Realistic or Modern Beachy Reunion

[jasmyn]

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back in high-school they were all so close and they truly did believe they would stay that way. then came senior year. secrets, lies, betrayal and more split this group up. each of them with their own reasons. now it's been five years and this former crew is finding themselves back together for a vacation. some of them had to be tricked into coming, others came on their own. all that matters is that they are all here. having a beautiful house on the beach for two months should be a blast, right? but there are a lot of secrets to be revealed, some darker than the others, and drama is bound to happen. will this group finally be able to reconcile by the end of their time here or will this vacation only make things worse? let's find out.

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[div class=num] jasmyn [/div] katherine & benjamin

[div class=num] Reigning King [/div] harlan

[div class=num] apolla [/div] cameron & cade

[div class=num] sox [/div] june

[div class=num] clarinetti [/div] olivia

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[div class=bottomwords]huntington beach
fourth of july weekend.
everyone is starting to arrive.
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[jasmyn]

Katherine Taylor

Katherine straightened out the comforter in the last room, a smile on her face as she did. She was excited to be bringing all over her old friends back together for a beach vacation. Even though she didn't exactly end on good terms with everyone in their little group she had hopes of reconciling the friendships she had lost. She flipped the light switch down as she walked out of the room and towards the den. "There. Everything is ready," she spoke to herself as she plopped down onto the couch.


The beach house was pretty big but only had four rooms so people would need to roommate with each other which was bound to be interesting. It was a place her family had actually owned for years, in fact it was the spot of some pretty crazy parties back when she was a teenager. It's probably a little far fetched that her parent would allow a young girl to host wild parties, drink, have 50 plus friends over, right? Wrong. Katherine's parents were hardly home so most of the time she was on her own which some would think was a dream but for her it was just lonely. That's why she always threw the parties and supplied liquor from her parents stash. She wanted to be cool. She craved the attention and when it wasn't on her, she resented that.


Maybe that was why she somehow managed to accidentally assemble a group of friends, she hated to be alone. It was also probably the reason she'd pulled this whole vacation together, because she'd been very alone recently. She heard a car door and perked up, making her way to the front door to see who had arrived first. "Benjamin Winters, you've really grown up. Is that a beard?" she teased as she opened the door to greet him. She pulled him into a hug, motioning for him to come in as she let go.

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Benjamin Winters

Benjamin was sitting in the backseat of the Uber as it drove onto the street where the beach house was. This was an all too familiar place as they had partied here many times before the group all split up and went their own ways. Lucky for him, this wasn't the sight of their very last party all together because the memories of that night were all too painful for him. He tipped the driver and got out of the car, retrieving his bags and heading up the driveway to the front door. Before he had a chance to knock, it opened up and he was greeted by Katherine. "I see you're still as short as ever," he joked back. He set his bags down and hugged the both of them before looking around. "This place still looks the same. Ya know, minus the crazy teenager making a mess." he laughed when she agreed.


Ben still looked pretty much the same, he was still pretty fit due to the fact that he worked out often. He had stopped playing baseball years ago but still took pride in his health. He just had more facial hair and was a little more tan now since he spent a lot more time in the sun. He still remembered the old days well enough but he was different now, his senior year was a game changer. He knew people took notice when he straightened up in school senior year. Started going to class more often, stopped going to parties and really just focused on baseball. Now he was older and knew he didn't have to cut off everything and everyone. He still liked to have a few drinks and hangout but drugs, getting black out drunk, fighting, it wasn't him anymore. It hadn't been for years.


"Lucky me. I guess this means I get to pick a room first," he shrugged as he picked his bags back up and wandered down the hallway. He picked a room with a view of the ocean, and of course it had two queen beds which made him wonder who he'd bunk with. He hoped that whoever it was, there wouldn't be any drama but he was sure that it was almost impossible. He'd been talked into coming here by the same person who had probably talked everyone into coming. Kat. He hoped that he wouldn't be sharing a room with June. He felt too much guilt over their history, stuff June didn't even know about and hopefully never would. He walked back into the den just as there was another knock, watching intently as Kat opened the door.

