Realistic or Modern Clearwater University

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Clearwater University​

Welcome to Clearwater University, founded in 1931 by inventor, author and politician Douglas Clearwater. Located squarely in the middle of the Sunshine State, in a scenic town called Devil’s Junction (don’t let the name frighten you, we’re all friendly here!), it’s all good weather and beach views on campus!

Known for its nationally recognized academic programs, with over 200 majors and even more minors, Clearwater is the place for any person looking to achieve academic excellence. Students are also offered a multitude of working internships, and most of our graduates land their dream job less than six months after they graduate!!

If that isn’t enough to convince you to join the Clearwater Family, the university also hosts six Division One sports teams, 150 clubs and organizations and also sponsors several local charities! There’s something for everyone here on campus, no matter what it is! Our dorming facilities are state of the art and newly renovated, providing you the perfect place to live on campus!! For those who are looking for a larger space and a bit more privacy, the construction of the Singer Apartment complex just off campus had just come to an end!!

Join us this academic school year for an experience you’re not going to forget! Go Cougars!

— Excerpt by Kio.exe​

 

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Morning classes are evil.

Even if they avoid sleep like the plague, Revan loathed morning classes. Unfortunately, due to a scandal — they may or may not have exposed a dark secret — involving the professor, their afternoon Artificial Intelligence class was rescheduled for the morning. While it was a temporary arrangement until a new professor took over, Revan hated leaving their apartment before nine.

As their class ended, Revan exited the computer lab and headed toward the closest parking lot. They removed their phone from their backpack and sent a quick text.

[To Batman]: Done with class. Pick me up?​

They slipped it inside their bag and zipped it shut. Five minutes later, Revan took a seat on a bench near the lot. As they sat down, their pocket buzzed. Revan heaved a sigh and removed a second phone — their work phone — from their pocket. A single text flashed on the touchscreen.

[From W]: 12:00 A.M.​

Their grip on the phone tightened. Revan repressed the sudden urge to clutch their right side. Roughly two weeks passed since the assault. Last night, their stitches were ready to be removed. Instead of going to the hospital, their partner removed the stitches.

Revan wanted to remove the stitches themself. However, their partner insisted. Since they weren’t in the mood to argue with Spencer, they agreed.

The new scar marring their skin was red and angry. While Spencer removed the sutures correctly, their side remained tender. They shoved the cellphone in their pocket and scrubbed a hand down their face. ”Fuck,” Revan muttered. When W summoned them personally, it involved Zenith’s primary target: Baudelaire Enterprises.

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TL;DR Sam panics over her date with Scotty.

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Samantha Jones

Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep

Shit shit shit shit shit.

After her somewhat flirtatious convo with Scotty(Well he flirted. She tried her best to keep up and construe a sentence that somewhat sounded like flirting) Samantha Jones, was stressed. The only bright spot in this was that she didn’t have any classes in the morning. So she could give her and Scotty’s movie date the proper amount of panic that it so richly deserved.

On paper she was ready. She’d showered and dressed and did all the mandatory stuff, but on the inside? No way in hell.

After their exchange about naked-ness, she was kind of absolutely terrified about what could happen. Was he just teasing her like always, and just end up having an innocent movie date? Or was he dead serious and she was gonna be experiencing a lot of firsts tonight? The wondering was just straight up torture. Sitting up from her place on the bed, Sam clutched a pillow to cuddle and relieve some tension.

Ugh why was Scotty so confusing? He flirted with her sure, but not just her. And then he actually acted wounded when she pointed out that he did. She wasn’t irritated enough to stop whatever they had going on, but she just wished for clarity. Which she was hoping to get a little bit of, on this date.

After some time sitting, and steaming, she figured it was time to meet her beau. She rose, and looked down at her body to make sure that she looked good. Well not terrible at the very least. Sensing that she was as satisfied as she was ever gonna get, she exited her dorm, saying goodbye to her roommate.

The walk to Scotty’s dorm was simultaneously too long and too short. Too long to see him and too short to calm her worries. With a knock on the door, she waited. Prayed that he was there, ready to let her in. If this didn’t push through, she wasn’t certain that she’d have the courage to try again with him. As the door opened, a nervous grin spread across her face. “Hey.” She mumbled awkwardly, adjusting her glasses.

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Quinn liked mornings.

His day — as always — began with a morning jog. His usual route crossed through the quad and down a secluded street. Unless a big event happened on campus, the pathway rarely gained foot traffic in the mornings.

It was perfect for a peaceful jog.

A block from campus is Quinn’s favorite café. Connected to the café next door is a bakery. When Quinn craved his favorite boba, he oftentimes paired it with his favorite pastry. A couple blocks from the café is an ice cream parlor. On hot days, Quinn always stopped for his favorite frozen treat.

While routines weren’t everyone’s cup of tea, Quinn was a creature of habit. He enjoyed his morning jogs and favorite haunts. It gave him a sense of stability. After moving to Devil’s Junction, Quinn craved control. His routines made him feel safe.

Nowadays, Quinn feared for his safety.

After his morning jog, Quinn returned to his dorm and showered. As he prepared a meal for Rowena, his cell in his back pocket chimed—

♪ Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way— ♪​

”Hello?”

”Minnie.”​

Quinn was about to feed Rowena and paused. The aforementioned parrot climbed down his arm to reach her food dish. Swallowing thickly, he placed the bowl on the counter. As Rowena started to nibble, Quinn stroked her feathers. He pointedly ignored the tremor in his arm. ”What’s up, Mickey?” he inquired.

”Don’t go outside. Take a sick day.”​

His heart plummeted. Quinn was hoping— ”Are you sure?”

”Positive, Minnie. Please stay safe. Call me tonight.”​

Before he could react, Mickey hung up. Quinn lowered his arm and dropped his phone on the floor. While he didn’t have morning classes on Tuesdays, Quinn was scheduled for a dancing class in the afternoon.

”I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine,” he muttered under his breath. He clenched and unclenched his hands. He coordinated his outfit with black fingerless leather gloves. While Quinn owned an assortment of different fingerless gloves, his current pair is his favorite. ”I’ll just call in sick and—“

✘ TW FOR PANIC ATTACK ✘​

What if it’s not enough? His fingers trembled. Quinn tugged at his sleeves. What if he knows? He clutched the soft fabric. His chest tightened. Suddenly, a petrifying thought surfaced: What if he finds him? Quinn opened his mouth, but the words died in his throat. He couldn’t breath. Chills trickled down his spine. As he struggled to breath in, his thoughts spiraled out of control.

”Not safe, not safe, not safe. I don’t want to die—” All the sudden, a loud screech penetrated his skull. Quinn flinched and instinctively dropped to his knees. He wrapped his arms around his head and curled in on himself.

Meanwhile, Rowena continued to flap her wings and screech. She wasn’t trying to distress her owner. She was calling for help.

