Realistic or Modern 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈.

[constellation]

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[div class=name]renée chesney.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=tag]MOOD.[/div] "what the heck am i doing." [div class=tag]LOCATION.[/div] inside the rv [div class=tag]OUTFIT.[/div] i'm being

lowkey

[div class=tag]INTERACTIONS.[/div] dante [div class=tag]TAGS.[/div] sereiin[/div]

[div class=post]Being with Dante felt nothing like being in prison, but Renee had no plans to let him know that anytime soon. It was already evident that he knew so by his retort, which Renee had chosen to ignore. The last thing that she wanted to do was feed into his ego and start any more commotions on the bus than needed. Part of her wanted to hold back on the attitude just a little knowing that everything was being recorded and to show that she and Dante could be the sane couple, yet at the same time, she couldn’t help it. Seeing Dante and his annoyingly attractive smirk irked her. She was lucky her parents never bothered to watch TV shows as such. ”Yeah, sure,” she murmured, giving a small nod as she reached into the bag to grab a couple of notes. The first note that she read had her eyes go a little wide as she looked up at the other contestants, trying to guess who it could be about, before turning her focus back onto Dante. ”It says… this person almost got into bed with another person on the bus that isn’t their ex.” Now, Renee wasn’t one to judge but there was really only so many options to go for. Could she really see Phoebe sleeping with Myles? Not really, but Myles on the other hand… maybe. He was pretty confident and charming, she was sure that a lot of girls might have fallen for him before. Yet again, there was also Will and Ensley… who definitely seemed more of a compatible pairing than Myles and Phoebe. Unless somebody was bisexual, then that’s where it got complicated. Giving up, she shook her head and handed the note to Dante, ”I honestly have no idea. I don’t want to seem judgemental by picking, you choose.” Looking down at another slip in her hand, she scanned over the words before letting out a small groan. This person has had fourteen one night stands since their break-up. Renee really had no choice about being judgemental, these small pieces of information were really stepping out of all of their personal space and if she wanted to win money, then she was going to have to choose. ”This task really is ridiculous,” she spoke, letting out a small half-hearted laugh as she glimpsed over at Dante. ”I’m just going to say it… I think this one is Will’s, he is pretty hot after all.” Sure, Myles was attractive but Will, for some odd reason, Renee could definitely picture him having slept with a lot of girls and he may or may not have seemed like the type to want to rebound after a break-up. [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #ffc0cb; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #ffc0cb; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #ff284d; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]

 

[yousmelldead]

[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 850px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/ikCtqRa.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 448px; height: 314px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 448px; height: 314px; left: 373px; top: 131px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 120px; height: 125px; font-size: 10px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 120px; height: 125px; left: 210px; top: 350px; [/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Phoebe was seeing red. Not that pretty almost coral red either--no it was fire engine red.

The brunette stared angrily at the male in the small Honda beside her, his cocky grin only causing her anger to bubble in her chest. Her lips parted once again while she inched farther out of the window only to come face to face with a rather annoyed William. "Damnit.", she cursed under her breathe as she narrowed her eyes at the handsome fella before her. Why did he have to come in and ruin her almost beat down with the Honda driver? Anger turned quickly into embarrassment as Will covered his hands over her chest before she quickly swatted at his hand. "Don't you dare!" Phoebe groaned as she pulled her shirt up and moved her small frame into the passenger seat of the van.

Would she ever admit to how incredibly attractive Will was while he defended her? Absolutely not but it was completely truthful. Phoebe settled into her new seat, sighing softly as she waited patiently for Will to get back into the van himself. Her bright eyes followed his own blue ones as they checked over her seatbelt before the van roared back to life. "I was doing just fine. It's not my fault that guy wanted to be a jerk." Phoebe retorted quickly back to the slightly heated blonde who was now driving the van with ease as if he had done it a million times.

Stepping foot onto the van was going to be either a blessing or a curse. This had been the first time that feisty Phoebe had come out since she had been dating Jake and she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about this side of her coming out again. The tasks, crap! Phoebe leaned down, grabbing the small bag with their names on it before she emptied the notes onto her lap. Strategy was always her biggest strength, so if she placed the notes in one by one with whom they thought it matched was going to work better in her opinion. "Okay, for the first one.", her fingers worked on unfolding the note before she tilted her head to get a better view of the words inside, "This person didn't tell their parents they were going on the road trip." Phoebe placed the little note on the dashboard before grabbing the pen from the cupholder. "Renee, she seems to fit the daddy's girl role."

