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Marina was a bad bitch, plain and simple. Her reflection stared back at her through her vanity mirror as she applied a coat of clear lip gloss to her lips, then touched up her eyeshadow. She wasn't looking forward to going to the grungy, rundown county fair - if she had to even be in the vicinity of a smelly pig, she was going to sue. But, it was her duty as a good citizen to make an appearance at the fair regardless. Marina ran her hands through her hair, shaking it out so that it clung to her sweater. "Damn, I look good." She pursed her lips together before blowing a kiss to the mirror. Sure, she was vain. But who wouldn't be if they looked as good as she did? She was blessed genetically - her mother was a former Victoria Secret Angel, and her father...well, at least he was healthy. We can't all be winners, after all.

What Marina was looking forward to was Vera. She regarded her as one of her closest friends - nobody came close to being that person for her. And no, Marina wasn't into Vera like that - despite being a lesbian, Vera was too much like her to be suitable for any romantic interactions. Besides, she was still kind of hung up on Tabitha, if she was being honest with herself. Their passionate hookups kept her wanting more, time after time. But of course, Tabitha was straight - ha, what a joke. If only she would stop lying to herself... Marina rose from her gold-plated chair, crossing her room to her spacious walk-in closet. She wasn't satisfied with her current outfit - it didn't scream fair material. She pulled her blue sweater up over her head, revealing a pink lace bra underneath. What would work with the khaki skirt she had on? Marina ran her hand down the row of shirts hung neatly in a row until she landed on a white men's dress shirt. She pulled the hanger off of the rack, holding the shirt out and admiring it. Yes, this would go perfectly with her skirt. But something else was missing. Marina frowned, taking a look around her closet. She prided herself on being a fashionista, so putting this outfit together was really important to her.

A thought popped into her mind as she pulled the shirt onto her slender frame. She buttoned it up, then made her way over to a dresser, pulling the top drawer out and grabbing a brown sweater vest from within. Now the outfit was complete. Marina tugged it over her head, careful not to mess up her perfectly styled hair. She twirled around in the full-length mirror standing before her. This was perfect. She felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Now it was time to head out to the god-awful county fair. What kind of hicks would she be brushing shoulders against today?

Marina floated down the stairs after receiving a text from Vera letting her know that she was here, grabbing her leather bag from the coat rack near her front door. Nobody cared about her comings and goings - her mother was off somewhere cheating on her father, and her father was deep in his study, working as usual. She guessed that's what happened when you marry for the money. It's how things always were in the Reed household, anyway. She took a last look around before strolling outside to meet Vera.

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"This place stinks." Vera complained, crinkling her nose in disgust. They had finally made it to the fair after a short ride in Vera's SUV. Marina wasn't exactly thrilled at the way the fair smelled either - why on Earth would the town throw one of these hillbilly shindigs? Could Newcastle get some class for once? The cotton candy and popcorn didn't appeal to her either - she was accustomed to a more refined palate (though she secretly enjoyed a handful of potato chips or a couple of Oreos every now and then), and this low-level grub was absolutely degrading to her. "Hot dogs, really?" Marina's lip curled in utter distaste. "You would think that us elites would be offered better food, wouldn't you?" Marina wasn't going to eat anything here. Everything looked deep fried. Ugh.

Marina dodged what looked like animal feces in her path, careful not to get her Burberry heels tarnished in the atrocity that had laid before her. "This is so gross. Why did you bring me to this dump again?" she whined, huffing as if she were a small child. "Because it definitely wasn't for the ambiance." She rolled her eyes, eyeing some dumb carnival game. Such a foolish form of entertainment, was it not? Vera spoke up again, taking her attention back to her friend. "So, tell me everything. The last three months have been the dramapocalypse at Newcastle."

"Yeah, and I can't believe you missed it. This summer has been a rollercoaster, let me tell you. Pregnancy rumors, STD rumors, actual pregnancies - lot of sex happening, which isn't surprising, but the people involved here are. Did you hear about that girl who got knocked up by that cop? Oh, and on a less exciting note, Liv and Maggie's song was leaked and it was ass. Like, seriously, it was a hot garbage fire. And they want to be singers? Puh-lease. Not like that." Marina's favorite pastime was gossiping. This town always had something going on, and she made it her business to get involved somehow. There wasn't much else to do around here anyway.

Marina continued to ramble on, as she usually did when she was caught up in a gossiping moment. "Apparently Ash and Dalton are dating? It seems, like, really rushed. Oh, and that Russo kid fought Mason. If I were into guys, it probably would've been hot to me. But I'm not, thank God, so crisis avoided. Anyway, I think that's all that happened, at least I think so. I could be forgetting something here or there."

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Luca

take you like a drug, wanna taste you on my tongue.

Luca's favorite thing about his friends was that he could usually kill two birds with one stone; he could have fun with his friends while pissing off his parents. It was more than ideal.

Besides Mason, who was always a sure way to cause his fathers stress, one of the best sources of chaos in his life was Daisy. She was hot and always had creative ideas for what trouble they could get into together. Being in a band only served to make her hotter, both because he found musicians attractive and because his parents said it was a waste of time.

So, even after a long morning of arguing with his fathers about his non-existent post graduate plans, Luca was in a pretty good mood the minute he stepped out of the house and headed to pick his friend (with benefits) up.

They only had a little while to hangout before Luca had to head to the kissing booth that he had volunteered for to get out of detention. But as soon as he was done with that, he planned to spend the night getting up to as much trouble with Daisy as he possibly could. And the options were endless when it came to those two.


"Damn. You know, if I didn't have to work the kissing booth I'd say let's ditch the fair and go do something more fun." Luca greeted Daisy as she slid into his passenger seat looking more tasty than the cotton candy he was sure to buy later.

"Although, I do remember you mentioning something about getting handsy on the ferris wheel." He tilted his sunglasses down to wink over at her, a bright grin painting his face as he drove them towards the county fair.


By the time they arrived the fair was already starting to get busy, the perfect time for shenanigans to start.

