IF I SHOULD STUMBLE
TAG // liam + melli character NOTES // running, running, running
Okay, to be less vague; Liam loved being able to smoke weed in public. He, of course as any man with trouble walking, hated snow. Which was a problem because Colorado was absolutely known for it's snow and it's blizzards. He also hated the changes in elevation that the campus seemed to take. It was as if it were jealous of the Flat Iron mountains near Denver. This was also a problem because Colorado was known for it's mountain ranges and elevation changes.
But - Liam loved his weed.
He wasn't the type that smoked out in the open, packing his bowl under a tree in a park. No, that still didn't feel entirely comfortable for him at all. He was still aware that it would attract uneasy stares from a majority of students and teachers if he were to do that, no matter how pot friendly they claimed to be. No, he was the type that would tuck himself away in the farside of the bleachers on a day where the field was being used only by a handful of students wanting to get so exercise in. They paid him absolutely no mind up there as he toked away and dig his nose into the wrinkled pages of his handed down textbook and notes for hours at a time.
Sometimes he'd put everything down to text Scott, one of his closest friends and someone who enjoyed weed as much as if not more than he did. Other times he would just pack up his belongings, tuck his bag under his foot, and lean back against the fencing lining the stands behind him and take a nap. He had become such a staple in that little corner of the bleachers that people would actively make sure that it wasn't taken whenever he slowly made his way towards the field, red head shining like a beacon against the snowy ground and trees around him.
Today wasn't really any different. He was already pretty toasted, warm on both the inside and out thanks to a late birthday present from Blaise and also a jacket that his mother had shipped him after their last phone call (he had mentioned off hand that it was cold and two days later a huge box had shown up at his dorm to the disdain of his RA). Luckily, there had been quite a lag in his usual studies. It seemed like the holidays had treated his teachers kindly because they had come back from their short breaks with a refreshed mindset on the curriculum and in turn had taken a step back on assignments and homework. He knew that it put a few students on edge, the ones that felt like if they weren't actively learning and busting their ass on school work, they were wasting valuable time and money at a university. For Liam, it was more about the experience of school than the actual knowledge learned. He just enjoyed be a part of a small, functioning society that was the school campus. It was like a tiny petri dish with it's own little colonies. Students lived on campus, studied on campus, partied on campus, and most of them ended up working on campus. It was like a tiny world simulator, getting them ready for the rest of their lives much better than any grade school teacher or summer camp ever could. Liam would claim that the past three years had been his first real taste at living and that was more than enough for him to defend college with every breathe in his body.
His eyes were lazily attached to watching a group of freshman kick a ball around the field below, no doubt doing their best to train each other for the soccer tryouts happening in the spring. There was a certain interest he had in the way athletes were able to move so precisely - so smoothly - without falling on their face or bumping into every obstacle in a certain radius around them like he did. It had been a long time since he actually felt raw jealous for their graceful talents but it would be a lie if he claimed to never have days where he questioned his disability. His mind was so lost in the movements of the people below him that he wasn't aware at first of the person that had approached him, feet clanging against the metal of the bleachers beneath them.