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Willa knew getting in this car was not something she should be doing--so she did it.

She had been prone to doing dangerous things, often involving random male strangers, in her past. Sometimes Willa just felt this...this need for danger, almost like a drug. Her mother did not know about that kind of thing, though she knew about the train-hopping and traveling, which was obviously also not safe. Willa had promised to change, to keep a low profile and blend in to Newcastle, to go unnoticed, but what was more normal than high school kids going to a party? Sure, Elliott looked like he might not be in high school anymore, but he was...probably...a Newcastle native. Good enough--right?

Right.

So she got into his car with very little hesitation, and decided to buckle up this time, thinking that's what normal people do.

"So, any reason you're going to a party with a stranger?" he asked.

Um...she tried to think of how to respond to that. Not the truth, definitely not the truth, please don't tell the truth.

She turned toward him and smiled, working on a better delivery this time. "Well, I could ask the same of you, stranger."

There were a few moments of silence between them, which comforted Willa. She was the antithesis of a person who "hates awkward silence."

And then--the cops.

Fuck fuck fuck. Cops were not good in general, but especially right now she really needed to avoid them. Or avoid getting into trouble with them, at least. Her heart started to beat faster and she had the impulse to run.

"Son of a bitch. The cops probably busted it up." Willa was a bit startled by Elliott slamming his hand against the steering wheel. A little too much anger for the situation, no?

"What now?"

Willa bit her lower lip--a bad but constant habit--as she looked at him.

"Well, I don't know this town at all, but it would be a shame to let all this alcohol go to waste." No cops, certainly, but she had it in her head that she was partying tonight and there was no turning back for her. When Willa felt this need for excitement, for new experiences, for danger, nothing could stand in her way.

But as she looked closer, trying to figure out what the cops were there for, she noticed some heading toward their cars, some already in them. One car pulled away.

"It--" she started, "It looks like maybe whatever it was, it's over."

She looked back at Elliott. "Do you think?"
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On the inside, Elliott was fuming. Whoever called the cops on the party was going to get their ass beat. But on the outside, he kept his cool. There was no need to get angry in front of Willa. He let out a long sigh as he looked for an available parking spot. It was there that he saw a very bloody Jonas Russo being brought out in...zip ties? Did this town seriously only have one pair of handcuffs? Very shortly after, a less bloody Mason Rivera came out in handcuffs. "We're in the clear. Fuckin' Rivera and his fights, man." The kid was always filled with some sort of rage. It wasn't surprising at all to Elliott that he'd wound up beating some poor defenseless kid to a pulp. Honestly, it could have been Elliott in handcuffs tonight if he had gotten there earlier. But he was glad it wasn't him. He didn't need another blemish on his record.

"Well, I don't know this town at all, but it would be a shame to let all this alcohol go to waste." Elliott had nearly forgotten that Willa was seated beside him as he watched the scene unfold. He smiled at her. "Oh, we're going in that party. They're not gonna arrest us for bringing in some perfectly good alcohol." Did it matter that Elliott wasn't invited? Not really. People tended to talk about parties around him at the drive-in while he popped popcorn and served soft drinks. It was where he got all his information these days.

Elliott parked behind a silver Prius. As he turned his key in the ignition to take it out, he glanced over at Willa, who had begun to speak. "It looks like maybe whatever it was, it's over." Her words amused him. "Do you think?" Elliott began to chuckle at Willa's question. "Of course it's over. They're hauling Rivera and Russo off to jail." He watched as the police presence slowly dwindled until none were left at the party. "We've got to look like we belong. I wasn't exactly invited to this thing, so stay close to me and act as if you know the host." He got out of his Kia Sorento, grabbing the alcohol and cranberry juice from the back of the SUV. "Nervous?"





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Antonio
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weed > tears right?

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His pj's

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Elena

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For a moment things were ok. Toni was actually on the verge of...happiness again. Things with Liv were going surprisingly good. She was sweet and despite being way out of his leauge...it was fun. Sure he was still holding his breath for when she'd stop having fun and drop him, but till then? This was nice.

That was till a name flashed on his phone he never thought he'd see again.

Elena <3

Damn.. he really forgot to change her contact name. He'd not used it in a while so he didn't think about it. He would need to do that right after. He quickly opened it because he figured it had to be important for her to be messaging him. And it was...

It was his lies catching up to him. Though he didn't like to think of it as lying. Omitting...but he supposed it was the same in her eyes.

She'd seen him write countless times. He'd showed her unpublished things all the time. She's asked him to for years...he just never told her he already had. Just nothing he showed her. Why? He had a million reasons why, but none of them seemed like enough. He always feared she wouldn't accept them and after messaging back and forth with her...turns out he was right. She just didn't get it.

He didn't just LET her break up with him. He wanted to tell her, he wanted to share that part of his life with her...but then that'd defeat the purpose. He didn't WANT to be rich. he didn't want her to want more then he was willing to give. He didn't want her to feel like she needed to help or fix him. He wanted to just be enough as he was. Was that so wrong?

He wrote to pay the bare minimum bills. All that extra he never touched. And he didn't want to. He didn't want to live "better" then he did right now. He believed such a lifestyle was cursed. It'd done nothing but ruin his life and family. No, things were much better just like this. He didn't need or want more...but she did.

If she knew... she'd expect more from him. Everyone else who knew did. His family, his publicist. She saw a bum when she saw him. Someone who couldn't or rather wouldn't keep a job...and honestly if he wasn't already so accomplished he probably would've been dropped for always being late with deadlines.

So in reality what she saw was right, and he knew she deserved better then that. She deserved to have the life she wanted...it hurt him to his core to know that such a life...just didn't match with his own. He'd felt guilty their entire relationship feeling like he'd been holding her back, and knew she had to deal with the way her friends and family probably saw him as and probably nagged to her.

He loved her...but perhaps not enough and that hurt him more then anything because at that time...he couldn't imagine loving anyone more then he loved her. So if being faced with her harsh words and the ending of their relationship didn't change him...nothing would.

He climbed up to the roof of the apartment fighting back the tears welling in his eyes. He needed some air. He needed to breathe because as he read her final words it felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

He should've known his past would come back to bite him. Once he got up there he noticed someone else. As he approached he noticed it waws a familiar face. He wanted to be alone...but he supposed if it was Cait it was ok.

"Hola mi amiga." He said in a dreary tone and a simple wave. He wished he was like some people and could hide his emotions. His only saving grace was maybe she'd mistake his red tinted eyes for him being high as usual and not from crying.

You know what? That's what he needed right now. He needed a fat blunt to calm himself down. He sat beside her and reached into his inside shirt pocket because he always kept at least one there. Then pulled out a lighter. "You want a hit?" He offered before starting to light it and take the first.

He needed something to numb this pain. To give him a moment of peace from his heartache no matter how self-inflicted. Or perhaps because deep down he agreed with Elena that it was in fact all his fault.
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Caitlin heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She glanced up from her phone as the door leading up to the roof opened. Out popped Toni. Cait opened her mouth to greet him, but as soon as she saw his droopy, sad face, she immediately got up to hug him. There were no words spoken between them as she embraced her friend. Something bad must have happened, but she knew Toni probably didn't want to talk about it. Caitlin let him go, going back to her previous position. "Hola mi amiga." he told her, a weak wave accompanying his greeting.

"Hey, T." Cait gave a small smile as she watched him reach inside his shirt and retrieve a joint from within. Now, she had been feeling a little off lately, but she just attributed it to stress. Little did she know, she was in the earliest stages of pregnancy. But she didn't know that now. Toni pulled out a lighter, lighting the end of the blunt and taking a hit. "You want a hit?" The offer was enticing, but she decided to pass on it. "I'm gonna have to pass. I think I might be getting sick or something, and weed isn't really going to help that." It would be a decision she wouldn't regret in the future.





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Stella nodded curiously as he spoke. Didn't seem like too special or meaningful of a first meeting, but she supposed most aren't for the average person. Then again their meeting wasn't too above average.