"You're performing at the Battle of the Bands soon, right? I'll be there with my pompoms and my Daisy's number one fan shirt on." He laughed, giving her arm a light nudge with his elbow as they walked through the crowds of people. "Are you excited?"

Luca lit up a cigarette as they headed deeper into the fair grounds, scanning the crowd as he took a deep inhale to search for any familiar faces, and kind of fun or trouble they could get into. "What do you wanna do first?" He asked, offering her a drag after ashing the cigarette..

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Amethyst J.

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Of course once Mercedes finally decided to join the conversation she started she looked a bit surprised, but it was fine.

Edwin's comment kinda made her giggle, not because it was inherently funny, but because thinking about what a hot mess it would be to have the four of them on some weird double date out boating of all things would be. A disaster that's what that would be, a true rom-com in the making even if there would probably be very little romance, just tragic comedy.

It was somehow easier to feel or at least fake confidence with Justin nearby. Call it the power of best friendship or whatever, but it helped in the face of people like Mercedes and Edwin who seemed to have it all and the attitudes to match.

Luckily as quickly as they came they were then off again. Something about her present. Didn't make much sense to her, as if he wanted to privately give it why not before or after the party? Then again she wasn't here to judge their method of escape as she wanted out of this bit too.

Once they were gone Justin let her go and smiled which caused her to finally allow herself to laugh. Ok, mayyyybe he had a point and that whole faking thing was kinda funny and fun. If only to see the reactions on people faces because for something someone claimed to be a thing it sure still seemed like a surprise.

Maybe people were just saying it to say it and she should stop letting comment get under her skin so much.

Easier said then done, but hey acknowledgement is a step in the right direction right?

She playfully rolled her eyes at his remarks, "Well yah, but young, dramatic, and hot is totally your type." She chimed back teasingly. "This summer's flavor of dramatics was just boy crazed." She hummed simply with a single shoulder shrug.

She by no means was judging him for his taste since outside of the 1 decent boyfriend she had they were all pretty miserable picks herself. She couldn't really judge anyone else's track record. Still, she couldn't help but poke a bit of fun at her friend. It was cause she cared. Awareness is key after all.

Though she did briefly wonder what kinda girl Justin would actually, fall for. Like give up just being summertime flings, and stay with. Someone he wouldn't wanna lose.

Now that's the girl Amy wanted to get to know. That'd be the relationship she'd care about to keep up with.

"C'mon," he said with a tilt of his head. "It's boring -- let's get out of here."

Music to her ears! Her smile brightened up even more, "Ooo can we stop on the way and get a snack! I think we deserve a treat for the excellent performance." She grinned already knowing the answer. With that she hoped into his truck and they were off. See just as expected, a night out with Justin was never boring.

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While Amy was certainly a homebody by nature, she also like cutesy stuff like fall fairs and festivals because they are the types of cheesy things you see in hallmark movies, and everything always ends up ok in a hallmark movie.

This sense of movie magic illusion and the fact her parents used to bring her every year was the reason she was here now. Though for the first time both her parents were out of town, and all her friends were pretty busy. She figured it's not that big of an event so she'd run into them of course, but she didn't come with one of them expecting to spend the vast majority of her time with them and then leave with them.

In fact it was such a nice day she walked to the fair.

She instantly regretted it, but she did it.

However now she was here and ready to have some fun. Mostly eat the Carnival snacks, and watch any performances. Maybe take a few cute pictures with the decoration. If she was lucky maybe she'd make a new friend somewhere along the line.

That was the plan till she got a text from George saying he wanted to try out the haunted house. Amy...wasn't big on getting scared on purpose since she considered herself easily frightened by regular things...but it was George and he was cute and nice so she gave it a shot anyways.

And it's totally not because she lacks the ability to say no and set proper boundaries.

Great times.

They met up in line and talked casually, but it was going pretty slow. So he told her he'd go and get a snack and be right back. She agreed to stay and save their spot, and just stood their awkwardly in line with strangers looking at a most daunting renovated building...that's sole purpose was to terrify her to death with no real emotional safety net...what could go wrong?

Time ticked away and the line started to finally move steadily. She'd texted him he should hurry since the line was moving pretty quickly now, but she got no reply. Perhaps something happened to his phone? Or he was juggling the food? Or something came up?

A million questions ran through her head, and the only thing that pulled her out was an employee asking her if she was single.

Since she was too focused on her phone and whatever was going ono with George she hadn't realized she'd made it to the front of the line. So thinking he was asking about ACTUALLY being single she answered very confused, but replied "Yes?".

She was then shuffled along to another four people she didn't recognize and before she could protest finally realizing her mistake they were rushed into the building...oh great....

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It didn't take long for the whispers to reach them. Something about a fight. She took out her phone to piece together the rest of it. (Thanks twitter)

People here were so impulsive...then again could she really judge? She had not one, but two friends who got into trouble for fighting...mind you it was each other but still. Hopefully this one won't go viral.

“Should… should we start going home now?” he asked hesitantly.

The actual answer was a resounding yes. This party was headed downhill fast, and honestly probably wouldn't naturally last much longer anyways. However his next words were the very reason she didn't just say so.

“Wait, where’s Mercedes?”

There it was.

Look she loved the fact he was a caring friend, but her lack of care for all the people he seemed to care for made her want to roll her eyes constantly.

"Well I'm sure if we leave it wherever all the gifts probably are she'll get it. Especially since you've already given her the actual present." She shrugged wanting to leave this place the in the most polite way she could muster. Plus she was to short to see over the crowd of people where the blonde could have scurried off to.

He stopped to pull out the card and show her and admittedly...it was a nice looking card. She usually felt gift cards were tacky, but this one was pretty, and it even had the girls apparently favorite icon on it to show a personal touch. So it was a kind gesture and she nodded opening it up to see if anything special was inside.