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A bleached blonde mop of hair bounced in the air, on a mission. The owner of the said hair was determined, motivated, and was damn well sure that this task at hand was going to go his way. After all, he had spent the last four hours playing the moment over and over in his head. His thought process was a rusty old vhs tape, which was paused, rewound, played in slow motion, and fast-forwarded. There was no way in hell this plan would fail. He had thousands of comebacks and witty remarks to make if it felt like the plan was going to start crumbling.

And there was his target. Locked and loaded.

“Yo, Andrews!”

The twenty-two-year-old bleached blonde male brought his hopeful bouncy walk to a quick jog to catch up with the much older professor. Someone get this teacher a drink, because as soon as he heard the raspy velvet voice of the blonde, he wanted to roll his eyes back into his skull and attempt to look at his spine. “Teo Choi…” the old man muttered to himself, shivering at the name as if it held as much negative energy as saying Voldemort. Taking his sweet time, the professor turned to look at the boy with the sunshine complexion. That wide grin on his face and a childlike glow in his eyes; how the heck was he so alive at this time of day? Had he power chugged eight Redbulls in the last hour?

“Mr. Choi. We have discussed this before. Yo, Andrews is not a way to address your teachers. It’s Professor Andrews” the older male grumbled in his monotone voice.

“Oh yeah. Uh. Well, Professor Andrews!”

“Okay, not you need to bring it down a bit. I’m standing in front of you. There’s no need to yell.”

“Ah, right!” Teo could feel his face beginning to burn up. Oh no, that anxiety that was in the pit of his stomach was starting to rise up again. He had trained it to remain nocturnal within the last few hours, but it was reactivated again. This was not going the way Teo had expected it to go. For starters, he had hoped Professor Andrews would’ve at least responded with a ‘yo’ also. Running his fingers through his freshly dyed and damaged locks, Teo snapped his fingers with his other hand as he remembered what it was that he was here for. “Sir, I was wondering if I could have my butterfly knife back?”

Flashback to two days ago in Introduction to Classical Music when Professor Andrews was in front of the class, blabbing on about something. Teo saw this as a perfect opportunity to practice some knife flipping under the desk. It wasn’t like he was going to pay attention anyway. Everything that was coming out of the professor’s mouth was just white noise to him. The twenty-two-year-old was much more of a hands-on approach person, and to sit through these lectures was torture to him. Sadly, at one point he managed to lose his grasp on his knife, and it fell from his hands and slid all the way down three steps. This was when Professor Andrews noticed that the boy hadn’t been paying any sort of attention, and decided that confiscating the butterfly knife was in the best interest of everyone in the classroom.

A strong frown fell upon the Professor’s face so much so that his brows met in the middle as he heard the request. “You know that it’s against campus rules to have weapons.”

“Oh yeah, but like… It isn’t a weapon”

“It’s a knife”

“A practising knife. You couldn’t even cut butter with it”

“You could use it to threaten people with”

“Do you really think I’m capable of threatening someone?”

The silence in the air was thick. Teo’s mouth began to gradually hang as Professor Andrew kept a firm gaze at him. “Okayyyy, so… That’s a yes?” he attempted to confirm with the teacher.

A rather menacing chuckle slipped past the older male’s lips as he looked at Teo who stood there like a puppy crying for their bone back. “I tell you what. You can have it back when you complete your course – and pass it too.” Oh, that son of a bitch knew what he was doing. Teo’s eyes widened in panic. There was no way he was going to pass this class. It was complete shit and boring as hell. He only took it because it was mandatory for his studies, and it seemed that Professor Andrews knew that. “Have a good day Mr. Choi”

Teo stood there in complete disbelief. His eyes wide, his mouth ajar. How the hell did his plan fail? He had played it in his mind over and over again. Where were those quick witty remarks he had stored up in his brain? Why did he freeze up? “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath as he finally remembered to breathe, turning around and slumping his shoulders in discouragement. “I need a fucking smoke.”

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[Walliver]

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Today’s Forecast

”That little rat is gonna pay.” Killian muttered under his breath.

Today’s Forecast

Balance: $0.00
The Edwards were a ruthless family. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. No one would get away with daylight robbery, no matter who they loved or what they were. Dead meat was what they would be.

Killian moved with a purpose, scanning the area for his prey. A lion on the prowl, there to dish out what was deserved. “No one hurts and Edwards and gets away with it.” he repeated the old mantra in his head. If he couldn’t live like he wanted, then everyone else would have to pay. Starting with the rat.

“Hey!”​

TW: Violence, blood, verbal and physical threats

Killian cornered them in the parking lot. They were on their phone, checking a text. A predatory smile crept onto his face. He grabbed a fistful of their shirt, pushing them up against the nearest car. “Remember me?” he snarled. “Because I remember you, little rat. You think you could get away with what you did? Think again.”

His fist connected with their nose. The spurt of blood coating his hand and the adrenaline rushing through his veins, Killian felt alive. “You’re dead meat, Revan. Your boyfriend can’t save you now.”

He dropped them, watching them crumple to the ground. “Are you afraid of me, little rat? Afraid of pest control?” Killian laughed, sinister and powerful. He kicked them in the side, feeling something give. “So I’m not the first to get revenge. Or was it your own clumsy, airhead nature? Either way, I’d thank them for the weapon they gave me.”

He knew his work was done. The rat had suffered. Now it was onto the next target: Spencer. Which Spencer was first, he didn’t know, but they would suffer. They all would.

“Goodbye, Revan. I’ll be seeing you again soon. That is, if you live.”

Killian walked off, cackling. Who cared if the cameras had caught him? He was untouchable.​

 

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Levi woke a little later than he meant to, hours past the sun's rise. He yawned as he climbed out of bed, but when he did, his socked feet slid on the hardwood and almost caused him to slip. After a brief scramble, he caught himself on the edge of his unmade bed, spending a few moments hunched over as his heartrate recovered from the near fall. From his bed by the dresser, Beau lifted his head, studying his owner to make sure there was no issue before letting his head fall back between his paws.
As his pulse returned to normal, Levi padded into the bathroom to start his morning routine. It was the same as usual: two minutes brushing his teeth, a fresh layer of deodorant, a quick leak. Once he handled those pressing issues, he headed back into his room to swap his pajamas for a regular outfit. His sleep shirt was shucked off and replaced for a real t-shirt that actually fit the shape of his body, and he traded out shorts for a pair of clean jeans secured with a belt. The last thing he threw on was a flannel that had been thrown over the desk chair a few days ago, and then he headed to the kitchen to feed his dog. Beau, having the morning routine well-organized, trailed after him.
After pouring a fresh batch of kibble into Beau's food bowl, Levi grabbed his backpack from the living room and filled his water bottle to head out. As he moved for the door, however, Beau lifted his head from breakfast and offered his owner a sad look. Levi frowned, reaching out to scratch behind his best friend's ears

"Sorry, buddy, I have to go,"

Levi said.

