Rusty Beck (wantedafamily) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-12-02 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, liz parker (has_flashes), rusty beck (wantedafamily), ~2020 december |
Who: Rusty Beck and Open
What: Attempting to be a normal high school student
When: Wednesday, early evening
Where: The cafe attached to That Book Place
Warnings: TBA
Status: Open/On-going
As weird as he'd found Madison Valley at first, Rusty had finally started settling in a little. Of course, actually talking things out with Peter had helped. Yeah, there was a lot of stuff he hadn't told the guy -- and who knew if he ever would -- but at least he wasn't trying to bolt out of the house every few days. He didn't know who was more relieved about that, Peter or Johanna.
He actually didn't even mind having to have a guardian, either. Well, he didn't mind that much, anyway. He'd spent enough time with Sharon to realize that yes, it was possible for parental figures to care about him. And Peter was actually a pretty decent guy -- not at all like Daniel, not at all like he'd been afraid of. If anything, Peter gave off the distinct impression that he'd happily kill Daniel. That kind of sentiment for a kid he barely even knew... yeah, that'd gone a long way towards settling Rusty's immediate fears.
But like any other teenage boy, he wasn't terribly thrilled with school. On the one hand, there was a weird sense of normal to be found in that. On the other, he'd be pissed with anyone that pointed out the normal. Nobody ever said Rusty made sense. He hadn't made sense in a long time.
In terms of things that didn't make sense, though? He'd put his Human Biology homework right at the top of the list. He'd been holed up at the bookstore, and then in the little cafe attached to it, for the past couple hours since he'd gotten out of class. He was sorely tempted to ignore the inevitable awkwardness, drop by the clinic, and harass the crap out of Dr. Morales for help. He wasn't quite there yet, though.
Give him another ten minutes of sitting there with his notes and a mostly-finished coffee, maybe he'd give up.