Who: James and Cutter Where: Edge of the Forest When: Late at night on Monday/Early Tuesday Why: Because the boys need to chat Rating: Pg-13
Cutter jogged toward the edge of the forest. It wasn't a quick trip, but he liked the exercise and his head was doing some unusual things. Everything seemed so clear. All of the bullshit he'd been letting weigh him down was gone. Instead, there was an understanding there. A complete selfishness that let him see directly to the core of the matter without partial truths or complicated obligations. It had never been so easy to brush away all of the noise and see straight to the truth.
He spotted James and ran even faster, not even stopping to think about what it looked like. He couldn't believe the things he'd just said to Laura. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but he almost liked it. Coming up beside James, he plopped onto the ground and pulled out a cigarette.
"Hey." He lit it up and took a deep drag, groaning as he exhaled. "Fuck, I needed this."