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love sprung from my
only hate"[/div][/div] [div class=icon2 style="right: 130px; top: 180px; background: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/672444402039390210/673565474252128296/tumblr_p4uq2vKtJH1ujzyrdo1_1280.png); background-size: cover; background-position: top center;"][div class=text]dante ballesteros. played by
sereiin sereiin [/div][/div][div class=icon2 style="right: 30px; top: 280px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/AcySr7H.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 85%;"][div class=text]renรฉe chesney. played by constellation constellation [/div][/div] [div class=circle style="bottom: 0; left: 325px;"][div class=names style="font-size: 25px;"]"please cancel my subscription to your issues"[/div][/div] [div class=icon2 style="left: 250px; bottom: 100px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/bmh2kfJ.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: 30% 50%;"][div class=text]ensley jacobs. played by
sereiin sereiin [/div][/div][div class=icon2 style="right: 250px; bottom: 100px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/NajClYL.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 60%;"][div class=text]myles andrews. played by yousmelldead yousmelldead [/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation. 'on the road' icon by yousmelldead.[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #c7d0d8; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #c7d0d8; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: black; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]
 
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[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 850px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/ikCtqRa.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 448px; height: 314px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 448px; height: 314px; left: 373px; top: 131px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 120px; height: 125px; font-size: 10px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 120px; height: 125px; left: 210px; top: 350px; [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Why did she agree to this? In what state of mind had she been in to agree with this? Was she even ready to see Will after all this time? Scratch that---was she ready to spend the next three months in the same general area as him?

"Babe, we're here."

The soft voice from beside her calmed her racing thoughts, Phoebe turning her gaze from outside of the taxi's window to stare at the man beside her. "Are you sure you are okay with this?", her voice came out as equally soft as his own did a moment ago but hers wasn't reassuring like his--no her's was filled with anxiety. A lot had happened in the last two years of Phoebe Martin's life. After the incident with Samantha and Will, she had moved back home with her parents and started a new life. The once quiet, insecure girl was confidence in herself and had managed to finish her degree in biology all while meeting her fiance, Jacob. The blonde haired man turned casually as he picked up Phoebe's right hand in his own, pressing a kiss to the top of it. "Of course. I trust you.", he grinned widely as the taxi came to it's final stop , "Besides, this will pay for our whole wedding."

Right. Their wedding was exactly two months after this three month adventure. Five months until she would marry Jake. Five months until she was no longer Phoebe Martin. "This is true, at least something good came from that asshole." Phoebe's lips curled up in a smile as she turned her head to look out the taxi window once more. She purposely had gotten to the small cafe an hour early. Even though she was confident in herself, she was still the same old Phoebe when it came to being on time. Honestly, her OCD was worse now than it had been two years ago.

Without any more hesitation, Phoebe got out of the car followed by Jake who was now grabbing her suitcase from the trunk of the taxi. She let out a breathe as she pushed some of her wavy brown hair away from her face. Her blue-green eyes gazed at the group of people sitting on the patio of the small cafe. The brunette's focus not leaving the army uniforms that the men wore, her right hand instinctively moving to her neck as her fingertips brushed her collar bone gently as if she could still feel the dog tag around her neck. "You okay? Do you want a drink?" Once again Jake's voice pulled the girl from her thoughts, blue eyes now moving up to his own equally blue ones. "No, I'm good. I don't want to be the first one on the road needing to stop to pee."

The van was on the curbside of the cafe, a few men who she assumed to be part of the show standing beside it. Phoebe crossed her arms over her chest as she stood there silently, her mouth becoming dry with every passing minute. In less than one hour she was going to be face to face with her first love.

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mood. anxious
location. outside a
small cafe in LA
outfit. here
mentions. will & jake
tags. constellation constellation

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[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 850px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/UWVIVxC.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 448px; height: 314px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 448px; height: 314px; left: 373px; top: 131px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 120px; height: 120px; font-size: 10px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 120px; height: 120px; left: 210px; top: 350px; [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] "Yes please, hold the foam."

Myles nodded his head at the barista, a wide toothy grin taking place on his face as she hurried away to make his latte. The brunette knew that the girl behind the counter was flustered and honestly he was soaking up every minute of it. Two years had done some good for the once awkwardly tall Myles Andrews. He was confident in himself and it showed. After finding the love of his life in bed with another man, well it changes a person. Myles was still sweet but this time he had a backbone, a thick one that said no often. However, when his friends decided to push him to do this whole road trip with your ex for fifty thousand dollars he couldn't refuse. Myles was going to get that prize money after the three months was up and he was going to make damn sure Ensley was crushed in the process.

The barista made her way back to the counter, her hands gripping the glass cup as if it was her lifeline. "Here you go sir! No foam!", she squeaked out quietly as she placed the espresso cup on top of the counter. "How much do I owe you?" Myles lifted his brown eyes until they reached the barista's, the playful smile not leaving his lips as he gently hooked his index finger around the handle of the cup. The girl let out a small laugh, waving her hand in the air as she shook her head rapidly. "This one is on the house!" Perfect because his wallet was somewhere in his luggage and he wasn't in the mood to have to find it.

With another smile, Myles lifted the cup from the counter and took a small sip from it while his gazed moved to the large windows in the front of the cafe. His plane had gotten to LA much earlier than expected so instead of wandering around he figured it was probably best to just stay where he was supposed to meet Ensley and the other ex-couples. Directions were not a strength for Myles and he didn't need to get lost in the middle of Los Angeles. He noticed a small brunette standing beside a blonde gentlemen, a suitcase held in his hands. There was no way that they were an ex couple, they were standing too close to each other. Myles took another sip of the latte before moving his gaze to the large clock on the wall.

"Thanks again!"

Myles smiled at the barista before quickly finishing off the latte, grabbing his suitcase off of the floor, and headed out the doors to the cafe. It was only a matter of time now before Ensley showed up and he was going to make sure he was the first to great the little demon herself.

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mood. surprisingly
calm
location. small cafe
in LA
outfit. here
mentions. ensley
tags. sereiin sereiin

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It was no lie that the girl had broken both of them those 730 or so days ago. One stupid decision fuelled solely by anger and hurt had ruined everything, to the point where Ens had quit college and returned to her hometown to live with her parents for a short while. She'd picked up a job as a barista at a local coffee shop, working nearly full time hours. At least, until she'd met him.

Walking towards the cafรฉ now had her thinking about how insane her life had become. Ensley never would have imagined herself here in LA, but it was very much a reality. Thanks to an unexpected call from Myles. Still, she couldn't have felt more out of place as she stared up at the shop's aesthetic sign hanging across its entrance. "Well, here goes nothing," the blonde muttered to herself nervously before stepping forward to approach the front door, her pastel purple suitcase in tow.

Yet before she could even reach for the handle, the glass door was opening on its own. Instinctively, Ensley jumped back a step to avoid running into anyone before she snapped her head up to see who it was exiting the cafรฉ. Of course, with her luck, it was none other than Myles himself.

"O-Oh... Um, Myles," she stuttered, feeling as if a lump had formed in her throat at the mere sight of him. "Hi..." Trailing off awkwardly, Ens took yet another step backwards, looking away from him almost immediately. Fuck, why had she agreed to this again?[/div][/div] [div class=mood][div class="moodhover hidden"]

mood: anxious as hell.
outfit: it's hot out.
location" some little cafe in LA.
mentions: myles.
tags: yousmelldead yousmelldead

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[class=dante] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 900px; height: 500px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/W9WsZ4q.png); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/675f668de0222149b26e101783a1bae0/tumblr_inline_ol4nwdbz6A1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 430px; font-size: 13px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 450px; height: 437px; left: 394px; top: 5px; [/class][class=mood] position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 246px; height: 140px; left: 112px; top: 302px; [/class][class=moodhover] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.6; width: 246px; height: 140px; background-size: 100%; border-radius: 5px; background-color: #fdfdfd; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; color: #000; [/class][class=hidden] display:none; [/class][script class=mood on=mouseenter] fadeIn 0500 moodhover [/script][script class=mood on=mouseleave] fadeOut 0500 moodhover [/script] [div class=dante] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Dante had always wanted to visit LA, so what better way to do it than starting here for a road trip that was going to hopefully make him $50,000? Of course, there was the bit about doing it with your ex, but the fine print didn't bother him. In fact, it only got him more hyped for the adventure he was being promised.

The years since he'd last seen Renee had flown by and yet, they'd also felt like four entire centuries instead of just four years. How that was possible, he didn't know, but now he was finally getting the chance to spend three months on the road with her. It was something he'd wanted to do back when they had been together, but her parents had effectively smashed those plans into ruins. And, well, they had wound up sending him to jail, too. What a blast that had been.

Despite the fact that he'd put it all behind him, Dante couldn't help still feeling underlying guilt and anger. He'd been on his best behaviour while in prison and had even gotten out a couple of months early as a reward. Yet none of it had seemed to matter to his ex-girlfriend's parents. His good behaviour, her turning eighteen, him trying repeatedly to contact her. None of it had done a single fucking thing to get them back together. As a result, they hadn't spoken in four long years.