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[apolla]

[div class=container] [div class=hold][div class=img][/div] [div class=name]Cameron [div class=smaller][div class=overflow style="padding-right: 20px"]mood: anxious | tags: Benjamin & Kat ( jasmyn ); Jacobi ( Reigning King ) [/div][/div][/div] [div class=follow]follow[/div][/div] [div class=center][div class=moodboard] [div class=aesthe style="background-size: 100%"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(http://cdn.cichic.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/1/4/14107482103-1/golden-round-toe-chunky-sequin-fashion-high-heeled-shoes.jpg)"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1751/5037/products/itgirl-shop-heart-metallic-minimalistic-chain-choker-19219567698_1200x1200.png?v=1566839974)"][/div]
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Would those changes stick around her friends? Or would she revert back into her shy ways, as habit?

Internally groaning, she finally knocked on the door and pulled her hand back immediately, biting her lip as she waited for the door to open. Glancing around, she didn't see anyone else approaching, which was probably a good thing for her nerves. She couldn't help but feel anxious, waiting to see who opened the door, who was already here. Who would arrive.

Hating feeling that way, she tried to shove the butterflies aside, though they just came back full force when the door opened to reveal Jacobi. She breathed a little easier upon seeing him, a smile lighting up her face. She stepped into the house, hugging him. "It's so nice to see you!" She saw Kat nearby, and Benjamin, too. They both looked similar, but so, so different.

Moving past Jacobi, she waved to Kat and Ben, trying not to think of the past she had with both of them. There were alot of things she didn't want to think while she was here. The jealousy she'd once felt towards Kat; the night with Benjamin, rushing him to the hospital; the job she'd had since a few months post grad that she couldn't tell a soul about...

Clearing her thoughts, she moved further into the house. "God, it's still beautiful." She commented. She really had missed it out here. Turning to the others, she met their gazes for a moment. "How have you guys been?" [/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class=c]code by: lavendre [/div] [class=container]height: 400px; max-width: 350px; padding: 15px; background: #e1e1e1; margin: auto; --button: #ff7676; --active: #303030 [/class] [class=hold]height: 23%; width: 91%; padding: 5%; top: 0%; position: relative; background: white; border-radius: 7px; margin: auto; filter: grayscale(20%); [/class] [class=name]display: inline-block; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; position: relative; top: -4vw; left: 5%; transition: 0.8s [/class] [class=smaller]font-size: 8px; color: #909090; font-weight: 600; font-smoothing: antialiased; height: 27px; width: 120px; overflow: hidden [/class] [class=img]height: 99%; width: 28%; display: inline-block; background-image: url(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/QuarrelsomeMiserlyCarp-size_restricted.gif); background-size: 190%; background-position: 50% 80%; filter: grayscale(5%) saturate(90%); border-radius: 30%; border: 2px solid var(--button); cursor: pointer [/class] [class=follow]height: 2; width: 50px; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; background: var(--button); border-radius: 3px; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; position: relative; top: 40%; float: right; transition: 0.5s [/class] [class name=follow state=hover]background: var(--active); cursor: pointer [/class] [class name=black]background: var(--active) [/class] [class name=blackt]color: var(--active) [/class] [class name=pink]color: var(--button) [/class] [class=center]height: 57%; width: 89%; padding: 3%; top: 5%; position: relative; background: white; border-radius: 7px; margin: auto; overflow: hidden; text-align: center [/class] [class=moodboard]height: 100%; width: 100%; color: transparent; font-size: 19px; z-index: 5; overflow: hidden; line-height: 85px; position: relative; top: 4%; transition: 0.5s [/class] [class=high]top: -7% [/class] [class=low]top: 4% [/class] [class=overflow]height: 100%; width: 100%; overflow: auto; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 30px [/class] [class=aesthe]display: inline-block; border-radius: 4px; height: 36%; width: 25%; background-image: url(https://data.whicdn.com/images/313858369/large.jpg); background-size: cover; [/class] [class=text]height: 65%; width: 100%; font-size: 0.7em; text-align: justify; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; transition: 0.4s [/class] [class=vis]opacity: 1 [/class] [class=c]width: 100%; font-size: 10px; opacity: 0; text-align: center [/class] [script class=follow on=click] addClass black follow addClass up moodboard removeClass down moodboard addClass high moodboard removeClass low moodboard addClass pink name removeClass blackt name addClass vis text [/script] [script class=img on=click] removeClass black follow removeClass up moodboard addClass down moodboard removeClass high moodboard addClass low moodboard addClass blackt name removeClass pink name removeClass vis text [/script] [class name=up] animation-name: {post_id}up; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 1.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=up] [keyframe=0]height: 100%[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]height: 30%;[/keyframe] [/animation] [class name=down] animation-name: {post_id}down; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 1.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=down] [keyframe=0]height: 30%[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]height: 100%[/keyframe] [/animation]

