Fandom Gossip Girl (RP)

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Matt’s day had started out pretty well. Nikolai and him were among the same stock - friends with benefits who were currently living together and sleeping in the same bed. Therefore, he was doing pretty alright with himself.

Well, his parents weren’t happy that he was keeping a friend over for so long. Brett had pulled him aside, quietly asking how much longer Nikolai was going to take. And Matt hadn’t had an answer for him.

“Matteo.” God, he hated lectures from Brett. Brett wasn’t actually his uncle, but more… family friend. In fact, most of the people that lived with him were “family friends.” But Brett had a way of staring at him that got under his skin and made him feel… things. “You know the longer they stay here, the longer-“
“Yeah, I’m aware.” Matt had mumbled, kicking his feet and not looking Brett in the eyes
“Look at me, Matteo.” When Brett told him to do something, he did it. Matt had been trained that way since birth. Brett was his combat instructor. Matt may not have looked it, but he was… solid. Strong core, lots of cardio. Fast and long runner. Endurant. And combat trained - sorta. He knew his way around a gun and a knife, that is to say. Brett tried his hardest to make him good with his fists but well… Brett managed to pin him more times than not. He wasn’t particularly strong, but he was endurant. Could take a beating and keep running and keep his wits. Good for the scrawny, nerdy child of two mercenaries that did a lot of… shady things.

“You know what happens if your friend finds out, right?” Brett grabbed his “son’s” shoulder tightly.
“We move.” Matt said flatly, unflinchingly. Technically he only had two parents, but he’d been raised by their entire group, passed around so that he could be kept out of combat best as he could. A lot of precautions had been taken to keep him safe, especially because his parents had elected to take him with them instead of settling down properly.

“Good kid. You know I worry about you.” The grip on his shoulder was softer. A hand on his cheek.
“You do.” Flat. Emotionless. He knew Brett worried about his apathy. Objectively it was good for the kind of life they lived. But for a growing boy? Not so much.
“Matt, we can always talk to Dr Foster again if we need it.” Another family friend. The company’s appointed therapist. Definitely not trained specifically for the youth, but hey. They had to make do.
“Nah. It’s cool.” Matt said with a shrug. Family were the only people allowed to call him Matteo. Matteo was his “military” mode. Not the sarcastic slutty asshole that he portrayed himself as. He absolutely despised fellow classmates and teachers calling him Matteo - it meant that he had to follow orders. Be a good soldier. Matt was for when he was in a personal interaction. Matt turned to leave

“Matteo.” Matt stopped dead in his tracks
“It’s fine, promise." Fake smile back. Brett was trained to find lies, but he never said anything about it. "Nikolai will be gone within… the month. Promise.”
“Okay, but they’re worried.” They, meaning the rest of the family. Including his parents. Who didn’t talk to him much. Too busy trying to not die to do that.

In fact, this was the most his ‘family” had talked to him in a couple of weeks, and it was to make sure his friend was going to be leaving soon. Fuck, Dr Foster would probably say this was why he slept around so much or some fucking nonsense like that.

Besides that, Matt’s day started out fucking excellently, thank you very much (lil wink wonk for the people in the audience) and he drove to school where he flirted with a couple of his classmates for fun in first period, got a 100% on his essay, and made out with a girl that he was having a fling with.

He liked playing around with multiple people at the same time, after all. Easier to keep people disengaged when they knew that he was playing with others.

So anyways, that led to lunch where he was in a very good mood after Nikolai had made good on his promise and Matt was smoking a cigarette in the usual meetup spot behind the cafeteria of another one of his flings: Toby.

Now Matt didn’t feel much for anyone. There were a couple of carnal pleasures in this world that gave him any kind of feeling - eating food was one of them, arguing was another, doing stupid dares and pranks was his third, and having meaningless flings was his fourth. Outside of those specifically four things, most of his opinions were very ambivalent. Very bored most of the time with everything.

However, he did feel just a little twinge of guilt for what he’d accidentally done to Toby.

Simply put, Matt had been new to the school, and had done his thing with Toby. All good, meaningless fun. But he’d never really cared too much about school gossip or whatever - not in any of the schools he’d ever attended. It was all meaningless anyways, all the same nonsense no matter where he went.

So, when Adriana had come to him after a fight with her boyfriend for a “meaningless” fling, Matt had agreed readily. Adriana had not broken up with her boyfriend, like Matt had assumed at the time. He’d thought it’d been a rebound kind of deal. No, it was a way of getting back at her boyfriend. He didn’t like that.

One time, he accidentally had a thing with the quarterback’s girlfriend, but apparently he’d stumbled right into the middle of a love triangle thing between the quarterback and the lead hitter of the baseball team.

He’d not had the best of time getting beaten up first by the football team, and then by the baseball team. Swore off people’s girlfriends right then and there. So yeah, he was a bit pissed that he’d been lied to. Wasn’t going to deal with that bullshit ever again.

Contrary to popular belief, he treated his flings and ex-flings with the utmost care and respect. For example, see him opening his home to Nikolai so they could crash there while their mom did their lil… thing. It was just the ones that he had to crush that he didn’t treat particularly kindly. As long as you didn’t develop feelings, he was perfectly fine with getting chocolate or opening his home (with prior warning) or even backing someone up in an argument.

And even then, him being particularly nice to someone who developed a crush on him would just lead them on further. It was better for them to push him or punch him or kick him in the dick rather than him gently rubbing their backs and telling them that everything would be alright. People got over him quicker if he was an ass. Less heartbreak involved.

So it did sting him a bit, ate at his conscience a bit, that he’d then proceeded to fuck Toby’s sister. And now listen, before people got up in arms about this too, keep in mind that Matt had really just been joking around when he’d propositioned. And it took two to tango here. Anyways, Toby was one of Matt’s few regrets out there.

But in any case, he still politely snuffed the cigarette out as he watched Toby approach. Gave him the proper lil handshake that guys did with their friends

Unlike his Twitter presence, which required him to actually state his thought process and that he riled up when he was particularly bored, Matt was a man of surprisingly few words when he didn’t feel like it. Or when he was trying to be discreet. He didn’t give a hey or a how you doin’. All he did was do the handshake and cracked a small grin from his usual broodingly aloof expression.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Straight to the point as always. Unflinchingly so. “Thought it was a one time deal.”

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It’s pretty safe to say that Otto had uploaded some content onto his OnlyFans this morning before going to school. Doing OnlyFans at like, 6 in the morning or something? Well, why not? It’s also safe to say that Chanteloup had photobombed all of the pictures. Cats, am I right? It was only her jumping up onto the bed and being in the background but still. Well, save for the last picture where Chanteloup jumped onto the boy's shoulders. Otto sat down in his rolling chair at his desk, pulling up the OF website on his computer.

He leaned back with a mug of hot chocolate in hand, sipping on it as the pictures were uploaded. Otto set the mug down, typing away at his computer for a few minutes, before straightening his posture. He then closed out of the OnlyFans tab, picking the warm mug back up to slurp up some more of the warm, energizing drink. Amazing how he was doing this without his parents finding out, he was doing it under their noses basically you could say. Also, it should stay that way. His parents would definitely kill him if they found out that Otto was doing this. (Unless he could somehow convince them that it isn’t anything bad).

Otto was going to be saying hello to get another paycheck and that also meant more desserts for him. Hey now, could you really blame Otto for blowing the money on sweets? He stared at his computer screen blankly, finishing off his morning drink and pushing himself away from his desk. Right, he should probably start getting ready for school now. Otto leaned forward, setting the empty cup on his nightstand before standing up from his seat and stretching his body.

