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lindzem · 4 years

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BLACK CAT

Jack laughed as he strode down the sidewalk with his sister Emma. They'd had a normal day of school and the chilly october breeze whirled leaves all around. Emma giggled as she bounced into a pile of leaves playfully before jogging back next to her brother.

Jack pulled out his wallet and hummed.

"Ready for some pumpkin ice cream to celebrate you getting an A on your math test?"

Emma twirled and bounced.

"Yes yes yes! Its pumpkin season! Woohoo!"

Jack smiled as he kept walking with her until they both heard a piercing screech from a nearby alleyway. Emma hid behind her brother instinctively with a frown.

"What was that...?"

Jack frowned and paused also.

"The heck...? Hey, stay here. I'll check it out."

"Be careful, Jack..."

The brown haired boy cautiously walked over to the alley entrance. The closer he got to the commotion the worse he heard. A sniggering voice babbled while a few others laughed.

"Let's glue its tail to its back!"

Another voice chimed.

"No, let's pour the glue in its ears!"

Jack rushed forwards to see three male teens a few years older than him had trapped a black cat in a broken cage. They were harrassing it terribly and one of the boys had a bottle of super glue in his hand. Jack couldn't bear what was about to happen.

He yelled and rushed forwards, slamming into the kid with the glue and it crashed onto the ground.

"Leave the cat alone, you assholes!"

Flustered, all the teens watched as Jack threw himself between them.

"The hell?! Go away if you know what's good for you, punk!"

"It's just a stupid cat! Mind your own business!"

Jack growled angrily.

"Leave it alone!"

The tallest teen hissed.

"Get him!"

Jack's eyes widened and he turned around to shield the cat with his body as all the bullies began to wail on him. Jack took the blows and winced, cringing with every kick and punch until they got bored. They left and Jack slowly sat up. His body ached and stung all over. But the cat was alright. That was what mattered.

"H-Hey...its ok little fella...they're gone. Here, lemme get you out of there."

Slowly but surely Jack pried some of the cage wiring back enough for the cat to yank out of it. The feline rushed a few feet away but turned around and stared back at him confused. After a minute it ran away and Jack sighed. He stood and walked back out to Emma.

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting."

Emma hugged him and he yelped.

"What happened?!"

"Oh, just had to save a cat from these jerks. You know, cool hero stuff~ Now let's go get you some ice cream!"

Emma nodded and they walked off to the ice cream shop.

The next morning Jack awoke much sorer and groaned. He tried to sit up until he saw something at the end of his bed. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. It was the same black cat he saved yesterday. He startled and jerked back, hitting his head on his bedboard. He squeaked and held it.

"Ow! Fuck-!"

The cat merely watched him curiously and calmly, swishing its tail. Jack saw it had such bright gold eyes that stared deeply and intently, but they meant no harm.

"What are you doing here? How did you even get inside my house?"

The cat stayed silent and still. Jack blinked and groaned.

"Alright you gotta go. Come on."

He slowly got out of bed and reached for the cat, but it jumped away from him onto the floor with a chirp. Emma came through the door and gasped when she saw the cat.

"Jack lets go, we're gonna be late for the movie--! Is that the cat?! It's so cuuute!!!"

Surprisingly the cat seemed content with Emma picking it up and hugging it.

"Yeah, but its gotta go. And so do we. Come on then."

He gets dressed and goes with her downstairs to the front door. They walk out and stroll down the sidewalk into town. Suddenly the cat begins to squirm and meow. Emma frowned.

"Huh, whats wrong kitty?"

It jumps down from her arms and meows at them loudly. It rushes forwards and turns around constantly to see if they are following.

"It wants us to follow it!"

Jack shrugged.

"Emma if we go that way, we'll be late for the movie."

She pouted and looked back at him.

"No we wont, come on!"

Jack sighed and followed along. The cat leads them down to the end of the block and stops in front of a black oranate metal doorway with golden painted etchings all over. The cat pushed the door open and ran inside. Emma giggled and followed.

"Wait kitty!"

Jack looked more concerned now, not wanting his sister to rush into someplace dangerous.

"Emma, wait, stop!"

He went in after her and slowed down, seeing all sorts of whacky looking artifacts and trinkets everywhere. The place was only illuminated by candles and everything was mostly the colors of black and gold. Jack was relieved to see Emma staring into an beautiful crystal ball on top of a round table in the middle of the room.

"This place is so cool, Jack!"

Jack walked over to her and kept eyeing around the room.

"Uh, yeah, but it's also a bit creepy. Never too early for Halloween I guess. Where's the cat?"

"I dunno. I lost it. Maybe it lives here! We brought it back home, yay!"

Jack gently nudged her.

"Alright, now lets get back to the movie, huh?"

