GabzJones

When Dwight first came to Dalton Academy, Ethan and Evan had planned on giving him the same welcome they gave every new student. They had it set up so that as Dwight made his way up the steps of Windsor, Evan would be there waiting for him. Ethan would then follow from behind. Dwight had his duffle bag hanging over his shoulder as he took each step, groaning at the heaviness of it. "Need a hand?" Evan smiled innocently. Dwight jumped, staring at Evan, his hand moving towards his holy water sprayer. He stared wide eyed at the blonde boy, unsure of his intentions and unsure of what to say. "I said, do you need a hand?" Evan raised an eyebrow

The dense forest went on for miles. Dwight sat on a log, going through his bag and picking at the salad he'd packed before he left. It had long since gone dark but his mother wouldn't ask questions when he finally got around to coming home. She never did. Not since Alan. He swallowed the lump in his throat, picking at the salad a moment more before putting it back in his bag, losing his appetite. It was getting late. He knew he should've started turning back a long time ago, but he just couldn't bring himself to move from the spot. He didn't want to be back at home. It held too much nostalgia, too many memories he'd never get back. The fore

Dwight woke in the middle of the night. He looked over at the sleeping boy next to him and smiled. He was so innocent like this. He brushed his hand over Ethan's cheek, smiling to himself. His eyelashes looked so long resting against his cheek like that. His lips were parted just a little bit, taking soft breaths.  Dwight brushed his lips over Ethan's, sighing softly into his lips. Ethan's hair was mussed, bits falling in his eyes. He looked so calm, like nothing could hurt him. "Ethan…" Dwight whispered quietly, blowing gently on the sleeping boys neck. Ethan frowned, mumbling under his breath, swatting at Dwight and giggling. Dwight

There was a bang out in the hall. Dwight jumped at the sound, grabbing his salt, crossbow and arming himself with his spray bottle. He ran out of his room, following the sound. Dwight looked around the empty hall warily, holding his crossbow out shakily. It was eerily quiet in the halls and the lights were all out. Windsor was never this quiet. Something was definitely wrong. He took tentative steps into the hall, into the darkness. His hands were shaking and he jumped as he heard another loud thump. He moved slowly towards the sound, "H-Hello? Is…is anyone there?" He was met with complete silence. Slowly he turned the corner and saw i

When Dwight was 6 years old he became a big brother. He had no idea what being a big brother was all about. He had to figure that out from TV shows and books. From what he could see, being a big brother meant that you had to fight with your little brother. You had to yell at him and make sure he knew his place. Dwight didn't like the sound of that. He wasn't the sort of kid to do something like that. He kept looking and found a part of being a big brother that he rather liked. Big brothers were supposed to protect their little brothers from the bad in the world. They were supposed to be there for them when they cried and stand up for them. I

Thad's eyes were clenched shut. Jeff was a snorer. It didn't always sound as loud as it did that night but when it did, Thad was sure he'd grab his pillow and smother Jeff to death. He groaned and turned to face Jeff. Jeff was across the room in his own bed, his arm draped over his eyes and his mouth open. Thad glared at the other warbler. "You know, I didn't have to be your roommate? I could go somewhere else. I think Blaine has a free space." Jeff snorted loudly, turning over, his back to Thad and mumbling in his sleep. "You only like me because I get you breakfast." Thad sighed, grabbing his pillow and covering his face with it, trying

It was going to be a good day, he could feel it. He didn't have any tests, he'd finished his assignments and he'd just had this really great dream about that one guitar he's been eyeing at the store. Jeff smiled as he ran a hand through his hair, stretching in his nice, warm Dalton Academy bunk. For some reason, even the bed felt softer today. The smile was well and truly plastered on his face at this point. It was one of those perfect mornings, everything felt entirely right. Reluctantly, Jeff left the warm cocoon of the bed sheets and made his way to the bathroom. His roommate had already left to get breakfast like he always did. Something

Her skin is beautiful. Pale and smooth, a porcelain skin so perfect. Her eyes of piercing hazel command your attention, so easy to lose yourself in. Something shimmering in those eyes. She is happiness, she is light, she is the very thing we all want so badly to be and yet there is something more. She is unsure of who she is, who she wants to be and where she's going. She is heartache and pain with a hint of uncertainty. Her soft pink lips curve to make the most alluring smile, a smile that tells you everything will be okay when the world is ending and dammit, you believe her. Her ginger hair flows long, past her shoulders in elegant waves,