The bookmark matched the card so at least everything was on theme. Overall, a thoughtful gift. Perhaps she'd appreciate it for that since it clearly wasn't expensive. She hoped she wasn't so much of a spoiled brat that things like this would go under the radar. The message was short and sweet rather then some long essay like rhetoric that the fancier looking cards tended to come with.

She was a bit surprised when he offered her his pen to sign along too. She'd dropped off her present for the engagement side of the party much earlier in the day before the party started since it was mostly for Jared as she wasn't close enough to know what things Val would like. Plus she'd been a bitch recently, so she didn't care.

But that did mean she'd shown up empty handed and with nothing for the birthday girl. She didn't mind it, since she really didn't care much for the girl or most of the company she kept. Still it was a kind gesture, so she took the pen anyways and contemplated what to write allowing him time to call his aunt.

To bad she didn't have anything to say, let alone any well wishes. She could stick to just happy birthday she supposed? This was also why she hated cards. It was seen as too inconsiderate to let the card do all the talking. She certainly didn't wanna just tag her name at the end of Matty's, then she'd think she helped pick out the gifts. They were sweet, so Stella by no means wanted to take that credit from him.

'Cheers to 17! - Stella B.'

There, short, simple, and honest because the girl could use that drink she flaunted on Instagram.

She turned once she was done writing back to Matty hoping he was still on the phone, "Hey do you think your aunt would drop me off too? I'll pay her for the extra gas, I don't feel like Ubering back." she explained. It was late and she didn't feel like the wait or the extra amount of cash it'd take...she really needed to get a license.

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Willow had put on one of her shortest skirts in preparation for the fair. She was determined to sleep with Rafi - she knew he was into her, and she was into him too. It was time for her to strip his innocence away from him. She tucked a sandwich-sized baggie with two tabs of ecstasy inside of her boot, resting neatly against her shin. It was the love drug, after all. She'd do whatever it took to get him out of his pants and into hers in a heartbeat. But her mood was soured when she received a text from none other than Teddy. She had forgotten all about meeting up with him at the fair.

She quickly fired a text back to Teddy before admiring herself in the mirror. Her tight sweater clung to her skin, lining her curves perfectly. She looked hot, and she knew it. Teddy would be drooling over her (but nothing would happen with him), and Rafi would be getting to see what was underneath, if her plan worked in her favor. Willow pulled her hair into a ponytail (for indecent purposes, of course) before grabbing her keys and heading out the door.

It didn't take long for Willow to make it to the fair, though parking was a hassle. Seems like the whole damn town had shown up to this thing. After finding a parking spot (which was way too far from the actual fair), she made her way over to where Teddy was, a grimace on her face. "Let's make this as quick as possible." Willow muttered, crossing her arms as she stood in front of Teddy. She wasn't exactly thrilled with seeing Teddy. As far as she was concerned, he could go to hell. Why did he have to mess around with Juliette motherfucking Jameson? She was public enemy number one in Willow's eyes. Why Teddy wanted to see Willow today instead of JJ was beyond her.

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Reuben had paced the length of his apartment forty-three times in twenty minutes.

Francesca lay in her bed, watching her owner helplessly as he racked his mind for any fathomable possibility of a redeeming idea.

Twitter was a stupid fucking place, filled with sniping, hormonal teenagers and pathetic drug-addled morons either pestering for sex or some other bullshit. It was definitely not the ideal medium for finding out a past brief, albeit memorable, one-night-stand was with child.

Yes, Caitlin was pregnant.

Yes, it seemed Reuben was the father.

It was all perfectly shit.

He had gone from floating on a yacht in the Maldives to head-first down the Mariana Trench without so much as an oxygen tank. Life as he knew it was over. He could handle the pissed off brother, the weird Bible-bashing parents, the knowledge that he actually got a girl pregnant – but the concept of having an actual child, an actual live infant, a son or daughter that would be his to raise for the rest of his Earthly life – that was where Reuben fell out of balance.

Cait was on her way over. Reuben continued pacing, intermittently sucking his bottom lip or chewing his nails. He didn’t even know how to approach the situation. How do you approach a situation like this? Maybe he was thinking too much. Cait was the one carrying the baby. Literally, she had to carry the physical burden of what was essentially his fuck up. At least tell me you wore a condom said Tabs, her words ringing through his mind like an echo chamber. Had he? He couldn’t even think. He would have said yes, of course, obviously, but then the proverbial wouldn’t be hitting the fan. He was well and truly up the creek without a splinter of a paddle.

He thought of his own dad, and what a coward he had been. Made a happy life for more than ten years, then fucked off back to Europe when life got rocky.

Reuben would not do the same to his child – out of wedlock, unborn, pissed off family, whatever. He would not stoop to the same level as his father.

Two knocks rapped at his apartment door.

Caitlin.

She was at the forefront of this. He felt a wash of guilt at the thought of the situation she was now in. She was younger, still studying, even. He was sure she had plans of her own; a life set out ahead of her that didn’t contain this sudden surprise.

It was a fucker, and maybe his heart was getting the better of him, but he would not abandon her either. He was man enough to know when he had fucked up, and he certainly had a hand in this ordeal. She’d already made it clear there was no other option than to keep it, and who was he to argue? Fuck, he could be selfish; downright greedy at times, but Jesus, if he didn’t have humanity now, what sort of parent could he ever be?

Reuben rushed to the door, turning the lock in one hand, and pushing the handle with the other. Cait, much more composed than the last time they had encountered each other, stood with one hand anxiously fiddling with the other. She looked quiet, innocent. Was he going to be responsible for ruining this girl’s life?

“Cait -” he breathed exasperatedly, his shoulders relaxing a little as he registered her in front of him, the possibility of answers and solutions coming one step closer.

“Come in,” he paused, gulping almost cartoonishly, “are you alright? Do you, uh – do you want a drink or something? I’ve got some leftovers if you haven’t eaten…”

He let out a desperate laugh, shaking his head as he closed the door behind her. “Sorry, I’m just, y’know. Weird situation. Don’t really know what the protocol for this is -” he paused again, realising Frankie had lifted her head over in the corner. “Oh, sorry, I hope you don’t mind dogs. That’s Francesca – Frankie – by the way. She’s good, she might just come say hello, but if you’re not a fan then I can put her in the bedroom or something. Just, uh, let me know.”