A bit surprising for her only because she wasn't used to being treated like an average person by someone who wasn't also famous or came from money. Most people who didn't fall into one of those categories either recognized her and treated her different, or eventually found out and did. For better or worse.

Matty was different though. The kind of different she appreciated.

Perhaps he'd been right. Maybe she was boring. But if valuing traits like being dependable, respectable, honest, and loyal was boring, she didn't need or want excitement. She didn't need reckless and childish antics to feel alive or worth while. She didn't need the added burdens being an adrenalin junkie brought on. If valuing all her years of hard work and not wanting to throw it away over a moment of passion that would fade by day break at best was wrong. She didn't wanna be- scratch that she WAS right fuck anyone who said differently. They were wrong and she'd take that to the grave. Or rather her award winning speeches while they are ...idk dead in a ditch or in jail cause "yay crazy"

Foolishness. And she was nobodies fool anymore.

“I don’t know her very well, though,”

From Matty's demeanor it seemed true. Though from the way the girl practically stalks him to be the first likes and comments on everything he does made it seem like maybe there was more. But maybe it was as one sided as it looked this whole time.

Though it curiously crossed her mind for a moment...what would a love-struck Matty even look like? Would he be a classic simp? Would he be exactly as he is now just...slightly more romantic? Would there be no change? Would it be so drastic she wouldn't recognize him anymore? She hoped not.

She wished the best for him, but she hoped like her fame changed nothing, she hoped the day he found happiness in that way it still wouldn't.

He's never spoken about anyone in that kind of light male or female to her, so she figured that wasn't something coming anytime soon. Then again they didn't tend to sit and gossip like little school girls. It's one of the things she liked about him. They talked but it didn't ever feel trivial.

She knew if she needed to, she could talk to him about something serious. He'd proven himself loyal even if she still never 100% put her guard down around him.

Sorry after the Zeph incident no one got that anymore no matter how much they'd "proved" themselves. Years of loyalty could still be washed in an instant apparently. Could still be tossed to the side as if it were nothing.

His question helped her quickly shake the thoughts from her head. This wasn't the place nor time. He was her past for a reason she was over it. Over him, and even on the verge of someone better.

"It went well! I can show you the shots if you like? I don't think so. The rumor didn't really spread past this little city it seems. My fans shut it down with ease, so I don't have to worry about it." She smiled back at him grateful for the part he played in that. "And good friends like you helped a lot. So, thank you really." she raised her glass a bit as she spoke in gratitude before taking another sip.

She didn't think it'd be career damaging, but she was hyper sensitive right now with all that. She knew she shouldn't but after everything she knew she had to be careful. She sometimes hated the fact that she was at the mercy of public opinion. It usually wasn't an issue, but the last year has been rough for her and apparently her friends as well.

"I've decided not to let it stress me out. What do I care for people who believe every stupid little thing they hear?" she shrugged nonchalantly. People who had such tiny minds were irrelevant. Was she curious as who the hell had the audacity to start it? Fuck yes. But was she going to waste any energy on that rat? Nope.

They can stay in the shadows of the gutters where they belonged and watch her still shine like the star she was.

She didn't want this to be all about her. She was self absorbed, but she tried not to be around her friends at least. "How've you been, with everything?" She asked with slight concern in her tone. Not enough to seem worried because she wasn't. He seemed fine form his posts, but enough to show she did in fact care about his answer and well being incase there was more below the surface.

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Their conversation was cut short by the arrival of Mercedes, towing along a little dude that he recognized as... Edwin Sinclaire, yeah? Yeah, Justin remembered him -- he was always sniffing around Mercedes, although Justin had never thought much about it. Perhaps if he'd be more invested in their brief relationship, he would've felt some hint of jealousy, but he knew they'd come to an end at some point.

There was an amused smile on his face as he watched Mercedes tug the poor boy forward, and introduce him.

"Justin! Hey!" she was saying. "This is my boyfriend, Ed."

The amused smile only grew in size, and Justin gave a slow nod of his head. Right, sure. He could really tell by the way that the little boy attached to her arm looked like he was abot to faint from the very idea of even standing near her. His dark eyes flickered to Ed's face as the boy introduced himself.

"Hey." Was it his imagination, or was Ed's gaze momentarily dark? "You... You look great!"

"Hey, thanks, man," Justin said with a chuckle as he held his hand out to Ed, gripping the boy's small hand in his tightly and giving a curt shake before he let go and stepped back. An arm lazily moved to rest on Amy's shoulders, drawing her closer. "I'm real happy you and Mer are together, you two make a cute couple, y'know?" He continued without any hint of jealousy or malice in his voice, because why would there be?

Justin really couldn't care less about who Mer had gone on to date past him. He'd already moved on and slid back into his old ways (see: the French girl from last week, the Floridian girl from the week before -- who'd been fucking crazy, so he wasn't gonna go there again), so it'd be basically selfish of him to expect her to still be waiting for him. Plus... why would he? She hadn't even been that great of a kisser, and their relationship had been more of a bore than anything else.

Mercedes seemed distracted, and Justin's gaze momentarily followed hers, although he didn't remark on anyone to the right of them that might've caught her eye.

"Doesn't she look good? Not really sure how they do it in Italy, but ahh... here we call these jeans and that a blouse or something." Justin said in response to Ed and Mer's words, and was quick to correct them since clearly, they weren't actually paying attention to her outfit. But with that grin growing, and going with the theme of their previous conversation, and not because he was jealous of Mer having a "boyfriend" or anything of the sort, he looked Amy up and down, letting out a low whistle. "Gotta say, one of the hottest girls I've had the pleasure to date." He said, shooting a wink in Mer and Ed's direction.

"No offense, Mer." He continued before glancing down at Amy and giving her a look that encouraged her to just go along with it. There wasn't anything wrong with messing around with a couple peers every once in a while. "Ya know, we should hang together sometime. Double date, yeah?"




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Cait was a good friend. She seemed to get him more then most. He wasn't sure how, but she did. He really appreciated it none the less. He wrapped his arms around her accepting the hug and letting it be a source of comfort for him for just a moment. Holding one of the few people he didn't feel like he was a constant disappointment to. The one person he didn't see a reason he ever would because she didn't require anything from him. She never had.

Toni wasn't the type to push anything on anyone, especially not weed. He just wanted to make sure he was being kind to her and asking. "Getting sick?" He furrowed his brow a moment and after taking his hit used his free hand to feel her forehead, "Do you need anything?" He asked concerned. He was sure there was some sort of pain killers in the apartment... somewhere? "Mi Tio has an amazing tea remedy for most common illness. I will make you some soon. Surprisingly, not bad tasting too." He added.

The shadow of a smile on his lips. It was mostly for her sake. He would rather worry over her then the other way around. He took another hit of his blunt but was careful to blow the smoke in the opposite direction of her and wave it off so she didn't inhale much if any. He didn't want to make her feel worse, but he needed just a few to calm himself.

His phone buzzed again and he quickly took it out hoping against hope it was Elena, but it was Liv. It sounded like she wanted to hang out...but he couldn't, not like this. He simply didn't have the emotional or mental energy. He wished he did because he felt like he was letting her down. He felt like it was already starting, like he'd lied saying he'd be available for her. He really was just a vicious cycle. At this rate it wouldn't take nearly as long for her to see his true colors as it did Elena.

His eyes started to water again at the thought. God why was he like this? What was wrong with him. They were both such wonderful women. What could they possible see in him. Sure he'd been told he had a pretty face, but that was a dime a dozen here. So what was it? What did they see that he didn't? He turned to Cait his eyes pleading for an answer, "Tell me... why... what do people possibly see in me? What makes me worth the hurt I inevitably cause? I have nothing..." That was a lie, but it was the lie he'd made everyone believe...so then why?
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The banging behind her was soooo annoying. They acted like they were actually going to die from being in a room together for a moment. Couldn't they see they were kinda busy out here?!

