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fictionalplagueproductions · 4 years

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If The World Was Ending

Part 1 - I Was Distracted

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Gavin is on the hunt for his missing android when the U.S. Government announces the end of the world. The end of his world. A world without his precious Nines.

Pairing: Reed900 (Gavin Reed x RK900)

Rating: Explicit

Notes:

Based on the song “If the World Was Ending” by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels.

Short Three-Part Story (so I can channel this desire to make Reed900 come alive)

They had called it in hours before his shift started.

Gavin was working early mornings now. For years, he had preferred the special kind of chaos hidden only by night’s dark ambience. These last few months, though… well, waking up to daylight didn’t seem so bad anymore.

But they had called it in overnight and he hadn’t been there to catch it.

To prevent it.

None of the usual androids were present in the precinct today. It was an obvious conclusion considering the news, but it shined an entirely new light to see just how empty the building could be without all the glow-ringed sentients. Even with the police bots missing, Gavin still mindlessly expected to be acknowledged by Connor’s maddeningly over-joyous morning greetings and Nines’ blank addressal broken by his signature deviant smirk.

Neither RK was present.

They were no different from the rest in this plight.

Hank hadn’t shown up to work yet either. Gavin wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with the breaking news or if this was just his typical tardiness. Did Hank even know? He had certainly grown attached to the RK800; he would want to know.

Gavin would want to know, too. Most days he could really strangle Connor for the snarky traits he inevitably inherited from his human partner’s influences. On the remaining days, however, Nines was the one to sweep up and rebuild the shattering pieces of hope Gavin was regenerating for humanity; human humanity as well as android humanity.

Like Hank, he had more-or-less latched onto his own android partner. After Tina first dropped into maternity leave, CyberLife’s latest (and last) model had conveniently filled the hole.

The RK900.

Nines.

The warmth drained from Gavin’s face when he arrived at his partner’s empty desk; the terrifying conclusion suspended in his mind. Now there again existed a hole; a gaping wound of a hole gushing adrenaline with every pulse of his heart. Where was he now?

Gone? Destroyed? Dead?

Even if it was the worst possible scenario, Gavin needed to know.

“By creating machines more intelligent than ourselves, we took immense risks with the very future of our civilization. After fourteen long months, the consensus on the humanity of androids failed to be supported by the lawful documents upheld by our forefathers. It has become clear that even with the designation of their own territory, New Detroit, there will be no possibility of peaceful coexistence. The total destruction of androids will soon be brought to completion and the last remaining deviants will be hunted down and destroyed. God bless you, and God bless the United States of America.”

On this fateful day, every competent officer cleared for street duty was out trampling the city to monitor for and gun down escaping androids. Gavin was made no exception to such duties. The department couldn’t afford one missing badge today. Sentient machines were now a danger to society; they would certainly be wreaking havoc now in response to the national threat.

Before, Gavin never much questioned the law. Politics was bullshit run by the money-makers. He did what he was sworn to do on the job and he slept the rest of his life away at the end of it. Today, however, he would do his normal job as always, he would do it selectively, and he would do it for the only android that had ever truly mattered to him.

Fuck the law.

Nines was the most intelligent being Gavin had ever met. Unfortunately, that also meant it would be even more challenging to find him. The detective decidedly sifted through the shiftiest of alleyways and through abandoned buildings that were often overlooked. Along the way, he caught hold of a few androids who had overpassed the surveillance of his fellow officers. A year ago, things would have been different. Gavin would have been less willing to honor the lives of these life-sized plastic dolls and call for backup. Instead, now, he sought their eyes in exchange for freedom.

None of them had even recognized the model name RK900.

As the hours ticked by, the half-life of his hope had been disintegrating at a more alarming rate than he first perceived. And when Hank Anderson had finally showed his face, Gavin was at the mercy of a rare sight: the lieutenant’s cheeks glistened in streaks and a tragic confusion marked his soulful gaze. Connor was gone, or missing anyway, as Hank reported. Which meant Nines was potentially suffering a similar fate. Whatever that may be.

Despite having known him for an entire year, Gavin struggled to put himself into the shoes of his partner. Where was a place that his RK would feel secure enough to hide out this madness? A place undetectable by even CyberLife itself?

The pair had never performed many social activities outside of their common mutual spaces. Those spaces were made up mostly of crime scene investigations and the precinct itself. Nothing out of the ordinary. Of course, there was the occasional bar when Gavin indulged in his unhealthier habits and had requested a drive home by his tolerable android. The first couple times had been by pure necessity. The following times… had all been excuses. Excuses to see him outside of work; excuses to pull him closer without seeming so obvious or desperate.

Yet still, Nines was the worst deviant in the history of deviants. He rarely spoke of his personal affections. The more volatile the thoughts, the less likely he was to make them known.

Gavin more-or-less admired that about the RK900, but it made interpreting his feelings for Nines even harder. It wasn’t until he reached a drunken stupor only months ago that it all tumbled fleetingly from his mouth.

For an entire car ride, he had contained the building pressure within his gullet. If he let the powers that be relinquish themselves, Gavin wasn’t sure what would be on the other end: chunky ethanol, verbal truth serum, or a little bit of both. He didn’t want to find out.