It didn’t take him long to pick out his outfit, a plain white shirt with pink overalls that had a cat in the middle and the little words ‘high five’ above said cat. Otto zipped up his chest binder, slipping the plain shirt over his head and stepping into the overalls before pulling them up. Fingers carded through his wild, fluffy hair and he pulled it back, tying it up into a short, but neat, ponytail.

He went into the bathroom to do his makeup and to finish getting ready. By the time he was done, his heart was racing against his chest from how hasty he had been to get ready.

What? Of course Otto takes his own food to school with him! Mostly stuff like a bag of pretzels, leftover strawberry cake, and semolina pudding (that he made himself mind you). Salty and sweet. Oh well, he's ready for school now.

Lunchtime was something that Otto always looked forward to at school. You could basically call it a small break from class. Speaking of which, it's lunchtime now.

Otto walked into the cafeteria, taking a look around before heading over to one of the empty tables and he helped himself to sitting down. Well, he didn’t mind being the only one at the table for now.

He set his coffee onto the table after taking a large swallow of it as well as his food. Otto worked his way into the cake, taking a few bites as most of his attention was focused on his phone. Otto then proceeded to poke and stab at his food with the plastic fork whilst he played on his phone to pass the time. He wasn't expecting anyone to come up to him anytime soon (he wouldn't turn anyone away who tried to sit with him of course).

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Bean awoke to paws on her face. Slowly, her eyes opened to see big, blue ones staring straight back at her. Ayote the cat, of course. Bean sighed big and groaned before she relented and opened her eyes once more.

"Alright, alright. I'm up."

The cat, with his extremely odd sense of understanding, moved off of Bean's chest and hopped off the bed, going to stand near the crib in Bean's room.

It was a well kept secret of Bean's. That she had a son that is. The boy, two years old, was posed as Bean's little brother and the time away was explained as a mental breakdown and an ensuing hospital stay. Bean's son, Thiago, was still too young to understand, but had just started calling Bean Mamá. Suffice to say they didn't go out much and she only told her closest friends. Mostly just Ren who came over every once in a while for food and to spend time there.

Thiago was awake already, standing in his crib and smiling. The kid was usually quiet save for when he had strong emotions and tantrums. Right now he just waited for mom to wake up so he could play with his fluffy friend.

"Oh mijo," Bean cooed, getting out of bed and lifting Thiago out of his crib and placing him on the mat next to it so he could softly pat the big white cat.

Bean then took to her dresser to dress for the day. Like any other teenager, Bean didn't dress like a mom, but since having her son, her style had definitely changed. She was self conscious now. Before she had been thinner and though she regained that same size after a year of hard workouts and healthy eating, her wardrobe still hadn't gone back to the way it was before she was pregnant and conscious of her weight and size. So she pulled out an oversized sweater and some joggers. She pulled her curly hair into a messy bun and slipped on some white sneakers. It wasn't the fanciest or most fashionable like some of the kids at school, but it was comfy and made her feel better. From there Bean took Thiago to the kitchen for breakfast with her mom and then was off to school, kissing both Thiago and Ayote goodbye and telling her mom she loved them all.

The school bus was a short ride and though Bean thought it sucked that she couldn't drive, she was also relieved that she didn't have to face that fear yet. Going through class like a zombie, Bean couldn't wait for lunch. She didn't have too many friends, but she knew a lot of people. One of those people was Otto and he was sitting by himself. She wandered over with her food and sat straight across from him.

Otto was a pretty cute kid. He had a thing for sugar and sweets and probably that Victor kid, but he also had the most adorable fluffy hair that reminded Bean of Thiago that consequentially made Bean want to baby him. So she did.

"What's up, kiddo?" she asked, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite as she focused on the fluffy haired kid in front of her.

 

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  Nikolai’s mom was complicated. She loved her child the way she loved herself, by expecting perfection and punishing inadequacy. Right now the tensions were high as she was getting ready for her show in Paris, tensions that would be taken out on them. So they’d been at Matt’s for a week. They paid him handsomely of course. Cash wasn’t his currency of choice, not like Nikolai would be willing to get paid that way. They needed this time away though. They were running low on OF drafted content and several of the bruises they had weren’t the erotic kind. Hiding those in the dim light of a club or in a darkened room was easy, but in full photographic lighting was another task. Even concealer was falling down on the job. KVD why must you lie like this?
  
  Regardless of familial relations, things were perfect. Three Instagram posts a day, one OnlyFans image a day and a video a week, tutoring weekday afternoons, stripping Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night, sprinkle in a few other social media posts through out the week, and cleaning pools weekend mornings, not to mention AP courses and a stellar social life, they were busy enough to keep their mind off of it. Especially when Matt was ever so kind to lend them his bed and co. Especially in the early morning. How nice of Matt to consider the needs of a morning person. It was almost enough cardio for them to skip the morning run. Almost. Though he wasn’t very familiar with the area Matt lived in, turn right enough times and you’ll get back to the starting point.
  
  Back at Matt’s, they showered (in a bathroom that was surprisingly a place of purity) and by the time she was ready, he was gone. They didn’t need to spend more time together, but carpooling was better for the environment! Matt probably didn’t care. Like most days, she drove far too fast to her destination, a blatant disregard of safety for them and anyone else unfortunate enough to be around. They made it unscathed and half an hour before classes. Poggers. Maybe they could sneak in a little nap before class.
  
  Shit, it was half way through first period by the time they woke up. It was fine! They could get someone else’s notes later. Where were they? Derivatives. Oh. Those. No wonder they stayed asleep. Math was fine, but it was repetitive.
  
  The rest of class went as expected, another nap during free period, nailing it. It was during lunch when things went south. Um… what the fuck was this?
  
  Okay, no one panic. This was money right? Yeah new money. She already wasn’t seeing her mom so it was fine. Vanish before she sees the tabloids.
  
  Matt was nice enough to extend their stay. Maybe he did care about some things. And others offered condolences. No amount of condolences would unlink this association anymore. Even Hannah Montana couldn’t keep her identity secret forever, and it looked like Eros’s blonde wig was snatched in front of the whole Internet.
  
  Nikolai could confidently say they’d had worse days. Their following had doubled before lunch even ended and the current balance was more than they’d made in a week from their other four jobs combined, yes even stripping. It was strange knowing most of the school had seen her and would continue to see her naked on their phones or computers. This was never entirely avoidable, but they'd hoped it would happen slower. Maybe on a slow Sunday afternoon and not on a school day. But money was money and if these rich kids wanted to supply, who was he to say no? The list was getting longer and the names more recognizable.
  
  However damage control was proving all consuming. Most people were supportive, even if they weren’t subscribed, but Nikolai didn’t care about the opinion of most people, only a selection of some people.
  
  Of course Mel supported it, that’s what best friends were for. Otto was going through just as much. And the rest of their friends had also seen them in the flesh and couldn't judge, but one person’s reaction was yet to be determined. Nikolai had been told not to worry about it, but knowing them it would haunt them for a week…
  
  The tribute to Aphrodite has been sent
  
  Nikolai almost spit out their drink. The blonde choked, trying not to turn red as eyes drifted to their coughing.
  
  Oh River.
  
  Mel had said he might be into it but she hadn’t expected him to subscribe. This was a good sign, right? This meant he liked them, right? Fuck. Okay Nikolai be cool, especially in public, this is PUBLIC Twitter. You can’t be caught being nervous on PUBLIC Twitter.
  