 

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[div class=textcontainer][div class=textbox]If there was ever a time for Frontier Airlines to not be a complete steaming pile of maggot-y dog shit left outside to solidify, it would have been that morning, and that morning only. Having worked a late shift at the bar until three in the morning and then proceeding to leave for the airport by six, June was not the most accomodating traveller the airline was bound to handle that day. He was exhausted and frazzled and severely lacking leg room, the holy trinity of defining emotions when flying with Frontier. On top of the usual discomfort, however, the tattoo artist had the rotten luck of being seated directly in front of a kicking, demonic, little snot child, the worst category of human in June's books by a long shot. Even with how astronomically low the cost of the ticket was, this was absolutely not worth it.

By the time he landed on the coast, however, his mood soared with the humid temperatures, and his adventurous spirit kicked right back up to its usual unpredictable levels. He loved nature and he loved seeing old friends, even if things weren't the same as they used to be back when they were just untamed, nihilistic kids looking to find the next adrenaline rush and scrape by on their midterms before the world ripped their spirits to shreds.

And boy, had it done exactly that.

If anyone asked, June would say he had spent the last five years pursuing his dream of being an artist, pursuing a degree in graphic design and taking on an apprenticeship at a nearby tattoo parlor. If he was being truly honest, however, he'd admit that the majority of that time was spent tattooing his fellow inmates down the hall from his cell, drawing up designs on the shabby sketchpads they'd provided him, and sneaking a book or two from the prison library in an attempt to read up on some of the material he'd need if he eventually returned to school. It wasn't that he was ashamed of the time he had served; the experience as a whole had been like getting hit with a bus of emotional maturity that he had lacked in high school. Whenever people caught onto that fact from their nearest gossip mill, however, the lingering gazes and wrinkled noses weren't lost on the man as he physically sensed the dip in respect aimed his way.

By the time his Lyft made it to the beach house where his old group was (hopefully) waiting for him, the dopey smile had returned to June's lips as he practically barrelled up the walkway and burst through the familiar front door. The mansion was just as grandiose as he remembered it being, and a wave of nostalgia nearly knocked him over with the sheer intensity of it. He'd made a lot of memories and a lot of mistakes in this house, none of which he could ever forget (not for a lack of trying, he could tell you that much).

"Welcome back to hell, fuckers!" he called out to whoever was in listening range, announcing his arrival long before his form emerged where Kat, Ben, and Cam had gathered. A broad smile broke out onto his face as he dropped his bags and individually hugged every one of them. He was a hugger. He couldn't help it. "Man, it's been forever. You guys look so different but exactly the same, you know what I mean?" The same could be said for himself, if he was being honest. The only real differences from his high school self involved the tattoos, piercings, and bulkier muscle mass on his otherwise lean frame. "When are the other sickos getting here?"

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[clarinetti]

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If anything, the place looked better than she remembered it. Part of that was nostalgia, but mostly it was the absence of trash piles or hordes of rangy teenagers. Kat’s parties were famous for being smashing affairs, often spilling out from the house onto the beachfront in impromptu bonfires or late night dips, but in their aftermath often left the building a bit worse for wear. Her eyes couldn’t find any traces of that time now though, no dents, scrapes or stains to be seen that would hint at its great history.

Shaking off the thought, Olivia turns off the ignition and steps outside the car, noting the vehicles already present. She’s been mentally gritting herself for this moment ever since accepting the invitation, mulling over the whirlwind of high school and cringing in remembrance. Now however, basking in the sunlight as the breeze brings a tang of salt and seaweed, the girl feels oddly at ease. She couldn’t speak of the kind of people her friends had become since graduation, but liked to think they’d agreed to this trip for the same reason: to reminisce on the good times and patch any old wounds up. To come all this way just to rehash old arguments and feuds… she didn’t want to think any of them would be so petty. If they were here, it was because they each yearned to reconnect with each other, with the people who helped make their formative years a bit more bearable.

Or that’s what she was hoping for, anyways. If it ended up just being an excuse to rip each other apart over old crap, well, she'd be the first one to hop onto the 405 and bail.