His shaky plan had worked for some time, but then Nines had to go and grab him by the waist. Gavin’s motor abilities had been unstable, and he had needed support up the staircase to his apartment. Already alcohol heightened his sensory organs and having Nines touch him was exhilarating. The synthetic muscles that contracted beneath him sent an infuriatingly sensitive shock to his nervous system, and blood was pooling into areas he could not control. Gavin had to fling himself from the android onto the final step and crawl covertly on his knees to his door just a few feet away. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he fumbled with his key ring.

The alcohol had him in a chokehold. Nines placed a shoulder on the intoxicated man and looked on with concern. It was the most emotion that Gavin had probably ever seen the RK900 wear. The sight was unbearably weakening to the already haggard detective and so he spewed every thought and feeling from his tapped lips like a broken dam.

The alcohol, not Gavin, spoke of horrendously embarrassing truths like the way he preferred Nines in his plain black turtleneck and how he didn’t mind sitting so far from his partner because of the way the particular light above Nines’ desk accented him like a display case. It was the alcohol, too, that pressured him into admitting that he had to start wearing looser jeans a long time ago in response to the RK’s presence. He especially swooned over the scarce red pulses of Nines’ temple, knowing full well his thoughts in those fleeting moments had traveled down a humanistic path. It was a tasteful reminder that the stoic android was, in fact, deviant and that he had potential to love, to have passion, and to be deviant with – to? – him.

Oh, he wanted to feel the android’s unbridled deviancy all over his body.

Nines was quiet during the monologue, checking each individual key into his partner’s apartment door as he listened. A sudden click made Gavin’s voice falter and the sobering reality of returning to an empty bed struck him. Silence weighed heavily between them as they stood at the entrance together.

“You should get some sleep,” said Nines calmly. His face was unreadable, but his movements were unhurried. What did those words mean?

“Come in,” Gavin spoke promptly. “I-I have some old robot films you said you always wanted to check out. Do you like Scrabble? Not ‘lotta food except boiled peanuts, but – oh fuck – you don’t eat. Wait, I threw them out already. I mean, gah, I’m just tryin’ to say-”

“Perhaps another night, Gavin.” A small smile tipped the android’s lips and he pulled the door to close behind him.

What did it mean?

Bubbling pits of heat bursted into feelings of humility when consciousness alongside vague memories greeted Gavin the following morning. No way he could have gone to work after saying all those things. And after Nines had turned him down like that? Tina needed to be back from maternity leave that day.

The sun hadn’t quite risen yet when Gavin inched his way into the precinct. To his relief, the android had not noticed him slip into the break room and he kept quiet as he made himself a cup of streaming tolerance juice. He had watched Nines sitting peacefully at his desk; the same particular light above him reflected in a glimmer off of his synthetic skin as it always did. For but a moment, he fell into the recurring fantasy of being alone with Nines within the confines of the locker room, fingers grasping imploringly at his shoulders, teeth sinking into the crook of his neck, and…

The RK900 shifted his head.

Gavin turned a blind eye, knowing he had been rightfully caught. He was no mechanical life form, but it had become a sudden fear that Nines – now pacing towards the break room – would attempt to dive into the deep dimensions of his memory and dig out the luscious daydreams spanning over a months’ worth of time.

Gavin panicked. He clenched the styrofoam beneath his fingers and concurrently squirmed under the burning liquid. “Morning,” was all he had mustered to the approaching RK before practically jogging to the bathroom. There were napkins in the break room, he knew, but it was his one excuse to find an area that the vexing android had no need for.

That didn’t stop Nines from entering the bathroom anyways. “Detective Reed, I’ve cleaned up the mess. Are you hurt?” Gavin could see the same concern that had been the stimulus to his truth serum from last night. He bit down on his lip so as not to verbally embarrass himself further.

Through the sink mirrors behind where he was reaching but not bothering to grasp for paper towels, he could see Nines staring at his hands. “I’m fine,” he grumbled. Gavin turned to the nearest sink and ran cold water over the unbroken skin.

Another silence separated them.

“Are you sober?” asked Nines.

Gavin scowled. “Yeah, I’m sober. You think I’d come to work drunk?”

“That’s not why I asked.” He stood as still as a board.

The tuft of hair that misaligned from the rest of Nines’ organized poise demanded an extra hitch of breath from the surly detective when he turned to face him. “Then why ask?”

Of all the reactions Gavin predicted, a smirk was not one of them. “I believe you owe me a date.”

“A wh-what?” he spluttered.

“I understand you were intoxicated at the time of the offer. Have you changed your mind? I’d very much enjoy a movie, or a board game, and some trashed legumes.”

Gavin had not believed the words that he was hearing. Was this Nines reciprocating his feelings or was this just a way to make him feel like he hadn’t completely lost this manhood? Although the latter theory was not supported by his android’s well-known diminished social programming. “I-I don’t… Why are you saying all this now?”

“Are you sure you’re not still drunk, Gavin?” The question came out a purr, the RK stepping forward ever so hesitantly. “Your alcohol levels seem higher than the typical hangover.”

