Realistic or Modern hollywood arts: main (open!!)

[ditto]

@trev_or_nah
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MOOD || relishing
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OUTFIT || pajamas
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LOCATION || his apartment
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INTERACTIONS || ash
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MENTIONS || n/a
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TAGS || Winona
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Trevor’s plans for the night had been, originally, to leave the game, chipper as a bee and high as a kite, go home, perhaps work on his manuscript, and then turn in; when his plans had, so inconsiderately, changed, his plan was just to go to the party and drink a little bit. Nothing more than that, really. He hated changes in plan. They made him antsy. Gave him headaches.

But here he was, doing something he’d never expected to be doing in anything other than his mind, and he wasn’t even thinking what the feck are ya doin’ or anything of the sort.

Nah. Sure, his heart was beating in his throat, but the liquor kept him from thinking too much over it.

His lips moved with hers, as if she and he both, even in their drunkenness, remembered the moves to some kind of weird dance that their hearts conducted— that weird dance to confusing music that their hearts’d composed behind their backs, without them knowing, and then angrily chucked at their heads any time they were near one another.

His hands found places all around her body to rest upon and move about, even in the short breaks he took to catch his breath.

This felt different.

This felt good.

This felt right.

Had he been in his fully sober state, he would’ve been flipping out. He, Sean Trevor Callaghan, was making out with Ashton West on the couch in his shared apartment’s living room, in full view of anyone who was to walk in. Well, odds were he wouldn’t be doing this if he was sober— and neither would she— but if, by some odd coincidence, he did end up in this situation, he would have broken away before anything else could happen.

Of course, he wasn’t sober, so he didn’t stop, and neither did his lips, nor his (rather shaky) hands—

Until a ringtone blared from the phone in his back pocket.

“Shite,” he mumbled, pulling away for a moment and giving Ash a sorry look. He didn’t look at the caller ID— he was a bit too flustered for it. Instead, he just slid his finger across his screen and put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Sean!”

Shite. It was his grandmother. He knew that rough-yet-sweet voice from anywhere.

“Nana,” he greeted, trying to catch his breath and looking away from Ash. “What is it?”

“Are ya alright?” his grandmother asked, voice rife with concern and...irritation. He knew this tone all too well.

“I’m fine,” he said, slightly irritatedly. “Why’re ya callin’?” He tried his best to speak as if he wasn’t heavily intoxicated and out of breath.

She paused. “Ya didn’t text me and yer ‘da that you were goin’ ta bed like ya always do,” she said. “I got worried.”

Shite.

“I forgot,” he said. It wasn’t a lie. He had forgotten.

“Forgot? Heavens, ya should be in bed by this hour, Sean!” she fussed.

He blushed, embarrassed that Ash had to hear this. “I know. I’m just...up late’.”

“Writin’ or som’n?” she asked sarcastically. “Boy, ya sound drunk!”

Well, she was right.

“Sean, ya can’t just not tell us where ya are— it’s parta our agreement fer keepin’ ya over there!”

“I know...”

“Well, then apologize!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Genuinely.”

He sighed deeply. “I’m sorry.” He really was, but the way he said it made it obvious that he also really wanted to end the conversation.

His grandmother sighed. “Alright.” He could hear a small, concerned smile in her voice. “Me ‘n yer granda worry about ya, ya know it?”

He smiled slightly. “Yeah.”

“Goodnight, Seany. Go ta bed now,” she bade.

“Alright,” he said, and he hung up.

He looked embarrassedly at Ash. The air of the room had grown more tense as he’d spoken to his grandmother, but not necessarily in a good way. More in a way of well, now that we broke apart, what happens? kinda way.

He had an answer to that. He stood chuckled awkwardly. “‘t was m’Nana,” he said, as if she couldn’t hear. “I...” He glanced at the time on his phone. “Yeah, it’s...late, ya know.” He blushed and coughed awkwardly into his hand. “So, uh...”

He studied her face for a moment, considering giving her a goodnight kiss, but he turned away. “I’ll see ya in tha mornin’. Think we got some blankets ‘neath tha coffee table.” He glanced back at her, then blushed and chuckled again, looking away. “Uh...”

Feck it. This would probably be the last chance he got— when both of them were drunk off their faces and when his judgement and decision-making skills were impaired.

He planted another quick kiss on her lips, and he gave her a little, goofy grin. “Alright. Goodnight,” he bade.

With that, he walked away from her.

Then he stopped, turned around, and came back to her. “Wait, no, you go sleep on m’bed,” he said. “I’ll sleep here.” He grabbed a pair of blankets and made a shooing motion as he plopped on the loveseat.

His long body hung over the edges, but he pretended not to mind, covering up as much of his tall body as he could with the blankets before feigning sleep.

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code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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[jasmyn]

LOCATION: Stadium


OUTFIT: xxx

basics

eli geminiy
charlie
chas hery

mentions

nico _amaranth_

interactions

kennedy parker

seventeen ~ junior ~ hetero ~ music; vocals

Although Kennedy had gotten a ride to the party from Eli, she hadn’t seen much of him since they had arrived. About five minutes in she had been whisked away by the very friend she’d promised to come to the party for. Of course, there were a lot of shots involved and due to Ken’s lack of drinking experience, she was a lightweight and therefore already pretty tipsy after the first four or five. At some point, though she couldn’t recall when, she had lost her friend and ended up alone. Despite this, Kennedy was actually having fun and so she continued to drink. This time opting for mixed drinks instead of straight liquor.

She'd been dancing, playing flip cup, whatever other games people were roping her into but halfway through one of her drinks, she heard the commotion between Chas and Charlie. Even though she was no use to her friend in her current state she still stumbled over but there were far too many people were in the crowded apartment and she felt herself getting sick. What did normal drunk people do when they felt nauseous? She didn’t want to throw up and she didn’t know what else to do so she listened to the first thing her brain told her. Go outside for some air. Was it the best idea? Probably not but she did it anyway.

The girl was paying very little attention to her surroundings when she walked outside. Her cup of Malibu and lemonade still half-full was settled into one of her hands as she counted her steps. Her mind was elsewhere and it probably showed in her obliviousness especially when she crashed straight into someone. Her drink splashed on both her own outfit and the stranger's jeans as the cup fell from her hands and hit the concrete. "Shit. I mean, crap...ugh," she said quickly. What was wrong with her? Was this how all people got when they drank?

As her eyes finally met his she recognized him as someone she knew through Ash but her mind didn't register anything beyond that. Like the fact that he was Ash's ex-boyfriend or that in a sober situation she would've said sorry and went on her way. "Nico, right? Sorry about your jeans," she motioned down as she spoke. It was probably a better idea to go home and call it a night but she wasn't ready to, so instead, she pointed to him and raised an eyebrow. "How can I make it up to you?" she asked with a smile. She was having a good time so why let a spilled drink ruin either of their nights, right?

 

[Kitsune2202]

location?
outside Dei's place
interactions?
Nico ( _amaranth_ ) Kenny ( jasmyn ) Ali/Nickie/Ronnie/Zeph/Hunter/Briar/Mike/Charlie/Trevor/Ash/Lin (Mentioned)
outfit?
Here

Antonio Elizondo

Now not that knowing whose place it was going to be at would've made too much of a difference in plans, but it certainly would've given them a chance to brace for it. Toni just sighed with a grin on his lips at Nico's words before taking another hit, "Dude I had no idea where the party was gonna be, swear." But he was holding in his laughter at the irony of it. By the sound of things it was already raging, so taking a moment to make sure they were both sufficiently inebriated before entering to deal with whatever the night was going to hold for them was not only the right choice, but the best one. Incidentally their favorite as well.

He originally was also waiting to see if Ali was going to make her way to the party, they planed on continuing to hang out in the night, but she hadn't seen Ruby or her arrive yet. He hoped everything was ok. He figured he'd give it a bit more time, and him and Nico could just chill outside a bit. They've probably prefer it, other then the fact that the alcohol was all inside. He once again had no sense of time, or it passing as he just enjoyed the crisp night air.

What brought him back was the sight of people now leaving? It wasn't many, but still wasn't it a bit early for people to already be tapping out. There was first Mike with some girl he didn't recognize. She was cute, but then again that was Mikes type right? She seemed a bit silly jumping on his back and what not, it was kinda entertaining to watch even if Mike looked much less amused.

Next was some ginger, and a boy. She seemed liked she'd been crying and the boy was trying to comfort her. It briefly made him wonder what had gone on inside. Apparently nothing too serious as the party didn't sound like it skipped a beat. He turned away from them feeling like he was intruding if he continued to stare. People watching was an interesting pass time, and it made for great inspiration for his writing. He always had a mental notebook open whenever he watched or interacted with others. Especially strangers they were the best source for content without needing consent.

It didn't take long for the party inside to sound like things had taken a serious turn. was that chanting? Maybe a competition? The next person to leave started to get him worried as it was Nickie. She looked distraught and while he wanted to check on her, he thought maybe he should give her a bit of space. After all he had no clue what was going on inside to be making all these girls upset, and he wasn't sure he wanted too. Not to mention there had to be enough of her friends at this party about to run out after her if it was serious right?

That theory was sort of thrown out the window once he saw Lin, Charlie, Ash, and Trevor walk out, all ridiculously drunk (except the one person he thought would be the most outta his mind) and walking? One of the blonde's looked lost, confused, tired, upset. Not in the same way Nickie and the Ginger were, but still. The other looked angry! He turned his head to Nico, "Uhh..maybe we should skip out on this one. Looks like a drag, you hate the guy, and the last four chicks that've walked out have not been ok. I don't know what's going on, but I doubt it's anything good." He noted. That group did not look ok as a unit right now, and he wasn't in the mood for anything to blow his high.

He turned back in Nickie's direction thinking maybe if no one was coming that he should go check on her, but just as the thought crossed his mind the boy from earlier came out and went to her car. He sighed with relief that she had someone and that he didn't have to move. He wasn't the best at giving comfort, people in distress made him anxious. "Yah...part of me feels like the free booze ain't worth it. We can stay and go in if you want, but if you wanna bail I'm 100% for it." He added in the end. Sure he still wished they could've met up with Ali and hung out, but there would be other times, other parties that...hopefully didn't have so many distressed people. Particularly girls. Maybe it was better she didn't come.

Just then another clearly drunk girl comes out the door, but at least she doesn't look upset like all the others, but then she accidently knocks into Nico spilling her drink all over them both, "Woah there, steady girl. Maybe one too many?" He hums trying not to chuckle at the sight of his best friend. This had to be the cherry on top, there was no way Nico would ever be convinced to go to another football game with him again.

I became Insane with long bouts of terrible sanity~

coded by incandescent

 

[hery]

MOOD: bleedin

OUTFIT: green n classy

LOCATION: Dei's place

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
geminiy (Charlie)
LowkeyLovingLoki (Seb)
natsukashii (Hunter)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Chas Marino

The louder the crowd's shouting got, the more everyone's voice became garbled into one. Amid all of the commotion, everyone's undivided attention was familiar and, in a twisted sense, comforting. Trash T.V. is full of spontaneous fights, so the more Chas tried to rationalize it, it wasn't so strange to be the target of such a beating. This made for some excellent exposure. But damn did it hurt. He ran a finger down his bruised cheek, wincing at the application of the smallest amount of pressure.