"Yah," She sighed folding her arms across her chest, "Sure." she replied in a bland tone. Because believe it or not...she didn't believe Liv. She knew how this song and pony show goes. She's going to blame her until they find out who else would have been able to because that's the problem right. Of the few people who could, Maggie was the most likely because of her reputation. A reputation she didn't think Liv believed until now.

When Liv turned to try and tell the irritating pair that she couldn't open the door is when it finally clicked to her what the real problem was. They literally couldn't get out the room...oops. Ok they were a little less annoying now that she realized that. They didn't have to freak out tho, they were still right there. They could get them out with...She patted her pockets...oh shit! She'd forgotten her key in her bag at home. It was a walk, but they could go get it.

All she could do is finally turn to face them and empty her pockets as well to show she also didn't have a key. They'd gotten lucky and as they went in someone was coming out so it wasn't a big deal. Not like they did a bunch of back and forth in here.

Her attention was turned back to Liv as she spoke up again. A surge of irritation coming back that had momentarily faded. Did Liv think she was stupid? "WE'RE? If you were worried about US getting backlash why would I be the first person you run to thinking I'd do this?" She spat back with more venom then she intended. Times like this you could see the specks of her family blood in her veins.

Then she just had to bring up the bad press, "Gee thanks for the daily 'I'm a fuck up' reminder . Really helpful right now." She rolled her eyes. The only reason she wasn't over this whole conversation and just leaving was because...well she was innocent which meant someone did betray them. Someone did leak their song without their permission and as much as at the moment she didn't like it...it meant she needed to stick around with Liv to figure out who.

The insistent banging in the background was only making her mood worse, She spun around to them again "She just said we can't open it fucking relax!" She shouted at the door as Liv showed them again her inability to open the door. She loved Ash but right now her mood was at it's fucking limit with EVERYONE.

"Let's just fucking go already and get it so they can stop whining." She huffed turning and finally walking away from the door expecting Liv to follow. She ignored the "not mad" comment cause while Liv might not be, she for sure was.

"So is there anyone else you can think of that might've been able to leak it other then me? Anyone else you told about us working on something? Worked in the same studio?" She asked trying to calm herself down by fiddling with a small trinket that was in her pocket and looking straight ahead.
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Cait felt for Toni, she really did. He was such a good guy, and he didn't deserve everything that life threw him. She could see the overwhelming despair in his eyes as she studied his face. "Getting sick?" he had asked. All Cait could do was shrug in response. She didn't really know why she was feeling so run-down. Everything she could have possibly thought of couldn't explain why she felt this way. She couldn't help but smile as she felt his palm on her forehead. He was always so concerned for her. It was just one of the many reasons she liked him - his compassion. "Do you need anything? Mi Tio has an amazing tea remedy for most common illness. I will make you some soon. Surprisingly, not bad tasting too."

"I don't think so. I just feel...off. I can't really explain it. But thanks for the offer, I appreciate it. Maybe the planets are realigning or something." Deep down, Cait thought she knew exactly why she felt this way, but she couldn't say it out loud. She couldn't possibly be...with child. The last person she'd slept with was Reuben, but that was quite some time ago now. She pulled her knees to her chest, resting her head on her knees. She appreciated the fact that Toni was blowing his smoke away from her - because if she was pregnant...Cait didn't want to think about that. She gave him his space as he checked his phone. Nobody liked a Nosy Nancy.

Cait picked up her head as Toni turned to her, his eyes welling with tears. It was a pitiful sight - it almost made her want to start crying as well. "Tell me... why... what do people possibly see in me? What makes me worth the hurt I inevitably cause? I have nothing..." There it was. Now she was crying too. "I know I'm not much use right now, considering that I'm an emotional wreck right now, but listen to me." Cait took Toni's hands in hers before she continued speaking. "You are loved. You are enough. When I look at you, I see an amazing guy who goes over the moon to make the people he cares about happy. You are loved. You are enough. And you have something. You have me. Whenever the world is too rough on you, you can always come to me, because I'm not going to hurt you like others have done in the past. I'm here for you, Toni. I just hope you know that too." She wiped away her tears, giving him a small smile. "I don't know what happened, but I'm here if you ever want to talk about it."






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To say Amy was confused by the turn of events was an understatement.

First off, why in the world of all the people to walk up to them was it Mercedes? Sure it was her party, but why did she bother coming over? She clearly still had some weird infatuation with Justin. Perhaps not 'wanna get back together' vibes, but similar to whatever weird vibes Justin used to convince himself that even coming here was a good idea.

Secondly... since when? Amy wasn't usually in the loop of a lot of things, but she looked at twitter even if she didn't comment. Hadn't she and some guy named drake made a big deal about their ring pop clearly fake engagement? She never saw anything about this Ed fella.

Thirdly...if they weren't even interested enough in this interaction to look at her, why on earth were they here?! Was Justin right? was this some weird jealousy thing?

Her peers were so confusing, and she hated it. She politely waved and smiled saying hello, even though it was clearly falling on deaf ears. The confirmation was the compliment from BOTH of them of her very jeans and pink top being admired as...a dress...

Yah...could she go home now? She already felt slightly under dressed, but that took the cake for her.

Just when she was ready to shrink into her self and fade out of this whole interaction she felt Justin's arm around her shoulder. Which in and of it's self wasn't odd to her, but considering everything happening she had an inkling that this was one of his antics at play. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips at his response to them about her 'dress'. He always had her back...and it made her feel really good inside.

Ding ding ding she was right! The moment the next few words left his lips she didn't even need 'the look' to know what he was doing.

He was going to owe her for this...though it's not like she had any real prospects right now other then maybe George. And she did feel like they deserved whatever fuckery this would do after blatantly ignoring her. Look Amy was nice, and a softie who wouldn't do anything to you on her own...but she had no problem aiding justice.

And who knows...maybe it would be a little fun? Lots of anxiety? Yes, yes that too.

Seeing him look her up and down with the whistle cause a genuine embarrassing flush to rise in her cheeks as she playful hit his chest with her hand, "Oh come on, babe be nice! It's her birthday." She giggled before raising her other hand to loosely interlock with the hand of the arm around her shoulders.

"Oh! What a great idea!" She chimed happily looking back over at the other 'couple' "If you liked riding his boat we can always do that together?"

Maybe just maybe she could also spin a little of this fun in her favor to mess with Justin a bit too? After all what are friends for? ;)
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"I don't like Terrantino either. But this would be some kind of twisted logic he'd use. " He gave Willow a shrug. In all honesty, despite first impressions, Hunter didn't regret literally running into her.

This was a bad habit of Hunter's. His mouth had a mind of its own. His mouth liked to say shit, then joke about it, or go too long about something to the point that he may as well hop into a six-feet deep hole in the ground, put the dirt on top of him, and wait for Mr. Reaper to show up. He was experiencing that familiar 'I should not have said that' feeling when Willow's face went from 100 to zero as soon as he mentioned he was joking.

"Bad decisions huh? I guess running into me was just another one of them?"

Spotting the wink, Hunter chuckled. "We're bonding already! And I did mean it when I said you're cool. My jokes almost never land anyway."

And that was the brutal, honest truth of the matter. SOmetimes Hunter's jokes did land, but most of the time, only those who were cut from the same cloth as he was truly understood his humor. Other than that, people shrugged him off, which was fine. Hunter didn't care about the dozens of uptight dickwads that thought of him as an annoying pest. People like Drake MArtin, Liv Moore, and his new friend Willow understood him. It didn't matter if the masses didn't like him. Get a few likeminded wackos and that's all the approval he ever needed out of this town.

"Snack run, huh?" Hunter smirked, looking at the gas station. "Yeah, there's some good ones there, but there's a minimart a few blocks down the road that way--" Hunter gestured east "--that is bound to have a better selection." Hunter tapped the front of his hood, almost rhythmically. "Wanna hit it up? And I'm buying. You know, it's the least I can do. And if you still wanna hang out with me after, then we'll find something else to do. Maybe you can almost run me over to call it even." He laughed way harder than he should have. "What do you think? Down to have a little fun Hunter Drake style?"