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Cait felt like shit. She had been humiliated and humbled by having to go to the convenience store for a pregnancy test - and to make matters worse for her, she had seen Valerie fucking Flores while she was there. Things just couldn't get any worse for her. A long sigh escaped her lips as she unlocked the door to her and Elliott's shared apartment, getting startled by the sound of her mother's booming voice. "Caitlin Lucille, were you not going to tell your own mother about your pregnancy?" There, standing with crossed arms, was Marlene Palmer, her very own mother. Standing next to her was her oldest sister Anabel, who seemed reluctant to be there, and an angry Elliott.

Cait was stunned - floored, even. How did word travel so quickly? For all she knew, she wasn't even pregnant! Cait glanced between her mother, Anabel, and Elliott, at a complete loss for words. "Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to say something?" Marlene's shrill voice hurt Cait's ears. She had never seen her mother so angry before, but then again, none of her older siblings had been married yet, and grandchildren were out of the question too at this point. Cait had to come up with something - and fast. "Mom, I don't know if I'm pregnant. I just bought a test, okay? That's it." She took the test out of the plastic bag, crumpling the bag and throwing it in the trash can.

"You better not be pregnant. I expected this out of your brother, but not my Caitlin." Elliott frowned at their mother's implication, but stayed silent. Anabel decided that it was time to speak up herself. "Mom, stop getting yourself so worked up. Cait's careful in everything she does. I doubt she's actually pregnant." Anabel was the favorite in the family - she was the oldest, after all. "I would hope so. I don't want her bringing a cloud of shame to tarnish our sacred family name." Anabel and Marlene continued to fight as Cait went into the bathroom to take the test, locking the door behind her so that they wouldn't barge in to see the results.

The sound of their fighting continued as Cait took the test, doing what she needed to do before putting it on the edge of the sink, slinking against the door as she waited for the lines to develop. If she really was pregnant, things were about to take a turn she could never have expected. She was barely nineteen - how was she supposed to have a child? Maybe she was just overreacting. It was probably just stress, anyway. The time seemed to pass by so slowly. Cait kept checking her phone for the time - it should only take five minutes for the results to process, but it was taking so long, at least in Cait's eyes. Finally, the five minutes passed. She reached for the test, making sure it was in her hands good before she glanced down at the results. Two pink lines stared back at her. Cait's eyes welled with tears. She was pregnant.

The first thing she did was send a text to Reuben. He deserved to know, after all - he was the father.



After she had sent the message, she rose to her feet, making her way back into the living room, where her sister and her mother were still locked in a screaming match. They immediately stopped when they saw Cait. She didn't have to say anything - the positive test was all she had to say for herself. Elliott was the first to speak, a fit of rage coming into view. "You whore!" This made Cait cry even more. "You're not helping, El!" Anabel shouted. Marlene pursed her lips, appearing as if she were in deep thought. Finally, she spoke up. "You're going to tell your father yourself. And I expect to meet the father. I'm not going to have a grandchild out of wedlock, either. You convince that street rat to marry you, you hear me? I'm aiming for an October wedding so that the pictures look nice. Nobody wants to see wedding pictures where the bride's big and pregnant."

"Mom! You can't tell her that!" Anabel exclaimed, starting another screaming match. Cait couldn't deal with this right now - she needed to see Reuben as soon as she could. Luckily for her, a text notification from Reuben lit up her phone screen.



He had no idea. How was she supposed to tell him such a life-changing thing? Uh, hey, dude, you remember that time we had sex a while back? Yeah, well, you knocked me up. Congrats, daddy! Cait had no idea of how she could honestly open a conversation about this. What if Reuben didn't want a kid? What if he refused to marry her? The shame of being unmarried with a kid weighed heavily on her. Why would she be the one to fuck up so badly? If Elliott would have gotten some random girl pregnant, she was sure that their parents wouldn't be as disapproving as they were with her situation. Hell, even if Anabel got knocked up like this, they wouldn't push her to marry the father. But she was the baby - and she was having a baby of her own! She quickly shot him a text back, trying to stop crying long enough to get a word in during the family argument.




But of course she couldn't stop the tears from falling. There was so much on her mind right now. She wasn't even sure that she wanted kids. How could this have happened to her? Of course she was on the pill, but apparently it had failed her at the worst possible time. Cait wasn't sure that she wanted to continue her college education, and living with Elliott was a pain she could live without...now she was having a baby. She'd have to care for another life besides her own for the first time in her own life.



I'm pregnant, you idiot. It's what she wanted to say. But she didn't - that would be petty on her part. She was just as guilty as he was of rolling around in the sheets. But if she had known what she knew now back then, she wouldn't have slept with Reuben at all. He didn't deserve to be tied to her for life.




"Caitlin, are you even listening?" Marlene roared, snapping her daughter back to reality. "Can you pay attention for just one minute? You're carrying my grandchild, you know." All three pairs of eyes were on Cait, who floundered under the pressure. "I can't do this right now." She slipped out of the apartment, checking her phone for another message.





She was grateful that he had texted her back. She couldn't tell him this news over the phone, or through text - something this big needed to be said in person. She hoped that he wouldn't scream at her like everyone else had been doing. Cait got into her car, sending him a quick text back before starting for Reuben's place. But before she could make it over to his apartment, she had an idea - going to the clinic. A doctor couldn't be wrong.



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Cait had sobbed all the way to Reuben's. When she finally made it, she hesitated to go in, instead sitting in her car and checking Twitter. This made her cry even more. Elliott had fucking outed her. Now Reuben definitely knew about this. She wiped her tears, wanting to look as professional as possible before heading in. Two short knocks were all she gave as she fidgeted in front of his door. It felt like an eternity before Reuben finally came to the door. "Cait."