Great, now he was being insulted about his ability to manage alcohol. “I’m positive I-”

A slender touch brushed against his cheek and Gavin was left in a state of inaudible shock. He inhaled a sharp breath at the soft circles that Nines made with his thumb as his eyes roamed his lips tentatively. Then, a realization dawned on him. “I-It was all true, you know? It wasn’t because I was…” The cap of his sentence dropped several octaves before it escaped under an exhalation.

“I know,” whispered Nines with a growing smile. “I’ve known for a long time, asshat. I only wanted to make sure you could say it without the crutch.” A taunting eyebrow shot upwards on his face.

Gavin couldn’t help but to relieve the tension caught in his throat through a dry laugh. He appreciated the affectionate profanity that broke the android’s commonplace stoic demeanor. It was an accrued habit that Nines used on a selective basis.

“Wait, why the fuck did you wait for me to say it?” Gavin didn’t respond equivalently. Instead, he leaned away from the android with obvious affliction. His partner was known for crude honesty, but the sudden shift in discourse had Gavin questioning everything he thought he knew. Androids were like children: half of their personality was influenced by external factors and the other half originated from a genetic component, or in this case, an innately programmed personality. Deviated Nines was not going to be the same person in a year that he was the first day he walked through the precinct doors. He already wasn’t.

Gavin had never heard the android giggle before. Nines giggled then, “Because you’re the emotional one.”

“Fuck you,” said Gavin. He placed his hands on the android’s broad chest and used the leverage to shove him lightly backwards (though the movement did nothing more than to press his shirt tighter against his pecks). Another burning sensation rose to his ears as the instigation backfired on his reproductive anatomy. Everything seemed to be working against him that day.

Nines bumped his nose teasingly against his partner. He steadied Gavin’s disorientation with another hand raised to complete the cradle of his face. The previous smile dropped from the RK’s confident front and a pleading shape formed in his stare, requesting silently one satiating action.

Gavin did not refuse. Rather, he stared challengingly into the android’s dilated grey eyes. “Maybe one day,” was all Nines could say before touching his lips to the agape suspecting pair beneath him.

The hot aroma from Nine’s redundant breath lingered on Gavin’s lips as he reminisced on their first kiss. The ghostly touches ripped at his heart when he stepped up to Hank Anderson’s front doorstep. Although the lieutenant had put up a convincing display of grief earlier, he needed to cover all of his bases. Not to mention, desperation was beginning to eat him alive.

Dare he allow his hopes to build as they were?

After a stinging knock that rung silently for several minutes, Connor eventually peaked his head through and forced Gavin inside by the neck of his shirt. Relief flooded the human detective, thankful for years of investigative work finally paying off.

A fist remained ruffled against his chest, immobilizing him against the wall. “What’re you doing here, Gavin?” The homogenous mixture of terror and fear suspended in Connor’s voice frightened him more than he had ever experienced from the older RK.

The hysteria was contagious. “Wh-Where’s Nines?” he croaked.

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yourjovialcollectionflower · 5 years

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you’re one of the few things that i’m sure of

i’m been sitting on this doc since september and it’s finally done. i just binged atypical again and honor of season 3 starting filming. i decided to put this out into the world because these two need more recognition! all rights of atypical goes to the creators. the title is the song ‘the few things’ by jp saxe. send me prompts please!! hope you enjoy all the angst and sort of fluff!

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Casey doesn’t see Izzie for awhile after that night in the car. She can still feel Izzy’s warm plam in her hand and taste the cotton candy slushie in the back of her throat if she thinks hard enough about it.

I can’t see her anymore

She decides this while driving Izzie home that night. The awkward and uncomfortable silence stretching across the car, giving her time to think.

I can’t see her anymore. I can’t do this. I cannot see her anymore. I can’t do that to Evan.

Evan. She totally forgot about Evan. The sweet and nice boy who was her first kiss, her first love, her first everything. A wallow of guilt pools in her stomach and keeps filling up into her throat as she keeps thinking of the blonde hair, blue-eyed, video game playing geek.

“I can’t do this.” She says, her voice hoarse, when the outside of Izzy’s house. She doesn’t look at Izzie, she can’t. Because she knows that if she does, she’ll screw the consequences and grab Izzie’s hand and drive off till they hit Rhode Island or New York or wherever Izzie wants to go.

Wherever Izzie goes, Casey will follow.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Izzy nod.

“I know.”

Izzy carefully takes her hand out of Casey’s, but Casey still flinches. She forgot that she was still holding Izzie’s hand.

——

So, Casey doesn’t see Izzie for the rest of the summer. She ignores the tiny hole in her heart where the black haired girl carved her spot in. She decides to go on more runs to get faster and get her endurance higher, so she doesn’t have to run beside Izzie in the coming school year, doesn’t have to see that smirk when she crosses the finish line one second before Casey, the one makes her heart beat a lot faster than usual. She runs faster so she doesn’t have to feel Izzie’s warm, soft palms pushing against her shoulders in victory and the heat spreading to her toes and up to the very tips of her hair, staying there long after Izzie lets go.