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Dalton was going to kill them. All of them. He wanted to give Ashton West a piece of his mind not get locked in a fucking room with her by Livanna Moore of all people. That girl was the cause of every fucking problem. She got him dragged into the fucking rumours, into her mess with her fucking whatever he was earlier in the studio and now locked him in a fucking room and was ignoring him.

“Open the damn door!”

He didn’t care that she said her card was broken or that the fucking card scanner wasn’t registering her fucking card or whatever. He only cared that he could get out when he wanted to get out. Right now you could say Ash had caught a lucky break, or not really, since though his wrath was momentarily redirected, she was stuck in a fucking glass prison with him, and being ignored by Livanna Moore.

Of all the times he wanted Livanna to ignore him and just leave him the fuck alone, this was the one time he didn’t want her to do that but it was precisely what she was doing and now she –

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. No she fucking didn’t. She wouldn’t. Was she? She was. She was walking out the fucking –

“Livanna! Get back here! Livanna!” Sure she said she was going downstairs or wherever the fuck to get another fucking card cos hers was fucking broke or whatever but he didn’t trust the way she had ignored him. Never happened before and no this wasn’t about some ego or vanity complex or whatever. This was about whether she would actually fucking come back any time soon or in her usual Livanna esque way get completely side-tracked and distracted by something else, which just seemed even more likely given how distracted she had been by whatever it was she and Magnolia Darrington had been talking about.

Fuck. Now she was gone and he was stuck in this room until whenever the fuck it was that she decided to come back. It had better be in the next five minutes. In the meantime…

Dalton rounded on Ash, looking her straight in the eye.

“This,” he started, voice harsh and gravelly, “is all your fucking fault. Every last part of it. If you hadn’t started those fucking rumours and spouted all that fucking nonsense we wouldn’t be trapped in this fucking room waiting for Livanna fucking Moore of all people to let us out. Why the fuck don’t you have a card on you and why does this door lock from the outside? Are you running some kind of fucking prison in this studio? And why the fuck is it so fucking hot?”

Yeah it was a lot. Too much probably, but Dalton was going through a lot at the moment. He’d been swung around like a freaking ragdoll getting his name dragged around in other people’s shit, putting his reputation and scholarship at stake. Give the guy a break and let him rampage even just for a bit.





mood
bloody fucking hell

location
record studio

outfit
casual





playing...
song title here

by artist here




mentions
Liv, Maggie

interactions
Ash

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Winona Winona


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willow.




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tom petty and the heartbreakers



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Tonight was turning out to be an interesting one. Did she almost get killed tonight? Yes, but the driver was so intriguing that it didn't really matter to her anymore. "I don't like Tarantino either. But this would be some kind of twisted logic he'd use." Hunter did have a point there, but Willow wasn't willing to admit it. Instead, she took another drag from the joint, blowing the smoke out into the open air around her. She watched as it dissipated into nothing, turning her attention back over to Hunter as he began to speak again.

"We're bonding already! And I did mean it when I said you're cool. My jokes almost never land anyway." Willow couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his first statement. "Who said we were bonding?" In all reality, Willow was vibing with Hunter. But she had to get in her quips too. It was just how she worked. "Kidding, obviously. I can see a blossoming friendship between us already." Or more - she often relied on the over-friendliness of guys. If he was interested, then so was she. If not, it was his loss. Willow was a hot commodity around here these days. Most guys would be lucky to spend the night with her. Did she have a problem? Did she hypersexualize herself? Probably - it could be...no, definitely was...her mother's doing. Last she heard, she had been instituted back home for her erratic behavior. Willow didn't like to think about her mother at all. After all the shit she put her through...It honestly served her right.

"Snack run, huh? Yeah, there's some good ones there, but there's a minimart a few blocks down the road that way that is bound to have a better selection." Willow's eyes followed Hunter's gesture over to where he was pointing. "Wanna hit it up? And I'm buying. You know, it's the least I can do. And if you still wanna hang out with me after, then we'll find something else to do. Maybe you can almost run me over to call it even." This offer was too good to turn down. "What do you think? Down to have a little fun, Hunter Drake style?"

"You know what? Fuck it, I'm in." Willow laughed. "What's the worst that could happen?" She wasn't afraid of taking a risk. Sliding the scrunchie off of her wrist from under her jacket, Willow put her jungle of hair into a loose ponytail. She was sick of having it fall into her face. "Let's go, Drake." Willow grinned, hopping up onto the passenger side seat. "This is gonna be fun for the both of us."





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Jace West


"Oh," Jace said, blinking at Judd as he spoke. Theatre equipment being broken was insanely less interesting than attempting to help someone find their dream album, or the perfect instrument to match their personality, but he supposed that work was work. So he just kind of blinked at the dude for a moment, before he finally mustered up exactly what he should say.

"I know how to fix sound equipment," he explained simply, and he did. Throughout Jace's life of being so heavily involved with everything music, he'd... well... he'd picked up on several useful skills for preserving the life of his equipment. Not that he really needed to -- his parents had no problem with getting him the newest equipment, or replacing his old stuff whenever the idea tickled his fancy.

Of course, Jace was a bit of a music hoarder. Which meant he had a bunch of stuff, and multiples of some things, but it also came with the added skill of being able to play around with things throughout his life. At this point, there was very little equipment that could actually cause him to scratch his head in confusion. And, even if it did, a little tinkering around would generally solve the problem.

"I could ummm... well, if you wanna buy new equipment, I could... I mean I have some here in the back, or I could just... I could go grab my stuff and come out and fix it? Maybe? If that's... that's something you'd like."

He could've asked it in less awkward ways, but hey, Jace was who he was. Awkward and all.




mood
okay

location
his store

outfit
clothes





playing...
insecure
by We Three​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Judd

tags
@jazzyball


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Drake Martin


He... he wasn't crying, nah, man, Drake didn't cry. It was just ahh... someone was cutting onions in the kitchen. Yeah, that's what was causing the misty glaze that was hovering over his eyes, and that's what he was angrily wiping from his eyes with the back of his hand.

Mason had pressed his wallet into Drake's hand, and asked him to go pick up Ari, and... what... take care of her for the night? He could hardly even take care of himself, which was clearly evidenced by his previous trip to the hospital and rehab just a few months prior. And he could kind of feel a familiar squeezing pain in his chest, and his hand quickly moved across it, fingers tightening into his shirt.

A familiar face moved into his view, and Drake tried to focus his bleary gaze on her. Renee's face, silhouetted by her cotton candy pink hair, which through the mistiness of his eyes almost looked like a glowing halo around his face. His bottom lip was still trembling, but he forced a smile onto his face, giving Renee a hesitant nod of his head that grew a little stronger, because hey, something he'd learned in their short friendship?

Renee made everything better. In rehab, during their little therapy group sessions, she'd always known just what to say to calm him down. It was like she'd been trained for it or somethin', but he was pretty sure she was just a natural. So, focusing on her face, he forced his breathing to come a little bit easier. Plus, well, they needed to move, 'cause Drake being near this scene wasn't gonna look great given his past.

“He’s fine, see?” She said, her hand coming to run comfortably on his shoulder. “All in one piece. And we’ll figure out a way to make bail and- I can help with the kid, if you want me to. It’s all going to be okay, I know it.”

"Oh..." and for the first time ever, Drake kind of realized what Mason's embarrassment had always been about. 'Cause if she helped him watch Ari, she'd... have to come back and see the apartment... right? And she'd undoubtedly look down on them for having nothing more than a single mattress, a few blankets on the floor for himself, and an old TV that got about three stations from the antenna they used.

Mason had never wanted chicks to come over to their old place, but Drake had never understood why.

Now he understood why.

