sheriffskid (sheriffskid) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-04-09 00:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, hunter, hunter x mak, mak |
Who: Hunter and Mak
When: Sunday, Oct 15, midday
Where: phone first, who knows
Status: Complete
On Saturday, once she’d finally made it back home and into bed, Mak had slept as long as possible. Her mother had checked on her a couple of times, but Mak had grumbled about not feeling well and kept herself mostly covered up by blankets. It wasn’t a complete lie -- she did feel like shit whenever she was awake. Her muscles ached from lack of sleep and fighting off the demon in Hunter’s body and then dragging him around. She had a headache from crying so much and just all the fucking stress. Her neck and right breast were bruised with finger marks, she had no idea what she was going to do to really hide those except wear high collars or something. They weren’t really bad, but they would still be noticeable to anybody who looked at her too closely. Every time she stayed awake for more than a couple of hours or so, she started crying, so sleeping off and on all day seemed like the best course of action.
She tried texting Hunter in the afternoon, but didn’t hear anything from him until Jen texted her hours later to let her know his phone was lost and not to worry. Which sounded pretty impossible, but whatever. Mak just went back to emptily watching TV with the sound down low.
Mak slept in late on Sunday. After she had shuffled to the bathroom to answer the call of nature, she went back to her room and flopped into bed again. After laying there listlessly for a minute or two, she picked up her phone to check her notifications. Hunter had sent her a Snap, declaring he’d found his phone. Mak’s lips twitched upward and she decided to text him. hey. you up?
Hunter had felt a million times better after Sebastian came to see him and then Jen had found his phone and he'd been ridiculously grateful and happy about it. That whole happy thing lasted until about nine pm on Saturday night when he was alone again and found himself crying. Again. It was getting ridiculous but he wasn't going to beat himself up about it. There were probably no rules about the maximum amount of crying you were allowed to do after being possessed by a fucking demon.
He had bad dreams that night, his brain trying to puzzle together what had happened and being mean about it. He'd killed Jen - obviously false - and shot some random cops - doubtful - and then the demon had been there choking him and hitting him on the head over and over again. He woke up sad and tired so he kept napping on and off all Sunday while Jen covered for him with their dad.
When his phone buzzed he looked at the message from Mak and instantly called her. It didn't feel like enough just to text but he looked like shit and didn't really want to do a video chat either.
She should’ve expected it, but Mak’s body gave a little jerk when her phone started buzzing in her hand with a call. She had a moment of uncomfortable panic -- was she ready to talk to him? Her imagination quickly supplied some paranoia that she would answer the phone and hear the demon’s words coming out in Hunter’s voice again. That was stupid, he’d seemed fine in the Snap, but still. It took her a couple of rings longer than it should have to answer. “Hey,” she said quietly when she did, tugging her comforter up over her legs.
"Hey," he said softly back, pressing his lips together as he thought about what to say. He hadn't really thought it through, he just needed to hear her voice. "Are you okay?" he asked then and he was pretty sure she wasn't, just like he wasn't. Just hearing her voice made him want to cry again and that at least felt more legitimate than some of the other reasons that had him bawling. He loved her so much and she'd had to deal with some horrible creature wearing him like a cheap Hunter costume. A small part of him was worried she wouldn't want to talk to him again, not out of malice but just sheer trauma. He would understand and it would break him to pieces.
Mak had felt okay a moment ago, but maybe she’d still been waking up and fuzzy-brained, because she felt on the verge of tears already. Dammit, why couldn’t he have just texted her back? At the same time, Mak was so glad to hear his voice. He sounded like himself, and that was a relief, but it gave her such mixed feelings. Her free hand came up without her permission and squeezed her bruised breast, something she’d kept doing the day before. “Not really,” she answered, her voice wavery. “Are you?” Mak already suspected they were going to cry together for a while during this phone call.