Today would change all of that and to say Dante was nervous was an understatement. What would Renee look like now? How would she act when she saw him? Would they go back to how they'd been four years ago? It was already a known fact that they'd both changed, but he wondered just how much.

"Okay, man, you got this," Dante smirked to himself as he strode up the crowded sidewalk, dragging his silver suitcase along behind him. The seemingly normal chaos of LA might have been intimidating to most people, but he found it thrilling. There was just something about being thrown into a huge, crazy city that called to him like nothing else.

In a matter of two minutes, the young man laid eyes on the cafรฉ where he and the other ex-couples would meet. He didn't quite care for the others, though. He only had eyes for Renee. Hopefully the sight of her alone would still make his heart flip flop in his chest.

But just as he made it to the coffee shop, Dante realized the door was blocked by a young man and woman who seemed to be staring at each other. Raising a brow, he paused momentarily before growing impatient. They were in his damn way. "Hey, mind making love eyes at each other elsewhere? This man's got somewhere to be," he called to them with a shake of his head, as if he couldn't believe people were stupid enough to linger in doorways like this. Seriously, had they fried some of their brain cells in this sun? If they didn't hurry, he might not beat Renee to the cafรฉ after all.[/div][/div] [div class=mood][div class="moodhover hidden"]

mood: "how am i getting an adrenaline rush from this?"
outfit: it's hot out.
location" some little cafe in LA.
mentions: renee, ensley, myles.
tags: yousmelldead yousmelldead yousmelldead yousmelldead

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[div class=name]will jenkins.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=tag]MOOD.[/div] "who the hell are you?" [div class=tag]LOCATION.[/div] cafe in l.a. [div class=tag]OUTFIT.[/div] just arrived from the
airport
 [div class=tag]INTERACTIONS.[/div] phoebe martin [div class=tag]TAGS.[/div] smelly[/div]
[div class=post]Phoebe Martin. That name was one that Will would always remember for as long as his brain possibly could. He was sure that even when he was old, sporting white hair with flabs instead of abs, his grandchildren sat around him, that he would still remember her. Heโ€™d tell the tale of how he met his first love when he was young, but how he also managed to let her get away because of his stupid actions. A great lesson that heโ€™d learn and teach; never be afraid to say what you feel. If you feel like loving somebody, then say it. Untold stories hurt the most. The feeling hadnโ€™t sunken in when the fiery girl stormed out of his dorm room until months had passed andโ€ฆ he wasnโ€™t sure what he felt. Had he missed her? Yes, he did. Whilst heโ€™d managed to convince himself that he was okay, that Phoebe was just another passing girl in his life, things slowly came crashing down. It was the little things. He missed her at 4 AM when he'd wake up in the middle of the night, and she'd be there, sleeping peacefully in his clothes, her hair all over the place; and all he could think was โ€™I could get used to thisโ€™. He missed her in between grade recitations, class presentations, quizzes and finals, remember that he'd call once they ended and tell her how his soul went to hell because of how hard it was and the terror professors that accompanied them, but she would laugh at the other end and tell him that he did a great job; and all he could think was 'you're the best thing that's ever happened to me'. He missed her that day when she told him she loved him, but all he could think of was โ€™Iโ€™m sorry I let you go. Two years was a long time. They were also the two years Will had spent focusing his time, effort and working hard for his degree, which he was currently waiting to hear back on whether he had successfully aced it before he began his training as a private pilot. Phoebe may have not been the last girl that he had sleeping in his bed and whilst the number of guests had grown significantly smaller, she was the only one that left a mark. When his mother had approached him about the idea of going on a three-month road trip around the States to win money to help pay off their overwhelming medical bills, it was no surprise that he was interested. The only catch was that heโ€™d have to spend it with Phoebe Martin. A sane person would think that there was no way she would have ever agreed to this and it did take some time persuading her many times over the phone, Will had finally managed to get Phoebe to say yes. The excitement was unreal when his mother dropped him off at the airport and sent him off to L.A. with his suitcase and an โ€˜I love you, be good!โ€™. Of course, heโ€™d be good. Who did she think he was? Pulling up to the cafรฉ that theyโ€™d been instructed to turn up to, Will took once glance at his phone to double-check the name before confirming, he was definitely at the right spot. โ€Thanks dude, it was great chatting.โ€ He bid his goodbyes to the Uber driver (thank you Uber, otherwise Will would have never made it on timeโ€”) and exited the car with his suitcase. The place was crowded in which Will assumed that majority of the people had to be here for the show, or the cafรฉ was just an incredibly popular place. He wouldnโ€™t know. His squinted blue eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the one person he had actually been looking forward to seeing. And there she was. Dressed in black jeans, a blue button-up shirt and simple white trainers, Phoebe Martin had blossomed. She looked more beautiful than two years ago, and two years ago, he thought she was the prettiest girl he'd ever met, inside and outside. Will wasnโ€™t sure what to expect, especially because he no longer kept up with her over any form of social media, so, seeing her today was โ€“ who the fuck was that? The crowd suddenly faded out, a blonde-haired male stood next to her, AND conversing with her, suddenly coming into his view as he approached his past lover. He wanted to pause for a moment, just to think of what to say, but his feet ignored his brainโ€™s request and kept on moving. His thoughts on trying to figure out who he was had overridden absolutely everything. โ€Hey Pheebs,โ€ With his typical boyish grin plastered on his face and tendency to keep his shit together, Will finally stood in front of her. Everything felt the same way it did two years, she was still as short as ever but he loved it. โ€Howโ€™s it going? Long-time no see,โ€ Too long. I missed you. Out of instinct, Will almost, he almost reached out with his free arm to pull her into a hug, as they used to greet each other in the past, but in that second, he realised that things were different now. She wasnโ€™t the Phoebe Martin heโ€™d known, and nor was he the same Will Jenkins. So, instead, he brought his hand to replace the position of the white cap he wore on his head as if it was bothering him. But it wasnโ€™t. 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[div class=name]renรฉe chesney.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=tag]MOOD.[/div] "yup, still an ass." [div class=tag]LOCATION.[/div] cafe in l.a. [div class=tag]OUTFIT.[/div] i'm being
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[div class=post]Crazy. Renรฉe was crazy. What the hell was she doing travelling all the way to Los Angeles for a three-month road trip with her ex of all people? When Dante had first gotten into contact with her, she was so shocked that all she could do was shut the phone in his face. That was expected after four years of no contact. Of course, she had rung him back after for god knows what reason. Was it to hear his voice again? Most definitely. Her heart practically leapt out of her chest when she picked up the phone in the middle of a study session in the library with her friends, somewhat automatically expecting it to be somebody she knew on the other end. It wasnโ€™t until then that she realised how much of a hold he still had on her. But, she wouldnโ€™t let him know that and quickly made up a reason on the spot why the call ended so suddenly. The curiosity running through her body was dying to know why he was calling after so long. At seventeen, Renรฉe had never expected to fall in love so quickly, especially with her best friendโ€™s elder brother. Dante didnโ€™t even attend her high school at the time, their getting to know each other had been just a mere coincidence at Mateoโ€™s birthday party but something about his thrilling and adventurous view on life was what made her feel a pull towards him. The sneaking around had begun unexpectedly, and eventually, they were hanging out and doing things Renรฉe had never imagined herself doing. Like that one time, they randomly decided to egg and toilet roll one of her teacherโ€™s house for no reason whatsoever (yes, they were those assholes). All the fun and games ended shortly when her parents and Mateo discovered all the mischief they were up to and that they were secretly dating. Until today, she could still hear Mateo's words clear and sharp in her head โ€“ โ€™Just don't end up grinding coochies with my brother, or I'll literally never talk to you againโ€™. Thinking of it now, she deeply wished that she had listened to him because although she lost her boyfriend, she also lost her best friend. She had blamed herself countlessly for believing that Dante was the one, she was so naรฏve and confused. It seemed like the whole world was against them both, and when her parents decided to involve themselves, the time bomb that they were finally exploded. The harsh words that he spat at her replayed over and over in her head for months. Renรฉe could agree that her parents were incredibly strict, but she still loved them and her natural instinct was to defend them. But, if she had known that argument would be the last time sheโ€™d ever get to see Dante, ever get to hear his voice, touch him, and kiss him, then maybe things would have been different. Maybe, just maybe, she would have finally told him how much he truly meant to her. It only got worse with her parents once Dante left. Itโ€™s as if they were trying to teach her a lesson, or trying to punish her for living life as if it wasnโ€™t enough that Dante himself didnโ€™t even want to see her. Never in her eighteen years of life had she imagined her parents offering him cash money to stay away from her but knowing that he took it was what killed her heart. Slowly, over time, she found herself building a tough exterior. One that she promised would always be there to protect her from making the same mistake. Renรฉeโ€™s life was now just a video game to her parents, controlling each and every action that she did, and making sure that the outcome didnโ€™t result in big, capitalised letters that read โ€˜GAME OVERโ€™ in red. Even after she'd received her acceptance letter to Kent State University in Ohio to further pursue her dreams, there was no way her parents would let her go off to a completely different state. Since then, sheโ€™d been forced to study a degree she wasnโ€™t even passionate about in her local university, but for the sake of surviving, she obeyed and did what her parents ordered. But now, she was finally taking the initiative and stepping up for herself. And all it took was a talk from Dante. The slightest hope inside of her tried to convince her that he was still a good person, but to forget everything that had happened was hard. Here she was in Los Angeles, anyway, her parents having no clue whatsoever and with the aim to win nothing but money. That way she could finally get a head start on what she truly wanted to do. โ€Thank you so much,โ€ Renรฉe spoke as she grabbed her iced lemonade and plastic straw from the female barista, her mouth-watering at the mere sight of the cool drink. She hadnโ€™t expected the weather to be this unexpectedly hot, but then again, she had completely forgotten to check the weather forecast before arriving. Grabbing the handle of her suitcase and lugging it behind her, she made her way to the door of the cafรฉ and as she slowly opened it, she stopped in her path when she noticed two bodies blocking her way. But, that wasnโ€™t the only thing she noticed. A very familiar voice filled her ears as she stood, somewhat hidden behind the two, and it hit her that the masculine voice belonged to a person sheโ€™d known very well. Dante Ballesteros. And give it to him to be rude to strangers that he didnโ€™t even know. Renรฉe hadnโ€™t been the only one taken back at his attitude and the couple that stood in front of her finally dispersed, so now that she was stood face to face to Dante now. Her body froze. He looked different. Older. But thatโ€™s exactly what four years did to a person. Renรฉe herself had definitely changed. Her brunette her now dyed blonde, and her once babyface, now more mature. But she hadnโ€™t even thought twice about what Dante looked like. Quickly snapping out of her stance, she finally made a move. โ€Still with the same old attitude, hm?โ€ Renรฉe uttered, the first thing coming out of her lips as she brought the straw to her lips, took a sip before giving the male a smile that sarcastically said โ€˜it was great to see you tooโ€™ before she nudged passed his body to head out of the cafรฉ completely. She didnโ€™t expect him to follow after her, but honestly, having to face him so suddenly felt like a big toll on her and the sudden anger she felt back when she was a teenager returned.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #ffc0cb; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #ffc0cb; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #ff284d; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]
 