"Yeah... yeah, that'd be ummm... yeah, that'd be cool," he agreed, forcing a shaky smile to his face. "Just don't... umm... actually, yeah, yeah, it'll be fine."

A bit of an awkward laugh sounded from him, but then he headed back into the crowd, eager to distance himself from the mess that his brother had just caused.

"Uhhh... thanks, by the way. For... helping."




mood
fine

location
the party woot woot

outfit
clothes





playing...
Rx
by Theory of a Deadman​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Renee

tags
gingersnaps gingersnaps


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Ashton West


"No!" She screamed as Maggie and Liv, seemingly pissed at Ash and Dalton for being left in this stupid room shouted something back that was hard to hear through the fucking soundproof glass, and Ash's panicked fists slammed against the glass with new fervor. "No, no, no, please!" she begged, her voice nearly choking and growing raspy all at once the longer she yelled, "please, don't leave! Guys!"

It was useless -- they weren't paying attention, too caught up in whatever their own conversation was. As they disappeared out of the studio without a glance back, Ash's fists started to lose their motivation, and they slid down the glass to drop to her sides. She was practically shaking as she leaned against the glass, and the reality of everything started to set in -- that she was stuck in this room.

With Dalton.

It was like locking a hungry wolf in with a rabbit -- only one was gonna come out alive, and Ash knew that it wasn't going to be her. As he turned on her, her eyes slowly turned to look up at him, her hands nervously gripping the sleeves of her jacket, and digging into the material.

The room was freaking hot as hell, but she didn't want to part with her jacket.

“This,” he started, voice harsh and gravelly, “is all your fucking fault."

Ash pointed a finger at herself, as if there were anyone else in here to even take the blame.

"Every last part of it. If you hadn’t started those fucking rumours and spouted all that fucking nonsense we wouldn’t be trapped in this fucking room waiting for Livanna fucking Moore of all people to let us out. Why the fuck don’t you have a card on you and why does this door lock from the outside? Are you running some kind of fucking prison in this studio? And why the fuck is it so fucking hot?”

"Maggie was supposed to have the card -- and I left my stuff out there," Ash said, giving a tilt of her head, and trying to keep her calm despite how angry Dalton clearly was. She huffed, turning so her back was against the glass, and then she slid down to the floor, her hands resting lazily on the ground on either side of her.

Ash felt defeated, and they hadn't even started fighting yet.

Today had been going so well, too, and the plan had been... well... finish up with her music here, and then she could head back home, and her and Lucky could talk. And if everything went well, then... well, you know. Ash would be happy again, not that she was unhappy at the moment, but being with him and forgetting their past woes would be the, like, icing on the cake or... whatever.

A little smile dared to flit across her face as she looked back up at Dalton's looming figure.

"Air conditioning's out in this room," she explained. "So if you could, like... calm down so it doesn't get too hot in here until they come back, I'd really appreciate that."




mood
happy to panicked in ten seconds flat

location
studio room

outfit
clothes feat. jean jacket





playing...
song title
by artist​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Maggie, Liv, Dalton

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Xed Xed


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Dalton Kirby



"Then why the fuck didn't they just use your card if it's lying out there? Or Maggie's card? Why the fuck did they leave?"

Dalton kicked the wall in frustration, as heated as ever and not any closer to cooling down. In case you couldn't tell. Whatever advice Ash had tried to give him pretty much went in one ear and out the other. He was so heated about everything happening it didn't help the broken A/C situation at all and he'd already worked up a sweat from carrying Livanna, not because she was too heavy or he was too weak but because the damn girl had made him take a path as longwinded as herself (and she was perhaps the most longwinded person ever to exist) before they finally reached the damn place he was currently trapped in. And the feeling of sweaty clothes sticking to your skin in a sweltering hot room with your own body temperature already running through the roof was quite possibly one of the worst things in that moment. The only thing worse was being trapped in this damn boiler room waiting on the most unreliable person to let them out. He fucking hated this day so much.
...
Why the fuck were they not back yet??
He had enough. He wasn't going to sit around and wait for them. He was getting out of this damn room by himself if it was the last thing he did. He'd deal with Ash after he was certain he could leave whenever the fuck he wanted to.

Walking over to the door, he jostled with the handle. Nothing. Slammed his shoulder into the damn thing. Wouldn't budge. He slammed into the door again. And again, and again. The fucking thing. Still. Wouldn't. Budge. Fuck!

Dalton spun around, grabbed a microphone stand and swung it like a baseball bat right at the door. The sound was horrific, the damage even worse, both to the stand and his arm but the door still stood rock solid and unmoving as ever.

FUCKING HELL!

Dalton hurled the mic stand to the side in frustration.

It had cracked, was pretty much ruined and his hand had somehow got caught up in the mess of it all. His left forearm was bleeding, a long and deep gash left in the wake of his violent swing. The blood dripped down his arm and onto the floor staining it a deep crimson. He didn't care. He only cared that the bloody door was still standing, still keeping him trapped like a pig in this fucking glass oven.





mood
Feeling murderous

location
record studio

outfit
casual





playing...
song title here

by artist here




mentions
Liv, Maggie

interactions
Ash

tags
Winona Winona


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Mason


It was worth it, so he didn't respond to that -- 'cause Mason figured she knew where he stood by this point. In his mind, his skewed vision of what was right and wrong, Mason saw what he did as perfectly acceptable. It was perhaps one of the only things he'd (admit to having) picked up from his mother. She'd always been one to punch first, ask questions later, which well...

That was part of the reason that Mason knew that even if he got charged, the system was so fucked, they wouldn't pull Ari from him for something like that.

“Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t have to. I didn’t have do shit.” Tabitha responded.

"Thank you for admittin' I'm right," Mason grumbled.

“You didn’t have to do any of this. I’m here because you completely screwed over Maggie and got her into a shit-load of trouble for this little stunt.”

Maggie?

Oh shit--

If it had just been fucking up Val's house, and fucking her over, Mason wouldn't have felt a single ounce of remorse. Hell, if it'd ruined Jared's night, he wouldn't have cared, either. But the part that kind of made him pause, the part that made him wince from a dose of guilt, was Maggie's involvement. Or, not involvement, but... what was gonna happen to her. And he was gonna hold his temper, he really was, he'd really tried.

He just... couldn't when Ariana was involved.

“And even while you were being a complete dickhead, she was worried about you going jail. ‘Cause she’s an actual good person, who doesn’t deserve this shit. You have a fucking daughter, that you love enough to attempt homicide over, who doesn’t deserve to see her dad behind bars over something so stupid.”

He scoffed. It wouldn't hurt her to see him behind bars for a few months -- Ari probably wouldn't even notice, so Mason rolled his eyes and turned his head away from Tabitha. Probably because... facing the truth of her words was a little too much for him.

“And Drake! Yeah, your brother? That you pushed to the ground? Fuck you for that, by the way. He didn’t deserve to see you go through this shit either.”

... Mason couldn't even really recall pushing Drake over, and that lost memory caused his eyes to kind of glaze over as he tried to find it.

“None of this had to happen, it’s all been very unnecessary, but here we are. I’m not looking for any gratitude or whatever, and definetley not a fight. I don’t care that you don’t need help from anyone, least of all from me. ”

His jaw clenched as he forced himself to look back at Tabitha.

“But I wanted to make sure you were okay, and not rotting behind bars. ‘Cause I don’t think you deserve this shit either, for what it’s worth.”

Mason pushed himself away from the car, patting the hood as he did so. His jaw clenched tighter, tongue pressing angrily at the back of his teeth as he started to walk off, not speaking at first until he'd moved a few paces from Tabitha, and then he bothered to actually fucking turn around and look at this bitch, with the fucking... audacity to just... god, she fucked pissed him off so much.