Writing Renee's name on the note, Phoebe placed the piece of paper into the bag before unfolding the next note. "This person almost got into bed with another person on the bus that isn't their ex." Staring at the words, Phoebe read the note aloud one more time before turning in her seat to stare at the two other couples working on their own bags. "Wow this is going to be incredibly awkward for whoever did this." The brunette placed the note on the dashboard as she tried to match the two who the note spoke of. "Renee doesn't seem like that type...", she hummed softly to herself before turning to eye the four again, "Dante said he was in jail..." Renee and Dante were a couple at one point so that cancels them out. Phoebe was damn sure she didn't go off with Myles at any point. Oh my god.

"You have a thing for blondes. I totally get it now. You're a pig Will." Samantha was blonde. Ensley is blonde. Will is blonde. Was this trip over yet?

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mood. wow the balls of some people.
location. on the road
outfit. here
mentions. will, renee, myles, dante, ens
tags. constellation sereiin

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[yousmelldead]

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Myles couldn't help the small laugh leave his slightly chapped lips as he moved his gaze back to Ensley who was now grabbing at one of the notes in the bag. Will was not in the drivers seat which had put everyone at ease for sure. The brunette leaned his back into the cushion of the seat before crossing one of his legs lazily over the other as he felt the nudge on his ribs. He took the small piece of paper from Ensley's grasp before quickly reading the words written on it. A pilot. "Well, Phoebe is out on this one." He couldn't help the grin growing on his face as he eyed Ensley for a moment before moving his gaze to Renee and Dante. Renee didn't seem like the flying type and Dante had just gotten out of jail. "Will.", he spoke quickly before writing the man's name on the paper and tossing it into the small bag.

Myles reached into the bag as he unfolded his legs so he could scoot closer to Ensley. His kneecap brushed hers gently as he retrieved another note from inside. "Okay, oh nice this one is good." Myles opened the note wider so Ensley would be able to get a better look before he turned his gaze to Renee and Dante. "This person has a horrible relationship with his exes parents." Unfortunately this question could honestly be any one of the six in the van. Correction--one of the five considering that Myles had yet to meet a girls parents who did not like him. "Dante went to jail, so that is a good reason for a parent not to like someone their child is dating." The brunette tapped his fingers against his knee for a moment before he moved his gaze over to Phoebe and Will. Phoebe seemed a little crazy, maybe Will's parents didn't like her?

"I think this could go to everyone."

Myles moved his gaze back to Ensley before setting the note on the side. They could always go back to that one, it was never good to stop on one that was unsolvable. "This person's ex's mother knows about their significant other and they responded yes to the rsvp invite." Staring at the note Myles couldn't help but press his free hand over his mouth so he could refrain himself from laughing. These people really needed some help.

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mood. these people need help
location.on the road
outfit. here
mentions. ens, renee, phoebe, will, dante
tags. sereiin constellation

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[sereiin]

coded by sereiin

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With William in the driver's seat now, everyone seemed to relax slightly, able to go back to the notes they held and try to figure out what note belonged to who. As Myles took the first slip of paper from her, Ensley watched curiously, though said nothing as he read it and tried to figure out the answer. There was definitely a reason people had hated being in group projects with her back in university; sometimes she had a tendency to sit back and let others take the reins, especially if she got it in her head that she was too stupid to do a good job of whatever was required of her. Right now, she definitely didn't think she had the brains to figure any of this out. Of course, she was likely better at it than everyone else considering how judgemental she could be.

As her ex agreed that Phoebe couldn't possibly be a pilot, Ens smirked and nodded her agreement before noticing him write out Will's name on the paper. "Oh, that's probably right," she mumbled back, figuring that was the most logical answer. She really couldn't picture anyone else trying to become a pilot, truth be told.

The next note was pulled out and Ensley made to read it before feeling Myles scoot closer to her, his knee brushing hers. It shouldn't have made her breath catch in her throat, but it totally did. Fuck, she thought to herself, trying to swallow down the awkwardness she felt building within her. Why did she have to go and fuck up their relationship by cheating on him again? As her grandma would have said, she was just young and stupid.