The sight of Reuben alone just broke her down back into a fit of tears. “Come in, are you alright? Do you, uh – do you want a drink or something? I’ve got some leftovers if you haven’t eaten…” Cait couldn't speak. All she could do was shake her head no as she quietly entered his apartment. Reuben began to laugh, which didn't help the tears flowing down her cheeks. “Sorry, I’m just, y’know. Weird situation. Don’t really know what the protocol for this is." She avoided eye contact with Reuben as his eyes drifted over to his dog. “Oh, sorry, I hope you don’t mind dogs. That’s Francesca – Frankie – by the way. She’s good, she might just come say hello, but if you’re not a fan then I can put her in the bedroom or something. Just, uh, let me know.”

"No, no, that's good - I don't mind." were the first words out of Cait's mouth. "And I just want to let you know that I'm sorry. I'm really not here to trap you into anything, it was just a one time thing..." Her words were cut off by more sobbing. She couldn't help but cry in a time like this. "I went to the walk-in. Turns out, I'm a few weeks along. My mom knows, Elliott knows...everyone knows. What are we going to do, Reuben?"

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Liv had no idea why she thought that being upfront with Carmen was a good idea. They’ve never really seen eye-to-eye and as much as Liv attempted to her her friend, those attempts were often… looked down upon.

“Maybe you’re just… projecting whatever you’re going through onto others. I mean, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” she muttered, swallowing and crossing her arms, Liv’s gaze avoiding Carmen’s while she continued to taunt her in the most passive aggressive way.

She wasn’t a fighter by any means. Though when it came down to being belittled and having be talked down to, Livanna always wanted to stick up for herself.

“It’s just… you were the only one who used the studio besides us…” She trailed off and Carmen continued without another beat or Liv’s pathetic attempt at an explanation.

Liv would rather apologize for the arguments in general even if she knew she was right. She hated confrontation, she hated anything that ended up with conflict. It was a heavy flaw and Evie, Tabitha– maybe even Maggie wouldn’t let her forget it.

Mainly Evie.

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“I’m sure you don’t need any more stress. It would suck if you ended up back in rehab, I mean it would be really damaging…”

“No, I…”

”It would be really damaging…”

Carmen’s words echoed through her mind over and over. The rest of her co-worker’s voice was drowned out completely, it was as if she’d seen Carmen’s lips moving but nothing but the past was being dwelled on.

“Do you know how fucking difficult you are?!”

“You never mean to do anything! The breakups, the songs, the OD. Somehow it’s just always a fuckup for me to clean up.”

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Her fists clenched and her nails digged so far into her palms, the twinge of pain and the sudden physical contact were the only two things that brought her out of the torturous trance she fell in.

She almost pulled her hand away from Maggie entirely before realizing.

Livanna blinked a few times and glanced everywhere Carmen wasn’t– Magnolia had dragged her out of the studio and the door shut behind them, leaving the two outside in the AC controlled hallway.

Despite the cool air, Liv was finding it difficult to control her breathing– and her attention.

“I–I’m sorry,” Liv released her grasp from Maggie’s, her thumb brushing over her wrist and her gaze continued to bounce, only landing on her friend not longer than a second or two at a time. “I… really thought that maybe…” She needed fresh air.

She needed space.

She needed…

Liv didn’t know what she needed.

“I’ll… um… I’m just– I’m sorry.” Before Maggie had the chance to stop her, Livanna was already halfway down the hallway, desperate to make distance from the other girl– and the potential conflict that was inevitable.

She shouldn’t have confronted Carmen at all, much less like that.

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The brunette rounded the corner and opened the door to an empty meeting room. She pressed her back against the cold wooden door. A deep breath in and throughout her nose continuously. “You’re fine,” She spoke once, twice, until it became an unintelligible string of mumbles.

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Strobe lights of white, pink, green and blue flashed around the club. Waiters and waitresses passed by them in short and revealing costumes, carrying trays of champagne, drinks, and buckets of ice they continued to serve to the tables around them.

She was more than fine.

Liv had left the studio early and made plans with Mikaela, her friend she was told to cut off thanks to AA. Staying away from the people who dabbled in substances– or substance “abuse” in their words were the type of people you needed to stay away from if you intended to keep sober.

Livanna fully intended to stay sober tonight.

She just hadn’t expected to make a few white lies that ended up in her blocking most of the people she cared about on twitter in some pathetic attempt to be “free” for a night. In hindsight it probably wasn’t the best choice.

But Liv wasn’t the greatest decision maker. She wasn’t dependable. She wasn’t trustworthy– not enough to be alone for a night it seemed.

Liv was incapable of being “serious” and the second she had tried, it was cause for commotion and worry.

Deo had gotten her and Mikaela into his father’s club, the club he wasn’t allowed into for reasons he didn’t disclose other than something about a punishment. Liv didn’t know much about him– she just knew that despite barely knowing him… he probably trusted her more than her closest friends at this point.

The music was so loud that she felt the vibrations on the dance floor and she could remember what it felt like when she swore she could’ve felt the music in her body, the sense of complete calm and serene despite her heart pounding against her ribcage, the unforgettable thrill of electricity that shot up through her stomach to her chest whenever she’d make eye contact with the first person that caught her eye.

The heaviness of her eyelids yet the completely restless attitude.

Livanna danced with… she didn’t know his name, she was sure he had yelled it over the music but she wasn’t even listening– nor did she care to. (she wasn’t official yet, so forgive her Toni for this part.) Liv's back was pressed against his chest and she grinded against him along with the beat of the music and his hands found his way to her hips.

"You're so hot," He muttered, leaning down to whisper in her ear. It wasn’t close, not at all– but it was familiar to the sense of euphoria she would’ve gotten three months ago.

"You too," She replied, almost completely emotionless, her arm trailing up to caress the back of his neck and he took that as a sign to start placing kisses against hers. (look away Antonio)

She wasn't into it.

Not even when she turned around and he pressed his lips against hers.

It was familiar, sure, but she was still completely sober, and still completely on edge.

