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Graham Byrne



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And then suddenly, the mirth drained from Grahamโ€™s eyes as a large void seemed to replace it. A terrified void that was engulfing him. A cold sweeping down from his head to his toes and freezing his dead heart. There was a sway on his feet as his brain started moving through her words, one second where he felt the world completely become weightless before he settled back onto his feet.

She wanted to leave

She wanted to walk out into the storm

He needed to help her

He needed to-

โ€œYou donโ€™t want to do that.โ€ He said, the joking tone immediately dropping. Though, his eyes werenโ€™t actually focusing on her. They werenโ€™t really focusing much on anything. They were suddenly just full of possibilities and worries about everything that could possibly go wrong at this very moment. โ€œThereโ€™s a storm out right now.โ€

โ€Feck the storm, Graham. I want to go outside. Are you with me or not?โ€

But this wasnโ€™t Ireland.

This wasnโ€™t Ireland and he wasnโ€™t trying to talk his best friend out of an awful idea. He was talking to a girl thatโ€ฆ that wanted to make the same exact mistake as she did.

โ€œWhere are you going to go? We canโ€™tโ€ฆ just walk into a hurricane - thatโ€™s how you die.โ€ And you canโ€™t die again.

But there was something to her stare. Something that told him that no matter what he said, she was going to leave, and it was just a question of whether or not he was going to shelter her from the storm or not.

They were getting closer to the hall. And Graham stopped her before she entered

โ€œIโ€ฆ Okay. Okay.โ€ He rubbed his face. An awful idea was springing into motion now. An awful awful idea. โ€œOkay. I have a plan. Just wait here for a second.โ€

And then Graham rubbed his face again, the terrified worrying melting away back into that charismatic empty-headed nature. He stepped back two paces and then with a very loud bang and a snap kick, he kicked the door open.

โ€œHELLO. GOD IS DEAD AND WE HAVE KILLED HIM.โ€ He declared upon entering now that heโ€™d gotten everyoneโ€™s attention. โ€œIโ€™m gay and Iโ€™ve been having some hot passionate anal sex with one of the clergy here - you investigate amongst yourselves who I did it with. Spoiler warning, I was on top and hoo boy was that man submissive. ALSO. You.โ€

And then he walked over and patted Max on the back. โ€œYouโ€™re coming with me. Weโ€™re going somewhere more friendly.โ€

Graham spelt out A-B-I. And then a point behind him. Hopefully Max would get the message that they were leaving that way.

โ€œAlright then, hope you sinners and blasphemers have a fecking good time with your leaking roof. That totally isnโ€™t a sign from God or anything that you all fucked up. Bye!โ€

And then Graham turned around and left the congregation once more, returning to Abi.

โ€œ... Okay so I donโ€™t think Iโ€™m allowed to be here anymore. Letโ€™s go.โ€






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There was a mention of not wanting to go out into the storm, but Abby knew there was no other place to go except out into it. Maybe she could convince her parents to let everyone come over, just until the rain died down some at least. They might not be too fond of her bringing over a 24 year old man, but her and Graham had grown pretty close in the short amount of time that they've known each other.

He asked her where she was going to go in the storm, and after thinking it over, she knew that there were no other options. "We can all go back to my place, it'll be safer there anyways." She gave him a reassuring smile, trying to calm his nerves about whatever was going on in his mind. "I drove here, I can drive back, it'll be just fine, I promise." The last two words hung in the air, Abigail never made a promise that she couldn't keep, so if it meant it took them an hour to drive fifteen minutes away, then so be it.

With a sigh of defeat, Graham mentions that he has a plan, and directs the girl to stay outside of the Kingdom Hall where Max and Josh still were. The only question she was was what the hell did this man have in mind? With a nod of her head, she stands back and pulls out her phone, calling up her parents, with nothing but the sound of the phone ringing in her ear, the loud bang of the giant kicking open the doors startled her.

Between trying to explain to her parents what was going on, and the sound of Graham speaking some outrageous nonsense, her mind began to get all jumbled up. She requested her father to hold on one second while she eavesdropped on what was going on, "โ€œYouโ€™re coming with me. Weโ€™re going somewhere more friendly.โ€ He must've been saying something to Max, which was more for the crowd considering the boy wouldn't be able to hear him anyways.

After she got the green light from her parents for the group to take shelter back at her house, Abigail turned back to the doors that had been kicked open, still standing slightly ajar, and watched Graham come out with Max in tow. "Well, that sounded... interesting. I'm sure they also agree in your decision of you not being able to come back." She chuckles slightly, knowing damn good and well that the whole congregation was sitting in shock at the moment.

Her arms get thrown around Max, she starts to verbally apologize, but then takes a step back and signs it, taking note in his flushed face and puffy eyes, "I don't know what happened, but I am so sorry that I left. We're getting out of here though, to my place." Her hands gently floating through the air, as if time was standing still. Somehow this began to feel like a rescue mission, which is basically was, just not like the ones you would see in the movies.

With one last look through the doors, she made eye contact with Josh, hoping and praying that he would be leaving the mass behind and joining them. The environment was heavy with toxicity and wasn't something that she wanted to leave Joshua behind in either, even if it was with his family. She signs to him quickly as to try and avoid the eyes of other patrons, "Are you coming?






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Max didn't know what to expect for a fraction of a second when Josh's hand closed around his arm and pulled him up out of his chair, the pair stumbling back a few paces. Max felt frozen, all the nerves in him shutting down any sensation except for the feeling of Josh's hand on his arm-- his fingers felt warm through Max's damp flannel sleeve, his grip strong enough to grab and drag Max from his chair but somehow gentle, supportive, and undeniably grounding.

They couldn't be friends. Josh said as much.
So why...?
Why would he come so close to someone he was supposed to reject outright?

Max could feel his heart pounding in his throat.
The last few tears he had to shed rolled to a stop at his cheekbones, and no more followed them.

In a foolish, hormonal move that he'd probably regret later, he turned his wrist to grab ahold of Josh's free hand, lacing their fingers together.

It seemed positively criminal to look Josh in the eyes at this moment, so Max turned his attention back to the disarray in the room.
Without warning, the drip from the ceiling had accelerated into a violent downpour. The water that leaked through the pipes and woodworking splattered so heavily onto the floor that Max could feel the vibrations it created under his feet.

To Max, this seemed like far more than just a kind gesture on Josh's part. It was a statement of faith, was it not? That in a moment when Joshua could have chosen to help his family and his church, leaving Max to get drenched in floodwater, Josh had instead chosen to stand in protective solidarity with a sinner.

It was a small thing, yes-- no one was in mortal danger, but Josh had still taken a side, in a way. And he'd sided with gay, Jewish, deaf Max.

Or maybe Max was just trying desperately in his head to make this deep and meaningful and Josh actually did hate him. But right now, the heartbroken teen just wanted to cling to whatever hopeful narrative his brain would allow him to create.

But before he could get very far into this, the doors shook and cracked open, and in strode Graham, in all his bare-chested and fiery-haired glory, It was like something out of a movie... it wouldn't have looked out of place if Graham was wielding a battleaxe.

The rest of the congregation erupted into a terrified fervor.

Max may never learn what exactly it was that Graham had said when he burst through the doors, some bold declaration on his lips, but Max watched as it instantly shocked the room into a stupor. Jaws dropped open, eyes bugged out, and the clamoring churchgoers one by one dropped the chairs they were dragging back to gawk in horror at the apparent salaciousness of whatever mortal sin had just come forth from Graham's lungs.

Max himself was dumbstruck by the scene when Graham came up to him and patted his shoulder, indicating Abby behind him. Max nearly melted with relief upon seeing his friend standing behind the giant.
"I don't know what happened, but I am so sorry that I left. We're getting out of here though, to my place." She said, words that almost healed the deep wounds of what he'd been through in her absence. Finally, they were leaving. They were safe to go home. "Great." Max's replies came from one hand, his other still clinging to Josh. "Are you okay, Abby? Is Graham okay? You sure?"