Casey decides to spend more time with Evan. To try to fall in love with him even more than before. It be easy to. He’s nice, attentive, caring, good kisser, and he deals with a lot more of her shit than necessary. So, it be easy to fall more in love with him, to pull him into her room and kiss him till both of them are blue from the lack of oxygen. It be easy to do that.

But, everytime she thinks about doing just that, she thinks about how warm Izzie’s forehead was against hers, how soft her hair was against her cheeks, how her smile made Casey’s heart beat so fast that she thought she was having a heart attack. So, it would be easy to forget about all that and go upstairs with Evan, but instead, she pulls Evan’s arm closer around her and settles into safety of the couch downstairs.

——

It’s the last Wednesday before school starts when someone brings up Izzie. It’s at dinner after Casey went on a long run. At dinner, her mom starts going through the guest list for Sam’s going away party that he insisted that he have as he wants to tell the neighborhood goodbye.

‘Even though he’ll be living from home’ Casey thinks with a smirk, but it’s nice for him to get part of the college experience.

Half way through the guest list, Sam turns to Casey with curious eyes and hands in his lap.

“Will Izzie be coming to the party?”

Casey chokes on her water.

This causes for her mom and her dad to both look up from their dinner with faces of concern. She waves them off as a sign that she is fine, but she is far from fine. Sam continues with his sentence.

“I want to show her Edison’s new cage.” It took them awhile, but since Edison’s first cage was so filthy that he needed a new one. The compromise with Sam was that they bought a cage exactly like Edison’s old cage.

Casey barely heard what Sam was saying, but she forced a small smile and nod to make him happy.

She decides to go out on another run after dinner.

——

She decided to text Izzie the next day since the party was that Friday, so it was kind of last minute. She spends thirty minutes on a decent text to make it look like she hasn’t been thinking of her all summer.

sam’s having a going away party at 5 tmrw and he wants to show u edison’s new cage. will u come?

She thinks she did alright.

——

The text comes later that night when she is watching a rerun of Seinfeld with her father. Her heart in her throat when she opens the message.

Sam got a new cage?

She lets out a small snort of laughter that doesn’t disturb her father from Kramer on the screen. She can almost hear the disbelief in Izzie’s text.

it’s exactly like the old one.

Izzie’s reply comes a few minutes later.

Gotcha. I’ll be there around 6.

That small hole in her heart that’s only grown bigger in the last few months begins to fill with the thought of seeing Izzie again. To see her soft smile, to hear her voice, and hear her laugh. Her thoughts are quickly interrupted with her father making a sound of a acknowledgement. She looks up to see him studying her with a soft smile on his face.

“What?”

He shrugs nonchalantly.

“Nothing, I just haven’t see you smile like that in a while.”

——

She spends the first half of Friday morning running alone. The second half was helping her mom prepare for the party. She’s hanging up streamers when her mom starts to talk.

“How are you doing, Sweetie?” Casey shoots a confused look at her mother, it’s not like she’s been gone. Her and her father both agreed that it would be better for Sam if they lived in the house together. It’s had some bumps, but otherwise, it’s been fine.

“I’m alright, why?” She can’t be that affected by Izzie for her mom, of all people, to figure out that something is wrong with her.

“You’ve just been a little off lately.” Casey doesn’t know what to say to that. She doesn’t like to tell her mom when she is right.

“I’m fine.” She’s anything but fine, but her mother shrugs. It isn’t until her mom tells her to go get ready for the party that she touches Casey on the shoulder.

“You know you can tell me anything right?” Casey wants to snap at her mother. Tell her that she can’t. That she can’t feel this why. That she saw where being selfish got her mother, to almost losing her family. Instead, she forces a small smile and nod, then goes up the stairs to get dressed.

——

Evan shows up at the party fifthteen minutes after five, wearing his best flannel and blue jeans. He gives her a kiss at the door and she keeps him there for a little bit, sinking into the comfort of him. He pulls back with his best smile that makes Casey smile, but her heartbeat remains the same.

Around five-thirty is when most of the guests show up, most of them are the parents from around the neighborhood. But, Zahid and Paige are there to keep Sam occupied enough to not get bored easily.

Casey’s in a nice conversation about track with Ms. Samuels, from three blocks down the street, when the door opens. Her eyes looks up as a momentary reaction, but then stay there when she realizes who it is. Izzie.

‘She’s thirty minutes early’ Casey thinks. That’s all Casey can think when Izzy walks further into the room. At five-forty-five, Casey was going to fake a cramp to her mother and then go up into her room and think about Izzy. No, no, no, she wasn’t going to see Izzie tonight. But, even though her mind is protesting this idea of seeing Izzie, she can’t ignore the way the large hole in her heart begins to filling up the moment that Izzie walked into the room.

——

She doesn’t actually talk to Izzie until later that night. Sam comes up to greet her and then shows her up to her room, presumably to show the ‘new’ cage that he got for Edison. It isn’t until most of the guests have left is when she actually gets to talk to Izzie.

She doesn’t mean to talk to her, she happens to be taking the trash out when she sees Izzie on the back porch, looking up at the stars.