"Avery promised to walk you this afternoon."

Beau did not seem impressed, but he didn't whine as Levi left, locking the door behind him as he headed out of the apartment building. His truck was waiting out in the parking lot, and he hopped in, throwing his bag in the passenger seat beside him.
"Clearwater campus, here I come," he mumbled, shifting into drive and pulling out of the Singer Apartments parking lot.

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Suddenly, the hairs on the back of their neck stood. Someone was watching them—

A hand seized their shirt and hauled them off the bench. Their bag slid off their back and flopped on the sidewalk. Before Revan could react, their back slammed against a car door. Biting back a hiss, they lifted their head. Cognac eyes met a menacing grin. ”Can’t afford a breath mint, Edwards?” they grunted. The side mirror was digging painfully into their right side—

Without warning, Revan saw stars.

✘ TW FOR BLOOD, PAST INJURY, VIOLENCE ✘​

Once Edwards released his grip, Revan lost their balance and collapsed. While they didn’t hear a distinct crack — a broken nose was the last thing they needed, thank you — the sudden pain left them momentarily dazed. ”Delusional ass—“ All the sudden, a boot slammed against their right side. White hot agony flooded their veins, evoking a strangled scream. Revan coughed and spat out the blood sliding in their mouth. They instinctively curled in on themself, shielding their injured side.

It felt ... off.

Fuck, Edwards threw two weeks of healing out the window with a single vicious kick. Even if Edwards deduced they were responsible, he couldn’t prove it. Revan didn’t leave a single trace. If Edwards believed a violent assault would get them to confess or return the money, he’s more delusional than Revan initially perceived.

This psycho is a spitting kitten compared to W.

Revan remained on the ground. When they attempted to move, their side immediately flared. ”Son of a bitch,” they hissed. Since their nose was bleeding, they couldn’t roll on their back. However, if they didn’t move, a car would run them over. Suddenly, Revan gritted their teeth and forced themself to sit up. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck—“ They immediately clutched their side. Jesus fucking Christ, it felt unusually wet. Despite the intense pain, Revan crawled toward their fallen backpack.

To be honest, they scooted on the ground like a dog, but they crawled, nonetheless.

Once they reached their bag, Revan leaned against the bench. They opened their backpack with one hand — the other remained clutching their side — and retrieved their personal cell. Revan shot a single text to Spencer.

[To Batman]: S.O.S.​

They shoved their phone in the bag and zipped it shut. Revan closed their eyes with a groan.

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[Walliver]

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”How did I get here? What am I doing? Why does my leg-“ Don’t think about the leg, don’t think about the leg.

Oliver took a deep breath, looking around. He was near campus at least, that was good. Something hurt, something hurt really bad, but his mind wouldn’t let him know what. He took another breath, wincing at the pressure it put on his earlier injury. His hand went to the formerly-stitched wound, pressing down lightly. “Good, I’m not bleeding.”​

TW: Blood, minor injury, panic attack, mentions of physical/psychological bullying

“I-I am bleeding....oh no...” his leg, his leg, his leg! Oliver forced his eyes upward. “It’s not that bad, it’s not that bad. Probably just a few scrapes, a few bruises, maybe your ankle is twisted.” he reasoned with his own panicked mind, trying not to break down even more.

He lifted the cuff of his jeans gingerly, looking to see what was underneath. There was a ring of bruises around his ankle, but nothing poking out. Oliver gulped down a fresh breath of air. “Okay, okay.” he peeled up the leg of his pants a little more.

Bloodied, pink-white skin stung in the crisp breeze. Oliver whimpered pitifully, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Oh stop being such a baby!”

That was her voice. But, she wasn’t there, right? His heart began to race. What if she was there? What if she was filming? She’d give it to the rest of her friends, the video of him. She had done it so long ago, she would do it again.

“Please, Nora, put the camera away. Please, just put it away!”

Tears streamed down his face, mixing with blood. He knew the feeling of shame, of being weak and of other people knowing. His breaths stifled in his chest, only coming out as rough hiccups. He needed to breathe. He couldn’t breathe.

“Nora, stop...please...”

Oliver saw dark spots dancing in front of his eyes. Someone was there, he couldn’t tell who. “Please, please help me. I don’t care who you are, please help me....”

His world went dark.​

 

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"Fuck!"

Charlie gasped for air, rubbing her injured leg at the same time. She'd kicked the radiator in her sleep again. It was positioned by the head of the bed but somehow her leg managed to land that kick in her sleep on the reg. And that was...the nth nightmare already that night. It was definitely feeling like trying to sleep was far more exhausting than being awake would be, so she gave up. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then mashed her whole tired face. The thin girl stood up, stretched her arms out, and yawned wide.

Charlie put her machine on for one quick espresso shot and then dressed and tied her sneakers on. Her morning jog would bring her the zen that her sleep had not. As she was getting ready, she checked her phone for the tide--it was high tide. Not a lot of room for jogging...oh well. She fucking hated treadmills and she really had no idea where the goddamn gym fob was anyway. She would manage. But she still needed her keys...

Wandering around the apartment in search of keys, Charlie soon forgot what she was looking for as images from her nightmares kept popping into her head. She tried banging them back out but that was not working. She could hear Dr. Crozier's voice in her head--

"Use your grounding skills, Charlotte."

Angry again, Charlie answered the voice,

"Fine, I'll stretch!"

Two birds with one stone, she thought. So she sat on the cold floor, took in a deep breath, and began to stretch as mindfully as she could.

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A little over an hour later she returned from the beach feeling energized and chipper, the nightmares nowhere in sight. Also feeling pretty sandy and sticky, though... So she put on her "dancy morning playlist" and sang and danced her way through a shower, drying her hair just enough, and throwing on a little makeup.

The music was really loud, but it was a loft, a foot or two of bricks between each apartment, so it didn't really matter. Plus all the other artsy-types here were prone to their own bouts of loud noises at odd hours, and Charlie knew and was friendly with all of them--except grumpy Mr. Granger on the third floor, but she was working on that.

Then she spent a long time picking out just the right outfit. She finally ended up with black jeans, a black t-shirt, partially tucked in, an open white button-down shirt, and a long black blazer. Plus lots of silver jewelry--a long necklace, lots of rings, earrings.

Still singing loudly and badly, Charlie went to look at herself in the standing mirror. First she frowned--not good enough--then smiled at herself--best to be confident.

"Heyyy, good-lookin'."

She was uptight about looking perfect today because the T.A. for her impressionism seminar always made a horde of butterflies swarm in her tummy. The goofy girl always set about making dumb jokes trying to make Clara laugh, which she did, but Charlie always wondered if it was in pity. The sound of Clara's heels clicking against the cement floor of the studio made Charlie swoon and also want to hide.

