SNAKES ARE BITING AT MY HEELS [ROCCO]

[Joshua Michael Cazalet]

"DRINK TO ESCAPE OUR MINDS"

Being in Forks for little over two months was starting to take its toll on the twenty five year old. Cabin fever was starting to set in and he was starting to get bored. He had never really experienced small town life; even when he was subjected to living in one place it had been New York city; a place where you could walk for five minutes and experience a complete different way of life. Here in Forks, you walked for five minutes and you bumped into your neighbours grandparents or more green mountains. Josh was all about experiencing different things in the world… even dull ones like this… but he’d experienced it now, and he was ready to move on. But of course Sammy and Evie weren’t thrilled at their brother leaving again after he promised to stick around for at least a while.

Josh stood in the shower letting the hot water cascade over him, washing away the stench of Mexican food that lingered on his skin. Today he’d worked the afternoon shift, and boy it had been busy. Who knew the people in this sleepy town loved Mexican food so much. He stayed in there until the ding of the arrival of a text message caught his attention. It was eight fifteen on a Saturday night and currently he had no plans… well that was until he opened the text. ”Yo, house party tonight. Going with some friends if you wanna tag along? x” It was from, Sammy; one of the only people who he’d actually knew in Forks at the moment. Sure he’d met Emily down at La Push, but hanging out with a seventeen year old girl on a Saturday night was a little weird, even for Josh. Sammy was apparently trying everything to try and show Josh that Forks wasn’t that dull.

Grabbing a towel off of the pile on the counter top, Josh draped it around his waist and made his way into his kitchen in search for something to eat in his very under-stocked fridge. Eventually, he settled on a day old carton of Chinese Food. Josh tapped out a reply to Sammy as he shoved cold noodles into his mouth. ”Sure. I’ll swing buy and pick you guys up in thirty. J Hitting send, resumed eating his cold food. A party was something that Josh could get on board with. A party was universal for “good time”, wasn’t it? even in a tiny sleepy town like Forks. What was the worst that could happen? Once he’d finished with the noodles, he tossed the carton into the trashed and went to dress.

Twenty minutes later he was parked up outside his sister’s place, honking his horn. He’d settled on a denim style shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a pair of black jeans and his trusty black and white converses. He didn’t really care about fashion and his appearance; he was too lazy for that crap - as the stubble on his indicated as he couldn’t be bothered to shave. But Josh was one of those annoying people who could wear anything and still look cool. When his sister and her friends emerged from the house, Josh had to bite his tongue and not comment on the clothes or lack of that she was wearing. He couldn’t help it; he was protective of her and Evie. But he knew that berating her in front of her friends wasn’t a cool big brother thing to do; she was young and having fun. At least he was there tonight to make sure that no guys got too feely with her. With a nod of his head, he greeted the group as they climbed into his Toyota, and then they were off.

Sammy gave him the address and Josh made quick work of the short drive. That’s what happens when you drive at 30 over the limit. The street outside was already packed with cars and hoards of people, chatting and laughing. It took him awhile, but eventually he bounced the car into a space right next to the house. The girls immediately dispersed into the crowd and started their mingling; Josh being the regular party goer round to his trunk and pulled out a few cases of beer. It was rude to show up to a strangers party without at least a token of thanks. The music that was on pulsed through Josh was he made his way into the house and towards the direction that he assumed was the kitchen. He needed some alcohol in his system. Placing the beers on the worktop, Josh removed one and hit the lid against the counter top; sending the lid skidding across it. Leaning against the surface, Josh took a swig of his beer and glanced around enjoying the feel of alcohol rushing through him and the beat of the music surrounding him. 

i hope this is ok<3
o u t f i t | Rocco Marino
MADE BY ★MEULK OF THQ

[Rocco Marino]

Blue skies, a rolling ocean giving off a tranquil lullaby, and seagulls calling overhead. The gentle breeze running through brown strands of voluminous hair. All of these feelings and sensations came back to Rocco in a overwhelming wave of reminiscence of his home country as he thumbed through an old photo album. Back when his parents actually cared enough to document their growth and success of their children, the family was always posing for a picture. Now, Rocco saw it as nothing more than a facade. A way to boast about all their children when people came over but behind closed doors, they were apathetic. Uninterested and inattentive. The two only cared about being the picture perfect family on the outside. They held the odd ideology that if they were the epitome of the "perfect" family, then that would rake in all the customers for their general store. It was all bullshit. Sure, he believed their counterfeit smiles and the warmth pretended in their eyes when he was younger, but Rocco wouldn't stay a fool for long. Once he started acting out, they didn't waste any time in shipping off. The night he boarded the plane with his one-way ticket, he could have sworn he saw the two grin before embracing. Assholes.