[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 850px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/ikCtqRa.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 448px; height: 314px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 448px; height: 314px; left: 373px; top: 131px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 120px; height: 125px; font-size: 10px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 120px; height: 125px; left: 210px; top: 350px; [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] "We could never live here it's way too warm."

"Do you think it stays this hot year round?"

"Pheeb, are you even listening to me?"

"Pheebs?"

"Phoebe?"

Jake was speaking clearly though the blood rushing through Phoebe's ears blocked the man's voice out completely. The brunette stayed frozen in her place, the sun beating down on her couldn't touch the warmth radiating off of her body as soon as she saw him again. Him. Will was right there, in all his manly glory. "Phoebe?" The loud vibration of Jake's voice beside her pulled the girl from her trance, her lips parting slightly as she turned to look up at her worried fiance. "Sorry! The heat must be getting to me." Phoebe laughed lightly in an attempt to shake off the trembling of her legs as she tried to get herself together.

All sense of reality was thrown back out as soon as Will's voice came crashing in. His voice was calm and steady yet had a slight bit of aggravation in it. Hey Pheebs. Hey Pheebs. Hey--Pheebs. Blue-green eyes stared up at the man who now stood in front of her like he had so many times before. Had Will always been this tall? He had still been working out, she could tell by the way his pecks pushed against the fabric of his white t-shirt----what the hell. "William.", she cleared her throat quickly as she pressed her sweaty palms against her shirt in an attempt to un-wrinkle the front of it. Her gaze flicked to his arm as it moved out, her shoulders leaning forward to instinctively move into the embrace but his arm went up and her body fell forward.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't like where her face was currently. Phoebe closed her eyes as her nose pressed into the white t-shirt of Will's, slowly taking in his cologne before her body was pulled back quickly by two unsteady hands--Jake's hands. "Phoebe what has gotten into you?!" Blinking rapidly, Phoebe stared up at Jake who was now holding her back to his own rugged chest. "I--", the girl frowned as she shook her head, "--the heat. Jake you were right, the heat is getting to me." It was a white lie and thankfully Phoebe was never one to actually lie or things would be extremely messy right now.

Snap out of it Phoebe Martin. Will Jenkins is an asshole. An A-S-S-H-O-L-E. Phoebe moved her fingers to her hair, pushing her curly locks behind her ears before she placed her left hand on Jake's chest. "Will this is my fiance, Jake." Her eyes locked onto Will's own for another moment before she turned her head to look up at Jake. "Jake, this is Will." Jake was tenser than usual, his right hand settled protectively against Phoebe's lower back as he slowly extended out his left hand for Will to shake. "It's nice to meet you, and honestly I have to thank you." Jake's voice was firm as he spoke, his fingertips digging slightly into Phoebe's jean shirt. "If you didn't let her go she would have ended up your wife and not mine."

"Okay, and it's time to go."

Phoebe turned her body, pressing a quick kiss to Jake's lips before leaning down to grab her suitcase. "I will call you later!", she promised as she took a step back away from the two men. "I love you." Phoebe lifted the corners of her lips slightly as she nodded her head towards the other man. "Me too." Without another word, Phoebe turned on the soles of her shoes before moving quickly to the van that was meant for the three ex couples. She needed to get the hell out of here before anything else were to happen. The brunette lifted the large suitcase up off the ground, tossing it into the back of the van before moving to the driver's seat. If she drove then she wouldn't have to make direct conversation with Will. It was a perfect plan, now to just make sure she could see over the steering wheel.

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mood. down boy.
location. outside a
small cafe in LA
outfit. here
mentions. will & jake
tags. constellation constellation

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[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 850px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/UWVIVxC.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 448px; height: 314px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 448px; height: 314px; left: 373px; top: 131px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 120px; height: 120px; font-size: 10px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 120px; height: 120px; left: 210px; top: 350px; [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Thank god he drank the rest of that latte before leaving the cafe because if not it would have been dumped onto Ensley herself.

Myles held the glass door open wide as he stared down at the blonde he used to hold so dearly to his heart. "Hey Pidge.", he greeted her almost immediately as she had spoken however things seemed to be incredibly different. For once he was outspoken with a nonchalant attitude and she was reserved---awkward almost. Two years really had done some damage apparently. "You look good." Was he even allowed to say that? Was that too far? Myles cleared his throat quickly, his lips parting to speak again but was interrupted by another dark haired male who was in desperate need of going inside the cafe.

He stepped to the side to allow the other male to go around, his hand slipping from the glass door as he leaned over to grab Ensley's suitcase along with his own. "Hopefully we don't have to sleep in the van because that won't go well.", he teased as he pushed the suitcase higher up under his arm so he was able to get a better grip on it. Even though his confidence had grown immensely in the past two years, he would be lying if he said that this whole situation wasn't awkward. It was even more awkward because Ensley wasn't her usual no-fucks-given self.

Had Ensley come to the realization that the world didn't actually revolve around her? Had she actually came to terms with how fucked up the whole break up was? Myles continued towards the van, suitcases in hand as he watched another girl toss her bag in there rather quickly before going to the other side of the vehicle. At this rate the next three months was going to be awkward as all hell. He carefully placed his bag and Ensley's in the back of the van, shuffling them around so that the other three people who were coming would also have room for their belongings. Confident or not, Myles still made sure to put people as a priority.

"Did you need a drink or something for the start of the ride?" Myles turned his head towards Ensley once again, his right eyebrow cocking up as he questioned her. "If not we should get in the van, get the good seats before they are taken." He winked, a grin coming to his handsome face as he leaned against the bumper of the van.

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mood. let's get this show on the road.
location. small cafe
in LA
outfit. here
mentions. ensley & phoebe
tags. sereiin sereiin

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[class=ensley] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 900px; height: 500px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/5fXMsG4.png); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6d987a3e97c81fb6b3a057a7d406ac16/tumblr_inline_ol4nwgXZxW1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 430px; font-size: 13px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 450px; height: 437px; left: 394px; top: 5px; [/class][class=mood] position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 246px; height: 140px; left: 122px; top: 309px; [/class][class=moodhover] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.6; width: 246px; height: 140px; background-size: 100%; border-radius: 5px; background-color: #fdfdfd; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; color: #000; [/class][class=hidden] display:none; [/class][script class=mood on=mouseenter] fadeIn 0500 moodhover [/script][script class=mood on=mouseleave] fadeOut 0500 moodhover [/script] [div class=ensley] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Damn that stupid nickname. Even now, two whole fucking years later, it still made Ensley's heart skip a beat. No one else had called her that but Myles and she hadn't heard it in what felt like forever. The last thing she expected was to hear it now. And if his confidence hadn't been enough to catch her completely off guard, then the compliment that fell from those full lips of his next sure was. For several long seconds, Ens stared up at him as if he'd grown three heads. Who the hell was this and what had he done with Myles Andrews?