No, actually... it still kind of sucked. Charlie's final words grated his nerves more as his fear turned to fury. The fight had stopped and he didn't have to be afraid now, so the boy could afford to shoot the girl a nasty glare. It didn't matter how much he antagonized her now. Their little scuffle was, undoubtedly, over. For now. "Go enjoy your victory. It'll be the last nice thing you have for a long while." He forced a crooked smile, much akin to that of a bloodied, toothless crackhead's. Wins and losses, PR, and nasty revenge schemes were all second nature to Chas. What he had in store for Nate was nothing compared to the destruction he would enact upon Charlie.

Had she even heard him? Didn't matter. She'd come to find out very soon... or later. As soon as Chas could figure something out. But there were more pressing matters, as made evident by his "boyfriend" (a word from Charlie which most definitely did not go unnoticed by Chas) and Hunter.

He played off his mortification with a smile, shaking his head slowly at Hunter. I still can't believe she did it... Why were they fighting, anyway? Charlie got upset because Chas told her to stay out of his business? How had the girl managed to turn this completely on him? As if the little degenerate blonde was so righteous in this. He only hoped she would come to regret what she had done like the irresolute weakling she was.

"I'll be fine," he assured Hunter, putting on his most confident face, "Get the girl." He couldn't help but be proud of the little man, although it was a bit low trying to steal one of Chas' fans. He would allow it, given he basically had Seb now. Loyalty and stuff, right? Watching him raise his voice at the crowd filled him with satisfaction, enabling him to happily take credit for Hunter's capable persona. This guy is going places...

Chas grunted as Seb raised him onto his feet. He rolled his eyes, instantly picking up on how overwhelmed the tall boy was. Seb did, however, make up for it with his forceful pushing through the crowd. Chas was positive he had caused someone to spill a bit of their drink, which was insanely hot.

Chas snatched the tissues out of Seb's hand and wiped his face with them, although it didn't help much considering a lot of the blood around his mouth had already dried. He pressed the rest under his nose. In no time they were already drenched and threatening to tear apart.

He fought with Seb, swatting the dark-haired boy's hand away from his head. He let his face sit in a neutral position, leaning slightly forward. "You're not supposed to lean your head back, genius. It just makes blood go down your..." He swallowed and coughed a bit. "... throat." There was an apparent whistle in his voice from his lack of a front tooth.

"Now hurry up and find the stupid kit. Can't you see I'm injured here?"

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[Winona]

She couldn't believe what was happening -- but given her drunken state, it wasn't like Ash was really thinking.

If she was sober? This would never be happening. Trevor had flirted with her before and Ash had always turned him down. It was like a game -- at least, to her. He was a certified fuck boy and Ash didn't mess with certified fuck boys. She didn't do the whole "one night stand" or "hookup" thing that so many of her classmates seemed to be obsessed with.

And yet here she was, making out with Trevor. Any consideration of this being a bad idea or... something that she would never do went out the window. Ash couldn't think past the feeling of Trevor's lips against hers. Her hands pressed against his chest before moving over his shoulders and then tangling in his hair, and she moved closer until she was almost get him and then--

And then.

Trevor's phone went off.

Ash was going to suggest just ignoring it, but Trevor had already answered and had pulled away. She moved back from him, to her originaly position on the end of the couch -- putting plenty of room between herself and Trevor.

Despite not trying to eavesdrop, the voice on the other end was surprisingly loud and she heard most of the conversation -- not that any of it was super interesting. Ash pulled her legs back to her chest again, wrapping her arms around them while she watched Trevor. He was distracted by the phone call, so it gave her a chance to study him when he wasn't looking.

He cast her an apologetic smile, and she just returned the smile with her own. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip again. The longer she watched Trevor, the more apparent it became to her that that feeling -- the hammering in her chest, the warmth in her cheeks -- wasn't just from the liquor.

Finally, he hung up but neither of them spoke and they certainly didn't go back to how they were before. The moment was gone.

It felt like one of them should say something, right? About the impromptu make out session and when Trevor started to speak, she thought maybe that was what he was going for. Maybe a little part of her was hoping for some kind of conversation regarding it, but nope. Instead, he went in a totally different direction that she expected.

Telling her good night.

"Uh... yeah," she mumbled. "See you in the... morning." Ash glanced towards the blankets under the coffee table but to be honest, sleeping was the last thing on her mind.

And then he kissed her again, and Ash's hand reached up to touch his cheek. But it was different than the previous kisses. Not heated, not eager, just... a soft, gentle kiss.

As he started to walk away, Ash felt around on the couch until her fingers closed around her phone. She felt like she needed to talk to someone just to get her mind off of everything that had just happened, but then Trevor was coming back.

For a moment, she thought maybe, maybe, he was going to kiss her again. They would go back to how they had been a few minutes ago, when everything had felt right and good.

But instead, he was offering her his room.

The last thing she wanted to do was sleep in Trevor's room, but Ash didn't have the energy to argue. She was drunk and reeling from feelings that she hadn't even known she possessed, so she pushed herself off the couch and brushed past Trevor. Ash started out of the living room but paused to look back at Trevor.

She contemplated saying something about what had just happened, but her courage died before she could get the words out. Instead, she just gave a faint smile.

"Goodnight, darlin," she teased and then turned away and headed down the hallway to Trevor's room.

Ash walked into his room and closed the door after her and flipped on the light -- it wasn't like she was about to go to sleep. She leaned back against the door for a moment, her teeth digging deeply into her bottom lip until it started to hurt. This was... weird. Being in Trevor's room and in his hoodie after just making out with him on the couch.

Yeah. Tonight was weird.

With a sigh, she walked over and sat down on his bed and pulled out her phone. She wanted to text... somebody, but what was she even supposed to say? "Yeah Trevor kissed me and we kinda made out but then his grandma called and ruined the mood and then things were awkward."

... Okay so she totally could say that, but she would sound crazy.

Plus who would she even bother with that? Rome couldn't keep a secret. Lake probably wouldn't know what to say. Eli was Eli and telling him would just feel wrong and it was the same with Gen and Hunter.

So, with a sigh, she tossed her phone onto the bed beside her and pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs and, with a huff, she buried her face in her knees and tried to calm her swirling thoughts.

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Trevor

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: ditto

code by valen t.

 

[natsukashii]

Hunter Drake

online

onthehunt
mood
outfit
location
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  Comforting
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  Parking Lot (Inside Nickie's Car)
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  ditto fin

Their embrace may have lasted longer than it felt like or maybe it didn’t. Hunter honestly didn’t know and he didn’t care. It was clear as Amy was Dei’s girlfriend and Nate was going to experience a reckoning when he least expected it that Nickie wasn’t okay. Hunter’s limited observational prowess knew that much. He knew it because she was still shaking in his arms. Her tears had leaked onto his green jacket but none of that mattered. It wasn’t as big of a priority as making sure she understood just how important she was to him.

Chas told him to get the girl. And while he wasn’t sure exactly what that meant (in the way Hunter wanted to, at least), right now she asked if she could go home with him. For a moment, Hunter just stared at her as she found the strength within her to go back to the driver’s seat and their hands clasped onto each other.

My stomach feels funny. Hunter felt like it was turning on itself but not in the way it did when he ate bad cheese or tried the all-soda cocktail at the corner store. No, it was the sort of feeling he had the first time he watched Titanic with Amy and Dei one day (not his choice), but it happened and here he was feeling like every mom and daughter who saw Jack sinking. Stomach was aflutter and all Hunter could do was gently smile at the most beautiful girl at Hollywood Arts.

With a quick nod, he just pulled his phone out and sent Dei a text. Gonna be staying at Nickie’s tonight. Don’t wait up!

But the text didn’t stop. For about twenty seconds, he got into it on Twitter but Hunter just closed the app. There was no way he was going to allow himself to get sucked into that vortex tonight. As much as he would love to tell Nate and Evie off some, his priorities were with Nickie Abrams.

As he leaned back into the seat, he turned his head to face her. “Let’s go!” He said with a smile.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[geminiy]

Charlie Howell

Charlie couldn’t ignore the hammering against the inside of her ribcage that only increased in intensity as Lin sat down beside her, their bodies shuffling closer together under the warm canopy of the blanket. Wrapping her shoulders up with her side of the blanket, Charlie pulled her knees further up towards her chest so that her bare feet were resting on the plush fabric instead of the cold concrete. She was certain that the alcohol coursing through her veins had little to do with the nervous trembling of her fingers or the heat that burned across her nose and cheeks to the tips of her ears.

“Ah, we’re the newest menu item are we?” Charlie joked, hyper-aware of every word that fell from her lips. She was laughing along with the joke but every one of her senses was focused on the lack of a gap between them, of the hum in the air that refused to settle into a normal rhythm. “I think we’d go great with that green hot sauce they have. Gotta get that flavour, ya know?”

The silence returned along with the hollow feeling in Charlie’s stomach. The twinkle of city lights and oversized billboards and headlights still burned Charlie’s eyes but she couldn’t focus on any of it. As the buzz of the alcohol began to dissipate along with the adrenaline of the fight, Charlie’s head had begun to spin, temples throbbing with pain, stomach churning with anxiety and nausea. Her hands had begun to ache, the cuts on her cheeks stinging with the exposure to the cooling wind. Yet none of it could compare to the pain that burned in Charlie’s chest, the type of pain that was incurable and violent and relentless; the type of pain that could only be caused by damage to the soul.

Charlie had become so lost in her own thoughts that she had barely registered Lin’s toaster pastry joke, subconsciously chuckling softly in return. It wasn’t until Charlie felt Lin stop moving around beside her that she was taken from her own mind, her face softening.

"I'm here 'cuz I wanna be here."

Raising her head to look over at Lin, Charlie felt her stomach drop. That was the answer she had not wanted to hear. No, she had definitely wanted to hear that, that Lin wanted to be around her. It was the answer she couldn’t hear, the answer she refused to believe. His next words only drilled further into her chest, Charlie’s breath hitching slightly in her chest.

“ 'Cuz I like you."

No, he couldn’t be saying that. He didn’t mean it, he couldn’t mean it. Charlie attempted to convince herself that she was reading too much into Lin’s words. They were friends, right? And friends want to be there for each other through hard times! Friends were unconditionally supportive, they said things the other wanted to hear when they were down, making each other laugh when crying seemed like the only option.

But friends didn’t have to sneak glances or cherish seldom moments alone. Friends didn’t find themselves captured by their every move, each word burning into their minds like lyrics to their favourite songs. Friends didn’t study their faces as if it was the last beautiful thing they’d ever see again, trying to retain every detail to memory. In friendship, tiny details like the song that was playing in the car when their hands first met or the feeling of their arms wrapping them into security were insignificant.

That’s what scared Charlie more than anything. She knew friends didn’t do that, she knew that every feeling she had been repressing was beginning to bubble to the surface, threatening to spill from her frazzled mind and out of her drunken lips.