But somehow, Max found himself reluctant to let go of Josh. He untangled his fingers from the other boy, stepping back towards Abby and Graham, but didn't take his eyes off of Josh... and this time, it wasn't just because of his magnificently fitted pants.

Even if Josh's religion drove a hatchet into their friendship, Josh felt like a friend to Max.
Somehow, it didn't feel as though they'd never see each other again after this.




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She was flirting with him, that was for sure. Her eyes, her smile, this moment couldnโ€™t be more perfect.
Mateo sunk further into the beanbag when she fell next to him as he was trying his hardest to keep his eyes open and not slightly pass out.
Her laugh fell a little numb with all the noise coming from downstairs but her teasing voice next didnโ€™t go unnoticed.
โ€˜Where have I been? I think itโ€™s better to ask you that question.โ€™


Mateo put his hand on her knee but avoided eye contact, staring at the wall. A moment of comfortable silence filled the room.
โ€˜I was looking for you everywhere,โ€™ he mumbled with the smallest grin before turning to the black haired girl in front of him. Her lips so close yet so far away.
โ€˜I think we should kiss,โ€™ he added and pressed his lips finally on her, now gripping her knee a little tighter. Finally.

Deep down Mateo knew it wasn't fair to pull Kenzie into this mess but somehow she made the perfect victim and the more they kissed the better he started feeling about his little scheme. His eyes scanned the room as his lips kept moving, the pictures on the wall portraying an earlier Kenzie. Mateo also recognized Jimmy and Emmy even though they were a lot younger back then.
Mateo now scooted his hand a little up, looking into her eyes again to subtly ask for permission.

















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Kenzie smirked at him when he threw the question back at her "Ive been somewhere around here" she laughed her hands spreading out to motion around the house. She felt his hand rest on her knee and without thinking her body responded by turning slightly to face him. She noticed that he was looking around the room but she took no notice of it. She wasn't in love with Mateo but she couldn't deny that something in her the last few weeks had grown to like him and she definitely was falling with each conversation.

She couldn't explain it but it was like something had ended with her and Drew long before tonight. She knew he had been sleeping around, having had the privelage of hearing about it through mutual friends so she didn't feel too guilty about what might happen here.. sure he wasn't around also helped. Whilst she didn't know if she could deal with another person leaving her, a reason why she stayed with Drew so long, she allowed herself to think that maybe Mateo wouldn't, maybe he actually wanted her too.

Kenzie couldn't help but smirk at his forward words but before a sarcastic comment could leave her lips she felt his lips press against hers. All thoughts left her mind and she gave in as she kissed him back, allowing the impulse and emotions of the drugs she was in take over as her arms moved around him to hold the back of his neck.

She felt his hand move up her leg before he broke back from the kiss and her eyes fluttered open. She was too far gone in this sense to think rationally. The twinkle in her eye and the smirk on her lip would let Mateo have the permission that he seeked.











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When she sat down next to him, their eyes locked and Cooper felt weak looking at the gorgeous blonde. She had no reason to be this good looking and it was messing with his brain or well. . His heart.
She spoke softly but clear and he nodded slowly as she mentioned an agreement. He knew she didnโ€™t want to quit dancing but it was Cooperโ€™s hard demand of having any sort of relationship with her. He was already naturally very jealous so this was only making it worse.

โ€˜You want to come to an agreement?โ€™ He repeated her with a sigh, looking at the two very closed doors. โ€˜Maybe stop using drugs without me and quit your job. Thatโ€™s my agreement.โ€™
His words were sturdy and blunt as he avoided her eyes. Medusa, remember?

โ€˜I know you and I know you wouldnโ€™t keep seeing me if you didnโ€™t like me too.โ€™
His hands reached to his pockets again to fish out a pack of cigarettes, holding it before the blonde to offer one of the last two cigarettes. If this conversation went south, he already anticipated kicking the door in. Anything was better than awaiting an answer of a Garth.

Maybe they were better off single anyway. They definitely didn't bring the best out of each other or seemed to actually like the one or the other except for when they were in bed. It was this damn attraction that kept bringing them back together, someway or somehow. She just had not met the real Cooper yet and he wasn't sure if she would like him.

















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joshua jones



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Max didnโ€™t need to say it, but Joshua could see the tears starting to cease. Was it because Max was no longer โ€˜sadโ€™, or was it from the sheer thrill of everything happening around them? It most likely had been the latter, knowing that such a pang of sadness couldnโ€™t just heal so quickly. Observing his face, Joshuaโ€™s grip on the boyโ€™s arms began to loosen and drop slowly; after all, he wanted to show the boy that he was there to support him, but also, he wasnโ€™t sure if Max was ok with him holding his arm in such a manner. However, it seemed that such physical contact was ok for Max, as his hand found Joshuaโ€™s and laced through.

Hand in hand, someone struck a match in Joshuaโ€™s stomach. It started from the cold, pits and began to crackle away. With each passing second, while their hands were entwined, it was just kindling added to the growing blaze. It wasnโ€™t a feeling sourced by romantical pursuits or interest. But rather a feeling of being wanted even if it was for a split few minutes or seconds. He couldnโ€™t remember a time where he had felt this burning sensation before. He also couldnโ€™t remember a time where someone in his family had provided such warmth with a simple act of just holding hands. His parents frowned upon physical contact within the household; had his father ever held him in his arms? Had his mother ever cradle him to sleep after an episode of night terrors as a four-year-old? Quite honestlyโ€ฆ Joshua couldnโ€™t remember.

The sudden bang and burst of the tall, long-haired ginger Irish male startled not only Joshua but the rest of the congregation. There he stood, roaring with his thick, slurred accent, declaring such profanities against Jehovah before insisting his homosexual actions with a mysterious witness. Joshuaโ€™s eyes widened and his mouth began to fall agape as such words fell onto his ears. Never had he ever experienced such a scene within the walls of their Kingdom Hall. Graham approached Max, placing a hand onto his back and telling the boy weโ€™re going somewhere more friendly. He didnโ€™t mean for it, but a small frown and slight pouted lip found its way to Joshuaโ€™s face. Had he not been friendly to them? Was Graham trying to say that Joshua wasnโ€™t worth Maxโ€™s time because he had been unfriendly? In a way, it stung. His gaze moved from the Irish man to Maxโ€™s face in hopes of finding some sort of clarity that Graham wasnโ€™t talking about Joshua, the people pleaser.

Abby came, her arms wrapping Max up in a comforting, safe embrace as she began to apologise. And all Joshua could do was stand there and watch it all before them; Discussing how they were going to leave, and go to Abbyโ€™s house. How they could simply just uproot and leave the Kingdom Hall; leave the flood that was drowning them in religious trauma and head for high ground for unshackle any chains and find freedom. How Joshua wanted that. How he wanted to drop the chains that kept him tied here and leave. As Maxโ€™s hand left his own, it felt like someone had just released the pressure that had been building up. Someone finally taking out the knife after years of having it lodged within his torso.

It made him sick to his stomach.

Abby turned to look at Joshua, and asked that very important question; was he coming?

He could feel that nauseous, gut-wrenching feeling in the pits of his being again as he gazed around him. The witnesses around him were either rushing to capture the water flowing through now various leaking points of the roof, calling out towards Graham, telling him to repent and how he could change his ways or silently sitting there in deep prayer; the rapture was upon them, and they werenโ€™t wasting time. Amid all this chaos, Joshua turned back to look at Abby, the only source of calmness. As much as he wanted to say yes and leave - and he really wanted to - he knew that it was the worst thing to do at this moment. He knew that the congregation would speak, and his fatherโ€™s position as an elder would be questioned. That, no doubt, his father would probably lose his spot within the Kingdom Hall if his son went walking off with a raging homosexual, throwing around blasphemous words. That they would shun the Joneses for raising a son like Joshua. And when he returned home at the end of the day, he would have to face the wrath of his fatherโ€™s words and hits. Or even worse, there would be no home to return to.

