lost // zavir + landon

zavirtmi:

Zavir felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, causing him to look around before realizing he’d gotten a text. It took him a while to unlock his phone since he’d forgotten his password, but eventually he opened it, his long, skinny finger clicking the messages button. He had to squint his eyes to read Landon’s text properly, looking around him. [some treess and a mcdonalds and gas] Zavir managed to respond, hoping to let Landon know he was in Williamsburg without remember that he lived in the tiny town. Just as he slipped his phone in his back pocket, a man shouted, “Clean up yourself, you piece of shit!” Zavir balled his hands into fists as he turned around, shouting back, “Hey, why don’t you shut the fuck up?” Zavir quickly realized what he’d said, his eyes widening as the tall, burly man much bigger than him turned around and began walking towards him. “What the fuck did you say to me?” The man asked Zavir, his breath hot, fanning on Zavir’s face. “I said, why don’t you shut the fuck up?” Zavir had absolutely no idea where this confidence had stemmed inside of his one-hundred and ten pound body but he could hear his own fear as he returned the piercing gaze. He began praying that Landon would get here soon, before realizing that the man had drawn his fist back, aiming for Zavir’s face.

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Landon let out a sigh of relief as he felt his phone buzz again, having already made it to the car by the time he’d gotten the text.  He quickly read it and had a good assumption as to where the other boy was.  There weren’t many places that had a McDonalds and a gas station right next to each other around here, so he thought he’d try the closest one first.  Before starting his car, he sent a quick text back to Zavir.  [Okay, I’ll be there soon.  Don’t worry!]  He slipped his phone into his cup holder, carefully pulling out of his apartment complex and headed to where he hoped he’d find the other boy.  After a few minutes, he pulled into the parking lot of the gas station, parking his car and getting out.  He walked around for a moment, looking for any sign of the boy who seemed to be rather lost, before spotting two figures sitting on the side of the road, seeming to be having an argument.  He made his way closer to the pair, recognizing one of the people to be Zav just as the larger man winded up and decked Zavir in the face.  Landon gasped loudly, immediately running over to where the two were standing.  He stood beside them, not exactly knowing how to handle the situation, he decided to put his hands out in front of him as he felt a few tears roll down his cheeks out of fear.  “Stop!  Leave him alone.”  He pleaded.

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julianbro:

“I’m assuming you worked here before?”

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“That I did!  I was here for a while, but I barely know anyone here anymore, so I might as well be new at this point.”

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text; landon

text; landon


Amelia: no you owe me a sandwich
Amelia: handmade pls and thx
Landon: I do make a very good homemade PB&J.
Landon: But, I'm not sorry for eating your sandwich. I saw your name on it and thought it'd be good, but I had to pick the pickles off, so I'm a lil' disappointed.

text; landon

text; landon


Amelia: no we'll call it my sandwich stop being cute
Landon: Well, you can't own something that isn't around anymore.. SORRY.

lost // zavir + landon

zavirtmi:

Zavir wasn’t sure what time it was, nor where he was and in an effort to help himself, in his tipsy state a few miles from his shitty flat, he sent Landon a text. [dnt know where i am? wil u come get me] with his shaky fingers. He can’t remember the last time he’d gotten drunk or why he had this time. Begrudgingly, Zavir sat down on a curb as cars quickly passed by in the night of the busy city of Orlando. A few people made disgusted looks at him, his anger slowly rising. He swished a beer bottle around in his hand, tapping his finger along the top as he hummed a song, waiting for a text back from Landon, if he even replied.
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Landon had been curled up on his couch, watching Treasure Planet on his own, not bothering to try and be social on his first day back.  He had been relaxing in one of his more comfortable outfits, not really worrying about dressing up to just move in on his own.  He heard his phone buzz on the coffee table, so he leaned forward and grabbed it.  He saw a text message form Zavir, which caused him to quickly unlock his phone and scan over the text.  He sighed, feeling a wave of concern flood over him.  He quickly typed back a response, as he stood up and grabbed his keys off his kitchen counter as he headed out of his apartment.  [Of course, Zav.  Can you tell me what’s around you?  That’ll help me find you.]  Pressing send, he pushed his phone into his pocket, making his way towards his car.

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text; open

text; open


Amelia: whoever ate my sandwich out of the staff fridge owes me a new one
Amelia: or ten bucks to replace it smh
Landon: We'll just count is a welcome home gift. :~)

fairestlottie:

“Denial. That’s a shame.”

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“Hey, living in denial is what I do.  Why else would I run all the way across the country?”

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kiss-the-girl-savannah:

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“I mean, I’ve been trying to explore this place a bit. I get lost way too easily. Maybe you could help me with that? It’s great that you want to meet all the new people though!” 

“I’d love to help you out!  If I can remember where everything is, but if I forget, I’ll just fake it til I make it.  And yeah, I like knowing people.  It stresses me out when I don’t know who someone is.”

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fairestlottie:

“Or because you secretly love me. It’s okay, Landon, no one would blame you.”

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“You know, I’d totally admit to my love.  But, then my facade of being a raging homosexual would be ruined, and I can’t have that shattered before I even start again.”

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kiss-the-girl-savannah:

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“Well it’s good that you’re back then! I can totally relate to not being able to just sit around. I’d much rather be involved and have something to do.” 

“I’d agree!  And if you’d ever like something to do, just let me know.  I’d like to start getting to meet the people that started while I was away.  I feel slightly out of the loop.”

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