Charlie groaned, annoyed at herself for obsessing, and moved on to thinking about the work she had ahead of her for the day. She checked her watch--better get moving if she wanted to grab that cappuccino on the way. She grabbed her wallet and keys as she hurried out the door, lugging the heavy sliding metal door closed and locking it before dancing down the stairs and out the door, heading off toward campus with Clara on her mind again.

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Good Morning

I think I need to sneeze. Something was sitting on her nose. Spencer shook her head, and the butterfly fluttered off.

“Well, that was a pleasant surprise!” Spencer giggled. She sat up slowly, yawning. “Good morning, Ms. Monarch.” she greeted the butterfly. The orange butterfly fluttered out the open window, leaving Spencer by herself. Except for Althea of course. Spencer leapt our of bed and ran out to the goat pen.

“Good morning, Althea!” she giggled, hugging the goat. Althea gave a surprised bleat, nudging Spencer. “Oh, I’m okay Althea. Just happy this morning. I think today’s going to be a good day.” she shrugged. “I’ll go make us some breakfast.”

Spencer danced her way into the kitchen, setting out a small bale of hay for Althea before getting to her own breakfast. “Hmm, have to go to the farmer’s market today. All out of strawberry preserves. Have to make do with the blackberry ones.” she sighed. It was a little disappointing, but not enough to ruin her day.

She hummed while she prepared a simple breakfast: toast with eggs and blackberry preserves. “I’ll have to see how Rosa and Marge are doing, they’ve seemed a little lonely lately. Maybe you should go visit them.” Spencer nodded to Althea. The goat gave her a dismissive look. “I don’t have any morning classes, so I guess I can tend to those lovely ladies for a while.”

“Hello girls.” Spencer entered the chicken coop, looking to her precious hens. “How are we feeling today?”​

 

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Charlie was giddy walking from her loft toward campus. She put on her headphones with some uplifting Beatles music playing and smiled at every random stranger she passed on the street. She enjoyed the feeling of walking in her heeled boots, the sound of the loud tap on the pavement, the way her leg muscles tensed to hold her balance in them. She even skipped a little--until she realized what she was doing and stopped, looking around quickly to see if anyone saw her acting like a jaunty bloody lunatic.

She yawned. Big and wide and loud and obnoxious.

"I need a cuppa,"

she said to herself. In true Brit fashion, Charlie felt that there was nothing a cup of tea could not cure. She knew the perfect place to go--a little past where she needed to turn to get to the studio, but she had plenty of time. She'd made sure she had time to work before the class started...and in case Clara was there.

So she walked the extra couple of blocks, putting her toward the other end of campus. She grinned when she saw The Roasted Bean, which she much preferred over the damned Starbucks with its quirky, homey atmosphere and tea that was actually good and not just there as an afterthought to fancy coffee-ish drinks.

But as she started walking up the path toward the shop, she saw something--no, someone--out of the corner of her eye. A boy was half-crouched, touching his ankle, his eyes half-closed, his body swaying--Charlie threw off her headphones and ran. She caught him just as he was about to hit the ground.

"Bloody hell!"

she said.

"You almost took a nosedive into the pavement there!"

She looked at him--was he unconscious? Her heart raced, trying to think of what to do.

She looked around. There were a few people walking by, staring as they did so, but hurrying to pass by without getting involved.

"Arseholes,"

she murmured to herself, then turned to the boy and asked, concerned,

"Hey, are you okay?"

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[Walliver]

Apolgies, Miss

I look like some damsel in distress, don’t I? Did I just faint?!

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Oliver looked up at his savior. He saw the soft glint of golden hair, remembering a gentle smile. “Spencer...?” he blinked rapidly, wiping the tears with one hand. Not Spencer, definitely not Spencer. He sat up quickly, moving away from the woman. “Wait, no, who are you?” Oliver looked around. “Where...am I dead...?” he looked at his hands, scraped and a little bloody.

Nope, still alive.

He looked back to her. “Sorry, Miss. Didn’t mean to disrupt your jog.” he turned his gaze to the pavement. His fingers moved, playing invisible notes in the air. He rolled his wrist, whole body shaking. Stupid tics. “I’ll be going then. So sorry, still. I- uh- hope you don’t have to deal with me again.” he stumbled to his feet, wishing he had just passed out instead.
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“You’re weak, Oliver! Weak, such a crybaby. No wonder nobody likes you...”

Oliver looked around, heart stopped in his chest. She’s not here, just breathe. It’s just you and the blonde lady who looks like the British version of your seven-year crush. Oliver reassured himself, looking back at her. “Sorry, sorry. I’m so rude! You’re uh- Charlie, right? From Clearwater University?” he hated the way his voice shook, hated the way he was so unsteady on his feet. Nora would call him something degrading, like Bambi or anything related to a deer in the headlights. His ankle throbbed like it was broken. That would make it harder to escape certain doom, definitely not good.

“I- uh- beans- can you help me? Sorta can’t walk.”

You sound like an idiot. Idiot who has a bruised ankle and bruised pride. You scared this lady half-to-death and now you want her help? “Not helpful, internal monologue.” he mumbled, rubbing his ankle. ​

 

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Charlie looked at him with one eyebrow raised for a minute too long, then snapped back to earth. Did he just call me Beans?

"Of course,"

she said, putting her arm under his and lifting some of his weight. She felt him teeter for a minute and held out her other arm as he regained his footing.

"There you go, right as rain."

She smiled at him but dropped the smile when she saw his expression.

"Erm, yeah, I'm Charlie, nice to meet ya..."

She thought for a second, looking him over.

"Oh, yeah, I think maybe we met... Oliver, yeah?"

Charlie kept trying to shove a thought to the back of her brain. A thought that she recognized something about how Oliver was acting...that he was not just reacting to a physical injury...

Charlie started to try to help Oliver walk, supporting the side of the injured ankle, but as she did so she took a look at him.

"Um, you know... bloody hell, what happened to you... I think... good bloody jesus... maybe you shouldn't be walking?"

She looked at him questioningly. Then she remembered her tea--and an idea sprang to mind.

"Hey, I was about to go into this cafe to grab a cup of tea."

She pointed with her free hand.

"How about if I buy you a cup and you rest that ankle and tell me what really happened there."

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She understands. Oh thank goodness, gracious, Loch Ness Monster. And tea is good, tea is really good. Oliver smiled, looking to Charlie. And she looks like Spencer. Oh, she looks like Spencer! Oliver fought down a blush, turning away again. He’d always been so awkward around girls. Keep it together man, you’re almost 23, shouldn’t be blushing around every girl like an 8th grader.