Emma sighed.

"Aww but I like this place!"

Just that moment a tall man stepped out from behind a drapery of black velvet curtains. Jack gasped and instinctively stepped in front of his sister to protect her if need be. The man was lithe and draped in a gorgeous black silk robe with delicate golden lace all over the neck and arms. He also wore a sparkling golden feathery boa around his neck. His hair was ebony black and his eyes glinted gold in the candle light.

"Good afternoon, children~ How may I be of service?"

Jack felt oddly uneasy about this man and forced a smile.

"O-Oh no, we're sorry to intrude. We were just leaving, really--"

The man tisked his tongue and chuckled.

"It's no bother at all~ Im always happy to have guests. My name is Pitch and I am a fortune teller by trade."

Emma gasped and squealed.

"Really?! Jack, let's get our fortunes told! Pleeeease!"

Jack eyed her.

"But I thought you wanted to see the Perfect Princess Ponypal movie?"

"We can see it next week! Please please please!"

Jack sighed and smiled a little. He couldn't say no to her.

"Ok ok, we can. How much is it?"

Pitch smiled and motioned to the table.

"For you two, I'll make it free. Come, sit."

Pitch sat across the table from Emma and Jack. Jack sat and watched as the man sprinkled some golden powder over the crystal ball. It began to swirl around in various colors.

"Now then. Who's fortune shall we tell?"

Emma piped up.

"Jack's!"

Jack rolled his eyes and laughed a little. Pitch nodded with a smile.

"Very well~ Now let's see. Your aura is a beautiful snowy white, my boy. How interesting indeed."

Jack watched Pitch carress the crystal ball with his finger tips and the coloring inside turned all sparkling white.

"Woah, that's cool. What does it mean?"

"You put on a tough exterior show, but deep down you are as soft as the first snowfall in winter."

Jack flustered a tad.

"Eheh, yeah ok. Sure."

Pitch smiled and eyed the young teen curiously.

"I'd like to read your palms, if you'll allow."

"Uh, sure."

Jack held out his right hand. Pitch gently took it im his own and began to trace some lines softly.

"Very interesting. You're going to live a very long fulfilling life it seems. You have untold strength and destiny awaiting you."

Jack laughed a little, not believing it because fortune tellers were always just cheap parlor tricks and observation.

"Wow. Who knew."

Pitch smiled and looked directly at him.

"Give me that ring on your necklace."

Jack's blood froze. It was a gift from his departed mother. He hesitated.

"I...uhm...ok."

He slowly took it off and handed it over. Pitch accepted it and gazed for a minute quietly.

"Fascinating..."

Jack eyed him oddly.

"What?"

"This ring is a treasured memory of yours. From your mother, yes?"

Jack felt a lump in his throat and uneasyness in his stomach. How could he have possibly known that? Unless he'd been spying on them somehow. Was it something to do with that cat? No, that's crazy...

Jack held his hand out urgently, not comfortable being there anymore.

"Uh, thanks, but I just remembered we have things we need to do at home."

Jack took back the ring and stood, grabbing Emma's arm and tugging. She groaned in upset and confusion.

"Jaaack, no we dont-!"

He interrupted her sharply.

"Yes, we really do. Come on, we need to go now."

Pitch stood and eyed Jack with his own sense of unease.

"Jack, please, I didn't mean any harm."

Jack didn't answer. He knew this felt like a bad idea. Just as Jack got to the door, it suddenly locked itself. Jack's eyes widened in fear as he grabbed and yanked at the handle.

"W-What the hell-?! Unlock this door right--"

Jack whirled around, but Pitch was right behind him. It was a split second before Jack felt Pitch's hand on his head. Instantly Jack slipped into a deep sleep.

When the boy awoke he realized he was still in Pitch's home. He jerked up and looked around frantically. Why did he feel so cold? He jumped up off the bed and paused. Why wasn't he feeling sore from his injuries? In fact, he felt better than ever before, like a new energy was flowing through him.

No, he needed to find his sister. Who knows what awful things that creep could have done to her. He rushed out from the small bedroom area and down the stairs into what appeared to be the kitchen. He saw Pitch cooking some eggs and growled.

"Where is Emma?! What did you do to her, you sick bastard!?"

Pitch blinked and glanced over his shoulder.

"Oh good, you're awake! Now we can get start--"

Jack lunged and slammed into Pitch, shoving him down to the ground. The teen grasped his hands around Pitch's neck and began to choke him with a strength he never knew he had. Pitch tried to pull the boy's hands off, but he wasn't as strong.

"What did you to her?!"

Pitch rasped out.

"Sh..She's f-fine!!! Home, a-at your ho--me!"

Jack began to see frost and ice crystalize its way around Pitch's neck and face as he choked him. He suddenly let him go and backed away in fear.