  Onlyfans DMs. Tempting. River had likely seen everything he’d want to see at this point and they were at school but… fuck it. She stood from the courtyard table and made a beeline to the bathroom. Bathroom stalls, what a wonderful invention with many diverse uses. This time, Nikolai would be using one for an individual activity.
  
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  Sometimes Matt was right. Wow. Who knew? She owed him, even more than she already had. Shit, what’s “you’re letting me sleep in your house for a couple weeks and giving me relationship advice” level sex? They’d need to think of something a lot better than the shower.
  
  The chaos of Gossip Girl had gotten quite a bit overwhelming. Nikolai needed some fresh air, not that you could get any in Manhattan. They weaved through students to get to the court yard. During the later part of lunch it often cleared out, but someone sat at one of the tables and immediately caught their gaze.
  
  Oh River.
  
  Pretending they hadn’t seen him would be problematic at best, but was now really the time to converse? She tried to imagine what Matt, Mel, or even Otto might do. They’d all talk to him… Fuck.
  
  No time to be ashamed. Nikolai lifted their chin and walked to where River sat. Their heel caught a crack in the sidewalk, the resulting stumble only making her self doubt worse. Shit, they were already turning red.
  
  Word zone. The zone in which it’s appropriate to start speaking. Nikolai had entered it without a conversation starter in mind. Damn it. Think.
  
  “Nice seeing you around here,” Nikolai slid into the seat across from him. Of course you’re seeing him here, he goes to school here. Fuck. Brain please work.
  
  “How’d you feel about the first history test?” Great, talk about school, that’s so hot and sexy. “I think he hates me, he counted me off for misspelling Großdeutsches Reich like I’m not the one who speaks the language. It’s just bullshit.” Wow. So engaging. Please say more. Nikolai bit their lip and looked down. This was going bad.
  
  A few more seconds and they struggled to grab onto a coherent thought. Wait. Oh! That one! Nikolai said the first thing that came to mind, “You have really nice collarbones.” No! That was so much worse. His face burned and there was no possible way to blame it on anything else.
  
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  Lately, Otto Fischer had been spending too much time on Victor’s computer screen. It wasn’t that Victor particularly liked looking at him, but rather that he was dealing with his own pent up frustrations. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was down bad, real bad.
  
  A shout from down stairs made him flinch and close the tab. “Coming, Ima,” he zipped his pants up. There were worse ways to start the morning.
  
  Some people needed coffee to make it through the day. Some people needed frequent naps. Victor needed drugs. He pulled a packet out of the false bottom in his desk drawer. Oh… the label came off. Oh well, sometimes roulette was fun. He lined the powder up and breathed it in. Hmmm… Not all coke. He’d figure it out.
  
  A drop of blood splattered on his desk. His nose bleeds were getting more frequent. That’s what happens when you’re breathing in crushed glass all the time. Victor shoved a tissue in his nose before throwing the packet back into the drawer and grabbing a different one with some pills for later. He placed the bottom back into it and pushed it into place. Drugs weren’t the only thing in there, but they were the most commonly accessed. He tucked the packet in his sleeve and stood.
  
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  Yeah, that had ecstasy in it. Victor’s pulse raced through his ears. Blood you little menace, quiet down. Another shout from downstairs. “I said I’m coming!” He gave the vessels a moment to quiet down, but they were stubborn. Whatever, he could go about his day like this. It was fine.
  
  With his school bag in hand, he took on the task of stairs. And what a task it was. He almost fell straight into his mother.
  
  “Uri, honey, are you feeling okay?” She felt his forehead much to Victor’s distaste, but he didn’t push her away when she assessed his nose.
  
  “Fantastic!” That was a bit too enthused for so early in the morning, but Mrs. Rockefeller wasn’t the prying type. She latched her arms around Victor and he hugged her stiffly. Enough touching!
  
  “I love you.” Victor mumbled a response, not even sure if he said the right words. Once released he put as much space between them as humanly possible. Which meant straight out the door and into the elevator. She said something else but he was too far to hear.
  
  Once outside, his head quieted down. Victor wasn’t sure what was worse, hearing the rush of blood in his head or having to hear everything the New York streets had to offer. Those rats better be chattering about something important.
  
  Classes were boring. What else could Victor say about them? Class could eat shit.
  
  This new development wasn’t boring. Gossip Girl? Well that was a stupid name.
  
  Otto Fischer however… A name he didn’t mind.
  
  Fuck. He shouldn’t, this was an invasion of privacy.
  
  Oh no.
  
  Oops.
  
  How’d his credit card information get in there already?
  
  Focus Victor, being horny in a public place was never a good idea. It would be better to enjoy this in private. But send a tip preemptively.
  
  Victor closed the tabs on his phone. He should eat something, shouldn’t he? Nah ecstasy and food didn’t really mix. Water was enough.
  
  Usually he wouldn’t touch the cafeteria with a ten foot pole, but he was feeling generous enough to grace the general populace with his presence. And maybe he had ulterior motives. Motives with colored hair and secrets to keep.
  
  “Hey Otto,” Victor held out the vowels too long as he leaned forward onto the table. He stabilized himself and locked his elbow. “So sorry to hear about what happened. It’s so fucked that anyone would do that to you.” His facial expressions didn't seem to match his words. Instead of empathetic he looked more like someone who'd been shown a poor artistic rendition of a puppy and was trying not to hurt the kid's feelings.
  
  No, he didn’t care about Bean. He didn’t care about most women. He only entertained the idea of his mother and “girlfriend.” Shit. They should be seen together today. Hmmm. Well, that could wait.
  
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  Ren propped his elbows on the table, setting his head in his hands and frowning. The sulking caught the date’s attention, in which Ren could dance around his disappointment.
  
  “It’s nothing.” He dismissed the inquiry of what was wrong, moodily rubbing a finger against the white tablecloth. The serviettes had been folded into poinsettia flowers, positioned neatly on the formally set-table. Most would find the setting to be perfect, a high-rise apartment with walls of glass, like their own display case with hardwood floors and private catering. From this height the cars looked like toys, and rush-hour had possessed the city streets.
  
  Most would find the setting to be perfect. Ren didn’t quite agree.
  
  “I just… thought this was meant to be special.” Sad eyes raised from the table to lure his victim. “There’s no champagne.”
  
  The combo had the date in a flurry of panic, rushing from their seat to fulfil this dire need. And while they were preoccupied, Ren swiped a small glass statue of a peacock into his pocket. Yay.
  
  Ren didn’t even like champagne.
  
  Nor was he of legal drinking age, but they didn’t need to know that. It was truly none of their business. A Dom Pérignon Vintage 1995 was the chosen drink, as he’d later googled to realise the bottle was worth a whopping $540 USD. Happy, he watched it pour and fill a glass flute. People being stupid with their money was very special. Ren was appeased.
  
  For the remainder of the date he’d listen with awe at their stupid stories, laugh at jokes that weren’t funny, and spoon-feed them the wine-poached pears and the chocolate ganache tart. Disgusting, really. People were lonely enough to pay to hang out with him. It was pathetic to watch and harder to endure.
  
  At least this one was an idiot.
  
  Upon leaving, the realisation dawned that Ren accidentally forgot to bring a jacket. New York could grow cold at night, and with that sentiment, a spanish shearling coat was soon wrapped around his shoulders. $419 USD. Yessss.
  
  Stood in the elevator he waved goodbye, only to falter seeing them get down on one knee.
  