The tall boy who stood in front of her now was nothing like the shy, lanky kid she'd loved two years ago. He was different now, vastly different. And Ensley didn't know how to react to it. Thankfully, a deep voice interrupted them, saving her from saying anything at all. With a glance upwards, she realized it was a young man trying to enter the cafรฉ. And they were blocking its entrance. The girl easily stepped out of his way with a slight nod, too grateful for the interruption in conversation to be bothered by his rudeness.

Yet her suitcase didn't follow her as she shuffled over. In fact, just as she stepped sideways and made to drag it with her, Myles' hand snatched it from her grasp altogether. Shocked, Ensley froze, finding herself staring at him all over again. What was going on? This had to be some kind of joke. Surely he couldn't have completely forgiven her for what she'd done to him those 730 days ago. But it seemed as if he'd forgotten all about it. Why, she didn't know, but it unsettled her greatly.

Clearing her throat, Ens ignored the boy's teasing and instead slowly began to follow after him as he moved towards their van. A girl had just thrown her bag into the back and was making her way around to the driver's side door, causing her to frown. This was going to be one hell of a trip and she had no idea whether or not that was going to be a good thing. It was awkward enough that she was going to be stuck inside this van with Myles, let alone two other ex-couples. Would the next three months consist of fighting and nothing else? The blonde prayed that wouldn't be the case, but hey. There was a reason this trip was going to be worth $50,000. They'd have to survive it first before getting the reward.

The sound of Myles' voice once again brought the girl back to reality. That was one of many things that had changed about her since they'd broken up; she seemed to zone out a lot, always lost in thought, whether negative or positive. She couldn't help it really. There was a lot to notice about the world when you weren't busy being a narcissistic bitch. "Uh, yeah I need coffee. I'll be right back," Ensley muttered after an awkward beat of silence. "You can get us some seats." The words left her mouth, a cue to move, but she found herself momentarily unable to, her eyes locked on Myles.

Swallowing hard, she suddenly realized she must have been staring, so quickly spun on her heel and rushed into the cafรฉ, as if to escape the awkwardness. Yet the thoughts didn't stop. Had her ex always looked this good? Fuck, Ensley, not the kind of thoughts to be having right now, she thought to herself, huffing slightly as she made her way into the cafรฉ.

Five minutes later, the girl had her hazelnut iced coffee and a donut in hand, her feet carrying her back out to the van where she was sure they would be just about ready to go now. The line in the cafรฉ had been longer than she'd anticipated, but hopefully Myles had managed to snag some decent seats in the van.[/div][/div] [div class=mood][div class="moodhover hidden"]

mood: what happened to myles?
outfit: it's hot out.
location" some little cafe in LA.
mentions: myles, phoebe.
tags: yousmelldead yousmelldead

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[class=dante] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 900px; height: 500px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/W9WsZ4q.png); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/675f668de0222149b26e101783a1bae0/tumblr_inline_ol4nwdbz6A1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 430px; font-size: 13px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 450px; height: 437px; left: 394px; top: 5px; [/class][class=mood] position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 246px; height: 140px; left: 112px; top: 302px; [/class][class=moodhover] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.6; width: 246px; height: 140px; background-size: 100%; border-radius: 5px; background-color: #fdfdfd; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; color: #000; [/class][class=hidden] display:none; [/class][script class=mood on=mouseenter] fadeIn 0500 moodhover [/script][script class=mood on=mouseleave] fadeOut 0500 moodhover [/script] [div class=dante] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] If there was one thing prison had taught Dante, it was that first impressions were huge. Behind bars, you couldn't afford to let anyone think you were weak or you'd wind up dead meat. Out in the real world, it really wasn't all that different. People preyed on others' weaknesses, whether by harmless teasing or genuine intent and the more you kept to yourself, the better off you were. Normally, Dante didn't struggle with this. He was tall, had a relatively strong build, and his mouth was not something to be messed with. Sarcasm was his weapon and he loved using it.

But there was one person from his past life who'd had no issues breaking through these defence mechanisms. And now that person was stood right in front of him.

As the couple blocking the cafรฉ finally shuffled out of the way, bringing their suitcases with them he noticed, they revealed Renรฉe herself. The girl he'd fallen fast and hard for those four years ago, back when they'd been sneaking around behind their parents' backs. The girl who had been ripped away from him when her parents decided to destroy his life. Of course, they hadn't completely destroyed it; he'd managed to start university in an attempt to get his shit together, but that misdemeanour would always mar his record. Now, he was no longer a guy with a clean record and it was all thanks to Renรฉe's parents.

Staring at her now, all Dante could think about was the last things they'd said to each other before he'd been forced to leave her behind for good. They'd argued and it hadn't been pretty. Did she remember all of it the way he did? Did she know he'd thought about it often when he'd been locked up behind bars? Well of course not, you idiot. It wasn't as if they'd talked while he was in jail.

It was only the sound of her sweet-as-honey voice that brought Dante out of his thoughts and crashing back down to reality. Blinking, he refocused on her and rose a brow, a smirk slowly curling over his lips. Damn, someone had grown a little more sassy. "Just like the good old days," he chuckled, parting his lips to say something else when the girl brushed past him altogether, leaving him standing there with his mouth hanging open like an idiot. Shit. When did Renรฉe turn into this confident, sassy woman?

Four years ago, she'd been a quiet, reserved seventeen year old and he'd been an idiot nineteen year old who was hell bent on showing her the world. Now, though, she'd changed. Hell, even her hair was no longer brunette, but blonde. And it fucking suited her, too. She looked hot. Those looks combined with this feisty side of her was a force to be reckoned with and Dante was now questioning whether or not this whole road trip was actually a good idea. Would he last sitting in a van with her for three months and not being able to get a taste of what things had been like four years ago?

"Fuck me," the man groaned to himself, finally tearing his gaze away from her retreating form. He needed coffee if he was going to have some semblance of normalcy in that van. Without another moment's hesitation, he disappeared into the cafรฉ with his bag, ordering himself an iced mocha and cinnamon bun for the trip. In a matter of minutes, he was back out in the sunshine, this time with a coffee cup in hand and his pastry bag shoved under his arm.

Approaching the van now, Dante eyed the others hanging around, for once finding himself a little nervous. He'd never done anything like this before. But he wasn't a wuss; he'd survived fucking prison, for crying out loud. This would be nothing. Gathering his confidence once more, the dark haired man straightened his shoulders and strode over to shove his suitcase into the trunk. It was time to get this show on the road.[/div][/div] [div class=mood][div class="moodhover hidden"]

mood: "well shit. there she is."
outfit: it's hot out.
location" some little cafe in LA.
mentions: renee.
tags: yousmelldead yousmelldead

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[div class=name]will jenkins.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=tag]MOOD.[/div] "forgot how cute she is." [div class=tag]LOCATION.[/div] passenger seat of rv [div class=tag]OUTFIT.[/div] just arrived from the
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 [div class=tag]INTERACTIONS.[/div] pheebs, myles +
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[div class=post]William. His name poured out of her mouth perfectly. And she used his first name. Not Will, which was used by everybody by nature, but William. In a way, it sounded better coming from Phoebe, but it made him wonder if the girl still harboured negative feelings towards him since that night. He would be an idiot to think not. It hadnโ€™t even been Samanthaโ€™s fault at the time, well partially hers, but mainly his own, he broke her heart. Heโ€™d never got to see how she felt after it all since sheโ€™d left and gone back home, but he could only picture that she was upset โ€“ no, miserable and sad. Brushing the past out from his head, Will refocused his attention back to the present; back on to Phoebe, who โ€“ Thud. Wait, what? Was she hugging him right now? Was she purposely trying to remind him of the past and what they had? Confused, his bright blue eyes slowly peered downwards and towards the brunette that stood, face planted into his hard chest. It felt like the old days, being this close to her and for a few brief seconds, he got a small whiff of her memorable floral scent. But that moment only lasted seconds, and his feelings dispersed, when suddenly, she no longer stood close to him but was ripped away by whoever the hell that was. Of course, Will could barely contain the frown and smirk on his face as his eyes stared between the two, and finally, all his questions had been answered. Whoever the hell that was had a name, and it was Jake. Was there ever a Jake in Phoebeโ€™s life? No, he couldnโ€™t recall, but it had been two years and that had been plenty enough time for her to meet new people. Meet new partners. Meet a newโ€ฆ fiancรฉ? Did she say, fiancรฉ? If Will was drinking right now, he probably would have choked at the surprising news and if he had choked, he would have happily let himself go right then and there. Phoebe Martins had a fiancรฉ. โ€Itโ€™s great to meet you too,โ€ His voice a little tense, and the smirk no longer on his face, Will reached his hand out to shake โ€“ God, he couldnโ€™t say it. Fiancรฉ? Jake? For a second, Will was expecting Ashton Kutcher to pop out of nowhere with cameras following him for a new episode for his prank show Punkโ€™d, but nothing. Once the word โ€˜wifeโ€™ left the jerkโ€™s mouth, Willโ€™s hand instantly toughened around Jakeโ€™s own one, a small smile creeping its way back onto his face. Confirmed. He was definitely a jerk. What had Phoebe even seen in him? Trying to rub into his face that he had the girl, but clearly, he was the idiot for letting her go on the road trip with him. โ€Itโ€™s definitely time to go,โ€ he agreed, nodding his head as he finally dropped the diseaseโ€™s hand and watched them share a short kiss before bidding their goodbyes. If he could roll his eyes right now, then Will would have but instead, he chose to hold his composure in front of Phoebe until she left. And thatโ€™s when his faรงade broke. Piercing eyes back onto Jake, Will stepped forward, and due to their height, they stood eye to eye. "You might think you have Phoebe now," Will spoke, the tone of his voice low, almost a sneer as he glared him down. "But I have her for three months. Give me a week and she'll be mine again." That was the end of what he had to say before he stepped back, gave Jake a grin, along with a wave, then walked off to catch up with Phoebe. Following her actions, along with two other passengers (Myles and Ensley), Will placed his suitcase into the back of the van. He glanced over at the brunette and blonde, raising both eyebrows. Did the blonde look familiar? No way. He was all the way in Los Angeles, he knew nobody here. โ€I call shotgun,โ€ he informed them with a smirk and giving them a slight nod to say โ€™heyโ€™. With that, he turned to the side of the van and opened the door to the passenger side, giving Phoebe a grin. โ€Hey there, you.โ€ Climbing inside, he made himself comfortable before shutting the door behind him and buckling himself in. Taking his cap off and throwing it onto the dashboard, he ruffled his messy hair with his hand then turned to stare at Phoebe. โ€Just like the old days, huh?โ€ He spoke, watching the female adjust to make sure she could reach the wheel.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #aec6cf; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #aec6cf; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #557f90; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]
 