“I kinda have to walk, seeing as I’m not too comfortable with being carried.” he chuckled nervously. “N-Not th-that I don’t think you could carry me! You’re obviously really strong! I- uh-” he tried to think of something else. “Y-You’re British, right? O-Or, English? Your accent is really cool and you’re really nice to me, random stranger with a hurt ankle.”

Being inside the café was comforting. Being able to sit down was even better. He rolled up the cuff of his pant leg a little more, wincing. “I knew I should have brought my mini first aid kit today.” he muttered, taking a quick look at his ankle. It didn’t look too bad, at least maybe not broken. Oliver didn’t know what he’d do if he couldn’t run, if he could couldn’t even walk. He shook his head. No use dwelling on those things, might as well order some tea.

The tea was warm, really hot as he discovered. Scorched tongue and bad ankle, you’re really accomplishing things today. “Once again, not helpful internal monologue.” he grumbled, holding the cup carefully. “So uhm, you wanted to know what happened, right?”

“I tripped, that's the simple answer. But I was running from one of my hallucinations. I’m pretty sure it was a cryptid, but my therapist says that’s they’re physical manifestations of the things in life that haunt me.”​

 

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Not Today

“Agh, oww. I really need to stop waking up like this...”

Benedict Williams-Taylor rubbed the back of his head, feeling the small lump already forming. Today was one of the days he wanted to just stay at home, bake his worries away. He checked his clock. Early enough to still make a nice pie, maybe give it to someone.

“You don’t eat nearly enough. Have some pie, feel better.”

Ned, as he was known to his few friends, was comforted by his aunt’s voice in his head. She had always been so nice to him, the few times she came over. He’d take her advice then. Ned rolled out of bed, wincing at the crick in his neck. “Definitely should use less moonstones. Oww...”

He quickly pulled on a sweater and jeans before going out to the kitchen. “Cherries...where in the world did I put the cherries?” he rifled through the cabinets, searching through the fridge as well. “No cherries. Sad.” he frowned, looking towards the door. “I’ll just go to the supermarket.”

So Ned slung his satchel (not a purse, not a purse!) over his shoulder and headed outside.​

 

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MOOD: Nervous, excited

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LOCATION: His dorm

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Scotty Ferrari

My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me
so won't you kill me so I die happy?

Scotty frowned at his reflection, his hair still slightly damp from the shower. Of all the days for it to decide to do something weird...and his endless, nervous fussing with it was just making it worse. Scotty sighed, running a brush through it hastily until the dark strands fell in a way that somewhat resembled his usual hair "style."

Scotty usually didn't care all that much what his hair looked like. But tonight was different. He wouldn't just be hanging around the dorm with Kian or tagging along to whatever random party he was off to tonight. Scotty actually had a date. With Sam. They were becoming close, not just flirtatious classmates but friends, maybe even close friends.

Okay, maybe "friends" wasnt quite the right term to describe their relationship. Friends that flirted constantly, joked about making out, and the idea of going even further than that to mutually relieve each other of their respective virginities. It was was a grey area for sure, but whatever they were, Scotty definitely wasn't complaining.

A soft knock pulled him out of his thoughts, and he opened his door to Sam giving him a shy greeting, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "Hey," He returned a shy smile. "Come on in." Stepping aside for her to enter, he watched her perch on the edge of his bed. Scotty followed, reclining back on his pillows, chuckling at Sam as she lingered nervously on the edge. "Hey, come heeeere..." He grabbed for her wrist, tugging her towards him.

Once they were laying side by side, he grabbed the remote to switch on whatever film they'd agreed upon beforehand, then tossed it aside. Five seconds in and the movie was already pretty much forgotten, however, all of his attention focused on Sam and her glorious female form sprawled across his bed beside him.

"You..um...look nice," He grinned, his gaze drawn to Sam's shorts and bare thighs. His hand automatically followed suit, running his palm down her thigh, marveling at her impossibly soft skin. If she hadn't already known, it would be obvious from the dumbfounded, glazed look in his eye that he'd never touched a woman so intimately before, intoxicated by the tactile gratification of her smooth skin coupled with the visual delight of studying the curves of her body at the same time. "Uh..is this okay?" Scotty asked sheepishly, as if finally broken out of his trance. His gaze flicking back up to meet hers, but he couldn't quite force himself to pry his groping hand off of her until he got a firm "no."

Lying on his side, Scotty ran his hand from her legs, up her side to drape an arm around her. "Mmm...MY Sammy," He murmured with a dreamy grin and pulled Sam closer to him, placing a kiss on her forehead. Completely content in this moment, he was also blissfully unaware of how confusing a statement like that might be to her, since he'd so far failed to get off his ass and ask her to be his girlfriend. "You smell really good." Scotty remarked, nuzzling his face against Sam's neck and ear while playfully sniffing at her like a puppy. "And you taste really good," He joked, adding a few very gentle nibbles and kisses to her neck.

And it wasn't as if he didn't think about, even fantasize about, such a thing. But the idea of acquiring an actual girlfriend? It always sounded really nice, yet some remote possibility that seemed way too unattainable a concept to even hope for.

But Sam? As his girlfriend? That was somehow...different. That could theoretically happen. She was right there, in his bed, and seemingly interested in him. Plus the thought of Sammy dating anyone else made him indescribably angry. Not to mention the idea of going steady with Sam made his heart feel like it might leap out of his chest as if trying to escape, unable to handle such a happy, warm, and tender thought.

But how interested was Sam really? Having a date once in a while, kissing, messing around was one thing. But did Sam even have room in her life for a boyfriend? She seemed wholly preoccupied most of the time between classes, homework, studying, working, the myriad extra credit assignments she inexplicably felt the need to request.

How did he know she wouldn't laugh in his face for even suggesting it? Okay, so maybe that was unlikely, but Scotty was in uncharted territory here, in a highly unfamiliar situation, and maybe it was just easier to come up with excuses not to try than to actually attempt something difficult. That was just how Scotty functioned, and it had gotten him this far in life, after all.

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Samantha Jones

Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep

Samantha glanced at her surroundings, feeling the need to pinch herself to make sure she was dreaming. Just as she was about to fully convince herself to do so, Scotty proved it was very much real by pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead. Smiling up at him, the usually sharp girl didn't even register that he'd said anything at all regarding who she belonged to. Instead, she a flashed a smile, and opted to look away as he complimented her fragrance. A sort of giggle, escaped her lips as he nuzzled into her. "I........what?" She questioned, somewhat concerned until his mouth was on her neck. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Though it was so soft that it would be easy to ignore, a gasp escaped Sam's lips. ''I'm glad you think so. Apparently I enjoy being tasted too.'' She returned the joke, though she wasn't certain he was listening.

She was glad he was preoccupied with his tasting though. It meant he wasn't looking at her. More specifically than her just maybe not fitting into his beauty standards, she was also praying he didn't look at her eyes.

