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    joshua wellington was a star in his hometown.

    he played almost every sport, he was cast as the lead in the school play, he was the life of every party. there was hardly a soul alive whom he was mean to, and almost everyone knew his name. there were six students in particular who were closest to him, and despite some differences among them all, they would all agree that their high school life wouldn't have been the same if they hadn't met joshua, and they sure as hell wouldn't rhave emained a group of friends for those few years.

    when they all graduated and went their separate ways, most of them lost touch. even joshua hadn't been heard from for a while. nearly five years had passed before they all thought of joshua again, and that was only because they'd gotten a call one day, informing them of their high school friend's death.

    the news came as a shock to them all. some of them want to just accept it and try to move on, while some of the others think that the reason behind his death seems a little off. in any case, the six friends, once all close to joshua, find themselves coming together again, not just for the funeral, but also to carry out one of joshua's final wishes.

    he'd always talked about loving the beach, and his family owned a house near the coast that the group of friends often used during summer break in high school. the six of them, choosing to put past troubles between them all aside for the time being, agree to spend a week at the beach house in memory of joshua.

    but after all that time spent apart, all the unresolved issues and feelings from high school seem to be bubbling to the surface, and to add to the tension, there's still an aura of mystery surrounding joshua's death that some of them just can't quite let go of.

    a week at that beach house sounds like a recipe for disaster β€” but at least it's going to be a week none of them will ever forget.











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colby huntington
the loose canon
The last time Colby had lost someone in her life, it hadn't felt so lonely. Mostly because she hadn't actually been alone to begin with. Having to deal with the tragic loss of her mother, the only caring parent she had, seemed to cut deep into her heart in a way that never fully healed. With her brother by her side it got better. They had each other to get through it, since relying on their father for any kind of emotional support was unthinkable. It didn't matter. Colby had never once needed her father, and that never changed even as she grew up. She had someone, and that was enough to help her get through it.

Upon hearing about Joshua's death though, Colby had never felt more alone. It seemed to bring her back to high school, since that was the only other time she'd felt the same way. Everyone had graduated, Theo and her weren't really on speaking terms since he went to work for their father, and Colby ultimately ended up dropping out of school because she simply didn't have the willpower to keep putting in as much effort as she could, only to get minimal improvements in her grades. With nobody around for encouragement and so many of her relationships having soured by that point, Colby didn't feel like she had much else of a choice.

This felt much worse than that though. Like that cut in her heart had reopened and gotten deeper somehow, and was unlikely to heal ever again. It could very well be an exaggeration, but that's exactly how she felt as she rushed to pack a bag and then catch a bus to the town she grew up in. She'd promised herself that she'd never return, except for those once in a year visits to her mother's grave, but Colby never expected to lose someone she cared about so soon β€” even if they'd barely had any contact since high school.

As she sat in the driver's seat of her rented car, edging closer and closer to the beach house, the discomfort seemed to get worse. Partly because the urn full of Joshua's ashes seemed to be staring back at her through the rearview mirror, and partly because she'd been couch surfing since she'd arrived. Being on the shorter end of the height spectrum could be a good thing sometimes, but spending the three nights on a sofa was still incredibly uncomfortable. Somehow, Colby doubted she'd have gotten much sleep even on a normal bed. Her thoughts kept her awake, and she was restless. So restless, in fact, that she chose to get a move on before the sun had even risen. She was almost at the beach house now, and the sky had only just started to lighten.

Colby was already dreading this. She wasn't even sure who'd suggested the trip. It honestly could have been her, and she wouldn't have been surprised if it was. Most of the funeral was a blur. There was no way she was going to be able to get through it without a flask (though she'd packed two in her coat, to be on the safe side) and the funeral was only halfway through by the time she'd finished the very last drop. Colby could have easily proposed the entire idea while in her drunken haze, but she wasn't going to ask anyone to find out the truth. This was going to be hard enough as it was without people beginning to question her drinking habits, and god forbid they find out about the others.

So, a day later, here she was, finally pulling up outside the beach house after either agreeing to or proposing an idea that was likely a recipe for disaster. As much as she told herself in her head that this was for Joshua, she knew she'd gone through the effort of renting a car instead of catching the bus just so she'd have a way to quickly escape when things got ugly β€” and she was almost sure that was going to happen.

After cutting the engine, Colby grabbed her bag and the urn and made her way into the house using the pair of keys that Joshua's mother had given her the day before. The place clearly hadn't been used in a while. The last time Colby had been there was more than five years ago. It looked the same, but it didn't feel the same. With nothing else to do, and with clearly a lot of time on her hands till the others showed up β€” if they were going to show up β€” Colby decided to try and spruce the place up a bit. It was mainly dusting that was required, and she did a quick sweep of the house too. Despite not having slept properly in days, she still had some restless energy that needed to be put to use.