"W-What the hell-!? What was that?!"

Pitch coughed and gasped for air, clutching his neck. He wheezed and eyed the teen cautiously as he rasped.

"Look...L-Look..."

Jack seemed confused until Pitch pointed frantically at a huge wall length mirror nearby. Jack glanced up and then did a double take with horrified eyes. He slowly walked over in mortified shock. His eyes were blue now and his hair was white as snow, instead of both being his normal brown.

"What did you do to me-!? I--I--! Where's Emma--the stupid fucking cat-?!"

Pitch stood up and slowly approached.

"Jack, I am the cat. Im just repaying you for saving me in the alleyway."

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my-happy-little-bean · 4 years

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The Road Trip - Chapter 3

pairings: logicality (platonic or romantic, depending on how you view it) words: 2602 chapter warnings: swearing, crying chapter summary: obligatory side quest unlocked: explore a carnival (also have an unfortunate call with your mother).

note: the song featured in this chapter is from the movie "the half of it", sung by leah lewis :)

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*credit to art in this chapter goes to @lemonyellowlogic ✨*

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A few songs and a lot of murmured arguments about dancing in the parking lot later, roadside assistance eventually came around to tow Logan’s car and drop the two off at their centre. They were told that it would take a few hours, confirming the fact that they were not going to make it to the Grand Canyon today.

“Well this is just grand !” Patton chirped as they walked out of the centre, Logan sighing alongside him. Without a ride, they were stuck with a day to explore whatever town they had ended up in.

“I don’t know if ‘grand’ is the adjective I would use…”

“It is grand, though!” Patton skipped in front of Logan, then turned on his heel to face him, halting Logan in his path. “We get a whole day to go on an adventure!”

“This in of itself is quite the adventure, wouldn’t you think?”

“And now we get more! ”

Patton grabbed Logan’s hand and twirled him around before dragging him along. He saw a hint of a smile as Logan sighed.

“I see that I do not have a say in this,” he mumbled, “so I concede.” And more dully, he added, “Adventure awaits.”

“Wonderful! Because ...”

Patton grinned as he stopped abruptly in his tracks, letting Logan catch up to him with a slight jolt.

He then pointed at a field across the road; and at a ferris wheel unfolding high up near the blue sky.

And then, with a glimmer in his eye, Patton grinned at Logan.

“I just found our adventure.”

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It’s a yearly thing, one of the locals had explained to them. It would happen at the beginning of each summer, with residents from all over town coming to put a pause on work and put a start on something new for the coming season.

And it’s a chance encounter, Patton realized soon after, that this start had found them now.

“We gotta do everything!” Patton exclaimed, practically getting whiplash trying to take a look at everything. Logan chuckled.

“It is highly improbable that we will be able to, given that the car should be ready within the next two hours and this is a very large field housing many attractions–”

“Then we have to go everywhere we can!”

Without much warning, Patton grabbed Logan’s hand to drag him to the nearest attraction; feeling as if he was laughing– truly laughing – for the first time in forever.

And so began their afternoon at the carnival. The whole time, Patton was desperately pulling each moment he experienced close to his chest; worried that if he let go for just a split second, they’d disappear before he knew it.

They went from booth to booth, marvelling at the colourful stalls in the market section of the carnival that were selling various trinkets and souvenirs. The scene was laid out under small, vibrant flags strung above them, intersecting one another over the aisle of stalls.

Patton insisted that they would at least go in the small fun house that was set up with many mirrors, giving their reflection a wide variety of distorted shapes. Logan, at one point, got lost in the house. It took the help of a group of kids for him to return back to the entrance where Patton greeted him in hysterics.

And of course, no carnival experience would be complete without–

“Two words,” Patton said as he (with the hand not holding two sticks of cotton candy) dragged Logan to his side; “Carnival. Games. Booyakasha. ”

“That is three words, though I am not convinced of the last one…”

“Who cares!” Patton beamed. He outstretched his hand and slowly panned it across his and Logan’s vision, motioning at the aisle of booths in front of them. “The goal? Win a penguin. ”

Logan fought back a smile as he nodded.

They go to the first game they can spot; one with milk bottles stacked on top of each other. The person running the game, ever so eccentric and distracting, got to Patton on his first try.

“Oooh, this is a tricky one,” Patton murmured when all his shots missed. The man running the game tipped his bowler hat almost mockingly at him, to which Patton responded with a bright, oblivious smile. Logan sighed.

“It is a matter of observation,” he said, exchanging a five dollar bill for three balls. The man blinked at Logan, who didn’t notice as he stood in front of the tower of milk bottles. He pulled Patton beside him and pointed at them.