"Good.." he murmured under his breath. It was hot and reeked of alcohol. The party didn't start for another thirty minutes, but crushed cans were strewn about his bed. In a few moments time, his friend would be here to begin setting things up for the party. Groaning, he slammed the book shut. Tonight, he planned to watch it burn. One by one he'd take the old Polaroids and allow it to be swallowed whole by the searing flames. To watch the wrinkled faces and manufactured smiles on his parent's faces disintegrate into ash. His parties typically had a huge bonfire going in the spacious backyard of his uncle's house. The place was giant, the exterior design emulating a home from the Victorian era. It looked like a sore thumb in the town of Forks. It was just like his flashy, materialistic uncle to invest in such a home. It was just him before Rocco arrived, yet the place had eight bedrooms upstairs and a grand staircase leading down to the entryway. Chandeliers were placed excessively throughout the place to showcase his wealth. One of them used to hang low in the dining room area, however, it lay in pieces in the basement when Rocco went a little too wild at the previous house party he had. Perhaps a little too much alcohol had been ingested that night, but the Italian was dead set on stripping down to his boxers and trying to swing around on the chandelier while atrociously belting out Sia's song "Chandelier." It'd probably earn him a lecture the next time his uncle was back in town, but it earned him quite a few laughs from the kid's around him and in the moment, it was all that mattered. Rocco even starred in the limelight for a couple months once the video hit the Internet and went viral.

A thunderous knock at the front door was his cue to make his way downstairs. The teenager ran out of his room and slid down the stairs by hitching a ride on the railing. Before even being able to properly answer the door, a stream of excited teenage boys rushed past, a group of ten flooding the entryway. A small, mousy boy stood in the middle. His rusty colored curls a complete mess. In the most authoritative voice he could muster, he began to bark out orders and the other boys quickly went to work setting up music, getting the fire going in back, laying out some snacks, and carrying in the keg. The kid's name was Frasier. Like Rocco, he was not native to Forks, let alone the United States. No. His family originated from Germany. Unlike Rocco, however, he was a social outcast. Awkward and allowed his thick accent to deter him from attempting to make any contact with his peers. Normally, Rocco would join his classmates in picking on the kid. Anything to blend into the vicious crowd that was high school students. But he saw too much of his little brother in Frasier. So, he stood up for the kid and vowed to help him up the teenage food chain.

Within fifteen minutes, the roaring bass emitting from his speakers had attracted many party-goers. The house was full and kids were quickly succumbing to the effects of alcohol. Rocco himself was starting to feel a little buzz coursing through his veins, making him ten times more chatty. In the dining room, a handful of people were devouring most of the snacks and refreshments. Couples in the entryway who were getting tired of standing and making out made their way clumsily upstairs looking for someplace more private to latch onto each others faces. Luckily, he was smart enough to lock his room before anyone could find their way onto his bed. Roaming through the house with a red solo cup in hand, he checked in with clique after clique, making sure to chat people up before buttering up the next group. Eventually, he found his way to the kitchen. It wasn't as populated as the rest of the house, but there were a few people scattered about, perhaps looking for a more quiet place to converse. Stumbling to the counter, Rocco downed his drink and reached for a case of beer that sat on his counter top while tossing his red cup across the floor.

Looking over with lazy eyes, Rocco finally took note of the older man leaning up against the counter. Pointing at him, he frowned, "Are you lost?" he jested, a toothy grin quickly replacing his frown. Standing a little straighter, he continued in a slur, his Italian accent prominent, "The nursing home is that way old-timer." Rocco nodded in the general direction he assumed Forks' nursing home was located. Not knowing if there even was one in the town.

Notes: Sorry omg, I had to finish this up in a huge rush to get to work so I hope it's alright, I also didn't have time to proofread so.. hopefully nothing too atrocious in here XD | Tag: Joshua Michael Cazalet