She wasn't sure what time it was by the time she'd finished. Colby was hungry, meaning she'd most likely skipped a meal, but now she really was tired, so when she sat down on the sofa to survey her work, gravity seemed to tug at the rest of her body till she was curled up and softly snoring away. It wasn't comfortable, not in the slightest, but the exhaustion took over, and before dozing off she managed to convince herself that there was still plenty of time before the others arrived.
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Said I’m alright

miss you and miss talking to you! when will you be home again?

haha i've only been gone for twenty-nine hours! i'm not a hundred per cent sure when i will be home though.

twenty-nine hours too long! i missed talking to you last night before going to bed :c !

i missed you too /(γ„’oγ„’)/~~ i'm so sorry - I had to catch up with some old high school friends

which it totally understandable! no stress at all boo! But I was wondering...

can i book in a half an hour phone call tonight? i can send you the money now if you want?


The motion of the car caused him to sway slightly in the backseat of the Uber. While many others had the luxury of being able to drive by themselves, Minho was not as blessed. There were a handful of things that he wasn’t allowed to do legally because of his epilepsy and driving just so happened to be the main one. Thank God for his roommate who would drive him to and from work, or where ever they were going for the day, otherwise, he would be stuck taking Ubers and public transport. Besides, not driving meant he was free to do other stuff in the car. Like being the car DJ and picking out the best songs to listen to. Or check his emails and respond to them or… check his OnlyFans messages.

His dark eyes were focused on the message which just appeared. One of his regular followers was requesting for a half an hour phone call tonight. Now, the additional $60 in his bank account would be an absolute blessing. On any other given day, he would have said β€˜of course!’ without a care in the world. However, he was on his way to spend the next couple of days with people from high school to pay respect to Josh. People who he was once close with and drifted away… People who he may have kept in contact but from a distance… People who would probably still remember walking in on him pissing his pants in high school and would love to do nothing better than use it against him and destroy his reputation. Would having a private half an hour phone call with one of his OnlyFans fans be… smart?

A deep frown fell onto his face as he tore his gaze away from the screen and gazed outside of the window. They were drawing ever so closer to the beach house. Instant memories filled his mind of Josh and himself sitting on the beach shore, talking about how there was just something so therapeutic about watching the ocean. The way the waves rose and crashed, before being dragged back and the movement began again. There was something metaphorical about it.

In all honesty, it probably would’ve been the perfect time for Minho to find some peace and comfort, and share his past with Josh; explain how he was obsessed with the shore and how he wished he could finally find his mother in this life. But he had been too scared. Too much of a pussy. Now it was a regret that he would have to face, and every time he thought about the beach house, all he could think was how much of a better friend he could’ve become with Josh in that very moment had he been vulnerable enough to open up to him.

Ting! Ting!

His phone chimed in his hand, causing him to strip his eyes away from the scenery and back down to his phone. It was his fan again; this time saying that she would… pay him double? His heart began to race a little as he saw the message. Was she mental? How could someone be so eager to talk to him? Pressing his lips together, he thought about it clearly. If she pay him double, it meant it could cover his next doctor appointment’s bill. Well… it was only half an hour. He could always go down to the beach by himself and chat with her, right?

Sure! I’ll message you later when I know when we can chat.

Within a matter of minutes, the Uber driver came to a break out the front of a very familiar house. Grabbing his items and thanking the driver, Minho climbed out of the car and stood in awe of the building. It looked the exact same. As the driver began to pull out of the driveway, Minho turned around to see a car was already parked up here. Was someone already here? What if it was Josh’s relatives, here to clean the place before they arrived? Would it be rude to just walk straight in?

Pressing his lips hard against each other as he thought of the various scenarios in his mind, he shifted his large backpack on his back and slipped his phone into his pocket. His boots clomped against the hardwood of the front porch as he approached the door. Well, he didn’t want to seem like some rude prick and walk in. So, instead, he lifted his hand, forming a soft fist, and knocked on the door firmly.

Knock. Knock. Knock





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  • Saint Chaison












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The screech of his car’s tires jolted Theo back to awareness, snapping him to that perfectly-poised posture his father loved to rag on about. He blinked, confused. The scene in front of him was simple, a grassy road stretching past a horizon butβ€” oh. That was it. Hours of driving had let his mind wander unbidden, the subtle twist and push of his arms and legs becoming unconscious movements, but the sight from the window was unmistakable.

He took a left, pulling his car to a stop, and stared blankly at the beach house.

β€œShit.”