“See, there are small sandbags on the barrels on which the bottles are stacked upon,” Logan explained, leading Patton’s gaze with his finger. “That implies that the bottles are weighted. This conclusion is also reached when considering your second attempt at toppling the tower. You hit the rim of the top milk bottle and it barely moved, despite the force at which you threw it.”

“I am pretty strong...” Patton hummed. Logan rolled his eyes.

“The seemingly logical approach is to aim for the middle of the bottles, no? That way, all of the bottles topple at once, thus allowing you to achieve the goal of obtaining a penguin.”

“Perfect!” Patton grabbed a ball. “Let’s not milk our victory any further–”

“ But –” Logan snatched the ball back before he could throw it– “given the aforementioned fact about the weights, throwing it at the intersection of the bottles would, in reality, be an ineffective strategy– possibly the weakest point.”

Patton deflated. “Oh.”

Logan shook his head, staring at the tower of milk bottles. He took a step backwards, reeling his arm back as well.

“Hence,” he said, “the most effective strategy would be to take the tower out through its foundation; as without a foundation…”

Logan threw the ball and, with one swift thunk! , all the bottles fell.

“...the tower will fall.”

The man running the stand didn’t seem as smug as Logan did. In fact, he continued to stare at him, his eyes narrowing in his direction before they were hidden by the shadows casted by the rim of his hat.

Patton, however, squealed, wrapping Logan in a tight hug that made him drop the rest of the balls.

And Patton took pleasure in seeing Logan smile back; which he decided was a better prize than the bright blue penguin he got to take home.

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“Mmm, I think it’s time for another bite of the funnel cake!” Patton exclaimed as he reached over to the paper plate of funnel cake in Logan’s hand. Logan, with a smirk, pulled his hand back, careful not to hit anyone else in line.

“No no no,” he hummed as Patton pouted. “I believe you have consumed more sugar than what is deemed healthy.”

“ Logannn.”

“Patton, please.”

Patton narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re totally just doing this so you can have more.”

“...Falsehood.”

“Logannn!” Patton whined, chasing the plate in Logan’s hand as he cut himself a bit of funnel cake. “You’re taking the side with the most sugar! What– what about what is deemed? ”

“Earlier, you had a sugar monstrosity in a cup,” Logan replied curtly, smiling a bit as he steadily spun around to avoid Patton’s grasp. “Not to mention the countless amounts of cotton candy…”

“I only had two!”

Logan gave him a look. Patton meekly smiled.

“The ones I bought while you were in the bathroom don’t count.”

“Why not?”

“...Because you weren’t supposed to know.”

Eventually, Patton gave up on chasing Logan and the funnel cake in circles; but he couldn’t help but smile as he watched Logan’s eyes light up upon eating it.

“Additional point,” Logan continued after a while, “we wouldn’t want you to get sick on the ferris wheel.”

“Who’s to say you won’t get sick?”

“Who’s to say,” Logan echoed, taking another bite as Patton grabbed at it again. This time, Logan conceded with a chuckle. Patton practically melted at the taste.

“It’s like summer in a cake,” Patton murmured. Logan smiled.

“I’ll be honest,” he said, still laughing as Patton ended up taking the plate of funnel cake into his own hands, “I did not expect this to be as...amusing as it was.”

“Told you!” Patton said, his voice slightly muffled by his chewing. “Funnel cake makes everything better.”

Logan chuckled. “Not what I was talking about but…I suppose you did.”

Patton watched as Logan looked up at the ferris wheel, the two inching closer to it as the line moved along.

“You know,” Logan finally said, “the car has been ready for a while.”

Patton deflated. “Noooo, we can’t leave yet! We haven’t gotten on the ferris wheel! And the fireworks haven’t started either!”

“We cannot do both, Patton.”

“ Pleeeease? ” Patton cried. “The car can wait– who knows when we’ll be able to do this again!”

A pause. For a split second, it looked as though Logan stopped breathing.

“I...I know.”

“Logan, it was a hypothetical question–”

“No.” Logan said again, “I know. ”

Patton rested his fork on the plate to look at Logan. “You know?”

Logan nodded.

“I know that we are supposed to leave eventually,” he said. “I know that I have been treating our destination as a priority, and I know that the employees at the emergency-auto-repair centre have notified me that the car was ready an hour ago.”

“...Ah.” Patton hesitantly took another bite of funnel cake. “So does this mean we have to go?”

Logan shook his head with a soft smile. “No. I don’t think we do.”

The cool wind hit Logan’s face as they were lifted to the highest peak of the ferris wheel; so high up that Logan could have sworn that the sparks from the fireworks were brushing against his cheeks, warm and sharp.

“Do you think you can have both?”

“Both of what?”

“A satisfying life,” Patton whispered, “and a satisfying end?”

