Shoot, I thought too soon. Rigel huffed a breath, shooting her a glare as he got to the second site, only answer after he began digging, “You won’t want to hear the story.”
“I got time.”
“It’s a story that shouldn’t be dug up,” Rigel warned, thinking every word through. If she really wanted to know, he’d tell her a story. But he was sure she’d see a different side of him. Maybe then she’d finally leave. Rigel stood the shovel in the dirt, watching Aspen.
("A story that shouldn't be dug up" …pun intended?)
Shoot, I thought too soon. Rigel huffed a breath, shooting her a glare as he got to the second site, only answer after he began digging, “You won’t want to hear the story.”
“I got time.”
“It’s a story that shouldn’t be dug up,” Rigel warned, thinking every word through. If she really wanted to know, he’d tell her a story. But he was sure she’d see a different side of him. Maybe then she’d finally leave. Rigel stood the shovel in the dirt, watching Aspen.
“You’re not the only one with secrets Rigel.” She muttered to herself.
("A story that shouldn't be dug up" …pun intended?)
(heck yeah, Rigel just wants a good bad pun in his life every once and a while XD)
“Everyone has secrets,” Rigel simply replied, going back to digging. Maybe he could just steer the conversation away from all this…
(Okie dokie, you do you, boo)
She scoffed “not all of us have a clean past. Few of us have similar stories.”
“You’re just saying the same thing. I already know that Aspen, and I don’t feel like hearing your story,” The words were bitter, Rigel was bitter. But Rigel knew she didn’t have a past like his. She could have has a terrible past, sure, but it wasn’t Rigel’s past. And he didn’t want to hear about it, everyone already had enough problems. Rigel hit the body with his shovel. Another fresh one, Rigel has hit the head this time. He could make out long hair and a once pretty face from the rotting flesh. Rigel repeated the process of covering it back up.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m trying to be a friend Rigel. Wether you want one or not! You love to build walls and hide your feelings, but not around me. If you want to build a wall, go ask Trump.” She snapped
(O H N O S H E D I D I N T)
(cue evil laughter)
"Love you, too, kiddo," Belle called over her shoulder. She went back to making pancakes.
(soz bro, I'm in class rn, gimme a minute)
(Same though)
(soz bro, I'm in class rn, gimme a minute)
(Np. I'm just chillin as I wait to go to work.)
“I happened to have voted for him this past year, sorry I have a different opinion,” Rigel deadpanned, stomping over the grave then hiding the shovel again, “I’m not hiding feelings, Aspen. I’m hiding a story. My head’s too dark for you to dissect.” Rigel didn’t spare a second glance at her as he went to start his bike.
“W-What’s going on?” Meun asked nervously. “Why would the police arrest your father? Is there something you haven’t been telling me?”
August looked lost for a moment. "No, I-"
"Aw, you haven't told him about dear old dad?" Eleanor asked, smirking. "Which part would you like to know about, Meun? The murders or the things his broken son has done?"
"Eleanor, shut up," August ground out, crossing his arms.
Meun stayed quiet. He looked up at August, Golden eyes wide as he did so. What was this woman talking about?
(uugghh maaath classs)
“I happened to have voted for him this past year, sorry I have a different opinion,” Rigel deadpanned, stomping over the grave then hiding the shovel again, “I’m not hiding feelings, Aspen. I’m hiding a story. My head’s too dark for you to dissect.” Rigel didn’t spare a second glance at her as he went to start his bike.
“I’d rather you talk to me. I’d hate to dissect your head.” She smirked and jumped down, onto her bike
Rigel looked at her. His face was shaped into something feral as he said, “So you really want to hear the story. You really want me to tell you?” A strange, maniac glint appeared in his eye, “Fine, then Aspen.
“There was a girl. Her name was Kate. She was an innocent girl. Cute, even. I spotted Kate walking down the street one day. She had started dating a guy, I don’t bother to remember his name,” Rigel shrugged, but the maniac glint stayed in his eyes, “Let’s just say I was jealous. I went to Alfonzo, got a deal on a little something. Originally it was meant for the guy, just a strong poison. But when he was dying, throwing up his guts and choking, the girl cried. So I shot her,” Rigel forced a crazed grin, “So there it is, Aspen. Now you know how I killed two people in cold blood. If you want to hang around until I find the body and burn it, be my guest.” Rigel sneered, and sped away on his motorcycle down the road.
Aspen gaped at his retreating back. She sped up to catch up to him “you idiot! Why exactly would you hide that from your friends?!” She yelled over the sounds
(I’m thinking if having aspen’s bike flip over and land on her. She goes into a coma)
Rigel looked at her with a cold, icy stare, “Like I said, it’s too dark for you.” Rigel sped forward, letting the wind absorb him. Lies, lies, lies. But Rigel wouldn’t care what his friends thought of him, or if they even abandoned him, just as long as Kate wouldn’t be blamed. As long as they didn’t know what actually happened.
She laughed “you think you can g—“ her front tire hit a huge pothole and her bike flipped over. huh, should have worn a helmet she thought as she fell off the bike and hit a tree. Few seconds later, her bikes back tire landed on her leg.
Rigel heard the crash, shocking him out of his own head. His bike slid as he yanked it around. He saw Aspen laying there, on the ground. Dead, dead, dead, dead. It wasn’t Aspen laying there, they weren’t outside even. Rigel let his bike crash to the ground as he scrambled for her, tears appearing his eyes despite himself. Dead, dead, dead, dead. He grabbed her face, whispering, “Kate, Kate, it’s okay, you’re going to be fine,” Then the world snapped back once he realized it was Aspen. It was Aspen. His tears stopped. She was breathing. They were out near the road. It was Aspen. Rigel dropped her head to the ground on accident, which made him wince, but he scrambled to heave the bike off her. He tossed it off her, dropping his leather jacket to the ground to take off his shirt and use it as a brace or something.
(Is she still conscious or…?)