"I don't need you and every-fuckin'-one else out here telling me what I should and shouldn't fuckin' do," he snapped, a bloody finger angrily jabbing into his chest. His paces retreated, bringing him closer to Tabitha. He leaned down closer to her face, his dark eyes gripping hers as he continued to speak, his words being spat out through clenched teeth. "Surprise, but I'm not a fuckin' kid that all of you can fuckin' lecture about right and wrong, okay? I'm a fuckin' adult, and I had this shit handled. I didn't need you, and I didn't need fucking anyone, so you all can fuckin' take your pity and shove it up your asses, because I don't fucking want it."

Surprise, but Mason's biggest downfall wasn't his short temper, but rather, his pride. It was something he'd never really moved past, and whenever he did ask for help, he felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. Like his man card had been fucking revoked or something, and he was a fucking child again, begging for help for some dumb shit. He was independent, and he liked to keep it that way.

Dependency on anyone never ended well.

"Shove it up your fuckin' asses and choke. 'Cause none of you give a shit about me past where Ari is, and I've got her fuckin' handled. She's not any of your guys' fuckin' kids, Drake's none of your responsibilities, so just leave me the fuck alone already." He spat. "You didn't give a shit about me when we were together, and you don't give a single shit about me now past gettin' off on my dick every once in a while."




mood
eck

location
outside the station

outfit
clothes, feat. flannel





playing...
Trial and Error
by One Flew West​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Tabitha

tags
gingersnaps gingersnaps


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Mikaela Ainsley



Oliver, sweet Oliver asked her if she needed a break.

She could barely remember through the haze of blurred together memories how they got together... actually no she couldn't remember at all, she might have been drunk or high when he first asked her out, maybe both, or maybe it was just her current drug and drink induced haze that was messing with her memory. In any case he was her Oli, her sweet and loving boyfriend. Slow at times but adorable like... a snail or a turtle, pick whichever you thought was cuter.

She was having the time of life at this party. No break needed. Her next party venue though. Now that was going to be a whole nother level. Vegas was like nowhere else. This was just the warmup. A cute little prelude with the boyfriend, who was not going to be joining because this was a private girl's get away. You know like a boy's night out, only cooler and more fun. Way more fun. She was sooooo excited. It had been so long she had a girl's night out with Liv. Sweet ol Liv. She missed her. It was so much fun with her. The temptation to ditch Oli right now and just zip off with Liv was so strong but she had no idea where Liv was or if she was even ready and nothing wrong with going hard at this engagement party before she went harder in Vegas.

"I'm fine handsome." She said giddily, giggling as she spun around and tipped into him.

"Just having fun partying with you~"

She loved that he didn't really bother with actually trying to stop her from partying or drinking and all that. That would be a one way trip straight back to singlehood for him. She gave him a quick kiss, the strong taste of alcohol on his lips. Or maybe it was hers. Whatever. She couldn't wait for Liv to give her the ok for them to get outta here to VEGAS.

Sorry Oli boy but a girl's got her priorities.






mood
PARTY FEVER

location
Engagement Party

outfit
Party girl, the kinda outfit that would make big brother Kieran faint





playing...
song title here

by artist here​




mentions
Liv

interactions
Oliver

tags
Winona Winona


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scroll








cinnamon girl



Tabitha Cohen













mood

Hateful











outfit

Party dress











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Outside the station











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Mason, Reuben











Winona Winona @dear.szmm

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She flinched.

Tabitha had kept herself grounded and cool through most of it. The second Mason stepped away from her, she knew it was coming- after a while of being way too alert to it, you start picking up the signs that somebody’s about to blow up. And with Mason, whose entire body was ruled by his anger, it was as clear as day that he was going to start losing his shit at her.

The yelling was fine.

"I don't need you and every-fuckin'-one else out here telling me what I should and shouldn't fuckin' do,"

The yelling, she could deal with. It was easy, to just stand, looking stone-faced, and let him scream his lungs out. The louder they got, the better they felt. Tabitha just had to tune out the words, sometimes she could pretend she wasn't even there while people yelled at her.

Mason yelled, because it was what he knew to do. Tabitha stood there. If he had to scream to convince himself he had everything handled when he decided to throw shit into a ceiling fan, she’d let him do it to his heart’s content.
His fucking pride, his fucking anger- whatever it was about him, it made Tabitha subject herself to both of those and gain nothing but a bitter feeling return.

"You didn't give a shit about me when we were together, and you don't give a single shit about me now past gettin' off on my dick every once in a while."

Maybe it was just her guilt.

But then he got too close. Mason took one step too close to her, with his booming voice and his bloodied knuckles, and she flinched. Covering her face with her arms, like a scared little girl, waiting for a strike that didn't come

And Tabitha just felt downright fucking pathetic.

She lowered her arms as fast as she could, as well as her gaze, keeping it down on the ground. Tabitha couldn't bear to see the expression on his face right now- she did not care what she would find if she looked, she didn’t want to know.

That scene just showed her what they were: Mason, loud, angry and righteous, beating men to a pulp and holding onto his goddamn pride for dear life. And Tabitha, a powerless little girl, who could only watch and flinch if he decided she was next.

He wouldn't do that. She hated herself for fearing he would. She hated herself for fearing.

“Fine. Whatever.” Tabitha gulped, eyes down on the ground of the parking lot, gripping her wrists. She refused, at least, to let him see her shake. “Do whatever you want. Punch anyone you’d like, hurt your brother, fuck over your friends- yeah, you’re a fucking grown-ass man. Who cares.”

Fuck you. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

“I won’t anymore. Promise.” Tabitha bit her lip, nodding slowly as she began to walk away “Sorry for the fucking trouble.”

She did not wait for a response, or know if there was gonna be one, or care for that matter. Tabitha just wanted to leave, to go somewhere quiet, curl up in a ball and wait for this god awful feeling to go away. Tabitha made her way back to Reuben, still holding tightly to her wrist. Her nails were sunk so deep in her skin, they’d start to draw blood anytime now.

“I’m leaving.” Tabitha said, also not looking up at him. She couldn't be fucked to act normal, cool or collected in front of Reuben either right now “I really don’t give a shit what happens to the other one, just- sorry for the fucking mess. I’m gone, now.”




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Ashton West


Clearly, he didn't know how to listen, so Ash just sat there, a rather annoyed expression on her face as Dalton lost it next to her. He slammed against the door, smacked it, a number of different things, but it still didn't budge. But when he picked up the microphone stand, Ash's eyes widened and she hurried to her feet as he smashed into in the door.

She winced, looking back as he tossed the microphone stand, except that she'd accidentally moved into its path. She hopped out of the way, but the base of the stupid thing still smash against her leg, which earned a couple curse words from her as she rubbed her leg.

"What the fuck is..."

Ash blinked, her words faltering and coming to a halt when she saw blood dripping from Dalton's arm. She glanced away from him, scouring the room for anything that could help, but it wasn't like a music studio contained any kind of first aid kit. So instead, Ash picked up her water bottle and headed up to his side. She popped open the top, grabbing his hand and stretching it out as she poured the water over his arm.

It wasn't much, but at least it would kind of clean it out.

"Sorry, I don't... I don't really have anything, to like," as Ash spoke, she pressed the sleeve of Lucky's jacket against part of the wound to try and stifle the flow of blood, "you know, like, to wrap it."

But he seemed to have a better idea, because pulling his away from her, Ash watched as he... took his fucking shirt off, and ripped a section of it off to try and wrap his arm. But, like, doing that with one hand was pointless. So she stepped forward again, taking the strip of shirt from him and doing it herself.

"They'll... be back. Eventually, just... chill out before you hurt yourself more, okay?" Ash suggested as she finished wrapping it and let go, her gaze moving from his arm to his face.




mood
happy to panicked in ten seconds flat

location
studio room

outfit
clothes feat. jean jacket





playing...
song title
by artist​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Dalton

tags
Xed Xed


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Dalton Kirby



Dalton stood there seething at the door. He didn't notice Ash's leg get hit by the mic stand, or that she was walking over until she grabbed his hand and started pouring water over his bleeding arm and pressing her jacket sleeve against it.

Some good that was doing.