Thankfully Myles was reading the next note before the blonde girl could get too caught up in her thoughts and this one was much juicier than the first. "Well that's awkward," she commented with a smirk, her eyes flickering around the van as she tried to figure out who this note belonged to. "Maybe Dante," she suggested, figuring if he'd gone to jail and wasn't actually lying abut that, then Renée's parents would have had plenty of reason to hate him. It only made sense, right?

Myles set the note aside and Ens watched as he grabbed another, reading it out loud once the paper was smoothed out for him to read the letters. As the words sunk in, the girl let out a laugh, amusement clear on her features. "Jesus, that's so fucked up!" She commented rather loudly, smirking. "Okay, who's stupid enough to talk to their ex's parents behind their back?" She mused, eyeing the others in deep thought.

Renée was definitely out of the picture on that one and she guessed so was Will. She didn't think he was engaged to anyone, nor did she think Dante was either. Which only left Phoebe. Ensley suddenly remembered the man who had come by with the brunette just before they'd loaded onto the bus. Eyes widening, she turned to Myles and poked his side. "It's Phoebe," she told him, a gleam in her eye as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to imagine ever inviting her ex's parents to her wedding with another man. How fucked up was that?[/div][/div] [div class=moodcontainer][div class=mood] mood: "we all need therapy."[/div][/div] [div class=locationcontainer][div class=location] location: inside the rv.[/div][/div] [div class=mentionscontainer][div class=mentions] mentions + tags: everyone ( yousmelldead constellation ).[/div][/div] [/div]

 

[sereiin]

coded by sereiin

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As the note was handed over to him, Dante took it with ease, smirking at his ex's words. "Pretty sure this whole game is meant to be about being judgemental," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders before glancing around the van once more. This one was tough, but he knew they at least needed to guess. Otherwise they would literally have zero chances of scoring any money. Like Wayne Gretzky said, you missed one hundred percent of the shots you didn't take, right? Chuckling to himself, Dante grabbed the pen from the bag and jotted down his answer. Myles and Phoebe.

Eight minutes later, it seemed like everyone was done looking around at each other judgementally and were now more or less just sitting there awkwardly and praying this whole thing would be over. When Dante noticed, he and Renée in the same boat, he smirked. "Okay, pretty sure we're all done here," he announced, receiving nods to confirm he was right.

Satisfied, the dark haired man pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the iPad on the table, figuring it would have a hint as to what they needed to do next. Sure enough, when he tapped on the 'home' button, it brought up a new message. Opening it, he read it over. "If you thought that was awkward, wait until the next step. Each couple must take turns filling in their answers and submitting them to us via text. Once completed, we'll send back the results and correct answers. Good luck!" He read aloud so the others could hear, feeling a sudden apprehension wash over him.

Dante was naturally outgoing and not reserved by any means, but based on the notes he'd read about the others, he was suddenly worried about what had been said about himself. Was it as bad as everyone else's? He hoped not. Swallowing thickly, he turned to Renée, taking the notes from her so he could type up their answers into the text box. After finishing, he hit send and passed it off to Ensley and Myles so they could do the same.

The iPad went from them to Phoebe and once she had done her and Will's answers, Dante stepped forward to take the tablet back from her, smirking all the while. "Well, hopefully none of us got burned too badly with this," he joked, moving back to the couch to sit down beside Renée. Just as he sat down, another ping sounded from the iPad. Holding it out to his ex, he quirked a brow. "Want the honours, babe?"

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[constellation]

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[div class=name]renée chesney.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=tag]MOOD.[/div] "...awkward." [div class=tag]LOCATION.[/div] inside the rv [div class=tag]OUTFIT.[/div] i'm being

lowkey

[div class=tag]INTERACTIONS.[/div] dante, will +
ensley, myles, phoebe [div class=tag]TAGS.[/div] sereiin + smelly[/div]

