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LowkeyLovingLoki · Dec 10, 2020

bend over backwards

Rome, at this point, was waiting for Callum to snap. For him to stop holding back and to be the toxic asshole they all knew he was, even Oat. It wasn't that Rome wanted to ruin their night, or even that he wanted Callum to be upset. He just didn't want Oat to be fooled and to fall back into the same toxic relationship with Callum that he'd had before. Despite what Callum may have believed, Rome had never convinced Oat to break up with his boyfriend. He'd only listened to Oat's complaints, his issues in the relationship, and anyone with half a brain could see that their relationship was far from healthy. It was lost on Rome how ironic that was, considering his own relationship; as observant as he was, he was not logical.

He scoffed when Callum told him to share, shaking his head. Once again, thinking Rome was possessive over Oat. Thinking the two loved each other in a way that was more platonic. He ignored the comment, knowing when not to feed the beast, but glared at Callum as he continued to try to guilt-trip Oat. He opened his mouth to say something, when Jace spoke.

Rome whipped his head around to Jace so fast he almost broke his neck. He hadn't even noticed Jace walking up, too engrossed in his rage and contempt towards Callum. Rome's cheeks burned as Jace spoke, and his stomach churned. He didn't even know Jace and Callum were... friends, apparently, but he did know that Jace had absolutely no involvement nor knowledge of the situation he was placing himself in. And even without thinking about Oat, Rome was hurt. He and Jace were supposed to be friends. Rome even had a crush on him, for God's sake, although that was dying more and more every day. God, Rome was so sick of letting the men he thought he was in love with treat him like shit, just because Rome was always stupid enough to go running back.

"Fuck off, Jace," he bit out, in rare, perfect English. "Where is part involve you? I don't see it." He would have said more, but then Oat was speaking to Callum. And Rome subsequently wanted to rip his hair out. He loved Oates, really, more than anything in the world, but sometimes his friend just needed to stick up for himself. Oh, well. After the week he'd had, Rome was filled with enough rage to speak for them both.

"Oh my- Take fucking hint, Callum," he said, none too quietly. He was really past the point of caring. "He don't want you. You toxic. You are manipulate, and lie, and guilt-trip. Make change entire personality before talk Oat again. Honestly, think for second. 'Don't love you, Oat, don't love you, don't love you, O-M-G, why break up me? Why no want see me?' Think! Do not deserve him. Boyfriend, friend, to look at- you don't deserve. You know you don't deserve. You are embarrass yourself."

His head whipped around to Jace, fury on his features. "And you. Why you here? Where relevant you? Don't care if friend Callum, don't care if bored, don't. Care. You no better. 'Oh, I comfort friend for two minute, but when he talk feeling, I leave, because do not actually care him'. God, lucky you, no worry anymore because now cannot stand you. No crush," he clarified, shaking his head. "You want talk shit my boyfriend, but he never treat me bad as you. We are supposed be friend? Really? Don't think you know definition of word. I know definition, and I am Russian. You not deserve me, either. Toxic," he pointed at Jace, "toxic," and at Callum. "Fuck off, goodbye."

romir

MOOD: boutta end this man's whole career

LOCATION: fairgrounds

OUTFIT: a hot fit

INTERACTIONS: @mogy

hery

Winona

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Kitsune2202 · Dec 11, 2020

- Location.
Fair grounds
- Tags.
Kordei (

fin ), Nate (

Winona ), [Mentioned: Trevor, Evelyn, Eliias]
-Outfit.
Looking Good

He couldn't even bring himself to say anything? To counter? To get upset at the fact she wasn't just going to take his apology instantly? Anything? She expected something, but got nothing, and she supposed that might've been the best option. A part of her wanted to believe it meant he was actually thinking about her words, that maybe just maybe they were finally sinking in...but she wasn't going to hold her breathe either. She was past believing anything she did or said resonated with him. She supposed he was Evie's problem now.

As she left the diner she didn't look back, just just kept walking. She could feel herself still biting back tears, her eyes glossy from all the emotions still inside her, threatening to spill out and despite her best wishes the further she got from the dinner it didn't help. If anything it made her wanna just let go more because he wasn't around to see his impact on her. She rubbed her eyes wiping them before tears could fall because she didn't need a public break down. She didn't need more attention, or more reasons for media outlets to get contacting her and her manager about interviews asking questions she didn't want to answer. She didn't want this to blow up any bigger, she just wanted to heal.

She just couldn't figure out how to. She'd written about it, sang about it, talked to Charlie about it, and now him...what else was she supposed to do to get ride of all this anger, all this hurt? She wanted to go find Eli, but she always wasn't actively looking for him as she walked. She didn't want him seeing her like this and asking what was wrong or trying to help because she didn't wanna bring anyone else into this. Plus he said he was meeting with someone so she definitely didn't want a possible stranger seeing her like this. Her mood was absolutely ruined and she kind of just wanted to go home. To bad Trevor was on his date...which she couldn't tell by twitter if that was going ok or not. He might've already gone home, or he might still be around somewhere. Either way she'd probably have to Uber home now.

Lost in her thought son how to get back home and away from people she turned a corner of a stand accidently bumping into someone, "Oof, uh I'm so, so sorry. I should've been paying more attention." She apologized immediately. Though seeing where she was going was becoming more difficult with tears in her eyes. Even though she'd wiped them away you could still tell the strain her eyes have been through by the light red tint in them now. She looked up to see who she'd knocked into and of course...it was Nate. "O-oh Nate, it's you?" She was surprised, but pleasantly so that Evelyn wasn't right next to him or she'd have been mortified by this little incident. While she didn't hate Nate by any means, but considering her emotional state right now, seeing him did stir up emotions in her she thought she'd let go of, or at least didn't care about anymore.

Amethyst K. Jones

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He couldn't even bring himself to say anything? To counter? To get upset at the fact she wasn't just going to take his apology instantly? Anything? She expected something, but got nothing, and she supposed that might've been the best option. A part of her wanted to believe it meant he was actually thinking about her words, that maybe just maybe they were finally sinking in...but she wasn't going to hold her breathe either. She was past believing anything she did or said resonated with him. She supposed he was Evie's problem now.

As she left the diner she didn't look back, just just kept walking. She could feel herself still biting back tears, her eyes glossy from all the emotions still inside her, threatening to spill out and despite her best wishes the further she got from the dinner it didn't help. If anything it made her wanna just let go more because he wasn't around to see his impact on her. She rubbed her eyes wiping them before tears could fall because she didn't need a public break down. She didn't need more attention, or more reasons for media outlets to get contacting her and her manager about interviews asking questions she didn't want to answer. She didn't want this to blow up any bigger, she just wanted to heal.

She just couldn't figure out how to. She'd written about it, sang about it, talked to Charlie about it, and now him...what else was she supposed to do to get ride of all this anger, all this hurt? She wanted to go find Eli, but she always wasn't actively looking for him as she walked. She didn't want him seeing her like this and asking what was wrong or trying to help because she didn't wanna bring anyone else into this. Plus he said he was meeting with someone so she definitely didn't want a possible stranger seeing her like this. Her mood was absolutely ruined and she kind of just wanted to go home. To bad Trevor was on his date...which she couldn't tell by twitter if that was going ok or not. He might've already gone home, or he might still be around somewhere. Either way she'd probably have to Uber home now.

Lost in her thought son how to get back home and away from people she turned a corner of a stand accidently bumping into someone, "Oof, uh I'm so, so sorry. I should've been paying more attention." She apologized immediately. Though seeing where she was going was becoming more difficult with tears in her eyes. Even though she'd wiped them away you could still tell the strain her eyes have been through by the light red tint in them now. She looked up to see who she'd knocked into and of course...it was Nate. "O-oh Nate, it's you?" She was surprised, but pleasantly so that Evelyn wasn't right next to him or she'd have been mortified by this little incident. While she didn't hate Nate by any means, but considering her emotional state right now, seeing him did stir up emotions in her she thought she'd let go of, or at least didn't care about anymore.

Kio.exe · Dec 11, 2020

MOOD: nervous

OUTFIT: XoXo

LOCATION: the fair
basics

MENTIONS:
None
INT:
Gia (@Daniel Reaving)

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tags

TL;DR Let the games begin
tl;dr

Melanie Osario

What if I throw up...?

When Mel felt Gia’s soft lips press to her cheek, she waited for the immediate panic that always struck her at physical closeness, consequence of her disastrous relationship with John. Instead, much to her surprise and delight, she felt...yes, panicky, but in the way normal people get when someone they like is near them. Mel could feel her face heat, almost certainly turning red as Gia asked how the game worked.

“Ducks...yeah….the game,” she got out. God, she was supposed to be the confident one and she sounded like an idiot. Sighing, she dug through her purse for her wallet, taking the few moments to calm her internal screaming. Pulling out a bill, she handed it to the smiling worker, and she turned back to Gia, heart sufficiently calmed.

“So. This is super easy,” she began, picking up two of the small rods with a loop on the end and handing one to Gia. “All you have to do is get this loop around one of the duck’s necks, and you get to keep it,” she explained, making the motion with her hand, a small, pleasant smile on her face.

Mel turned to the pool, finally unlinking her arm from Gia’s and grinning at the girl. Her date. Was this a date? How did dates even work? She hadn’t gone on many with John, and even then they'd all been less than pleasant. And that was putting it lightly. Well, if it was a date, she’d have to make it a good one. Oh god what if she threw up on one of the rides?

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she jerked her chin at the multicolored rubber ducks floating serenely in the pool. “Are you ready?”

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Winona · Dec 11, 2020

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Adriane

INTERACTIONS

Nickie, Evie

MENTIONS

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TAGS

ditto

jasmyn

One minute, Adriane was sitting at the picnic table, enjoying a lovely day in the fall with her... associate Nickie. The next thing she knew, Evie had rolled in and honestly put quite the damper on their evening. However, Adriane had expected the other girl to walk away eventually. Surely she had better things to do than bicker nonsensically with Adriane and Nickie? Adriane knew that she had better things to do than argue with Evie, such as commenting to Nickie on some random stranger's fashion. Or, like, literally anything but sitting around here with Evie giving them a lecture that neither girl was going to heed.

Perhaps she should have known that they would've pushed Evie too far. But she hadn't quite realized that that line had been crossed until Evie's hand was coming for her face and sending a slap across her cheek.

Adriane's jaw dropped, her cheek stinging from the contact, but before she could even fully register that another plastic had just slapped her, she was being yanked from the table.