As he stood there, looking at the only source of salvation, the feeling in his stomach only grew worse and escalated up to his chest. He didnโ€™t have the energy to pick his fingers to export what was bubbling up inside, so it showed on his face. Sadness. As much as he wanted to hide it, it was clear as day. His eyes glistened with potential tears as he attempted to pull them back. Words refused to form from his mouth as his throat tightened. So, instead, he mouthed them along with a sign in hopes that Abby would be able to see the words as he could not speak them.

โ€œI canโ€™tโ€






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Cooper speaks up about his side of the agreement that Silvana had mentioned, "Maybe stop using drugs without me and quit your job." She turns quickly towards the man and stares at him, he should know by now that she wasn't going to quit her job. That was her main source of income, and how she kept close with the Bratva. Shaking her head no, she speaks up, "You know I will not quit Peaches, but I will stop using without you." Her voice more understanding than it usually was, not wanting to start an argument in such a small space.

"I cannot leave the club, especially with the amount of clientele I have now, they are paying my bills." Silvana sighs, yes they were paying her bills, but she was barely getting by obviously, especially because she was still residing in the hotel. Tilting her head down towards her phone, she requests from Reuben to get them out of the elevator soon, it took a little back and forth and some bribing, but she managed to get him to agree.

Turning to Cooper once more, she speaks up again, "Maybe we can work it out when we are not stuck in an elevator, Bonilla said he would come rescue us." You could hear the sense of hope in her voice, peaking out behind her accent. He was right though, she did like him, but she just couldn't come to terms with leaving her current occupation.

She reaches her hand down and laces her fingers through his once again, a slight smile could be seen peeking through her hair that was covering part of her face. "You are the kindest man I have met since my last." Silvana mentions to Cooper, this time, genuinely, she meant what she had said. There was no sarcasm, no ulterior motive, just complete truth in her sentence. Her thumb rubs across his rough knuckles, trying to comfort him in the trying time that they were going through together.








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Graham Byrne



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Some people came with them in the mass exodus from the church. Some didnโ€™t. Some people tried grabbing him, trying to get him to repent. He wrenched arms and shoulders from their grasp.

โ€œIf ya touch me again, I will actually punch you.โ€ A simple threat. And the muscles spoke more than he ever could. They stopped.

They made it out to the storm.

The wind howling around them. Warmth and safety came in the two yellow lights of Abiโ€™s car. Because she had a father. And a mother. And parents that most likely cared way more for her than his own parents had her.

Did you know that the hottest stars burn blue?

But this wasnโ€™t the time for distractions and empty headed hushed whispers and in a desperate clamor for his humanity to be saved from the dark pit that always threatened to swallow him whole. It was a time for action, and ushering in children to safety as he blocked some of the wind and the rain with his body - a small part of him in relishing every sting that turned his skin from its soft pink to an angry red as that meant that it was one less sting to the children.

The wind was howling, and if Graham strained hard enough, he could hear the siren call.

Itโ€™d been so long since heโ€™d heard it. A moth to the flame, beckoning him ever closer to damnation. It had to have been back when he was a teenager, still in the throes of adolescent angst when heโ€™d last heard the cry.

It was always her. And it was always to save her from the storm. To give her shelter. And even though he knew that it wasnโ€™t there, that she was dead, that she couldnโ€™t have survivedโ€ฆ There was always that small dangerous little ember of hope that remained that maybe this time.

Maybe this time when he went running into the storm, heโ€™d find her again and everything would be right in the world and he could finally go home with his head held high because heโ€™d successfully done his duty in keeping her safe.

The pull, a magnetism that pulled him closer and closer in. Like gravity. Sheโ€™d had a gravity to her that he could never have escaped even if he wanted to. A true north.

He needed to go to her - or at least, the howling illusion of her.

He needed to go to her.

He needed to go to her.

He needed to go to her.

He needed to go to her.

He needed to go to her.

Graham had this far away look in his eyes. His head turned off into the sheets of rain and wind. Like he could hear something far away that nobody else could.

โ€œYou guys are good, yeah?โ€ He shouted over the wind. โ€œIโ€™m headed back to my place. Good luck you two!โ€

And before he could give them any time to pull him backโ€ฆ

Graham ran off into the hurricane.






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Reuben was out of sandbags. Having had enough interaction with Joplinโ€™s civilians for a whole career, heโ€™d dumped the last of them on the corner of Clyde and 14th, radioed the station to clock off, and sat back in his service vehicle on the otherwise empty street.

The rain continued to pound his windscreen, his headlights reflecting off the pooling water in the road. The trees lining the sidewalk shook wildly in the wind, shedding some leaves and twigs onto the ground below. Occasionally they would land on the roof of the car, making a quiet dink as they landed. Reuben pursed his lips. The day had been bad, and the night would be too, but it was still young.

He stayed sitting for another half an hour or so, smoking cigarettes, checking Twitter. It seemed there wasnโ€™t a single person not caught up in the storm in one way or another. Some of them had small, meaningless issues. Some of them were assholes whose inconveniences were a laugh. Most were very sensitive. Cooper Attenborough included.

Cooper had a stick up his ass because Reuben was taking some time thinking his deal over. Well, he was done thinking. He wanted a decent cut of the profit, and that much he had made clear. If Cooper took a day off being a prick and realised he would have to lose some to make some, the whole thing could over and done with by now. No, instead he let his burning fragilities be overcompensated with narcissism and unbelievable self-importance, leading to absolutely fuck all happening. Standard Cooper. All talk, no action.

It was funny though, because while Reuben smoked and listened to the radio, Attenborough was stuck in an elevator in one of the oldest and cheapest hotels on this side of Joplin, probably pining because he had no powder to shove up his nose. It would be fucking hilarious, but Silvana was in there too, and for her Reuben was softer. She was a pretty girl, attractive, blonde, normal โ€“ aside from the mafia. He could look past that. If anything, it appealed him more. There was something sexy about a girl like that. Fuck knows why she was hanging round with street scum like Attenborough.

Reuben would get them out eventually, for Silvโ€™s sake more than anyone, but for now he was having a bit of fun. Told them heโ€™d called the fire brigade off after some other dude had taken premature pity on them. He hadnโ€™t, but the fire department would be hours, and it was entertaining to watch Cooper squirm. He could stay put until Reuben was ready. He had another deal, this time on his terms.

He turned the ignition over and pulled off, no lights or sirens. This was a quiet piece of overtime. Personal hours. Personal business.

The front of the hotel was quiet โ€“ even the receptionist had left in wake of the weather. Reuben was the only one around who cared enough to know the two of them were in the elevator shaft, sat staring at the steel confines. Attenborough was putty in his hands.

Reuben stayed silent as he climbed the stairway and approached the elevator. The power was already shut off โ€“ looks like the receptionist had a little poke around before she up and left. He took the drop key from his pocket, inserted it into the access hole, and sighed before pulling the elevator doors apart.

He smirked as the couple peeked out at him.

โ€œAw,โ€ Reuben feigned, โ€œYou two look like shit. What did I say though, youโ€™re still alive.โ€

He extended a hand. โ€œLadies first.โ€

Silvana scooted out of the elevator, to whom Reuben drew his attention, checking her over and whatever else would piss Attenborough off a little more, leaving Cooper to free himself. Big man could handle it. Having to be rescued by a cop โ€“ and out of any of them, Reuben? Probably the worst embarrassment he would suffer this year.

The three of them trapsed down the stairs, Reuben still with a smug smile.

โ€œNow, Silvana, avert your eyes โ€“ I donโ€™t want your mafia friends getting wind of this.โ€ he said with a wink, opening the back door of the police car.

From under the passenger seat, Reuben produced a wrapped parcel, still sealed in an evidence bag.

He made a vague attempt to look around before he reappeared with it, reassured that the street was as barren as the rest of the city. He removed the sealed bag, shoved it in his pocket, and turned to show Cooper his trade.