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  Oh hell no.
  
  This one was not an idiot. Just delusional.
  
  Before the speech could begin and the small box of doom be produced from the pocket, Ren spurred into action.
  
  “Is your shoe untied?” He began frantically hitting the button to get the door to close. “That’s so dangerous!” Please close. “You might fall. Get velcro shoes.” Keep avoiding it. “Do you think people like velcro shoes? They look comfortable. Would they look good on me?”
  
  The mechanism noise was a godsend, signalling freedom was nearing.
  
  “I have never tried them. I should.” Ren watched the gap narrow and the final glimpse of his date, “Velcro is fun,” they were still knelt on the floor and exasperated to get any kind of word in. “Bye.”
  
  The doors shut, dividing a relieved Ren from that horrifying experience. All the promises of ‘there's definitely nobody else’ and that they’re the ‘only one for him’, had now caused an issue. Ren would have to drop this one, or make up some excuse to delay it. Annoying.
  
  Alas, he pulled the glass statue from his pocket to awe over, at least he got this as a parting gift!
  
  
  That was only the start of his rocky month. Next came the financial reminder, as it always did. Back to the slums of NY, a kick to the stomach robbed his lungs of breath and brought a threat of warm vomit into his throat. It was easy to forget how hard crowbars and cement were, until the fear his ribs would crack like firewood was applicable.
  
  Attempts at fending himself from the attacks proved futile, and he’d find himself blinking away red, iron at his teeth, and the taste of metal down the back of his throat with no doubt his nose was dripping blood. He’d get his beating, and he’d cry and beg the same apologies to try and convince them that next month he’d pay it all.
  
  Unless he did something drastic, it was an impossible task.
  
  Ren would shuffle home with scrapes and welts from hits that adrenaline had numbed out. Within the following days the true damage would uncover itself; when blood would pool beneath skin and bruises would blacken, and bones would ache in protest to move.
  
  Then his roommate announced they were moving out. Seems Ren coming home in the middle of the night, battered and bloody was, achem, ‘fucking crazy’ and they ‘could not deal with it anymore’. It’s only scratches. Get a grip. But this posed a new problem; how to pay the rent of this shitty apartment. He needed another roommate. Or another job. Or, maybe he should go back to Mr Engagement and accept the ring, call it off, and sell the jewellery.
  
  And then there was all the blog-post drama. The OnlyFans debacle was at least entertaining, and in his opinion, not a big deal. It was free advertising and the two were probably living up large since their outing. Maybe he should rob them. Ren was confident in his own discretion to not feel threatened by GG, but that wasn’t going to stop him throwing accusations at anyone that dared breathe in his direction. He’d already formed a list of suspects.
  
  It was fucking Toby.
  
  He was convinced, and had no problem letting it be known in the Twitter chat.
  
  The positives of this month? Ren had an exciting lunch planned today; getting fed by Millie and then a nap. If the weather was forgiving he’d get to lay out in the sun somewhere. Ren snoozed his way through morning classes, much to the suffering of his grades, and with break-time came plenty of annoying texts to get Millie’s attention. Eating was a subject he could excel at.
  
  Ren: Lunch??? (´｡• ω •｡`)
  Ren: I’ll meet u outside on the grass!!
  
  Not getting a response within 0.3 seconds was an issue. He glared and sat up to prepare his attack. No more nice typing.
  
  Ren: I am dying
  Ren: Hungry
  Ren: Sad
  Ren: So mean to me
  Ren: (ಡ‸ಡ)
  
  Content that this spam would be enough to convey the grave importance of the situation, he put his phone down and laid back on the grass to wait for Millie's arrival. It was nice here, bathing in the sun, and it would be even nicer once he got fed.
  
  Ren could cook but having Bean and Millie (the wives) feeding him was an easy lifestyle, and lazy Ren liked easy. Maybe that’s why he got along with Matt out of all people. Matt was very easy. Whore.
  
  The monthly injuries had dulled, now only indicated by the shallow cut and discolouring around Ren’s eye. At least he could now have a conversation without someone ogling at every bruise on his face. The lack of discretion could be appalling, almost enough to hit them for it. Especially kids. Kids stared a lot. Only Thiago was allowed to look at him.
  
  Ren squinted at the figure that had disturbed his resting. Thankfully not a child, just Millie, the bringer of food.
  
  “You took so long that I’m too weak to feed myself.” Reckless as Ren could be, eating while laying down was a danger he wasn’t prepared to face. He sat up in preparation for his lunch, making sure to be extra dramatic with his movements to show how 'weak' he was.
  
  “You have to do it. My arms don’t work.” Ren indicated she had to hand-feed him, and opened his mouth, waiting. “Ah.”
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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When it came to getting ready for school, it was making lunch first and then getting ready. Mostly because she has to make lunch for two people: Ren, and her. Ren must stay strong and bulky. And knowing him, he was going to want Millie to feed him today. Like always.

For today’s lunch, Millie had made both her and Ren Bibimbap bowls, she made both bowls vegetarian of course, replacing the meat with pan-fried tofu. Ren loves tofu, yes. And besides that, she also made some chocolate milk pudding for the both of them, Ren also likes milk pudding. Is she spoiling Ren too much with this delicious food?

Maybe. Maybe not. Nothing wrong with feeding Ren herself.

Millie packed the food into containers, putting them in her lunchbox and zipping it shut. Hopefully it would stay warm the whole time. With the lunchbox set aside, Millie went to go get dressed. Just a simple off-shoulder purple dress with daisies printed on it.

And then she was on the school bus because she couldn't bother herself with driving to school. Or walk.

There was also this whole Gossip Girl thing. It's not like Millie is hiding anything. Aha, totally not. She's very clean, no secrets whatsoever. (She's hiding stuff alright, she's got secrets).

God, why are classes so slow? Maybe it was just her brain making time go by slow or some shit.

Class is boring. Can class be over? Lunchtime right now please? Ren might be starving right now.

Finally, it was lunchtime and she could go hunting for Ren. Unless he texted her. Whichever came first of course.

Millie was going to look for Ren, drag him somewhere and feed him like usual. Cafeteria who? Eating outside is way better. Less crowded.

Her phone vibrated, multiple times actually, prompting Millie to take her phone out and she was greeted with a spam of messages from Ren. First two were nice and cute, the others were of classic Ren. Millie bit her lip, thumbs hovering around her phone screen for a moment before she began typing. Yeah, she was gonna spam Ren. He had spammed her with texts so why not?

The spamming had gotten her attention alright.

Millie: whaaa?
Millie: You didn’t give me time to respond.
Millie: you desperate hungry lazy ass. I'm always so nice to you.
Millie: I meant that in an affectionate way of course (✿◠‿◠)
Millie: I’m on my way right now Ren
Millie: hang in there for a little longer, you’ll live.

Millie smiled through biting her lower lip, putting her phone away as she picked up her lunchbox to head outside to meet Ren on the grass. Knowing Ren, he was most likely going to make her feed him but that’s okay. What’s important is that Ren enjoys the food. Which he always does. Millie is a very good cook of course.

She headed outside, immediately walking over to Ren because how could you not spot him? Bright red pants or whatever. “I did not take too long, I'm on time.” Was the first thing she said as she settled herself down next to Ren on the grass. This was probably to tease Ren but she took her time with unzipping her lunchbox and slowly opening it up. Millie took out the multiple containers of food and placed them on the grass. She was planning on spoon feeding him anyway.