Charlie loosened her posture slightly, making a conscious effort to release the tension she had been holding in her stomach and jaw. Lowering her gaze, Charlie slowly leaned her body over until her head was resting on Lin’s shoulder, nestled in the soft crook of his neck. She would play this off later as being too drunk and too tired to sit up straight. No one had to know how much she had longed for that contact, how much she wanted Lin to wrap her up in a hug with that blanket and to stay there in that embrace all night.

Lin began to talk about his mother, about the feeling of home. It was times like that, just the two of them talking and letting down the guards they had kept up for so long, that Charlie understood why he had managed to weave his way into her every waking thought. Just listening to Lin speak, hearing the smooth tone of his voice and feeling the gentle vibrations of his sound coming from his chest, it brought Charlie a type of comfort she had never felt before. She felt safe.

Charlie struggled to process Lin’s last sentence. What did he mean? Charlie felt as if she had peaked behind a curtain that had been concealing an innermost thought that he had kept concealed from the world. She instantly sat upright, face contorting into a picture of concern. Before she realized what she was doing, her hands were on either side of Lin’s neck, her gentle thumbs resting along the contour of his jaw.

“You matter. You always matter.” Charlie said firmly, her voice cracking slightly as she forced the words out. “Even when you think you don’t, you do. You’ll always matter.”

Instinct was taking over, threatening to run rampant with Charlie’s emotions. She couldn’t help her gaze drifting to Lin’s lips and back up to his eyes again. Was it fear or excitement she was feeling? Perhaps both. Charlie hadn’t noticed how close they had been getting, faces inches apart.

It would be so easy…

Charlie dropped her hands, scrambling to her feet. No, she wasn’t doing this again. She wasn’t going to ruin another friendship. She wasn’t going to be the downfall of one of the few people left in her life that brought her joy no matter what. Charlie had fucked up everything she had touched that night, she refused to break them too.

She was panicking. It was too late. She had stepped over the line that she had promised herself she would never cross ever again. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She couldn’t do this, any of this. Turning to face Lin, Charlie’s face read one clear emotion: regret.

“I’m so sorry.” Charlie stammered, her mouth drying along with her throat. “I, uh, I’ll be back. I’ve gotta go. You should, uh, get comfortable.”

Real fuckin smooth, Charlie.

Charlie stepped into the apartment, not bothering to close the door behind her. Fuck, what was she doing? She needed someone, anyone.

Trevor.

She needed Trevor, her unbiased voice of wisdom. A person who would never judge her.

Yeah, she needed Trevor.

Charlie made her way quickly through the apartment, mind set on Trevor’s room. He had to be in there. Just a few more steps until she could get everything off her chest. Pushing her way into the room, Charlie flipped on the lights.

“Trevor I-” Charlie stopped dead in her tracks. Last she checked, Trevor was not a tiny blonde. Charlie’s eyes widened. Had she just walked in on them? Should she avert her eyes? Could she avert her eyes? Once she realized that it was only Ash, Charlie let out a heavy sigh. “Ash. I need to talk. Let’s go.”

Grabbing Ash’s hand, she pulled the other blonde off the bed and out of the apartment. Her grip was ironclad, her lungs squeezing shut as she stepped out of the apartment. Charlie refused to say anything until they were down the stairs and out of the front of the apartment building. She then turned to Ash and began to speak.

“I am a total fucking idiot and I almost kissed Lin just now and I have fucked everything up tonight and I am so sorry that I fucked up and I can’t fucking ruin this too and I really like him but I hope he doesn’t hate me but I understand if he does because he deserves so much better and…” Charlie rambled, lips and tongue moving faster than her brain. Her words ran dry and she let out a hefty breath, trying to calm herself. Mind steadying, Charlie looked back up to Ash. “This night has been absolutely fucked up and I am so sorry I ruined everything. But I don’t know who else to turn to, Ash.”

location

outside the apartment complex

mood

well done, charlie, you fucked everything up again

outfit

ugh

tags

lin/trev ditto
ash Winona

coded by natasha.

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

HAND OVER HAND

Seb was actually glad that Chas knew what to do with a bleeding nose, because Seb was completely guessing. And he did have to excuse Chas' attitude, because just looking at him made Seb's heart ache, so he could only imagine how Chas was feeling. He rummaged through the cabinet a bit longer before finally finding the small plastic box that contained, hopefully, everything he was going to need. He pulled it out and faced Chas, dropping the box on the vanity. "Not a smart idea to argue with the person who's trying to help you," he commented mildly, then opened up the box and took note of what was inside it.

Needless to say, Seb was pretty lost at first. Everything just looked like bandages in varying degrees, plus some bandaids and, like, maybe some anti-septic wipes? Those seemed right, so he grabbed some of those and some bandaids. Stepping closer to Chas, he looked him right in the eyes and said "Don't move," as he reached up to wipe the blood from his face with the anti-septic. He figured if he got rid of most of the blood, as well as cleaning any wounds at the same time, he could actually see how much damage there was. He wiped Chas' face as gently as possible, and after about a minute and a half, most of the dried blood had been wiped off. Chas' lip was obviously split, his nose clearly not in good shape, by the sounds of it he was missing a tooth, and whatever part of him wasn't bleeding was bruised.

"Okay," Seb muttered, mostly to himself as he looked back in the box. "Um..." He grabbed another wipe and gently grazed Chas' lip with it, hoping that it would somehow... help? He didn't think Chas would be into putting a bandaid on his lip, so he figured that was the best he could do for now. Reaching for a hand towel, Seb ran it under the water as cold as it could go, and then pressed the cold towel to Chas' bruises gently. "It probably isn't helping, but I don't have ice," he said, hoping to get that in before Chas could complain. He grabbed more tissues with his free hand and swapped them with the blood-soaked ones that Chas was holding. "Keep trying to stop the blood flow."

Sebastian

MOOD: too depressed for this shit

LOCATION: kordei's party

OUTFIT: Dark green hoodie, black skinny jeans, dark blue sneakers

INTERACTIONS: hery

code by valen t.

 

[ditto]

LINDSAY KAY & TREVOR CALLAGHAN​

Charlie's hands on Lin's neck and the words that followed made him give her a little, lopsided smile. "Thanks," he whispered, studying her face again.

He could read, in her eyes, that she was holding back something. Here was where he would usually say a do it-- no balls taunt, but...nothing of the sort came. It was like he couldn't talk. It was like her face took every word from his pretty empty mind, and he was left just in awe.

He remained quiet, his eyes full of something akin to wonder as his eyes scanned hers.

And then, suddenly, she pulled back. He sat in the same position that he had before she'd moved, a bit confused as to what had just happened. Why'd she just pulled away from him? Did he smell bad or som'n? He should have stolen some of Bean Man's Axe.

He looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. What was she apologizing for? She had nothing to be sorry for.

Before he could really get another word in, Charlie was gone.

He felt a small tinge of...what was it...? He wanted to stand up and pull her back out here and, like, hug her until he suffocated himself against her. He wanted to go back a couple of seconds and relive that little moment they'd had. He wanted to have brought his lips to hers and just...he didn't know, tried to soothe her worries.

But he didn't do any of those things, and, instead, his eyes squinted at the city lights.

"Word...," he mumbled to himself, looking out at the city. "Words..."

Oh, yeah. Regret.

"Kiss her next time, dumbass," he slurred in a mutter to himself, standing up from the concrete and picking up the blanket with himself.

He wrapped the fluffy thing tightly around his body, and he leaned the front of his body against the balcony railing, looking down at the city below.

He grinned after a long moment.

"They still look like ants," he muttered.

• • • • •​

Trevor couldn't sleep. There was no way he could sleep. The thoughts running through his head wouldn't let him.

The thoughts colliding against his skull were even noisier when he was drunk. It was dreadful. He understood why Hemingway, in his constantly drunken state, was such a great writer; he, too, must've felt that thought collision.

Trevor's hands itched for his ballpoint pen and that patent leather journal he kept on his desk, but he couldn't stand up and go and get them; his room was too far away, and Ash was in there-- and probably Charlie, from what he could tell after she'd rushed in.

He sighed softly. Ash... He could feel her hands in his hair, her lips on his, and the euphoria he felt as they had shared that time together.

Fuck. He wished he were alone-alone right now...

What was so special about those kisses, anyway? What had made those so special? What had made him so nervous that his hands shook? What had made his heart catch in his throat and his words stop before they reached his tongue?

He could answer all of those questions right away, regrettably: it was Ash.

If he'd been sober, there would have been something-something-something here in his head about him trying to deny it, but fuck it. It was too much effort to deny it right now.

Fine. He felt something for Ash. So?

That kiss that they'd shared? The feelings that he swore that he could feel behind them on her part? It was probably nothing to her. No, it was definitely nothing to her. If it wasn't, then that meant that they were something more than what they were.

Which they weren't. They were...friends.

Friends who had just passionately made out.

Okay. Ash was a...special person to him, alright? He wasn't going to deny that. But he was bad medicine. Like, bad bad medicine. It was just better for the both of them that he believe that this was a one-sided thing, even if he kinda figured that it wasn't.

He heard the door squeak open again, and bare feet padded in. Seconds later, there came a voice, "Yo, Bean Man?"

Fuck. Crack Kid returned.

Trevor tried his best to remain still and quiet. Maybe he'd buy that he was asleep.

"Yoohoooo," Lin called. Trevor could hear him plodding nearer.

Trevor held his breath. Go away.

The room went silent for a moment, and he relaxed slightly.

"You awake?" came a voice right next to his ear.

Trevor jerked in surprise, clutching his chest.

Lin cracked up, clutching his stomach.

Trevor rolled his eyes and wiggled, trying to get comfortable again.

"Buha! You jumped like you were gonna die!" Crack Kid cackled. "Just--" His body shook, his eyes growing wide and laughter silencing a moment as he acted out Trevor's terrifying moment, and then he resumed his laughter.

"Whaddoya want?" Trev asked the other boy grumpily.

Lin calmed down with a sigh, nearly losing his balance on his feet. "That's my seat," he slurred.

"Your seat?" Trevor repeated, lifting up on his elbows and raising an eyebrow at the smaller boy. "Why?"

"I marked my territory," came the matter-of-fact response.

"Ya pissed on my carpet?" He could feel a headache coming on. Please. Christ. Don't've.

Lin looked confused, his brows furrowing and his lips forming a small frown. "Why the eff would I do that?"

"Ya lit'rally wanted ta bet ta make out wit' me earlier. I wouldn't put anythin' past ya."

Lin laughed. "Hey! It was, like...big money!"

Trevor let himself fall back onto the couch again. "Alright." He turned over, clutching the blankets closer to him.

The conversation should end here.

"Get up," came Crack Kid's voice again.

Trevor clenched his jaw and sighed.

"That's my spot."

Don't respond.

He felt a poke on the back of his head. "Get up."

"Christ, will ya leave me be?" He turned back to Lin. "This is my apartment."

"And that's my seat."

It was like talking to a feckin' wall. "No, it's not. It's my apartment."

"Yeah? I don't see your point?" Lin pointed to the clothing strewn near the loveseat's bottom. "Those are my clothes. I claimed my spot here before you did."

"Oh my ffff..."

He didn't have the energy for this.

He begrudgingly got up from his-- sorry, Lin's-- spot on the loveseat, picking up the blankets and carrying them over to the couch.