It came out as little more than a whisper, but the sentiment was clear. Theo was not the deepest of thinkers, admittedly, preferring to deal with the present rather than whirl himself into a frenzy about the future, but the ice-cold wave of dread that washed over him was simple to place. He had been attempting to block out the reunion. Some selfish, terrified part of him was desperate to leave high school behind. His day-to-day life was ruthless, making his stomach lurch with guilt every time he realized what he was doing, but it was familiar, a cold respite from the unpredictability of their chaotic little coalition.

Second chances, he reminded himself. He had the opportunity to make up for all that he had doneβ€” or, at the very least, not screw things up more than he already had.

Theo rubbed at his eyes, stifling a yawn, and shifted the car into park before stepping out. He immediately winced and shielded his eyes. The sun’s rays were bright, and he often spent long, drawn-out periods inside with the blinds closed, typing away at a computer until his hands froze up with stiffness.

His sneakers scuffed against the pavement, and the sight of how clean they were made him feel sick. Every piece of clothing he owned was spotless, courtesy of the bloodstained money he dragged in every day, and Theo knew he must have looked almost infuriatingly put-together. A rich kid dragging his heels at the reunion hovered by death. He decisively put those thoughts aside for the movement, rhythmically placing his feet heel-over-toe so he wouldn’t have the energy to worry about what came next.

Convincing dear old dad to let him take a day off had been exhausting. On top of Theo’s hesitations about throwing himself back into the foray, the man had been reluctant about the practical implications of something so trivial, telling him in that same dead monotone that Theo would be responsible for keeping up with his work while he was away. The backpack slung around his shoulders was evidence enough of that. A binder full of papers, ones he didn’t dare let anyone else get near, and his laptop. He’d have to set up that transaction with Dr. Adams by the end of the night.

The sound of a knock made him look up, and Theo froze. Minho was at the door.

Flashes of ice-cold glares and anger roiling in his gut hit him, and he suddenly realized had no idea what time had done to his reputation. Minho, for their history, wasn’t the only one he had tension with. Who didn’t he have issues with? High school had been chaotic for a cacophony of reasons, but Theo’s secrecy and degrading morals were glaringly obvious ones. Golden boys didn’t get to rust without the rest of the world watching. Everyone could hate him, as he knew they had cause to, or they could have forgotten about him entirely. He had done everything he could to make the latter happen, dropping off the face of the earth for all but his yearly meetups with Colby at their mom’s grave.

And yet, he didn’t know, and he couldn’t until he manned the hell up, so Theo forced himself to keep walking. The front porch arrived far too quickly for his liking.

He hunched his shoulders, a likely noticeable gesture to make himself seem less imposing. Being the tallest in the room didn’t help when he was trying his best to keep to himself. Theo paused, hesitating a moment more, before settling on standing a respectable few feet behind Minho.

Looking out over the horizon, Theo caught a glimpse of a figure down by the beachβ€” in the water. A wry smile tugged at his lips. Saint was as subtle as a flashlight at midnight. β€œLooks Saint’s ready to swim,” He remarked as he turned his gaze back towards the door, praying someone would let them in before things got too awkward.

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imogen

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the drive to the beach house was almost painfully familiar in a way that made imogen vastly uncomfortable. a road they'd driven several times, but she supposed it looked a little different from the backseat. she'd always ridden shotgun, next to joshua and in front of theo, just so she could chat easily between the two. now, she was sat in the backseat of an uber with a driver that had gone quiet after she'd given cold, one-word responses to his attempts at small talk when she'd first gotten on. somehow, it felt like joshua's death hadn't quite settled in her heart yet, like her mind was still trying to process the grief. she'd definitely cried a lot more after her father died, but then again, imogen had never been much of a crier after that. perhaps she'd just matured.

there was an ominous feeling sitting in her throat alongside her grief, tugging at her gut, threatening to pull the contents of her stomach out and over. truthfully, imogen had spent the past few nights sleepless thinking about whether she should attend, but in the end, the desire to honour her friend's memory had her packing carefully, though it didn't help at all with the absolute dread she felt having to participate in such a reluctant reunion. at least for her, that is. since imogen was already a practised actress in either pretending they didn't exist or pretending they didn't bother her. she'd just have to brush up on her skills. and maybe, just maybe, she'd find that she didn't despise them quite as much. time heals all wounds, yes? even though she'd know first hand that wasn't quite the truth.