Oh, of course Ren is going to make her spoon feed him his food. “I think your arms are just fine Ren. I know what you’re doing.” A small laugh from Millie as she pulled open Ren’s container. She picked it up, getting a spoonful of food and inching herself closer to Ren. There were no complaints from her though.

Millie stuck the spoon in Ren’s mouth, feeding him.

“I need your feedback on how it tastes now.” She urged, leaning forward slightly.

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River woke up in the morning, happy to be alive another day. His mother had made him eggs - win. So he ate them while reading the daily news from two different newspapers and then scurried to the bathroom to brush his teeth, take his medication. All the fun stuff. He could have a long and healthy life, so long as he kept taking his pills.

It was kind of annoying but he liked not dying so he did it anyways.

Anyways River was on the bus, idly scrolling through his phone when he happened upon the Gossip Girl post. Weird how someone seemed to send it to him specifically. Oh well, he opened the post and.. Well.

Him and Nikolai had an odd relationship. He knew that Niki was interested, and Niki knew that he was interested (well, he hoped Niki knew at least, he made it rather obvious to anyone that listened). But see, the illness made him wary about entering another relationship - especially after Theo, and especially considering Niki’s…. Appetite for carnal pleasures. Therefore, they were dancing around each other. A very slow waltz, lots of eye contact, very sensual.

Very Victorian and old fashioned, but River wouldn’t have it any other way. They liked the old fashioned style of courting, which was rather lucky, because that was the only kind of courting they could particularly attend.

And, luckily for their relationship, River wasn’t really the jealous type. He was actually chill with an open relationship - which was good because, again, condition. Sex was a bit of a no-no.

Lo and behold, dearest Aphrodite had an OnlyFans. River didn’t really judge too much, after all, Niki was a gorgeous beauty to behold. Why not have it and get money for being beautiful? It was an easy A + B connection.

And they were a supportive… friend. Courter…. Lover? Hard to tell really what exactly River and Nikolai were, but whatever River was, they were supportive as fuck. So they hit subscribe - NOT for the horny reasons, thank you. But to show their support for their friend. After all, that was something nice for them to do, right?

… right?

A couple of DMs later, and River realized that no, it was not a normal thing to show support for your friend who was living it up as a stripper/only fans haver by subscribing to their onlyfans. Oops. Oh well, River got another nice picture (seriously, how did she get her proportions like that, River should try drawing them sometime, absolutely gorgeous) for their troubles, and also got the sense that Nikolai really liked that they subscribed.

Well, school went about the same as usual - River got hilariously good grades, their teacher looked at them oddly every now and then. All good, all groovy. So then came lunch time baby, and boy was River absolutely starved.

So they sat down with their food and began munching away when their golden goddess sat down in front of them. A smile as the god greeted them.

“Greetings o beautiful Aphrodite, the sun kisses your skin oh so delicately this fine golden noon.” River greeted with a cheerful smile and a bit of the apple - if this were a novel this would be symbolic of something probably. He didn’t really put too much thought into it. “How goes Helios’s chariot race ‘cross the blue expanse.”

Pause, a tilt of the head. Nikolai seemed nervous, why were they nervous?

“The poor sinner before you has entered Athena’s domain a many. History comes to no qualms for him.” River said with a shrug. This was a weird conversation, right? Like, is this what teenagers usually talked about? (Yes, but River usually brought about odder conversations with his partners due to his… unique speaking).

“... Oh, the golden goddess lavishes me with their honeyed words. It is but the sinner’s duty to give their goddess his due when asked, no?” River offered up with a smile and a light blush. Yes, the slow dance has begun.

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When Toby woke up this morning all he could feel is this huge pounding in his head, already having a bad day he stripped the covers and started walking towards his window to enjoy the view. The wonderful view of New York City, Mel and him are staying in his uncle's penthouse along with their cousin Angie, over the past 2 years they did nothing but been kind to them and welcomed them with open arms. And they have been grateful ever since. Toby's phone starts to ring of a text message, he has been feeling a lot of anxiety since the first GG post release on twitter about the only fans accounts.

While everyone starting attacking him thinking he was GG he was starting to get pissed off about it, on the other side he was getting his men together to figure out this whole thing out. Toby told them to be as discreet as possible when it comes to the person running and spilling everyone secrets and problems. He is already worried that GG might find out about the cartel and he might get arrested but he would try to control the problem asap. He already told his father about the problem and he was pissed because that can put us at risk, and that means all of us even Adri. All he ever thinks about is loving and protecting her and her children and my child as well.

Getting ready for school I saw everyone downstairs in the kitchen getting food. "So Uncle Frank how's everything going in the junk yard?" He asked as he took a slip of his apple juice. "Fine, business is flowing as usual and getting back on track no more rats hanging around which is great.". All Toby could do it nod because he knows his uncle is like his second hand when it comes to the business, while he is at school his uncle is looking out for him during the time.

Leaving the house to get in the car he remembers that he needs to talk to Matt today. Even with everything going he knows his track record and the last thing Toby needs is for GG to go ahead and expose his list, and that list can expose himself and ruin his relationship with the love of his life. Getting in his car he starts driving to school. He text Adri that he would meet up with her later after school and they could go ahead and hang out.

After a dreadful couple of hours in school, it was finally time for lunch. He quickly walked out the classroom and starting making his way towards the back of the cafe to look for Matt. He was in his usual spot where he is always smoking at. When he saw Matt and listen to what he said. He raised his eye brows and looking at him confused. "What? No we are not doing THAT again, I promise you that one.". Toby took a sigh and relax his shoulders says "It's about this social media shit, with GG and all that. The last thing I need is whatever to come out about me and you and then I would have to hear it from Adri and I don't want to mess that up. So IF you told anyone I would like to know from now, So I can handle it"

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Shame was something that Matt never quite understood. For someone as usually straight-faced and disciplined as Matt, that statement might’ve come as a shock, but at his very core Matt was extremely apathetic: he didn’t really give a shit about societal standards and conventions.

This meant that he did what he wanted, and fuck whoever said no. (Unless it was consent. He always asked for consent. Consent was really fucking important okay he wasn’t an absolute complete monster). Drag? Fuck it, you only live once and personally he liked people looking at his ass. Dancing on a table? Well sure, why not?

Of course, this apathy could get him into trouble when he was dealing with such silly fucking things as “emotions.” Which led him to his next point: at the end of the day, he tried to be relatively harmless all things considered.

No really, he did.

Another shocker was that the whole “sleeping around and leading people on” thing was more… well, he wanted his flings to feel comfortable in his presence, wanted them to feel good - for them to think that they’d made a good decision sleeping with him. So he went out of his way here and there to get them little novelty gifts. Hang out with them. Talk to them. Make them feel like they were a welcome part of his life - that they were buddies in an odd way. Just make them feel at ease in his presence.

Of course, that’s when feelings came in and he ended up leading people on more times than not, but.. Well.

Hey, he wasn’t perfect. But he tried his best, that’s what mattered right?

Okay maybe he could make things a bit more clear that he was just a fuck buddy but… like. Here was the weird tightrope that he had to walk: Too nice, and he was leading people on. Too frosty, and he was being a dick, a fuck and run kind of deal. And frankly, he’d rather be a heartbreaker than a… whatever that was.

Anyways, he treated his flings especially well. See, him agreeing to help Bean (though she did promise him food, he probably would’ve done it anyways). See, Nikolai staying at his place. See, well.

That led him to Toby.