"Hey, I need those," Lin said.

"Get yer own," Trevor said, settling on the couch and flipping the blankets over himself.

"Where from?"

"Under the coffee table," Trevor responded, closing his eyes and growing quiet again.

He heard a bit of shuffling from the loveseat area, and it went quiet for a moment.

Finally, peace. He could...introspect aga--

"Hey, Bean Man?"

Feck.

"Bean Man? You still awake?"

Trevor sighed, lifting up enough to turn his head towards Lin. "Can ya just not call me that?" he asked irritably.

"Hiss," Lin mocked. He seemed to have outstretched his body, and his hands were folded behind his head. His blankets covered him from the feet to the neck. His eyes were settled on the ceiling. "What would you rather me call you: Bean Man or Irish Spring?"

"Neither. It's Trevor." Why was this so hard for people to get?

"Trevor," Lin repeated. After a moment, he concluded, "Nah, I don't like it."

"It's my name."

"It doesn't fit you."

Trevor sighed. "It's my name."

"Don't you have a middle name you could be called?"

Oh. My. Feckin'...

"Trevor is my middle name," Trevor sighed.

"Trevor Trevor Callaghan? What kinda name is that?"

"No, Sean's my first name," he explained irritatedly. "I go by Trevor."

"I don't like Trevor."

"I do!"

"Maybe you do, but I'm just built different."

Trevor huffed in frustration. "Whatever. Fine. Call me whatever."

There was a small pause in conversation, and in it, Trevor sighed. He didn't want to talk to Lin, per se. The kid was annoying.

But...come to think of it, maybe introspection was worse than talking to the guy.

"What was yer question?" Trevor asked.

Lin was quiet a moment. "I forgot," he said simply.

Trevor sighed softly. "Oh..."

The air between them was...dense.

Lin broke the silence. "Something happen in here with Ash?"

"Something happen out there with Charlie?" Trevor fired back, hardly hesitating.

Lin went quiet. "Yeah, kinda."

Trevor hadn't expected him to actually respond, and, admittedly, his brotherly concern kicked in with his next question. "What exactly?"

He caught a sight of a shrug from Lin. "I dunno. We just...talked." He paused. "Oh, and I said I liked her."

Trevor laughed. Such juvenile language. “Like her? Or like like her?”

“‘s there a difference?” he asked. “I dunno. I never thought about it before.”

“Was alla ‘er rushing in just because ya confessed?”

“I wouldn’t call it a confession. I just was talking. Like, I just said what I was feeling.”

Wish I could do that.

“What’d she say?” Trevor asked.

The other boy paused. “I dunno.”

“Ya don’t know?”

“She didn’t answer me. She doesn’t need to or anything.”

“...Yeah...”

How was Lin so...lax? Was it self-confidence, or was it just emotional ignorance?

There was a pause in conversation, and Trevor worked his tongue against his teeth.

“What happened in here?” Lin asked nosily.

“Nona yer business.”

“C’monnn,” Lin whined. “I told you.” His slurred words were barely intelligible, but they still kind of grated on his eardrums.

“Ya didn’t have ta. Ya said it without much pryin’.”

“I’ll start calling you Bean Man again.”

“Don’t.”

Lin cocked a lopsided grin. “Then tell me.”

“No,” Trevor refused. “Listen, ya can’t—“

“Pretty please? I’ll be super-uper-duper nice to you...”

Trevor sighed. He really was...childish. But the boy was drunk...like, so drunk that he could hardly make out what he was saying, and...

Well...

He needed to get this off of his chest.

“How’d ya figure out ya...liked Charlie?” Trevor asked.

“Are you trying to change the subject?” Lin asked suspiciously.

“No.” He was being honest. “I just...wanna know.”

Lin paused, and then laughed. “I’unno. I was standing on the balcony. Felt something weird. Did some Sherlock Holmes shit and figured out it was that I liked her.”

Trevor snickered despite himself. It was that easy for him to admit it, huh?

“Why? You like someone or something, Bean Mannnn. Oops. I mean...Trev?”

He didn’t respond for a moment, and then said, “So what if I do?”

“What?”

“I mean...what’d it mean?”

“I’unno. I guess it’d just mean that you liked her— or him. And that’d be all there was to it, right? Unless they wanted there to be more...”

“Ya have such a simple way of looking at things,” Trevor sighed.

“You calling me dumb?”

“No...I’m just sayin’ ya...got some kind of weird, childish maturity...kinda creeps me out.”

“I’m creepy?”

Trevor laughed despite himself again. “Kinda.”

Lin huffed. “First you won’t tell me what happened in here, now you call me creepy— you’re the one with the pedovan.”

“Hey! It’s not a pedovan!”

“Kinda is.”

Trevor sighed. “Why do ya wanna know what happened in here so badly?”

“‘Cuz I’m curious.”

Fair enough.

“It’s...really nothin’,” Trevor sighed. “We jus’...talked.”

“Uh...huh.” The boy sounded skeptical.

“What’s with that tone?”

“You ‘n your darlin’, sitting alone in a pretty dark room, ‘n she’s wearing your sweatshirt, ‘n you just talked? Kinda sus.”

“Hey!” Trevor said, but he quieted for a moment.

Was it that easy to figure out?

“Did you smooch’er?” Lin teased.

“Eh, feck off.”

“Oooh, wait, really?”

“Leave me be.”

“Trevor, my man! Putting on the moves!”

“Shut up, Leonard.”

Lin laughed. “Leonard?”

“That’s what Lin’s short for, right?”

Lin cackled.

Guess not.

“It’s Lindsay,” he explained after a moment. “I call my haters the Nay-sayers ‘cuzza that.”

Trevor laughed. “Nay-sayers...kinda clever.”

“You sound surprised, bro.”

Bro? Were they bros now?

“Not surprised,” Trevor laughed, “bro.”

“I don’t like the way you say that word,” Lin teased.

Trevor rolled his eyes. There went the moment.

He flopped over and curled his covers tighter around him. “Ah, feck off.”

Lin mocked him quietly. “Feck off.”

“Yeah, do it,” Trevor grumbled, but he cracked a grin to himself.

There was a small pause in conversation.

“G’night, Bean M— Trev guy,” Lin said. His voice sounded quieter and softer.

Trevor chuckled softly. “Yeah. Goodnight, Crack Lin.”

Lin laughed. “Cracklin...”

“Shh. Go to sleep,” Trevor said, closing his eyes, thoughts settled.

“Trevor?” Lin asked quietly.

“Yeah?” He didn’t open his eyes or move.

“Thanks, man.”

Thanks...?

“Thanks for what?”

“I’unno. Talkin’ to me. Listening to me talk. I’unno. Uh, letting me ride in your van. Uh...and, uh, letting me stay here tonight.”

“Yeah...”

“I mean...thanks, dude.”

Trevor paused, and, after a moment, he said, “No...thank you.”

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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[Winona]

She lifted her head up when the door opened -- half expecting to see Trevor but instead, it was just Charlie.

"He--" Ash started to say that Trevor was out on the couch, but then Charlie was saying they needed to talk. Charlie grabbed the blonde's hand and yanked her from the bed with a squeak. Ash stumbled after Charlie before catching her footing and following her out of the room. She figured they would just go to Charlie's bedroom, or the living room, but then she was being dragged down the stairs and out of the apartment building.

Tonight just kept getting weirder -- plus, what was so important that they couldn't talk about it in the apartment? For a moment, her breath caught in her throat and she was worried that Charlie knew about Trevor kissing her, but Charlie's next words dispelled that doubt and her breath came out in a relieved exhale.

She listened to Charlie's ramblings, her arms crossing over her chest. Ash blinked in surprise when Charlie admitted to almost kissing Lin.

Oh she couldn't wait to set them up at the fair.

"Charlie, you didn't ruin anything. You need to stop apologizing. No one's mad at you." She started. Ash was bad at comforting people. So very, very bad -- that's why she usually left this kind of thing to like Lake or Elias, although when they needed comforting? Yeah, then Ash was just in a frenzy. But there was no one to turn to here, so she had to try and rely on her drunk mind and impaired judgement.

Poor Charlie deserved better to comfort her.

"And I don't think Lin hates you at all." She started grinning. "It's Lin. He knows you had a rough night and I think he kinda likes you, too." Look, they flirted. A lot. And Ash noticed it. "Like, not just as a rival. I mean, look who came home with you and was there for you after everything tonight. You don't do that for rivals, Charlie."

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Charlie

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: geminiy

code by valen t.

 

[geminiy]

Charlie Howell

Mind beginning to slow along with the steadying of her heart, Charlie took a few deep breaths.

“Of course I ruined everything, I always do! I singlehandedly managed to fuck up everything I touched in less than 24 hours. And while that’s sort of impressive, I really don't cherish ruining this too.” Charlie groaned, plopping down on the top step of the staircase leading up to the front door. Placing her head in her hands, Charlie let her walls down. She didn’t need to fake anything around Ash.

“Look, I know you know about what happened with me and Eli. I have no clue where you stand on the subject but honestly, it doesn’t matter. I know I fucked up with him, that I’m the reason our friendship went right out the window.” Charlie spoke calmly, every word dripping with self-loathing.

Anyone who knew about the situation would know that Charlie despised herself for what happened with her ex-boyfriend; a lifelong friendship destroyed by a tumultuous and passionate relationship that fizzled out in a matter of months. She really had loved Eli, both as a friend and a boyfriend, and she knew that he would always hold a soft spot in her heart. As much as Charlie wanted to move on, as much as she had encouraged Elias to move on, she missed their friendship. A part of her was missing. Now with Lin, Charlie felt the same conflict and it terrified her.

“Whatever is going on with Lin and I needs to be shut down.” Charlie continued, though she sounded as if trying to convince herself more than anyone. Ash was right. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, there was something between her and Lin. “I can’t ruin another friendship. I won’t ruin another friendship. Which, precisely, is why it was so fucking stupid of me to go to kiss the dude.”

Charlie fell quiet for a moment, staring down at the ground. Silently, she made a decision, a promise to herself: she had to keep her distance, build back up the walls Lin had managed to break through. She wouldn’t be another friendship’s downfall. More than anything, she was terrified to hurt Lin. His happiness was more important than anything Charlie felt so, even though it would hurt to put the guards back up, she had to do it.

“Ugh, my head is killing me.” Charlie groaned, rubbing her temples as her brain thumped around inside her skull. “Sorry for interrupting you and Trevor earlier, by the way. Things felt heated when I came inside.”

Looking over her shoulder, Charlie offered a gentle smile to Ash as she clasped her hands together between her propped up knees.

“So, what’s going on with you two anyways? And don’t give me that ‘we’re just friends’ crap.” Charlie laughed with a shake of her head. “I’ve known Trevor for what, three or four years now? I’ve seen him through every stupid hookup and heartbreak he’s been through, but I’ve also seen him through every little crush and infatuation. So I’m not lying when I say I can tell Trev is so into you that it’s driving him absolutely crazy. So, what’s going on?”

location

outside the apartment building

mood

well done, charlie, you fucked everything up again

outfit

ugh

tags

lin/trev (mentioned) ditto
ash Winona

coded by natasha.