She recovered fairly quickly once she was up, though. Now, when it came to fighting, Adriane was no pushover -- but she didn't normally fight because, well, she was a fucking model and if her face was bruised, she couldn't exactly model. But all logic and thoughts of her profession and worries about school went out the window the moment her mind kicked into self-defense mode.

Fuck it.

Adriane brought the back of her heel down onto Evie's foot as she was forced to face the girl. She balled up her hand into a fist and then brought into Evie's face. And then she took her hands and slammed them into the other girl, trying to shove Evie away from her as she stumbled back, staring daggers at Evie.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

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Winona · Dec 11, 2020

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Nate

INTERACTIONS

Amy

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

Kitsune2202

He'd been walking -- just walking, having a grand old time and all that, on his search for Evie. Actually, walking alone was kind of pleasant. It was relaxing. Just being stuck with one's thoughts and being able to enjoy the fair alone. He wasn't a particularly big fan of the rides, and Nate wasn't a huge fan of fair food (although as the high kicked in, the smells of funnel cakes and popcorn were starting to make him switch that opinion), and he wasn't about to waste his money on stuff from the vendors.

However, Nate was eyeing one booth as he went to turn a corner. It had some cool little statues and a trippy holographic dragon picture inside that Nate was way too distracted by. So distracted, in fact, that he didn't even realize that someone was in front of him until he was bumping into them and heard the start of an apology.

Nate looked down to say it was alright and offer his own apology.

Until he saw who it was.

Amy.

As in, ex-girlfriend Amy that he hadn't actually spoken to since their uhh... "break up." By that Nate, of course, meant him ghosting her because he got a little spooked in the dumbest of ways, but... fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was horrible timing, too, following the Evie and Dei shit that had just come out and Nate taking Evie's side against Amy.

He felt for Amy -- he really did. Getting cheated on? That shit fucked a person over more than anything else...

Except for maybe being ghosted...

"Hey... Amy..." he greeted, his voice quiet, his tone tense. She looked upset -- like even if that was almost overrun by the surprise in her eyes, he could tell that she was upset. And it looked like she had been crying. Look, you didn't date someone without being able to figure out how to read them, and somehow, Nate could still read her.

"Are you good?" Nate asked.

Well, that was a fucking dumb question. Of course she wasn't good -- you could tell that by the strain in her face, the redness in her eyes, and just by knowing there was no way in hell someone would be okay after the week that Amy had had. Plus asking "Are you good?" was just a dumb question, anyway. It made it too easy for the other person to squeeze their way out of it and not have to answer shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck... Nate wanted to walk away. Nate should walk away. She was upset and Nate didn't handle upset well.

But it was Amy and maybe saying something and not walking away would help to ease his guilty conscience.

"What's wrong?"

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Soap · Dec 11, 2020

MOOD: Eh.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Somewhere around the fair
basics

MENTIONS: Nickie, Ellie, toucant ditto INT: Hunter natsukashii
tags

TL;DR Liv and Hunter decided to hop on the ferris wheel for some non-rated R fun.
tl;dr

Livanna

My sleep is gonna be affected, If I keep it up like a lovesick crack head

Yes, he was just Hunter. But she wasn't about to comment on it even if he did mean it teasingly, whatever they were was in the past-- even if it still bothered her to the core. It was like Liv couldn't choose a side. Either still be hurt by all that or get the hell over it? Could someone be in the middle? After all, he did win her this stuffed unicorn. She pondered their relationship as Hunter went on about meeting Nickie or something. She was brought out of her thoughts in an instant as Hunter grabbed her hand, suddenly he was the one dragging her someplace.

That's the spirit! It was always super easy for Liv to get someone in the mood for a little fun. She wondered if people were envious.

A few kids was eying the giant unicorn as they made their way to the line and Liv didn't bother to let go of his hand once they got there. What? She didn't mind...that was bad though right? She didn't mean it in a romantic-ish way. Oh, what and ever. Leave her alone. "Thanks for winning me this thing, it's so fucking adoraaableeeeee." She wasn't one for swearing usually, but... well, y'know. The brunette held back a laugh, muttering an apology to the parents with their clearly super young kids.

Whoops.

"Alright, alright, hold on we need the red cart. It's like, the prettiest one." Liv tugged Hunter's hand to let the couple in front of them go first, allowing them to take the scratched up hot pink cart, it resulted in Liv tugging Hunter a little too roughly and they ended up being unnecessarily close to each other and that, well, that was something she minded. Normally, she wouldn't with... literally anyone else. But for whatever reason Liv found herself quickly removing her hand and creating her own distance away from Hunter.

"Uh, sorry."

Liv avoided eye contact and a small frown had set on her face for the first few seconds. She already felt the high drifting off and it just wasn't sitting right with her. Especially since she wouldn't be able to meet with Ellie, or should she say Anarav. She had to admit, for a drug dealer-- he was by far her favorite. Liv didn't have many, but Ellie went the extra step and beyond for her. He was sorta like a friend.

And Liv didn't really have many friends. At least... it didn't seem like it anyway. Not to her.

"Next!"

Liv took the opportunity to dissipate the awkward moment between her and Hunter, by cocking her head towards the cart. "C'mon, don't be a slow-poke. I wanna see all the little people once we get to the top." It wasn't fair how everything was becoming less and less... she wouldn't say exciting, Liv wouldn't say she was particularly bored right now either. She just couldn't find the word for it right now.

She was just starting to feel... like how she usually does. And that wasn't any fun. The small girl sat opposite from Hunter, glancing out the tiny window as she waited for the ride to start, she tightened her grip on the unicorn, making herself comfortable.

Hoping to keep whatever positive energy she had left, Liv mustered up a bright smile, quickly snapping out of her own quiet moment to make conversation. "So! Gossip with me, how are things with you and Nickie? I talked to her the other day, she's so super into you."

'It's almost a little disappointing.'

She held her tongue, deciding for one of the first times in her life-- to think before she spoke.

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ditto · Dec 11, 2020

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... nickie abrams ...

MOOD

fuuuuuuuuuuuuck

LOCATION

fairgrounds

TAGS

adriane

Winona evie

jasmyn hunter

natsukashii liv

Soap

One second, Nickie was ~~nervously~~ hurling insults at Evie ~~despite her better judgement~~; the next, Evie’s palm was colliding with Adriane’s cheek.

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuuuuck? Omigod, had she done this?

Talk about quick escalation.

Instinctively, Nickie’s hands reached for her phone to record the fight. If there was one thing that she had learned from ~~her years of obsessing over~~ watching Chas, it was that your first action in any case should be to record evidence. You never knew what could be useful. Honestly, it’d become second nature to her, at this point.

Her fingers went to swipe to her camera, but her eyes, for a split second, glanced down to unlock her phone.

Her eyes caught on a notification, and she paused to read it, despite the need for rush in the situation.

NEW MESSAGES

Hiiiiim ♥︎

It was from Hunter.

hey
gonna be by the ferris wheel if you wanna meet me there
or if not, then ig ill catch you later?

Shit! He’d sent it five minutes ago, and she hadn’t even fucking answered it! Shit! He was probably already on it.

Her eyes went up just as Adriane shoved Evie back, and she let out a soft, confused huff. What did she do: film the fight, or run off to her…not-boyfriend-yet?

Chicks before dicks, but…

She wanted to go on the ferris wheel suuuuper bad— she’d even promised him during their call last night that she’d go on it with him, and, despite how generally low-spirited she’d sounded, she never broke her promises.

Or her nails, unless someone directly punched her. Besides, this was…pretty public. Someone was probably videoing it. This fight wasn’t for her.

~~Also, she really wanted to see Hunter. She felt so bad after insulting him that she needed to see his face in penance.~~

“Adriane, I’m going to go,” she piped. “Beat her ass.”

With that, she walked away, worried. She quickly typed out a response to Hunter.

Hunterrrr! ♥︎ Sorry that I didn’t answer any of your messages, I had my phone off. I’m omw rn! Plz wait up for me.

As soon as she hit send, she bit at her lower lip. Fuck, she also needed to…

Sorry about not texting you like I said that I would when I got here, I forgot

Shit, and—

Don’t be mad at me, plz

And—

You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to

And—

Sorry I’m texting you so much

And—

♥︎

Frustrated with herself, she shoved her phone back in her pocket, huffing as she tried to figure out which direction to go for the wheel. The guilt that she felt for being so dejected when talking to Hunter all week came rushing back to her, and she pushed her hair out of her face forcefully. Christ, this wasn’t…fuck. She was just the worst at all of this. No wonder he’d totally been making eyes at Ronnie Friday or didn’t want to hold her hand Monday or had left her on read for ten minutes Thursday.

She felt her cheeks heating up, and she pressed the backs of her hands against them, sighing softly. She was also the worst with navigation, and now, she reached a dead end. Huffing another sigh, she headed back, trying to retrace her steps.

How was the fight going now? Was Hunter already on the wheel? Had this been a waste of time? Had she already broken her promise?

Damn.

She shook her head, huffing again, and she set her eyes on the ground, only lifting them again when she headbutted someone.

She stumbled back a step, and then looked up.

She’d bumped into a tall, dark-haired stranger, and she mumbled a sorry as they turned around to glare at her.

She stood for a moment, awkward, and then she inclined her head to the left, glancing as she did.

Oh, shit, maybe she was better at navigation than she thought— to her left was the ferris wheel.

And there was Hunter! Bingo!

“Hunter!” she called out, despite her inhibitions. As she began to approach, disregarding the rest of the line, the smile that was coming onto her face stopped in its tracks.

There was…Liv.

She caught a few words as she grew closer.

"...how are things with you and Nickie? I talked to her the other day, she's so super into you."

Bitch?

She squeezed past the people behind them, smiling at them apologetically, before coming up and smiling at Hunter, brows knit in confusion. She passed the person at the gate some money, and she scooted into the cart to sit beside Hunter. “Hey?” she greeted, brows knit. All of her sorries had shed away for the moment, replaced by jealousy and confusion. Her eyes turned to Liv, and she tried not to look disgusted. Just seeing the creep made her want to shrivel up and puke. “I’m not interrupting, right?” Her hand instinctively went to Hunter’s shoulder. “I didn’t realize that you were here…Liv…"

She blinked at Liv, eyes wide and full of a warning: pick your next words carefully. ~~It wasn't like she was very foreboding, but still.~~ "What was that about me?"