Yet, she returned the kiss anyway.

The text messages continued to come in, but not all of them were from Liam. She ignored most of them-- ignoring those messages was much easier than ignoring the crowd of people that surrounded both her and the attractive stranger that was fueling only a fraction of what she was craving.

"Have you ever done it on molly?"

It was only when the boy she was dancing with whispered in her ear, tempting her to follow him somewhere a bit quieter when guilt started to set in– and she tried to ignore it wholeheartedly.

Lydia was… somewhere around Liv was sure, Mikaela had wandered off, and Liv had taken the opportunity to give in to temptation.

…

Again, she wasn’t the best decision maker.

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He looked unemployed.

But Lucky, not a very apt descriptor if they were basing it on appearance. Was that supposed to be his shtick? From the sullen manner in which he sipped his coffee, he appeared a walking lump of irony. "Lucky? Were you a stripper or something?" But Benji caught himself, his eyes jumping out of their sockets. "Wait, how old are you?"

It was getting comfortably warm, right on cue for an early summer's day. Soon, it would be just slightly hot enough to complain about and, when the time came, the two of them were in the very worst place for it. Not to mention the hot coffee this guy was downing like it would be his last. "Why are any of us here?" he replied lamely, eliciting an immediately incredulous laugh from Benji.

"Good answer. But no good story started by shouting, 'Circumstance!' like Yahtzee." He clicked the pen he was holding, twirling it between his fingers. They were unusually deft, and he always liked to attribute it to all of the spliffs he'd rolled. Or knife tricks. Whatever girls at parties liked most. "Unless you're a big fan of Sarte, but you don't seem the type."

There was an involuntary tug at the corner of his lips, raising it into a wry grin. God, he was so superficial, and he got off on it, too. Most customers didn't have the sense or the attentiveness to ascertain that. This guy, though, his eyes were watchful. His type wasn't hard to come by. Tight-lipped and reserved, but ever so scrupulous. Those kinds of people could never truly stop listening, even if they wanted to.

And as Lucky went on, Benji's smile grew every inch more broad. "Aren't we all hiding something?" he countered, checking his shoulder, "Interesting is a bit of a stretch when your competition is an old mortician and a family of six, friend." If he was trying to be conceited, then boy was he up against the wrong guy.

And before the guy got any more ideas, Benji was off to the back.

Not a minute later, he returned to the floor, this time covered by a big, beige coat. His hand was in his pocket, grazing against something cubical. He stopped at Lucky's table, then slid the check in front of him alongside, peculiarly, a cigarette. He met the boy's gaze, piercing him with an intense scrutiny.

"There's a light out back waiting for you," Benji spoke quietly, brandishing a lighter the shade of AJ's favorite bubblegum. It gleamed brilliantly under the diner's light fixtures, and while there was assuredly a cosmic symbolism in the sickly pink smoking accessory, it was entirely lost.

Wasting no time on his break, the secretly-smiling drug dealer turned on his heel and poked his head into the kitchen, shouting something unintelligible before slinking out the back door. He made one last glance back to the corner booth, daring, goading him. Lucky, the coffee-drinker, the sarcastic asshole of the day. His guest.

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Reuben was taken aback by Cait’s sobbing. Maybe he wished he could be so fucking open.

He didn’t know what to do – or say – to quell her crying.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothed, putting a gentle hand on the back of her shoulders, “we’ll figure this out, it’ll be alright. C’mon, let’s go sit down.”

Reuben walked her to the couch, a long L-shape covered in various throws and quilts. They took a seat, Reuben barely perching on the edge of the cushion. He was putting on a good performance: the confident gentleman, comforting the distressed girl. He leaned out, pulling the box of tissues towards them from the other side of the coffee table. Reuben took one, passing it sympathetically to Cait.

He sighed, hesitating a moment, one hand anxiously squeezing his cheeks and his mouth.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do. I don’t know right now.”

He shifted, turning to face Cait. Her cheeks were red and sodden with tears, her eyes bloodshot and bleary. He felt an immense sense of guilt.

“You shouldn’t apologise. It’s not your fault. I don’t think you were out to trap me, it’s just one of those… things. I wasn’t over the moon about finding out online, but I’ve been here long enough to realise that’s how most things happen in this town.”

There was so much he wanted to say, but really didn’t know how.

“But I’m not mad, I’m not… I’m just surprised, I guess. Obviously neither of us saw this coming. I guess we just need to figure some things out, first.”

He knew what he needed to ask. He already knew the answers, but he had to be clear.

“We need to be on the same page. So we’re just going to have to be honest, right? So… uh – you’re definitely keeping the baby? I’m not saying you shouldn’t, not at all, I just need to understand exactly what is happening right now. I just want you to know – well, I guess we don’t know each other that well - but I’m going to do right by you, whatever you decide.”

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Cait knew she looked like a total crazy person compared to Reuben right now. But how could she not think about their current situation without crying? “Hey, hey, hey, we’ll figure this out, it’ll be alright. C’mon, let’s go sit down.” Reuben's touch was comforting to her as he lead her over to his couch. At least he wasn't an emotional mess like she was. He handed her a tissue, which Cait gratefully accepted. She wiped the tears from her eyes, dabbing her eyes with the tissue in her hand. “I don’t know what we’re going to do. I don’t know right now.” At least they were on the same page about this.

Before Cait had the chance to speak, Reuben continued what he had to say. “You shouldn’t apologize. It’s not your fault. I don’t think you were out to trap me, it’s just one of those… things. I wasn’t over the moon about finding out online, but I’ve been here long enough to realize that’s how most things happen in this town.” Cait felt bad that Reuben hadn't found out from her. This was all Elliott's fault. She had planned on telling him in person, as it was the right thing to do, but of course, her big brother had other plans for her. "I was going to tell you in person, but Elliott beat me to it." Elliott was still pissed - he had been blowing up her phone with angry texts and voicemails ever since she had left, calling her all sorts of names all over this. Cait never claimed to be perfect, but apparently Elliott had thought she was. What a silly thing to believe. Nobody was truly perfect.

