“The town was paper, but the memories were not.” 

10 years later self-para [1828 Words]

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Two more days.

adrienne-snow:

I was being sympathetic.. but fuck you too, Hayes.

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Calling me crazy doesn’t hurt me, Adrienne, and surprisingly some people have goals that college helps with. Not everyone gets to sit around and look pretty.

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Two more days.

adrienne-snow:

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That’s even worse. 

Say whatever you want, Adrienne, I only have two more days to put up with it.

Two more days.

adrienne-snow:

Is there finally sending you off to the nut home?

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Nope, college.

Two more days.

adrienne-snow:

No. Not you— thankfully. I wouldn’t want to catch the crazy germs.

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No worries, you’re safe.

Two more days.

adrienne-snow:

Zeus really must love me.

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Doesn’t everyone though?

Two more days.

And I’ll be gone.

WHORE~ (I mean horror, Adrienne's just a whore... oops.)
- adrienne-snow

Horror: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters in a horror movie scenario.

“Autumn?!”

The older girl yelled, more irritated than scared. One simple midnight swim off inside a locked school wasn’t so scary. But Thayer would probably kill her if she lost his baby sister.

“Adrienne?”

Autumn was somewhere in school, that she knew, but there were no lights on and except for the creepy sensation that she was being watched, Autumn was alright with slowly walking back towards the direction she’d come in. Suddenly, she heard a scream and running towards the gym doors, she realized they were barred from the inside. Seeing Adrienne through the glass, Autumn tried mouthing to her to open the door until the other girl’s eyes widened at something behind her. The last thought she had before being knocked out was ‘I’m going to die, and the last thing I saw was Adrienne freaking Snow’

AddictionA drabble (main or AU) about our characters dealing with an addiction.

“You do realize we act like five year olds, right?” A freckled face with wildly frizzy curls hung upside down right in front of Scott’s face, and he just laughed with a nod. Swinging herself down from the monkey bars, she flopped unceremoniously down beside him and lacking any grace at all. “But isn’t that why it’s fun?”

The two teenagers were settled in their favorite spot- the old practically abandoned playground that housed, in Autumn’s words, the best slide ever. Scott begged to differ, protesting that it was hot as hell in the summer and could freeze your balls off in the winter. Autumn would always come back with a quick retort of “Well isn’t it great that I have no balls then,” which they’d laugh at while shoving each other off the swings. Their friendship was so easy, pretty much the only easy aspect of either of their lives. They’d hang out, go see every single animated movie that came to the theater on Main Street, and basically keep one part of their childhood alive in their memories. Despite vampires, wolves, hunters, and hybrids, they needed some reminder of the simpler times when they were little.

"Fry, please," Autumn dug around in the large McDonalds bag for a few fries before tossing them rapidfire at Scott, who wrinkled his nose but managed to catch all of them. "Do not waste the holy grail, jesus, Autumn!" Scott holding the french fries reverently made the befreckled girl burst into giggles, leaning against the bench he was sitting on. "This is seriously a problem," She muttered, tilting her head back against his knee while he dropped a chicken nugget into her mouth- or on her nose, in reality. Laughing a little, Scott shook his head and continued eating his fast food. "Not a problem till someone does an intervention for you," He reminded her, standing up and tossing the empty bag into the trash can. Just then, they saw a group of their friends walking up the path to meet them. Grace, Stiles, Drew, and even Thayer all stood in front of them, arms crossed like the secret service. Autumn and Scott exchanged guilty glances, hiding the McDonalds bag behind their backs.

Intervention time.

Graveyard
- thayer-hayes

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

There were some things in life that you just dug in your heels and resisted doing because it was too painful. Being back in Mystic Falls after fifteen years was one of those things for Autumn, because she swore when she drove across the county line that she would never come back to the town that held so much pain and death. But here she was, pulling into Mystic Falls Cemetery where her entire family lay. This time, though, she had a family of her own. Holding the blonde baby on her hip, she walked over to the three large stone tombstones where ‘HAYES’ was written. Her mother, the oil to their family machine. The mom who’d made pancakes for the first day of school, the woman who’d put up with more sleepovers and school plays than anyone Autumn had ever known. The role model she needed to be a mother to her own little girl. Tears stung her eyes as she touched the cold stone, the baby in her arms wiggling. “Hey, mom,” Her voice seemed loud in the still December air, piercing the silence. It was strange, knowing how much she came here as a teenager whenever she was having troubles or was scared. Here, a cemetery, was where she’d felt safest because of her parents. “I know it’s…it’s been awhile since I was here. I brought Abigail. God, I wish you were around to meet her,”  Her voice broke and Autumn bit her lip as she quickly continued walking.

Her father’s tombstone was beside his wife’s, and Autumn couldn’t help but smile. Her parents had loved each other. There was never any doubt in her mind about that. They had the kind of love people wrote books, movies, love songs about. But they hadn’t gotten their happy ending and it made Autumn almost angry at the universe. There was so much hate and evil in the world, why kill two of the most loving kind people? “There’s grandpa,” She murmured, resting her cheek against her baby’s head while the chubby little girl reached out to poke the tombstone. “I hope I’m doing this right, Dad…”

When she reached the last one, a lump formed in her throat and she knelt on the half frozen ground in front of the tombstone that read ‘THAYER HAYES- devoted son, brother, guardian, husband, and father’. Autumn choked back tears as she traced the word guardian- her brother had given up everything for her when their parents died. He’d come home, and taken care of an eleven year old instead of letting someone else handle it. He was her everything, and seeing his tombstone still brought her to tears. “Hey, brother,” She whispered, holding her child closer as if cradling her, keeping her safe from death that seemed to follow her around taking everyone she loved. “Fifteen years, and I still feel like I should’ve done more, you-you did everything for me,” She choked out, wiping her eyes. “I should’ve thanked you more, I-I should’ve acted grateful, god, Thayer, I’m s-so sorry,” Autumn’s shoulders shook, while the baby in her arms reached up with chubby fingers to wipe her tears. Standing up, she gripped the stone until her knuckles turned white, and her tears fell steadily as she leaned down. “They forgot a word for you, you know,” Autumn said softly. “Hero,”

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