"Forget it." He grunted as he stepped away from her and yanked off his shirt. Getting rid of the sweaty fabric clinging to his skin felt freeing though it didn't really help with the damn heat or anything else. Using a sweat soaked shirt was probably not the best idea health wise and all but he didn't give a damn. The flow of blood was irritating so anything that could stop it would do.

Tearing off a strip of his shirt, he tossed the rest of it aside as he tried to bandage his arm which, well you could imagine how well that was going. Ash stepped in to help, taking the strip of torn fabric from him and tying it around his bleeding arm.

"They'll... be back. Eventually, just... chill out before you hurt yourself more, okay?"

He would chill out when he regained his ability to leave. Which now seemed entirely dependent on the two girls who had toddled off to god knows where. Fuck.

Dalton waited as Ash finished wrapping up his arm, a cursory glance down revealing the hints of a bruise forming on her leg where the mic stand had hit her. Whatever. Not his fucking problem. He was fucking bleeding. Who cared if she got a tiny bruise or whatever.

"Whatever." He growled as he shook his bandaged arm and turned away. "Just go sit the fuck down, hide in your little corner or whatever. I suggest you do that." He barked, turning back around to face her, anger marring his features.

"I should tear you limb from limb for getting us locked in this damn boiler room and for all the other shit and problems you've caused since you moved here!"

He would have too if his arm wasn't bleeding and possibly in need of stitches. This whole day was turning into a fucking nightmare he just wanted to end.





mood
Damn it all

location
record studio

outfit
casual but now shirtless





playing...
song title here

by artist here




mentions


interactions
Ash

tags
Winona Winona


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Ophelia Warren
These Days


Sleeping Hedgehog
still h8 my life
something hobo-esque
interactions

TBD, (Bernie)
@jazzyball

"You fucking wish,"

A hint of a humorous grin played on her lips and Oph rolled her eyes, mimicking the blonde from moments before with a middle finger of her own. “My psychic says STDs are not in my future,” She pressed her hands together in prayer, looking up to the ceiling.

“Dear baby Jesus, thank you from keeping me from the hetero-clutches of Bernie Stoddard.” Naturally, Ophelia’s dork nature was shoved to the side by the promise of her brilliant idea to get them to play somewhere that wasn’t her garage.

There weren't many places that’d just take on some random band unless it was family-owned, pretty chill, laid-back… there weren’t a lot of places that came to mind.

There weren’t many places in Newcastle period that wasn’t a chain– or entirely dead, the others… saved their performance spots for one of the more… fortunate musicians in this town.

If Ophelia wanted to have a successful small town band that went big– starting in a place that already had at least four big musicians wasn’t the greatest move. But what was she supposed to do? Move?

Yeah, if only life was that easy.

“I don’t know how I’d be able to secure it, but we could try the Hedgehog cafe. Gets decent traffic… I think maybe we talk to the owner or ask one of the workers to ask for us? Unless you have a better idea.” She handed her back the joint.

Not that Oph wanted to toot her own horn or anything, but unless she hasn’t been giving Bernie enough credit… she was pretty sure the blonde wouldn’t have a better idea.

As fortunate as she was to have the girl in her corner, Ophelia was yet to see a bright idea. (No offense, blondie.)

The door to the garage swung open and her older brother appeared, eating a slice of cheesy, pepperoni pizza. Caleb was the second Warren brother that Ophelia had gotten stuck with.

“Pizza’s here.”

“I didn’t even order though,”

“I know, I did like forty minutes ago, before Ma left–”

“So why didn’t you ask me what I wanted,”

“... did you want anythin–”

“Get the hell out,”

Caleb put one hand up in defense, backing out of the garage and allowing half of his slice to hang in his mouth as the door shut behind them. She waited a few beats to see if he'd come back before she nudged Bernie's leg with her own.

“C’mon, let’s go check out the cafe,” Ophelia sat up from the couch, picking up her friend's sweatshirt and lazily tossed it to her. “If it’s a fail at least we’ll get a scone outta’ it.” She wasn’t even a big fan of scones.

Why was it so soft, yet so hard?

That’s what she said. Ha.

The door to the garage opened with a press of a button on the wall and Ophelia rolled her bike out (alright don’t laugh.) But Ophelia’s killer ride was… a yellow Vespa. Has been since she was thirteen and this baby gets her almost everywhere.

Though she was going to have to find a different ride for the concert.

Oh? Did I not mention that? Ophelia Warren landed a “date” with Tabitha Cohen. Even their names rhymed perfectly together. (sorta. not really) If that wasn’t– Oph didn’t really believe in signs. But you know what she did believe in?

Hot chicks.

So what if she said she was straight? Tabitha screamed secret sapphic. Her gaydar wasn’t going to fuck her over this time. And… even if it didn’t end up in a makeout session while listening to Boygenius… they were a pretty decent band.

She’d been listening to a few songs since she talked to Tabitha about them– the girl prided herself on being a “cockatoo” but her taste in music was… pretty fuckin’ good.

She didn’t bother snapping her helmet on, but when Bernie appeared Ophelia handed her the extra she carries around for Be– Wow, how did she have so many females in her life but was still a raging virgin?

“Put it on,”

“I’m not wearing a fucking helmet,”

“It’s for safety.”

…

“You’re the only weirdo who plays bass in this town, I can't replace you."

~

The ride there was pretty quiet. But it was a comfortable silence beyond the faint chewing of a helmet-ed blonde on the back of the bike, the slice of pizza had somehow lasted its way to the Sleeping Hedgehog. The blue logo of a mini hedgehog on the front of the cafe didn’t exactly… fit the vibe for their band.

But what were they gonna do? Find some hardcore bar that allowed teenagers?

Yeah, sure pal.

She glanced over at Bernie, suppressing an amused grin at the angry blonde who refused the helmet in the first place and her gaze fell to the buckle underneath her chin. “You didn’t have to actually–”

“Nevermind, just be cool.”

(No, Bernie, you weren’t always cool.)

The windchimes on the top of the door announced their presence before they did, playing a small melody even as the door swung shut softly behind them. She’d been here a number of times, but Bernie didn’t have to know that.

Ophelia’s gaze lingered on the “Poetry Night” flyer and she cleared her throat, mumbling an excuse to pass by someone who had just gotten their order and they approached a line that formed towards the barista.

It was barely a minute's wait before they’d gotten up there.

“The usual?” The young boy said, he couldn’t have been older than nineteen, Ophelia had recognized him from the piercings and the few facial tattoos. There were also the minor conversations they’d had… but she couldn’t remember his name for the life of her.

“I– uhh… no, I was actually wondering if we could talk to the manager, uh…” Her eyes flit to his name tag;

“Pablo.”

The few customers behind them groaned in annoyance and Ophelia took their reaction to step aside, gesturing for them to pass. “Relax, caffeine junkies, jesus.” Pablo had disappeared presumably to grab the manager while Oph & Bernie waited patiently.

Her phone went off (probably with a ringtone by 50 cent because Ophelia truly believed she should’ve been born in the 90s) and she pulled it out to read a text.
fuck you too ophelia

i'm hurt. i might have to dm small dick mcgee to make myself feel better


The corners of her lips quirked up into a smile as she typed a reply.
ur jokes are cute
they’re sorta funny

sorta

i might’ve cracked a grin, congratulations u have a personality


It wasn’t like she actually liked Tabitha… her perception of crushes started to become very, very blurry these last few months. One may label her “girl-crazy”

… okay fine, so a few of her friends label her as girl-crazy. The hormones, teenagedom, the– effortless virgin energy. She’s gonna shoot her shot.

You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.

Ophelia didn’t really know Tabitha well enough to crush on her, but if we were labeling “crush” as attracted to and funny, then yeah, so what if she had a crush on her?

The manager emerged from god knows where, her attention was too focused on her phone. “Hey, could I help you two?” She was way older than them, and almost looked related to the barista.

Family owned?

“Yeah, so we were… a little… curious to see…”

Agh, fuck.