Chugging down the last bit of cold brew, Liv chucks the bottle in the backseat while grabbing her backpack from the trunk. With some effort the bag is hefted over her shoulder, and after one more calming breath, she crosses the driveway towards the open entrance. The voices carry out to the open deck, their jubilant tones lifting her spirits. Just before the doorframe the girl slows, a grin curling her lips as the conversation grows clearer to her ears. She was planning to play it cool, present herself as the cultured, suave young lady she tries to be (at least when sober). Instead, she settles for whistling loud enough to catch the gang’s attention and jokingly raises her hand. “Sickos? Present and accounted for!” Liv declares before stepping into view, posing as if to say ‘Ta-da!’. It’s decidedly silly, a callback to the kind of enthusiastic, exaggerated antics she used to do in her teenage years. She hopes it’s nostalgic enough to repress any negative reactions she might get from a few of the faces present, at least for now.

Shrugging her sack off to the side, she steps forward to greet them, smiling brightly all the while. “Oh god, look at you guys- when’d we get so old?! But seriously, you all look great-“ She pauses to point out Cam and Kat “Especially you ladies- vee cute.” she continues, taking in the lot of them with equal parts warmth and curiosity. “So, how’s it been- You guys get here alright? Do we know when the others are showing up?”
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location:: Beach House

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[div class=name]Olivia Stratton[/div]


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[jasmyn]

Katherine Taylor

Kat greeted Cam with a hug and as more and more people started to show up, she became even more excited that she had managed to pull this off. She imagined it being a lot harder to get everyone in one house but here they all were. "June! Liv!" she shouted out as the both walked up within moments of one another. "I'm so glad you guys came!" she said as she motioned for everyone to come inside the house. She smiled at Olivia's compliment and struck a playful pose, laughing a little as she did so. "Us? Look at you, Liv! You seriously look like you have barely aged! I need to know you secret!" she said in response to her friend.


As everyone filled the living area she started to tell them about the rooming situation. "We only have four rooms, as you may remember, so most of us will have to bunk together." she said with a shrug. She was okay with sharing a room with pretty much any of her old friends. All three spare rooms had 2 queen beds, while the master suite had a kind sized bed since it was used mostly by her parents.



"I think Cade and Harlan are the only ones not here yet. I haven't heard from them so I'm not sure when they will get here." she shook her head as she checked her phone for any possible messages from them. "You guys can pick out rooms if you want. I figure once everyone is here we can get the grill going out on the back porch and cook something. I'm sure everyone is starving from all the traveling." she suggested with a grin.

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[apolla]

[div class=container] [div class=hold][div class=img][/div] [div class=name]Cade [div class=smaller][div class=overflow style="padding-right: 20px"]mood: "This should be fun... right?" | tags: June ( sox ); Olivia ( clarinetti ); Kat ( jasmyn ); Cam [/div][/div][/div] [div class=follow]follow[/div][/div] [div class=center][div class=moodboard] [div class=aesthe style="background-size: 100%"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(https://images.firstwefeast.com/complex/images/c_limit,f_auto,fl_lossy,q_auto,w_768/bwlzb21sbhchstoxvv6d/whiskey)"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(https://d2hhj3gz5jljkm.cloudfront.net/796/35387/3fe0/4433/807d/07cdeaafe468/original/316052.jpg)"][/div]
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Boy had they been pissed when he told them he was leaving for a little while.

A smirk toyed at his lips at the thought. They would wait for him, of that he was sure. But maybe he needed this vacation more than he thought. Fresh air and a fresh atmosphere could make for a bomb ass new song. But still... he didn't think anyone was actually looking forward to his presence.

When the house came into view, he parked his shitty old Toyota and got out. For a moment he just stared, but then he grabbed his duffel bag and guitar case and headed inside. Refusing to look nervous, he kept his face impassive until he spotted June. "Well, damn. Look what the cat dragged in."