[div class=post]Being judgemental was never Renee’s fort. So, when Dante had told her that was exactly was this task was all about, she tried to refrain from giving her brutally honest opinion. Some of the things she had read or heard were absolutely ridiculous. I mean, whose mother would even consider going to their child’s ex-girlfriend or boyfriend’s wedding. And let’s not even talk about the fact that somebody had gotten themselves into a relationship just for money and sex. She had to admit that she felt a little anxious not knowing what three things were said about her, and for a split moment or two, every bad thing she had ever done came to her mind. Relief washed over the blonde as they finished the task, watching Dante read out the next announcement from the iPad, and it wasn’t until then that any relief Renee once felt, had disappeared into the abyss in just a matter of seconds. ”I wonder what they wrote about us,” she murmured, to nobody in particular, but also to Dante at the same time as he filled in their answers. The iPad went round, from Ensley and Myles to Phoebe and Will before it finally reached her and Dante again. The sudden ping that came from the iPad made Renee’s heart sink as Dante offered for her to read the results. Nodding her head, Renee grabbed the device hesitantly, her eyes glaring at the message notification before she finally opened it. She sat in silence, her eyes scanning over the words, almost forgetting for a moment that she was supposed to be reading out the answers to the rest. But, it was one part of the message that caught Renee’s attention, a small tight-lipped smile forming at her lips before she looked back up at Dante. ”We won,” was the first thing that she could say, her smile now turning into a toothy grin, because yes, she felt amazing right now. ”We all won some money, but we, Dante and I, get a bonus for getting the most right.” With that, Renee slowly began to read out loud, making sure that Will and Phoebe could hear, explaining what it was that they got right and wrong. Even Renee herself found some of the correct answers shocking, especially the ones as personal as knowing about Will’s mother having cancer or the fact that Phoebe herself was in a “loveless” relationship. At this point, she wasn’t even sure if they were correct or not. Maybe the producers were trying to stir drama between them all? ”And the last one… Phoebe was rushed to the ER after her breakup with Will.” The closer Renee got to finish reading the sentence, her words came out much slower, and her blue eyes took a small glimpse at the brunette that sat in the passenger seat. Renee was sure that this was the last thing that Phoebe, along with the little fact about her “loveless” relationship, wanted to be said in public. Especially, in front of her ex-boyfriend of all people. If it was vice versa, Renee wouldn’t even know how to feel. The RV filled with silence for a moment and Renee took the opportunity to set the iPad back down on the table, her eyes awkwardly drifting towards Dante. "I bet you wished you had died in that avalanche now," she joked in an attempt to lighten up the mood. The small facts about Dante were luckily nothing new to Renee's ears, and she couldn’t help feeling a little… grateful that her facts weren’t as juicy as the others.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #ffc0cb; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #ffc0cb; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #ff284d; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]

 

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[div class=name]will jenkins.[/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=tag]MOOD.[/div] "information overload." [div class=tag]LOCATION.[/div] drivers seat of rv [div class=tag]OUTFIT.[/div] just arrived from the

airport

[div class=tag]INTERACTIONS.[/div] phoebe [div class=tag]TAGS.[/div] smelly + sereiin[/div]