"miss imogen?" the driver's voice cut through her thoughts cleanly, and imogen jolted, her eyebrows creasing at his crude attempt to pronounce her name. she should change her name on the app to gigi just to avoid having her name butchered every time she took an uber. suddenly aware that she'd been pressing her nails into her wrists again, she released them awkwardly, immediately feeling uncomfortable by the absence of the sting they provided. they'd already left marks where they'd dug into her skin for god knows how long, and she resisted the urge to give in to the habit. "we'll be arriving in five minutes, or so."

she paused, her unfocused mind struggling to produce the correct answer.
"oh. thank you."
that was right. she'd been so uncharacteristically out of it the past few days, but she supposed she had a lot of mental baggage. acting on routine, she snapped open her bag, brushing her fingers gently over the top of her planner and feeling her heartbeat calm just a little. imogen shut her eyes, her fingers drumming softly on the cover of the notebook. yeah, everything would be okay. a week would go by faster than she ever thought. then she'd go see her mother for one dinner, and then she'd be back in london, far away from anything that could give her grief. she'd be safe then. a deep breath, and then she'd be ready to face it.

the coast came into view, a vast sea dyed a beautiful teal colour. the beach had always been lovely, but she'd never felt compelled to visit it after she graduated. it represented so many of the memories imogen had been trying to forget, so perhaps it was symbolic that it was here that she'd be salting up old wounds. as the vehicle neared the driveway, she leaned forward, tapping the driver gently on the shoulder.
"just here is fine."
imogen felt the smile spread instinctively across her lips as she spoke, despite her not being nearly close enough for the driver to see it. how odd for her to be smiling when her mess of emotions was anything but.

still, the smile remained on her lips as she alighted after a courteous
"thank you,"
and a measly tip that made the driver scowl. she was never much of a tipper, but it wasn't like he deserved any more; his car wasn't exactly the epitome of comfort, and he hadn't even bothered to help her with her things. she rolled her eyes as the car ambled back to the road, watching it disappear down around a turn before fixing her eyes on the dreaded beach house and the even more dreaded vagrants stood outside it. they both had their backs turned to her, but both were clearly too tall to be tessa nor colby, neither of which she was particularly excited to meet, but she supposed that was true for every attendee she was expecting to meet. out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out a figure... swimming? no, standing in the sea. her contacts made it hard for her to make out his features, but considering his half-naked appearance, it seemed like it was another man.

one of them? or a lunatic? could be both, and it didn't quite matter to her.

imogen watched him for a split-second, then glanced away with disinterest, her gaze shifting back to the two stood outside the door as she made her way over. it was easy to recognise them as she grew closer, especially theoβ€” theodore, only because it was a back silhouette she'd memorised unconsciously, as much as she hated it. the sight of him sent a bolt of inexplicable stiffness through her, her back straightening despite it already being straight, her grip on her bags tightening. as she approached cautiously imogen considered sorting out whether it was hatred or something else, but decided against it. she'd had that conversation with herself several times prior.

her eyes still trained on them, she stopped a good ways away from the two, maintaining a healthy distance between them. imogen hadn't a clue which cars belonged to whom, but she assumed someone must already be in the house, if these two were waiting outside like beggars.

her gaze flicked briefly to the door, then back. had they knocked? her mind tumbled through the possibilities before it settled on a course of action. well, there was no harm. with the confident stride she'd spent years perfecting, she walked past them, making an extra-large curve to get to the door as if she was actively avoiding being within 2 metres of themβ€” which, yeah, she wasβ€” and knocked. a sharp, double rap against the wooden door, before she stood back, crossing her arms.




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Losing someone was never easy and Tessa knew that feeling perfectly it felt surreal that just after a few years of losing the most important people in her life she would end up losing one of her closest friends, even if they were not as people would call best friends, the bond she felt towards Joshua was different, maybe it was because she saw him as a kind of savior that was there in her darker days and that somehow put a light on her life and helped find new people that even if it was unthinkable to see them together they became their friends or at least that's what she wanted to think, that after all those years their bond was still there, but the reality of life hit once again and maybe after the loss of the person that brought them together it was just a wake-up call that in reality, they didn't share anything in common and it was better if everyone continued their life and forgetting about the others, would that be easy? She wasn't really sure.

She had this idea that after losing someone it would be easier the next time, but she was wrong in reality it still felt as if someone just took your heart away and you just became the tin man of the wizard of oz trying to have a heart that could help you feel once again, and even if her emotions were a mess here still she was coming to spend time with her friends from high school as a closure for the loss of their friends, part of her knew this wouldn't be the emotional trip where all of them would talk about the good memories they did with Joshua and laugh about it and realize that maybe that their bond was still there after the loss of their dear friend, but thinking like that was just a plain lie and even if she wanted to believe that, no way would happen, she wondered how long it would take into the first argument after all their emotions were uncontrolled and even the smallest trigger would cause the third world war in that beach house.

But even with those thoughts in mind she still decided to go, she wasn't sure if it was the best way to have the closure of the loss of a friend since when her mother and stepfather died the only thing that she wanted was to be alone and not see anything, but maybe being together would be what Joshua wanted after all and pretending that they were still the good friends they were one maybe didn't hurt and was for the best or at least for her pretending that everything was okay was like her everyday life not showing how she really felt in order to not become a burden was something that Tessa managed to execute perfectly after all those years.