He was quiet for a few seconds as he tried to swallow down that lump in his throat but then he replied, his voice a little cracked. "No." He honestly wasn't sure they'd ever be okay again. At least they weren't bullshitting each other, trying to put up a brave face. He couldn't have stomached that but at the same time he wished it hadn't affected Mak as badly as it had. He wanted to ask her what exactly he'd done but at the same time he wasn't sure he wanted to know and he was even less sure Mak was ready to talk about it. "At least it's over," he mumbled lamely, even if a part of him worried it wasn't.
Of course he wasn’t okay, he’d been possessed by a demon. Mak wasn’t sure if Hunter had remembered anything more, but she hoped not. Better that he didn’t. He’d always been sensitive and sweet-natured, and she knew he would angst to no end about what the demon had made him do. He didn’t need the details, Mak could carry those for him, right? “Yeah,” she agreed unsteadily, then swallowed hard and wiped at her eyes. “How are you feeling? Like, physically.” She was tempted to ask about his dreams, since her own hadn’t been demon-free, but they’d felt ... different. More like regular nightmares than an invasion of something. Mak decided she would ask Sabrina instead, she’d been more removed from this.
He wanted to tell her he was fine because he knew some of that pain he was in was because she'd had to defend herself against him. It was so messed up and he didn't want her to feel guilty about it but then she probably didn't want him to feel guilty about it all either and yet here they were, crying on the phone and feeling like shit. "Kinda like... I fell down the stairs in a house full of smoke," he mumbled since that was the best way of putting it he thought. His throat was still raw and weird though the tea had helped some with that. "I don't think I'm coming to school tomorrow, I told dad I fell off my bike..." It was a stupid excuse but at least it was more believable than the truth. "Did I..." He hesitated to ask even if he'd asked her before. He was calmer now though so maybe she'd change her answer. "Did I hurt you, Mak?"
Mak had already decided she probably wouldn’t go to school either. She just didn’t feel like she had the energy for anything, least of all trying to pay attention and act normal. If she played sick enough today, she was sure her mom wouldn’t protest her staying home tomorrow. Mak closed her eyes at Hunter’s hesitant question, trying to figure out what the best answer might be. She knew it could’ve been a lot worse, she’d gotten the impression that the demon had rape in mind when he’d lured her down there, if not outright murder. But that didn’t mean she still wasn’t hurt and traumatized by any violence aimed her way, looking like her best friend. “Just some bumps and bruises,” she heard herself say. “I’ll be okay. It was more just ... scary, than anything. And ... I’m so sorry for having to hurt you. I didn’t know what else to do.”
"You wouldn't have if you didn't have to," Hunter said and while everyone seemed to agree it was better that he didn't remember, a part of him thought maybe it was worse. He could imagine a lot of bad things and it might be better to know for sure which ones he did not have to worry about. So far nobody had turned up dead at least and it was beginning to look like he'd gone straight to Mak's house. The fact that he'd stopped by Jen's room before he left still gave him the chills, another thing that could have ended up horrible. "It wasn't you who hurt me, it was that thing that hurt us, okay?" That was more for her benefit than his own, he couldn't shake the guilt, like he should have fought it harder, been strong and in control.
That was the best way to look at it, of course. And it was probably all backwards that Hunter was using that to reassure her, but it still helped a little. Mak drew in another shaky breath and nodded even though he couldn’t see her. “Right,” she agreed. “Same for you though, okay? I caught on pretty quick that it wasn’t you.” Unfortunately, she hadn’t caught on until he’d lured her somewhere more private and started to choke her, but still, Mak knew in her heart that those actions had nothing to do with Hunter. Now if she could just stop dreaming about it. Almost as if she could read his mind, she added, “None of it was your fault, Hunter. You were just ... the vehicle it chose.”
Hunter selfishly wished the damn thing had chosen a different vehicle but at least they were all in one piece and that was what mattered most. "I know," he sighed. "I still can't help but feel like, like I should have been able to stop it. I keep thinking about the things that could have happened and just..." He wiped at his eyes again and groaned at the fact he kept fucking crying. It was exhausting and his head hurt enough without that pressure building. "I'm scared you won't feel okay being around me anymore."