If he looked, he'd see there were clear dark circles underneath from her lack of sleep. And he'd see how red and splotchy they were from a crying fit she'd had in her bathroom the night before, because she had through all the chaos of her overachieving forgotten about an assignment that was due by midnight. He didn't need to know about any of that. He especially didn't need to know about how much stress it was causing her. He'd say something stupid like how she was crazy and needed to relax. But relaxing and not doing everything she could to ensure she had good enough grades to maintain her scholarship, and enough money to actually live, was a luxury she didn't get to have. But Scotty would never understand that. And besides. Why should she have to explain it to him? He wasn't her boyfriend or anything, he was.........what was he?

They were friends, but clearly it wasn't just that. Scotty was the first boy she'd considered seriously dating, and she was..........the one girl who liked him back. And though incredibly pathetic that, she was maintaining a relationship with him, knowing that fact, she liked him too much to have any self respect about it.

She glanced over at him once more, feeling infinitely more awkward now that he'd stopped.Should she do something? Was it her turn to do the acts of affection? Adjusting her position, so she was lying on her side, directly facing him. She was still in his arms, but when there was silence, she felt a little bit like there was more distance between them than there actually was. Her hand started moving, and found itself cupping Scotty's face gently. And then she edged ever so slightly closer.

"Can I kiss you?" She whispered, looking down at Scotty's chest to avoid eye contact. ''Just........tell me if you want me to stop.'' She instructed him, while adjusting her body to move even closer to him. And then her lips were on his. What the actual fuck? Samantha Jones was getting her first kiss. The only thing that could've made the moment better, she mused as she waited for Scotty to either reciprocate or push her away, was if she knew where they stood.


Was a boyfriend too much to hope for? Too insane?

Was Scotty only really interested in getting laid by the first girl who'd have him? And not a relationship? Though it wasn't impossible for him to want a girlfriend, she was also acutely aware of his........fuckboy attitude. And that there were other girls who wanted him. Like Quinn's coworker who offered to deflower him. But did it fully sink in for Scotty that others wanted him? And would she be his first choice if he did know that?

And even if Scotty ended up wanting commitment, there was another issue. Sam. She wasn't exactly sure that she was built for love. She wanted it for sure, but was she made to recieve it? She panicked when faced with romantic scenarios, she was madly in love with coding, and she felt safest when she could work alone. Was it a stretch for Scotty to believe she was too bitchy or ambitious to be dateworthy?

UGH this was killing her. The suspense, the teasing, the waiting. Sam didn't normally do this. She liked knowing everything, and not knowing this one thing was gonna be the end of her. She knew it. But as she waited for Scotty's response, she hoped this date would provide at least some closure.

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Fabian awoke with the sun shining in his eyes and a slight smile on his face. His fingers played with the dewy green grass for a moment as he collected himself, feeling serene with the sensations of the warm sun above him and the cool, damp earth below him.

He rolled over and his fingers switched from playing with the grass to lightly swirling around the skin of the bare-chested boy beside him. He was about to wake the young man--Antoine, whose powerful poetry Fabian had been entranced by at an open mic night at the local coffee shop--but he was struck by the beauty of this innocent soul sleeping in the fresh morning air.

Fabian rolled over the other way and got up as slowly and cautiously as he could. Looking around, he found his sack a couple of paces to the left, hanging on a branch of a tree along with some of their clothing. They had wandered into the park, talking about poetry and poets and words, and in a secluded area had found themselves drawn to one another's flesh. Now Fabian lifted his shirt off the branch and put it on but left it unbuttoned. He folded Antoine's clothing nicely and put it back, as it had been tossed up there haphazardly in the darkness and frenzy of the night before.

Fabian fished a pencil and his small notebook/sketchbook out of his sack and found a drier place to sit on the roots of a very large tree. He sat down and began to sketch the sleeping boy.

He was nearly finished when Antoine began to stir. Fabian put his pencil down and smiled as Antoine looked a little startled at first, then looked happy and slightly lustful again when his eyes landed on Fabian.

"Were you drawing me?" Antoine asked.

"Yes, I was," Fabian said.

Antoine stared.

"You looked so pure lying there in the wet grass I felt compelled to capture it." Fabian hurried to fetch Antoine's clothing as the young man stood up, looking a bit abashed at his naked form. Antoine smiled and kissed Fabian when he handed him his clothing.

Fabian smiled back as Antoine hurried to dress himself. "I need to be going, I have a class soon."

"Oh, okay, yeah," Antoine said. "Um...did anyone come by?"

Fabian looked at him.

"I mean, did anyone see us?"

"We've been alone," Fabian said.

"Cool," Antoine said as he finished lacing his shoes and stood back up to look at Fabian. "Look, uh...could we, like...keep this between us?"

Fabian looked at Antoine inquisitively. Reading him, studying him.

"Of course," Fabian said. "I would never." He smiled and began walking back through the trees, toward the path.

Antoine followed him, trudging laboriously behind. "So, um..."

They reached the top of the hill and came upon the path out of the park and stopped. Fabian looked at Antoine, who was breathing a little heavily, and brushed his hand against his cheek. "You should trust yourself more, Antoine," Fabian said with a serene smile.

Antoine gave back a confused, hesitant smile. "So will I see you again?"

Fabian looked at him, smiled, and started down the path.

"Will you be at the next poetry slam?" Antoine asked.

"Perhaps," Fabian said.

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Jorden pushed his way through the double doors of the building that held his math class, backpack slung over his shoulder. He had no real desire to attend his math class, but it was a general education course he needed for his degree, and part of his agreement with his parents is that not only would he attend all his classes, but he would do well in all of them. Unfortunately, that meant his Gen Eds as well as all the courses he took for his major and minor. He considered pass failing it, but the lecture it would earn him from his dad really wasn't worth the effort, so he had to do decent enough in the class that his GPA wouldn't drop. He wasn't horrible at math, but it really wasn't his favorite.

He scanned the room before deciding to take a seat solidly in the middle. It wasn't a tiny class by any means, but it was small enough that the professor remembered at least a few of their names, Jorden included. He didn't want to sit in the front and get cold called, but he also didn't want to be seen as somebody who sat in the back and didn't pay attention. Besides, if he did find himself back there, he'd probably get distracted by something, or zone out and completely miss what the professor was saying.

As he sat down, he dropped his backpack and pulled out his laptop. It took a long moment to start up, producing a low whine, and he glanced around to see if anybody took notice. There was a stray eye or two his way, but the classroom was empty enough that it didn't phase him. When he glanced down at his phone, he realized there was still a good seven minutes until class started, and the professor hadn't even arrived yet. As his computer started up, he relaxed back in his seat and waited for everybody else to pile into room.

