A Simple Case of Stockholm Syndrome // O/O // CLOSED

Thatcher paused on the sidewalk with Nike to take a quick breather. He looked around him as he ran his scarred fingers through his hair, slicking it back a bit to get it out of his face.

He sat there in the window seat, eating away, offering a small wave at Thatcher. He was cute, especially in the sunlight. The way it hit his hair, and made his eyes sort of glow, but still mysterious like. He enjoyed a good mystery. Evan then pulled out his phone and began to play Temple Run.

Thatcher looked over around him at the buildings and noticed a figure waving. It as the target. He gave a wave in return before looking back down at Nike, murmuring to the dog. “Look at that, baby. Already got the pretty boy wrapped around my finger.”

He shrugged as he finished up his sandwich and went right back to work, until 3 where he left and went to his drama practice. They were doing Romeo And Juliet. He was annoyed about it,but at least he was a background character.

Thatcher was back at the organization. He rested on his bed, flexing his hand open and closed as a way to stimulate what working nerves he had left. They felt so stiff. It was decently uncomfortable and difficult to move at times.

He walked out of practice with a wide grin,went home,and ended up going lazer tagging with his family,enjoying himself the whole day. He went home riding in his family's mini van,singing away with the rest of the family to bad 90s songs like Jessies girl.

(Hi- sorry for being gone! I had to work all day yesterday and then this morning I had a college visit!)

Thatcher was outside of his apartment building, standing under an overhang with a cigarette between his lips, the embers burning and a bit of smoke coming from the end. It was a habit he had picked up. He could stop if he wanted to. He just didn't want to in the first place.

(Mood) Evan went home, and enjoyed his life like every other teen. But at night he liked to go for walks, it helped him think. So at oh, 9:30 he got on his dark blue hoodie, put in his air pods-which made him feel like a white douche bag- and headed off, soon lost in thought. On the other side of the block was a shifty apartment building that he always did a little half jog half walk past. The place always gave him the creeps and he never knew why.

Thatcher glanced around as he brushed his hair back from his face. He should really tie it up. He saw a figure jogging past and recognized him right away,
giving a whistle.

Evan ignored it and kept running, and then stopped when a driveway's motion activated light came on, sat down, and breathed a bit on the sidewalk, trying to catch his breath and calm his nerves before he kept going.

Thatcher saw the light flick on, a little grin forming on his lips. Just as he thought. It was that pretty boy. He just watched. He was sure Evan had heard. He would have wanted the boy to approach on his own. Just to prove a point.

Evan looked back at the creepy apartment building and saw you. He offered a small wave,got up,and kept walking. You looked busy and he liked playing hard to get. But he did swing his hips as he walked away to entice you.

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