Mak had been pulling herself back together, but hearing him say that just ruined it all. Because that was exactly what she was scared of too. It probably really said something that losing her bond with her best friend was more frightening than anything else the demon had thrown at them. Or maybe it was just the only thing she could really comprehend right now. It seemed like they were free of the supernatural threat, but what damage had it left behind? She wanted so badly to be casually reassuring, but it all just overwhelmed her for a moment. Mak’s breath hitched and she started to cry in earnest, managing to squeak out a “hang on” before she lowered the phone and pulled her sleeve up to cover her face. She didn’t want him to have to listen to her too much.
Hearing Mak cry felt worse than waking up in that stranger's room had and Hunter curled up in on himself as he waited for her to come back to the phone and talk to him. He didn't bother wiping his tears anymore, they just kept coming so what was the point of even trying. He would give her all the time she needed, or all the hugs she needed, or all the reassurance and promises she needed as long as she told him what it was she did in fact need. Right now he just felt lost and that fear that he'd done something terrible she just wasn't telling him kept rising in his throat like bile.
Mak tried really hard to swallow it all back down so she wouldn’t leave him hanging. She knew Hunter well enough to know that he was probably weeping too, and hurting so bad that she was hurt. They’d always been so empathetic with each other, and right now everything was so jagged and painful. After a couple of moments of sobbing as quietly as she could, Mak took a few deep breaths and wiped her face off, clearing her throat a few times before she picked her phone up again. “M’sorry,” she mumbled to him with a big sniff. “I just ... can’t stop doing that, seems like.” Mak gave a watery little laugh. “I love you though, Hunter. Like, a lot, okay? You’re my best friend in the universe. And I know it’ll be okay, but I’m scared of that too. I mean, I know totally in my head that it wasn’t you, and I’m not like, mad or scared of you ...” She trailed off and made a frustrated noise, feeling like she wasn’t phrasing anything right.
He understood, but he couldn't quiet down that restless panicked feeling that there was more to it all, something sinister that he couldn't imagine and she wouldn't say out loud. Whatever it was, he needed to know, not knowing was starting to feel worse. "I know-" he started, finally wiping at his face with his sleeve. "I know you don't want to tell me but... You have to. I have to know if I... if he hurt you, if..." He couldn't imagine it because his brain wouldn't let him go as dark as a demon would go, it was definitely a mixed bag, not remembering. He didn't think he could live with a memory of Mak afraid of him but at the same time he was so lost and in the dark, he didn't know what she was going through. "You'd tell me if it hadn't been me."
It occurred to her then for the first time that Hunter might be imagining all sorts of horrible things that hadn’t actually happened. She’d been so wrapped up in being upset about what had happened she hadn’t thought of how not telling Hunter details might be worse. Mak took another few deep breaths and wiped at her cheeks some more. “He, uh ... he got me to come downstairs and outside. He was acting like you ... kinda. I mean, looking back, it was weird, but ... yeah. We walked next door, to the empty house? And he grabbed my throat and started trying to choke me.” She paused to sniffle and clear her throat again. “He was just ... saying really filthy stuff, and he grabbed my tit really hard. And I was ... I’m pretty sure he was going to rape me. But that’s as far as it went, ‘cause then I kicked him in the balls.” She sounded apologetic about that again.
"Good," Hunter choked out and it helped that she was talking about him in the third person but still, she'd seen Hunter do that, Hunter had tried to choke her. He couldn't let himself think further than that, if she hadn't fought him off. "I'd have wanted you to kill me before letting me - him - do something like that to you." It made him cringe, just the thought of it and he had to wipe his face again. God he was going to be so dehydrated after this if he didn't drink more water so he grabbed the bottle off his nightstand and tried to drink. It was easier when he didn't feel so damn choked up but the cool water helped a little with calming him down.