โ€œHalf ounce of coke. You can make about a thousand dollars or so - or snort it all yourselves. Either way, Iโ€™ll take five fifty for it. The fifty because I had to come to your rescue.โ€ He paused, a wry smile forming on his lips as he looked at the package, then back at Cooper. โ€œThereโ€™s an ATM round the block. Not sure whether itโ€™ll be working or not, but you can go check. I can stay here and look after Silv. We havenโ€™t caught up in a while.โ€





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Dustin Thackery
All the best people have gone mad
Dustin breathed a sigh of relief at the text from Ashley, signaling she was alive and well. She and her family had taken refuge with Oliver, who was also alive and well. Well, he was alive. Dustin wasn't privy to what exactly went on at Oliver's home, but it always seemed like something was...off with his family. There were lots of little things, like all the times passing by Oli's apartment when he could hear his mother yelling angrily, or the way Oliver was always so jumpy and on edge. But he had to be wrong. Oliver's mom seemed so nice in person, almost TOO sweet. Dustin knew it was probably just his imagination, though he couldn't help but wonder sometimes.

The soft beeps and bloops of his phone keys as he typed out a response seemed to echo through the darkened apartment. Without the electronic hum of various devices and appliances in the background, it was eerily quiet. So quiet the that the unmistakable sound of a window opening down the hall made Dustin's heart stop for a moment. Someone was breaking in? SOMEONE WAS BREAKING IN.

The boy stood frozen in fear, unable to act. All he could think to do was grab little Chrissy and pull her towards him, holding the child in a death grip. "SHH," Dustin hissed as the little girl began to protest, ears perked as he listened to the strangers violating his mother's bedroom floor with their intrusive footsteps. He briefly thought about dragging Chrissy and making a run for it to get his little sister out of harm's way, then remembered Charlie getting changed in his room. He'd successfully rescued his friend from the flood, only for her to be murdered in the very safe haven he'd taken her to. Awesome.

Dustin was glancing around for some sort of makeshift weapon when the familiar sound of Ashley's bellowing voice rang out from down the hall. Sure enough the girl soon appeared, followed by a perturbed Oli still holding his ears at the noise. How such a small girl could scream so loud, Dustin still didn't know. But he once again heaved another sigh of relief, releasing Chrissy so she could run to Ashley and give her a hug.

"Oli!! The hell are you fuckers doing??" Dustin laughed, so relieved he followed Chrissy over and gave Oli a light, friendly punch in the arm. He knew the other boy didn't always welcome being attacked by hugs, and neither did Ashley, but she wasn't about to be spared. "Stupid dodo, what the hell??" He chuckled, grabbing the petite girl to lift her off the ground in an overzealous hug, swinging her around playfully. "Did I mention I'm glad you're not dead from the flood? Cuz I thought you were a murderer just now and almost shanked you!"

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In the dead of the night, the early hours what would have been an ordinary Sunday, a bright flash streaks over the Joplin skyline.

It doesn't take the locals long to investigate the strange sighting, and by the time daylight breaks, a call goes to the national news saying someone found a crater near the beach. Sure enough, a basketball-sized indentation in the earth's crust has mysteriously appeared overnight, instantly attracting gawkers, gumshoes, and conspiracy theorists. Believers and skeptics alike begin sending rumors flying around the city of alien presence, and religious pundits eagerly launch their diatribes sermons on the apocalypse they believe is bearing close upon us.

Meanwhile, school has just begun for the young people of Joplin. The first week of classes has just wrapped up, and many are already desperate to make the most of this weekend reprieve before the second week strikes. There's talk of some kind of rave happening near the crater... surely no one would be so stupid as to throw a rager on a Sunday, right before school in the morning...





Joplin News

"It's a sign": Local Jehovah's Witness officials claim recent meteorite strike is a harbinger of the apocalypse. More at 7






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There was an unexpected knock at Matteo Wright's door.
Even more unexpected was the guest who had turned up: Oliver Dreyfuss, his student from 10th Grade AP English. Alone, on a random Sunday, for no explicable reason.

Why was he here? That question might go unanswered until the end of time. How Oliver had even found his English teacher's address was anyone's guess. Oliver was a weird one, sure, but for him to have independently sleuthed out someone's home and shown up unannounced was alarming even by his standards. Nevertheless, the boy seemed strangely calm and collected as Mr. Wright answered the door. Calm for his standards, at least-- of course, Oliver always had a sort of jumpy and unsettled mannerism about him, as if the slightest disturbance would cause him to flee. He smiled, a slight sigh of relief rolling off his words. "Oh, good. You do live here."
'Oh, good.'
Not 'hello', or 'sorry for showing up uninvited.' He seemed to see no need for either a greeting or an apology for the bizarre and socially inappropriate thing he was doing.

It was worth noting that Oliver looked a bit worse for the wear, casting an ominous shadow over his odd behavior.
Aside from his disheveled clothing and tangled dark hair, the deep lateral scratch along his left cheek and the purplish-black eye he was seen with today were disturbing and out of the ordinary even for him.
It was normal for the boy to be seen with bite marks and contusions on his arms: the story his mother told, which was substantially true, was that he inflicted these injuries on himself in bouts of anxiety and erratic behavior. But this looked different. It looked more like he'd gotten himself into a fistfight sometime in the last 24 hours. There was no way he'd caused these wounds himself.

"Y-you're not going to believe this." Oliver's quiet, uptilted voice almost trembled with overwhelming eagerness, sharply contrasting his mangled appearance. "Did you know that... that... did you know Pink Floyd's Album Dark Side of the Moon...1 in 12 people in the ENTIRE WORLD, I mean... st-statistically speaking own the record, which is CRAZY because I don't own any records. And.. and... the thing about how it syncs up to Wizard of Oz is actually not true. It's c-confirmation bias-- people are g-going to remember the parts wh... where it syncs up and not notice that it doesn't a-actually fit perfectly everywhere because it's actually not intentional and..."

What followed was a tidal wave of metaphorical word vomit on the dozens of anecdotes, factoids, and conspiracy theories that Oliver had collected in the week since turning in his last English assignment.
The actual assignment that Mr. Wright had given him was simply to analyze a small clip from Pink Floyd's The Wall for its use of imagery and visual metaphor.
Oliver had gotten a little bit confused along the way and had wound up learning everything about the ins and outs of the psychedelic rock band instead. It was shockingly easy for Oliver to get lost in the wealth of information that was readily available to him online. One article led to another, one documentary turned into eight, and soon he was just bursting at the seams with trivia facts and no one to unleash them on.

If the 10 pages of distracted rambling that Oliver had turned in on the first day were anything to go by, he'd been obsessing over this for weeks. It almost rivaled the magnitude of his fascination with turtles.

He was now over a minute into his spiel to Mr. Wright, talking miles faster than his mouth could correctly form the words. His eyes never once looked up to meet his teacher's, instead staying transfixed on some point in the distance, staring almost blindly at nothing as he kept talking and talking.

"And d-did you... did you know that Pink Floyd was th-the first band to use live surround sound? So part of the... the original engineering for the... you know... so they were the first to use the Azimuth Co-Ordinator q-qua..quadra...quadric... blaggh." The boy's stutter finally got the best of him and he stopped talking, spluttering for a moment before falling into an exhausted, breathless silence. Finally, he'd tired himself out and had nothing more to say on the topic. For a moment, at least...

Unless Matt acted fast, his young oddball student was going to keep him out here on his doorstep all day and explain why the hell he was even here.




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Matteo Wright



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Cigarette smoke floating into the air from a bed of embers on the white stick of death stuck in between the pale manโ€™s lips as he lounged back onto his couch. A puff from his lips as it curled into the air, warmth invading his cold dark heart.

The apartment was messy. Horribly so. Laid upon his coffee table was the third draft of a thousand page novel detailing a dystopia of his own creation. The creation of a new world, where his own little subjects milled about like ants in his head. Was this how God felt when watching his creations subjugate and destroy the planet?

From the corner of his apartment sat a very disgruntled cat - also previously worshiped as a god. And perhaps it was from this worldliness that came its perpetual frustration at being subjected to the mercies and whims of a man that barely liked its own presence.

โ€œMrow.โ€ The cat said, angrily tearing away and kneading at draft two of his ownerโ€™s manuscript until it had created a little nest of its own. Creation from destruction, truly a god at work.

