#fucking bonkers system. i hate it so much. just leave my package outside !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kil9]

the us postal service are gods strongest soldiers and should be given a billion dollars of government budget instead of the military or whatever. the british royal mail are gods littlest bitches and i hate them forever

#99.txt #i dont know if this is actually the fault of the postal workers so sorry i take it back (tentatively) #but like. theres a reason ppl in america are always getting gifts for their mail carriers and like giving them cards and chocolate and stuf #but in the uk everyone fucking hates them gwgskdjhg #stranger danger scare is SO MUCH worse in the uk its so bad #'no we cant leave your package outside cos theres a 0.0001% chance someone might steal it :( instead WE'LL take it away from u after 3 days #''after 3 failed attempts of whispering at the door at 6:00:00 am you get no package </3'' #fucking bonkers system. i hate it so much. just leave my package outside !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #youre always acting like your country is so safe compared to america but you wont leave a box at your door for 10 minutes LMAOOO #maddi wouldnt even leave the cat carrier out to dry (sorry for outing u) but they were like ''idk someone could steal it :\\'' #oh yeah the roving gangs that want nothing more than a piss covered cat carrier. as we all know.

[you-can-find-me-in-the-library]

Blood, Guts, and Gummy Bears: A Fake AH Crew Origin Story

Summary: When Geoff left home at the age of 18, he didn't expect to find a family. But as he quickly learns, life may not always give what you want, but you'll always wind up with exactly what you need.

Word Count: 1589

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Chapter 1: Jack and the Bus Station 

Geoff Ramsey had been on his own since the day he turned 18, leaving home with nothing more than a pair of jeans, two shirts, a hoodie, $17, and a 52 pack of gummy bears.

Really, it’s amazing he didn’t fucking die. 

The reason he left home so young hardly matters now; an explosive fight about his future led to him storming out with whatever his hands could reach, halfway across town before he realized he had no goddamn plan on where he was going to go now that he was self-proclaimed independent.

He often leaves the part of the story out where he has a panic attack outside of a 7/11 because he’s got less than 20 bucks and 52 fucking packs of candy to keep him alive.

Most times, he skips to where he walks and walks and walks; walks until his legs are sore, the moon is out, and his eyes are so tired he can hardly keep them open. He’s left his hometown, for sure, and stumbled into another smaller pocket of rural Alabama. It’s been awhile since he’s seen anything that even remotely resembles a public building, and he’s starting to lose hope, until he finally spots some neon in a window.  Although his vision has blurred from exhaustion, he doesn’t miss the dimly lit sign on a run-down building letting him know he’s found a bus station. Practically stumbling, he makes his way over, praying he can find a cheap ticket anywhere with enough left over for at least one meal. 

Geoff pushes against the door with his shoulder, the rest of his energy draining away as the exertion finally catches up. The sticky summer humidity was forgotten here; a central cooling system hummed quietly from somewhere in the ceiling, shaking off some of the drowsiness as his body temperature lowers. Fluorescent lights flicker above, bouncing their reflections off the white tiling on the floor brightly enough to induce a headache. To the left, there’s a vending machine half full with stale chips and flat sodas. To the right, there’s a couch that looks like it was hauled right from 1965, moth-bitten and all. The counters are straight ahead from where he walked in. There’s three total, but only one is open. Geoff really couldn’t blame them for keeping as few people on the graveyard shift as possible, especially at 12:30 on a Tuesday morning.

But it is here that Geoff learns that sometimes, extraordinary things can happen in the most mundane places.

It’s here that he meets Jack.

She’s arguing with the lone man at the counter about a ticket. Looking back on it now, Geoff should have seen this as the most epic foreshadowing God had ever thrown down into his face, but that’s the thing about shit like that; you can only see it once you’ve finished the whole damn story. And as far as he’s concerned, meeting Jack was chapter one.

She’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt, most likely tied up in the front due to the exposed skin of her lower back. She’s got on khaki shorts and a pair of beat up converse, her red hair tied up out of her face. She keeps tapping the ticket on the counter in front of her, head cocked slightly to the side.

“My ticket says 12:45 am, Tuesday, June 10th. I called the company, and they told me that this was where I was supposed to go to catch the bus. How exactly can there not be a bus leaving at this time when I’m holding a ticket for that bus?”

Geoff is fairly certain this is the first time he’s ever fallen in love with someone with their back to him.