Mak winced a little herself. She’d been imagining it over and over again, as much as she didn’t want to. What that might have been like. It made her queasy to think about, and she was very glad that she’d aimed that kick well, even through her guilt that it had hurt Hunter. She knew she wouldn’t have been able to kill him, if she’d even had a way to do it. She would’ve had to let a demon wearing her best friend rape her, and then probably choke her to death. Mak couldn’t even fathom how that would’ve destroyed Hunter if he ever woke up to it. “It could’ve been a lot worse,” she murmured. “I’m just ... so glad I thought to bring the big flashlight. And that Sabrina came to help me. And that the witches knew how to do whatever they did.” Really, there was a lot to be grateful for.
He was going to need to start focusing on that, on how things had gone right despite all the wrong, that they were alive and that monster hadn't used him to rape his best friend. Maybe that was why it had picked him out of all of them, to do the most damage. "I feel like I should go see them again and like... Bring something, or pay them." He just didn't know what and he didn't exactly have any damn money right now. He still owed Sebastian for the Halloween costume and even if he didn't he doubted his allowance would even put a dent in what that kind of magic cost.
She made an unsure noise that was kind of affectionate, because of course Hunter would think of that. “Maybe in a while, yeah,” she said. They were all sort of shellshocked right now, and the witches had seemed pretty eager to just get it done and get rid of them, so she wasn’t sure how welcome even more attention would be. But hell, what did she know about it? That had been the first time she’d ever met a witch, as far as Mak knew. “Reagan runs that Belladonna shop, the good-smelling one? I dunno if I’d go back to their house, though.” Those words sounded pointless to Mak, and she heaved a little sigh. “I’m just so glad you’re ... as okay as you are,” she said.
He didn't really feel okay but there was that knowledge again that it could have been so much worse. "Me too," he whispered before clearing his throat. "About you, I mean. How's Sabrina? She didn't, I mean she was there but I didn't hurt her did I? I guess not since you took me - him - down..." This was getting way too confusing and he sighed before drinking more water. "I've been drinking that tea and I'm so dopey right now. Like I forgot Sebastian was coming over yesterday and then he was just there and I forgot and it was... Well it wasn't awful, it was kind of awesome actually. He helped, you know, calmed me down a little." Which was probably a little funny considering how nervous Hunter normally felt around him. "Did you hear about the bus crash? It's like everything just went wrong all over the place."
Mak felt vaguely glad that Sebastian had turned up to spend time with Hunter. She’d been completely useless the day before as far as comfort went, unable to even soothe herself. At the same time it made her a tiny bit jealous that he’d had company and she hadn’t, even though she hadn’t tried to have any at all. “Sabrina’s okay, he didn’t hurt her at all,” Mak answered first. “And yeah, I heard about the crash, saw it on Twitter and all ... is Sebastian okay? I didn’t hear about anybody getting really hurt, but that kind of thing can still shake you up.” Mak liked Sebastian, and so far he seemed good for Hunter, so she hoped he was fine. And that Greg Wheeler was fine. And, slightly reluctantly, Jules Cooper. “Me and him talked for a while on uh ... I guess it was Friday. During school.” It felt like it had happened a year ago, now.
"Yeah he's okay," Hunter replied and that topic hurt a lot less than what was weighing on their minds. "I think everyone is okay except like... the drivers?" He wasn't sure and that made him feel a little bit guilty, even if he'd definitely had enough to deal with to be excused. "He has a black eye and he got a concussion but yeah he'll be okay. We talked about you, how smart you are," he smiled faintly, wishing that whatever he said to her could make them both feeling better but it didn't feel like anything would help except maybe time. "He said you were helping him with scholarships?"
Mak felt vaguely guilty for not knowing more about the crash too, because it was something she would’ve kept up with better if things were normal. They just ... weren’t. She didn’t know how long it would take them to be normal again, but Mak hoped it wasn’t long. Now that their demon problem was assumably fixed, all she wanted was for life to go back to normal. Where she could talk to her best friend without thinking back to the time his body tried to assault her. The bit about her being smart made her smile a little. “Yeah, he’s really worried that coming out will make his parents freak out and not pay for college, so I’m gonna help him find some scholarships to maybe help out with that,” she said. Mak was glad for the reminder, because she’d all but forgotten about that promise. “He really likes you,” she added, softer. “It’s stupidly adorable.”