โ€œPlato. How homophobic of you. I thought I raised someone better.โ€ The comment passed by flippantly as he glanced over at the pile of plates that had slowly amassed in his kitchen sink. With a deep groan of reluctance, he figured that tonight of all nights was as good as any to start making a dent in the mess.

โ€œRrrrrr.โ€ The cat replied, showing his displeasure at his ownerโ€™s accusations by biting and slobbering all over the work that heโ€™d slaved over for months on end.

โ€œYou keep doing that, you piece of shit.โ€ A grumble of resigned frustration as the fellow god stood to do his dishes. There was nothing to do, no papers to grade, no emails to answer. No person to appease his immense feelings of boredom which heralded the static filled emptiness that usually filled his days, except for the odd rush of pleasure he felt when chasing whatever flight of fancy that turned his head for that week.

Scrubbing away at grease and grime filled up fifteen minutes of his time, mostly old cups of coffee that hadnโ€™t quite lost the brown ring of the bottom. And then that was quickly replaced with the dark gray of boredom.

How dull. There was nothing to do except light another cigarette and stare at the ceiling some more, perhaps hoping that the paint could morph and begin to speak to him.

So he did just that.

A sharp series of knocks knocked him out of his reverie. A quizzical pull at his neutral expression as he stood. There wasnโ€™t usually visitors that graced him, usually he was the one coming over. After all, not many people wanted to come over to his place. Smelled like cigarette smoke and was generally just that side of unclean.

The door was opened with a flat โ€œWhatโ€ for a greeting - the assumption of a door to door salesman or a mormon or a stupid fucking Jehovahโ€™s Witness trying to peddle their religion where they thought they had the answers to all of lifes problems.

A glance down solved the problem. His mouth flattened just a little bit, the tiniest of expressions upon a stoic face. Surprise. A student.

A student that was rambling.

A student that was rambling about Pink Floyd, a band that Matt personally found to be overplayed and overrated. His head poked out over the sophomore while the smaller spawn rambled, glancing about as if the keepers were going to suddenly come from around the corner.

โ€œStop.โ€ A single command that cut through the word vomit that was being thrown up on Mattโ€™s doorstep. Though, perhaps not much different from the serious sternness found within his classroom. โ€œWhereโ€™d you get my address? Do your parents know youโ€™re here?โ€

A simple question.

A glance back down at the child. He looked a bit worse for wear, but then againโ€ฆ Matt didnโ€™t really know what was going on in that childโ€™s homelife. After all, if heโ€™d been spotted as a child, his bruises from combat training definitely couldโ€™ve been mistaken for abuse. Perhaps it was, looking back upon it. Not that it truly mattered.

But then again, harboring students in his apartment was definitely the kind of thing that could get him firedโ€ฆ

Whatever.

It was after Oliver answered his questions that Matt responded, as if not even paying attention to what the student was saying. โ€œYou going to come in or not.โ€ And then he left the door frame, leaving the door wide open for the child to stroll right in.






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Moving to a new city is hard, but May felt like she was taking it alright.

A flood had kept her family out of the Chalamet building for an extra week, meaning they had to stay in a hotel outside of Joplin waiting for the water to be cleared out. Then, after that, they moved into a third floor apartment where her father had to use all of his brains to get rid of a hornet's nest that had developed between two of the sliding glass windows. Her father got a rough sting on the face and they had to put it on ice, but it was ultimately fixed with a few cans of Raid and a lot of elbow grease.

They also had an issue for a week or so where the bathwater ran rusty, and while the landlord said it "wasn't really that unsanitary", May was still hesitant about showering. When it finally ran clear again, she took a solid hourlong shower just to get the greasy feeling off of her skin.

Of course, it was a fixer-upper, but there were few uppers that May's mom wasn't intent on fixer-ing. So after finally getting permission to do some minor work on the apartment, May was dismissed to let her mom change the carpets in her room. She left in the morning and wandered the city. She stopped at the garden for a walk, and got herself an ice cream at a place called 'Sunday Funday', a name made even more amusing by the fact that it was Sunday. She then entered a tattoo parlor where she was promptly turned away for being under 18 even though she genuinely just wanted to have a look around.

Then she got tired and returned home, only to find her mother halfway through installing that new carpet and batting at some roaches. Clearly it wasn't done yet. But there was one other thing to do.

There was a party going on in a cave not far from where a meteor had landed, and while the big crater was cool enough, a party would be a great way to meet new friends. So she promised her parents she'd be home before the morning and that if she was gone for too long, they should contact the police -- though judging by the police's Twitter presence, they seemed relatively ineffectual. Maybe they'd at least like her enough to save her from dying?

Throwing on some of her favorite clothes, she popped And Justice For None into her portable CD player and ran to the beach as fast as her legs could take her, which was surprisingly fast. You'd be surprised by the speed boost that Metallica can give you!

Then she finally arrived. She'd actually gotten there an hour early, so she sat down in the sand and turned her phone on to play some games and pass the time. Luckily, she'd charged her phone, so it wouldn't run out. Hopefully it doesn't get broken or something.











































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โ€œStop.โ€
Miraculously, the boy successfully bit down on his next wave of rambling, stiffening up as though Matt had flipped a switch to shut him off.

โ€œWhereโ€™d you get my address? Do your parents know youโ€™re here?โ€
Two simple questions, neither of which received a coherent answer. Oliver mumbled unintelligibly for a moment, hands twitching and picking at his skin, saying something about some website he'd found... not enough of it was loud or clear enough to be understood. He shrugged, admitting defeat.

As a matter of fact, his parents did not know where he was. Oliver's mother didn't know that he wasn't at home right now, and his father hadn't known his whereabouts for about five years now. Just as well, though. Hopefully, Matt wouldn't try to give either of them a call.

His English teacher stepped to the side to let him in, and Oliver was oblivious to the reluctance with which he did this and calmly trotted inside. He hadn't quite been expecting to be invited in... well, really, he hadn't been expecting anything at all. "Your place is nice." He observed, looking around with curiosity, almost wanting to comment on the heavy smell of tobacco smoke that permeated the interior. Cigarettes made Oliver's throat itch. One couldn't really get away from it in this city, and backup inhalers were woefully expensive, but Oliver concluded that there were worse problems. "My building isn't flooded anymore, which is good, but I think the downstairs is all molded now." He'd trailed off into quiet musings on other subjects, and it almost seemed as though he'd finally abandoned the topic of Pink Floyd. Not so soon, though, as almost immediately he found a segue to launch back into it.

"One of the members of Pink Floyd, David Gilmour... has a houseboat called The Astoria. It was b-built in 1911. It was originally d-designed so that a 90-Piece orchestra could fit on deck. 90 pieces. That's... that's a lot." He paused for only a brief moment, clearing his throat with a dry cough. "I wonder why boats don't get molded. Or why we don't make sure apartments don't get molded."

Oliver wandered ahead of Matt a few paces, still carefully studying every inch of the new environment. His eyes trailed from the floor to the ceiling, taking in every inch of space. It was as if he'd never been somewhere so fascinating. "Do you live alone here?" He asked suddenly, an unabashedly blunt question. It never occurred to him that Mr. Wright might have a family or a partner, but now he felt he had to know.





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Let's Fall in Love



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Graham Byrne



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Binary star systems are more common than you might think. In fact, itโ€™s more common than solo star systems like the one that we live in.

Graham liked space. Graham liked space a lot.

Just two stars, circling each other and depending on each other. For years and years and years, their own little system that works for them.

When sheโ€ฆ Aoifeโ€ฆ When Aoife had been alive, Graham was often put on โ€œwatch Aoifeโ€ duty. Make sure that she was safe. Make sure that she was out of trouble. Fuss and worry over your younger sister.

Sheโ€™d always been the bright one. The fiery one. The one that got into all the trouble. And Graham had always been the quiet one. The nice one. The one more prone to sensitivity and bouts of melancholy. The mediator between the outside world and them. Perhaps it had been a lot to put onto a kid, but Aoife had been Grahamโ€™s entire world.