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"Nathan" - Nathaniel Hill

upset nursing home’s parking lot outfit Felix, Candy Qwertycakes Avril tamarapasek

“I can’t accept those flowers, you are not my husband. You look similar, but you are not my Henry!” Nathan shouldn’t have been as shocked by those words as he was. He was used to his grandma not remembering him, but she had never refused any gifts he gave to her. Nathan almost wanted to look away from the old woman. She was smiling warmly, but the gaze in her eyes was what upset him. She was smiling and acting polite, but her eyes had that cold look that she would normally show only to strangers. Nathan had seen that unfamiliar gaze so many times, it wasn’t uncommon for grandma Viktorija to not remember her relatives despite Nathan being the only one visiting her. No matter how many times he had seen the cold gaze, he couldn’t get used to it. Grandma Viktorija had been the one to raise him and the one to always be there for him. It was hard when a person so dear to you, was not able to remember you.

Nathan has secretly hoped she could help him. But nowadays it wasn’t Nathan who was relying on her, but the other way around. And sometimes she just didn’t let him close like now. Nathan would have loved to ask Viktorija’s opinion about his current relationship. He and candy were doing fine, they were as lovey-dovey as usually, but there were things Nathan hasn't mentioned about himself. He was afraid that would ruin their relationship. In his previous relationship, he had been a complete ass towards, Ronan, Candy's close friend. Nathan wasn't sure if she could forgave him, if that ever came up. It wasn't only that, but also Candy's ex. Felix was really cold towards him. Nathan wasn't sure if Ronan had something to do with Felix's negative attitude. He had denied it, but Nathan wasn't sure if he could trust to Ronan. He hoped that the case was just Felix just disliking him. That could be fixed, the other stuff.. not so easily. The double date was making him nervous enough, even without this added drama.

Nathan started to get lost in his thoughts. It was getting hard to breathe and seeing his grandma like that didn’t help at all. “Why is there a stranger in my room?” Grandma Viktorija looked at the nurse in charge. Nathan opened his mouth before the nurse was able to say anything. “Grandma, It’s me Nathan. I’m your grandson. I’m the son of Sofija.” That sentence made her frown. “No, that can’t be. Baby Nathan isn’t even a year old!” Nathan started to feel like there was no point to see his grandma today. Apparently the nurse felt sympathetic, since she tried to change the subject. “Mrs. Ikaunieks, aren’t these flowers so pretty? What if I get a vase and put them in your room”, the young nurse said with a strong voice and angelic smile. Though that smile was nothing compared to Candy’s smile.

Grandma Viktorija kept saying she wouldn’t accept flowers from a stranger. So Nathan took the flowers and went away from grandma’s room. The nurse followed him. “I’m so sorry. Dealing with Alzheimer patients is like this sometimes. It’s great you still keep visiting her!” She touched his shoulder in a way that was supposed to be comforting. She was much shorter than Nathan so she had to stand on her toes. Nathan tried to form a smile, even though he felt like not doing that. “Right! She also has her bright moments, when she remembers me. I don’t want to miss those moments.” The nurse looked like she was going to cry. “You know what? I’m going to give these flowers to you.” The nurse looked surprised yet happy. “I hope I’m not being meddlesome.. but do you mind giving your phone number to me? We could talk more about you and your grandma.” Wait.. was this girl trying to do what Nathan thought she was doing?

“Are you hitting on me?” It just splurred out of his mouth and made the nurse blush heavily. “You know..” Nathan just now bothered to look at her name tag. “...Rose. I accept your effort, but I’m happily in a relationship.” Nathan didn’t stay to hear her excuses, or apologies or whatever she was going to say. He walked away with the heavy door making a noise as it shut down behind him. Nathan sat on his 2021 edition Audi Q3. He didn’t start the car yet. He needed to calm down and take a breath. Then he realized it. “Shit.. I should have given those flowers to Candy instead."

Nathan just sat in his car for a while. He would've liked to calm down for a longer time, but he would be late from the double date if he did that. Before starting the car and riding away, he took his phone and opened an WhatsApp conversation. It was a group chat that had the couples in it, Nathan + Candy and Felix + Avril. Hey you all, ready for the date? I just visited my grandma and will drive to the park. Let's meet at the fountain close to the park entrance. See you in ten minutes! Nathan pushed the 'send button' and reassured himself for the last time: It's going to be fun and you will enjoy it. Just be yourself.

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My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me
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"Ohhh, you like that?" He growled in a hushed, amorous tone, kissing her neck much deeper. "Oh wait.." A feigned, exaggerated gasp escaped him, as if just remembering something important. "l must not be doing my job then. Didn't you ask for a harsher sentence?" Scotty teased, and without warning launched a suprise attack of ruthlessly tickling her ribs and sides. He chuckled, fully amused watching her try to squirm out of his grasp, finally relenting after a while to avoid a possible punch to the face like she'd warned him about, accidental or otherwise.

There was a sort of awkward silence then, Scotty smiling at Sam curiously as she seemed to be pondering her next move. His smile faded into a look of flustered suprise when Sam suddenly asked to kiss him, however. Fuck fuck fuck...this was an ideal scenario, Sam straight up offering a kiss so he wouldn't have to agonize all night over guessing if she wanted to or not. Yet suddenly Scotty's voice seemed to be caught in his throat. He stammered for a moment, looking away with a bashful smile. Luckily, Sam didn't wait for him to feebly cough up an answer, as he suddenly found her soft lips pressed against his.

Holy fucking shit, was he actual sharing a kiss with Sammy? His first kiss period. It felt so incredible that it revived Scotty's malfunctioning brain just in time to eagerly kiss back, pulling Sam closer to feel her pressed against him. He scrambled to pull his hoodie off revealing a white t-shirt underneath, breaking their kiss just long enough to awkwardly struggle with getting the sweatshirt over his head. Scotty laughed when he finally pulled it off, pausing to gaze at Sam with total adoration while he absently tossed the annoyance across the room.

"Fuck...you're so hot." Scotty breathlessly remarked before diving in for another long kiss. He began inching a hand under her shirt as he did so, groping around cautiously in case Sam should tell him to knock it off. Once convinced he seemed to be getting the green light, he continued to happily paw at her soft skin and underthings, now completely enthralled in his work of lovingly kissing all over her neck.

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''Sweet dreams, babe'' Avril whispered to sleeping Genevieve, sitting on the edge of her bed. She knew she should probably leave. After all, Chicken Pox wasn't exactly something she could fix by staying in the room wit her. Gen would be just fine taking her nap. She had other things to do anyway. But still,she felt glued to Gen's bed. She was her baby after all. And no matter the logic, she'd never want to leave her baby while she was sick.