[div class=post]Phoebe was doing anything but fine, she could barely control the damn vehicle, and yet Will was not about to admit that to her face after the little fiasco with the man in the Honda. He could almost hear the relief coming from the others in the back, confirming that it was, in fact, a good thing for him to have taken over. Meanwhile, he could practically smell the raging smoke coming from Phoebe. Instead, Will chose to go along with her by nodding his head and agreeing, his focus on the road as he heard the shuffling of papers coming from beside him. Out of curiosity, he glanced over to see what actually was in the bag, his eyebrow-raising as Phoebe began to proceed reading through the notes, one by one. The two discussed amongst themselves, laughing at how ridiculous some of them were but also, Will had to admit that he was a little curious as to what the producers had written for his notes. They weren’t overly bad, but… some of them were just a little too personal and they were bound to cause tension between the couples. Having had to admit to Phoebe that yes, Will and Ensley did end up in the same bed, but nothing had gone down, was incredibly hard for Will. Especially, with their current past and history, he was positive she wasn’t going to take his word for it and so instead, he attempted to change the conversation after and managed to succeed. It definitely was a slap in the face for him, and a huge reminder that Will was nothing compared to the everything sat in the seat next to him. But, it was a long time ago, and it took him a while to even recognise why Ensley looked so familiar, meaning that whatever had happened was clearly not that important. Eventually, they had managed to fly through all the notes, and once Phoebe had inputted their answers into the iPad, Will waited patiently, yet anxiously to hear the results. He didn’t want to make it obvious that he was a little nervous, so he kept his cool as Renee began to read out the results. Some of them were incredibly shocking to hear, and he was glad that Will and Phoebe’s were left till last. The one mention of Will and Ensley almost sleeping together was surely going to get on Phoebe’s nerves and Will couldn’t refrain from looking over to see her reaction, but he opted to stay quiet instead to let Renee finish reading of the rest. The silence was incredibly deafening but throughout Will’s mind, he had a lot of unanswered questions running through that he so desperately wanted to ask Phoebe. For starters, why the hell had she invited his mother to her wedding? That was messed up on another level, especially after the way they broke up. Was his mother even going to tell him? Was this just Phoebe's revenge on him? He had to give it to her, it definitely sucked ass and kicked him right in the guts. Fuck, it had barely even been long and Will had just discovered Phoebe even had a fiancé, so hearing that his mother knew made him feel betrayed. Will tried his best to show no negative reaction on his face, and even despite how cheated on he felt right now from his mother, he couldn’t help but think back to when the jackass had told Phoebe he loved her, but all she could respond with was ‘me too’. So, his hypothesis might have been right, after all. That small little detail made him feel good. Did Phoebe really love that waste of space? It wasn’t in Will’s place to know or ask really, but he wanted to find out. Sadly, it wasn’t the time and place. He was more worried over the fact that what he had done to her had sent her to the ER. ”I didn’t know you were rushed to the ER after what happened,” Will finally spoke, his voice full of concern and seriousness, even although Phoebe was sat right next to him, all healthy and in her glory. Was it too late to apologise? "Why didn't you call me? Or tell me?" Because you're a dumb fuck, obviously. Why would she?[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #aec6cf; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #aec6cf; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #557f90; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]

 

[yousmelldead]

[class=pheebs] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 700px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/YYu9wOE.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 278px; height: 286px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Avenir ; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 278px; height: 286px; left: 385px; top: 122px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 114px; height: 122px; font-size: 10px; font-family: Avenir ; text-align: center; line-height: 16px; color: #fff; padding: 8px; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 114px; height: 122px; left: 24px; top: 138px; [/class][class=tag] position: relative; display: inline; width: auto; height: auto; margin-right: 2px; color: #94C3C4; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 0px; text-decoration: none; letter-spacing: 1px;[/class] [div class=pheebs] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] The producers of the show clearly knew what they were doing. The air in the RV was thick, think enough to just about fog up the windows of the moving vehicle. The brunette couldn't hold back her aggravation in her tone as she continued with the notes. Thankfully they had gotten through the rest of them pretty quickly especially after the one about Ensley and Will having a night together. The notes about the other couples were bad enough so she was extremely nervous to hear what the ones on herself and Will were.

"This is one of the worst games I have ever played." Phoebe huffed out as she sent in both her and Will's answers on the Ipad before moving it back to Renee. Games were supposed to be fun especially when there was money involved, unfortunately this was not that kind of game. This was the game that was going to set the mood going forward and Phoebe wouldn't be surprised if there was a fight involved. The brunette turned slightly in the seat until she could get a better view of Ensley sitting beside Myles. Possibly two fights.

The silence in the RV was maddening and it only lifted slightly from the ping coming from the small device in Renee's hands. Phoebe held in a breathe as she turned her gaze to Will's for a moment before she pressed her body as far as she could into the passenger seat. Maybe they shouldn't even say the results? Yeah, that was probably best. However, Renee's voice has drifted through the quiet RV and before anyone could stop her she had been reading off the questions with their correct answers.

Phoebe pressed her head back into the seat as she stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to look anyone in the face as the questions kept coming. Renee was probably the best one to have read them off because if Phoebe had to she would have tossed the stupid device out the window. Between Myles and his fourteen partner sexcapade to Renee's hair dying for retaliation, things were becoming a little crazy.

It wasn't long before Phoebe and Will's statements had be read off and she could feel her chest tightening by every word spoken. Will now knew that both his mother and her had kept in contact and that she was going to her wedding. Will also knew that her relationship with Jake wasn't all rainbows and butterflies. The last statement sunk the small girl farther into her seat as she moved her gaze out the window. Crap, that lovely hospital visit.