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jasmyn · Dec 11, 2020

OUTFIT: xoxo
basics

idk
mentions

nickie ditto adri Winona
interactions

Evelyn Sinclaire

evie ~ eighteen ~ senior ~ plastics; fashion

Evelyn was certain she could take Adriane in a fight but she also assumed that the girl wasn't one to just sit there and do nothing. Just as she expected Adri had some fight in her when she wanted to. Suddenly the girl was slamming a heel onto Evie's foot, thank fuck she'd chosen her chunky heeled combat boots and so the blow wasn't as bad as it could've been but it had given Adriane enough leverage to deliver her own hit to Evie's face.

Honestly, she was surprised that Adriane had as much fire as she did but pissed that the girl had managed to hit her. Before she could think about it though she was being shoved back. As she caught her balance her tongue involuntarily glided across her bottom lip, the metallic taste of what little blood the bitch had drawn, pissing her off more. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She heard the words but was this girl serious?

"I told you to stop but you decided you'd rather keep running your mouth about my friends," she spat in response to Adriane's words. "You think you can say whatever you want and nobody will do anything. I'm not one of these bitches you can just push around though," she added. When Nickie's voice drew her attention, her head snapped over to the girl. At first, she was sure the girl was gonna join in the little catfight, two on one would've given them the upper hand. She raised a brown though when she realized that Nickie was leaving?

At least Adri held her own, Nickie was proving more and more that she wasn't cut out to be a bitch no matter how much she liked to play pretend. “Adriane, I’m going to go,” she piped. “Beat her ass.” Nickie quipped before hurrying off as if her friend wasn't in a physical fight. "Your yappy little puppy won't even stay and back you up. Must be sad not to have friends who have your back," she said a smirk painted on her face just before she pushed Adri back hard enough to knock her to the ground.

She jumped on top of her, hitting her again, her other hand gripping her hair. As she went in for another punch, she was being yanked off, barely managing a scratch to Adri's cheek. The brunette elbowed the person only to realize it was a security guard as her eyes made contact. One glance around her told her that she wasn't going to be spending any more time at the fair. People had gathered, some with their phones out and this was sure to be grounds for kicking her out, not to mention the repercussions with the school once they inevitably found out.

"Ma'am we are gonna have to ask you to leave," the guy said, his grip on her arm loosening as he pulled her a good distance away from Adriane. "Yeah, yeah. Got it," she rolled her eyes waving him to move his hand off of her. "Next time learn when to shut the hell up, bitch," she called out, looking at Adriane once more before walking off. Evie had wanted to do more damage, to make sure Adri never spoke about her friends again but her fun had been cut short and as she was escorted out of the fair, that's what pissed her off most.

Pulling out her keys, she climbed into her car and rolled her eyes. Now what? She'd come to this fair to have fun and it had only lasted about fifteen minutes. Nate was probably wondering where the hell she'd gone at this point. Reaching into the car's middle console she pulled out half a joint that had been in there for who knows how long and lit it up. She needed something to calm her nerves as she sent Nate a text letting him know that she had just gotten into a fight and would meet him at her car. So maybe she'd left out the why or who part when she sent the text but so what. It wasn't important anyway.

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natsukashii · Dec 12, 2020

Hunter Drake

Hunter caught the glances of those he and Liv passed by. Some smiled and some just stared at them. He couldn’t tell if they were staring at him and how he looked like a hobo, or if it was the fact that Liv cursed in front of some kids. Truth be told, he didn’t mind it. If you want to know a secret, Hunter found it amusing. He wasn’t so much kid-friendly himself, but he had some restraint.

Still, watching those kids and the parents sneer at Liv brought a genuine, wide smile to his face, which was promptly followed a quick chuckle that he hid with his free hand.

When they got to the Ferris wheel, Hunter was mentally prepared to walk up, hand the attendant his money, but before he could physically do that, Liv jerked on his hand with that superwoman-like strength she deceivingly possessed.

“What--” His response came interrupted by Liv as she explained that she wanted to wait for the pink one.

He stared at her with a strained expression and sighed into a forced smile.

“Fine.”

At the moment the couple in front of them got in, Hunter felt his phone buzz repeatedly in his jacket pocket. It came in such rapid-fire succession that before he had a chance to read who it was from or what it said, more kept coming.

So he would just let the texts finish before he opened his text app.

He saw a total of six messages and all from one person.

Nickie.

He read the first one. And when he did, deep in his stomach came an overflowing amount of guilt drowning him. He had been so beside himself that he did something wrong or if she wasn’t in the mood to talk to him. He never considered that her phone was off.

“I’m an idiot,” he found himself muttering, scrolling down reading the next few messages.

Even though she wasn’t beside him, Hunter was smiling. And laughing, muttering “I’m not mad” as he got to her final message, which was simply a heart emoji.

ofc i’m not mad!
I’ll wait for as long as you need! Just holler my name! You know that’s the best way to get my attention

The instant he sent that text and slid his phone back into his jacket pocket, a series of events unfolded like the tipping of dominos.

Liv rushed Hunter to get into the pink cart she wanted to ride in so badly. Her words became white noise when he heard Nickie call out to him. He turned to face back in her direction and even though Liv was already partially inside the cart, his eyes almost widened as he saw Nickie come at them with the speed of someone who definitely was a lot more swift than she let on.

Then Hunter was pushed into the cart, squeezed between both girls. Normally, he wouldn’t mind this. It was what Chas and Dei would call an automatic win, but not this way and not with the tension of a shoulder ridden with knots.

And you can believe Hunter was as uncomfortable as he could be. And no, it wasn’t because that big ass stuffed animal took most of the room or that Hunter’s large body could barely fit comfortably.

It was because he saw Nickie look at him and then saw the way she looked at Liv.

“I didn’t realize that you were here…Liv…"

He found himself hesitating for a moment. “Not from the start,” Hunter said, glancing at Liv for a short second before turning his tense neck back to Nickie, “But I ran into her earlier and we’ve been hanging out for a bit,” he admitted.

Hunter took in a slow breath. Internally, he was trying to figure out a way to make this not be an uncomfortable experience for him. But he had nothing.

"What was that about me?"

His stomach sank to the depths of his ocean and his face froze up like he had been blasted with liquid nitrogen smoke. “Uhh..”

That’s the best you can come up with? Uhh? You’re really digging your own grave here.

...Yeah, Hunter has nothing. Ball was in Liv’s court.

location

fall fair

mood

uncomfortable as fuck

outfit

boy looks like a rich bum

TAGS

hery @mogy

LowkeyLovingLoki

Whatever Oates said basically died away. His words had been uttered, but they fell on deaf ears. Well, Jace had heard him, but it would seem that Oates' opinion in the whole matter of his relationship wasn't ultimately important as Callum and Rome instead faced one another, snapping at each other and going off. Oh, and, well, Rome also went off on him a little bit.

Now Jace, typically, wasn't great at handling confrontation or arguing. He had a knack for getting himself into fights and pissing people off (a particular instance came to mind -- when they had been home over the summer, and Jace had made a comment that had enticed one of Ash's guy friends to lift him up, slam him into a wall and threaten him), but he did not have a knack for handling said argument after it occurred. It was one of his many, many, numerous character flaws.

Jace opened his mouth. He was prepared to try and defend himself against this rude little Russian boy -- and boy did Jace regret comforting him that day everything had come up. See this was simply why Jace didn't bother with people. Every time he tried to be there for someone, they just turned on him! He'd gone there to comfort Rome through his stupid feelings involving the old dude -- the pedo. And then Rome had mentioned the crush. Jace had left. Was it wrong of him to leave a situation that made him uncomfortable, to avoid a conversation he wasn't ready to have, because it was what others wanted?

Did it not matter what he wanted?

Of course it fucking didn't, because he was Jason fucking West. The Other West. The forgettable one. Jace wasn't even the main character of his own story. Instead, he was the antagonist. The villain. The side character there for morale support that somehow always turned into being him stepping out of line or not doing it correctly. It didn't matter what he wanted, it didn't matter what made him uncomfortable, because people were selfish and their own thoughts and opinions were more important.

How dare Rome call him toxic just because he wasn't ready to discuss the whole crush thing. He would've gotten around to it, of course. Jace just needed time to process it. Time to sort out his frazzled thoughts. He'd literally found out maybe a couple hours before everything had gone so drastically wrong with Rome with the whole pedo thing.

Callum stood up for him, though, and that meant more to Jace than he was willing to admit. He was ready to shut down, maybe try to throw out a few pitiful, petty insults, but Callum went for Rome's throat. He defended himself and even Jace and called Jace his friend. His FRIEND. No one had ever stood up for him before. Instead, when he was insulted, his so-called friends would typically fade away. Step back and leave him to face waves of insults alone.

But not Callum. What a guy. And Rome called him toxic. Hypocritical little dick.

"Y-yeah," his voice wavered for a moment, but something about standing next to Callum gave Jace some more semblance of confidence. An ability to stand up and glare down at Rome and offer his own insults. "I'm not even part of this -- and neither are you. But just because I don't like you, you're gonna attack me and call me and Callum toxic. Look in a mirror, Rome. You're more toxic than... than... both of us put together. You know who was there for you when Nickie told everyone? When you were crying alone? Me. And only me. But because I don't have a crush on you, I'm suddenly a terrible person."

Jace's glare turned from Rome to Oates. "Seriously, Oates, you're going to let him insult Callum like this and do nothing? Callum doesn't deserve this -- he's a great guy, but you're too blind by Rome's own toxic words to see that. Everything out of Rome's mouth is obviously a selfish lie. He probably wanted to break you two up because he didn't want to share you or something stupid and selfish."

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Kitsune2202 · Dec 12, 2020

- Location.
Fair grounds
- Tags.
Nate (

Winona ), [Mentioned: Kordei, Evie]
-Outfit.
Looking Good

Why Nate? Why him of all people? Why were the ghosts of her ex's fucking with her right now. Was she actually a terrible person and life and karma was giving her what she deserved? What could she have possibly done to deserve the week from hell that she'd been given with this of all things being the cherry on top? Didn't she deserve a single day of peace? She should've never left Eli even if it was for a good cause.

His response was quite, but tense. She could tell he was uncomfortable as well. This certainly wasn't how he wanted to spend the fair. Hell it took a lot of convincing last year when they were dating to get him to come with her. She had to be the last face on the planet he wanted to see right now. Considering this was the first time she'd seen him face to face since their...break up she could've almost said the same. The awful part of being ghosted for the break-up? She can't even tell you when they broke up? Was the first time he didn't reply to her text? The first time he didn't answer her phone call? Or after a week and half of both happening, and him avoiding her in school as the realization sunk in that he wasn't "just busy" or any other excuse she tried to give him. Was it when she finally gave up, or him?