His entire purpose for existence was making sure that she was safe. That was his role. That was his purpose. Make sure that she had the resources to continue thriving.

But, all the stars died. And truly it was only a matter of timeโ€ฆ But her explosion had engulfed Graham as well. And sometimes he felt that the black hole that had been left behind by her death was slowly expanding in him. Engulfing any kind of pleasure that he could find in life still.

That he was standing on the horizon of something terrifying. What would it feel like to allow himself to fall. To be crushed underneath the weight of it all.

Graham didnโ€™t really consider himself particularly good at surviving. He just thought that he was quite awful at dying.

When stars arenโ€™t large enough to create black holes - given enough time - they become dimmer, smaller stars.

And perhaps that was his fate.

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Graham woke up in a river and thrashed his way to shore, coughing up water on a river bed after suffering a near drowning experience. He laid on the ground, staring at birds circling above. The wreckage of trees and forest surrounding him from the hurricane.

She was still gone, but he knew that already.

The world wouldnโ€™t let him die just yet, it seemed. Not even running into a hurricane could kill him. A constant game of keep away with his final destination.

But a surprise over the course of the next couple of weeks came in that he stayed somewhat in touch with Abi. And a part of him couldnโ€™t stop seeing long curly red hair and his own green eyes reflected in her whenever he saw the highschooler.

It hurt. And it hurt a lot. Every moment he spent with her felt like he couldnโ€™t breathe, that there was a dagger stabbing its way through his heart. Dread pulling at his feet and something akin to the weight of gravity crushing him as he laid in bed, unable to move or even cry out for help.

But he couldnโ€™t stay away. He couldnโ€™t. It was inevitable that someone would eventually remind him too much of Aoife, and that that person would claim his loyalties.

They were going stargazing tonight, the two of them. Something about a meteor crash made the lass more interested in the night sky than before, and Graham could never say no to Aoifeโ€ฆ nor could he particularly say no to Abi it seemed.

So he drove to her place and sent her a text that heโ€™d arrived and tried to put on his most charming and cheerful fake smile that he could as she walked out and hopped in.






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โ€œThe world is falling apart,โ€ His father's voice had rung across the Kingdom Hall as they came to the end of their two-week retreat. โ€œWe saw those weeks ago with the flood. We saw it when that homosexual walked through our doors. And we saw it in the skies last night. Armageddon is upon us, and Jehovah has placed it into our hands to pray for those lost, wandering souls. So, today as we go out and witness, I urge you; do not let a single second go by where we do not radiate Jehovahโ€™s light. Every door we knock upon is the home of a lost soul; do you want that to be embedded in our conscious when the world ends?โ€

The Jones family had been a part of a large group of witnesses who had gone on a โ€˜Witness Mission Retreatโ€™ for the last two weeks. At the said retreat, they learnt about how to witness to the rest of the world. They were given the tools they needed to bring someone over to the Witness faith and taught how to use them. It was a long two weeks, one which meant that they lost one week of their precious holiday time and where they missed the first week of school. Did the Jones family care about their children skipping school? Well, if it was for Jehovah, of course not. Jehovah was above education, after all. Joshua Jones, however, had been praying that something would happen and he was have to go to school. After all, that was where Max and Abigail were.

Since the night of the bible study, he hadnโ€™t heard or seen the pair of them. It was a little bit hard considering he had no direct line of contact with them thanks to the lack of phone or internet connection. The holidays were always called โ€˜family time', where the whole Jones family gathered and spent time together. So it was near impossible to get away from them. Going back to school was going to be the first time seeing the pair of them, and even thenโ€ฆ what would happen? Would they even want to talk to him ever again? Did Graham not declare that the Kingdom Hall was unfriendly, and therefore by association, it would mean Joshua was unfriendly? Why would someone want to be friends with someone like that? Then again, Joshua wasnโ€™t allowed to have friends. So, why was he so hurt over the possibility of these people not wanting the time of day for him?

Maybeโ€ฆ just maybeโ€ฆ He wanted friends.
Maybeโ€ฆ Maybe he wanted friends like Max and Abby.

โ€œCome on, Josh,โ€ Mary whined as they reached the front door of one of the many apartments they would be knocking on today. She pulled on the rising stockings she had been forced to wear with her ankle-length cotton skirt in a rather unladylike gesture. โ€œThe quicker we get this done, the quicker I can get back into my sweat pantsโ€

What would Jehovah have to say about that, Joshua asked himself as he finally caught up with his sister. Not only was it their first time on the field alone together, but it was the first time Joshua had been entrusted to lead. In the past, they were always sent off with one of their older brothers or with their father. However, the comet shower had sent his father into a frenzy of sorts last night. As they had been praying by the campfire at their retreat, he pointed and hollered, declaring the end of the world was close. He kept on quoting Revelations 6:13 - and the stars in the sky fell to earth - and insisted this was an emergency. That all of the congregation needed to gather and spread amongst the town to witness to all. His father held him by the shoulders, telling him it was a great day for his son was becoming a man, and would take the lead as the mass witnesses spread across the neighbourhood.

Their mission for today? The Chalamet building.

His father said, and I quote, โ€˜With the recent flooding, there would be more lost souls in that complex than ever before. In a sense, they will desperate for Jehovahโ€™s love. They would be a fool to reject Jehovah. Donโ€™t let me down.โ€™ Well, it seemed as though the first four apartments were either vacant or those who lived there were not home. The next two refused to open the door, telling them to piss off. And so, I suppose the seventh time is the charm, right? Mary entended her arm and knocked on the wooden door before standing up with a straight posture.

โ€œIโ€™ll take this oneโ€, she said to her brother, speaking in Korean to hide their conversation from any sticky beaks nearby.

โ€œA-wae?โ€ Joshua responded, looking at his sister with a confused complexion.

โ€œI said Iโ€™ll take it. After all, you barely made it out of retreat alive. You canโ€™t even talk to other people at Kingdom Hall - you really think you could talk to some stranger? You know how to talk, right?โ€

Joshuaโ€™s mouth hung agape, shocked and offended by his younger sisterโ€™s words. It was always a sore spot, questioning his ability to speak. After all those years of speech therapy and challenging himself to step out and speak to others, it was still a struggle. Out of all people, he had hoped his family would understand. But, alas, instead of embracing and accepting it, they often used it as a weapon against him.

โ€œI- Y-โ€ Joshua began, trying to compile some sort of comeback that would be defensive and, well, pleasing to Jehovah. โ€œDad said I was in charge and to take the lead.โ€ Well, well, well. Where did he get that confidence from? His words were fast, stumbling over his pronunciation. After all, they only used Korean around their mother and extended family. โ€œIโ€™m taking itโ€

Mary snorted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. โ€œSure. Youโ€™ve got it. Iโ€™ll just be back up and will swoop in to save you when you just stand there like an absolute fool, right?โ€ she snickered, leaning over once more to give another firm knock on the door.

The nerve of this girl.





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It has been just over a month since the party in hers, the night where everything went tits up and Kenzie had not been the same since. The look on Drew's face when he walked in on her and Mateo still haunts her and she wished that she could go back and change what happened, or at the very least had the cop-on to lock her bedroom door. She knew that her relationship with Drew was essentially over before that even happened, the two of them staying together out of easiness and the feeling of having someone to come home to, she just wished that it had ended differently, she missed talking to Drew and to be honest, people leaving was not really something she dealt with very well.

Kenzie's mutism that she suffered when her mother left the family had come back and for the last month she had not spoken verbally to anyone. She was pretty sure the last time she spoke was the night of that party. She knew most people couldn't understand her mutism "just speak" is a phrase she had heard all too much but it wasn't just that Kenzie felt she had nothing to say, she also felt like she was physically unable to, like she couldn't open her mouth. She could tell her siblings were worried about her but she couldn't tell them what had happened, no matter what way she told it, she was the one in the wrong. She once again messed it all up, a talent she seemed to be particularly skilled at. She believed Mateo had genuinely liked her but now here she was sitting alone, silently drinking in her room, the events made her decision final in her mind love is shit and some people, like herself, are just not worthy of it.