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[div class=name]renรฉe chesney.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=tag]MOOD.[/div] "this will be interesting." [div class=tag]LOCATION.[/div] inside the rv [div class=tag]OUTFIT.[/div] i'm being
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[div class=post]Fuck me. Renรฉe had just about heard the last two words coming from Dante and the blonde could barely hold back the small smirk that crawled its way onto her face. Of course, if he were still facing her way, then she wouldnโ€™t have allowed it to happen. Had she hit a nerve? She hoped so. After four years of no communication, sheโ€™d prayed for at least one chance to lay everything off her chest, all the untold words that built up over time, anything to make herself feel better. But, now definitely wasnโ€™t the time for it. So, with all those feelings bunched up into a rather large ball, she resorted to using sassy and sarcastic remarks to help her get through the next three months. Her heart still raced a little, knowing that she was facing Dante not long ago sounded surreal. She had barely given herself time to take in what he looked like, and how different heโ€™d changed, but from the couple seconds sheโ€™d had, she knew he did in a good way. A very good way. God, she wanted to mentally slap herself and tell herself to get her shit together. There was a reason this show was made for exes specifically, but Renรฉe didnโ€™t plan on letting Dante get to her, no matter what. Not even with his stupid perfect hair, deep, earthy brown eyes (that she loved very much) and the facial hair which she had to admit, he looked hot with facial hair. Okay, so maybe sheโ€™d let herself admire how attractive he was, but that was no excuse for her to let him in again. The smirk on her face transformed itself into a friendly smile as she approached the van, her eyes landing between two (good-looking) males and a pretty blonde. With the assistance of the blonde male, she placed her bag alongside his own into the back, muttering a small โ€˜thank youโ€™ before he quickly shotgun the passenger seat and made a beeline for it. With a small laugh and shake of her head, she turned to the other pair, raising an eyebrow at them. โ€Hey, Iโ€™m Renรฉe,โ€ she introduced herself, โ€I take it that you guys are going to be on the road trip too? We should probably get going.โ€ With that, she turned on her feet and headed towards the entrance of the RV, climbing up the stairs. She shot the female (Phoebe) sat behind the wheel and the male (Will) from before a quick wave and smile, โ€Hey guys! Ready for the trip?โ€ Her eyes wandered around, taking in their new accommodation as she walked further into the RV. It was a lot bigger than she expected and had practically everything they needed; a kitchen, living room and two bathrooms. Though she still had yet to explore the bedrooms and that was the first on her list to worry about. She hoped that they all had individual beds, otherwise hell was probably going to break loose. Of course, Renรฉe didnโ€™t mind sleeping with somebody else, so long as they were female and not called Dante. The sound of a sudden ping! caught the blondeโ€™s attention as she glanced over at an iPad laying on the dining table. Out of curiosity, she sauntered over and picked it up, her blue eyes glancing over the message notification on the screen. Swiping to unlock, she pressed onto the messaging app and onto the only conversation there was; with the producers of the show.
Welcome to On the Road! We hope you settle in well and get used to your new living conditions! With the use of no maps or navigation, the couple at the wheel must drive to San Francisco within a six-hour time frame to win $300, but if you do not, then the money goes bye-bye! If need be, and you get lost, you may use the navigation to help but this will immediately deduct the money prize.​
Once she had finished reading, she let out a small laugh and shook her head. So, they were jumping straight into it. Returning back towards the female behind the wheel, Renรฉe reached out the iPad for her to take. "Hey, you might want to read this. Something about winning money and driving to San Francisco,"[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #ffc0cb; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #ffc0cb; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #ff284d; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]
 
[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 850px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/ikCtqRa.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 448px; height: 314px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 448px; height: 314px; left: 373px; top: 131px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 120px; height: 125px; font-size: 10px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 120px; height: 125px; left: 210px; top: 350px; [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] This was not a van.

This was a boat. A very very very big boat and she was now the captain of said boat. Phoebe sighed silently as she gripped the steering wheel in her small hands. Jumping into the drivers seat wasn't the smartest decision in the world but it was going to keep her distracted from Will. The brunette eyed the windshield for a long moment, her blue eyes getting lost in the hustle around the street that she hadn't even noticed the passenger door open. Hey there, you. Turning her gaze to the side, she couldn't help but stare at Will's knee cap as his red shorts rode up slightly from him sitting down in the seat beside her. What the hell was this? She was acting like a hormonal teenager.

"William.", she responded quickly before moving her gaze back to the buttons on the side of the seat. If she planned on hauling this boat around first she needed to make sure she was tall enough to even see out the windshield. Phoebe couldn't help but roll her eyes at Will's remark of it being like the old days. Of course he was going to be his charming self which was going to make this only that much harder. "Only it isn't anything like the old days." Her words were sharper than she had anticipated, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as soon as the worlds left her mouth. Sure, she wasn't too thrilled to be doing this but she didn't have to be harsh. She was better than that.

Thankfully the others were quick to load into the RV, causing the tension to shift off of herself and Will. The brunette turned her body so she could see the rest now in the back. "Jesus.", she muttered softly as she finally realized how big the RV actually was. There was no way this was economically good though. How much money in gas was this boat going to cost? Her lips pulled up into a smile as Renee had introduced herself first to the group of exes. "I'm Phoebe." Letting a small wave out to the rest, she turned back to the steering wheel so she could adjust her mirrors correctly. The loud ping that came from the tablet caused Phoebe to jump slightly, her bright eyes moving to the rearview mirror to eye Renee who was fumbling with the device.

"San Fransisco?" Phoebe took the tablet from Renee before she let her eyes scan the contents of the screen. Okay. So Will and herself had six hours to drive to San Fransisco to win $300. That sounded easy enough. "We aren't allowed to use any navigation? What the hell." The brunette eyed the clock on the dash, noting to herself mentally that at 4 pm they had to be in a different area. No problem, she was not a quitter. She had this, she was good at geography so this was a piece of cake. Without warning, Phoebe tossed the tablet into Will's lap before putting her blinker on and tapping the gas with her right foot. The RV jutted forward from the initial tap, Phoebe gripping harder onto the wheel as she pulled off of the curb and into the busy road earning some honks as she pulled out into direct traffic.

"Okay San Fransisco is south....", she muttered to herself as she continued her hold on the gas pedal with the tip of her shoe. It was south wasn't it? It was southern California....or was LA southern California? Crap. "So I will just say out loud what everyone is thinking." Phoebe flicked her gaze to the rearview mirror to look at the brunette now speaking as he lounged on one of the couches. "Let's hear how you all broke up, I'll go first." Was it bad that she was actually wondering why the other two couples had split? Sure, it was none of her business but they all had a story. "I found Pidge over here on top of another guy." Jesus Christ.

Phoebe sunk down in the seat, her blue eyes focused on the road as she clamped her mouth shut. Not her problem. Not her breakup. Not her problem. God damnit. "Samantha." Where's the closest bridge?

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mood. where's the closest bridge?
location. on the road
outfit. here
mentions. will, renee, myles, samantha
tags. constellation constellation sereiin sereiin

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[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 850px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/UWVIVxC.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 448px; height: 314px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 448px; height: 314px; left: 373px; top: 131px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 120px; height: 120px; font-size: 10px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 120px; height: 120px; left: 210px; top: 350px; [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Instead of following behind Ensley into the coffee shop, he let her go by herself as he moved around the RV until he reached the side door. He wasn't a follower anymore due to the many instances he had been burned from being one. Followers got no where and he wasn't about to start going back to being one. The brunette ran his hands through his curly locks before grabbing onto the handle to pull it open. "Here we go.", he spoke quietly before stepping onto the RV altogether.