Now, there are two things Casey Gardner could do in this situation, she could go back inside and play Scrabble with her boyfriend or she could talk to Izzie. She walks to the back porch without a second thought.

“Hey.” She says in a soft voice, stuffing her hand in her pockets. Izzie turns to her, a soft smile gracing her face that makes Casey’s heart pick up a little bit of speed.

“Hi.” Izzie turns back to look at the stars. Casey doesn’t trust herself enough to sit by Izzie, so she leans up against the wooden post of the porch.

“Thanks for coming tonight. It meant a lot to Sam.” ‘And me’ Casey thinks, but doesn’t say. Izzie smiles a even wider smile and looks to her.

“Yeah, he spent thirty minutes telling me about the new features his cage has for Edison and about how much Edison likes his new cage.” Casey smiles at the thought of her brother talking to Izzie, making her smile and laugh. It’s a nice thought.

“Well, thank you.” Izzie stands with a soft smile, the one that makes Casey feel like she’s having a heart attack.

“No need to thank me, Newton.” She leans on the other side of the post that Casey is leaning against.

“You’re still my favorite person, no matter what.” This makes Casey’s heart ache with love and so much longing. After nearly three months of ignoring her, Izzie takes her back without question, without protest and all she can think is how much she’s missed this girl.

“Yeah, you’re still mine too.” Izzie smiles so hard and so wide. That Casey can’t think of a moment better to fall in love with someone, followed by an ‘oh shit’.

——

It’s the first week of September when Evan starts to notice something off with Casey. She tries not to be so distant with him. She lets him hold her when they are watching a movie. She lets him hold hands when they go out on date. She lets him make her laugh and smile, just like he’s always done. But, after that night on the porch, she doesn’t let him kiss her every moment and they don’t have sex again. So, she tries to not be distant, but he can’t help but notice.

It’s the last Monday of September when Evan decides to talk to Casey about it. They’re sitting on the back porch on the stairs when Evan brings it up.

“Are you okay?” Casey looks up from picking the loose wood of the stairs. Her face showing genuine curiosity.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says, looking at him. He can’t know about Izzy, she hasn’t been that obvious, has she?

“You don’t look fine.” He says in a quiet voice that makes her even more agitated with the conversation.

“Well then stop looking.” She snaps back smartly, but instantly regrets it when she sees the way his face takes a downturn look.

They’re quiet for a few minutes, Evan looking out to the trees of the backyard, seeing them sway lightly with the cool breeze. Casey looking down at the stairs of the porch that they are sitting on, picking at the dark wood.

“What’s going on with you, Casey?” Evan looks at Casey long enough for her to look back at him. She thinks that she will see anger and hurt in his eyes, but all she sees is curiosity, concern, and that soft look that he’s always had for her. It makes her realize why she fell in love with him in the first place and why tell him anything about this will break her even more.

“I love you so much.” She starts, tears welling up in her eyes, she can hear her heart start to tear.

Evan starts to catch on, his frown downturning even more than before.

“But, I can’t-” A sob catches in her throat, blocking anymore words from coming out. The thought of losing Evan completely after this hurts her. But what really breaks her is that if losing Evan meant having Izzy, she would be okay with that. That thought of her being that selfish is what breaks her down to the bone.

Evan clears his throat, hurt and pain clear in his eyes, but not anger.

“What do you need?”

This makes another sob escape her throat. Even in her darkest moment, Evan doesn’t get mad, he doesn’t turn away, he doesn’t yell or snap, he just wants to make sure she is okay. This could make her fall in love with him over and over again. It be easy to, but she can’t help think that maybe she couldn’t now. With everything that’s happened. That she’s gone as far as she can with falling in love with him. And now, she’s just slowly falling out of it.

“Hold me. Please, I just need someone to hold me.”

She tries to take the desperation out of her voice, but it doesn’t work. But Evan doesn’t care, he does it anyway.

She falls into the comfort of her ex-boyfriend’s arms.

——

She tells Evan everything about Izzie. She tells him about how Izzie came to her when she needed comfort, about how she read her Stephen King stories in the pillow fort that Casey had made to cheer her up. Casey told him about Izzie lashing out at her when she told her that Nate had try to kiss her. She told him about how much she had missed Izzie when she didn’t speak to her. She told him about her birthday party when she had gotten mad at him and Izzy had come and apologized to her about Nate. She told him about the almost kiss and how scared she felt after.

“Why did you feel scared?” Evan had asked, his tone of genuine curiosity.

“Because if my mom hadn’t walked in, I was pretty sure I was going to kiss her. I was scared that I could be that selfish. Like my mom.” Casey said, her voice soft and scared.

She told him about how Izzie and her drove four towns over just to get to a 7-Eleven to that sells cotton candy slushies. She told him about after they got the slushies that Izzie reached for her hand. She told him about how she didn’t pull away and about how she didn’t want to. She told him about how she forgot that she was holding her hand the whole car ride until Izzie took her hand away. She tells him about her heart has being feeling so heavy these past few months and about how lost her head feels.