"I didn't have a chance to eat breakfast that morning." Phoebe responded quickly to Will's voice before she regained her composure and sat up in the seat. "My blood sugar dipped down too low." Her blue eyes met his own for a moment before she crossed her hands over her chest in annoyance. "I would have rather died in a diabetic coma than have called you. I'm sure you were too busy having breakfast with Samantha anyway." Her blood pressure rose with her words as she stood up from the passenger seat and moved behind the seat to get a better look at Ensley.

"And you, I knew right off the bat that you were the one to jump in bed with Will." Phoebe's eyes narrowed at the other blonde as she turned to look at Myles for a moment before her gaze moved over to Renee and Dante. "As far as I'm concerned Renee and Dante are the only ones on this bus besides myself that aren't cheating fucks."

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"where's the bridge?"
[div class=tag]outfit.[/div]
here
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passenger seat
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the whole gang ( constellation sereiin )

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[yousmelldead]

[class=myles] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 700px; height: 500px; background: url(https://imgur.com/tViF6bE.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 278px; height: 286px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Avenir ; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 278px; height: 286px; left: 385px; top: 122px; [/class][class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 114px; height: 122px; font-size: 10px; font-family: Avenir ; text-align: center; line-height: 16px; color: #fff; padding: 8px; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 114px; height: 122px; left: 24px; top: 138px; [/class][class=tag] position: relative; display: inline; width: auto; height: auto; margin-right: 2px; color: #7a8083; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 0px; text-decoration: none; letter-spacing: 1px;[/class] [div class=myles] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] "Excuse me, but I am under the non-cheating fuck category."

Myles hand was held high in the air at Phoebe's rather angry declaration of who was the scumb on the bus. He was actually pretty hurt that he had made it in that category and he didn't even do anything wrong. He was the one that had found the love of his life on top of another man as if he was a stallion needing to be tamed. It was not the other way around.

Myles turned to Ensley for a moment before he pressed his bottom to the edge of the seat, his hands coming together in an attempt to calm himself. So everyone knew he had a alcohol problem--no one is perfect. However, they also now knew that he had gotten around after Ensley had ripped his heart out----again no one is perfect. And well, he also didn't finish school. The brunette couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as he stood from his seat to run his hands through his hair. Compared to the rest, he didn't see anything really wrong with what he was called out for.

"Why does it not surprise me that you got into a relationship for money?" Myles turned on his heel until he was facing Ensley once again. Sure he knew what she was capable of but she had stooped to the prostitution low. "Not only that but you obviously didn't do it correctly because you're living in your parents basement." The brunette shook his head lightly before making his way to the kitchen area of the rv. When his nerves acted up he always resorted to food and it was truly a wonder he wasn't four hundred pounds.

Myles grabbed a small bag of chips before moving back to his spot on the couch beside Ensley. He tore the bag open and placed one of the salty snacks on his tongue as he moved his gaze back to an incredibly pissed off Phoebe. He wasn't sure who would win in a fist fight between the two. Ensley had more height on Phoebe and he knew that she could hold her own....but something about the little spitfire of a brunette made Myles a little wary.

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"where's the popcorn?"
[div class=tag]outfit.[/div]
here
[div class=tag]location.[/div]
in the rv
[div class=tag]mentions.[/div]
everyone on the rv ( constellation sereiin )

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[sereiin]

coded by sereiin

[class=ensley] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 500px; height: 350px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/Rd4oyys.png); border-radius: 15px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 246px; height: 250px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 246px; height: 269px; left: 36px; top: 37px; [/class] [class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 207px; [/class] [class=location] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=locationcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 247px; [/class] [class=mentions] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=mentionscontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 287px; [/class] [div class=ensley] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Ensley used to be confident in herself. She'd never had an issue holding her chin up high and taking whatever came her way without flinching. But since losing Myles and having her world thrown upside down, that had changed. And now she was sitting here in the RV hating that some of her secrets had just been tossed out into the open for everyone to hear. She was going to be judged, if the rest of the couples weren't already judging her for cheating on Myles in the first place. She was sure they were.

Sure enough, hardly a minute after the secrets had been revealed, Phoebe stood up and rounded the passenger seat to glare at her. The words she spoke had Ensley bristling instantly, her own eyes narrowing. "At least I'm not a judgemental bitch who invited my ex's mother to my wedding," she spat back, getting to her feet and taking a threatening step forward only for Dante to reach out and grab her arm. Ens tossed him an icy look for that, but let him keep her from laying hands on Phoebe. She knew she would regret it anyways. There was no point getting into a physical fight over this.