Myles was surprised at how large it was on the inside. Sure, it looked big on the outside but nothing compared to the inside. It was legit a three bedroom apartment packed into one vehicle. It was actually pretty freaking cool. He waited as the woman who introduced herself as Renee moved further into the RV before he moved in completely. "I'm Myles.", he grinned at the other girl before curiously moving around to see where everything was. Two bathrooms, a kitchen, three bedrooms, a dining area. This was better than his apartment back home. The only issue he saw coming was that the bedrooms each only had one bed, what a shitshow that was going to be.

He rounded back to the front of the RV to where the couches were, quickly claiming a spot on one before getting a look at the two in the front. The girl who introduced herself as Phoebe looked as if she wasn't even able to reach the foot pedals which was kind of terrifying considering the blonde next to her was as tall as a basketball player. The two were obviously an ex couple and he couldn't help but feel jealous of the fact that Phoebe was so short because she was probably so good at-----Ping.

Renee was quick to grab the tablet off of the little table, his eyes moving to see Ensley and a dark haired boy finally climbing onto the RV. Okay so they were all there now. Myles raised a brow as Renee laughed softly before handing the tablet to Phoebe in the front. They were going where? He frowned slightly before leaning forward to try and make out what Phoebe was saying but was cut short by the RV rushing forward. "We're going to die.", he pressed his hands against his face as he slammed his back into the couch so he wouldn't fall forward again. With this girl driving they were going to die, there was no doubt in his mind. Speaking of his mind...."So I will just say out loud what everyone is thinking."

He eyed the four in the back before moving his brown eyed gaze to the rear view mirror where Phoebe was currently looking through. "Let's hear how you all broke up, I'll go first." Had he mentioned that his confidence level had spiked in the last two years? "I found Pidge over here on top of another guy." Was that too blunt? Myles shrugged his shoulders softly before moving his gaze to Ensley. She was either going to be really pissed or really quiet. There was no in between with that girl, however Myles didn't care because if she went off and screwed one of the guys on the trip that was her own problem. She wasn't his problem anymore and he was okay with that. "Who's Samantha?" He turned his gaze back over to where he could no longer see the brunette in the mirror, his eyebrows raising slightly. Where the hell did she go?

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mood. this will be interesting
location.on the road
outfit. here
mentions. ens, renee, phoebe
tags. sereiin sereiin constellation constellation

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Then there was the blonde guy who had called shotgun. Ensley couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew him from somewhere. The voice in the back of her mind was telling her he was just another guy she'd fucked over the last two years, but she could give herself the benefit of the doubt, right?

Now in the RV, Ens paused with her coffee and donut in hand, glancing around with slightly wide eyes. There was the short brunette in the driver's seat and the blonde guy in the passenger side. Then there was the blonde girl who had introduced herself as Renรฉe a few minutes ago. And then... There was Myles. Sitting on the couch as if he owned the place. Which, speaking of, the interior of this vehicle was ginormous. As Ensley took it in, she couldn't help feeling shocked. How was it possible to fit so much in such a small space? It was more beautiful than her parents' home, for fucks sake. Shaking her head, the girl slowly moved to sit down beside Myles, though she made sure to leave a decent bit of distance between them.

Another guy had entered the RV, completing the three couples now and leaving them to introduce themselves. "I'm Ensley," the blonde muttered when it was her turn, a shy blush covering her pale cheeks. Jesus, how had she gone from the confident, popular girl to someone who acted socially inept? Maybe she had Myles to thank for that.

Suddenly, there was a ping, drawing Ens' attention to the iPad Renรฉe had picked up. Ignoring the others, she listened in as Phoebe and Renรฉe spoke back and forth, the words 'San Francisco' the only thing she could catch. So, they were driving to SF, were they? Ensley raised a brow at that, not at all disappointed. She'd always wanted to visit the city. Just as that thought passed through her mind, though, Phoebe hit the gas, causing the girl to yelp as she was thrown backwards into the couch from the unexpected movement. "Jesus, we're going to die," she muttered to herself, barely managing to keep a hold of her iced coffee. Phoebe was lucky; if she'd spilled her drink, the brunette would have been dead in seconds.

Then Myles spoke, causing Ensley to snap her head around to glare daggers at him. Okay, it was official. He was the first on her 'to-murder' list. Jesus fucking christ. Was it possible to be any more furious at him? As if the producers knew what she was thinking, though, the iPad pinged again from the front seat. Ignoring whatever else was said, the blonde took full advantage of the distraction and unsteadily moved to the front seats where Phoebe and William sat. "Here, I'll read it," she offered, though she wasn't really offering when she simply reached out and snatched the iPad from Will's lap.

With it now in her hand, Ensley read over the message that had popped up on the screen before smirking to herself. Thank god for distractions.

"Here's what it says. You'll notice three different bags scattered around the van. Find them and take the one that has your and your ex's names on it. The secrets inside have to be matched to someone in this room. You'll win a cash prize for each one you get right. Have fun and remember, try not to kill each other." Ensley read out loud, having moved to sit back on the couch so she wouldn't fall over. Phoebe's driving really was going to get them killed.[/div][/div] [div class=moodcontainer][div class=mood] mood: "fuck you, myles."[/div][/div] [div class=locationcontainer][div class=location] location: inside the rv.[/div][/div] [div class=mentionscontainer][div class=mentions] mentions + tags: everyone ( yousmelldead yousmelldead constellation constellation ).[/div][/div] [/div]
 
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He was the last one to climb the steps into the RV. Dante only realized this when he made it up to see two people already sitting in the driver's and passenger's seats and the others on the couch. The door closed behind him, but he hardly noticed it when his eyes landed on Renรฉe again. As the group went around saying names, he quickly snapped back to reality, smirking now as he strode over to collapse on the other end of the couch. "I'm Dante, Renรฉe's ex," he greeted, chuckling deeply as his gaze flickered back to the girl herself.

It was as if he couldn't tear his gaze away, but he quickly realized and gave himself a mental kick in the shin. This road trip wasn't meant to be for him to change her mind. It was about the money, that was it. Clearing his throat, Dante now let his dark eyes dance over the interior of the RV, surprised by just how modern and spacious it was. He'd never been in anything like this, but he knew damn well that he planned on driving this thing sometime.

Just as that thought crossed the boy's mind, though, a loud ping echoed through the van, drawing his attention back to Renรฉe as she now held up an iPad, reading something on its screen. Cocking a brow, he wondered what it was, about to lean forward and ask when the vehicle suddenly lurched. "Shit, watch the gas, Phoebe," he called out with a laugh, his free hand immediately reaching for the arm of the couch to hold onto it. They were so fucked if this girl was driving; hell could she even see over the steering wheel?

Once the brunette got herself settled on the road, not without getting honked at of course, Dante relaxed into the couch, his attention now shifting to the other guy back here. Myles, was it? What he had to say immediately caused him to snicker in amusement. He wouldn't complain about a little gossip when it came to learning how everyone here had broken up. He wondered if it was as bad as his own break up with Renรฉe.

'I found Pidge over here on top of another guy.'

Dante just about spit out his drink when he heard how casual Myles was about it. Clearly, though, his ex wasn't near as proud about that revelation, if the death glare she sent Myles was any indication. Shaking his head, he gave a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Well," he startled slowly, lifting his coffee to his lips for a sip. "I went to jail." Just as the words slipped from his lips, another ping echoed through the RV, effectively disrupting their conversation as all eyes landed on the iPad, which was now in William's lap. Within seconds, Ensley had jumped to her feet and wobbled over to grab it, reading out the message that had popped up on the screen.

A game. Two minutes on the road and the producers already wanted them to play a game. "Shit, okay. Uh, Phoebe? Easy on the brakes and gas, aye?" Dante called casually, painting his signature smirk back onto his lips. The last thing they needed was to go flying through that windshield during this game.[/div][/div] [div class=moodcontainer][div class=mood] mood: "our secrets are already coming out."[/div][/div] [div class=locationcontainer][div class=location] location: inside the rv.[/div][/div] [div class=mentionscontainer][div class=mentions] mentions + tags: everyone ( yousmelldead yousmelldead constellation constellation ).[/div][/div] [/div]
 
