Ignoring everything you're saying just to say that Varsity Blues is not a good sports movie, or a good movie. All it has is James Van Der Beek and Tara Reid, but I like my women smart and James Van Der Beek older. He aged well. Better than the Dawson's Creek years.
Now that I've said that, I'm going to catch up. Being here is fucked up, and how you treated Alex, and how his father treated him, and how you two treated each other, it's all fucked up. All of it. Maybe it's easier when you leave everything you know behind. All you have is you and everything else. In London, I was Jackson Whittemore, guy from California. Not Jackson Whittemore, perfectionist or Jackson Whittemore, unwilling murderer. Just, Jackson Whittemore. In Beacon Hills I wore my last name with pride. In London, it mattered to me less.
What I hate about being here is being uprooted from a life I made myself against my will. That guard I dropped is up again. And not just because of the charms. Because, for the first time in two years, I'm unsure again.
Some footnotes. I thought I was the only one who could effectively eye roll through text. It's always the soulful, nice ones who seem to get the girl, but I didn't make an effort to get any girl. Or, guy for that matter for a long time. And I know about loving the smartest girl in school, probably in California. She's one of my best friends.
I hope you appreciate all these texts, I don't send shit like this. But, you sound like you need to read it. So. Read it. But don't weep, I don't know if these devices are waterproof.
[ It may be the dumbest thing in the world, but Kyle is having more fun than he should be with the movie talk, imagining the look on Jackson's face with each movie he throws out.]
So assuming we're not including The Waterboy. What about Any Given Sunday? Can't argue Van Der Beek.
[ Don't trust the B James, definitely. ]
We both changed our lives, and that was our choice. This is having that ripped away and pushed into rolls we might not want. Not the same thing as leaving behind the golden child of a town for the man we want to be. Just like it was easier just being me here before I had a reason to remember the asshole I was.
[And maybe he shouldn't just forget like that, but he'd also like to hope they can get to a point where Alex isn't just punching Kyle when he sees him unless a charm is involved. God, he'd really like to stop being hit by Alex Manes.
Or end up in bed with him and another because of the charms. For Kyle that introduction to this place has been harder than he might have thought. It makes him question what's him, and what he's becoming. The only time he doesn't is when he's with Jackson. Then it just feels natural.]
Though here's my closest to weepy you're going to get even with opening up, and thank you for that. I appreciate it. I'm glad I've got someone here I can have these talks with, and mock mercilessly for his dead wolf coat, and get through this with.
I was always thankful growing up to be one state to the west of Texas when I saw that movie.
Damien? Really?
It snows here? I think I'm going to try and lure you out in the moonlight in that coat and a pair of jeans for another photoshoot. Since you have the camera and all.
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Now that I've said that, I'm going to catch up. Being here is fucked up, and how you treated Alex, and how his father treated him, and how you two treated each other, it's all fucked up. All of it. Maybe it's easier when you leave everything you know behind. All you have is you and everything else. In London, I was Jackson Whittemore, guy from California. Not Jackson Whittemore, perfectionist or Jackson Whittemore, unwilling murderer. Just, Jackson Whittemore. In Beacon Hills I wore my last name with pride. In London, it mattered to me less.
What I hate about being here is being uprooted from a life I made myself against my will. That guard I dropped is up again. And not just because of the charms. Because, for the first time in two years, I'm unsure again.
Some footnotes. I thought I was the only one who could effectively eye roll through text. It's always the soulful, nice ones who seem to get the girl, but I didn't make an effort to get any girl. Or, guy for that matter for a long time. And I know about loving the smartest girl in school, probably in California. She's one of my best friends.
I hope you appreciate all these texts, I don't send shit like this. But, you sound like you need to read it. So. Read it. But don't weep, I don't know if these devices are waterproof.
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So assuming we're not including The Waterboy. What about Any Given Sunday? Can't argue Van Der Beek.
[ Don't trust the B James, definitely. ]
We both changed our lives, and that was our choice. This is having that ripped away and pushed into rolls we might not want. Not the same thing as leaving behind the golden child of a town for the man we want to be. Just like it was easier just being me here before I had a reason to remember the asshole I was.
[And maybe he shouldn't just forget like that, but he'd also like to hope they can get to a point where Alex isn't just punching Kyle when he sees him unless a charm is involved. God, he'd really like to stop being hit by Alex Manes.
Or end up in bed with him and another because of the charms. For Kyle that introduction to this place has been harder than he might have thought. It makes him question what's him, and what he's becoming. The only time he doesn't is when he's with Jackson. Then it just feels natural.]
Though here's my closest to weepy you're going to get even with opening up, and thank you for that. I appreciate it. I'm glad I've got someone here I can have these talks with, and mock mercilessly for his dead wolf coat, and get through this with.
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( Even the series. It's not his cup of freaking tea but Ethan convinced him to watch. Ethan was right. Ethan's usually right. )
I was never the golden child. I was the kid from The Omen.
That is NOT my coat.
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Damien? Really?
It snows here? I think I'm going to try and lure you out in the moonlight in that coat and a pair of jeans for another photoshoot. Since you have the camera and all.
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I had a lot of issues to work through. I didn't always have healthy coping mechanisms. Or tact.
I will gladly give you back the camera. Or better yet, smash it.
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Wait, you have tact? Can't wait to see that. Promise to be suitably impressed.
[ Despite the fact he's catching on that he's seeing sides of Jackson that others aren't, he can't help but to give him shit. ]
Ruining all my fun. So sad.
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Keep being a bitch. See where it gets you.
The saddest.