As hard as this might be for him because just in general he never did deal with overly emotional situations but it being her of all people that upset had to make this ten time more awkward. He'd tried so hard for over a year to avoid her and for it all to come to this being the time he slips. She doubted he wanted to deal with her or her emotions right now. After all that's why you stop talking to someone right? Because you don't wanna put up with them anymore. She wanted to give him a hard time to. Like she had Dei just now, but her energy was gone, she was tired and wanted to go home, so this time she'd let him off the hook, "I'm fine." She lied lazily. Completely ignoring the fact that obviously she didn't even look fine. But hey if he was willing to overlook it to get away from her then so be it.

She figured they would each at that point keep walking and go back to not talking. Well unless he needed to say something against her to defend his precious even if fucking horrible morally wise "friend" Evie. Which was something else that left a sour taste in her mouth when it comes to the two of them. As forgiving as Amy could be, a part of her didn't want to forgive him anymore. How come guys like him and Kordei got to do whatever they wanted to her, treat her however they wanted and yet she was expected to live and let live? She wasn't allowed to be angry. She was expected to still be "sweet little Amy". It was absolute bullshit. As terrible as her past week as been, a fraction of solace came from the fact was both of them had it rough too. The only difference was they deserved it. Sure that might be a bitter and dark thought to have, but once again why couldn't she be? What was wrong with feeling hurt about being actively hurt by people who claimed to have given a fuck about you? All over the same person. Truth be told him siding with Evie acting like she didn't have every right to be pissed at the girl who helped her boyfriend cheat hurt her worse then his ghosting.

For all her expectation of how this conversation was going to go down, she was confused when the second question left his lips. Did he actually wanna know? Did he actually care? Probably not. While She's never known Nate to be a gossip so it's not like she thought he'd run his mouth about this or anything she says to him...his closeness with Evie did make her hesitate to answer. It was probably honestly just nerves or a bit of guilt that lead to his question. She liked to think that once upon a time she knew him decently...but lately she wondered how well she knew anyone she trusted. After all they all seem to like hurting her. None of them considered her feelings, neither of them cared the effects their actions would have on her. To an extent it's because of that she hated them ten times more then Evie. She was right about one thing. She wasn't her friend but they were supposed to be. They said and acted like they cared, they were supposed to care.

"What's wrong?" She repeated almost a whisper to herself. She swallowed hard looking down at now folded arms, "I guess I'm just wondering how terrible of a girlfriend I must actually have been..." She shrugged. There was no anger in her voice, just defeat. "To deserve to be lied to over and over." She looked back up at him in his eyes, "To have my feelings ignored." After Kordei's weak ass "apology" she wasn't sure if she wanted the same from Nate. Sure she'd always wanted an apology from him, just like she wanted one from Kordei, and Evie too if she was honest...but if they weren't gonna mean it what was the point? More empty words wouldn't sooth the aching in her heart over everything that's happened. "Sorry Nate, but I've already had one guy ACT like he was sorry and like he cares today. If you're the same, let's just pretend this didn't happen. I'm sure it's what you'd prefer." She couldn't handle another conversation like the one with Dei right now. Pretending to care about her feelings, but really just trying to ease their own guilty conscious and look better in front of others.

Amethyst K. Jones

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Why Nate? Why him of all people? Why were the ghosts of her ex's fucking with her right now. Was she actually a terrible person and life and karma was giving her what she deserved? What could she have possibly done to deserve the week from hell that she'd been given with this of all things being the cherry on top? Didn't she deserve a single day of peace? She should've never left Eli even if it was for a good cause.

His response was quite, but tense. She could tell he was uncomfortable as well. This certainly wasn't how he wanted to spend the fair. Hell it took a lot of convincing last year when they were dating to get him to come with her. She had to be the last face on the planet he wanted to see right now. Considering this was the first time she'd seen him face to face since their...break up she could've almost said the same. The awful part of being ghosted for the break-up? She can't even tell you when they broke up? Was the first time he didn't reply to her text? The first time he didn't answer her phone call? Or after a week and half of both happening, and him avoiding her in school as the realization sunk in that he wasn't "just busy" or any other excuse she tried to give him. Was it when she finally gave up, or him?

As hard as this might be for him because just in general he never did deal with overly emotional situations but it being her of all people that upset had to make this ten time more awkward. He'd tried so hard for over a year to avoid her and for it all to come to this being the time he slips. She doubted he wanted to deal with her or her emotions right now. After all that's why you stop talking to someone right? Because you don't wanna put up with them anymore. She wanted to give him a hard time to. Like she had Dei just now, but her energy was gone, she was tired and wanted to go home, so this time she'd let him off the hook, "I'm fine." She lied lazily. Completely ignoring the fact that obviously she didn't even look fine. But hey if he was willing to overlook it to get away from her then so be it.

She figured they would each at that point keep walking and go back to not talking. Well unless he needed to say something against her to defend his precious even if fucking horrible morally wise "friend" Evie. Which was something else that left a sour taste in her mouth when it comes to the two of them. As forgiving as Amy could be, a part of her didn't want to forgive him anymore. How come guys like him and Kordei got to do whatever they wanted to her, treat her however they wanted and yet she was expected to live and let live? She wasn't allowed to be angry. She was expected to still be "sweet little Amy". It was absolute bullshit. As terrible as her past week as been, a fraction of solace came from the fact was both of them had it rough too. The only difference was they deserved it. Sure that might be a bitter and dark thought to have, but once again why couldn't she be? What was wrong with feeling hurt about being actively hurt by people who claimed to have given a fuck about you? All over the same person. Truth be told him siding with Evie acting like she didn't have every right to be pissed at the girl who helped her boyfriend cheat hurt her worse then his ghosting.

For all her expectation of how this conversation was going to go down, she was confused when the second question left his lips. Did he actually wanna know? Did he actually care? Probably not. While She's never known Nate to be a gossip so it's not like she thought he'd run his mouth about this or anything she says to him...his closeness with Evie did make her hesitate to answer. It was probably honestly just nerves or a bit of guilt that lead to his question. She liked to think that once upon a time she knew him decently...but lately she wondered how well she knew anyone she trusted. After all they all seem to like hurting her. None of them considered her feelings, neither of them cared the effects their actions would have on her. To an extent it's because of that she hated them ten times more then Evie. She was right about one thing. She wasn't her friend but they were supposed to be. They said and acted like they cared, they were supposed to care.

"What's wrong?" She repeated almost a whisper to herself. She swallowed hard looking down at now folded arms, "I guess I'm just wondering how terrible of a girlfriends I must actually have been..." She shrugged. There was no anger in her voice, just defeat. "To deserve to be lied to over and over." She looked back up at him in his eyes, "To have my feelings ignored." After Kordei's weak ass "apology" she wasn't sure if she wanted the same from Nate. Sure she'd always wanted an apology from him, just like she wanted one from Kordei, and Evie too if she was honest...but if they weren't gonna mean it what was the point? More empty words wouldn't sooth the aching in her heart over everything that's happened. "Sorry Nate, but I've already had one guy act like he was sorry and like he cares today. If you're the same, let's just pretend this didn't happen. I'm sure it's what you'd prefer." She couldn't handle another conversation like the one with Dei right now. Pretending to care about her feelings, but really just trying to ease their own guilty conscious and look better in front of others.

ditto · Dec 12, 2020

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... trevor callaghan ...

MOOD

...

LOCATION

his apartment-- on the couch

TAGS

ash

Winona

Ash grew closer to him, lips an inch away from his, and he met her eyes, a small smile coming onto his lips.

Looking into her face, with her hand on his cheek, Trevor felt no apprehension. There were no thoughts of how unworthy or undeserving he was to have this moment, there were no premonitions of this relationship burning to the ground, and there were no worries of how he might fuck this moment up. That was weird, bizarre— hell, and out of character, too. Trevor, the pessimistic overthinker who had an aneurism anytime anything unexpected so much as suggested that it would show up, was living in the moment— and was content. No, not just content— happy. Whether the fact that he was living in the moment or the fact that he was happy was more surprising, no one could really say— and there was no point in thinking about it.

In the moment, no future existed, no past existed, and no what ifs or what thens existed. All that existed was he and she and them. They were a them now— a them. Together. Together. Fuck, that felt a little bit weird to think, but…it was true, and it made him…happy.

“Thanks,” she murmured, and her lips pressed against his.

This didn’t feel weird at all. When he took his thoughts out of it— when he made himself exist in the moment like he was doing now— this felt right. Their lips moving together, his hand on her warm cheek, his heart drumming a fast tempo in his chest, his head high from all of this…adrenaline, this rush. For once, it wasn’t just him kissing her— she’d made the first move. It was…it was them. The two of them, together, reciprocating one another’s feelings and showing it.

When she pulled away, he wanted to pull her right back— to keep this instant going, so that he wouldn’t start thinking again. His heart, beating rapidly in his chest, begged him to, and he really considered it, but he resisted the urge. Her hand moved to his shoulder, and he watched her eyes as they scanned his face. His lips formed a grin, mirroring Ash’s.

“So you’re…you’re my boyfriend now, right?”

He felt his face heat up at the word, and his eyes shifted away shyly for a moment. He let out a soft laugh. He felt like a schoolgirl— feck, he was nearly giddy. Talk about feckin' bizarre. His eyes moved back to hers, and he followed the shape of her lips as she formed the words: “You’re my boyfriend.”

The way that she said the word made his face heat up even more. Boyfriend— usually, she’d used that word to reject him, preceding that word with a sorry, I have a. Then, it’d sounded different to him. Maybe it was the fact that she was using it to reject him then, or maybe it was just the fact that she was using it now to do the opposite.

Boyfriend. He was one of those now, huh?

Which meant…

“You’re my girlfriend,” he said quietly, his smile growing more confident. “I…wow.” He laughed softly. He slid his hand down to hold her chin.

This was a bad idea.

That notion came back into his head. Christ, she was making the worst decision of her life. He’d meant what he’d said when he said that he was bad medicine. He was a downer— a miserable person— and even his friends deserved better than to hang around him, really. He smoked himself to inebriation more often than not, he was noncommittal, he got angry too easily, he cared too much about other people’s business, he got super awkward when things got serious, he was such a dumbass, he couldn’t deal with being disagreed with, he couldn’t this or that or this or that. As much as he hated to think it— as much as he hated to admit it— he wasn’t a good person, and he definitely wasn’t someone who deserved to be having this moment with Ash.

But here he was, and here he was disregarding that thought.

Because he was happy. Because this, even if it was terribly self-indulgent, was something that he wanted to happen.