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[div class=post]โ€œWilliamโ€ฆโ€ He blinked. Skin so soft, perfectly toned thighs in his gentle grip as the taste of Phoebe filled his mouth, his body pressed against hers. Then, he blinked again and suddenly, he was back in the RV. Even after years, the last kiss he shared with the feisty brunette beside him still played over in his mind. Now that she was here, though, he could remember it more clearly than ever. A grin still plastered on his face, Will kept his gaze on Phoebe as he watched her struggle to get the large RV in motion. He couldnโ€™t help think that it was an incredibly amusing sight to watch, especially because he knew that once Phoebe was fixed on doing something, then she wouldnโ€™t give up. The same sass that she had from years ago was still burning inside of her and he could tell just from her tone and the way she uttered his name. He opened his mouth to make a comment, but before he could, the RV began to fill up with the other couples, one by one slowly, everybody introducing themselves, so Will decided to keep his mouth shut. The ping from the iPad and Renee indicating that the message was towards them made his eyebrow raise in curiosity as he watched Phoebe. โ€Weโ€™re going to SF?โ€ He grinned, taking hold of the iPad and scanning the message as well with his own two eyes. No navigation? Was Phoebe really up for the challenge? โ€Donโ€™t get us-โ€œ The sudden jolt of the RV caused Willโ€™s hat to fall off the dashboard, his own body jolting along with the vehicle. This was definitely going to be an interesting six hours. No, an interesting three months. โ€killed.โ€ He finished his sentence, glancing over at her, a small hesitant laugh coming from him before he reassured her with his next statement. โ€If you want to switch, just let me know.โ€ Luckily, Myles was the one to initiate conversation amongst them all, except his choice of topic wasnโ€™t exactlyโ€ฆ the best. Was Will looking forward to talking about the past? Not really. It was the past for a reason. He could sense the tension suddenly rise when he brought up Pidge, what a weird nickname โ€“ cheating on him? That sucked. Will didnโ€™t have to say anything from his side though, he doubted Phoebe was going to, so he wasnโ€™t planningโ€” โ€œSamantha.โ€ Fuck. Dammit, Phoebe. What was her problem? He would have expected after years that she wouldnโ€™t want to talk about the devil named Samantha, let alone even remember her, yet here she was. Was she purposely stirring problems between them? He wouldnโ€™t blame her, but they had barely been a day into the road trip. Glancing once at Phoebe, then turning to stare back at Myles, he shot him a grin, almost as though they had been bros for years now. โ€We,โ€ he pointed between himself and Pheebs. โ€almost had sex but some chick โ€” Samantha walked in and totally killed the mood.โ€ As he finished his sentence, however, with his attention off guard, Ensley managed to snatch the iPad out of his hands before he could even process the sudden ping that sounded off it. Phoebe was lucky. Almost perfect timing. His lips shut tight as he listened in on the blonde, hearing her read out the next task. The producers really were putting them to work already. โ€You guys mind grabbing our bag?โ€ He asked, not to anybody specifically but to the group, before turning his head towards Phoebe. โ€I can read them out to you and match them, you justโ€ฆ focus on the road.โ€[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #aec6cf; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #aec6cf; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #557f90; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]
 
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[div class=name]renรฉe chesney.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=tag]MOOD.[/div] "i just want to win." [div class=tag]LOCATION.[/div] inside the rv [div class=tag]OUTFIT.[/div] i'm being
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[div class=post]Renรฉe could already sense that it wasnโ€™t just Dante and her that had plenty of tension between them, but the other couples also. Initially, she had barely even thought of or even considered what the other two couples would be like, but she was clearly oblivious to think that they wouldnโ€™t be problematic because thatโ€™s exactly what they were. After sheโ€™d handed the driver, who sheโ€™d learned was named Phoebe, the iPad, she took her seat on the fabric couches almost immediately after. She couldnโ€™t help but feel a little nervous about even going on the road trip. For starters, her parents had no idea that sheโ€™d even upped and left, so nobody knew where she was and she was surrounded by strangers. All, except Dante, but even then, she had barely spoken to him in years, so it wasnโ€™t as if she could justโ€ฆ rely on him to watch over her, in case anything were to happen. There were just so many possibilities, maybe sheโ€™d get robbed in a different city, get lost, or even have issues with the van. She wasnโ€™t even sure how well of drivers the others would, especially Phoebe, who appeared to be struggling to even get control of the RV. Gosh, here she was, overreacting and they had just about set off the road. She really had to see the light of it all โ€“ being paid to travel around America at the age of twenty-one was a dream come true. When Myles immediately brought up the topic of how they all broke up, she internally groaned and attempted to avoid any eye contact with Dante, hoping that heโ€™d get the message to not say a word. Why did it seem like the guys were getting more of a kick at gossiping than the females were? It was almost as if they were comparing who had it worse than the other. Though, it seemed like she and Dante didnโ€™t have it as bad as the other two. Being cheated on sucked and frankly, she had no idea what Will and Phoebeโ€™s situation was about, but that didnโ€™t mean Renรฉe was just about to spill her personal life. Dante, on the other hand, had other plans as he began to speak. โ€Maybe we shouldnโ€™t talk about this,โ€ she attempted to butt in as her eyes watched him take a sip of his coffee. And then the next words came out. She blinked, giving herself a few seconds to even let the words sink in. Jail. He went to jail. That had to be a joke, right? Was he trying to make her look like the bad person? Did he really feel that trapped in their relationship? โ€The only person that was in jail was me being with you.โ€ Renรฉe snapped back at the male, shooting him a glare before turning her back towards him to face Ensley. There really was no way getting out of this now. Remember your purpose, Renรฉe. Youโ€™re here for the money. With that, she stood up off the couch to begin her mission to find the said bags mentioned in the message. โ€Iโ€™ll search for the bags.โ€ Anything to get away from their previous conversation. Her instincts led her to the most obvious places; checking underneath the chairs and beds, inside the cupboards, the bathroom even, and eventually, she returned back with three bags in hand. โ€Got โ€˜em!โ€ She handed the matching bags to the couples before reluctantly forcing herself to sit next to Dante so that the two could work on the task. โ€Letโ€™s get something straight,โ€ she murmured, โ€Iโ€™m just here for the adventure and the money, so, letโ€™s just win.โ€[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #ffc0cb; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #ffc0cb; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #ff284d; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]
 
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[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 850px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/ikCtqRa.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 448px; height: 314px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 448px; height: 314px; left: 373px; top: 131px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 120px; height: 125px; font-size: 10px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 120px; height: 125px; left: 210px; top: 350px; [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Thankfully trying to maneuver the van was distracting the brunette enough to keep her from opening her mouth. Phoebe kept her eyes focused on the road ahead, her knuckles turning red from the grip she had on the steering wheel. She had barely heard the grunts of the rest of the group as she floored the van into the road. Sure, she might get them all killed by driving the massive boat but honestly was it really a bad thing at this point?

The girl known as Ensley hadn't spoke up after Myles exclamation of what happened in order for them to break up. Phoebe wasn't sure if it was just because the other girl didn't want to fight about it or maybe she didn't care that he just shouted to the whole group of strangers that she was a slut? Either way, Phoebe was humiliated for the poor girl. Before she was able to move her gaze to the rear view mirror, Dante had broken his silence about going to jail. The brunette stared at the male through the mirror before quickly staring back at the yellow line in the middle of the road. So there was a slut, a loudmouth, and a convict. This was fantastic.

"Almost had sex but some chick--Samantha walked in and totally killed the mood."

Was that what Will truly thought was the reason that they had broken up? He thought it was over Samantha walking in and 'killing' the mood? The brunette's eyebrows scrunched together as she tried to contain her thoughts from spilling out through her now parted lips. Did Will completely forget the whole 'I love you' conversation? The whole ultimatum that she had given him? Phoebe slowly stopped the van, her eyes focused on the street light as she waited patiently for the red to flick to green. Will's voice broke through her concentration once again causing her to flick her gaze to the blonde next to her as he held a small bag in his hands. "Yeah, that's fine."

Honk. Honk. Honk. HONK. "Hey lady! Move your ass!"

The light had turned green and yet the van was still in its current position. Of course even if anyone wanted to go around it they couldn't due to it's enormous size. The brunette snapped her head to the window before unbuckling herself from the seat and putting the van in park. With one leap, the girl was half way out the window with her lower half steadying her from falling out completely. "Come up here and make me!" Phoebe retorted sharply to the man honking to her in the small Honda Civic behind her. Maybe she shouldn't be the one behind the wheel. Normally, Phoebe was completely able to handle any situation but being next to Will again was making her crazy. Especially when the asshole forgot the real reason to them breaking up.

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mood. that is not why we broke up.
location. on the road
outfit. here
mentions. will, renee, myles, dante
tags. constellation constellation sereiin sereiin

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[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 850px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/UWVIVxC.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 448px; height: 314px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 448px; height: 314px; left: 373px; top: 131px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 120px; height: 120px; font-size: 10px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 120px; height: 120px; left: 210px; top: 350px; [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Ensley really needed to calm down.

Myles eyed the girl who was staring daggers at him, his right eyebrow raising slightly as she huffed off. Why was she so mad? She was the one who decided to jump onto another man like he was a horse. Myles didn't do that and if he did, he would have owned up to it. If Ensley didn't want him to say it so nonchalantly, maybe she shouldn't have been doing it in the first place.

Turning his head to stare out the large window, Myles watched the traffic rush by the van with ease before Dante had spoken up next. Thank god the other man was just as honest as Myles. The two were going to end up being good friends he could already tell. "Jail, huh?" Myles turned himself so he could get a better look at the other dark haired male, "Is it legit how bad people say it is?" He was genuinely curious to know more about the whole situation because it was more likely for him to get struck by lightning than end up in jail. Sometimes it sucked being the good guy. Before his question was answered, the blonde in the front had spoken up about the whole Samantha issue.