 

[Winona]

It broke her heart to see Charlie like this and to listen. She was so stubborn, stuck in this idea and fear of ruining another friendship. Ash had known the breakup had been bad, but she'd only heard Eli's side. Only been there for him through the heartbreak. It hadn't even occurred to her, somehow, that Charlie would also still be hurting from the breakup.

Plus, Ash didn't get it. Not fully. Of course the breakup with Nico had been painful -- very, very painful. But it wasn't like she had necessarily lost a friendship beforehand. They hadn't really been friends before they started dating --unlike Charlie and Eli, who had grown up together.

Ash could understand the pain, but she couldn't understand the fear of giving in to your feelings for a friend.

Or... maybe she could now.

"I don't think you can shut it down that easy," Ash stated, but didn't offer much better advice. It was evident that Charlie had made up her mind, plus they were drunk. When tomorrow came, Ash was pretty sure that none of them would remember the events of tonight.

Plus, Ash knew that Charlie could only deny for so long. The fair was coming up soon and neither Charlie nor Lin had pressured her too much on their dates. Which, honestly, just worked so much better for her.

Charlie's next words came as... Well, not actually a surprise. She'd seen Trevor and Ash on the couch and it wasn't like it hadn't looked suspicious.

She had to look away when Charlie asked what was going on, her head tilting up so she could look at the night sky. Anywhere that wasn't Charlie so she wouldn't have to answer a question that quite honestly... She didn't have an answer to. They weren't anything right now. They were in that awkward state -- not quite friends anymore. Not that they'd really been super close friends before. Who was it that had pulled up that screenshot of Ash trying to brush off the darlin comments by saying they were hardly friends and she barely knew him?

Well now she knew him quite well.

She went through a million different answers to Charlie's question -- from we're just friends to just coming clean and telling Charlie the truth.

"I don't know," she finally admitted with a shrug and moved her pale gaze from the sky back to Charlie. A faint, forced smile on her face before she walked over and took a seat next to Charlie on the cold stairs. "He hasn't said anything." Well he had, just not with words. "Right now, I guess we're just... good being friends."

She was lying. Big time. A blush had formed on her cheeks when Charlie talked about Trevor having a crush on her and she glanced over at the other blonde for a moment and then away, towards the ground in front of them. Did she fully believe that? Well... before tonight, she wouldn't have believed it at all. Now? She partially believed it -- but it could just be Charlie's imagination running wild and the whole make out session with Trevor could be explained through... alcohol? Yeah.

"You know, you can't really just... ignore those feelings for Lin. I mean, I guess you can, but what if it just ends up hurting him more?"

Was she trying to distract from the confusing Trevor situation? Yes.

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Charlie

MENTIONS: Trevor, Lin

TAGS: geminiy ditto

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

MOOD: anime girl moment

OUTFIT: green

LOCATION: Dei's apartment

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
Winona (Zeph)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Veronica Crosby

Ronnie couldn't help but smirk a bit as Zeph's hand made its way to her face. She could just picture the two of them on the cover of a romance novel at Barnes & Noble, embracing one another in a passionate kiss. Not that she was much of a reader, but she figured she'd enjoy the genre if she was. Someone ought to have told her about Wattpad, but maybe it was for the best that she wasn't well-versed in that side of the web.

Her smirk widened and threatened to transform into a laugh. This was really happening. With Zeph, of all people. Part of the reason she almost laughed was also out of anxiety. After all, it was Zeph, of all people. The one guy that was into her. And that she wasn't into. But at this stage in the game, she'd work with it.

But really... was this okay? She was supposed to go with the flow, especially as every moment the effects of the mix of alcohol she had downed crept up on her. And, as poor as her sober and drunken judgement was, she couldn't shake the strange feeling that maybe this wasn't the best idea. Ronnie figured it would go away after she kissed him, but instead it just made her feel more stupid and confused.

Without warning, she pried her lips off of Zeph's and pushed herself away from him. "I'm sorry, I can't!" she squeaked, before turning around and bolting back into the house. She pushed through the crowd, creating as much distance as possible between her and a probably stunned Zeph. Mike and Briar seemed to be away from wherever they were standing before, which the distressed girl was thankful for. Her eyes grew watery again as she realized she had screwed up bad. Why did you do that!?

code by valen t.

 

[Zatanna]

BRIAR ROSE WESTYNSON
Outfit
Home
Tags: ditto


Her plan had worked perfectly. Mikey started to lose his cool. It was obvious he didn't want to watch a movie. He grabbed her and kissed her before pinning her against the bed. It was a perfect way to christen her new apartment. She was actually kind of glad it happened with Mike. He was giving her everything she wanted. He was angry and selfish and everything she was hoping for. He wasn't THAT bad on the eyes either. Even if he was a little bit short... He was taller than her at least.

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Sitting at the edge of her bed with a small smile on her face, her skin still hot. Her hair was pushed back slightly still wet with sweat. Briar was content with what had just happened. She knew she did an excellent job and Mikey boy wasn't half bad either. Briar had saved maaannyyyy horses, so riding just felt natural to her. She slipped her silk dress back over herself, getting out of bed. She was going to go grab the wine but she paused when she heard Mikey say her name. It made her stomach feel weak. Ummm what the hell is that feeling...? Not butterflies in my fucking stomach? Are you kidding me? Did you forget who you are? Briar Rose does NOT fall for munchkin men. It was a good fuck. That's it! She zoned back in towards of the end of his sentence. He said something about a cigarette? Oh he was asking for one. Briar knew she had one or two stoges hidden away that usually she would never share. She had never shared cigs before. In rehab cigs were like gold so she was selfish with the ones she had. But she also figured that if she told him no, he would probably leave. As much as she hated to admit it... She didn't want him to leave. Not yet anyways.
"Umm... yeah. Let me go grab one." She said giving him a soft smile. Going to her closet she opened the back of her journal, pulling out the last two cigs she had. Saying a little goodbye to them in her head, she stood up and headed back. Handing one of the cigarettes the Mike, she walked to the door to her small balcony.
"Cmon. Let's smoke these out here." Taking a step outside, she loved the feeling of the cool night air on her skin. Picking up the lighter that was left on the small table she lit her cig. Taking a long drag she let out a big breath. All of the negative feelings leaving her body. She wasn't really feeling drunk or high anymore. She was riding a different high. An all natural one. Smiling at Mike as he joined her own the patio, the girl leaned over to 'butte fuck' him to light his cig. Leaning on the rail and looking over the city, she felt so peaceful. Looking over at Mike, her mind raced with what she should say.
"So... Do you feel better now that you got laid or not so much?" Briar could tell that something was still bugging him. She had a feeling it was Ronnie. So I just gave this boy the best sex he's probably ever had in his life and he's STILL thinking about Ronnie??? What does that no souled ginger bitch have that I don't? Well. There went her feeling of contentment. It took everything in her power not to drop the smile from her face. Briar knew how to play fake though.
"Look. I know what this is. You jus needed me to get laid and make yaself feel better about Ronnie or whatever but..." Her body stopped her from saying anything more. She hated to admit what she was about to say. The girl took another long drag before turning to look at Mike. "Can you just like... Stay here with me tonight. You can leave first thing in the morning... It just gets kind of lonely in here. Not use to sleeping all by myself..." Turning to look back at the cityscape. Running her hand through her hair, she took the final drag before flicking it over the edge. Deciding that she was being a little too emotionally vulnerable she figured she had to add something else. "I just figured you used me for sex. Why can't I use you for cuddles...?" Breaking a smile and shoving Mike a little she went back inside. Walking into the bathroom and starting the shower, she stripped out of her night gown. Walking back to the balcony and peeking her head outside, she coughed softly to get his attention. "I'm going to get in the shower... You're more than welcome to join me." Turning around and hoping Mike was watching her as she walked away.
Getting in the shower, she let the warm water rush over her. Closing her eyes and humming softly. "Sometimes I try to call... you neva seem to fall, for me at all. Baby why you so cold?"
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[ditto]

|| MOOD: ... ||
|| LOCATION: kordei's place ||
|| OUTFIT: he wears socks, but this fit right here ||
|| INTERACTIONS: briar ||
|| MENTIONS: ronnie ||
|| TAGS: Zatanna ||

MICHAEL REID​

Michael didn’t smoke. It wasn’t because of the PSAs or because of all of the say NO campaigns at his shitty school growing up (which were just the homeroom teacher putting on a nineties VCR taped film about smoking on an ancient television where the kid died at the end whilst the whole class was forced to listen because it was a required part of the curriculum and the school was already in enough trouble as was). It wasn’t because he was warned by the nurses at that one health fair they had (again, something about the school not getting in more trouble), nor was it because all of the warnings on the lower part of the Camel posters around the gas station/corner store.

No. Mike didn’t care about what other people said. Never really had.

It was mostly because his mom did. It was mostly because his whole house smelled like the cancer sticks. The white walls had not been white since he could remember; they were always a grayish color, sad and sickly. When he moved the paintings in the house, he could see the color that the walls used to be, and it was always so funny to him. The few times he could remember his mother being motherly, she’d smelled so strongly of smoke that he might as well have been smoking along with her.

He didn’t smoke because it reminded him of her. He didn’t want to think about that bitch.

But now, he had asked for it as if it had been as simple as him requesting a cup of water or asking where the bathroom was. He felt some kind of craving within him— a craving for these.

As Briar placed one in his hand, he stared at the thing. Why did he want one? What was it? He’d smoked before, and it hadn’t been...that great.

You miss home.

The thought crossed his mind as he watched Briar leave, and he considered it for a moment. There was no way he missed riding home on the shitty school bus whose seats were nearly entirely exposed, yellow foam, only to open the doors, go to the pantry, and find it bare. There was no way he missed staying up late doing everything in the house as his mom’s and a stranger’s noises pervaded the house thanks to the thin ass walls.

There was no way he missed crying himself to sleep every night.

Yet...it had to be true.

Despite all of these terrible things, he wanted to be home. Somewhere in home’s being his captor, it had coerced him into falling for it— he’d developed Stockholm Syndrome for the place.

And now, with all of this guilt on his mind, he wanted to go back. He wanted to quit and run back to where he could, at least, be alone.

He stood from his place on the bed, pulling on his underwear and pants, and he put the cigarette between his lips. With a soft sigh, he walked out onto the balcony.

He let her light his cig with hers, and he drew in a long breath of the cig, looking out at the scenery wordlessly. His face was more relaxed now, but his brown eyes were clouded with thought.

“I feel great,” Mike lied. The usual charm and grin that accompanied his words was gone, replaced with pensiveness.

Briar spoke again, and he didn’t respond. He blew out the smoke in his lungs, leaning against the balcony’s railing.

Her request took him aback slightly, but he didn’t show it more than a flick of his eyebrow. She was asking him to stay. Michael Reid, the asshole fuck boy...was being asked to cuddle.

He exhaled another breath of smoke, staring at the city. He didn’t say a word.

He didn’t like people attaching themselves to him. He hated it. Opportunities like that were just more opportunities for him to be bound again.

He’d experienced loss, and he wouldn’t wish it on even the worst people. Attachment had led to that, and it would lead to something like that again.