The travel on the bus felt eternal and she wasn't sure if she really wanted it to end, maybe this time she should have spent a little bit more money and paid for a taxi or an uber rather than waiting to make it to the stop, sure she wasn't broken, but she was for sure the type of person to save as much as she could because there wasn't really anyone to support her financially and she was sure her stepmother wouldn't be happy to hear that she needed money and it wasn't like Tessa really wanted to ask them for help after all she was just an intruder in their life.

But just like everything has a beginning it also has an ending and the long trip was over as she saw the bus getting closer to her destination, as she let out a deep sigh, she knew she couldn't escape the reality it was time to face again her friends and try to make it out of this trip without wanting to run away. Once she was down the bus and started walking towards the beach house, she noticed at the door a trio at first she couldn't make who they were but as she got closer the strangers got faces that she knew and that she wasn't sure if she was ready to face all of them at the same time.

Sure, it wasn't like she could avoid them forever, at any moment they would have to interact but at least she was expecting it would be more as a group interaction once everything was more comfortable if it even happened and it wasn't like she hated them all of them were special for Tessa in a special way, but when you had Minho, the guy which all the interactions she could remember was just them being awkward with the other and barely spoke to one another, then there was Theo, which even if she spoke more to him than she did to Minho they were not exactly super close if it was only him and Minho, Tessa wouldn't mind joining them, but the fact that Imogen was there didn't help her plan, she still remembered the mess that it caused when she took the side of Theo when they broke up, and having an ex-couple was not really the best especially when maybe at that time she needed to take the side of her stepsister rather than the side of her ex-boyfriend, but she jsut did what she thoguth it was right, and adding to that old drama, she didn't want to bring the awkward interaction of Imogen and Tessa and still pretending they were not stepsisters after all those years, she was sure that she going there was just adding to the equation of a complete mess and Tessa for sure wanted to avoid thatfor the time being.

But it wasn't like she could stay away from the beach house as she carried her belongings in the middle of nowhere, she didn't want to be seen as the crazy girl that was just standing there waiting until someone else showed up, maybe she could just move past them and go to the beach and wait until they were inside and just make her entrance as she just arrived and wasn't waiting until those three were inside the house.

As she walked towards the beach she noticed that someone was already there it didn't take her long to realize that it was Saint a small smile showed up on Tessa's face, it was nice to see someone she was close to just like she was with Joshua and just like him Saint also felt like someone she could trust and that made her feel seen, she took a seat on the sand near where his belongings were and even if Tessa was more the type of person that enjoyed the feeling of rainy days at that moment the ocean breeze was just like she needed.
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Tessa Wood

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colby huntington
the loose canon
Colby completely missed the first few knocks on the door. They weren't as loud, and with how exhausted she'd been, it barely caused her to stir. She was normally quite a deep sleeper so it probably would have escaped her notice even without the exhaustion. The next few knocks, however, were louder and more firm. Colby was startled awake, and it took her a moment to remember where she was, and why she was there. The beach house. Joshua.

And... everyone else.

A knock at the door could only mean that someone had arrived, and she wasn't expecting anyone else outside of their group of six. For a moment, Colby considered not getting up. On the drive up, she'd convinced herself that this reunion was a good thing, and that they were doing it for Joshua. But as she continued to lay there on the couch, plucking imaginary rose petals in an attempt to try and determine who was at the door, Colby realised that there were really only two faces she'd be happy to see. Well, one, since with Tessa she was indifferent, but at least she didn't have any beef with her. There were no longstanding problems that were bound to come up after spending a week together in that house. The same couldn't be said for three others in their little group of friends.

With a sigh, she forced herself to sit upright before swinging her legs off the couch and walking to the door. She hadn't bothered to take her shoes off so her steps were loud and heavy underneath the weight of her boots. Colby hesitated in front of the door for a moment. She'd made the decision to go through with this weekend so she couldn't back out now, but that didn't make this any easier. And, as luck would have it, the fates clearly didn't want anything to be any easier. When she turned the handle and swung open the door, she came face to face with the exact three people she'd been hoping she wouldn't have to encounter first. While she knew it was inevitable, she still felt like she had a little extra time before having to deal with them. But having to see all of them at once, standing on the porch and waiting to be let inside? Colby wasn't even sure what to do or say.

All three people had been big parts of her life at one point. Imogen had been the first to go, favouring popularity over real friendships. At least, that's how Colby always viewed it. And then there was her brother. Though she met him once every year, their reunions were always bittersweet. Colby missed Theo, but the anger blinded her so much sometimes that she rarely stopped to think about all the good times she'd had with him. When she looked at him, she only felt betrayed. Maybe she was making it a bigger deal than it needed to be, in her head, but she also didn't see that changing any time soon.