He didn’t tell anyone who he slept with - it was none of their fucking business, and at the end of the day, why would he care about simulating the gossip mill. So what he did instead was give the person a little wink and ask if they wanted to be on the list. That usually led people to walk away from it, or distracted them with better things. Either way, it kept people from asking too many questions.

It would’ve been a rather huge shock if the list did get leaked. Matt knew in his head the amount of people, but surely nobody could stalk him that much and see all of that. Would’ve been absolutely ridiculous.

On an objective level, though, Matt found it awfully funny that Toby was worried about their fling being the one to ruin the relationship. Oh, if only he knew.

“Yeah.” Matt said, if it was said dismissively or it was an attempt at empathy was up to Toby’s interpretation, he couldn't be bothered to care. He leaned his back against the wall. “You mind if I smoke?” A little pause, regardless of the answer, he was going to fulfill his nicotine addiction. He put a cigarette between his lips and lit it, breathing in the smoke and blowing out slowly as his mind began running through scenarios.

Obviously Matt’s list was extensive, and if it were leaked… Well, Toby’s life wouldn’t be the only one ruined. Matt was particularly worried about his own life.

After all, he did… care. About someone. A little bit. Not much, but it was… well, when you lived your life as numb as Matt had for most of his life, any kind of ray of sunshine seemed to shine twice as bright. Ren. How would Ren react knowing that he’d fucked Akiko? Not well probably. And Matt did want to ask the boy out sometime. See where things went.

And also he didn’t want to see what skeletons Toby had in his closet first hand from fucking his sister and girlfriend.

Toby was really lucky that Matt was a rather apathetic guy, saying that you didn’t want anyone to find out about your little… tryst? Ouch. Way to make a partner feel unappreciated. Maybe he should bring that up, for Toby’s next fling - when he inevitably had to break up with his girlfriend for lying to him.

“I keep a level of discretion.” He was pretty aware that most of the students looked down on the people that Matt fucked. Joke was on everyone else though, he’d done it with most of them. Oh well, their loss. But he did try to keep his list to himself. Only one he was open with was Nikolai, mostly because he knew that Nikolai was as shameless or even moreso than Matt himself.

“Only way that list is getting leaked is if they’ve been following me around and stalking my every move. It’d be rather time intensive though, and I’d assume that there’s more juicy gossip floating around this school than my fling of the week.” Matt said dryly as he took a drag of the cigarette. “Unless you leaked, it sure as hell isn’t coming from me.”

A little bit of an eyebrow crease as he looked up from his cigarette. The smallest of microexpressions on a usually completely cool and apathetic face. A thought floating through his critical thinking mind.

“Wait what do you mean by ‘taking care of them’?” Said with the same disinterested flare as the rest of his speech, but somehow there was just the slightest undercurrent of genuine worry there to get his point across.

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  River always knew the right part of Nikolai’s ego to scratch. Beautiful? Goddess? Hello heartthrob, where’s the trail of hearts you broke behind you? He was much better at words than they were. Nikolai had on occasion attempted to match the language, but it was never by any means good. The English language was confusing anyway, but they’d work a little harder to hear everything River had to say regardless.
  
  And hear she did. So many compliments in one little sentence. Please, say more. Yes, the sun on her skin, look at it! Nikolai brushed some hair out of their face so River could see all of it. They were so smart. Go ahead Niki, tell River just how smart they are.
  
  “Maybe you should be the tutor," Good! Praise his intelligence. “I could learn a lot from you." Yes sexy tutor student dynamic. She’d study perfectly for him. Stop that. No sexy tutor thoughts allowed here! He couldn’t even think of his own students having a crush on him without feeling sick. Okay no tutoring. “Like a study date.” DATE? SHIT. “Group, study group.” Group? Arguably worse. “With just the two of us.” Nailed it. Normal study session.
  
  Such nice words again. Maybe Nikolai was just easy to please. Translate those words.
  
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  Is that so River? “I will keep that in mind,” at least they also seemed to be flushing in the face a bit. And she liked the idea of being his goddess. The idea of River worshiping them down on his- Hey! Be nice thoughts! That wasn’t going to happen. Not that it meant they couldn’t think about it, but it surely was distracting. Especially when River was hinting that they were okay with sending more pictures.
  
  Yeah, today was far from the worst they’d had.
  
  Then, Nikolai’s phone buzzed.
  
  Spoke too soon.
  
  Text from Mom:
  
  What am I looking at right now?
  
  Shit, what was she looking at right now? Nikolai wasn’t looking to find out. Text ignored. He didn’t even open it. Would that get them in more trouble in the long run? Probably, but she couldn’t do anything if she didn’t catch them.
  
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  Nikolai answer your phone right now.
  
  Oh bummer! It looks like somehow do not disturb got turned on! Who would’ve done that?
  
  Text from Mom:
  
  Come home IMMEDIATELY after class.
  
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  I’m serious Nikolai.
  
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  I know you see these.
  
  Yeesh. It was a good thing they didn’t plan on going home before her show. There was an 85% chance she’d seen the onlyfans and a 15% chance it was completely unrelated and she was just in a mood. Either way, being near her right now would be a huge mistake. So studying would have to be at River’s place.
  
  Speaking of River, someone wasn’t saying magical words to them anymore. “How’s Helios treating you today?” That was about the same thing he’d said, right?
  
  And the phone went off again, didn’t they turn that off?
  
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  URGENT: Nikolai I swear I will wring your neck out if this is true.
  
  Great. She meant it too. Even staying out of the house didn’t keep them out of her way anymore.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Desperate hungry lazy ass, is what she’d called him. He scoffed quietly at the text. How rude. Millie was lucky to be feeding him. Ren was important and his time was precious, many would probably love to hand-feed him lunch. Admittedly the girl was an adequate cook, and excluding Bean, he wasn’t sure if he could trust what other people made, let alone the creations the cafeteria served.
  
  Millie was late. Did they have an arranged time? No, but Millie was still late.
  
  “Don’t speak to me.” To further the drama-queen theatrics, Ren closed his eyes. “I’m dead.”
  
  Dead or not, he had lunch to eat.
  
  He rested his head on his hands, elbows on his thighs as he watched her unpack the food. Several containers made their way to the grass, the novelty of their reveal quick to expire. This was taking a while and Ren wasn’t great with his patience. Poor Millie must have arthritis.
  
  “Today, Grandma.” At this rate he’d be lucky to eat by New Years. It was cruel to spite him, presenting the meal of egg, tofu, rice and salted vegetables with the speed of a sloth.
  
  Millie said his arms looked fine. Only fine. Nothing else. No nice compliments to fuel his ego. Disrespectful yet strangely appreciated. She cared about feeding him, not what he looked like.
  
  “I’m not doing anything.” He mumbled at the accusation. “I’m just sitting here. Hungry.”
  
  This was to be remedied as Millie shifted closer, delivering the first of his lunch. It was still warm! As he happily chewed, Ren was thinking he should marry her. Though, the chances of him living long enough to reach some 30-year-old-single-friends marriage arrangement was thinning each week. Best not to think about that, not during lunch. Milie wanted feedback, he should focus.
  
  Ren coughed, raising his hand to his throat in discomfort. Maybe he hadn’t chewed properly. Correction, just choking. He coughed some more before very slowly succumbing to death and…
  
  Laid his head on Millie’s lap.
  
  The invasion had been a success. Lazed out like a wealthy king being hand-fed grapes from his most dedicated servant. He was awfully smug with his new spot. Free real-estate was a booming business.
  
  “My spine hurts.” Ren was fine. Millie was not only a giver of food, but provided a pillow. “I rest here.” The King made a motion for another bite.
  