Kenzie sat on her bed staring at the wall lost in her thoughts as she drank the leftover vodka from the night before. Despite not talking, Kenzie had been out most nights and had in a sense 'gone off the rails'. She had found alcohol and drugs to be her saving grace during these times and had spent the majority of the last month drunk or off her face. There was a rave in the caves organised for tonight and she was excited to go but also nervous to bump into Drew and/or Mateo, having not seen either in the last month, thankfully Kenzie had organised to meet with Alex there and knowing that he would be with her made the nerves and sickness a little more manageable.

Taking another swig of the vodka, Kenzie finally stood up and moved towards her mirror to do her makeup for the night, putting the bare minimum on as always with her signature black eyeliner. Her hair had dried mostly straight and so all it needed was a quick go over with her straighteners now. Looking at herself in the mirror, Kenzie gave a half hearted smile before standing up and moving to her wardrobe to pick an outfit to wear. Kenzie decided on her black lace dress, a red over shirt and her black doc martens, getting changed before going back to her mirror to look at the outfit. Once ready, Kenzie sat back down on her bed and took out her phone, sending a message to Alex to confirm he would definitely be there and where they would be meeting.

Taking another swig of the vodka, Kenzie closed the lid and placed it in her bag along with her cigarettes, lighter, purse, phone, the shrooms she had acquired for tonight for her and Alex along with a handful of small bags filled with mysterious unknown white powders and pills left over from previous parties. Kenzie eyed the bags again for probably the twelfth time that day and was still no clearer on what they were, let alone where she had even gotten them from. She shrugged to herself before placing them back into the bag, maybe her mysterious little bags of fun would come in handy later on.

Kenzie left the house and made her way towards the beach, as she neared closer to her destination she the sound of loud music and the mumbles of people talking began to fill the air. Realising she was far too sober for this, Kenzie pulled the vodka out of her bag, drinking it as she walked towards the sound and flashing lights. As she approached the cave, Kenzie took a large swig of her drink before scanning the crowd, she realised she recognised most of the people present but she didn't give much thought to then as her mind was trained on finding one person and one person only. A grin played on her lips as she finally spotted Alex talking to people near the caves entrance. Without so much of a second thought, Kenzie ran towards him.

To anyone looking on they would see the grin turn into a devilish smile and a twinkle shining in her eyes as she realised Alex had his back to her. Without warning Kenzie reached Alex and jumped on his back, the etchings of a laugh playing on her features.



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mood just a little nervous

location the beach

outfit not what people wear to raves

fun fact Sea caves, or littoral caves, are formed primarily from erosion caused by waves. They can be formed along the ocean coast and lakeshores where water impacts bedrock

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Max Berkowitz




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Max had spent the last several minutes standing in front of the mirror in his room, scrutinizing every inch of his reflection. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, neurotically running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to get it to fall just right. It never did.
You look stupid.

Ever since being rated the 4th Least Attractive Boy at Marsha J. Clark High School by some of his classmates, Max had been extra self-conscious about his appearance. He'd somehow convinced himself that his eyes were a weird shape, that his mouth was too wide, that he was too short, his shoulders hunched, and he somehow looked like a frog. All of this was patently untrue, but anytime he caught a glimpse of himself he would get stuck in a cruel cycle of self-deprecation.

Today, though, at least he had half of a reason for being so paranoid and insecure: some of his friends had convinced him to go to some secret party in a cave.
Max was not a party person: he never got invited to parties, and wasn't the kind of person who would be. He didn't dance, or drink, or get with girls (for several glaringly obvious reasons)... he had no business at a Sunday night rave, but he couldn't disappoint his friends by not showing up when they'd been so kind to dare to invite him in the first place.
He wondered if this would be a hit to their social reputations. How much were they sacrificing to be seen with him in public like this?
Or maybe Junior year was the start of something new.

Giving himself one last disapproving glance, he finally tore his eyes away from the mirror to go grab his backpack and shoes and run out the door before his parents could ask him questions about where he was going.
Technically, Max was still grounded for trying to instigate a fistfight with Abby's ex. Looking back, he knew that was a stupid idea, but the thought of someone hurting his friend again after all she'd been through had sparked a fierce and irrational rage that only ended up in a series of somewhat embarrassing tweets. Anyhow, what that meant for the time being was that he had to be a little sneaky about leaving the house without his mom and dad.

A couple of city blocks took him to the bus stop, where the Route 211 bus to the coastline dropped him off a few yards away from the beach. It was well known that there was a cave tucked away in the cliffside near here, a popular spot for parties and raves and dubiously legal hangouts. Every time Max walked by the cave, there was a chill down his spine and he immediately thought he was about to get murdered. Today was no different. His nerves crept up on him and it took all the bravery in his system to not just run back to the bus stop and wait for the next ride home, but when he spotted May in the sand, it was a little easier to muster up the courage to continue.

He walked up beside her, making sure she could see him approaching so he wouldn't jump-scare her. "Hey, what's up?" He greeted, fingers flicking off his shoulders, doing his best to seem cheery and unafraid. "Are you the only one here right now, or...?" He glanced back at the cave mouth, not sure what he expected to see that would indicate that they weren't the first arrivals. Lights, maybe? Some people, perhaps... but he didn't see anyone right away. Just him and his friend for now.




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charlie vodianova

โ™ซ/when you sleep - my bloody valentine/โ™ซ



mood

overthinking


location

outskirts of industrial


oufit

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dustin Qwertycakes Qwertycakes , oli Chimney Swift Chimney Swift , ash tamarapasek tamarapasek




ever since school had started last week, charlie was going through some sort of subtle change. starting in her summer time, the formerly rigid tomboy would slowly make a shift in her sense of style and frame of mind. she felt herself no longer wanting to cover up as much. she was starting to wear light mascara and hints of eyeshadowโ€“which doesnโ€™t sound like a huge change, but in the mirror, her additions all felt so new and amplified. making friendsโ€“oli, ashley, and now dustinโ€“ over the summer really started to influence her mental state as she also started to gain a bit more confidence over her once extremely timid nature. even soโ€“at the end of the day, she was still charlie vodianova. mousy, withdrawn and spacey. maybe with these changes, she could mask those things she disliked about herself and turn herself into a new person. sheโ€™d think this to herself the days leading up to school and during them.

maybe it was subconscious influence, but she couldnโ€™t help but think being around dustin and ashley specifically did a number on her. with oli, it was always relaxedโ€“charlie felt like she could say anything to him and expect no intimidating interactions. however, hanging with ashley and dustin were different. she admired ashley a lot. for her fashion sense, her ease of speaking forth whatever she wanted to at any moment in time. saying things that didnโ€™t get her teased or ignored came a bit difficult. not due to anything negative from ashley, but more because of charlieโ€™s tendency to speak so softly the words were usually barely heard. though, being around the three was starting to be comfortableโ€“she wished a huge change would happen sooner.

though one thing that was starting to confuse her was her view of dustin. after heโ€™d nearly rescued her a few weeks ago from her breakdown during the flood, things started to feel a little different for him. charlie wasnโ€™t so sure what it was. sheโ€™d outwardly dismiss it as gratitude for his company and the goofy, easygoing nature he added to the groupโ€™s dynamic. still, she knew deep down something else was forming inside her that she was actually quite afraid of. so afraid, that she would barely even acknowledge it even in the safety of her thoughts. it was a bit of guilt that charlie was dealing with about the whole thing. especially since she knew ashley had had a crush on him for a long time and the two flirted in front of everyone very frequently.

sheโ€™d been having strange dreams of her and dustin hanging out. nothing very out-of-the-ordinary except for the overal mood of the dreamsโ€“which felt all too sentimental. tender-hearted, and even romanticโ€”no nono no nononono..thereโ€™s no way.

charlie would reject these thoughts completely and refuse to recognize them as anything worth pondering on besides being simple, stupid dreams her brain made up.