“If… uh…”

Ophelia looked over at Bernie with an almost pleading gaze. She couldn’t fuckin’ talk. She wasn’t the face of the band here! (cough, ignore last post cough, we're being hypocrites here.) She cleared her throat for a second time, nudging Bernie in her side.

“My girl here has a question for ya…”
coded by natasha.
 
MOOD: why can't he think like a normal teen

OUTFIT:
something dark blue
​
INFO
LOCATION: val's house, birthday party(?)

WITH: stella

mention: mercedes, val, jared​
ACTIVITY
Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202
TAGS
Matty O. Manzano
Same Dark Places


"My fans shut it down with ease, so I don't have to worry about it. And good friends like you helped a lot. So, thank you really."

“I was only able to tell a few people. I don’t know if they’d believe me or not.” He didn’t believe any of them would try to listen, seeing as how quick most were to jump to their own absurd conclusions and make unnecessary jokes rather than listen to rationality. “At least they finally dropped it. That’s good.”

He wasn’t sure what would’ve happened if it hadn’t. He’d seen plenty of times how people mock others both online and in person. Eventually, someone would try to taunt Stella in person, possibly at school in the fall when immature teenagers return from break. And if someone were sadistic enough to try to push it, then Matty would have to…

But that’s not happening to her or anyone in your very small circle of friends right now, and it’s not going to. You’re at a party enjoying a nice chill cup of ginger ale. Or at least trying to. Ginger ale wasn’t really his favorite drink.

"How've you been, with everything?"

“I’m doing okay… I, um, took some pictures with my new phone on my trip, and with an old camera I found. I’m still figuring out how film development works.”

He hadn’t told anyone about his parents contacting him recently. He didn’t know how to tell anyone. His aunt and uncle know about it, but… well, Matty wasn’t great at explaining details of his personal life. Literature, history, photography, maybe even some of the sports and classic video games he plays—he was safe with those because he can search for facts about them. (Most of the time.) But not so much about himself. He disliked being a topic. He’d rather see the shots from Stella’s latest project and try talking about them. (Yes, he told her, with a nod, that he would like to see them when she had mentioned them.)

He didn’t know how to tell Stella or anyone about how his parents were fussing over his future plans, or how his strained relationship with them hadn’t changed much despite his therapist's advice to try. They still weren’t aware of how critical they were, they’re not the ones who understand how his medications work…

Sometimes the word “everything” was sort of a weird word to him. He wouldn’t know the exact answer to respond with. He didn’t the same confidence as Stella or Mercedes or… someone.

(You need to find more friends, kid.)

“... Sometimes my arms feel kinda weird,” Matty added. “But it’s not so bad.”

He set down his half-empty cup of ginger ale on the nearest surface and gently messaged his left forearm. No, he wasn’t nervous or anxious. His forearm was healed and the cast was gone, but he’d get an uncomfortable prickle when he stays in places with cool temperatures, as if invisible pliers were slowly pinching his bones. Not painful, just uncomfortable. He was lucky the damage wasn’t so severe to last for years. He hoped it was only temporary.

This big house felt cold to him. He thought for a moment that perhaps he should find the AC and change the settings to something reasonable, but then he remembered this wasn’t his house. It was a bit too gaudy and pretentious to be.

Anyway, long story short: Matty was in a car crash last year, moved to Newcastle with an arm cast at the start of the school year, and disliked discussing the details except that his arm broke in an accident, nothing more. And no one was allowed to draw or sign his cast, he’d preferred it spotless.

“I don’t get it,” Matty wondered aloud. “Why is Mercedes’ birthday at Valerie’s house? Which is also having a different party…”

Some time ago he’d blocked Valerie on any social media he used. It wasn’t due to hurt feelings from the dumb things she said to him. In fact, he wasn’t hurt at all. He was just annoyed with Valerie’s immaturity, which she didn’t seem to be aware of. Even if Matty tried to tell her to stop purposely calling him by the wrong names, he knew she wouldn’t listen for some stupid reason. She was older than Matty, but she acted like a childish school bully that he’d met in 4th Grade.

He sincerely felt sorry for Jared.

…

Why are there red and blue lights flashing outside that window?
code by valen t.
 
Raven Rivera
Habits


Deo's place
chill
something casual
interactions

Deo
0k_mang0 0k_mang0

“Not everything has to be about sex,” Raven said, glancing up at him to catch a glimpse of him shutting the browser down, some blonde with a picture perfect smile on the screen was displayed on the college’s front page.

He was… what? Embarrassed of wanting an education?

Maybe Deo was just not at that point with her? It’s not like she blamed him. Raven was private about most of her life beyond her sex life and possible stories with Kira... she wasn’t the type of person to dwell on herself other than her sultry– or confident nature.

Because that confidence was lost anytime her future was brought up. Maybe it was due to her own insecurities or the effortless reminder of what went down that had ripped away her scholarship due to her reckless choices…

But the point here was that Raven wasn’t hurt by him failing to mention his interest in going back to school. If anything she admired him for it. There was always something nice– or respectable about someone making an effort for their future. It sounded odd if Raven considered that attractive, but she did.

She was a woman who saw the future filled with opportunities, the amount of chances for the amount of people was unsettling...

when it was ignored Raven always felt like it was just a waste– a waste that so many, mainly the ones she knew and was close with, chose to live a life filled with obstacles instead of making the conscious and obvious decision to remove them and move on.

(We’re not gonna name them by name, it’s a pretty long list.)

“But… we don’t have to put that on just yet…” She mockingly pleaded, looking up from the prep book to lean over and place a kiss against his lips, dropping the book– and it probably sunk in between the couch cushions. Jade’s dog moved when she did, finding a comfortable spot on the floor near them.

Her hand laid on his bare chest, slowly trailing down.

Maybe her ways were cruel, but there was nothing wrong with using her feminine wiles for information. (No, not like that Lydia.) She deepened the kiss and slowly made a move for the laptop, pulling away from the kiss suddenly and settling beside him again.

“Mm, let’s check this place out.”

Raven brought up the history and clicked the most recent one, scrolling through the college’s page. She hasn’t been on something like this since junior year.

Well… there was the time after she lost the scholarship and looked at Newcastle’s community college.

She… just couldn’t throw tuition on top of bills, classes on top of work… Raven made her peace with it already.

Her fingers scrolled on the trackpad, an eyebrow raising as she read through. “Says here they have a good music program, learn how to serenade me?” She teased, hovering over the journalism tab for a moment.

“Don’t you play guitar?” Raven’s suggestion was a joke, but her curiosity was all in all real. “You’d probably go for something art-related right?” She might’ve paid more attention to him than she cared to admit.

More attention than “hookups” should’ve given each other.

But they were friends. Friends were allowed to be perspective were they not?

"It says here that..." She cleared her throat, deepening her voice for her next words.

"We pride ourselves on the way we prioritize our projects. With so much to learn, we provide students with history, skills, and one of the greatest educations a student could ask for," Her gaze flit to the corner of the screen, eying the headmaster with peppered colored hair, rosy skin and facial hair that she was shocked didn't cover most of the screen.

"Oh, sorry, should I have had a mustache for this part? Did I ruin the immersion?" She'd come for a distraction and she'd gotten one, only this time, Raven was... not interested in purely sex.

She curled a piece of her hair with her finger, hovering it above of her lip while the corners tilted into a smile.

"Better? Muy hombre de negocios." Deo probably only understood... one part of that but it didn't matter, Raven found the interaction humorous enough to let out a laugh.

Her gaze searched his and Raven wanted to push more about his future-- but something had came over her, something that felt entirely out of character for her to do in the first place and her smile faded slightly, licking her bottom lip as she contemplated how to word her question.

"... what are you doing next week?"

Odds were, Mason was still pissed over the Maggie ordeal-- and Raven wasn't going to even get Ari next week.

"I was thinking... maybe we do something, go somewhere that isn't my place or yours."
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