Even as a whisper in the midst of such a thunderous sky, Patton’s voice continued to be all Logan heard.

He looked at Patton. The reflection of the light and sound exploding in the sky glazed over Patton’s irses.

Then, Logan looked back up, holding the cold metal of their seats.

“I think you can have both,” he murmured.

Patton smiled.

“Good.” He leaned on Logan’s shoulder. “Both is good.”

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The phone rang three times before–

“Hi, mum.”

Logan jolted up, his head nearly hitting the wheel and his glasses lopsided in his hair. He blinked, looking to his right and noticed that Patton was no longer in the passenger seat.

But he was outside, his voice drifting through the window Logan had cracked slightly open for their stay in the parking lot of a rest stop.

He was pacing back and forth in front of the passenger side of the car, his phone to his ear. Logan stared straight ahead immediately, but did not close his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he heard Patton say. “I’m just out of town for the weekend. Though, it’s looking like it’s going to take a little longer than a weekend.”

A laugh. “ Mum. I’m totally the kind of person who goes on spontaneous trips. I– yes, that time I went to the grocery store on my own totally counts! ...Well I would’ve given you the heads up had I known you needed a babysitter…”

Logan snuck a glance at Patton, who had suddenly stopped walking. It was quiet for a bit before–

“...Yeah, I went.”

Oh.

“It wasn’t too bad!” He watched as Patton laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt as if he was watching a car crash. “It...well, it was exactly how everyone said it’d be!”

Logan sighed as Patton’s hand began to tremble.

“...I didn’t want to tell you like this.”

A hand quickly went to cover his mouth and Logan swore he saw tears run down his cheeks.

“...O-Of course I’m coming home.” It came out as a hushed whisper; to the point that Logan could barely hear him. Patton lowered his hand and opted to wrap himself in a tight embrace.

“I-It’s not your fault, mum.” It wasn’t an embrace, actually. It was more like he was holding himself together. “I– no, mum, it’s– it’s my fault, isn’t it? It’s– gosh, don’t kid yourself.”

More pacing. Logan’s eyes stayed fixed on Patton’s face.

“...do you really think it’s a good idea to make an Appeal?”

Logan’s blood ran cold. An Appeal, if passed, could ruin a Doctor’s life. If a Doctor were to get their diagnosis wrong…

“I– no, I can’t do it, mum,” he heard Patton whimper helplessly. “I– you need a reason to make one and even still, it’d be unfair. It’s the time I got – I can’t change it.”

A pause; then, more harshly, “Well, it’s their job to be unfair, isn’t it?”

Logan squeezed his fists tightly.

And then,

“I– I’m sorry .”

No more. Logan forced his head away from the broken sight, this time closing his eyes to try and tune Patton out.

Eventually, he heard the door open beside him and the thump! of Patton sitting down. Logan kept his eyes closed willing himself to go to sleep; but gave up on that as soon as he heard Patton begin to cry.

“ Fuck ,” he heard Patton hiss as he cried even harder.

“Patton?” Logan finally whispered, his eyes still closed.

“Sh– Logan!” It hurt more to hear him suck up his sobs and laugh. “S-Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake!”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry,” Patton said, though his voice was softer. Logan winced; not the intended reaction.

His mind reeled thinking of a solution, and it took a painful few minutes of listening to Patton hold back his tears before it clicked.

“Would it be possible if you could perhaps...sing me a song?” Logan cleared his throat. “It could serve as a...a lullaby. So to speak.”

At this point, opening his eyes would be more stressful than keeping them close and imagining what Patton looked like.

Instead, he felt Patton brush against his arm as he reached over to grab his ukulele in the backseat before climbing back to the front.

And there was a moment of silence before, (slow, deep; ready...)

“Here we are,” Patton began, “took so long, came so far. ” His voice cracked a bit. “I slept half the way on your shou-lder…”

The melody was simple enough, nothing more than a few plucks on each string, then repeat. Logan took a deep breath, and exhaled upon hearing Patton do the same.

“Safe and sound, as the night tore and spun around…”

Before closing his eyes for good that night, Logan took one more glance at Patton.

He was playing his ukulele cross-legged on his seat. Despite it being so small in size, nothing could look as small as Patton did; his tears rolling down his cheeks and fogging up his glasses.

Logan felt his heart skip a beat.

And for a split second, he wondered if Patton even knew how special he was; how different he was from anyone he had ever met. He was different from everything he believed; entirely separate from the dark world Logan was so familiar with.

Logan wondered if Patton could even die when he was filled with so much life.

(But perhaps he could learn to love not knowing.)

Because despite all this– dark clouds hanging over their heads like a cruel prophecy– Patton smiled .

“And we had to get lost to be found...”

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writebethany · 7 years

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You're out of Vega Prompts? What about Vega's first time to an amusement park?