He recognized the others, which surprised him. "I expected more people." He stated honestly, still standing there. "What's the room situation?" His eyes landed on Kat, since he didn't know she'd just said everyone could pick whatever room they wanted. "Anyone else coming?" [/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class=c]code by: lavendre [/div] [class=container]height: 400px; max-width: 350px; padding: 15px; background: #e1e1e1; margin: auto; --button: #ff7676; --active: #303030 [/class] [class=hold]height: 23%; width: 91%; padding: 5%; top: 0%; position: relative; background: white; border-radius: 7px; margin: auto; filter: grayscale(20%); [/class] [class=name]display: inline-block; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; position: relative; top: -4vw; left: 5%; transition: 0.8s [/class] [class=smaller]font-size: 8px; color: #909090; font-weight: 600; font-smoothing: antialiased; height: 27px; width: 120px; overflow: hidden [/class] [class=img]height: 99%; width: 28%; display: inline-block; background-image: url(https://media1.tenor.com/images/475e8f90e01c0614ba22df96d0e071c5/tenor.gif?itemid=15126721); background-size: 220%; background-position: 50% 80%; filter: grayscale(5%) saturate(90%); border-radius: 30%; border: 2px solid var(--button); cursor: pointer [/class] [class=follow]height: 2; width: 50px; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; background: var(--button); border-radius: 3px; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; position: relative; top: 40%; float: right; transition: 0.5s [/class] [class name=follow state=hover]background: var(--active); cursor: pointer [/class] [class name=black]background: var(--active) [/class] [class name=blackt]color: var(--active) [/class] [class name=pink]color: var(--button) [/class] [class=center]height: 57%; width: 89%; padding: 3%; top: 5%; position: relative; background: white; border-radius: 7px; margin: auto; overflow: hidden; text-align: center [/class] [class=moodboard]height: 100%; width: 100%; color: transparent; font-size: 19px; z-index: 5; overflow: hidden; line-height: 85px; position: relative; top: 4%; transition: 0.5s [/class] [class=high]top: -7% [/class] [class=low]top: 4% [/class] [class=overflow]height: 100%; width: 100%; overflow: auto; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 30px [/class] [class=aesthe]display: inline-block; border-radius: 4px; height: 36%; width: 25%; background-image: url(https://images.8tracks.com/cover/i/008/659/642/tumblr_mbprr2Nof01riza43o1_500-5676.jpg?rect=0,0,500,500&q=98&fm=jpg&fit=max); background-size: cover; [/class] [class=text]height: 65%; width: 100%; font-size: 0.7em; text-align: justify; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; transition: 0.4s [/class] [class=vis]opacity: 1 [/class] [class=c]width: 100%; font-size: 10px; opacity: 0; text-align: center [/class] [script class=follow on=click] addClass black follow addClass up moodboard removeClass down moodboard addClass high moodboard removeClass low moodboard addClass pink name removeClass blackt name addClass vis text [/script] [script class=img on=click] removeClass black follow removeClass up moodboard addClass down moodboard removeClass high moodboard addClass low moodboard addClass blackt name removeClass pink name removeClass vis text [/script] [class name=up] animation-name: {post_id}up; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 1.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=up] [keyframe=0]height: 100%[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]height: 30%;[/keyframe] [/animation] [class name=down] animation-name: {post_id}down; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 1.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=down] [keyframe=0]height: 30%[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]height: 100%[/keyframe] [/animation]

 

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One thing that Harlan had almost entirely eradicated from his life since high school had ended was monotony. He had spent years now living in total reckless spontaneity that, for better or worse, had enriched his life in various different ways. Being of the mind that everything in life was temporary, and some things were meant to come and go in flashes of the good and the bad memories which made up the whirlwind of life, Harlan had almost been reluctant to agree to this. Some things were meant to be left alone, and relations accumulated throughout adolescence rarely lasted. Life had been good for Harlan, that much was mostly true, his efforts to un-complicate everything had been successful. Well, that was mostly thanks to his ability to remain unattached to anything or anyone for very long.

All of this Harlan considered while barreling down the highway at a speed that was eventually going to get him pulled over if he was unlucky enough to speed by a cop who was having a bad day. His companion since graduation, the Honda his parents had gifted him was the only thing Harlan had maintained a consistent good relationship with, and he trusted it and himself a little too much when it came to driving.

He had already been on a road trip of sorts when it was time to head to the beach house, and he had awakened bright and early in a hotel room that morning, packed his small suitcase and backpack neatly and headed out. He had been driving now for nearly ten hours, a good full day of travel. He was rarely bothered by long trips, because ever since leaving high school and rejecting the social norm of college, he had just gotten used to them. How Harlan supported his lifestyle surprised even him. Brief romances with different cities across the country had become a way of life, and he took temporary jobs in each one that afforded him either multiple hotels, Airbnb's, or studio apartments in sketchy neighborhoods to make a fleeting life for himself for a short time.