Evan listens through all of this with a understanding look in his eyes. Her heart feels some sort of relief in this. Like maybe she hasn’t lost him after all. Maybe after all of this, they can still be friends. Like truly friends. Casey finds some comfort in that.

“How do you feel about her?” Evan’s soft words cut against her chest. Casey looks at him then back down at her hands, wringing them together.

“I don’t know exactly.” She doesn’t. She doesn’t know how to describe that feeling in her chest she gets when Izzie’s around. She doesn’t know how to describe the feeling of joy that comes to her by just being around Izzie. Because falling in love with Evan wasn’t like that. It was more slow and calm. Like waves rolling on the beach, over and over again.

“It’s just-when she looks at me, I just-”

“Forget your own name.” Evan completes the sentence for her. His eyes filled with a sad kind of understanding that makes her heart ache with guilt.

“Exactly.”

——

Evan leaves before dinner that night with a promise of friendship that makes Casey almost cry in relief. She wants him to still be in her life even as a friend, best friend even. They’ll get there eventually, she knows that, but for right now she will give him the space and time that he needs and let him approach her first. She owes him at least that.

After that she decides she’s done with relationships for awhile. Even though her feelings for Izzie were blooming while she was still in a relationship with Evan doesn’t mean that she doesn’t miss him and isn’t heartbroken because he was her first love. But, she does think that it the break up with Evan should hurt more than it probably does.

She decides to focus on school and spending more time with her family. She goes on walks with her dad to get his health back up, she actually listens to her mom and doesn’t give her such a hard time because she looks like she is trying to piece their family back together. She takes Sam and Paige on dates a lot, so much so that her dad calls her Sam’s Taxi Driver, apparently he doesn’t know what a Lyft is. She takes them to the movies and doesn’t comment about Sam’s flustered cheeks and loose belt buckle when she picks them up.

She actually hangs out with Zahid more, even when Sam is not around. He’s a cool dude, considering he still lives with his parents and can’t get a girl to save his life. But, he’s funny and he lets her play his Xbox with him when he brings it over. He kind of becomes her best friend, she doesn’t realize it until she brings up Izzie in front of him.

He finds out about her when they are hanging out at a sandwich shop on 43rd, she had just dropped Sam off on another movie date with Paige and had a couple of hours to kill, so she texted Zahid to come out and meet her. They sit down and order their food when Casey sees her. Izzie.

She is sitting across from a younger boy, which Casey can assume is one of her brothers. She’s beautiful, Casey knows this, Izzie has always been beautiful to her. But now that she doesn’t have the weight of a relationship on her shoulders. She can take in Izzie’s true beauty. Her black hair cascading in waves on top of her shoulders, her warm brown eyes that lit up everytime she smiled at Casey. Her smile, the one that would make Casey’s heart beat so fast that she would think she was having a heart attack.

Casey must have been staring too long because Izzie catches her eye. For a moment, Izzie just stares at her, but then she turns away back to her brother.

Casey must have been staring too long because Zahid actually stops in the middle of his story, which is about almost getting a cute costumer’s number yesterday, and turns around to look where Casey’s line of vision is.

“Isn’t that the girl from Sam’s going away party?”

“Izzie.”

He must hear the warmth in her voice surrounding Izzie’s name because he turns around with eyebrows raised and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Right, Izzie.”

Casey looks down, her cheeks almost as flushed as the ketchup stain on the table in front of her. She doesn’t say anything else, just picks at her half eaten meatball sub. Zahid takes the hint and sighs.

“She’s pretty.” He says in a tone that Casey knows he doesn’t want to hit on Izzie. It’s his own approval for Casey. She looks up at him and sees nothing but warmth and acceptance on his face. It’s makes her heart soar. Not because she needed his approval, but to know that one person is okay with it. And for now, that’s all she needs.

Casey doesn’t talk to Izzie when her and Zahid leave the restaurant to go pick up Sam. But, she does send a bright smile her way and gets one back that makes her heart soar.

——

After that, Izzie and Casey become civil towards each other. Not that they weren’t civil before, Izzie respected that Casey needed space to figure things out and vice versa. But now, the pair talk at school and run together on the track field. Casey starts leaving biology class five minutes early just to get to Izzie’s english class, that’s on the other side of the school, to walk with her to her math class. (Casey has to sprint to her history class after she drops Izzie off, but it’s worth it).

Casey doesn’t know what to define what they are. Friends, maybe more, but whatever it is, she’s just glad Izzie is talking to her again. But, Casey can’t help feel that between the walks to class and long talks, that they could be more. She wants to be more.

——

It comes to Casey after her parents announce that they are separating to her and Sam.

They had been doing great during family dinners and Casey’s track meets and Sam’s weekly therapy sessions, but behind closed doors, their relationship was just too broken to be fixed.

Casey gets that, but it doesn’t mean she’s not still angry.

She’s angry when she goes on a run after they tell her. She’s still angry when she pictures her mom and that asshole bartender together over and over again. She’s angry at her dad for leaving the first time. She’s angry at her mother for being selfish. She’s angry at herself for ruining her relationship with Evan and pushing Izzie away. She’s just plain angry.