As he brought his lips down to hers again, he tried his best not to think. He focused on the way that her lips felt against his, and he tried to commit it to memory—

He didn’t know how long this would last, but he was sure as hell going to enjoy it while it did. He was going to enjoy it before she realized how bad this relationship was and tried to let him go. He wasn’t going to…let this go. Now that he had her, he…he had her, and even if he didn’t deserve her, his grip was going to be unrelenting.

Girlfriend. Ash was his girlfriend. Ashton— Ashton West. The girl who everyone loved, the girl who everyone wanted to be with, the girl who flirted up a storm but left all of the boys high and dry— that one— was here, and he could call her his girlfriend.

Talk about a feckin’ ego boost.

Kissing Ash on his couch, taking in her scent, absorbing her warmth…his girlfriend, his girlfriend…he realized how fecking lucky he actually was. What twist of fate had gotten him here from the gallows? The blade of the guillotine, though it was supposed to send him straight to hell, had somehow allowed him to go to the pearly gates.

Feelings. Usually, he cursed feelings, but now, he was thankful for how little sense they made. After all, that was why Ash hadn’t laughed in his face and stormed off, right? That was the reason for all of this.

Though he felt like he knew how it ended, right now, with his lips against hers, he didn’t care. It was like Friday— not caring of the repercussions, just sweltering in the feelings of the moment— but so much better, because now, he wasn’t just kissing Ash, a girl who he flirted with while he was crossfaded. He was kissing Ash, his girlfriend— the girl he was dating, regardless of how private it was.

He pulled back, breaths a bit heavy, and he gave her a smile. “Ya know…,” he said, “I like this already.” He considered kissing her again, but, instead, he brought his hand to the one on her shoulder and tangled his fingers with hers. “You ’n me.” He lifted her other hand and interlaced his fingers with that one, too. “That’s what I mean…” He studied her face. “We’re…dating now.” His annunciation was much clearer, now that he wasn’t quite as worked up. He laughed softly, leaning his head closer to hers to place his forehead on hers. “Do I say thank you? Or what happens now?” he laughed quietly. “I can’t say I’m too good at this.”

For a moment, he sat with his forehead against hers, admiring the blurriness of her face and smiling. Trevor and Ash. Ash and Trevor. Ash and that weird stoner writer kid. Ash and the skunky fuckboy who hasn’t been doing much fucking here recently. Ash and ew, a rat. That was them— and as strange as it sounded, he liked it.

No one would know, but if they did, they’d be laughing— or talking and gossiping about how far out of his league she was, or saying how amazed they were that someone could bear to be with him while sober, or trying to get them to separate already— but he also didn’t mind about that. He wasn’t one much for thinking what others thought, anyway.

He was happy. How couldn’t he be, now that he was dating Ash? He was happy.

That was what mattered. As undeserving as he was of happiness, that was still what mattered.

He realized that he’d been holding that for too long, and so he slowly pulled back, his eyes moving to the clock mounted on the wall above the loveseat across from them.

“Shite,” he laughed softly. “It’s…later than I thought that it was.” He looked over at Ash, smiling, even as his heart beat in his throat. He wanted to kiss her again, to forfeit all caution, but he knew, for her sake, he should tell what he was thinking. “We should get going to yer place. Charlie, Amy, and Jo probably won’t be too long.”

Right. That.

Reluctantly, he unlaced their fingers and stood, then offered his hand to her. “But, we can still hold hands to the door.” He smiled. “’n once we get to yer place.”

That was…

“Right?”

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Winona · Dec 13, 2020

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Adriane

INTERACTIONS

Nickie, Evie

MENTIONS

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TAGS

ditto

jasmyn

Nickie's words almost didn't register with her. Adriane was focused on Evie, on the threat at hand, but Evie's words drew her attention towards Nickie and she was forced to register them. Register the words that she honestly didn't want to hear right now, because those words were Nickie saying goodbye and just walking the fuck away while Adriane was seriously here in the middle of a fight.

What in the actual hell was wrong with that bitch.

Sure, Adriane knew that her and Nickie weren't really "friends." Adriane didn't really have a lot of "friends" -- the kind of friends that were there for you through anything, the kind of friends that wouldn't drop you or turn on you if needed. And she was used to that -- she was used to being on edge, to brushing herself off with hardly a sideways glance when people stabbed her in the back, she was used to having faking friends. However, fake friends were still supposed to support you when crazy fucking bitches were attacking you.

Evie's words stung more than she would ever admit.

And then Evie was tackling her and Adriane hit the pavement -- hard. Her head smashed into the concrete and the oxygen was knocked out of her lungs. For a split second, she was stuck right there. Her lungs deflated, her head throbbing from the impact, and she stared up at Evie but didn't react or move an inch.

Until Evie started trying to attack her again.

The oxygen rushed back into her lungs and, despite the throbbing in her head and the aching in her lungs, Adriane fought back. She kept her face (for the most part) protected until Evie was being dragged off of her by security guards.

One of them started talking to her, but Adriane didn't really hear them. Something about if she was alright. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, her breathing labored, as she nodded her head but she winced. The motion made her dizzy and just caused her head to start aching more than it already had been.

"I'm fine." She mumbled. She could taste blood on her lips.

Adriane waved the security off, insisting that she was alright, as she pulled herself up to her feet. Eventually, the guards departed and the crowd that had gathered started to dissipate as Adriane sunk back into the picnic table seating.

She pulled out her phone, turning on the camera so that she could check her face. Save for a busted lip, her face had come away unscathed. Adriane parted her lips to see that her mouth was filled with blood, though -- she'd fucking bit her tongue and now it looked as if she's squirted a bunch of fake blood in her mouth for Halloween.

With a sigh, Adriane slipped her phone back into her pocket and pushed herself to her feet. The thrumming in her head returned as she rose, and she had to calm down the rush of nausea in her stomach from the motion.

And then, with her head held high, her face expressionless as always, Adriane walked out of the fair.

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Winona · Dec 13, 2020

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Nate

INTERACTIONS

Amy

MENTIONS

Dei, Evie

TAGS

Kitsune2202

At her utterance of "I'm fine," Nate was more than ready to take that and walk away. He had offered to let her say more, but she had declined him. And he didn't blame her. Why would his ex-girlfriend that he hadn't spoken to in... well, since their breakup tell him what was wrong? No, she would say "I'm fine" and brush past him. He'd keep searching for Evie and this little hiccup in his night would fade from his memory, and Amy would go to find one of her friends -- Charlie, probably -- and tell her the truth and tell her why she wasn't fine. That's what would happen -- that's what should happen.

And Nate was prepared for that. Nate was prepared to say "alright" and walk away.

Except that's not what happened.

She echoed his words and looked down and Nate's mind went into oh fuck mode. He could still walk away -- in theory, anyway, but his feet were glued to the spot. He was rooted right here as if someone had frozen his feet to the ground beneath him. Nate couldn't budge. Was this the world's way of sending him the middle finger? Karma, perhaps, for what he'd done to Amy? The universe had decided that Nate could only run away from his mistakes for so long and now, it had sentenced him to this fate. This fate of standing in front of Amy while she questioned what made her such a bad girlfriend.

He could... he could understand why Amy felt the way she did.

But she hadn't been a terrible girlfriend. If anything, Amy was an amazing girlfriend -- easily best girlfriend he'd ever had (Nate had only had the one girlfriend, mind you, so Amy was competing with no one). It was simply the guys that she chose to waste her time on that was the issue. She simply had shit taste in men.

After all, anyone that would want to date Nate and Dei, or even hang around them for an extended period of time had to have something wrong with them. Catching feelings for Nate or Dei was questionable in and of itself -- they were both really shitty people -- but catching feelings for both of them was just--

Evie. Fuck. Well, Evie definitely hadn't caught feelings for him, but uhh...

Wait, fuck, why did Dei and Nate have the same taste in girls? How fucking weird.

"You weren't a terrible girlfriend, or even a bad girlfriend." His words were tentative, like he was testing his weight on the edge of an icy lake to check for cracks. He was checking, with his words, to make sure that she wouldn't snap at him or go off on him in the middle of the fair. Checking to make sure his words were welcome and she didn't want him to just shut up and stay quiet and listen to her bitch without adding in a word edgewise -- which to be fair, she probably did.

"Well, it uhh..." Nate cleared his throat. Ahh. Fuck this. He never should've come to this fair -- it wasn't his cup of tea or his typical scene, anyway, and that was for obvious good reason. Nate was out of his element. "It is... what I'd... prefer..." he admitted hesitantly, although was it an admittance if she knew that was the truth?

"I'm guessing you walked into Dei?" He started again. "That guy's a dick. Of course he was just acting like he cares. He's only cares about one thing and that's 'where can I stick my dick?' I don't know why you bothered with him."

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Kitsune2202 · Dec 13, 2020

- Location.
Fair grounds
- Tags.
Nate (

Winona ), [Mentioned: Kordei]
-Outfit.
Looking Good

She wasn't sure what kind of response she was expecting from him. Maybe to still slink away while he had the chance, before her eyes could look back up. It was sort of internal fear now that she'd blink and he'd be gone. Not just home, guys in general after what happened. She tried not to let it show. Just like now with the whole mess with Dei. With the exception of this slip up of a moment she was experiencing right now...she was trying to fake it till she made it. Trying to make the world believe she was just fine. She'd done the same back then when Nate left her she was trying to do the same now that Dei had. She wasn't going to be one of those girls moping around forever saying woe is me all day, crying in bathroom stalls or whatever other movie clique heartbroken girls do. Nope she didn't want to be her style or what she was known for. Other then her rapidly building reputation for having crap taste in men.

To be fair Nates reputation wasn't that bad, not until homecoming this year, so she hardly understands why that's counted against her. When he finally spoke up about her not being a bad girlfriend she did find some peace with that. She knew she'd done her best, but it was nice to hear one of them say it in a way she could actually believe it. Not that it eased the sting of anything that'd happened. If anything it solidified the fact that she hadn't deserved what had happened to her to begin with. She bit her lips slightly, "Then why'd you leave?" She asked finally. The burning question that'd been pushed to the back of her mind for almost a year now. He'd never once explained himself, or apologized, or anything. He just was gone, and left her to try and solve the mystery. A year later she still hadn't put the pieces together, and felt he owed her that much. Even just a hint. "I mean it's been over a year, can I at least now know what I did? What happened?" Her eyes pleading for some kind of closure from the whole thing. IT was hard enough dealing with the newest burn, but to have not even fully healed from this past one, was too much. She needed this.