  “So,” a debrief was in order about the blog, “I bet you’re a serial killer.” Or he could just throw a random accusation! Ren would like to be warned of anything like that, especially since he was on her lap being fed. It would be mildly bothersome if she decided to poison him one day.
  
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  As for feedback on her cooking, he quickly shook his head. “I haven’t eaten enough to decide.” A not-so-subtle hint for more. The customer service was great, and there were no complaints for the accommodation. Ren was incredibly invasive of personal space once comfortable around someone, and this setting was more enjoyable than acting stupidly smitten on a formal date. He didn’t have to grit his teeth and force a smile over the dumbest of things.
  
  “Who do you think it is?” Of course the topic had returned to that, it had the school buzzing. “It’s probably Melanie, and Toby is covering for her. Or it’s Bee.” They were suspicious. If Ren had learned anything from crime films, it was always the one you least expect. Ren didn't like how nice they were.
  
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Otto was contently nibbling on his cake, he should really bring something decent to lunch for once instead of bringing in leftover cake and whatnot. His eyes were glued to his phone until he heard someone speak to him. It was Bean, someone he recognized and knew pretty well.

“Oh, hi Bean!” Otto said, a little too enthusiastically as he set his phone down. “How’s it going?” He asked after a brief moment of silence from him. He looked down at his food, poking at it until he felt yet another presence. He lifted his head up, seeing Victor.

“Uhm… hi Victor.” Otto spoke, staring at Victor as he wiped some cake crumbs from his lower lip with his thumb. He was able to say something else but Victor spoke once more before he could interject.

“So sorry to hear about what happened. It’s so fucked that anyone would do that to you.”

What? Eh?

Something happened?

What’s Victor talking about?

He’s high isn’t he?

Yeah, Victor’s gotta be high right now.

“Hold on, am I missing something here?” Otto asked, slowly and awkwardly, letting the plastic fork hang from his mouth. He then eyed Bean, hoping she knew what Victor was talking about. “Bean, what’s he talking about? Did something happen? Something happened right? I’m missing something here right? You know something about this right?” Otto rambled out, confused as to what was happening. He wasn’t aware of the post, completely unaware. And oh boy what a way to find out, at lunch.

Otto took the fork out of his mouth and he stabbed it back into his food. Calm down Otto, yikes. He was definitely oblivious to something that was going on. Come on now, it couldn’t be something bad now right? He then turned in his seat to look at Victor. “Victor,” He began, “What’s going on that I don’t know about?” He urged.

There was also the occasional sip from his coffee whilst he waited.

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Toby Brown

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"Shit is getting annoying now"

Toby was stressed out about the whole Gossip Girl thing and it was starting to annoy him. If this list was to get out and everyone finds out his name was on the "Who Matt Fucked List". Not only would it ruin his whole reputation but also his relationship with Adriana. Even though it was before they even got together he feels like she will still hate him for it and not forgive him.

Toby doesn't want the drama right now, he has a business to run and he is the class president of the school so he needs to stay as focused as possible. After Matt asked him about smoking and does it anyways he rolled his eyes because he thought what's the point of even asking him, even though he was going to do it anyway. Even though Matt claims he was being discrete and didn't share a thing with anyone due to him not being involved with rumors around the school since he doesn't care.

“Only way that list is getting leaked is if they’ve been following me around and stalking my every move. It’d be rather a time-intensive though, and I’d assume that there’s more juicy gossip floating around this school than my fling of the week.”. All Toby could do was laugh at him when he said that and replies by saying "You don't know they what they are capable of just yet, you never know. When people see your so-called 'list' you don't know what that can change. And how people would react.". He rolled his eyes because he knows that this whole Gossip Thing is not a joke and everyone is just playing along like it's a fucking parade out there, even his sister Mel is not that concerned about it and she runs a whole weed business through the whole fucking city.

Toby feels like he is the only one trying to figure this out but everyone is claiming that he GG, which gets him annoyed even when this idiot Ren keeps saying it. You can call him anything else but accuse of scooping through people's lives is not his thing. Well, okay scooping through his enemy's life to kill them is different than this gossip girl stuff. “Wait what do you mean by ‘taking care of them? , Matt says as Toby snapped right out of his thoughts. He puts his hand on his shoulder and says "Just trying to figure it out, what is going on take them to the police, you know as a normal civilian would do.".He says with a smile on his face. Lies. Toby wants to fucking kill them and put a gun in their mouth and pull the trigger. But he wasn't going to say that out loud, that would have made him even more. "Alright man nice talking to you but, I'm going to go meet up with-". Before he could even finish his sentence he felt the vibration in his pants with his phone blowing up on Twitter. Toby saw a notification pop up on his phone and comes to find out it was the one and only Gossip Girl. And takes his hands off of Toby and he looks straight at him and says "So your little fuck list wasn't going to get out you say". He raises his phone to so Matt the new GG post. Holding his phone tightly to show his anger.

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Bee Phillips.

One of Bees friends was throwing a killer party, one of the people in the school who always had the good shit. Like the ones where you get knock out drunk and do stupid shit while it goes viral. How could they NOT go? They got their mothers permission to go but Bee mainly asked incase it was their turn to watch Eve while their mom worked. No Eve was off at a friends for the night and her mom was leaving for work.

Rummaging through their closet throwing clothes out onto their already dirty floor, that was stacked dangerously with art supplies and schoolwork that hasnt been done. At least it was in neat piles (kinda) on the sides so you could still move through the room. Finally stumbling upon a black dress they smiled. This would do. A simple but skin tight black dress that had dainty straps. When paired with a pair of sparkly gold heels that would kill their feet by 11, they were going to be the eye of the party.

Moving onto the makeup, Bee grabbed one of the many makeup pallets they owned and popped it open. Searching for the pale gold color that mainly went untouched. Plucking up a makeup brush they dusted it in the eyeshadow and began sliding it across their eyelid, quickly paired with a thick bold black eyeliner. A signature staple of Bees.

Somewhere in the middle of this Bee turned on music and was bobbing their head back and forth until a small pause in a song, where there was still talking. That was weird. Bee furrowed their eyebrows before turning around slowly. A human (more or less) was sitting there kicking their legs and resting their head in their hands on their bed. Bees breathing stopped, their chest was tightening and the brush dropped out of their hand clattering onto the ground. They were faced with a cold unsettling smile that didnt seem right on the persons face. He then muttered something again but they couldnt hear it over the music, they could only see his lips moving. WHY WAS HE HERE? THE MEDICATION WAS SUPPOSED TO STOP THIS! OR AT LEAST STOP MOST OF IT! HE SHOULDNT BE HERE! THEY SAID HE WOULD GO AWAY! WHAT IS HE SAYING?

He had untangled himself gracefully and stood up from the bed. Bee took a step back, their body pressed against the wall behind them keeping their gaze focused on the floor. He had moved across Bees floor, into their line of vision. Their heart sped up as he whispered something in their ear, shivers running through their body. His footsteps retreated and now back to laying on the bed staring at Bee, repeating the words in a loud sing song voice.

Tears clouded Bees eyes, before they slipped down their cheeks. They stumbled around trying to find their phone- they needed to contact Theo. Theo always knew what to do. Finally finding it, they wrapped their fingers desperately around it, trying to open it to get to Theos contact.

Bee: Billys back and hes scaring me
Bee: I cant make out what hes saying and its fucking scary
Bee: Can you come over.. please?
Bee: I dont wanna deal with him alone.