Cait focused her eyes on Reuben as he spoke up once more. “But I’m not mad, I’m not… I’m just surprised, I guess. Obviously neither of us saw this coming. I guess we just need to figure some things out, first.” She was visibly relieved at his lack of anger. Anger was something she had expected out of him - after all, her mother and Elliott were. It would have been only fitting for Reuben to be as well. But he wasn't, and for that, Cait was thankful. They obviously had to discuss their options, or rather, lack of -- Cait didn't know how to bring up their probable marriage (thanks to her mother, of course).

“We need to be on the same page. So we’re just going to have to be honest, right? So… uh – you’re definitely keeping the baby? I’m not saying you shouldn’t, not at all, I just need to understand exactly what is happening right now. I just want you to know – well, I guess we don’t know each other that well - but I’m going to do right by you, whatever you decide.” Cait was glad that Reuben wasn't pushing for her to terminate her pregnancy, because, truth be told, she couldn't go through with it, even if she really wanted to. And besides, everyone would know that she had gotten an abortion, considering that the whole town knew that she was with child.

"You said we should be honest, right? Well, here goes..." Cait took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm definitely keeping the baby...our baby. On top of that, and I know you're not going to like this, my mother's pushing for us to get married. You can take that issue up with her - I don't want to fight with her right now. I don't care either way, as long as I'll have some sort of support from your end." Cait's tone was blunt, but she kind of had to be for this matter. "I have an OBGYN appointment scheduled for next Tuesday. I'd appreciate it if you came with me. It's the least you can do." Cait felt sick to her stomach. This whole situation was a mess.

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Of course his date with Raven was canceled. Why wouldn’t it? Not like he finally wanted something genuinely good to happen in his life for once.

He may have understood Raven’s reason for canceling their date, but he couldn’t help himself from feeling disappointed, mainly at himself—for spending days believing nothing possibly could get in the way in such a short time, for feeling what could’ve been a rare bit of hope...

Deo felt tempted to convince her not to cancel their date. Maybe even argue with her. He nearly did. Most 3-year-olds won’t remember going to a summer fair with a family friend. Hell, this kid’s grumpy sperm donor should’ve been the one hanging out with his kid instead of his next lay.

Look at him feeling jealous of a toddler for stealing his date. Somehow it annoyed him more than when he saw Raven flirt with one of her exes on social media. Absurd, he knew. But it wasn’t something easy like jealousy bothering him the most, and he didn’t know what it was called.

You have your own life too, Deo wanted to tell her in their messages. But he deleted that sentence.

Arguing with Raven Rivera wouldn’t end well. She can be stubborn about certain things and sometimes snarky, which Deo kinda found hot for some reason but not when her snark was aimed at him.

Doesn’t matter… They could always reschedule their date, right? Just figure out when they were free again. As long as bargain-brand Oscar the Grouch kept it in his pants and look after his own kid—but Deo wouldn’t hope or expect too much for that to happen very often. At least he would just be more prepared to be less disappointed next time.

Now that his date was canceled, Deo had a whole free day.

Except he didn’t know what to do with it.

Deo had cleared and rearranged his whole schedule on the day of the county fair, before Raven called off their date. All of his friends and acquaintances were busy, and… well, Deo didn’t have many friends that weren’t cats, dogs, snakes, or anyone who didn’t make him feel like smashing their faces in with a hockey stick or sledgehammer.

He didn’t want to stay in his empty, semi-renovated Victorian house the entire day. If he did, he would’ve finished smoking almost two packs by nightfall. He was trying to limit himself to less than two smokes per day, and he ran out of his favorite snack that helped ease his cravings last night.

After their date was canceled, Deo messaged the guy who had been teaching him how to print T-shirts for the last few days, asked if that volunteer spot was still open (it was), and here he was at the fair. Instead of walking around and playing skee ball with the woman he really liked, Deo was selling 10-dollar T-shirts and hoodies, and other prints that weren’t available on the racks or table in the thick binder. How exciting.

Most of the print designs were generic at best, from animals to retro logos to cheesy phrases, like this one grey T-shirt saying in bold letters I JUST WANNA HAVE ABS-(olutely everything on the buffet line). There were a few designs he liked, including two of his own he’d submitted last week because he’s biased—on the tank top he was currently wearing, a stylized hand-shaped tree with owls that he’d made for a school art showcase in junior year, re-edited a little recently with a few new lines and color tone, and could only be picked from the binder for delivery; and a simple piece inspired by the Danse Macabre.

Deo’s temporary employer was hesitant to sell the latter at the fair, concerned that the somewhat-dark theme would disturb most of the citizens’ certain strict views regarding such things and get the stand shut down. Didn’t mind his tree hand that subtly alluded to a Hand of Glory, though. Go figure.

Still, Deo managed to convince him to print the ritual dancing skeletons on a dozen black T-shirts. Don’t ask how.

There wasn’t much for him to do. He mostly sat behind a table, unboxed some boxes, and made sure nobody stole from the display. So far, he caught two dumb punks trying to pilfer some ramen sea monster shirts and scared them away in seconds by severely scolding them and warning them that he’ll grab the hammer from the high striker game nearby and “test” his strength on their knees if they didn’t drop the shirts and leave. Deo wouldn’t actually do it, or use the hammer. (Probably.)

But now, Deo was sitting behind another table next to the booth display, having a peaceful break. He bought a bag of five powdered beignets from a food truck, ate three so far, with an iced coffee (with milk, no sugar). His pocket sketchbook lay open in front of him. With his ballpoint pen, he drew an impressionistic portrait of a German Shepherd with one floppy ear that sat beside its owner fifteen feet across from Deo’s spot, stroking quick simple lines for the silhouette and dark fur.

When he looked up from his sketchbook, instead of the adorable large puppy he was sketching, Deo saw a personified headache. Sometimes the autocorrect on his phone accidentally spells her name as “Linda”. Sometimes.