"I really like him too," Hunter said softly and this was happy stuff, it shouldn't make him cry more but it did. He was just overly emotional and exhausted he told himself as he wiped at his eyes again with just a little annoyance this time. "And I love you, you're my best friend and you're smart and awesome and I'm so glad it didn't... it wasn't worse." God his head hurt so much again, stupid crying. There was no way he was going to school tomorrow, even if he felt better physically he wouldn't survive the social impact.
The fresh waver in Hunter’s voice made Mak’s own chin wobble a bit. She sniffled again and shifted around on her bed, tugging her covers up over herself further. Even in pants and a sweatshirt, she didn’t feel like she could get all the way warm. Probably because she’d barely eaten and been crying a lot, her body was just exhausted. “I’m really glad too,” she murmured to Hunter. “And I love you, and you’re my best friend. ... I think both my parents work tomorrow, I’m gonna tell mom I’m staying home ... maybe I can come over? We can play sick and watch movies together?” Worried about it as she was, she did want to see him, and really soon. Mak just wanted to curl up with him and watch something mindless and cuddle, to let it really sink into her lizard brain that he wasn’t going to hurt her.
"Please," Hunter said though he had the same worries, that she'd never relax around him again, like whatever thing had been inside him might have left something horrible behind. The sooner they could hang out and talk the sooner their friendship would heal, or so he hoped. There was a small nagging voice in the back of his head that said it might not be a good idea to be home alone together but that voice just made him a little angry. The demon was gone and Hunter would never hurt Mak. Never! "I'll try to stop being a blubbering mess and we can watch something fun," he promised with a faint smile. "I'll let you pick. Even if it just has a bunch of gay girls."
Whether it was a good idea or not, Mak was determined to make it okay for the two of them to be alone together. She was determined not to let that motherfucking asshole demon take her best friend away, especially now that she’d talked to him and listened to him cry. She just loved him too much to let him go. Maybe it wouldn’t be easy, but they would get through it. “Be whatever mess you feel like being, and I will too, and we can be a mess together,” she told him, smiling small and brief. Maybe it would do them some good to cry and cling to each other for a bit. “And thanks, you’re super generous,” she murmured with an amused little huff. “We can alternate gay girls and gay boys and just ... have a day.”
"Let's have a day," Hunter agreed and he wished he could make himself small and harmless around her somehow. He'd never really felt bigger than her but he did now and it was a horrible feeling. That he could overpower her and hurt her. He wouldn't though because that thing that had taken him over was gone. Dead or banished or something. Not here. "You can bring Sabrina if you want," he said quietly, just in case she wanted that security blanket at first.
Mak gave a soft huff that was sadly amused and appreciative all at once. “She’s probably going to school,” she told Hunter gently. Then added, “Besides, it’ll be our day, just for us. I wanna hang out with you.” After talking to him, she felt that more solidly. Mak knew she might be emotional about it, but she wanted to spend time with Hunter and process through all this. She had a feeling that would happen much faster in person. “You giant dork,” she added, soft and affectionate.
"You know what we should do when we're a little better?" Hunter said, feeling stupidly grateful that she wanted to come over and be alone with him despite everything. "We should go back to that karaoke bar. It was so fun and it was just so nice, singing with you. I think we should do that again." If there was any truth to that theory he had once heard about tears all being differently constructed based on the emotion that caused them then he was making a variety of them today. Happy, sad, guilty, thankful. His feelings were all over the place and the only consistent thing about them seemed to be the damn crying.
“Oh my god, that was the best, yes, we’re totally doing that,” Mak confirmed, grinning a bit. It had been nice being on that stage with Hunter, way nicer than she’d ever imagined karaoke could be. It reminded her that she needed to take Sabrina there sometime too. Mak wondered if she would end up loving it as much as they did. Sabrina probably thought it was dorky, but maybe she’d like it. They could sing retro 90s songs, Nirvana and that What’s Going On song and everything, it wasn’t all dorky music. “And we’re totally going for burgers and milkshakes beforehand. And ice cream after. And maybe a pizza to take home. ... I am so hungry right now.” She gave a little giggle and rolled her eyes.