Dude, like such good timing because I literally just spent the entire day at Universal Studios. What a good.

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National City has a fair amount of amusement parks around it, but Alex and Astra don’t really think about going until Vega comes home at twelve and begs and begs to go somewhere, she’s hoping Disney, really, but literally anywhere will do because all her friends have all these cool stories about going to the amusement parks and she just has to pretend that she’s done cool things too. Which she totally has, because duh, superhero parents, but like, she can’t tell her friends about that, now can she? Well, she could, but her moms would kill her. Honestly, a trip to an amusement park isn’t that much to ask is it?

Alex relents rather easily, because honestly, she loves amusement parks, she just really never has time to go. She thinks Astra will have fun, too, if she warns Astra of what’s going to happen beforehand so she doesn’t freak out, thinking something isn’t right. But the second she looks at the prices for Disney now she flat out has a heart attack. She’s still a government employee and the salaries definitely suck, so Disney, right out for now. She looks into Six Flags and Knotts Berry Farm and Universal Studios. Universal wins out because the season passes are fairly cheap for California residents and she figures she’ll win points with Vega by telling her that they can go back more than once. Also, she may, just may really, really want to go to Harry Potter World, but Vega doesn’t need to know that. She’s totally gonna buy Ravenclaw merch, though, and nothing will stop her.

The day they plan the trip for has Vega up early enough that she’s actually done with her bowl of cereal and dressed before Alex even thinks about stumbling to the kitchen. Astra’s out on her morning exercise run, or well, fly and hadn’t set the coffee timer to rouse Alex gently out of her sleep with the smell of caffeine. It’s a weekend for god’s sake why did anyone get up before noon? But then Vega is sliding a bowl of cereal in front of her and starting the coffee maker, already babbling about what they’re going to do in what order because she’s totally got the map memorized already. Alex just smiles and thinks that they’re going to have a hard time keeping up with the literal ball of energy in front of her. It’ll be worth it though, because Vega’s already so excited and happy she can’t imagine what the little girl is going to be like at the park. And making Vega happy is her highest priority, really. Though coffee, right now, is close second.

Astra arrives back home, kisses both of them and goes to shower quickly while Vega starts to get antsy. She makes a Kryptonian sized bowl of cereal for Astra as soon as she hears the shower door open and Astra is out to eat it before it even gets soggy. Living with speed demons sometimes has its perks, but this morning, not being able to finish her first cup of coffee before Vega drags them out the door isn’t one of them. Amusement parks have Starbucks, though, so she’ll be ok.

When they get to the park, Vega dashes ahead just like Alex thought she would, but at least it’s definitely at human speed. She calls after her to stay in sight, but other than that, she doesn’t stop Vega’s fun. If anyone tries anything with Vega, they would be in for a sore surprise anyway. It took at least some of the worrying out of parenting. Some. Not really much, but some. She’ll take what she can get.

Astra, for her part, is looking around and smiling softly.

“What?” Alex asks.

“It reminds me of fairs we used to have on Krypton, nothing so organized or permanent as this, but, the similarities are there. I used to love going as a child.”

“Yeah, well,” she nudges Astra with a hip, “our child seems to be taking after the both of us with how excited she is. You guys are going to eat me out of house and home in park food, aren’t you.”

Astra nods, not even the least bit sheepish. “I’ve seen signs for fried oreos already and I want some of those.”

“Of course you do. You’ll probably want one of those giant turkey legs too. And so many churros. I regret introducing you to those.”

Astra lights up. “They have those here?”

Oh god, she shouldn’t have opened her mouth.

Vega runs back up to them before Alex can dig herself into even more of a hole and pulls on their hands. “Come on, pleeeease,” she whines. “I want to go on Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey.”

Astra and Alex just look at each other and share a “what can you do” expression, and follow Vega into the heart of the park. They stand in line for an hour and a half before they actually get onto the ride, but then Alex is being thrown into a delightful reminder of her younger years, reading the books and watching the movies, and every one of those ninety minutes was worth it. From the look on Astra’s face as they step off the conveyor belt, the pleased and slightly amazed look, it was worth it for her too. She really doesn’t have to wonder if Vega had a good time, not really. She’s already telling them.

When they get off and go into the gift shop, Vega is going on about how awesome it was, and looking over everything in the shop like she wants it. Alex sees a Ravenclaw sweatshirt that she definitely wants, and oh, there’s a matching Slytherin one for Astra and that’s perfect.

“Two things,” Alex says to Vega, who shoots off at the news that she can get something with a happy yell. Alex herself goes and gets the sweatshirts without hesitation and hands the Slytherin one to Astra. Astra looks down at the sweatshirt and rolls her eyes.

“I don’t see why I’m Slytherin. I’m a Ravenclaw like you.”