And then there was Minho. Colby decided to speak up before she let her mind jump down that rabbit hole.

"Hi." Her voice came out softer than she'd intended, and raspier which was a side effect of having just woken up. What else was she supposed to say? That it was nice to meet them? Colby had lied about many things in the past but saying something like that would just be poor acting. "Uh, come on in." She moved out of the way and opened the door a little wider. As she did, she recognised two figures in the distance. One was off in the sea, and it didn't take her long to figure out who that was. The other was seated in the sand. The idea of running off to join them was tempting, but Colby forced herself to stand her ground. She'd done plenty of running and ignoring when she faced confrontation in the past. She couldn't keep doing that forever.
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minho kang


















Said I’m alright

He heard a car pulling up behind him. For a solid few moment, Minho stood there debating if he should even bother turning around. Why was he even here if he didn’t want to see anyone or face certain people? Well, it seemed like he was a sucker for last wishes. There was no way he could say no to something like this. And if he did… well, wouldn’t that just look so peachy on his character, right? The sound of the car door slamming shut cause him to jump from his thoughts. He had been expecting to hear the sounds of footsteps trail up to the house behind him but… They didn’t.

Curiously, Minho turned around to see the figure of Saint walking towards the water. Wait. Saint. The one person that he was still on good terms with was walking away. Well, great. It just meant that he had to look forward to a heap of grumpy people after this, right? Ah man, he spoke too soon. Because his dark eyes managed to land on Theo who was now approaching. The anger boiled up inside of him just at the mere sight of the man before him.

Mr. β€˜Got-his-shit-together-and-top-student-going-to-spread-rumours-around-cause-I’m-jealous-of-anyone-else-suceeding’ was making his way over, hunching his shoulders. Why did the hunched shoulders make him feel even more angry upon seeing them? Theo stopped a few feet behind him before making some sort of remark about Saint already going for a swim. Remarkably, unconsciously, Minho pressed his lips tight and responded with a soft β€˜mmhm’, before taking a small shuffle forward. Lord, please, get me out of this. Send anyone to get me out of this situation. Anyone.

And then she arrived.

Jesus Christ. God really wasn’t trying to make it easy for him, was he? With Theo, he felt nothing but hurt and anger towards the boy. But to her – Imogen – who was currently making her way up towards the door, he felt nothing but… fear. Instantly, the harsh ice complexion that he had thrown at Theo prior had melted away and left standing there was a scared, timid boy as Imogen came to a complete stop. So what if Imogen had witnessed him pissing his pants in high school because of a seizure? Well, for some odd reason, it meant everything to Minho. It completely and utterly left him defenceless and well, he felt like she had something that she could hold against him.

Wait – what was she doing? Startled, and feeling his heart leap from his chest abandoning ship, Minho swiftly moved out of the way for Imogen even though she took that extra-large curve. Her hand formed a fist, raised it to the door and then gave a sharp knock against the wood. Jesus. If she could knock on the door like that, imagine what she’d be able to do to someone’s skull. Involuntarily, Minho allowed a small gulp in the back of his throat as his eyes turned back towards the door; praying that someone could save him from this awkwardness. There was nothing worse than standing at a door with someone who had a secret about you and someone who spread rumours about you in high school.

Ah, he spoke too soon.

Because Colby opened up the door.

Now, it wasn’t like he had bad beef with the girl. Oh, far from it. In fact, there had been a time in his life where he considered her to be one of his closest friends. And well… maybe there were other feelings floating along in there too. However, things got a bit messy. He was confused and so unsure about what he was doing with his life and well… Things just sort of… ended with them? It had been years since he had seen her. I mean, it didn’t mean that it had been years he had thought about her. In fact, she had been the topic of some of his therapy sessions. But it had been years since he had physically laid his eyes upon her.

There she was. Good old Colby. Of course, time had done her well and she had grown up. But she still looked the same. She still had her same aura presenting as she stood before them. And well, those same feelings in the pit of his stomach which he had thought had been long gone were making themselves known as he stood there slightly stunned. There were so many things he wanted to ask her right there and then. Why did she cut ties with him? What was this horrible thing that he did that made her run away from his life? However, this wasn’t the time nor place for it.

Her soft voice brought him back to that moment they had in high school, lying on the grass together. Minho had just finished having a seizure that Colby guided him through, and he was taking his time to get up from the grass. So, Colby laid down next to him and the pair of them just watched the clouds roll by. Her soft voice noting the different objects the clouds were forming. Bright eyes shining as a wide grin spread across her shining face. Minho wanted to smile softly and fondly at Colby as she invited them in. But, for some odd reason, the hurt was shadowing over the good times.