He shot down requests like this on the regular. Briar...even if she’d felt good, she was no different.

She had walked inside, he noticed after a moment. He looked down at his cigarette again, blowing out the smoke. This felt too natural— nearly second-nature-ish. Like mother, like son, he guessed.

His guilt wore in the back of his head still, but he told himself just to focus on his breathing and the city in front of him.

Briar poking her head out on the balcony and inviting him to join her in the shower didn’t coerce him to enter the apartment again. He didn’t want to leave the balcony. Here, right now, he didn’t worry. He wasn’t angry, or sad, or scared, and he was hardly guilty.

It just felt like him and this big city. Alone.

Good things couldn’t last forever, and sooner than he’d hoped, the cigarette had burned to the butt. With a soft sigh, he tossed it off of the balcony.

The guilt reentered his mind, and he couldn’t think of a way to get it out this time.

He sighed deeply, and he reentered the apartment, grabbing his shirt. The ringing of the running water of the shower nearly made him stop and enter.

He could forget again here, comforted by another person’s presence.

But fuck that. He was better off alone.

He slipped on his socks and shoes again, grabbed his phone, and wordlessly left the apartment, going out to his car and driving away.

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[Kitsune2202]

- Location.
HA school auditorium steps
- Mood.
Bored
- Tags.
Zeph ( Winona ), Ash/Trevor (Mentioned)
-Outfit.
Casual day

Ugh Stella hated Mondays. Then again she hated mornings, she was NOT a morning person despite how much she could fake through it for work. Truth be told she's secretly come up with excuses to get out of jobs that started to early before. She doesn't do it often because it's unprofessional, but a girl knows herself. She started her normal morning routine half drowsy washing her face, showering, make-up hair, the works.

She'd been gone all weekend working on set of her newest project being a part of a TV series called Littlest Minx. It was a show about four girls on a dance show comedy. She didn't usually do comedies, but she figured she'd give it a shot to keep all her skills up to par. Sure dancing with Zeph from time to time helped, but she rarely got the chance to sing. Well except maybe now in her new class. She couldn't believe her counselor accidently put her in the wrong class, and now she's stuck till at least the end of the grading period. It's fine she could rant about it later to Zeph especially if it sucks.

She decided for a Monday she was going to keep her outfit casual. Everyone was probably still reeling from the party she'd missed on Friday night after the game. It was great they won, but she wasn't a sports person so she didn't care about missing that. The party seemed...bittersweet? Like a lot seemed to have happened, but not a lot of it good? Honestly her biggest surprise and why she wanted to go was because she could never drag Zeph with her to parties, but somehow THIS was the one he made it too? She had to find out how that happened.

She pulled out her phone as she was finishing up to order an uber to school. There was NO way she was going to ride that ugly school bus to school, and sadly she doesn't have her own drivers license yet. She'd get to work on that as soon as possible she always told herself, but honestly she didn't mind taking ubers. Her parents would've normally driven her, but they were both out of town until the end of the week.

She listened to her favorite playlist on the ride to school as she scrolled through twitter which seemed oddly active for it being so early in the morning. These people never took a chill pill. She found herself in the middle of a conversation with Trevor and Ash the most. She didn't understand people. Why not just be honest with yourself? Why beat around the bush? Why make up dumb excuses? You wanna hang out? Hang out it's simple.

Maybe it was just her mentality that was over playing silly little games with people that made her this way. She didn't have time to waste on people who didn't know what they wanted or worse didn't have the will to admit it. She'll talk when people are mature enough to know what they want and go after it. Once again maybe that's just her. She's figured her maturity level was higher then most in this school for a while now, and this conversation with students "older" then her just proved that more in her mind.

Just before she pulled up to the school Zeph hopped in the conversation, and so she told him where she'd be so they could talk. She tipped the driver with a smile and walked into the school full of Teens running around doing whatever crossed their mind. Some practicing, some studying, some just playing around. Times like this with the exception of the music in the air constantly this place seemed like a normal high school. That and the fact she figured most of the people here were better dressed then those at a normal school as a whole. She checked the auditorium steps first to see if they were empty. Honestly it was a 50/50 shot and she didn't feel like being around a bunch of people yet. She was still in the 'waking up' process in her mind. Her back up plan was the couch in the black room, but that risked her falling back asleep. Luckily the steps where cleared so she took out her script to read through some lines and her English notebook to study for a quiz she totally forgot about, but that wasn't until after lunch so she had time. She leaned back and yawned as she waited for her friend to find her.

Stella J. Bailey

coded by incandescent

 

[Winona]

What...

He didn't know what to do.

One moment, he was kissing Ronnie and the next, she was saying it was a mistake and running away. And Zephyr was left on the balcony, staring at the front door that led back into the apartment while his mind was spinning a million miles a minute, trying to piece together what in the hell just happened.

This was why he didn't do parties.

Still lost and confused, Zeph's steps first took him towards the front door... but then he stopped and instead, headed down the stairs to just walk home.

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Normally, Zeph had the same feeling about school and dreaded the early mornings and long hours languishing away in classes that he could care less about (well, obviously he cared about some of the classes -- but math? yeah, math could go to hell), but this Monday was different. Because this Monday was coming after one of the most awkward experiences of Zephyr's young life.

This last weekend could easily be categorized as one of the worst of his existence so far and all Zephyr really wanted was to bleach the memory of Ronnie kissing him from his memory. Had he wanted to do that for a while? Yeah, but in his mind, it would've gone differently. Less alcohol, less running away.

Zeph had messed up.

He wasn't much of a Twitter person -- until he saw Stella's name and a sigh of relief escaped his lungs. He quickly messaged her, agreeing to meet up. Thank holy goodness. If Zeph tried to keep distracting himself by practicing dance moves, he might just lose his mind. Or, you know, break his leg because he'd steadily gotten worse as the weekend progressed until this morning, he had managed to bruise his leg. Long story.

He hurried through the school, although his tall frame and long legs came as a benefit right now -- Zephyr was there in record time, a faint grin of relief spreading over his face when he saw Stella on the auditorium steps.

"The party was horrible," Zeph stated as he dropped to the step beside her. Should he tell her? Or beat around the bush? Maybe tell her that it was just the Chas and Charlie fight, and leave whatever complicated feelings he had for Ronnie and that whole... instance out of the conversation. Perhaps that would be--

"I kissed Ronnie."

Fuck. Well.

Zephyr

INTERACTIONS: Stella

MENTIONS: Ronnie

TAGS: hery Kitsune2202

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[ditto]

@reidbetweenthelines
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MOOD || trying to fix a situation, because that always goes so well
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OUTFIT || casual wear
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LOCATION || the lit dpt.'s costume room
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INTERACTIONS || ronnie
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MENTIONS || hery
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Mike couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten drunk, had his dick wet, and still chalked a weekend up to be shit, but he could reset the counter on that now: zero days since you got some bullshit reason to be upset about a pretty damn good weekend.

Saturday, he'd awoken with a hangover and an overhanging feeling of guilt that made his head hurt so much that he'd sworn that it’d explode any second. Even after downing a few bottles of water and swallowing a couple aspirin, it didn’t let up, and he’d spent all morning laying across his plastic-wrapped sofa. His jaw would clench in pain every time he shifted even an inch because of the crinkling of the plastic, but he didn’t want to lay on his bed, so he’d just grinned and bore it.

Sunday had been no better. Sure, he wasn’t hungover and didn’t have a headache, but that wasn’t really what most of his problem had been Saturday, anyway, as much as he wanted to tell that to himself.

Why’d he blown up Friday? That wasn’t like him.

Alright, never mind. Fine, it was like him, and there was no point in denying it. He was one to blow up— but…not that way, okay? He…

She deserved it. She so deserved it. He’d meant every word that he’d said.

Fuck his conscience. If he ignored it long enough, this feeling would go away.

Well, he’d told himself that Sunday, but he’d woken up today in the same situation that he had yesterday and the day before and the day— night before: with an overwhelming feeling of guilt that made his ankles feel like they could barely support his body and made his neck ache so much that he was tempted to just rip his head off its vertebrae.

His motions were very jerky this morning. He’d yanked on his shirt, shoved the buttons in their holes, tugged on his pants, and slung on his belt. He’d filled a chipped, yellowed mug with tap water from the bathroom faucet, though it’d taken absolutely forever to fill what with his fucked up water pressure that the landlord kept telling him that he’d fix, and made some instant coffee with a packet that he’d stolen from a hotel that they’d stayed in on a field trip a couple of years ago (he’d taken an impressive stock from hotels over the years here, and he always used the newest packets first— plus he didn’t pay attention to expiration dates), and he’d guzzled that down. He’d scrubbed his teeth and his face and aggressively brushed the tangles from his short hair.

But, again, it was that weird kind of jerkiness that he got. The kind where, even when he recognized that he wasn’t angry, his mind confused his other emotions with anger and made him angry.

He sighed at his reflection in the graffitied, cracked mirror bolted to the bare drywall in his bare bathroom that was so small that it made a closet look like a concert hall. You’ve gotta do something about this, he thought, working his jaw as he applied his cologne. You’re going to lose your fucking mind if this keeps on.

“Driven insane by a cockblocking simp.” He snickered at the idea. “What a way to go.”

• • • • •​

Every morning, when his Camry pulled into his spot at the outskirts of the parking lot, Mike was reminded of just how…he didn’t know, inferior to everyone else he really was. Not in the way that he wasn’t better than a lot of the people. Just in the way that…this…really wasn’t where he was meant to be.

Michael parked at the very outer edges of the parking lot in a spot so hidden away that one would have to search for it to find it. Only one or two students had settled in spots around him, and he’d never seen any getting out or in their vehicles to attach their names to their faces, so he knew that they’d never seen him.

And yet, he was ashamed. Everyone else here— well, nearly everyone else here— drove luxury vehicles befitting of stars. Of course they did, because they were stars— or starlets, whatever. That was the point of this school, right? To be a home for people like them?

And here he was, crashing the party, ruining the scene, pulling up to this prestigious school— one that he’d busted his ass to get into, because neither his height nor his financial situation helped him much in his goal to be a fucking model— in a clunker that looked like it fit in better in a junkyard’s incinerator than in any kind of parking lot. Just from looking at it, it was obvious that Mike was a poor kid with a whore mom who didn’t give a single fuck about him. It wore its past on its sleeve, and it said more about him than he’d say about himself— he’d be surprised if people didn’t comment that it somehow had a big banner on the side of it that said MIKE’S A GUILTY S-O-B today.

He parked and evacuated his vehicle as soon as possible, grabbing his threadbare bag from his trunk speedily. It was routine, this rushing out from his embarrassing piece-of-shit compact car, but today, he did so even faster, like the conscience that he so desperately tried to suppress was ushering him inside to do…eh, something or other to fix the situation.

Mike bade grins to those passing him, though they were forced (forced as in they looked too polite to be genuine). Hey, listen, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to be his usual, jackass-ish self.

Again, his psyche was fucked this morning.

As he made his way in, he devised a plan:

Come in. Talk to Ronnie. Make her not hate you. Boom. Conscience happy again. Sounds great.

He nodded at himself. That was a great plan. Foolproof.