Of course the cities weren't the only brief romances in life, everywhere he went was marked by another fling that kept things interesting for a while. This was a quality of Harlan's that, while useful at times, usually got him into trouble. He had a distinct trademark for being a player in high school, even if he had not really meant to be. It was just his way, to be flirtatious and emotionally accommodating with other people because he enjoyed, no, loved, the attention it brought him. That considered, Harlan knew full well that the people he would soon be in the company of knew all about his ways, and would probably be a little annoyed that adulthood had barely changed him.

Still there was a steadily rising level of adrenaline that tempted him to press the gas in the car just a little harder in order to arrive just that much sooner. In the end, he did arrive, and the adrenaline sent him right out of his car and into the beach house he fondly remembered being the source of the first time he got so plastered that he blacked out. He still had no idea what happened that night, and no one ever really told him. He supposed they were sparing him the embarrassment, and if it had been something worse than drunken chaos then maybe he didn't want to know anyway.

When he went inside, he was pleased to find that the house was already full of people which would keep that adrenaline going for a while longer, despite how long he had been awake. He walked in right as Cade had inquired about sleeping situations, and standing behind the other guy he just laughed, "Pretty sure you're sleeping outside, man." He said loudly, drawing attention to himself in the room full of people.

 

[jasmyn]

Benjamin Winters

Benjamin had already gone and put his stuff up in a room, picking one with a good view when he began to hear other voices filling the house. Finally making his way out of the room he'd claimed he saw all the familiar faces and for a moment it took him back to high school. Some good memories, others not so much but they all flooded his mind.

His eyes quickly landed on her again. Cam. It was hard not to look at her and think of what could've been if he wasn't so damn stupid. He was so focused on partying that he ended up overdosing one night and if it wasn't for her, he may not have made it. Unfortunately this also strained their relationship because he was so ashamed of himself.

He said his hellos as he leaned on the back of the couch and waited for the others to decide on what they should do and who would sleep where. "I'm in the first room on the right. Whoever wants to bunk with me is welcome," he announced with a shrug. He didn't know who would take the offer but he still felt the need to make it.

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Katherine Taylor

Katherine was just about to explain the sleeping arrangements when Harlan joined the conversation, his loud voice easily recognizable. She laughed at his comment before explaining the sleeping arrangements once again. "I wasn't sure you were coming. I thought you might have changed your mind," she teased him about his being later before pointing to Cade and throwing out a 'you too' comment.

"We can get the grill started and take the cooler outside. I bought some burger stuff and sausage for us. Hope that's okay with everyone. We could always send someone on a store run for other stuff." she added, asking Ben if he'd help her out while the others found rooms. "I tried to remember what everyone liked to drink too," she said as she named off a few alcoholic drinks she'd gotten.

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Spoiler

Benjamin had already gone and put his stuff up in a room, picking one with a good view when he began to hear other voices filling the house. Finally making his way out of the room he'd claimed he saw all the familiar faces and for a moment it took him back to high school. Some good memories, others not so much but they all flooded his mind.

His eyes quickly landed on her again. Cam. It was hard not to look at her and think of what could've been if he wasn't so damn stupid. He was so focused on partying that he ended up overdosing one night and if it wasn't for her, he may not have made it. Unfortunately this also strained their relationship because he was so ashamed of himself.

He said his hellos as he leaned on the back of the couch and waited for the others to decide on what they should do and who would sleep where. "I'm in the first room on the right. Whoever wants to bunk with me is welcome," he announced with a shrug. He didn't know who would take the offer but he still felt the need to make it.

Spoiler

Katherine was just about to explain the sleeping arrangements when Harlan joined the conversation, his loud voice easily recognizable. She laughed at his comment before explaining the sleeping arrangements once again. "I wasn't sure you were coming. I thought you might have changed your mind," she teased him about his being later before pointing to Cade and throwing out a 'you too' comment.

"We can get the grill started and take the cooler outside. I bought some burger stuff and sausage for us. Hope that's okay with everyone. We could always send someone on a store run for other stuff." she added, asking Ben if he'd help her out while the others found rooms. "I tried to remember what everyone liked to drink too," she said as she named off a few alcoholic drinks she'd gotten.