So, instead, he opted for a small smile, his lips pressed against his each other, a small head bow and a muttered β€˜thank you’ before making his way through the door and into the house. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought, wasn’t it?






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  • Saint Chaison












β™‘design by dreamglow, coded by uxieβ™‘
 
the broken ace
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mood = pls don't kill me.
location = beach house.
outfit = standard shit.
interactions = minho, imogen, colby, saint.

Predictably enough, Minho practically ignored him. It surprised Theo that he’d even gotten a mumble of a response, what with the tension settling like smog in the air, and he didn’t blink at the guy’s not-so-subtle shuffle to get away from him. It would be easier for both of them. Whereas a few years ago, Theo’s eyes would have lit aflame, bitter at the distaste Minho had for his very existence, he now had nothing but the ashes of passivity.

A set of familiar footsteps caught his attention, the flair of Imogen’s stride blowing past the two of them with that same need to avoid. Theo opened his mouth, as if to say something, but shut it within the second. Even he could tell she didn’t want to talk.

It was difficult, though, to watch her knock at the door as if she’d never seen him in her life. They had been friends before they’d been the disaster couple of the year. Imogen was a woman easily dismissed as heartless, defined by the need to keep her life spotless, but Theo missed the kid who used to swing at the park with him after school got out.

His nostalgia only increased tenfold when Colby opened the door. His sister, her eyes dull and her steps heavy, forcing out a greeting that did nothing for the visible strain on everyone’s faces. Theo wanted nothing more than to run and hide. It was the same jump of his pulse that accompanied him every time he forced himself to talk to her. To hold out on that promise that he made to his mother’s photo, that no, he wasn’t giving up just yet, he could be stronger than the boy who held a gun at the snap of his father’s fingers. Clenching his jaw against his mind’s push to retreat, Theo forced out a β€œthanks” and walked in.

Next to come was Saint, likely drawn from the water by his friend’s arrival. Though he wouldn’t admit it, the smile the guy gave him was relieving, because hey, maybe not everyone in this beach house hated his guts. Theo returned it with a faint grin and nod of his own.

Tessa too, he realized, was a friendly face he had yet to see. They hadn’t talked in a while, mostly because he had become a master of all but vanishing from the face of the earth. But he remembered how she’d listened to him, his strained admission of guilt when he broke things off with Imogen, and she’d seen more than the asshole jock he knew he was. She was a kind person, if a quiet one, and would likely be a welcome peaceful influence on the beach house.

Theo shrugged his backpack off his shoulders. It wasn’t too heavy, considering the textbook-filled monstrosities they’d all lugged around in highschool, but carrying it in one hand felt less awkward inside. He wondered if he should take off his shoes. After a moment of deliberation, along with seeing Colby’s still boot-clad feet, he shuffled further in with his infuriatingly clean sneakers.

β€œSo,” He said, one hand ruffling through his hair as he spoke to Colby. She seemed the least likely to stab him after Saint, who was talking to Minho, and he would have felt like an even worse older brother if he didn’t check in with her. β€œHow was the trip, Col? I know it’s been, uh, a while.” He held back a flinch at the awkward lilt of his tone. Of course it had been a while, Huntington, they’d all graduated and now Joshua was fucking dead. It seemed all his brain cells had vanished to the oh-so-useful realms of β€˜threatening people’ and β€˜looking through mounds of paperwork’.

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imogen

shangguan



the primadonna








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she flinched when the door swung open, albeit discreetly, despite the heavy footsteps that had heralded colby's arrival. the other girl had never bothered to walk quietly, something that didn't bother imogen until they'd fallen out. it was that way with a lot of thingsβ€” it was easier to overlook them, to be oblivious to it when you weren't at each other's throats half the time. colby greeted them hoarsely before stepping aside invitingly, "come on in."

didn't need to tell her twice.
"thank you."
imogen said politely, though her voice lacked any sort of warmth to accompany the appreciative comment. she gave a curt nod as she passed, her bag swinging lightly from her arm as she slipped past colby, not even willing to brush against her sleeve. the distance comforted her even slightly, though she found her expression hadn't soured like before upon seeing her old friend. that was a change, she supposed.

her phone buzzed from her pocket as she crossed the threshold into the nostalgic setting of josh's beach house, the familiarity of it somewhat painful. stationing herself by the door, she checked the notification. her mother, obviously.