At least he was honest. He would in fact have preferred they both walk away into obscurity and go back to never seeing or talking to one another again. Which honestly only made her more confused. IF she wasn't a bad girlfriend, wasn't a bad person...why did he want nothing to do with her? It just didn't add up to her. How can someone just up and change their mind about someone without any hint as to why and it not be other anything bad. "And yet?" She questioned wondering if that was his preference why didn't he walk away? He'd proven he could do it before, why wasn't he just doing it again now?

She sighed heavily running her fingers through her hair. "Yah...I mean that wasn't the plan for today! None of this was my plan for today." Honestly how had it come to all this? Was this really what she gets for delivering a funnel cake? She didn't WANT to talk to Dei in fact quite the opposite she wanted to give Eli the cake and leave, but nope never can have things her way. As Nate continued to rag on Dei a part of her wanted to defend him. After all that's what she'd been doing the past few months whenever people told her all those same things. "I mean I see that now." She felt enough of an idiot and a fool without him pointing out things she already now couldn't deny.

However when he asked why she bothered with him...She couldn't help but pause. If he meant today then no clue, maybe because she was hoping he be decent and give a real apology, but before that...why did she date him knowing his reputation? "Because...because for the few months we were dating and when we had started talking...it was different. That's not all he seemed to care about. We talked about lots of things, he'd play video games with me for hours. He actually got pretty good at injustice." She found herself almost bitterly giggling at the thought. "He showed he could be kind, he could be thoughtful. He encouraged me, and my dreams, and made me believe in myself. That I could and was actually an awesome singer and writer! Not just some nerd. He pushed me to be more then I was. That boundless confidence of his rubs off on you after a while. Even if he takes it to the extreme and which will definitely be the end of him at this rate." She sighed once again shaking her head knowing how she sounded. "I guess he showed me a different side of him and I wanted to believe in that. That somehow things were different with me. But I see now that was stupid." She was done trying to see the good in people. If you wanna bury what goodness you might possess that's fine, but she wasn't going to break her back anymore digging for it. "I was a fool, and I guess I got what I deserved for being an idiot."

Now it wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed her time with Nate. In fact practicality wise, she was much better when she dated Nate because there was a comfort zone he provided her, a safe space. Nate didn't need more from her, they could just be chill. He didn't like being in the big crowds and the limelight. Not like Dei did. She didn't have to change, or grow, or try to be exciting, and sexy with Nate. She was just Amy, and he was just Nate, and things were fine. But perhaps that was the issue, maybe that got boring? I mean Evie is all those things right? But maybe what was left of that feeling was why this conversation was even happening. Why was she even telling him any of this, or all of this? She could've waited till she got home and Charlie and Trevor were done with their dates. She could've called Josie. She could've called a lot of other people she supposed. But here she was...spilling her heart out to Nate...and it wasn't even hard.

Amethyst K. Jones

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She wasn't sure what kind of response she was expecting from him. Maybe to still slink away while he had the chance, before her eyes could look back up. It was sort of internal fear now that she'd blink and he'd be gone. Not just home, guys in general after what happened. She tried not to let it show. Just like now with the whole mess with Dei. With the exception of this slip up of a moment she was experiencing right now...she was trying to fake it till she made it. Trying to make the world believe she was just fine. She'd done the same back then when Nate left her she was trying to do the same now that Dei had. She wasn't going to be one of those girls moping around forever saying woe is me all day, crying in bathroom stalls or whatever other movie clique heartbroken girls do. Nope she didn't want to be her style or what she was known for. Other then her rapidly building reputation for having crap taste in men.

To be fair Nates reputation wasn't that bad, not until homecoming this year, so she hardly understands why that's counted against her. When he finally spoke up about her not being a bad girlfriend she did find some peace with that. She knew she'd done her best, but it was nice to hear one of them say it in a way she could actually believe it. Not that it eased the sting of anything that'd happened. If anything it solidified the fact that she hadn't deserved what had happened to her to begin with. She bit her lips slightly, "Then why'd you leave?" She asked finally. The burning question that'd been pushed to the back of her mind for almost a year now. He'd never once explained himself, or apologized, or anything. He just was gone, and left her to try and solve the mystery. A year later she still hadn't put the pieces together, and felt he owed her that much. Even just a hint. "I mean it's been over a year, can I at least now know what I did? What happened?" Her eyes pleading for some kind of closure from the whole thing. IT was hard enough dealing with the newest burn, but to have not even fully healed from this past one, was too much. She needed this.

At least he was honest. He would in fact have preferred they both walk away into obscurity and go back to never seeing or talking to one another again. Which honestly only made her more confused. IF she wasn't a bad girlfriend, wasn't a bad person...why did he want nothing to do with her? It just didn't add up to her. How can someone just up and change their mind about someone without any hint as to why and it not be other anything bad. "And yet?" She questioned wondering if that was his preference why didn't he walk away? He'd proven he could do it before, why wasn't he just doing it again now?

She sighed heavily running her fingers through her hair. "Yah...I mean that wasn't the plan for today! None of this was my plan for today." Honestly how had it come to all this? Was this really what she gets for delivering a funnel cake? She didn't WANT to talk to Dei in fact quite the opposite she wanted to give Eli the cake and leave, but nope never can have things her way. As Nate continued to rag on Dei a part of her wanted to defend him. After all that's what she'd been doing the past few months whenever people told her all those same things. "I mean I see that now." She felt enough of an idiot and a fool without him pointing out things she already now couldn't deny.

However when he asked why she bothered with him...She couldn't help but pause. If he meant today then no clue, maybe because she was hoping he be decent and give a real apology, but before that...why did she date him knowing his reputation? "Because...because for the few months we were dating and when we had started talking...it was different. That's not all he seemed to care about. We talked about lots of things, he'd play video games with me for hours. He actually got pretty good at injustice." She found herself almost bitterly giggling at the thought. "He showed he could be kind, he could be thoughtful. He encouraged me, and my dreams, and made me believe in myself. That I could and was actually an awesome singer and writer! Not just some nerd. He pushed me to be more then I was. That boundless confidence of his rubs off on you after a while. Even if he takes it to the extreme and which will definitely be the end of him at this rate." She sighed once again shaking her head knowing how she sounded. "I guess he showed me a different side of him and I wanted to believe in that. That somehow things were different with me. But I see now that was stupid." She was done trying to see the good in people. If you wanna bury what goodness you might possess that's fine, but she wasn't going to break her back anymore digging for it. "I was a fool, and I guess I got what I deserved for being an idiot."

Now it wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed her time with Nate. In fact practicality wise, she was much better when she dated Nate because there was a comfort zone he provided her, a safe space. Nate didn't need more from her, they could just be chill. He didn't like being in the big crowds and the limelight. Not like Dei did. She didn't have to change, or grow, or try to be exciting, and sexy with Nate. She was just Amy, and he was just Nate, and things were fine. But perhaps that was the issue, maybe that got boring? I mean Evie is all those things right? But maybe what was left of that feeling was why this conversation was even happening. Why was she even telling him any of this, or all of this? She could've waited till she got home and Charlie and Trevor were done with their dates. She could've called Josie. She could've called a lot of other people she supposed. But here she was...spilling her heart out to Nate...and it wasn't even hard.

Winona · Dec 13, 2020

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Nate

INTERACTIONS

Amy

MENTIONS

Dei, Evie

TAGS

Kitsune2202

"Then why'd you leave?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I mean it's been over a year, can I at least now know what I did? What happened?"

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

How did he answer that?

Was it too late to just walk away? To just escape this conversation again and walk off and just... not come back? Could Nate still do that? This conversation was... something that he knew would come eventually. He knew that every day he avoided Amy, he was just pushing off the inevitable, and after a year, you'd think he'd be ready to fucking deal with it but... he... he...

He just wasn't.

Then again, was Nate ever really going to be ready for this conversation with Amy? Was there ever going to be a point in time where he was ready to face her and explain why he'd ended things the way he had? Fuck, was Nate even ready to come to terms with himself on the shitty things that he'd done to the undeserving girl in front of him? The way he'd ended things with her had just been... absolutely horrible. A cowardly move. He hadn't even offered her a single reason as to why he'd behaved in that way.

Maybe because even Nate wasn't sure why he had.

It had started off first just... being panicked. Things with Amy had been great. They'd been easy. Basically no fights or disagreements, just happiness, easy-going moments. Nate had cared about her, alright? She was... his first girlfriend but also the first girl he'd actually felt things for. The first girl that made his heart beat in his throat and caused his cheeks to heat up and a dumbass grin to spread on his face. He'd really liked her, alright? Nate knew that.

But then she'd written that song. That... really romantic love song, and Nate had just... panicked. Suddenly it felt like things were moving too swiftly, because art came from the heart. It came from what you were feeling inside, so obviously that meant she felt the big l-word for him and that was something Nate was far from ready from.

So he'd started ignoring her texts and calls while he tried to sort through his jumbled thoughts. While he tried to piece together how he might go about dancing around this when he wasn't ready. But a couple days turned into a couple weeks... and Nate still hadn't seen her... and the longer he avoided her, the less balls he had to try and face her, and eventually it had just been easier to break things off without ever telling Amy he was breaking things off. It became easier to just fade from her life and move on. So that's what he'd done. He'd taken the cowardly way out of ghosting his girlfriend and then had taken to sleeping with whoever would give him the time of day.

But Nate didn't know how to word that. Nate wasn't good with his words. It was part of the reason he painted so much -- because when he was little, he'd had an easier time of describing how he was thinking or feeling through the etchings on paper or in the dust on the side of the tractor or in the dirt with a stick. Pictures were easier than words.

In his mind, he could see what he wanted to say -- but trying to transcribe an image into words was difficult.

And he highly doubted Amy would accept a "one sec, let me grab a pen and some paper and I'll draw it out for ya."

"I got..." his words were short, jolted, awkward. "I got... scared. That uhhh... song. I thought..." his eyes were glued to her as he spoke but his palms felt sweaty and Nate thought he might just pass out from stress. "We were... moving too fast, I guess..."

That was a shitty excuse.

And didn't sum up the picture in his mind at all. Fuck.

It was... weird to hear her talk about Dei in that way. Was that what Evie had seen in him, too? Could there actually be something beneath the many, many layers of assholery that made up Kordei Grant?

Doubtful, but hey, Amy saw what she wanted to see.

"I'm uhh... sorry... what happened with him..." Nate cleared his throat awkwardly. "It was shitty. What he did."