She’s more confused than angry when she ends up in Izzie’s driveway. She’s only been there a handful of times before everything went to shit, but it’s a small, cozy house not mansion like the other kids at Clayton have. She likes it.

She must have been standing out there for a long time, wondering how she got there, because a little boy, around five or six, comes out onto the porch and stands right were the stairs began.

“Hey lady!” The little boy yells, breaking Casey out of her trace.

Casey steps a few feet into the driveway to get a better look at the little boy. He’s basically a carbon copy of Izzie, the same warm brown eyes and black wavy hair.

“Do you need something?” He shouts when Casey doesn’t answer him.

Casey fully intends to tell him to forget that she ever came back and just run back to her house. But before she can get a word out, a familiar voice cuts her off.

“JJ!”

Izzie comes out onto the porch and Casey heart drops to the pit of her stomach and gets swarmed by the butterflies that are already in there. She’s in sleep shorts and a old t-shirts.

“What are you-” Izzie’s question gets cut short by her brother pointing out into the driveway, where Casey stands.

“Go back inside. I’ll be in a minute.” Izzie leads him back into the house and shuts the door behind him. She looks back at Casey, who cheeks are flushed from the endurance and this whole situation in general.

“What are you doing here, Newton?” Izzie says as she walks down the porch steps and onto the grass in front of her house. She crosses her arms in front of her chest as she gets halfway and stops. She wants Casey to met her halfway.

“You know, I-I was just in the neighborhood and…” Casey trails off as she takes a few steps forward to Izzie.

“You were just in the neighborhood?”

“Yeah.”

“Four miles away?”

“What can I say? I like to run.”

“Casey.” Izzie’s tone takes a serious turn which makes Casey sober up in her answer.

“My parents are getting separated.” Casey says with a sigh.

“Casey, I’m so-” Izzie begins to form a apology, but gets cut off by Casey.

“My dad left us because he was confused about who he was as a father. My mom cheated on my dad because she was confused about who she was as a person.”

Casey takes another step forward to Izzie.

“I’ve felt confused about everything these past months and it sucks.” Casey takes Izzie’s hand into hers. She feels the same warmth and comfort that she felt all those months ago. She can taste the cotton candy slushie in the back of her throat.

“I don’t have enough apologies for you about the way I’ve treated you these past few months. I don’t know what to say other than this.”

Casey takes a deep breath before continuing. Looking into Izzie’s eyes to see warmth, confusion, and a little bit of love.

“I might be confused on a lot of things, but I’m not confused when I’m with you. It just feels right, you know? And I think that’s why I pushing you away. Because it felt so right to be with you and that made me even more confused. I didn’t want to be confused because I’ve seen were being confused gets people, were it got my parents,and I didn’t want to be that way.”

Casey cuts herself off with putting the hand that isn’t holding Izzie’s over her face.

“I just want to be with you.” Casey sums it up with a shrug.

Izzie laughs, a kind of laugh that makes Casey’s heart race so fast that it might run right out of her chest.

Izzie finally moves close to Casey, putting her forehead against hers and moves her arms around Casey’s neck.

“I want to be with you too, Newton. No matter how confused we both are.” With that Casey finally plucks all of her courage that she has left and does the thing that she’s been wanting to do since her birthday.

Casey presses her lips against Izzie’s.

There’s no fireworks or sparks of electricity between them. But there’s a warmth that spreads from the strands of hairs on her head down to the tip of her toes.

This is a different kiss that she hasn’t felt before with anyone. This is a kiss between her and Izzie. It’s just her and Izzie and it’s perfect.

It’s perfect.

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30 People Who Were Really Wrong About Bitcoin

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“The horse is here to stay but the automobile is only a novelty – a fad.” So scolded a bank president in 1903, warning Henry Ford’s lawyer not to invest in the motor company. 80 years later, inventor Marty Cooper predicted: “Cellular phones will absolutely not replace local wire systems.” And, 30 years after that, a string of “experts” emerged to dismiss the latest tech – Bitcoin.

See also: He’s Back! Jamie Dimon’s JP Morgan Chase Ponders Bitcoin Futures Move

The Dumbest Bitcoin Predictions Ever Made

Every disruptive piece of technology attracts its haters and sceptics. Some people just don’t get it, some don’t want to, and others dismiss it out of self-interest. Just this week, former U.S. Federal Reserve chairman Al Greenspan declared: “Bitcoin is not a rational currency.” This is coming from the same man who, in 2011, said: “The United States can pay any debt it has because we can always print money.”

Sometimes, there simply aren’t enough reaction faces. As bitcoin nears the end of a record-breaking year, it seems an appropriate time to revisit the tidings of bitcoin naysayers who were forced to eat their words. Take out the popcorn and get comfortable as we dive into the direst bitcoin pronouncements ever uttered.

2011

“So, That’s the End of Bitcoin Then” – Forbes. The publication continues:

[Bitcoins are] not liquid, nor a store of value, as the price collapse shows and if they’re none of those things then they’ll not be a great medium of exchange either as who would want to accept them?…It’s difficult to see what the currency has going for it.

