STOP YOUR KILLING ME EE3

STOP YOUR KILLING ME EE3

imagine parents crowding around iroquois high school, waiting and praying to see their children run out.

in the middle of the horde of people stood the kriegman and gabriel parents. they ran from work, hopping in their cars and going at least 20 over the speed limit. they’re standing together, arm in arm, knowing that their boys will run out together.

suddenly, a student runs out, yelling that it’s andre and cal. she’d had a class with them and recognized them straight away. cal and andre’s parent’s hearts drop. people around them start staring.

a policeman comes through the crowd to get the kriegmans and gabriels. multiple people had stated that their children were the shooters, not just that one girl.

mrs. gabriel falls to the ground and mr. kriegman goes completely silent. there’s something in the air, a sick and stale cloud that has overtaken the entire world. cal and andre’s parents think they could vomit and hope that the world will swallow them up.

they repeat over and over again that there’s no way it could be their kids, absolutely no way. somewhere deep inside them, though, they know cal and andre are behind the shooting.

UR ART IS SO CUTE BESTIE (aaaaaaaaaaaaa sorry for not being online the time zones are just strange)

Rainbow Calvin

Same anon here. Art looks like youtube kids content farm

bro leave me alone

I ship

i need a partner Please. Im short and beautiful and have brown hair And I smell like vanilla and coconut and Have mental illnesses beyond your Wildest dreams

AAAAAAAAAA JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN ♥️

sharing my elephant headcanon. there has to be a reason why alex let that dorky blonde mf go. now consider this: alex x john. do you see the vision...

OHH MY GOD I DO I DO SEE THE VISION AND EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD

thinking about how caldre have dogtags.

cal would pull andre in to kiss him, wrapping a finger or two around the cold metal and tugging forward. when he kisses down andre’s neck and chest, the silver would brush against his cheek and send shivers down his spine.

andre watches cal’s dogtags jingle in his face when the younger boy straddles his lap. he thinks the metal looks nice between cal’s pale skin and the dark bruises that decorate his body.

when they’re laying down, staring at the ceiling or staring at each other, they fiddle with the other’s necklace. they run their fingertips over their names and blood types. they memorize each other’s numbers. the chains get caught on each other sometimes, which makes the both of them laugh.