“Sorry, we don’t sell a shirt that says you’re A Snobby, Gossip-Shitting Prick. Now piss off,” he said coolly, his overall tone dry like Death Valley in the current summer.

He didn’t want to deal with a preppy bitch who couldn’t find something better to do than stop by a custom T-shirt booth that she most likely had no intention of buying anything from. If Lydia was friends with a bitch like Val and act like a bitch to Raven and his friends, then Deo wanted nothing to do with her.

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Marriage.

She was talking about marriage.

Reuben’s executive functions seemed to suddenly cease.

A baby was one thing. Marriage? That was the end of the line. Any hope of building an actual fulfilling life was quickly, and all at once, being snatched away. God, he barely knew the girl, now they were talking about getting married? Goddamn these fucking archaic, Bible-bashing cult fucking freak parents. Her mother sounded like the fucking antichrist.

And yet, what could he do? Sit here on his high horse, tell her no? Kick her out? Have the whole town know that not only did he get a 19 year old pregnant, but also declined to take any responsibility and left her to deal with the whole shitshow on her own? Fuck. He didn’t need anyone else on his case. People were starting to know way more about him than he was ever comfortable with. It started with Lydia, then there was Benji, Jade, Tabitha, Mason… the mask was slipping. This could be the straw that broke the camel’s back; one scandal too many. He needed to avoid creating any more undue interest in him or his affairs, accidental or otherwise.

He thought on it some more.

A marriage of convenience.

Maybe it could be convenient for the both of them.

What was one more performance in a life already full of them? He had the façade of a noble profession – what if he solidified his position as a respectable man even further, with a wife and child? Yeah, he fucked up, got her pregnant out of wedlock, but he was righting his wrong and making a stable relationship out of it, supporting his new family. He wasn’t an asshole; he would have supported Cait and the baby regardless, but maybe this was an extra step to making sure everyone else knew it.

Maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Cait wasn’t in love with him. Reuben wasn’t in love with her. This wasn’t a situation of unrequited love, or him bending to her will; neither wanted this. It would get them out of a heap of mess: it would save her from her family, and him from just about every other person in Newcastle. He could give Cait the support she needed; take ownership and accountability for his actions.

He could have the opportunity to be the father that his never was.

The stiffness that had built up in his body loosened slightly. He looked at Cait, his expression calm.

“Okay,” he nodded, “I understand. I’ll be there for you, and the baby, I swear. I'm not... ignorant to the role I had in this. I want to be present. I mean, Christ, if I'm having a child, then I want to be there to raise it.”

Reuben exhaled a shaky sigh, leaning back into the couch.

“Marriage, huh? That’s a big one. You’d do that? If it meant keeping your mom off your back? You don’t think it’s a bit too late? I mean, what would that look like? It's going to need some amount of plausibility... I'm not sure just five minutes of signing the papers in the courthouse is really going to convince anyone that we're serious. If we're doing this - really, actually doing this - then our options of half-assing anything have gone out the window."

Reuben looked away, scratching his head, before returning his focus back to Cait.

"If you're having my child, I want it to have security. I want it to know it's mom and dad. I don't want to be some absent fucking placeholder. It's a fucked up situation, I get that, but we could come to some... arrangement. You could move in. We can do this together. I'm not going to let you deal with this alone."

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Reuben fell silent after Cait had finished speaking. This wasn't a good sign in her eyes. She knew that asking him to marry her was a difficult thing to do - and it wasn't even on her behalf. She hadn't been asked to be tied down at nineteen, but yet, here she was, knocked up and potentially about to be wed. Cait fiddled with the hem of her skirt, avoiding eye contact as Reuben thought things over. It felt like an eternity, sitting in complete silence, but finally, Reuben spoke up. She glanced over at him as he began to speak. “Okay, I understand. I’ll be there for you, and the baby, I swear. I'm not... ignorant to the role I had in this. I want to be present. I mean, Christ, if I'm having a child, then I want to be there to raise it.”

Cait let out a breath she hadn't even realized she had been holding. This was a relief to hear. At least she'd have Reuben's support if anything else, especially after Elliott's harsh insults earlier. She wouldn't have to rely on her big brother for her unborn child after all. And even if Reuben didn't want anything to do with her and their child, she knew that she could stay with her oldest sister Anabel, who wouldn't judge her like Elliott or her mother would. But she wouldn't have to resort to that. Reuben would be there for both Cait and the baby.

Speaking of Reuben, he sank back into the couch with a long sigh. “Marriage, huh? That’s a big one. You’d do that? If it meant keeping your mom off your back? You don’t think it’s a bit too late? I mean, what would that look like? It's going to need some amount of plausibility... I'm not sure just five minutes of signing the papers in the courthouse is really going to convince anyone that we're serious. If we're doing this - really, actually doing this - then our options of half-assing anything have gone out the window." Reuben had some valid points. Luckily, she had some of the answers that he was looking for, because if anything, Marlene Palmer always told everyone exactly what she wanted to happen. "If you're having my child, I want it to have security. I want it to know its mom and dad. I don't want to be some absent fucking placeholder. It's a fucked up situation, I get that, but we could come to some... arrangement. You could move in. We can do this together. I'm not going to let you deal with this alone."

Cait began to cry again, but this time, they were tears of relief. "She's forcing me into it. She's already planning us to get married in October, and you know it's going to be a big thing. Don't worry about having to pay for anything, she's got it all covered. Weddings are her thing. She wants me to get married before I start to really show - she said that nobody wants to see wedding pictures where the bride's big and pregnant." Did Cait want to get married to Reuben? No - she didn't love him, and he didn't love her. But Marlene was persistent upon it; otherwise, she'd be disowned. "We can move in together too. I'd rather live anywhere else than with Elliott right now." Elliott's true colors were showing now that she was pregnant, and she didn't like it. "Let's just get married and get it over with. After the baby comes, if you want to get a divorce, I won't stop you. But I've already got a lot on my plate as it is, and I don't want my mom to be part of that."

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