ever since the flood, her brain never gave her time to rest. it didnโ€™t help that because of the floodโ€™s aftermath, drew had put down a payment on an apartment in the chalamet building. charlie had been living in it basically alone though (and on the same floor as dustin), since her brother seemed to be going through something she wouldnโ€™t tell himโ€“always going out for days. it was peaceful at times, but mostly just gave her brain full reign to overthink more than often. thankfully, dad had called herโ€“through a strange number from out of the countryโ€“telling the girl he was okay and that he was sorry for skipping town. โ€œfamily mattersโ€

sigh..why is it that no one tells me whatโ€™s going onโ€“ever...

to top things off, apparently some sort of crater had opened up because of a meteorite and the citizens of joplin were all torn to what it could possibly beโ€ฆor mean.

now wasnโ€™t the time to think about all this craziness piled ontop of eachother. charlie was walking down the packed dirt path on the outskirts of the industrial districtโ€“dustin following on his skateboard talking about all sorts of things. things she wanted to pay attention to now.

theyโ€™d stop at a random clearingโ€“scattered with tumbleweeds and lined with flickered street lights, but a perfect place for skaters to frequent when they didnโ€™t want to skate at the waterfront park. silent only for the soft buzzing of the busy city to the left of them and the wind in the air as no one seemed to be there this sunday evening.

she didnโ€™t want to show her spacing out to him, hoping he hadnโ€™t already noticed.

โ€œso..spill it. i know you like ashley.โ€ charlie said with a humored tone and a small smile. she forced herself to get right down to itโ€“even looking up and making eye contact with the boy which was usually rather hard for her. if she was going to bring up a touchy subject, she would do it completely masking any sort of feelings she had for dustin. hopefully this would completely throw off her mindโ€™s prior discourse over him and any trace of her own heart, if dustin would even catch onto such a thing. though she was sure he definitely hadnโ€™t.

โ€œand donโ€™t even try to cover it up.. itโ€™s plain to see.โ€--this playfully confrontational side to charlie was only in itโ€™s developmental stage, but she felt a rise of pride in her ability to be a bit more spunky than usual. despite her feelings, she was still curious to what heโ€™d say.






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song yu-min
location
cave rave in the rave cave
tags
purplecowdutch purplecowdutch
Yumin couldn't just leave the house in her party wear. No, that was far too obvious. She had to plan a sneaky way out of the house without rousing suspicion, not that her dad really cared where she was. There was always a chance something she did would piss him off, she wasn't taking the chance.

She snuck through the living room in an oversized hoodie and jeans, backpack slung over her shoulder. She'd waited for her dad to go to the bathroom so the coast was clear. She opened the door as quietly as she could, sneaking through and gently closing it shut. She was clear from there.

She'd planned her route ahead of time. Take a little detour to a gross public restroom near the beach, get changed into the clothes in her bag, then head to the cave. She couldn't rave in the rave cave at the cave rave in a hoodie and jeans! Crumpled inside her bag was a cream dress with a peter pan collar and a skater skirt, all the rage for 2013. It wasn't exactly suitable for a neon rave but this was her first proper party, who could blame her for being unprepared?

She slipped out of the bathroom in her dress and matching ballet flats, her hair tied back into a long ponytail to make dancing easier. She still had her backpack, that could be an issue... Would the rave cave have a cloak room? Maybe she could stash it behind a rock or something and hope no one stole it. There wasn't much in it, anyway, she'd be taking her purse with her to pay for drinks. Unless someone wanted her manky old converses, they were out of luck.

She made her way down to the beach, taking a quick peek at the crowd looking at the crater. She was curious, maybe after the party she'd kill some time looking at it. Maybe there'd be an alien in there! Well, by the time she got to it, it'd probably be in a government testing facility... God, it was cold, why did parties have to happen at night time when it was cold?

Anyway, rave cave! As she struggled across the beach in her unsuitable shoes, she began to wonder what alcohol tasted like. Well she'd had some of the gross stuff from her dad's cupboard, but she wanted to know what good alcohol tasted like, the stuff that came in a variety of colours in matching bottles, the stuff that was more sugar than it was liquid. She imagined it'd taste like if someone melted a popsicle into a bottle.

Finally, the cave was in sight! There were flashing lights in there already... God, this was exciting! She hoped the rave cave didn't have a bouncer, she didn't have any ID with her... and even if she did, she was 14, they weren't exactly going to serve her. She was totally 21, she was just... short, and had a baby face. Her skincare routine was just really good. She bathed in the blood of orphans or... something.
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mood hyper

location rave cave

outfit low budget party fit

fun fact In 2013, psilocybin mushrooms were in fact illegal in the state of Washington.

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Alex Cappelletti




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Just as Alex had arrived on the beach to search for his friend Kenzie, he heard footsteps running up behind him and before he could turn, someone or something had leaped onto his back like a goddamn wolverine.
"OW, SHIT!! WHAT THE--"
Self-defense reflexes kicked in and he very nearly tumbled to the side to throw her off and hook her through the eye with his prosthetic hand, but just in time, he realized who it was. "Kenzie!! Jesus, I almost shit." He broke down laughing, giving her his usual excited high-five. "Ayyy, what's up Kenz?? Can't believe you made it all the way out here. And daaamn, you look good."

Whether or not she responded, Alex kept his warm smile and casual demeanor, wanting her to feel as welcome and at ease as he could make her. Alex knew that Kenzie wasn't able to talk in certain public circumstances, especially when there were other stressors happening in her life. Granted, he didn't know jack about the whole Mateo and Drew situation... Alex wasn't exactly the first person people went to with sensitive information (he was known for having a big mouth.)

Nevertheless, he'd clued in that something was up with her. He figured she needed a cave rave to let loose and cheer up. He wasn't going to try to pry into what had happened, at least not yet. That would just ruin the fun, wouldn't it?

"Oh, and did you bring the..." He whistled, eyes glancing off as he tried to pantomime a mushroom with his single biological hand. It didn't really work and he was left giggling awkwardly at his attempt. Ay, she'd know what he meant. Somehow or other, Kenzie had gotten her hands on some interesting psychoactive fungi, and Alex was fatally curious to try. "I wasn't sure what to bring so I brought Capri-Suns. Y'know, for hydration and stuff... it's all I could bring without Nonna getting suspicious."



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Kandi had sent her a photo of her new dog -- a pom-chi named Pikachu. May kind of wished they could have introduced their dogs to each other, but it was whatever. They'd see each other again for sure -- childhood friends have a way of staying in your life, especially friends as ride-or-die as Kandi was.

She looked up from her phone to see someone was addressing her. She immediately stood. He was a clean looking boy. A bit overdressed for the occasion, but in fairness, May's knowledge of what was acceptable to wear at a rave came entirely from Kandi, who went to as many raves as she did classes. Compared to that old friend of hers, May looked pretty tame, though she still wasn't quite used to wearing anything that exposed her belly, and it felt a little cold.

A shudder ran through her spine. A speaker. Right, in her brief stints within the local Twitter groups, she'd never mentioned she was mute. You doofus, that should've been the first thing you said! For crying out loud! She scratched the back of her neck, chasing away those nerves. Maybe he knew how to sign and just didn't do it by default? Must be nice to have options, she thought glumly, but once again stifled those feelings -- that was a nasty thing to think, after all. She chewed on her lower lip before beginning to sign, hoping that it would come across -- she took it slow, just in case he wasn't fluent.

"I think I'm one of the first people here." She chewed her lip. After being stuck with only her parents to keep her company, she almost felt like she'd forgotten how to talk to people. God forbid she accidentally call this guy 'dad'. "But I haven't gone inside, since I figured I should wait. I'm May, like the month." She always felt lucky that her name was a short, common word. God help every Jane and Justin who has to spell their name out.

In her haste, she hadn't even remembered to pause her music, and now it was still blaring out of her headphones. Clumsily, she smacked the pause button on her CD player. Maybe it was silly to have such an anachronistic thing. If she'd just switch to MP3 like everyone else...

Her fingers entered her pockets, and she gave Max a nervous smile.











































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