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At Kat’s words Liv chuckled gleefully, internally breathing a small sigh of relief. At least things weren’t awkward between them- she wasn’t sure whether her old friend was just making the extra effort to make everyone welcome or if she was truly so excited having them here. Either way, it seemed to bring the mood up across the board, and for that she was grateful.

She’d had her doubts that everyone (Or even most people) would bother to show up, but it seemed she was proven wrong as the other two deviants from their posse arrived; the stone-cold cynic and Casanova in turn. “Psh, as if you’re one to talk, lover-boy.” Liv snarked in response, but all the same stepped over to give Harlan a quick hug and offer Cade a smile. “The drive wasn't too bad, huh? You two seem to be hanging in alright." she mused aloud as she stepped back to take them in. The three of them all hung out in the earlier years, and even in senior year they’d see each other in passing at the parties and social shindigs. Whether they were friends or people who just tolerated each other’s company, the red-head couldn’t say for sure. But she doubted Captain Charisma would decline a friendly gesture. And Cade… well, he’d never been the touchy feely type (Unless you counted that wicked uppercut), so hopefully the guy wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

Looking back as Ben and Kat went over the logistics like room setups and dinner, Liv was reminded how diligent they were, their lovely hosts and planners. Privately she wondered how long the alcohol would hold out, but on the whole it sounded like they were set for the long weekend. Sensing it was time to spring into gear, the woman shrugged the bag to rest on her shoulder. “Well, if that’s the case, lemme just chuck my stuff upstairs and I’ll help get the grill going.” she declared before slipping around the crowd and briskly making her way upstairs, a grin curling her lips as she did so.

God, they really all had grown up a bit… though some parts of the past lingered longer than others. She couldn’t have been the only one to notice Ben eyeing Cam the way he was, right? Still has it bad for her, she suspected. Well, maybe something interesting would come of that- they’d see soon enough.

Finally reaching the uppermost floor of the building, the girl was pleased to see no one had claimed her old quarters yet, that being one of the comfy beds in the converted guest-room, sunlight pouring in from the huge windows. Setting the weighty bag by the night-table, she calls down to the group, “FYI I’m up in the loft!”
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[div class=name]Olivia Stratton[/div]


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[apolla]

[div class=container] [div class=hold][div class=img][/div] [div class=name]Cameron [div class=smaller][div class=overflow style="padding-right: 20px"]mood: anxious | tags: Benjamin & Kat ( jasmyn ); Olivia ( clarinetti ); Harlan ( horrorshow ) [/div][/div][/div] [div class=follow]follow[/div][/div] [div class=center][div class=moodboard] [div class=aesthe style="background-size: 100%"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(http://cdn.cichic.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/1/4/14107482103-1/golden-round-toe-chunky-sequin-fashion-high-heeled-shoes.jpg)"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1751/5037/products/itgirl-shop-heart-metallic-minimalistic-chain-choker-19219567698_1200x1200.png?v=1566839974)"][/div]
[div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(https://ab7fa34ab601a1bf3410-b3c5d9ffb2c743810cca774a679d4f75.ssl.cf2.rackcdn.com/friendship-bracelet-banner-333904-1530847129.jpg); background-position: 50% 50%;"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0673/2291/products/Weirdosm_1024x1024.jpg?v=1511048069)"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(https://data.whicdn.com/images/298718363/superthumb.png?t=1507291721)"][/div] [/div] [div class=text][div class=overflow] Cameron could hardly believe it as her former friends arrived. One by one they appeared in the doorway, and she felt her heart swelling with love and pride. She'd always been the sappy sort, and seeing how they'd all grown into themselves just made her happy. She returned June's hug, and blushed as Olivia complimented her and Katherine.

"Oh, stop it, you." Cam laughed. "They better get here soon. I'm starving." She moved further into the home, and as if on cue, Cade and Harlan arrived. Cade, always so serious, inquired about the room situation as Harlan quipped that he was sleeping outside. Laughing again, Cam started trekking towards her old sleeping area.

She heard Olivia calling from the loft, and grinned as Cam finished her journey to one of the old rooms that she'd always claimed as hers. Dropping her bags on the edge of the bed, she plopped down onto it, looking around the familiar room. "It's like nothing has changed." She whispered to herself.