He knew what she meant. He'd had plenty of food in front of him in the last two days but eating it seemed like a challenge. He'd eaten half a slice of the pizza Jen ordered for them, right now he was mostly surviving on water it seemed. Just the thought of eating had made him feel a little queasy but hearing Mak talk about it like that actually made his stomach rumble and the thought of food seem a little more appetising. "We'll get all the things," he promised and god he wanted a milkshake now. Milkshakes went down easily, even when he wasn't hungry. "Fair warning I'm gonna hug the crap out of you when I see you," he said with a faint smile and then, with a sinking feeling, added, "If that's okay."
Mak had forced some food down the day before at some point, but only because she knew she needed it. Not very much though, and what she did eat made her feel a bit sick too. Maybe her body was a little more settled now that she’d gotten to talk to Hunter. That they’d both gotten to talk to each other. Mak gave a soft laugh, feeling more chill and comfortable now under her blankets. She thought maybe she would take another nap once they got off the phone. “I’ll be mad if you don’t,” she told him. “Because I’ll be hugging the crap out of you.” At least Mak hoped that she would feel okay enough to do it. She’d been clingy with him after the exorcism, but everything had been so immediate and raw then, and she’d been so goddamn glad to see him again. “I’ll just wait until my parents leave tomorrow morning and bike over there, and oh no way mom, I was totally home all day being sick.”
"And you won't be lying," Hunter said with a little titter. "You will be home sick just... different home." It felt good to actually laugh, no matter how weak it was and watery. He didn't know if he would have survived this with anyone else, Mak just had a way of pulling him up when he was down. "Mi casa and all." He still clung to that little dream they had where they lived together and she wouldn't have to bike anywhere to come hang out with him but at least she didn't live too far away.
It made sense, because hunter’s house was like her second home. Her mom would probably disagree, and say if she was sick enough to skip school she was sick enough to stay in her first home, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt Mak. And if she called to check in? Mak would just have her phone with her. “Airtight defense,” she murmured with a little grin. It felt normal to plan a skip-day with her best friend, and normal was absolutely needed, she just wished it was under better circumstances. Mak hoped weakly that she would get there, they would hug, and everything would be better. “I might just ... sleep ‘til then,” she added with a sigh. “I can’t get enough. Don’t take pictures of me if I fall asleep over there and drool on myself, okay? Promise now.”
"I promise if you promise," Hunter said. "I look like shit. I just loved having a cute guy over when I look like this." He had loved having Sebastian over but he'd also wished he wasn't quite so messed up, a little worried Sebastian would get scared off or something. So far he hadn't and it felt like a small miracle. It just felt normal to whine about cute boys seeing him when he looked bad, even if the reason he looked bad was horrifying. He wasn't exactly giving off a great first impression on one of their first dates, forgetting all about it hadn't helped either. Worst boyfriend ever. "He kissed me anyway," he then mumbled with a little smile. "Which was probably kinda gross but really sweet."
Mak snickered softly at Hunter’s tone, because of course he’d been worried about how he looked, he was Hunter. It was very sweet that Sebastian hadn’t cared, so that was even more points in his favor on Mak’s mental checklist. He was passing boyfriend tests all over the place. Now if he could just find the courage to come out. “Aw,” she cooed, grinning a bit. Mak wondered if Sabrina would’ve still kissed her too, and she thought she probably would. “That’s totally gross-sweet, in like, five different ways. I’m glad he came over to keep you company.”
"Me too," Hunter said softly though he really felt like they were going about it all backwards. You weren't supposed to be gross and blubbery in front of your boyfriend until after you had sex, but Hunter supposed there really were no rules here to follow. He had just imagined it all differently and even if they were breaking rules, everything to do with Sebastian was way better than anything he'd imagined. "We should all hang out sometime," he said then, smiling a little. "You, me, Sabrina and Sebastian, like a practice run for when we move in together with our future spouses."