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LowkeyLovingLoki · Dec 13, 2020

AFFLUENZA

Being described as 'hella goofy' should not have felt as good as it did in that moment. Chase couldn't explain it - and he would die of embarrassment if he had to - but it was just like... he knew Javi meant it in a good way. He said it so fondly and Chase's cheeks felt hot and oh, God, he hoped he wasn't blushing because that would just be embarrassing. He was also painfully aware of the fact that he and Javi were holding hands still, with their fingers laced together like some sort of... anyway. It felt more intimate than anything they'd done before, and they'd done some pretty intimate things. They hadn't even kissed yet, but they'd been holding hands or touching in some other way for the entire night.

And as nice as it was, now that he thought about it... Chase kind of really wanted to kiss Javi. He wasn't really the kind of person to initiate affection like that, and certainly not with his other hookups, because they were much more likely to react badly, being 'straight'. But he couldn't see Javi reacting badly, especially not now, since the evening had been going pretty well so far. He smiled gratefully at his date when Javi let him out of the carriage first, making sure to keep his grip on Javi's hand. He opened his mouth to say something once they were both out, but before he could, Javi was blowing that foul-smelling smoke in his face.

Instinctively, Chase pushed him away as he coughed, but then tightened his hold on the other boy's hand. "Asshole," he muttered, clearing his throat, but he was nowhere near as pissed off as he might have been earlier. He just huffed a bit and watched Javi as he spoke. And listen, maybe his timing was kind of off, but he wanted to do something before he lost his never and he was just feeling so... so stupidly good after that ferris wheel ride. So he tugged on Javi's hand to pull them together and kissed him.

He had to go slightly on his tiptoes, being the one to initiate it, but he didn't care. He pulled back after a few moments, staring at Javi as if he, too, was surprised by his own actions. Then he swallowed, dropped back to the flats of his feet and looked around. "Um... bathroom. I'm sure we can find one. Or, at least, a portapotty."

Chase

MOOD: what is,,, feelings

LOCATION: w the birds --> on the ground

OUTFIT: x

INTERACTIONS:

hery

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Soap · Dec 14, 2020

MOOD: Excited, nervous... a little hungry.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: The fair
basics

MENTIONS: INT: Zeph, Stella, Naomi, Mor Winona @Kitsune Kio.exe
tags

TL;DR Idk just read it, man.
tl;dr

Alejandra

But I can't help from askin' are you bored yet?

Thankfully, before Alex could continue to make a fool out of herself. Morrigan came up and the brunette felt herself letting out a sigh in relief, a genuine smile appearing not a second later. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the compliments she had thrown at the rest of her... group, so to say. "They're okay, they'd be better if you didn't have a major sweet tooth." She stuck her tongue out at Morgie, holding the plate out to her. "For you, madam." She presented towards her friend with an overdramatic flourish.

Her attention was quickly redirected towards Stella and Zeph, and Alex cleaned the corners of her lips with her thumb-- yeah, so what she didn't have any napkins. It was just chocolate. Who cares? Okay... maybe she did. Alex didn't want to look like a complete slob in front of Naomi, but some things were just bound to happen. "Nopenopenope. No thank you, enjoy your teacups, but I think Naomi and I are okay..." A side glance over at Morrigan and she fought back a chuckle.

What? She didn't want to embarrass her.

"I think Mor would rather enjoy her dessert, too. You guys have fun though." Thank god, she got out of that.

"I'm literally so glad you said no to them earlier. Anything specific you guys wanted to do?" She said as the trio walked towards some of the games. She felt so stupid, was there something on her face? There had to be. Would it be bad if she asked? Yes, of course it'd be bad. But wouldn't it look worse if she didn't say anything?

Oh, who even cared at this point?

Relax, Alex. Just... relax.

A strong wind brushed over to them and Alex looked over to Naomi instinctively, "Uh, you want my jacket?" What? She asked Mor earlier-- on their messages, yes but it didn't matter. She said that she wasn't cold! She tried to be a good friend okay? It wasn't her fault she declined.

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Soap · Dec 14, 2020

MOOD: Oooo. Nickie.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Ferris Wheel
basics

MENTIONS: geminiy INT: Hunter, Nickie natsukashii ditto
tags

TL;DR Liv and Hunter decided to hop on the ferris wheel for some non-rated R fun.... to be interrupted by none other than Liv's favorite person.
tl;dr

Livanna

My sleep is gonna be affected, If I keep it up like a lovesick crack head

The next thing Liv knew, Nickie was squeezed in the cart with them-- which left her almost uncomfortably close to Hunter, and despite all that stuff about her minding it, as long as Nickie was here and could see that she wasn't being the total seductress Nickie believed she was, Liv didn't mind it at all. The eye contact was a warning, she knew it was. And that made it so much more exciting. Liv could practically feel the excitement jumping up from her stomach, which was so good because now that the high was practically gone?

Oh, pushing Nickie's buttons was a whole another high and Livanna was a complete addict. A wolfish grin appeared on her lips not even a moment later. "Oh, I was just saying how perfect you are. Head to toe, Hunter couldn't be more lucky." There ya' go, Hunter. No reason to be afraid of little itty bitty Nickie. Even if she was taller than her, she was still itty bitty.

"But if you must know, I was saying how head over heels you are for him." Liv shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the conversation.

She hated it.

Oh, she hated it so much.

Despite Hunter being a good fair partner, winning her games, and being incredibly sweet. She still couldn't believe he wanted a relationship with Nickie. Or... maybe Liv hated it because she wasn't enough for him? Enough for a quick fuck, but not a relationship? Maybe that's why she hated it. Maybe because she believed she wasn't enough for one too. At least that's what everyone else thought. What Hunter, and Ge-- NOPE. Gen is out of the picture.

Whether she had a high left or not, Liv was not about to let a low hit her just because a certain model decided to creep back up into her brain. "Woah, look how high up we are." Liv nudged Hunter, causing him to lean a little more forward to Nickie. In moments like these it was easy to see how... fragile, Liv was. At least in a sense of her still being a child.

Despite how much she'd gotten around, she was still so unexperienced with life itself. "Here, my love. Hold... Jasquisha." Hunter might've believed she was flirting with him, but nope. The unicorn went straight to the little blue-eyed scary lookin' doll to the opposite side of her.

"While we're here, may I just say-- how ravishing, you look tonight?" Of course, she didn't mean any of this-- When she meant to flirt, Liv would make sure they'd know she was flirting.

And well, Nickie knew she was just teasing... right?

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Winona · Dec 14, 2020

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Zephyr

INTERACTIONS

Stella, Naomi, Alex, Mor

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

Soap

Kitsune2202

Kio.exe

He traded with Stella for the cider and took a sip, the hot liquid burning his tongue at first. Zeph shrugged at her question. Cider had never been one of his favorite drinks -- Zeph was more of a plain old water kind of guy. Water, black coffee, anything that wasn't sweet. Which was maybe a little given that he was currently eating a funnel cake, perhaps one of the sweetest foods known to man, but hey. If Zephyr was eating sweet food, he didn't also want to drink something sweet. It was too much.

"Not bad," he stated, passing the cup back to her. It wasn't terrible, either. Just wasn't his cup of tea, so to speak. Maybe after they were done with the teacups and a few more rides, he could get something else to drink. But for now, for now, all he wanted to do was experiencing the nauseating spinning of some rides.

Zeph was a bit of an adrenaline junkie, alright? And it was hard to find people that would actually go on the rides with him. It was one of those things that made him miss his little sisters -- they were always up for riding whatever and going to amusement parks with them held some of his favorite childhood memories.

This summer, actually, was the first summer they hadn't gone to the amusement park.

His smile faltered, but only for a brief second before returning.

No point in crying or breaking down over the still raw death of his mother, right? It had been... what... three months now? Zephyr should've been over it by now.

Zeph took back what was left over of his funnel cake and took a couple more bites as they walked until the teacups came into view. He dropped the plate into the nearest trash can as Stella started towards the line, but hesitated when she asked the others if they were coming. Of course, Alex turned the offer down. Zephyr rolled his eyes as his friend walked away with Alex and Mor and he turned back to Stella, stepping into the back of the line with her.

"Alright," he said as the line started to shuffle forward. "Lin said to get the blue one in the far back. I guess it spins really fast or something, so we gotta get that one." Zeph felt like an excited kid in a candy store as the line kept moving, but came to a stop with them waiting behind one other family -- a dad and his two little kids.

Great, so they'd have to wait one round, and then they could get on.

Zephyr could live with that.

"You're not gonna get sick or something from all the spinning, right? I really don't want to be puked on."

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ditto · Dec 14, 2020

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... nickie abrams ...

MOOD

0 : - )

LOCATION

fairgrounds

TAGS

hunter

natsukashii liv

Soap

Nickie’s hand tightened on Hunter’s shoulder, her head hovering near his arm to avoid getting her foundation on his sleeve. Her lips, curled into a smile, grew tighter as she listened to Hunter speak. Her eyes were set intently on the bitch on the other side of Hunter, daggers hurling from them. They’d been hanging out for the last bit? What fucking business did this whore have with Hunter? The girl’s obsession with her made her want to gag herself with a spoon, but she didn’t know that it’d gone to the extent of trying to get with the boy who she had her eyes on, too. What an effing slut.

Nickie’s eyes flicked to Hunter, growing warm for the moment that she caught his face. He was the perfect man who had the total package— he was hot, sweet, funny, comforting, supportive, and everything else positive under the moon. He was fun to spend time around— but that was for her to enjoy, not Liv, and everyone should have known that, so what the fuck?

Her eyes moved back to Liv. The blue in them snapped cold again, as if a switch had been flipped. The audacity of this bitch made her want to claw her eyes out every time that she spoke to her, though. She shouldn’t’ve been surprised by this, so fuck her for not considering that Liv had no boundaries. First, stealing her lyrics; now, stealing her man. What next? Stealing her identity? She wouldn’t put it past her. She obviously wanted to be her. Taking her social security number and making a mask of her skin would just literally be the next step.

~~She didn’t fucking know why Liv wanted to be her, anyway, though. She didn’t even want to be her.~~

“Saying how perfect I am?” Nickie said, her upper lip pulling up into a slight scowl. What a damn lie. She rolled her eyes, letting out a soft, breathy laugh. Bullshit.

She waited for Liv to give her the correct answer, slipping her hand on Hunter’s shoulder to hold the underside of his arm, bringing her other arm around the top, and hugging it tightly to her chest. It was a not-so-subtle he’s mine, so watch what you say.

"But if you must know, I was saying how head over heels you are for him."