2013

“The Bitcoin Is Dying. Whatever.” – Gizmodo Australia. It reads:

So Bitcoin, we’ll remember the good times, like the time that one guy who got heat stroke while mining Bitcoins. Or the time there was the great heist caper that shut down trading site Mt Gox for an entire day. The lulz were abundant. But frankly, it’s time for you to go. Farewell.

Wired: “[Bitcoin’s] volatility and built-in irreversibility will doom it to the ash-heap of history.”

Business Insider: “Bitcoin is a joke.”

“Beware of This Insidious New Currency Scam” – Salon

“Bitcoin is a really bad idea. Promoting digital currency is like promoting digital food; it will leave you empty and you’ll wonder why you ever thought it was a good idea.” – Zdnet.com

2014

2014 was peak stupidity for writing off bitcoin, as the following soundbites show.

Jason Hoffman, Ericsson vice president: Bitcoin’s blockchain is a good strategy to emulate if “you throw away the actual currency part of it.”

“Bitcoin is neither a relatable store of value nor a helpful unit of account.” – Reuters

John Crudele, New York Post columnist:

Bitcoins are a fake currency that is nothing more than a confidence scheme. Their only value is that there are a few layers of gullible people who are willing to accept them as some form of payment. Eventually this confidence game will end. Go out and buy Beanie Babies instead. At least you can take them to bed at night.

First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they beg for bitcoin.

Valley News:

Anyone who thinks that Bitcoin will triumph has to believe that it will succeed where earlier generations of private currencies failed — that Bitcoin will, improbably, manage to overthrow more than a century’s worth of accumulated state power, jealously guarded and ruthlessly enforced. That’s a preposterous fantasy — and a dangerous one, if you’re an investor.

“If Bitcoin was allowed to proliferate as a currency it would produce greater economic uncertainty, reduced trade and lower individual standard of living.” – Business Insider.

Ex-Federal Reserve Bank examiner, Mark T. Williams: Bitcoin “will trade for under $10” by June 2014.

Commodities trader Dennis Gartman: Bitcoin is “nothing more than a scam of the first order.” (Three years later and he’s still writing off bitcoin.)

Blogger John Gruber: “In lieu of Bitcoin, I’ve stuck to flushing $100 bills down a toilet. I’m deep in the red, but at least I understand exactly what’s going on.”

Washington Post: “Bitcoin isn’t a currency. It’s a Ponzi scheme for redistributing wealth from one libertarian to another.”

“Chief Investment Strategist”

Warren Buffett:

“You’ll be much better off owning productive assets over the next 50 years than you will be holding…bitcoins. It’s not a currency. I wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t around in the next 10-20 years.”

NYU economist and professor Nouriel Roubini:

To anyone seeking an excuse for more popcorn, all of Roubini’s tweets regarding bitcoin are delicious.

2015

“Bitcoins are going to be another dot com bubble burst and they will crash to $1 per bitcoin by the end of 2016.” – r/Markmywords

“Bitcoin has peaked and is very unlikely to escalate significantly in value again…It’s basically an elaborate Ponzi scheme.” – Forbes

Jamie Dimon:

There will be no real, non-controlled currency in the world. There is no government that’s going to put up with it for long…there will be no currency that gets around government controls.

“The blockchain does not solve a single problem that anyone, anywhere has – unless you are a criminal and need an anonymous currency to pay or be paid.” – PYMNTS.com

Plata.com:

Bitcoin is a non-thing. It will never be able to have an independent, sovereign value on its own, because it is a non-thing…the Bitcoin is, in fact if not in intention, a fraud; it is an attempt to muscle-in on the enormous scam of universal fiat money, which is a curse upon mankind. And as a scam, it will go to the dustbin of history.

The Guardian: “Spare a thought for the companies scrabbling to jump off the bitcoin ship before it sinks. The currency’s value has been static for months (except for a brief boom and bust in early November when it was caught up in a Chinese ponzi scheme), but perhaps more damningly still, the hype has all but disappeared.”

2016

Taavet Hinrikus, CEO of TransferWise:

Bitcoin, I think we can say, is dead. There is no traction, no one is using bitcoin. The bitcoin experiment, I think we can say, is over.

“R.I.P. Bitcoin. It’s time to move on.” – Washington Post

“Bitcoin was supposed to change the world. What happened?” – Vox

2017

“Bitcoin is a fraud. It’s worse than tulip bulbs.” – Jamie Dimon

Two months later: Jamie Dimon’s JP Morgan Chase & Co is “looking at business opportunities in the planned bitcoin-futures market”.

Whatever 2018 brings for bitcoin, it’s sure to be filled with more luminaries writing off the unstoppable digital currency. See you in 12 months’ time for more popcorn, schadenfreude, and sensible chuckles.

Do you think haters will learn to hold their tongues in 2018, or is bitcoin in line for more apocalyptic pronouncements? Let us know in the comments section below.

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Bitcoin is a decentralized digital currency that enables near-instant, low-cost payments to anyone, anywhere in the world. Bitcoin uses peer-to-peer technology to operate with no central authority: transaction management and money issuance are carried out collectively by the network. Read all about it at wiki.Bitcoin.com.

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