rory evans, 19. i hail from clear creek but i've somehow found my way into grand county. i'm trying to find a balance between feeling everything and nothing at all.
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It’s not information that is shared. As far as anyone is concerned, we both have no one like that.
Well that’s a downer, isn’t it? Maybe you’re right. Maybe we aren’t so different after all.
I’ll find out, don’t worry. I have my ways.
Who says that person has to be female?
Ah, that’s cool too, man, no judgment. So who is he? Come on, you can tell me. I’ve got no one to tell.
Look, me and you aren’t so different. We’re both going sober for the same reasons.
Oh? So you got somebody, too? Good for you, man! And who is she?
Enjoy the quiet while you can. You’re getting that same crazed look in your eyes I get.
Told ya, man, I’m not into that stuff anymore. Although it would be a good way to kill some time, not gonna lie.
I know you don’t like me much, but I gotta ask: how you doing on the sober train?
There was a twitch to his grin, and he licked his lips. “Still,” he paused with a considerate pout and a nod, “thanks. That was pretty brave of you.” The movement of his fist ceased, but he still kept a hold of Rory’s hand. “You must be proud of what you did. I heard you also spent the night with Vivienne.”
At this his grin disappeared, mouth curled down in a sneer, his gaze intense. Levi pulled Rory’s hand forward so that his body jerked along, and held him at eye contact as he hunched down. “Listen, you little shit. I don’t know what you even pulled off with Vivienne last night but it’s going to be the last you’ll ever try to do. You better watch your back unless you want to feel my fist come in contact with your jaw.” He then pushed him back with controlled force, only so that he’d stagger back into the entrance of his house. Perhaps he wasn’t going to just shrug any further.
Rory smiled nervously at Levi, acknowledging the thanks. But then he mentioned Vivienne, and Rory finally understood why Levi was here. Rory’s smile fell from his face, he could almost feel it sliding down all the way to the floor and he wished he could disappear with it. Rory shook his head as Levi pulled him down, but he didn’t break eye contact with him. Then Levi pushed him.
He staggered back into his apartment, raising his palms. “No, no, no, it’s not even like that, I swear,” Rory explained frantically. “I didn’t—we didn’t do anything! We crashed on the same bed, that’s all. And…we held hands.” He swallowed and looked at Levi, who had pushed his way over the threshold. “I would never do something to someone who wasn’t in their right mind. You have to believe me,” he pleaded. Somehow he didn’t think Levi would take his word for it.
God, I need something to do. I’m going crazy here.
He looked at him in a way that managed to piss Levi off, although his scowl may have or may have not shown it already. He pushed his fists into his pockets, looking to the side as he let out a breath, eyebrows raised. When he looked back at Rory, he a fake smile plastered onto his face. “Hey,” he said and grinned. “Rory, I take it?” he stated, and reached out his hand for him to shake.
“Name’s Levi. I’m Roger’s owner?” when he took his hand he gripped it firm and tight in his own. Despite the firm grip he acted as if he wasn’t doing it on purpose, although the sight of this man up close just added fuel to his fire.
Rory was confused briefly when the man spoke his name. He didn’t think he’d ever seen him before. “Yeah, I’m Rory,” he said, accepting the handshake. “How’d you—”
But as the man introduced himself as Levi, everything became clear. Levi, Vivienne’s roommate. Rory smiled and shook his hand. “So you’re Levi,” he said. “Yeah, about that whole thing, man, don’t mention it. I was glad to help get Roger back,” he said with a relaxed shrug. “No need to thank me.”
He had jumped the gate of Grand County that morning. Having friends at the market came in handy when they always told you about the unguarded spots and the bushes that served great hiding places. He was walking down a perfectly cemented sidewalk, surrounded by intricately designed brass lamp posts every ten or so feet.
Fancy area, pleasing view, not to mention sanitary- Levi wished it was like this in Clear Creek. Not so crowded either, as he was the only one walking in that long stretch for another mile. Even as he glanced at his surroundings, his purpose for being there stuck in his mind. He lifted his hand up to look at the note once more.
785 N Callahan.
He looked up at the signs right in front of him. N/S Callahan. There was a big building not too far either, and it read Cordell Academy. Huh, so that’s what it looked like. He kept a look out for the house numbers until he found himself glancing up at an apartment building. Levi walked up the flights of stairs, and he felt a slight sting to his legs when he reached the door number. He knocked firmly on the door, ignoring the doorbell right beside it. Large, crisp sounds that seemed to echo in the silence of Grand County.
Rory was sleeping when he heard the knock echoing through his apartment. He started awake, completely tangled in his bedsheets, hair standing straight up. Who could be knocking on his door right now? Did anyone even know his address? Oh, that’s right, Vivienne, Rory thought. He’d written his address on the paper at her house. He wondered if she’d come to pay him a visit. He hoped she was feeling better, and that she’d been able to explain everything to her roommate.
Rory got out of bed and ran his fingers through his hair, frantically trying to smooth it down. He hopped his way into a pair of pants on the way to the door, zipping up just before swinging the door open.
“Vivi—” he began before he realized that it was definitely not Vivienne on his doorstep. In fact, he’d never even seen this person before, but underneath his mop of curly hair Rory thought he saw a scowl.
“Uh…hi?” Rory said tentatively, wondering what this stranger was doing here.