There were rules, and then there were extreme circumstances where the rules went out the window, and Mak was pretty sure this situation fell into the latter category. Sebastian had turned up when Hunter needed someone -- even if he’d thought he was going on a date at the time -- and he hadn’t run away from Hunter being emotional. That counted for a lot. “Yeah we should,” she agreed with a soft smile of her own. Mak wasn’t sure if they could all go out in public together like that, seeing as how Sebastian was still in the closet and hanging out with three super-queer kids was kind of a neon sign, but they could all go to somebody’s house and chill. Thinking about it made Mak wish Sabrina was there in bed with her. She needed some of that comfort too. “We’ll do it really soon. We need to celebrate this bullshit being over.”
"This week," Hunter decided for them and despite all the crying, talking to her was making him feel a lot better. "At least karaoke this week, for celebration." He didn't really feel like celebrating but that was now. A few days from now he might feel up to it, especially if it was true that the demon was really gone. If that wasn't cause for a celebration, nothing was. "When are you coming over tomorrow?" he asked then. She'd text him before she left but he wanted to be up and ready by that time.
Mak knew they would probably play it by ear anyway, if anybody had reason to cancel plans, it was them, but she hoped they didn’t have to. She wanted to spend time with her friends and feel better, that was pretty much all she wanted. “Um, maybe around like, lunchtime? I’m not sure how long I’ll sleep, my body clock is totally off. I’ll text you before I come though, to make sure you’re up too.” Noon was a reasonable time, wasn’t it? Even for traumatized teenagers? Hell, maybe they could just cuddle up and nap together. That sounded nice, even right then.
"If you wanna come by earlier that's okay too," Hunter said. "I'll probably wake up before nine even if I don't go to school. We can just curl up on the couch and watch some comedies or something." He definitely wanted her to come by as soon as possible because he was still nervous about their friendship - even if this phone call had done a great deal to calm his nerves. He still needed to see her in person, assess the damage done to their relationship - and to her.
“Sounds perfect,” Mak murmured with a tiny smile. “We’ll see when I wake up.” She never really struggled to get up for school, but she also usually didn’t feel like she couldn’t get enough sleep to satisfy her body. Hopefully that would pass. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Think I’m gonna doze off again for a while.” Mak gave a little stretch, the drowsiness settling deeper into her. “I love you, bitch.”
"I love you too," Hunter said with a little smile though he couldn't bring himself to even jokingly say bitch right now. What if the demon had said that? Or something worse? He hated not knowing and he had a feeling they'd have to sit face to face and carefully go over everything to make things right. "Sleep well and have nice dreams for a change, okay?"
Mak was pretty sure that nothing would make her stop calling Hunter a bitch. She meant it in such a loving way, and it had become such a part of their vocabulary, it would be a hard habit to drop anyway. “You too,” she told him warmly. Mak felt better about everything, even if she was still exhausted and drained. She was already looking forward to the healing that would surely come with spending good time with Hunter. “And don’t fret, okay? It’s all gonna get better from here.”
"Okay," Hunter said quietly and he believed her because he needed to believe her, there was no other option for him right now. Things would go back to normal, this had just been a horrible experience they'd grow from and they'd never again touch anything supernatural and weird. "You can call me anytime, or text me, or snapchat me," he added. "I miss you." It might be a stupid thing to say, they hadn't been apart that long, but after what had happened every hour felt like forever.
“Same to you, always,” Mak assured him. She knew she might not respond right away, if she started feeling horrible about everything again, but Mak hoped that wouldn’t happen. She just wanted it settled and behind them now. “I miss you too. See you tomorrow, Hunter. Bye for now.”
"Bye," he said softly even if he wasn't terribly eager to end the call. He hesitated only a second before taking a picture of himself, fulling intending on sending her a cute kissy face with 'I love you bitch' on it but the picture was awful since he still looked like shit. So maybe not. He sent her a kissy face bitmoji instead, those always looked nice so it just felt safer.