Then again... The moment Myles opened his mouth, Ensley felt another flare of anger rise up within her, making her clench her hands into fists at her sides. Would it really be too soon to start throwing hands? Because she desperately wanted to right now. Turning to face her ex, she frowned at him in a mixture of annoyance and fury. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, okay? Which you supposedly know about if you slept with fourteen girls after we broke up. What, were you that desperate to find one who was even half as good as me in bed?"

Ensley watched as the brunette got up and ventured back to the kitchen to grab a bag of chips, irritation prickling her veins. How long was this going to go on between them all? Would they always be at each other's throats for shit they'd done in the past? She hoped not; she wouldn't survive if that was going to be the case.

Despite her anger still bubbling beneath the surface, the blonde girl forced herself to contain it and instead sat back down on the couch, Myles joining her again only moments later. With a scowl on her face, she briefly glanced up to Phoebe, who looked just as angry, before looking away again. If she and Phoebe were going to be at odds this entire road trip, she was not going to be happy. It was already exhausting enough to be dealing with Myles, who still despised her for cheating on him. Not that she blamed him for that; it was only fair given what she'd done to him. But still.

As she sat there, though, a particular thought continued to linger in her mind. "You're addicted to alcohol?" Ensley asked the question quietly, her eyes sliding over to where Myles sat beside her. She couldn't help wondering when his addiction may have started. Was it a result of her and the breakup they'd gone through? If it was, she knew she'd feel like a total piece of shit for being responsible for that.

[/div][/div] [div class=moodcontainer][div class=mood] mood: "i wish i could punch them right now."[/div][/div] [div class=locationcontainer][div class=location] location: inside the rv.[/div][/div] [div class=mentionscontainer][div class=mentions] mentions + tags: myles + phoebe ( yousmelldead constellation ).[/div][/div] [/div]

 

[sereiin]

coded by sereiin

[class=dante] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 500px; height: 350px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/BSlRg4w.png); border-radius: 15px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 246px; height: 250px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 246px; height: 269px; left: 36px; top: 37px; [/class] [class=mood] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=moodcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 207px; [/class] [class=location] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=locationcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 247px; [/class] [class=mentions] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 116px; height: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: left; [/class][class=mentionscontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 116px; height: 25px; left: 335px; top: 287px; [/class] [div class=dante] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] If there was one good thing that had come out of this challenge, it was that he and Renée had won some money. More money than the others, too. Dante was thrilled about that part and it more than satisfied his competitive side, but it still did little to erase the building tension forming in the van. He could feel it coming off in waves from everyone, but especially Phoebe and Will when the two got themselves into a quiet, heated argument in the front seats. Glancing down at Renée, who was still sitting beside him, he gave a slow shake of his head and smirked. "Yeah, somehow dying in that avalanche would have been a lot better than this," he agreed with a low laugh.

Truthfully, Dante was relieved as fuck that both his secrets and Renée's had been nothing too crazy. All of his were things she'd already known prior to this and her own weren't anything heartbreaking or shocking. Of course, he was definitely surprised by the fact that she hadn't told her parents she was coming or that she'd dyed her hair to get back at them for something they'd done to her.

No sooner had he said that did Phoebe rise from her seat and launch an argument right at Ensley. As the blonde retaliated, Dante found himself groaning loudly and quickly pushing himself to his feet. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm to hold her back from a potential fist fight with Phoebe, knowing none of them needed that right now. It'd hardly been even two hours on this van and they were already threatening to basically kill each other. Thankfully Ensley backed down, allowing Dante to remove his hand and plop down beside his own ex again. "We're so fucked," he commented with a heavy sigh, his eyes finding hers. There was still an underlying tension between them, but at least their secrets hadn't made it worse.

The rest of the drive was filled with a mixture of uncomfortable conversation and tension, broken up here and there by silence when they got too bored to keep talking. To Dante, it felt like they were never going to make it to San Francisco, but finally the city came into view. As they whizzed past the 'Welcome to San Francisco' sign, the young man let out a whoop and shot up from his seat on the couch. "Fucking finally!" He cheered, relieved to have made it to their destination.