His eyes searched for Ronnie. He really didn’t pay too much attention to her— even when she was trying to get too close to him or talk to him— so he had no idea where to look. Where would a kiddish redhead stand? Where would she hang out when she wasn’t bugging someone?

He sighed softly. He didn’t see her anywhere…

He made his way to his locker, discarding his plan. That was it. So much for trying to make amends—

Wait…

Oh, right, she had a locker, too, and apparently it was on the same wall as his.

Okay, Mike. Plan back on. You’ve got this.

He charged forward, and when he reached Ronnie, he tapped her back. He gave a small grin, but it faded quicker than he’d anticipated.

“Ronnie,” he said when she’d turned towards him, his tone more serious than he’d accounted for. “Hey, listen, I wanna talk.”

He looked around himself.

“Not here. Just…come with me,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder and pushing her towards...

Oh, yeah, that worked— the door to the Literature Department's costume room.

The room, as he’d hoped, was entirely empty.

He took his hand from her shoulder, and he walked to stand in front of her. She wasn’t much shorter than himself, so he didn’t really have to look down at her.

But when he went to talk, he could feel his pulse in his neck. His throat went dry. He couldn’t even force a grin.

What the fuck? What happened to his confidence?

He found himself entirely unable to speak. This wasn’t part of the plan.

He gave his best attempt at a grin. “So…,” he started, his voice trailing off and no other words picking it up.

He couldn’t get the words out. In his head, he had this grand way to convince her that he was right, that she was wrong, that everything was going great, but none of it came out.

His face broke out into a bigger (faker) grin. He forced himself to chuckle chuckled, and he finally spoke, his voice convincingly, but falsely confident as he did.

“Forget what I said."

That wasn’t what he’d planned to say.

Well. Maybe it'd work.

No. He'd make it work. He was Michael fucking Reid.

...just please let it work, okay? Is that too much to ask?

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[Winona]

Okay. So.

Ash drank too much. She woke up Saturday morning with a throbbing headache, a dry mouth, and in an unfamiliar bed. At first, panic had set in because she didn't recognize the room that she was in. But then, everything came rushing back (or mostly everything) and Ash remembered... some of what had happened.

She'd been drunk, but not blackout drunk. So although some things weren't there or really fuzzy, she still remembered the big things. The fight. Walking back.

Trevor kissed her.

Not even kissed her. Like she had full on made out with him.

Yeah, so it hadn't taken long for Ash to just gather her stuff and leave. And maybe forget to leave the hoodie. Well, not forget totally, but it was cold out and she wasn't about to go home both hungover and in her full cheer outfit, so Ash had simply borrowed the hoodie... without asking. Which maybe was considered stealing, but whatever.

The rest of her weekend had been spent sleeping, drinking water, and questioning why she would ever choose to drink. Until Monday rolled around and Ash was forced to get back to the whole school thing.

Which brought her to right here, right now, walking down the hallway with Trevor's hoodie in her arms. Her heart was pounding unbelievably fast in her chest and she almost just... turned around and kept the hoodie more than once. Charlie could just do the handoff and then she could just avoid Trevor and whatever awkwardness might come with seeing him.

But it wasn't like she could avoid forever (okay yeah, she probably could), so Ash found Trevor at his locker. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, her heart pounding faster, as she walked over to him.

"Hey... Trevor," she greeted but even that felt weird. Ash smiled at him before remembering what she had come for and held the hoodie out to him. "Uh, here. I like, washed it and stuff so it's clean. Thanks for letting me uh... borrow it." She wasn't doing this well. "You definitely should've let me keep it since I looked so feckin hot in it, though." She teased.

Wait.

That was a bad tease and now her cheeks heated up with embarrassment.

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Trevor

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: ditto

code by valen t.

 

[ditto]

@therealnickieabrams
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MOOD || fluttering butterflies again
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OUTFIT || daily clothing
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LOCATION || the school parking lot
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INTERACTIONS || hunter
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MENTIONS || amy, charlie, seb, evie, nate
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TAGS || natsukashii
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Nickie sat on her neatly-made bed's dark blue bedspread, legs crossed, staring at her reflection in the mirror mounted on the bathroom door. Her clothing, hair, and face all said that she was ready to carpe diem. Beside her sat her Samsung, which she had tried to convince herself multiple times to throw away just this morning, buzzing off the hook. She has turned off the sound, but she couldn't bring herself to fully silence her phone; some part in her was obtaining something from just hearing it buzz.

Her ears rang from the conversation-- or argument or whatever you wanted to call it-- that had occurred, as if she had heard the words being shouted in-person. Evie, that bitch, had shown her true colors once again, and poor Amy'd been front row in that show. Nickie didn't know Any much beyond their in-class interactions, but no one deserved to be put down by Evie, of all people. She could have cared less about Kordei.

Something inside Nickie felt...so offset this morning, though, and she couldn't put her finger on what. She felt mildly upset because of Briar and Evie and Evie's Hot Drone (Nathan), and that was odd. She felt like nothing could get her down, where she was being told to shut up and getting called a simp for umpteenth time, didn't bring her down enough to amount to anything. She'd been in oddly high spirits most of the weekend-- ever since she'd woken up next to him.

Thinking of his name and face made her cheeks go hot and her heart thump erratically in her chest.

Maybe that was her answer for why everything felt so offset: Hunter Drake.

She glanced at her phone again, and she apprehensively reached for it. Twitter seemed to have calmed down, and she, for once, didn't feel the urge to strike another match and throw it into the fire. Her eyes went to the time, and she gave a soft sigh and a small smile.

It was nearly time to go, which meant that it was time to call her parents.

Her fingers tapped out their number on her dialpad, and she held her phone up to her ear.

Riiiing....riiing....riiiiing....riiiing....riii--

Click. "Nnn...y'ello?"

She knew that odd greeting from anywhere, and she giggled lightly. "Nny'ello to you, too, Papa," she teased.

"Don't patronize me, Minnie," her father teased back, using his old nickname for her. "It's too early in the morning... Did you sleep well?"

"Mmhm," she said, smiling even though he couldn't see it. "And you?"

"Pretty good...you're chipper," her dad yawned. "You're becoming a morning person, huh?"

"I'm just in a good mood," she giggled.

"You were in a 'good mood' yesterday and the day before, too...are you crossing over to the dark side?"

She rolled her eyes and giggled. "Sure, yeah...can I talk to Mom?"

"Yeah...lemme find her..."

"Find her," Nickie repeated with a giggle.
"So giggly," her dad teased. "...Here's your mom."

"Nickie!" her mom chirped.

Nickie smiled. "Mom!"

"How are you this morning?"

"I'm doing good, and you?"

"Good!" There was a short pause, and Nickie could tell that her mom had lowered her voice. "Are you feeling better than you were last night?"

At the mention of her nightly breakdown (yes, over Chas and him...), Nickie's smile faltered. "Uhm, yeah," she said. "Thanks for asking."

"I'm just worried about you, honey," her mom answered. "Are you all ready for school?"

Nickie nodded, even if her mom couldn't see. "Yes'm."

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

"I appreciate your calls, Nick."

"I like to call you," Nickie replied, uncrossing her legs, hopping off her bed, and making her way to her chest-of-drawers. "Are the gremlins okay?" she asked in a teasing tone.

It took her mom a second to get it, and she laughed. "Don't call your siblings that! But yes, they're great. They're at school, you know, but..."

She pulled on her socks with one hand. "How did Denny' and Cassie's little 'show' last night go?"

Her mom laughed. "They had fun! It...well, they had fun, that's what matters." (Nickie knew that that meant "neither can sing worth a lick, but it was cute".)

She giggled. "I'm glad it went well." She paused a moment. "I'm about to leave, Momma."

"Aw, well...it's been nice talking to you, honey. Call any time."

"I love you!"

"I love you, too."

"Bye-bye," Nickie said, smiling.

"Goodbye," her mom said, and she could hear her dad call "goodbye!" faintly in the background.

Nickie giggled. "Yeah, goodbye," she said once more, and she hung up.

• • • • •​

As she pulled up to the school in her SUV, a bit of anxiety tickled at Nickie's stomach.

Charlie would be here.

Sebastian would be here.

Chas would be here.

Hunter would be here.

Hunter...her heart palpatated again.

She laughed. "Simp," she teased her reflection as she parked. "Fucking simp." Her cheeks heated up.

The dread of seeing Chas and Seb and Charlie was still in the back of her mind, but right now...she didn't want to be miserable. Just let her have this moment.

When she stepped out of her vehicle and grabbed her bag, she caught sight of just the someone she was hoping to see.

Her heart caught in her throat, and she hurriedly walked-- fine, borderline ran-- towards him. "H-Hunter!" she called as she approached, and when she reached him, she gave him a bright smile. "Hey!" she greeted.

She felt butterflies in her stomach again. She'd not talked to him often at school, and...well, doing this right now-- just greeting him-- made her feel like she had a bunch of guts. "H-How are you?" she asked, moving to be beside him. She was very tempted to try and take his hand, and she dropped her hand from her purse's handles to his side, hoping he'd do it. "Did you...have a good weekend?"

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[ditto]

@trev_or_nah
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MOOD || struggling
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OUTFIT || normal clothes
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LOCATION || his locker
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INTERACTIONS || ash
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MENTIONS || charlie
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TAGS || Winona
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It’d been a while since Trevor’d drank himself to the point that his memories were as fuzzy as they were now. Bits and pieces loitered in odd corners of his mind, and he‘d had to retrace his steps after he’d woken up the next morning on the couch with a pounding headache.

He’d gone to the party, thrown some drinks down his gullet, and Charlie had thrown down with Chas, and...he’d apparently stopped her from killing him somehow. Maybe drinking gave him Hulk-like strength, but he’d never realized it, so it was probably adrenaline...

And from there...

Had he really done what he thought he did...?

There was no way. Even under the influence, he wouldn’t have made moves on...

He had more self-control than that, right? This had to be some weird dream that had blended into reality for him; some kind of weird dream where he had made out with the girl he’d denied he considered more than a friend and where grandmother had blue-balled him.

Yeah, there was no way.

Even if he could still, very vaguely, remember how her lips had felt against his.

No, he told himself, even as he arrived at the school with a weird feeling clouding his head. The smoke he’d blown in the bathroom before he’d come here (on public transit, because the crew he’d ridden with had so rudely left Rachel up in the parking lot) kept calmed him down a little, but...

Well, not much.

Ash talking to him about giving back his sweatshirt and paying him back for his liquor hadn’t done much to help.

Sigh...

As he stood by his locker, situating his things for the day, he tried to sort out his feelings. He didn’t need a clouded mind today. He was fifty percent sure that he had an exam in his Math class, which he, of course, hadn’t studied for, because of course he hadn’t, and thinking about making out with her in the middle of guessing what in the hell a Pythagorean Theorem was.

Of course, it didn’t help when he caught her approaching from the corner of his eye.

His heart thudded in his chest nervously, and he tried to act nonchalant as he turned to face her. He smiled back at her, though his smile was shaky. “Hey, Ash.”

This was...awkward.

Another piece of his memory was jogged when he saw the hoodie in her arms. He swallowed hard, and he ran a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah...,” he said, taking the top.

Her final comment made his face heat up, and he looked away, chuckling awkwardly. “I...,” he said, looking for words that he could say. “Ya did, but I prefer to—“

No, that was bad.

He coughed slightly, looking at her, rubbing his neck. “Yeah. Yeah...uh...thanks.”

He sucked at this.

“Hey, uh, also...about my liquor,” he said, changing the subject. “Are ya...serious about...” He cleared his throat. “Uhh, ya know....coming over?” His voice came very close to cracking.

The FBC member totally lacked charm this morning, didn’t he...?

“Like...were ya serious about it?” He gave her a small smile. “Ya know...if ya were, I...could...my address, ‘cuz ya prolly don’t know it, right?”

What terrible attempt at conversation was this?

“Actually...,” he said, looking away. “I...yeah...”

A question hung just overhead, pressuring him to ask it:

About Friday....

He looked her in the eyes nervously, trying to get it out.

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[Winona]

This was...

Awkward? Uncomfortable? Unnatural?

The joking nature of their friendship had now been replaced by awkward stutters and a strong inability to form any words. She now felt that she understood the fears people had in ruining friendships with a kiss.

Her smile faded and soon turned into a frown as Trevor kept stuttering. Stupid Homecoming really had ruined everything, hadn't it? Her gaze turned down towards the ground and she leaned back against the locker beside his. Her arms came up and crossed over her chest and she just felt...

Lost? Confused? Upset?

When did feelings and words become so hard for her?

She dragged her gaze away from the ground to meet his. Everything was just so weird. Trevor could barely even get a sentence out and Ash could barely keep his gaze. All she really wanted was for everything to go back to how it had been before Friday night, but she also didn't know how to go about doing that. It wasn't like Ash had a habit of kissing her friends.

"I can, umm..." her gaze darted away from his for a moment. "Like I can uhh... come over. If you really want me to." Oh no, that just sounded even more awkward.

Oh, Ash was not dealing with this.

They needed to just talk about it and get it out of the way so things could go back to normal. But there was no way they could discuss it here in the hallway -- what if someone overheard, and then things just got worse? Half the school already thought they were into each other (which was obviously, to her not-drunk self, totally crazy) -- the last thing their classmates needed was to know about this.

"Come on." Before she lost her confidence, Ash grabbed Trevor's hand and dragged him down the hallway towards the classrooms -- and luckily, the first one that she peeked into was empty. She pulled Trevor in after her, only letting go of his hand once they were both in the classroom before shutting the door and turning towards him.

"You kissed me." She blurted out and then her words died on her tongue. Ash realized now that she had no idea how to go about this conversation or how to go from here. Her arms crossed over her chest and her lips parted, but no words came out at first. Her mind was still reeling, trying to think of all she wanted to say.

But instead, all she could manage was one word.

"Why?"

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Trevor

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: ditto

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[Winona]

Okay, so maybe Nate had started to grow to regret what he had done. Just the smallest bit. But every time the guilt would just become a bit too much, Nate would remind himself that it was Chas. The guy that had definitely tried to get Nathan expelled -- and to think, Nate had really thought Chas was his friend.

He really should've listened to everyone that had told him what a backstabbing dick the guy was.

His weekend had mostly been spent at home, locked away in his room with a blunt and his sketchbook. Nate drew when he was stressed, happy, sad, angry -- basically, Nate only knew how to deal with his emotions through the feeling of a pencil in his fingers. So he'd spent the whole weekend hunched over his sketchbook.

When Monday rolled around, he wasn't ready for school. He wasn't prepared for to see how many of the people that had threatened to fight him had been serious and who had been bluffing. Sure, Nate could easily hold his own in a fight, but that didn't mean Nate wanted to hold his own in a fight. He preferred not fighting.

Nate had just pulled into a parking spot and was turning off his car when his phone started buzzing with Twitter again. He rolled his eyes. It was ridiculous -- this school's reliance on the social media app, but when he saw Evie's name, he was curious. She was pretty much the only reason he would pop on occasionally. To agree with what she said, or to convince people they were just friends, or -- as was today's case -- to defend her against people trying to drag her down.

He didn't get out of his car right away. Instead, he sat outside in his car, furiously tapping away at his phone screen.

Did he actually agree that Evie was in the right here? Not at all. Sleeping with another girl's boyfriend, when you knew they were dating, was something that Nate would normally be totally against. Usually he'd be on Amy's side in this situation -- but normally, Nate also wouldn't be arguing over something so trivial.

But Evie was alone (okay, she wasn't), and Nate found himself defending her to the best of his ability. Until eventually, the fight slowed down and Twitter died out for now.

He was still a little angry as he got out of his car, slamming the door shut and pocketed his phone. Nate started up the front steps of the school and he started to head in the direction of his locker, but...

Ah fuck it. He'd go check on Evie first. Make sure she was alright after the shit that had just happened.

So Nate took a little detour and turned down a different hallway. He weaved his way through the hallways until he came to Evie's locker only to find that she wasn't there yet. Well... fuck it, oh well.

It wasn't like he had anything else to do, so Nate leaned against her locker and pulled his phone back out to distract himself until Evie showed up.

Nate

INTERACTIONS: N/A

MENTIONS: Evie

TAGS: jasmyn

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[ditto]

@trev_or_nah
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MOOD || ...
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OUTFIT || normal clothes
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LOCATION || a random, nearly-empty classroom
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INTERACTIONS || ash
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MENTIONS || n/a
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TAGS || Winona
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Trevor was being dragged down the hallway by Ash before he could even speak up to respond to her response to his awkwardness— which was probably a good thing, because it spared him, momentarily, from making things worse.

The moment that he was spared, however, did not last long. He was pulled into an empty classroom and confronted with:

You kissed me. Why?

That took him aback. Now he couldn’t try to convince himself that it didn’t happen, because Ash’d brought it back into existence and thrown it in his face.

What was he supposed to say to that? Should he explain himself? Should he make some kind of an apology? Should he just…what?

For once, he was at a loss for words. The eloquent writer who prided himself on his well-spoken-ness couldn’t find anything to say.

His palms went sweaty, and his stomach turned in knots. Words swirled around in his head, but none of them were right. His face heated up, and he cleared his dry throat. He could feel a tension headache coming on.

“I…”

He didn’t know what words to say next. He didn’t know why he’d even begun that sentence.

“Darlin’…”

Feckin’ spit it out.

“I kissed ya because I wanted ta,” he blurted. “‘Cuz I wanted ta,” he repeated, “’n cuz I didn’t know if I’d have the chance ag—…”

He cut himself off, clearing his throat and looking away. What had he almost just said? Had he…

He was just making it worse.

“Just…just ‘cuz I wanted ta,” Trevor repeated once more.

The air went still for a moment, and he rubbed the back of his hand with his other hand’s thumb. His eyes met hers once more.

“Why’d ya kiss me back?”

The question came out without him noticing, and it still took a second for it to register that it had been his lips that’d uttered it.

And when he realized, he turned bright red…but still, he couldn’t take it back.

He wanted to know. He wanted to know, really.

He’d been drunk, yeah, but he, in the end, had wanted to kiss her, because he’d done it. And it was more than just how hot she’d looked in his hoodie, and it was more than just the heat of the moment.

And he wanted to hear what she had to say.

Because maybe she had more balls than him. Maybe she’d say that it was the heat of the moment— whether it was a lie or not— and that would be the end of this. They could go back to being friends, and he could go back to his usual position as “flirtatious stoner”, and that would be that.

If she did that, then he could continue to lie to himself.

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[hery]

MOOD: edgy

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: costume room

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
ditto (Mike)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Veronica Crosby

Boys. Gee, did Ronnie like them. But after Friday, she was beginning to think her crazy, man-hating aunt indeed did have some sort of point. She had spent most of Friday night and Saturday blaming Nickie and Briar for her man troubles. But, as much as she loathed Briar's triumphant and condescending smirk and Nickie's possessive arms squeezed around Hunter, it was Mike's words that wouldn't leave her alone. And what had she done to help herself? Screw with Zeph, the only guy that seemed to care.

None of it was worth it. Especially not the hangover that threatened to persist into Sunday, which thankfully relented. Whether it was the extra time or the absence of her splitting headache, Ronnie felt a sense of clarity regarding her issue. She was the problem. It was wrong of her to assume any guy worth her while would want her around. But did Mike really have to say it out loud? Damn. She knew she owed Zeph and apology, although a part of her wanted to avoid him and let him blame it on the alcohol.

For the first time in a long time, Veronica Crosby wanted to be alone. And that was exactly what she was on Monday as she stood outside her locker, nibbling on candy from her stash hidden behind her textbooks like a squirrel and pretending she was organizing. She had made a point to avoid her little clique of New Yorkers as a symptom of her despair, but mostly out of her tendency to engage in histrionics.

Suddenly, the sullen girl felt a tap on her back. She started and turned around, failing to put on her typical carefree, cheery Ronnie face. It was a shame, really, because normally she would have been ecstatic that the Mike Reid had approached ordinary little Ronnie in the halls. But Mike had long since (long being 2.5 days ago) lost his the-ness, as made evident by the fact that she hadn't immediately perked up began gabbing about her morning. Her expression was by no means disappointed or angry, but it had lost her trademark male-conversation enthusiasm. Instead, she looked back at Mike in a jarringly neutral, indifferent way, like any other person. "What is it?" she replied coolly, before shutting her locker and picking up her bag, "I was just heading to class."

With an apathetic sigh, she allowed herself to be led down the hall by Mike, walking considerably distantly from the boy, with an eerily comfortable amount of distance between the two. She forced herself not to react to Mike's hand on her shoulder, even stiffening a little when he touched her. More than anything, Ronnie was confused as to what she was doing with him. Wasn't she giving him what he wanted? She had no intention on even making eye contact with him that day, but here they were walking together to a secluded area in the school. Mike almost seemed like he couldn't make up his mind. And there was nothing forward Ronnie disliked more than mixed signals.

Inside the Literature Department's costume room, a place Ronnie in particular enjoyed grabbing pieces from, the air was dull and slightly tense. She stared wordlessly at Mike as he prepared to talk, her expectant eyes shooting daggers into him. She couldn't quite tell if she was still mad at him or herself, but something wasn't right. From what Ronnie had gathered previously, he wasn't going to be talking to her so soon, given how fresh the situation was. What a poorly executed surprise.

"Forget what specifically?" she drawled, making it excruciatingly clear how much force it took to spit out just three words for him. It didn't matter how surprised Ronnie was, because she sure as hell wasn't showing it. Of course she knew what he was referring to; she had practically every word he told her that night committed to memory, playing on loop all weekend with the pounding of her headache as a background tune.

Ronnie was 15 and childish and irritated but she wasn't going to draw this out to prove a point. She hesitated before continuing, biting her lip without even realizing it. "And what does it matter if I did forget? I know you meant every word." How could he not? He spoke his truth and it would be unfair to dispute it. Ronnie would have to get over the fact that she doesn't pick up on hints. She only began to resent Mike as soon as she realized the angle he was shooting for. He was trying to lie to save her feelings. But screw that. Sooner or later, people would have to learn she wasn't as dense as she seemed. It was Mike Friday night that had made that clear enough for her.

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