Nickie’s brows shot up and then squished down as her heart pattered in her chest. God, fuck— she’d gotten an initial wave of wow, she confessed the truth, and then another wave of what the fuck do you know about my feelings, bitch?. Now, as her brows shifted back up to twitch near their neutral position, Nickie let out another breathy laugh of disbelief. She expected it to be much worse or something. Still, being accused of simping— which was basically what was happening— wasn’t pleasant~~, no matter how true it was~~. So fuck her, but…thanks? Or should she even be relieved that it wasn’t something worse when literally not saying something worse was the bare minimum?

Beneath her breath, she muttered some soft, breath-heavy, mocking gibberish that sounded like something along the lines of “ahbuh huh, effing inconsiderate bitch”. Her brow twitched, and the smile that her lips formed looked a bit sourer than it had before.

Liv’s nudging and handing of the unicorn— one of the most gaudy things that she’d ever seen— over to Hunter made her suppress a scoff. Jasquisha? What kind of preschooler shit was that? That wasn’t even a word. Her nose squished up.

Had Hunter won that for her? The thought of it made her heart squish. No, no, there wasn’t any way. That godawful piece of shit would have been a waste of his time, money, and effort to get her, anyway. And if he had— wait, there was no way that he had, so there was no reason to…

Why had he done that, though— if he had?

Did he really care about her, or was she just another prospect?

She blinked hard, trying to clear the thoughts from her head, but they came back with a temper at Liv’s comment on Hunter’s appearance.

“State the obvious, Liv,” Nickie said, through a tense jaw. “He always looks ravishing.” She looked up at him, then quickly looked back to Liv. Her usual play nice in front of the boy thing was going to be difficult. “You telling him that isn’t news or accomplishing anything besides telling him something like the sky is blue. Plus, it’s not like he came here for you today.” Or for me, but. “So you saying that isn’t really adding anything.” Her smile dripped poorly-concealed venom.

Subtly never was her strong suit. Neither was lying.

She looked at the unicorn. “Jasquishaaaaa,” Nickie said, releasing Hunter’s arm and snatching up the stuffed animal as quick as possible. She held it out in front of her, puckering up and knitting her brows at it. Its buggy eyes stared back at her, reflecting her prettied face in its lifeless pupils. Damn it, this thing was so disgustingly ugly.

Hunter had won this for Liv— probably. Now she was thinking that— he probably won it for her. He probably won it for the stupid bitch, and her face probably lit up, and she probably swore that she’d love it forever like a little kid. She’d probably thought about how sweet and kind and nice Hunter was as she hugged it to herself.

Was Nickie strong enough to rip its head off?

She glanced down at the world below her, then back up at the unicorn. “Oh, are you just the cutest damn thing in the world?” She tried to shift her grip around it. “I just want to eat you—“

Her grip slipped from either side of the unicorn.

Her eyes followed the thing as the wind carried it away in a curve. It was a bit more aerodynamic than she’d expected it to be, and it got good distance before bouncing off of the roof of one of the foot carts as a colored dot.

Buh-bye, Jasquisha.

She repressed a smile, and she looked at Liv, wide-eyed. Victory swelled in her chest as she met her eyes.

“Oops! Omgosh, I’m so sorry!” Nickie said, stressing her words in desperation. “I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!” She, rather convincingly, disguised a laugh that she couldn't suppress as a cough, and then she met Liv's eyes once again. “I swear!”

Eat that.

Bitch.

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natsukashii · Dec 14, 2020

Hunter Drake

To say Hunter was uncomfortable wasn't an understatement or an understatement of an understatement. No, to say he was absolutely petrified was closer to the actual truth of his current state of mind than anything else.

And to clarify: no, he's not petrified because he's afraid of Liv and Nickie. they are usually so harmless, but what you have to understand is that separately, they are harmless. Separately, Nickie is a gem and someone very sweet. Separately, Liv was fun and a riot, but in the short amount of time they've been slowly going up into the air, the rocking of their pink Ferris cart sending Hunter regular reminders that they were high up in the air, the volatile atmosphere that came from all directions was scaring him to death.

Between Liv egging Nickie on and Nickie meeting her in every shot, Hunter was just sitting there, knees pressed against his chest, arms pressing his pecs up like he's ready to take a boob selfie. He has the most limited mobility he's ever had and that didn't even compare to the shots both girls were throwing at each other.

His name kept being brought up and then eventually it was centered on the two of them. Liv handed ...Jasquisha -- which was a shitty name for a stuffed animal -- as their shots kept being shot. Hunter was forced to hold that oversized stuffed animal while being squished between his rock and the hard place to his left who had handed him the unicorn in the first place.

God, why are you punishing me? Is this because I'm a dick to people on Twitter? I can't help if Evie pushes my buttons or if Nate is a grade-a chump.

Hunter began pondering on what led him here. the first thought that came to him was Chas and Dei and how their nights were going. He didn't know if they were as uncomfortable as he was right now or if they had two girls fighting over him. In his wildest dreams, being sandwiched between two girls never crossed his mind, but that was because he figured he wasn't ready for the advanced level yet.

Turned out he wasn't and God liked to have fun with his creations.

He sighed and went to speak. His mouth opened, a sentence was being formed and then, in the slowest descent he's seen since Mufasa in Lion King, Jasquisha felt to the ground below.

"See you, Space Cowboy.." Hunter said under a breath, glancing between both girls, shifting himself as much as he can. The cart rocked but he managed to get back into his previously awkward position. "So..." He looked at both of them again, fiddling his thumbs together for a few slow seconds. He looked ahead. "What an amazing view. You can see the entire fair from this height!"

location

fall fair

mood

mourning Jasquisha

outfit

boy looks like a rich bum

TAGS

ditto

Everything felt... right.

Trevor's lips pressed against hers, his hand on her cheek, this moment felt perfect and right. Like all of her apprehensions form just moments before faded away, or faded as much as her thoughts would allow. They still existed there at the edge of her thoughts but really, they weren't worth considering right now. Most of her worries had to do with what everyone else would think if they knew what was going on, but no one was going to find out, so there was no reason in worrying about the repercussions.

But still, she found herself thinking about it. She knew that, like, JJ would've given her some of disgusted look and just asked what the hell was wrong with her, to which Ash wouldn't have an answer. Because to be honest, she couldn't quite put into words why she wanted these moments with Trevor, or why she felt this way or that way about him. All she really knew was that made her heart flutter and she felt comfortable in his presence. Comfortable... safe.

Yeah, that was mostly it. Ash felt safe.

There was no swimming in her head, there was no roiling in her stomach, there was no panic or worries that were wearing her down -- at least not right now. She just felt... comfortable, relaxed, safe. It was a strange feeling, but she liked it. She liked the feeling of warmth and comfort from being here with Trevor.

If this moment could never end, Ash would be even happier.

Unfortunately, the moment as Trevor pulled away. She looked at him, waiting for his words, as he brought his hand up to hers and laced their fingers together. Her heart pounded a little more, a smile tugging at the edges of her lips as she glanced down at their intertwined fingers before looking back at him as he continued speaking.

“We’re…dating now.”

Would she ever get used to hearing those words and knowing that they were uttered by Trevor? Would the shock of knowing that she was dating Trevor Callaghan eventually wear off, or would she still be blindsided by it every minute that she was reminded of it?

She didn't think much on it as he intertwined their other hands and leaned forward, his forehead against hers. Her smile widened, a small laugh escaping her lips as she studied his face. No words came to her -- not even to answer his question. The idea of speaking and breaking this perfect moment, this little bubble of happiness and seclusion from whatever fight the rest of their classmates had partaken in this time... she didn't want to burst it by speaking.

Eventually, the bubble was burst anyhow as Trevor pulled away and looked towards the clock on the wall. She followed his gaze, her heart sinking when she saw how long had passed. To be honest, it hadn't felt like there had been that long between them arriving to the apartment and now. It barely felt like any time had passed from their date, but the clock on the wall didn't lie. Her eyes drifted back to meet his as he spoke again and brought up his roommates.

Right.

Normally, they wouldn't have been an issue. His roommates coming home and seeing them on the couch like this wouldn't have been an issue, except that there was the whole secret thing. And she felt a little sliver of pain in her heart at the reminder, but it was what she wanted. Even if it really sucked to have to tiptoe around and keep... this secret, it was what she wanted. Right? Right. Ash had been the one to suggest it, after all, so clearly that was what she wanted.

She couldn't handle the JJs of the school telling her what a dumb idea it was to date Trevor.

Ash's feelings were too easily swayed by the opinions of others, and dating Trevor would be one of those things that would probably be like... a black mark on her status. Look, look, she wanted to be with Trevor, but she still cared deeply about the opinions of others. And at the moment? Ash couldn't think of anyone that would be on board with this... save for, like, Charlie but Charlie just didn't count. Or, you know, all of Trevor's other roommates that had assisted in setting this up.

But again, they didn't count. Sorry.

He'd moved to the door by now, and Ash stood up from the couch to follow after him. Ash paused when he offered his hand back to her, but then a gentle smile graced her lips and she stepped towards him, taking his hand back in hers and tangling her fingers through his. "We can probably hold hands all the way to your car," she said. "Like, I doubt they'll be home yet and no one else is going to care -- if any of your neighbors are even out right now."

She wanted to keep this a secret, yeah, but Ash also wanted to hold her boyfriend's hand to the car.

She was horrible at secret keeping.

But fuck it.

She squeezed his hand in hers before using her free hand to grab the front of Trevor's shirt to pull him down while she rose up on her tiptoes to press one last kiss against his lips. Now that they were standing, she was more aware of the awkward height difference. Granted, most -- alright, like, all -- of the guys that Ash dated were way taller than her.

Ash gave him one last smile as she let go of his shirt and dropped back to her feet and stepped away from him.

With her fingers still tangled through his, she stepped out the front door and followed after him on the way to the van. Ash still stood close enough to him that her shoulder brushed against his arm.

"I don't think Eli or Gen are gonna be home for a while. Well, actually..." she trailed off, her teeth biting into her tongue for a moment as she remembered her earlier texts with Gen. "I was uhh... supposed to text Gen after we were done with, like, the date thing and she was going to take me home and we were going to get drunk... I should probably tell her that you took me home instead."

But, well, that could wait.

When they got to the van, Ash reluctantly let go of Trevor's hand so she could go around to the passenger side and hop in. Once seated, she checked her phone to see if, well, anyone needed her. Instead, she was greeted with a reassuring message from Lucky letting her know that he'd gotten Nic home safe. Ash had completely forgotten about that whole event, but hey, she was still glad. She sent a quick couple texts to Lucky and then put her phone back down.

"So... what are we going to tell everyone? Like, when they ask how the date went?"

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