He was sure that if it had taken any longer, the group of them would have been about ready to off themselves. Not only that, but he was getting hangry, too. It was just about dinner time and at this point, he needed a seven course meal. Sitting down beside Renée again, he shot her a brief look. "What're we doing for dinner?" He questioned her, as if she knew the answers to everything on this trip. It wasn't his fault that he was impatient or lacked the ability to sit still for a five hour drive. Dante was practically a little kid in a grown man's body still; some things just hadn't changed from when he'd been dating Renée and that was surely one of them.

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[div class=post]When Phoebe explained why she’d ended up in the hospital the day they broke up, Will felt… a little relieved, really. For a minute or two, he’d completely forgotten that Phoebe was diabetic, but honestly, it had been years since the two had spoken so he needed a reminder on these things. That didn’t mean that he didn’t feel guilty, because he did. That whole argument was always going to make him feel guilty. He honestly convinced himself for a split second that he might have broken her heart, because believe it or not, that was actually possible. The so-called guilt he felt for about five minutes evaporated though, as soon as the brunette decided to mention Samantha again. Little did she know, that not long after Phoebe ran out of his dorm room, Will kicked Samantha out literally seconds after. The smirk on Samantha’s annoying face, thinking that she had managed to win whatever “fight” the two had going on was just… irritating, and he wanted nothing to do with her. Sadly, kicking her out didn’t mean that he had managed to cut her off forever, because the girl continued to bother him whatever chance she could – in public, on social media, over text. She was that infuriating virus on his laptop that he just couldn’t get rid of. ”I didn’t have breakfast with Samantha,” he grumbled, knowing well that by breakfast, she was referring to something else. But as Phoebe got out of her seat, making a beeline towards the back to cause World War 3, Will kept his eyes on the road, hoping to space out whatever she had to say. Don’t get him wrong, as much as he absolutely adored Phoebe, she definitely got under his skin at times. This was one of those times. Her insinuating that Ensley had slept with him made his eyes roll, and he wanted to comment, but with him sitting in the front, and the others in the back, what he had to say was irrelevant. He wanted to back Ensley up, tell her that the two hadn’t slept together, but the blonde clearly had her own as she called Phoebe a bitch for inviting his mother to her wedding… Did he agree? Just a little bit. That was pretty shallow of her. He glanced backwards for just a moment to see what was going on, and luckily Dante had managed to prevent any physical fights from happening. Will was sure if they weren’t in moving vehicle, Phoebe and Ensley would be at it like hyenas. He would have paid to see that, but considering the reason, he just wanted them both to quit arguing like little girls. Gracefully, all the arguing settled down and the whole ride to San Francisco was filled with small conversations, though a lot of the tension from previously remained. When Will spotted the ‘San Francisco’ sign, he was more than relieved to have finally arrived at the designated location, and thankfully, he managed to get there in the time frame given. That meant another three hundred dollars for him and Phoebe. Will glanced back for a moment, and before he could announce that they had arrived, Dante beat him to it. ”We’re here at last,” He called out to confirm, a small grin on his face. The mention of food also made him realise how hungry he was, his stomach grumbling loud enough for even Phoebe, who remained in the passenger seat, to hear. Will still hadn’t spoken to her about the new information they’d both learned to prevent any arguing, but he knew well, that as some point they were going to have to speak about it. Especially about his mother being invited to her damn wedding. ”I think we have to wait for them to message us?” Will suggested, wondering the same as Dante. He had no idea where the heck he was supposed to go from here, especially since he had never even been to San Francisco before. At that moment, the iPad once again beeped, letting the group know that their next instructions were ready.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=credit][/div][div class=credit2 style="display: none;"]code + design by constellation[/div] [class=credit]position: absolute; top: 10px; left: 10px; font-size: 15px; color: #aec6cf; transition: 1s;[/class] [class=credit2]position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 20px; max-width: 160px; margin: 15px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; font-weight: 500; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 25px 30px; color: #aec6cf; border: 1px solid #e2e2e2; background: white;[/class] [class name="credit" state="hover"]cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/6fb38fc5e97353c67e3fc3a2e2b29bf9/tumblr_inline_ol4nwisGdu1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; color: #557f90; transitions: 1s;[/class] [script class=credit on=mouseenter]fadeIn 1000 credit2[/script][script class=credit on=mouseleave]fadeOut 1000 credit2[/script]