Alex shakes her head. “Nah, you’re smart, so smart, but Slytherin is…they’re the street smart ones. They’ll go to bat for the causes they want to bolster like rabid animals. But they also have self-preservation to know when backing out is a better idea. Tacticians may be Ravenclaws, but a good general, they’re a Slytherin. They have to be able to weigh tough decisions and make the right one despite loss of life. Ravenclaws, they’re book smart, they’re a little more capricious in their attentions because everything is interesting and why should only one thing hold their interests, and sometimes when they’re too deep into something they won’t let the idea go even if it’s foolish. When faced with a hard decision they’ll keep looking for the option where no one loses, even if it doesn’t exist.”

Astra considers that and then takes the sweater without protest. “Very well.”

Vega shows up a few minutes later, holding a Hufflepuff scarf and Gryffindor t-shirt. She’d always tested on the border of each house whenever she ventured onto the online tests, same as Alex tested on the borderline of Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Unlike Alex, though, Vega hadn’t picked a house, keeping close to both of them. Alex had to admit, the mixture suited her, so it worked well.

“All set, munchkin?” she asks.

Vega nods, handing the stuff over and Alex goes to pay for everything, not thinking about the total, because Jesus park merch is expensive, but in this case, well worth it.

By the end of the day, Vega’s dragged them to literally every single attraction. The locker they rented to store their stuff is full to the bursting, and Alex is dead on her feet. Astra and Vega, of course, are energizer bunnies and are eagerly talking about getting a late dinner at one of the restaurants right outside the park. How they can even think about food after all they’ve eaten, Alex knows the answer, but yet it still boggles her mind. So many churros. So. Many. Next time she’s making Astra fly home and grab their food from home instead of paying park prices, but for a day, she’s happy to bear the burden. This is one normal thing she can give Vega in a sea of things that are different for her. She realizes how hard that is on her daughter sometimes, even if she doesn’t say it. But now she’ll go to school with stories about her day and enough merch to sink a ship. Some days she doesn’t feel like she’s doing the best she can as a mother, but today, today isn’t one of those days. So she hikes the bags she’s carrying higher, and leads her two ever hungry Kryptonians to Taco Bell.

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Whirlwind of Fuckery.