He sits on the couch and fiddles with his jeans, noticing the rips in the knees are a bit larger than he remembers. His earlier gas station panic begins to set in as his stomach growls, reaching into his backpack for a package of gummy bears as he listens to the girl bitch out the counter guy, who finally manages to speak.

“Listen, ma'am, I’m sorry, but as far as I’m aware there are no busses leaving for Dallas until early tomorrow morning.”

“Isn’t there anywhere you can check? Anyone you can call?”

The girl sounds exasperated. Judging by the tone of her voice, she can’t be too much older than Geoff, but what the hell does he know? He’s just run away from home. He’s not really in the place to be judging others.

The guy behind the counter sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose from underneath his glasses. From across the room, Geoff can see grey hairs starting at the dudes temples; he’d been doing this a long time, and he doubted that he’d ever had someone as difficult as this girl in a Hawaiian shirt demanding for her bus that may or may not exist. He seemed to agree to her request, and he turns to a computer so old, he can almost hear the dial-up chugging along.

Geoff had been so focused on the guy behind the counter that when the redhead moved away, he didn’t notice until she was sat right beside him.

“Hey. Got some to spare?”

Geoff blinked at the sudden conversation he was having, yanking him into the present. Oh, shit. He nodded dumbly before fishing around in his bag and yanking out one of the gummy bear packs, face flush. The girl smiled at him and sat back, tearing the flimsy plastic open with her teeth.

Geoff was right to feel smitten. The girl was gorgeous.

“My name’s Jack. It’s short for Jacqueline, but I hate that, so you can just call me Jack.” “I’m Geoff.”

“Nice to meet you, Geoff. What brings you here on this fine June evening?”

“I left home. Trying to find somewhere to go.” Geoff knows his voice is uncertain; he didn’t just trust people with personal information, especially some girl he’s just met in a bus station God only knows where. Despite his guarded voice, Jack seems unfazed, throwing a bear into her mouth with a nod.

“Me too! I bought a ticket yesterday for a bus that’s supposed to leave for Dallas in 15 minutes, but the guy can’t find it on the record. He’s gonna run it for me and make sure I wasn’t yanked out of 60 bucks, but until then I have a little time to kill.”

Geoff nodded his head as he chewed on a raspberry gummy bear.

Now, this is the part of the story where Geoff often gets weird looks. And he doesn’t blame them, not at all. If he were listening in on this story, he’d think it was absolutely bonkers that the person could remember the flavor of gummy bear they were eating in a gas station 25 years ago. He really would!

But it was because of Jack, of the way his entire world changed forever in that fucking gas station that he remembered the flavor.

She turned her body to him, head cocked once again to the right. This would become Signature Jack Pattillo ™ , Geoff would come to learn.

“Hey. If you’ve got no plan, do you wanna hop on the bus to Dallas with me? I know how to sneak you on without a ticket, I’ve done it before. Plus, it’ll be somewhere to go, at least for now.”

Geoff’s gut instinct is to say No thanks pretty girl, I’m all set. Pick up the next loser in Dallas for me! But something holds him back. Maybe it’s the inquisitive eyebrow quirk that Jack is giving him. Maybe it’s the guy behind the counter making a noise that sounds a lot like “holy shit there’s actually a leaving for Dallas”. Maybe it’s the idea of getting to rest in a bus for several hours, kicking his tired feet up and getting some damn rest.

Or maybe it’s the prospect of having an actual plan

Geoff wasn’t about to hike his ass back to his mother, tail between his legs, and apologize after being gone for only a few hours. He wanted to succeed, he wanted to figure his life out without her down his neck about the choices he should or should not be making. He focused on Jack again, on her light smile, and decided that if God was going to give him an option to make this work, this would be it.

Fuck it.

“Sure,” he found himself saying, Jack’s face splitting into a wide smile. He smiles back.

Sometimes, when he thought back to that moment in time, he can almost swear there was a little piece of life falling into place. Jack insists it was that Dallas bus, which did end up coming at 12:45 on the dot, but Geoff isn’t so sure. He’s heard busses, trains, taxis, trucks, and just about any other vehicle that could have made a noise like that.

A soft little click, just in the back of his brain.

At the time, he didn’t really have the chance to ponder on it; Jack was grabbing at his hand and insisting that they needed a gameplan to get two people onto the bus with one ticket, and fast. He pushed aside the noise and nodded his head, watching her hands fly as her brain worked at seventy miles an hour.

He smiles to himself, wondering how long it will be before they have to part ways.

They don’t.

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