d ever let on. At this point, she needed him more than he needed her. And it hurt. She would no longer be the person he confided in, she would no longer be the person he went to when he was incredibly happy, or someone he’d turn to when things got too much for him.

His father had ruined them. He had ruined their friendship, and for that, she felt herself hating him for a whole different reason. If he hadn’t taken her, her parents wouldn’t of moved them away, and she would’ve been able to grow up with the boy who was her everything. He was her everything, but she didn’t think she was anything to him now.

Still, biting back the tears, she shook her head. “I like it.” She breathed, shooting him a small smile as she glanced around. It was homely. And cute. Maybe not two words two boys wanted to hear, but that’s what she thought of the place at least.

Flickering her gaze to meet her ex best friends, she shook her head. “No thank you, i’m not thirsty.” Shrugging her shoulders, she shifted from one foot to the other. It felt strange being here, she didn’t feel like she belonged. Maybe because she didn’t, he had moved on. He had grew up. He wasn’t hers anymore, at least not in the sense she longed for.