Nearly giddy with excitement now, she jumped up and bounded back downstairs. "Okay, so grill time, beach time?" She asked excitedly, popping up near Benjamin. Breathing in his scent, she was reminded of her feelings for him, but she shoved them aside. Now wasn't the time to bring up old feelings or memories. [/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class=c]code by: lavendre [/div] [class=container]height: 400px; max-width: 350px; padding: 15px; background: #e1e1e1; margin: auto; --button: #ff7676; --active: #303030 [/class] [class=hold]height: 23%; width: 91%; padding: 5%; top: 0%; position: relative; background: white; border-radius: 7px; margin: auto; filter: grayscale(20%); [/class] [class=name]display: inline-block; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; position: relative; top: -4vw; left: 5%; transition: 0.8s [/class] [class=smaller]font-size: 8px; color: #909090; font-weight: 600; font-smoothing: antialiased; height: 27px; width: 120px; overflow: hidden [/class] [class=img]height: 99%; width: 28%; display: inline-block; background-image: url(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/QuarrelsomeMiserlyCarp-size_restricted.gif); background-size: 190%; background-position: 50% 80%; filter: grayscale(5%) saturate(90%); border-radius: 30%; border: 2px solid var(--button); cursor: pointer [/class] [class=follow]height: 2; width: 50px; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; background: var(--button); border-radius: 3px; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; position: relative; top: 40%; float: right; transition: 0.5s [/class] [class name=follow state=hover]background: var(--active); cursor: pointer [/class] [class name=black]background: var(--active) [/class] [class name=blackt]color: var(--active) [/class] [class name=pink]color: var(--button) [/class] [class=center]height: 57%; width: 89%; padding: 3%; top: 5%; position: relative; background: white; border-radius: 7px; margin: auto; overflow: hidden; text-align: center [/class] [class=moodboard]height: 100%; width: 100%; color: transparent; font-size: 19px; z-index: 5; overflow: hidden; line-height: 85px; position: relative; top: 4%; transition: 0.5s [/class] [class=high]top: -7% [/class] [class=low]top: 4% [/class] [class=overflow]height: 100%; width: 100%; overflow: auto; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 30px [/class] [class=aesthe]display: inline-block; border-radius: 4px; height: 36%; width: 25%; background-image: url(https://data.whicdn.com/images/313858369/large.jpg); background-size: cover; [/class] [class=text]height: 65%; width: 100%; font-size: 0.7em; text-align: justify; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; transition: 0.4s [/class] [class=vis]opacity: 1 [/class] [class=c]width: 100%; font-size: 10px; opacity: 0; text-align: center [/class] [script class=follow on=click] addClass black follow addClass up moodboard removeClass down moodboard addClass high moodboard removeClass low moodboard addClass pink name removeClass blackt name addClass vis text [/script] [script class=img on=click] removeClass black follow removeClass up moodboard addClass down moodboard removeClass high moodboard addClass low moodboard addClass blackt name removeClass pink name removeClass vis text [/script] [class name=up] animation-name: {post_id}up; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 1.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=up] [keyframe=0]height: 100%[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]height: 30%;[/keyframe] [/animation] [class name=down] animation-name: {post_id}down; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 1.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=down] [keyframe=0]height: 30%[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]height: 100%[/keyframe] [/animation]

 

[apolla]

[div class=container] [div class=hold][div class=img][/div] [div class=name]Cade [div class=smaller][div class=overflow style="padding-right: 20px"]mood: "This should be fun... right?" | tags: Olivia ( clarinetti ); Kat & Benjamin ( jasmyn ); Cam; Harlan ( horrorshow ) [/div][/div][/div] [div class=follow]follow[/div][/div] [div class=center][div class=moodboard] [div class=aesthe style="background-size: 100%"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(https://images.firstwefeast.com/complex/images/c_limit,f_auto,fl_lossy,q_auto,w_768/bwlzb21sbhchstoxvv6d/whiskey)"][/div] / / [div class=aesthe style="background-image: url(https://d2hhj3gz5jljkm.cloudfront.net/796/35387/3fe0/4433/807d/07cdeaafe468/original/316052.jpg)"][/div]
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Olivia disappeared as well, and he heard her calling from the loft. Benjamin leaned against the couch and Katherine started listing off the alcohol she'd purchased. "You know I'm always down for whiskey." He told her as he passed, to go deposit his stuff in one of the rooms downstairs.

Once he'd done that, he ventured back out into the living room area, partly again wondering why he was here. He'd never been particularly close to anyone, not even back then. The bad boy with a temper, most people stayed out of his way, even now that he was grown.

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