But she had to force herself. Though Gen, would always be her top priority, there was another issue that was much more imminent. Much less unconcious than sleeping Gen. The double date. What a fool she'd been to accept that offer. What part of her could've thought it was a good idea? Her and Felix's relationship grew more strained as time went by. Never an outright fight, yes but that didn't change the fact that her boyfriend was slowly drifting away from her. They'd been so lovey dovey before, but now she didn't know what to do. Could she make him love her again? But there was also the issue of Ms Candice Brixley, the biggest bitch to ever bitch. She didn't like Avril at all. That much was clear. The snarky comments about her homeliness, homelessness, and homebodiness were all conveniently ignored by Felix though. How could he pay her mind, when he was too busy glaring daggers into the back of Nathan's head?

Nope. Once Avril got down the rabbit hole it would be near impossible for her to stop. She sighed, and exited Gen's bedoom, and entered the living room. Slinging a bag over her shoulder, she cleared her throat, with no response. ''Baaaaaaaaabe!'' She called out, though not to the extent of a scream. ''It's time to go!'' Once Felix appeared to her, she smiled happily. ''Took ya long enough babe.'' She teased lightly, taking his hand to lead him out to the car.

The ride to the park was tense and quiet. She wasn't exactly doing her part to break the ice, but she kept a general upbeat demeanor, whether it be humming along to the radio, or leaning over to kiss him on the cheek during traffic. But sadly Felix did't match her mood. She scowled. As they got closer and closer, she grew quieter and quieter until the only sound made was a tiny click to signify that the doors were being unlocked. It was like dealing with a brick wall. A brick wall she'd love more than any person, but still a brick wall.

After they'd both exited the car, they silently walked towards the fountain they'd previously agreed to meet up by. Sitting down on a nearby bench, she gestured for Felix to do the same. When he did, she just rested her head on his shoulder. She was really. truly, and honestly drained of her energy. But she had to make one last bid for Felix to open up. ''Babe?'' she whispered, glancing up at him ''Is something on your mind?''

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Ben was almost sweating by the time he reached the park. He had gotten ready in record time to meet Nika, but had started playing with Sol to calm his anxiety, and by the time he realized what time it was, it was almost time for them to meet up. Living on the top floor of the dorms was never ideal, but it was especially vexing when he was racing a clock. He almost toppled down the stairs on his way out of the building, but by the sheer grace of whatever blessed him from above, he made it out of the building and to the benches behind his dorm with all his limbs intact.

He managed to arrive before her, but not by much. Ben glanced at his phone one last time before pocketing it with a nervous sigh and taking a seat on one of the benches. His hands felt oddly empty with nothing to hold, so he tucked them in between his knees and knotted his fingers together, squeezing tight as if it could unlodge the nerves that had stuck themselves in his chest. The more logical part of his brain knew that, at the end of the day, he could go back to his dorm and his cats and however it panned out, he would be okay in the end. The less rational voice in his head worried that, in breaking up with Nika, he would tank any chance of them ever being on good terms, and their mutual friends would decide to cut ties with him as a result.

He should have more faith in Nika, he told himself. After all, while he may not be in love with her, he did love her. She was kind, and above all, accepting. He really had thought he loved her, but the recent realization about his sexuality had thrown all that into contention. The past week had been spent in a flux state, contemplating the difference between romance and friendship. It wasn't like this sudden revelation had changed the way he felt together; it was all the same, the laughing and the talking and the fun he had when he was with her. But when he looked at her, really looked, it didn't stir anything. He didn't feel anything more than a friendly intimacy when she grabbed his hand, whereas he felt his face get hot when the guy at the animal shelter nudged his shoulder while showing him one of the kittens. In fact, it had put him into such a daze, the guy at the shelter had convinced him to adopt another kitten before Ben had even realized he'd done it.

No, there really wasn't any doubt. Breaking up with Nika was really all he could do, and more importantly, it was the right choice. In this moment, he owed her honesty, and the chance to find somebody who could love her in a way he couldn't.

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[Myling]

"RONAN" - Ronan Chanthara

excited his dorm room outfit Kieran LooneyLani

Ronan was just waking up. It was warm and soft. Normally waking up in the morning felt colder. But this morning was different since he wasn’t alone. Ronan’s and Kieran’s bodies were pressed against each other. Ronan’s bed was so small that the two of them were really cuddling against each other. That’s where the warmth came. Ronan wanted to stay like that for a little while longer, but he couldn’t sleep anymore thanks to the light shining behind the curtain. Ronan couldn’t help but open his eyes. It was way too bright. How funny it was that the only window in the small dorm room was able to bring that much light? Ronan looked at Kieran who was still sleeping. He looked extremely cute and Ronan couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He didn’t want to wake up the other male, so he carefully moved his hand away, and got up from the bed. It wasn’t unnatural for the two to wake up from the same bed, even though it hadn’t happened a lot lately. To Ronan Kieran came first as a friend, but he was also a super hot, so why wouldn’t he use that for his own gain?

No. He couldn’t think that right now! After all they were currently rivals in love, and Ronan would be the one to get the hot art teacher to himself. Not that Ronan actually needed more people to love. There were already tons of people he wanted to fu.. find love with. Like Alex. Ronan was intrigued by him and wanted to get to know him better. However, ending up as his lover wasn't a realistic object at all. Nothing good came from dating straight guys. That much Ronan had learnt, thanks to Nathan mostly. Straight guys would say they loved you, but they would never leave their girlfriend for you. Ronan knew that much, but he just couldn’t change his feelings. Ronan already had his hands full of strings that belonged to different hearts. But on the other hand… was there a rule on how many lovers you could have? Being loved by many people wouldn’t hurt anyone. Right?

With these thoughts Ronan started the coffee machine. Then he went to take care of his morning routines, washing his teeth and stuff. After being mostly finished with them, he went back to the coffee machine. The coffee had boiled and filled the small dorm room with it’s bitter smell. He picked a cup and poured the dark liquid in it. Ronan and Kieran would have an art class as their first class, and the hot milf would be the teacher of that class. Ronan wasn’t the most studious person, but he liked art classes. Also having a hot art teacher just made him more motivated. Perhaps he could ask for a private class.. he had really struggled with art history lately and he couldn’t draw faces perfectly, even though it was his forte.

As Ronan finished his coffee, he looked at the clock of his phone. Shit. Fifteen minutes and the class would start. He drank the last drops of his coffee, and put the cup down. He walked back to Kieran to the other side of the room. It only took a couple steps since the dorm room was a tiny one. Ronan ripped off the blanket Kieran was under. “Kieraan! Time to wake and get your ass up. We can’t be late from Ms. Third eye’s class!” Ronan almost screamed. That of course, wasn’t the teacher's actual name, but a dumb nickname the class had made. It was sort of fitting since she radiated such big hippie energy. However Ronan should really start remembering her actual name in order to impress her. Ronan looked down at Kieran again. “Wait.. why am I helping you? If I go early maybe I will get some alone time with her.” After this realization he put shoes on and got closer to the outdoor.

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