"Wait, you mean to tell me that you guys broke up because some girl walked in on you two about to have sex?" Myles slid his bottom closer to the edge of the cushion so he could get a better look at Will and Phoebe but before he knew it Ensley was now in view pulling the tablet out of Will's hands. Somehow her actions weren't surprising to the male as he scooted himself back against the couch cushion. He waited patiently as Renee took off to find the bags before retrieving them and handing them each out. He grinned up at the girl as he took hold of his and Ensley's bag, his dark eyes moving to meet Ensley's as he outstretched is free hand to pat the spot next to him. "C'mon Pidge you know I'm great at puzzles."

The blaring of horns to the side of him was enough to stress anyone out. Myles rose from his seat as he peered out the window, his eyes moving to see a man shouting at---Phoebe was hanging out the window. Myles turned his gaze to the man who seemed to be completely content with the shouting brunette and he couldn't figure out why. The male turned his gaze lower on Phoebe before the bag dropped from his hands. "Uh bro, your girl is giving these guys a free show." Myles placed his now free hands up to his chest as he pressed his palms flat against his pecks. Phoebe seemed to be in enough rage, the last thing Myles was going to do was tell her that her bra was popping out of her shirt when she is bent over the side of the van. Not his girl. Not his problem.

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mood. and she's mad.
location.on the road
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mentions. ens, renee, phoebe, will, dante
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[class=ensley] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 500px; height: 350px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/Rd4oyys.png); border-radius: 15px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 246px; height: 250px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 246px; height: 269px; left: 36px; top: 37px; [/class] [class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 207px; [/class] [class=location] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=locationcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 247px; [/class] [class=mentions] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=mentionscontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 287px; [/class] [div class=ensley] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Ensley was already starting to wonder if this three month road trip was even worth the money. Three minutes in and she was about ready to throw herself out of the RV. It didn't help that Phoebe was a shitty driver who was probably going to get them all killed anyways. As the others went around in a circle of story time, sharing their breakup stories, the girl found herself cringing. Damn, maybe her and Myles' split wasn't as fucked up as she thought. Sure, it'd been rough and still made her want to off herself, but maybe it could have been worse after all. Between going to jail and having a girl walk in on you, cheating was starting to sound almost half decent.

Before she knew it, Renรฉe was back and delivering the bags to the right people before she took her seat beside Dante. Biting down on her bottom lip, Ensley looked away from the ex-couple and to Myles, who was now calling her over. Pidge. That fucking nickname was going to be the death of her, even though it'd been years since their breakup. Ens had a feeling her ex knew it, too.

Huffing, the girl got up from her end of the couch and placed the iPad down on the nearby table before shuffling over to plop down beside Myles. Just as she did, though, she heard a few honks from outside. "What the hell," she muttered, frowning as she leaned over to peek out the window beside the one Myles was looking out. Then she realized what was going on. A guy was shouting at Phoebe, who was hanging halfway out of the window yelling back. Well that was fucking great. But when she noticed that the brunette's bra was practically hanging out, she had to stifle a snicker. It was official; Phoebe was crazy and Ensley kind of loved it.

"Okay, well on that note..." The blonde trailed off with a smirk, reaching for the bag Myles had received from Renรฉe. She pulled it into her own lap and unzipped it, curiously reaching in. There was a whole pile of notes inside, each with a little blurb on them. Here went nothing.

Ensley pulled out a random one and rose a brow. 'This person is currently on their way to becoming a pilot.' Not quite the juicy secret she'd been hoping for, but it was cool nonetheless. Glancing to Myles, she gave him a nudge in the ribs with her elbow. "If you're so good at puzzles still, figure out who this is," she stated blankly, deciding to stay as emotionless as she could around him. He didn't need to know whether or not she was still hung up on their breakup.

Truth be told, Ens sucked at these games. Whenever she and Myles had done puzzles or played games like this when they'd been together, he had always been the one to figure stuff out. He was smart and she was, well, not quite as smart, at least with stuff like this. Still, she enjoyed playing the games anyways.

Glancing around the van now, the girl tried to figure out which one of these people might be on their way to becoming a pilot. She already had a great hunch that it wasn't Phoebe, if her driving was any indication. And maybe not Dante, considering he'd supposedly gone to jail. Did they even let you go to flight school with a track record like that? It obviously wasn't Myles, either, so that left Renรฉe and Will. She was pretty sure it had to be one of them, but she didn't know which.[/div][/div] [div class=moodcontainer][div class=mood] mood: "i suck at puzzles."[/div][/div] [div class=locationcontainer][div class=location] location: inside the rv.[/div][/div] [div class=mentionscontainer][div class=mentions] mentions + tags: everyone ( yousmelldead yousmelldead constellation constellation ).[/div][/div] [/div]
 
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[class=dante] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 500px; height: 350px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/BSlRg4w.png); border-radius: 15px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 246px; height: 250px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 246px; height: 269px; left: 36px; top: 37px; [/class] [class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 207px; [/class] [class=location] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=locationcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 247px; [/class] [class=mentions] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=mentionscontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 287px; [/class] [div class=dante] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Dante should have known Renรฉe would snap at him like he'd just told her he'd killed her parents. Raising a brow, he switched his gaze to her, a slow smirk curling over his lips. "Took you a while to break it off with me, then, if it was like being in prison, babe," he retorted. If she was going to play mean, then so was he. He didn't care if seeing her again after all this time brought back a rush of feelings; he didn't need to be nice if she wasn't going to be.

Thankfully, before anything else could be said between them, Myles butted in, asking about jail. Dante turned to face him on the couch, chuckling a little. "Maybe, maybe not," he answered vaguely, knowing it would drive Renรฉe nuts even if she hadn't asked the question. She had always hated that when they'd been together.

As the conversation shifted to that of the new game they were supposed to play, Dante refocused on the task at hand. Honestly he was glad they were being given something else to focus on; he didn't want to talk about their breakups any longer. In a matter of moments, Renรฉe had run off to find the bags and was returning, three in hand. He watched her hand them out to the right couples, his eyes drifting down her figure. The man had no shame in staring at her ass for a moment or two before his gaze snapped back up to hers when she turned around and plopped down on the couch beside him.

When his ex spoke to him, though, he rose a brow at how blunt her words were. "Yes, ma'am," he answered, giving a slow nod before changing his focus to the bag now sitting between them. Seeing Ensley digging into theirs, he decided to do the same and unzipped it.

"Do you want to grab a note?" Dante asked Renรฉe, glancing up to her with a questioning look on his face. He was here for the money, too, which meant he was going to be extra competitive. Of course he naturally was, but when money was at stake, he had no reservations about going all out. Hopefully the blonde beside him would feel the same way and would want to make as much as they could.

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[div class=post]One moment Will was looking through the various paper slips retrieved from the small bag and the next, he was watching his ex-girlfriend (if he could call Phoebe that), rather her backside as she screamed outside the window at the top of her lungs towards the driver behind them. Of course, Will had to admit that he found the situation amusing, after all, he did enjoy watching her get all riled up and he was sure that his presence was affecting her. Up until Myles informed him of a โ€˜free showโ€™ that Phoebe was giving and from what Myles was gesturing at, Will was not happy. โ€Dammit Phoebe,โ€ the blonde grumbled under his breath as he set aside the items in hand before deciding to exit the parked vehicle. Give it to Phoebe to be causing trouble so quickly into the trip. Shutting the passenger door behind him, Will made his way around to the driverโ€™s side, now stood in front of the brunette, a look that clearly stated that he wasnโ€™t amused at all. โ€Move over now,โ€ he demanded, his tone firm as he attempted to cover her slightly exposed bra with his hands, or what he could anyway, waiting for Phoebe to get her ass seated in the passenger side. Turning towards the asshole who appeared to be clearly enjoying the little show, Will did what any normal protective male would do and yelled back at the man in the Honda. โ€You better start your car and drive off before I come over there and kick your ass,โ€ he didnโ€™t hesitate and in an instant, the smirk on the manโ€™s face dropped. Of course, after seeing Will and how built he was, it was evident out of the two that Will could kick his ass easily if he wanted to. Though, that was the last thing Will wanted to do, especially knowing that everything said was being recorded right now. He didnโ€™t need to get into any trouble when he was this close to becoming a pilot. Turning his focus back towards Phoebe, Will opened the door to the vehicle and seated himself into the driverโ€™s seat, putting his seatbelt on. He gave one small glace at Phoebe to ensure she had her belt in place and before he started the vehicle, he glanced in the wing mirror towards the man in the Honda and flashed him the middle finger outside the window, mumbling a small word of profanity under his breath. And then the car was moving again. โ€You are no longer driving from here on,โ€ he informed Phoebe, his eyes still on the road as he wondered if theyโ€™d still be able to get to San Francisco in the time frame given after the small commotion caused. It wasn't that Will was judging her ability to drive, but knowing how many asshole drivers there were out there, he didn't want Phoebe to be driving for so long. โ€Start working on the task, we have money to earn.โ€[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #aec6cf; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #aec6cf; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #557f90; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]
 
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