😈Today is Tuesday. Saturday was the last day I wrote, if I'm not mistaken. What all has happened? Hmm.. Let me think. Tons of bullshit with that older man. Promises not kept. Lies that I KNOW are being told, but don't dare go in with full-blown accusations, because he has money.. & since I'm on a run, I always need dope. Whatever. He left me hanging all day yesterday while I kept stringing Chris along all day & he kept stringing HIS dude along all day... Finally, after getting dropped off at 10 AM, receiving a promise he'd return at 1 o'clock and we would go & get a bag... Then proceeding to wait ALL day while being fed some bullshit... I finally mustered up some mojo & formulated a plan to get my own shit. Had to create a huge Smorgasbord of a lie to convince my dad out of $40 for dinner & a movie with NA people. Yeah.... I'm bottom-of-the-barrel terrible & although that rhyme sounded cool, it's not meant to be lighthearted. For some reason when I wrote that down about my dad, I feel super awful & ashamed all of a sudden. Honestly, I fucking should, too. My parents have sacrificed so much to try and save me from my addiction to heroin & I have thrown it down the drain AGAIN. I don't know how they haven't caught on or kicked me out yet. My mom has asked me multiple times & all except once, several weeks ago, it's something I always deny. Still.... Can't help but wonder... A part of me feels like they have got to fucking know. I had Chris pick me up last night around 6, & the timing was perfect. I needed to leave before 6:30 and be gone until at least 11. Problem solved. We went back to his house, I smoked my whole sack up quick despite a weak willed promise to myself I'd save a LITTLE bit for the morning. Blazed a bowl & a joint of this weed also procured from this older man. Then we fell asleep on his bed until tapping on the ajoined bathroom window from the porch woke us up - it was just Abraham returning home from work in Royal City. I came home & passed the fuck out from midnight until basically 11 AM. I did wake up once around 6, managed to stumble out into the kitchen while my dad was sitting at his computer & bum a smoke from him. After several long drags, I smashed the smelly, cancerous slave-driver of a product face first into the glass ashtray on the stove ; small round and clear with a psychedelic heart painted in the center, it was a gift from my mother. I shuffle back to my bedroom shut the door dive back into warm covers turn a pill bottle over into my palm, two little hot pink ovals pop em into my mouth and away to sleep I go. Benadryl only works like that (for inducing sleep) whenever I'm high. While sober it didn't have that effect. Weird, whatever... Unimportant! Really, though, none of what I've written on this blog so far is important. Just the loaded ramblings of a 25 year old on-going, off-again junkie loser without a future, destined to die probably living in this same fucking room. When I finally woke up again, 5 hours after popping those allergy meds in hopes of them doing exactly what they actually did (sleeeeep💗) I hung out around the house with my Ma. A&E has started showing a trailer advertising the February 20th premiere of the new & FINAL season of a show we binge-watched on Netflix together & fell in love with... Sooo that means Netflix added new episodes of Bates Motel! We watched at least 6-7 episodes I think. Old guy hit me up saying he wanted to buy a sack; had $100. He didn't want to go pick anyone up other than me (which was a problem) because Chris wasn't answering & Kayleigh is in jail, poor thing. After bullshitting with Andy Packard for a bit on when his dude was going to pick him up & then meet us... I wasn't sure if I believed that was really going to happen, so I decided to take a chance. Instructed Romeo to swoop me and drive me up past the car wash. Had him park further back then normal, and decided to try my luck knocking on the bathroom window of the Naab house. BOOM. IT WORKED. I'M IN. Fucker was sleeping all day. I had just seen him the night before (he dropped me off just after 11) but apparently he didn't didn't go to bed until 9 o'clock this morning. Anyways. He called his dude. I told my ride / ATM to wait over at the gas station (GOD I'M AN ASSHOLE) and while waiting Packard called me ten times cause guys dude was in the way, I made up some story we got pulled over on the other side of town & "homeboy" got arrested on a warrant outta Kittitas County. The little Mexican teenager Chris goes through showed up (we heard his car crunching over snow & ice out in the driveway) so my buddy ran out, and minutes later returned with a nice hefty chunk of some super-fire, or as fire as it gets around these podunk parts. I smoked two pieces with him, as a peace offering for waking him up, broke off some more and put it in a second baggie hidden stealthily away in my right sock, and called my ride to swoop me back up. We get to his house, do all of the bag (aside from what I had hidden) and talk about my plan to get off this shit using subs - subs he got from his coworker that are waiting in his locker at work... Subs that he is supposed to be bringing me shortly after his shift ends at 7 AM Wednesday morning. This morning. Today. I hope to God he comes through with those. I worry, because while he HAS done alot for me he has also been pretty flaky on a couple occasions. I've actuality been sitting on a message in my FB inbox from him that I need to reply to NOW (not purposefully avoiding it, I just honestly keep forgetting) so he stays engaged and it's still thinking about me (so I can get those subs here in the next 6 hours). Very important. Pause all of this ; I'm going to reply to him now. OH, but I cleaned out my tooter less than a minute ago & it was funky full, for all variables considered... So honestly I'm gonna hit this real quick & THEN reply. &&&&& I'M BAAAAACK. 😈💗😐 So I'm back. One more hit real quick. Smoking my last cig for the night. Oh boy... I told myself I'd be going to bed early tonight; it's now closing in on 3 AM. I have to be awake at a quarter to seven (6:45- DON'T FORGET TO SET AN ALARM, DUMMY) to meet J. Romeo for those subs when he gets off work. Please, good lord, PLEASE... Let him come through. Please, please, pleeeease. 🙏 Soon as I finish this little blurb of a blog.... Well, what was supposed to be a quick daily check in / drug-a-log... I skipped the last 2 days since Saturday so this entry turned into more of an amphetamine-fueled nonsensical novel HAH! (If a statement could ever perfectly describe my style of writing... That would be it 😂) but as soon as I'm done with this cigarette, I have to be done with this entry. Then, I'm going to brush my teeth, put Neosporin on my face (which I picked to hell and back this evening...sad day) and try to pee one last time... Then I'm crawling into bed, setting a 15-minute timer, and doing a Stream of Consciousness exercise (S.O.C.). Basically the concept is just to set a timer and do not stop writing until the bell. Sense doesn't need to be made nor does punctuation really need to be used. The idea is just to spill your guts, your heart, your soul, out onto the pages. Free your mind from the hamster wheel of worry and thought by expelling it onto the empty lines of a journal. Cigarette is done. Think I might just do the rest of that bag right now... Fuuck it. One last hurrah; thirty dollar chunk of fuego and a few pages of chicken-scratch prose. Debating... Debating... I'm already pretty high... I don't know if he will come through for SURE with those subs... If he doesn't, & I smoked this all tonight, I'm screwed. I'm screwed either way without em, whether I smoke now or not... Totally irrelevant. If he does, I will be so relieved. I will be able to get off this shit, finally... After TWO FUCKING MONTHS. WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE DID THE TIME GO? HOW THE FUCK DID I END UP HERE? Why on earth did I decide to go back out? I don't want to live like this anymore... Please Goddess, hear my cry & help me. Please let him come through with those Suboxone, that is my one and only hope.

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