"you should come home for a bit after you're done with them. we didn't finish our conversation at the funeral." not a request, but a demand. i wasn't done checking up on you. there wasn't much to check up on, to be truthful. she emailed her her grade summaries after every term and she had a permanent spot in the bbc field for any acceptance emails for internships, embarrassingly so. but changed as she was convinced she was, imogen reached for her planner nonetheless.

her fingers had just brushed the leather covering when the door opened behind her, the wood narrowly missing her back and instead, hitting her bag. her hand shot out to avoid impact, and imogen hurriedly side-stepped, staring daggers at the newest arrival. he was clearly dishevelled, the same uncouth and ill-mannered boy he was in high school. saint made a beeline for minho and colby, and imogen didn't bother hiding her distaste at the sight of him, though she did look away from the group. was it for appearances? to look busy? whatever it was, she peered out the window she was stood behind, only then spying the last of their group coming up from the beach as well.

it had been a while since she'd seen tessa, though more recently than the rest. two summers, to be exact, that she'd made up some excuse or another to avoid coming back. a trip with friends two years ago, then an internshipβ€” anything to get more time away from her mother. tessa had been collateral, but it seemed the absence did their relationship some favours, though, since her sister might as well be the one person imogen was looking forward to see. having been partially liberated from their home environment had been enough to clear her mind, enough to see that some of the hate she'd tossed on the other girl was decidedly unfair, and imogen thought herself mature enough now to be above that.

now, she just had to mend the bridge she'd burned quite ruthlessly years ago, and how she'd go about that was something imogen was still trying to figure out. trying was an understatement, honestly, since all she did was think about it while accompanied by her extremely helpful anxiety. she'd almost become too good at coming up with perfectly reasonable reasons why she couldn't do anything about it. she'd heard that tessa had fallen sick last summer, and she'd considered messaging her, hovered over her contact (having been upgraded from don't reply to tessa young, finally), before busying herself with a conveniently due assignment.

and, she decided, she wasn't quite ready for that yet. her gaze flicked to the top of the stairwell leading to the house's upstairs, then down to her hand as her phone buzzed. an email from her professor. imogen needed to update her planner. the others had moved onto half-hearted socialisation, and it seemed hearing theo's voice was all the cue she needed.
"i,"
she started as she made her way to the stairwell, hand already reaching into her tote-bag,
"will be choosing my room first."
her words were quite evidently a statement, announced to no one in particular. imogen kept her steps steady as she climbed briskly, her mind seized up as she worried that she was walking too fast, too panicky. she didn't actually care much about the rooms, darting instinctively into the one she'd occupied most often; it was just suffocating being down there. the moment she shut the door behind her, her shoulders loosened up and she let out a sigh.

this was going to be a long week.




unhear the moon?



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Something about seeing Saint on the ocean felt comforting, maybe it was the fact that he was someone special and close to her heart that in this kind of moments it made her realize that she was thankful to see him again even if the circumstances of their encounter were not the happiest.

It didn't take long until Saint was back on the shore she was received with the voice of the guy telling her that the day was pretty and in fact, it was a pretty day. It was kind of ironic that she realized that on another occasion she wouldn't have paid attention to the weather, but this time it felt different, she realized that even after the loss of Josh, the world still showed the beauty of it and it moved on even if he wasn't there anymore.

Tessa stared at the guy as he made his best to dry himself with his own hands, it was obvious there was some tension and awkwardness in the air, and before she realized Saint already excused himself as he told her he would see her inside. She was sure he didn't have bad intentions and was trying to give Tessa her own space, but in fact, she didn't want to be alone especially when she just wanted to be with the people she cared about and the rest of the group were not exactly the type of people who would be the best company. It was already difficult to start a conversation with Minho, right now it would be ten times more awkward, and she didn't want to think about the tension that would be between her and Imogen. It was already getting tiresome having to pretend they were not stepsisters and adding that their relationship was falling apart into more pieces as time passed.

As she let out a deep sigh she grabbed her things and walked towards the house, she couldn't run away, she needed to face help old friends and maybe it wouldn't be that bad and would be comforting, that's what all of them needed, right? Time together to maybe mend the mistakes and help with their emotional wounds.

When she made it to the house everyone was already inside and she just arrived as Saint was saying he would throw them into the ocean if they pull the I'm older card and Imogen excluding herself to go and pick her room, two completely different scenarios just in the same room, maybe she just lied to herself thinking that it wouldn't be that bad. It was obvious it couldn't be more awkward, she felt as if they were just strangers that meet for the first time, and maybe they were after all the years that passed all of them changed and the delusional side of Tessa didn't want to accept that and just wanted to turn back in time to where everyone was happy and they were not mourning the death of their friend.

She walked towards Minho and Saint as the siblings were already in what was supposed to be a conversation and she didn't want to interrupt, and she didn't want to look like the antisocial she was "Is nice to see you Minho, I'm glad you were able to come" She said trying not to sound as awkward as she felt in the inside.
Location: Beach house | Mood: Emotional
Outift: Here | Interactions: weldherwings weldherwings Uxie Uxie solarsaphia solarsaphia dreamglow dreamglow natasha. natasha.
Tessa Wood

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