Their breathing was ragged as their chest heaved. Bee crumpled to the floor, curling into a small ball until Theo replied. He was coming. He was going to save them. All they had to do was hold on for another 5 minutes. "SHUT UP!" Bee wailed at the hallucination and plugged their ears. Someone else appeared in their doorway, not waiting for Bees approval before scooping them up into his arms. Bee quickly wrapped their arms around Theo and tucked their head into his neck. Bee would be ok as long as Theo was here.

"Please- Please make him go- a-away." Bees cries echoed between each word, tucking their head further into their friends neck. Not like Theo could really do anything, he couldnt see Billy or hear his taunting and hurtful words (Thank you for coming though Theo). "T-They sa-said the medication w-would work." Bee garbled out as they struggled to take a proper breath. After what seemed like forever of Bees hysteria and sobbing along with Theo trying to comfort them, it became more quiet until it stopped completely. Their eyelids got heavy and the tears slowed as well, their grip slacking around Theos waist. It was only a little bit longer before soft snores echoed through the air.

Bee slowly blinked their eyes open, stretching their arms. It took them a moment to gather were they were. In the living room. On the couch. And most importantly next to Theo. They must have passed out in there or Theo took them in there, their cheeks turning a dusty shade of red. Bees lips turned up slightly as they watched him for a moment before slowly sliding off the couch. Moving towards the window, they pulled the curtain back a bit. It was still pitch black out so they assumed it was close to 4ish.

They almost wondered if they could go back to sleep on the couch. Casting a look back at Theo and the couch before sighing. It was very very tempting. They could get at least another hour of sleep in before Theo woke up. Bee puckered their lips before shaking their head. They might as well just get ready they were already awake. They also had to maintain an image of loud perfection- they had to seem ok and totally normal. This is what Bee did whenever something happened, they pretended like it didnt happen and they just shoved it under the rug.

So Bee stepped around in the house, carefully avoiding all the creaky wood boards and back into their room. Bee glanced at their mothers door right across the hall wondered if their mother was home from work yet and if they should tell her about Billy visiting again but Bee really didnt want to worry their mom with this. They also didnt want to go see a therapist again yet. Not after spending a whole summer in the physic unit and having to deal with medical people and therapists being in their face.

So for the time being they were going to just push it off as long as they could and pretend they could still play the role of a normal person. So with the bit of debating and mulling over it, they decided to tell their mom after school. She should get some rest after her shift last night. Bee jiggled their door handle before it opened and they were greeted by Bozo the new dog they kinda picked up from the side of the road from a recent car crash and Lunar their ESA dog theyve had for a while.

Patting the dogs heads with a smile and a couple words, they whipped their tails back and forth and let out a bark. "Shhh! Dont wake mom or Theo up!" They whisper scolded the dogs before smiling. Heading back to their closet they pulled out a simple outfit. Perfect! It was still late summer/early fall so they could get away with the shorts and crop tops. Sliding on fishnets before the shorts because just plain legs were boring.

A green flannel to go over their shoulders because the school was crazy about the "no shoulder rule." It was always stupid to them because boys could walk around practically half naked and it was fine but the second a girl or someone feminine presenting showed a fraction of their shoulder it was seen as indecent. It pissed Bee off alot about the injustice in the school system- maybe they could change it one day.

Moving to the mirror they took a makeup wipe, wiping it across their cheeks and eyes, cleaning off last nights mess. If only it worked like that, like wiping away the mascara staining their cheeks could remove the events that happened the previous night. With a sigh they worked through the quick makeup routine of using concealer to hide the bags under their eyes and then a thick cat eye with some light mascara.

Along with a pale red gloss to their lips. They were ready to go now. With a smile on their face they looked into the mirror. "We are going to rock it today yea? Yea! Everything was fine last night! Oh where was I at the party? I decided to stay home and make cake for my sisters bake sale. Yes I promise not to miss another party that Megan throws." They wrangled on some high platform boots (not that they needed the height) before moving back out of their room and back into the kitchen.

Theo was awake by now and Bee grinned at him. "Thanks for coming over last night it means alot. If you want to change you left a spare change of clothes last time you stayed over. They are in the bottom left drawer in my dresser. Do you want breakfast? Too bad if not. You are eating. Least I can do is cook for you." Bee ruffled their hair with their hands before setting to making breakfast. Probably something simple, Bee didnt normally eat breakfast and Theo ate light. What were they going to make? Ah! Oatmeal and fruit would work! Picking through the fridge for fruit, they were struggling to open the drawer.

"Open. You. God. Damn. Thing!" They shouted as they pulled at the drawer, finally opening it sending them flying back a couple steps. "Stupid ice boxes!" Taking out the containers of fruit then moving to pour the oatmeal they were cooking on the stove into some bowls, setting the fruit on top. Theo had appeared again and Bees smile grew bigger. "I beat the fridge and wrangled the treasure." Sliding a bowl across the counter to him, pride leaking through their voice. They quickly popped their pill into their mouth and washed it down with water. God how they hated pills.

Bee snarfed down their breakfast, glancing at the clock before grabbing Theos arm, pulling him out the door. "We are going to be late if we dont beat traffic!" They explained as they slipped into their moms car, putting it into drive, quickly backing out and speeding down the small road. Did they care if Theo was buckled or not? No they did not. They had to make it on time. What may have been like 20 miles above the speed limit, they pulled up at the school and quickly parked.

Clamoring out of the front seat, grabbing their bag and tossing it over their shoulder. "Goodbye Theo see you at lunch! Meet back at my car right? Bakery like you promised?" Tugging him into a quick hug before dashing down the parking lot and into the school. A wide smile on Bees face as they waved greetings to people and held small conversations. One of their friends approached with a boy dangling off their arm, assuming it was their last night hook up.

"Hey Megan!" Bee said and the girl had a wiry smile on her face.

"Where were you last night?" She asked, and Bee pulled out the excuse they had lined up. An apologetic smile on their face. Please believe this.

"Couldnt come. Had to make some desserts for my sisters bake sale, totally a last minute thing!"

"Whatever- Just make sure not to miss the next one alright?"

"Yep!" Bee let out a sigh as the girl sashayed down the hall and Bee wiped their forehead. The first bell rung and they turned to go to first period.

Classes went the same as normal. Boring and slow, the clocks minute hand inching down to the last minute before it excused them. Dashing out of the class and out into the parking lot to their car. The bakery was no joke so Theo better hurry his ass up! Thats when Bees phone buzzed- a twitter notification. It was Gossip Girl. The contents in it made Bees breathing stop. How could someone do this to another human?! Why expose them like this? What if Bee was next? What if people found out about their Schizophrenic Disorder OR EVEN WORSE THE FACT THEY MURDERED THEIR DAD-

They needed to show support to Otto (Who was a really sweet boy) and Nikolai (Who was also a friend of Bees), so they sent a quick tweet to the two saying they supported them and it was not a problem for what they did. Good luck guys. Shoving their phone back in their pocket, they took a breath. Inhale. Exhale. Over and over until Theo appeared. "Did you see the Gossip Girl post? How could someone do that? God I hate her! Anyways hows your day been? Anything certain you wanna grab from the bakery?" A forced smile on Bees face as they slipped into the car, now on the way to the bakery.

Thats when another post came. This time Matts list but it was a guessing game. Bee couldnt help but feel bad for all the people on it and Matt himself. God how Bee hated GG. Throwing the car into park again, they paused and looked at Theo. "Shes hitting people fast. