Which way should the wind go? If it could decide on it's own would it choose to kiss his skin every morning? Kendall loved one thing more than music and it was moments. Moments like this. When the sun hasn't risen yet but the silver blue of a new day is spreading so thinly between all that's out there. He rolls over in his sheets and notes how cold they are.
The window is open and he can see the trees that border the south end of the Baylor Beta house. His eyes opened just in time to see a young man slip away into their tight network of a forest. Who's running out this early? What's the rush? Why does this feel like a need to know basis?
With easy hands he lifts himself up and the cold of late autumn is blocked by the thin sweater he fell asleep in while working on a deeply important project. He loves the rain. He can stay up all night writing away furiously as long as the water pours down in vengeance. For unknown reasons he thinks about the limber caramel colored boy and hopes that he's wearing shoes suitable for the weather.
He also knows his friends would think very low of him for having sympathy on a monster. The Beta boys are beasts and everyone knows this. Lucy Stone, his roommate, is dead asleep with her guitar in hand and he can envision what she would say, "Our job is not to fix the broken. It's to paint the air with colors no ones ever seen."
Lucy's idea of color was a lot different than most people. She believes color is a spirit. An energy. Each one comes with it a feeling. They paint the sky and fracture light that the world may know of something more. Here, in this early hour, Kendall finds the soft pale silver blue and knows exactly what it feels like. It feels like cold sheets. Thick thighs beneath thin boxer shorts are hairy but not enough to keep out the chill. He thinks of the tightened muscles on the boy running away into the forest again and decides he needs his daily medication. Anything to forget the boy who wasn't staring at him all night. There's no way.
Kendall would be crazy to believe that sitting in his windowsill of the new house he and all his lifelong friends moved into, after deciding to attend the same school, some beautiful monster across the street would be focused on him. Two years ago he'd swore that college wasn't for him. Now he's thinking about the chaos in his decision and sparking a blunt to start the day. There's no way, deep drag, right? Hold it, absolutely insane Kendall, but he remembers. And release.
Heavy winds swirl through the air. A mile away lightning cracks. A storm is well on it's way. The skies open up and the droplets plummet like granades on a war zone in a young mans mind. This is Logan Mitchell, a student who's more than running late. He's a guy on the brink of madness. One moment he's fine cruising down the highway listening to star 102.1 and then suddenly a memory hits and he twitches. The words spew from his lips, "Kill yourself." Then he breaths, shakes it off, and responds, "SHUT UP! I will not! I matter. I'm a surgeon, or I will be once I get this degree."
"You don't deserve anything. You objectify people." He says adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
A growl and a scream.
Then his song comes on and a deep wild smile spreads across his face the way a scapel pulls flesh from flesh. His bones are bare.
I keep a record of the wreckage of my life.
I got a recognize a weapon in my mind.
You talk shit but I love it every time.
His little handa rolls along and out in the parking lot of a hotel James Diamond is cranking up his glittery purple van. The door swings open and standing there in his baggy hoodie of ocean blue he rolls down the windows before getting in. His AC unit blew and it's getting colder but he enjoys the freedom of the wind on his skin. He slides on in and cranks up the radio. A sour shrug as he learns that all that's on are a series of the most modern and popular. He enjoys it socially but alone he will listen to the musical stylings of Jaymes Young and Billie Eylish.
He's a modest fellow, this James. Beautiful tan skin, long helmet of brown locks, eyes of the charismatic chocolate drops. He enjoys the feeling of a new day and wakes up every morning with a smile on his face. He's an actor. What ever the part calls for he's prepared. He knows struggle. He knows pain. He's played every game. He travels and finds pay doing all sorts of things. Serving, baking, entertainment in tourist towns like the one nearby. He just came from there actually, received a scholarship by a professor who came into the shop he was working in. Heard his voice, listened to an original monologue, and studied this quiet fellow without being noticed for quite some time.
This unnerved James but when he heard who the professor was, Dr. Alex Long, he became very excited. He's read all six of this mans books. Each one a more thrilling and daring story about mysticism, a battle of powers, and adventure but the most thrilling aspect of all is the common thread. The leads just so happen to be homosexuals and their love was not the main point of the story. Deciding to dive in head first James could not say no when he was asked and the moment the letter came in the mail he signed it and sent it back.
Dr. Long has a special project this year and he's going to be a part of it.
James is pulled from his thoughts by the sight of a young girl wandering the road in tattered clothing with bruises and blood trailing down her leg. He rolls up beside her, rolls down the window, and yells out through the rain, "Hey! Would you like me to call for help?"
She slowly turned to look at him and felt an ease at the sight of such an eccentric fellow. Instead of responding she just popped the latch and crawled into the passenger seat. Just take me to the schools infirmy. I'm about to pass out dude, when that happens you tell them my names is Jo Taylor." She leaned over the wall of the door to allow the wind to breath for her and sank into sleep instantly.
Holy fuck dude, "Yeah sure. Okay."
His eyes widen and up ahead he sees a honda broken down on the side of the road. A young man standing out in the rain in a button up and some khakis. Without thinking twice James slowed down and parked behind him, "You need a jump? We got to be quick. This girls bleeding out in my seat!"
'That's so masogynistic.' Thinks Logan but he sees the girl is slumped over and realizes that it's not a reference to minstration but this girl is in fact dying. So what's he going to do?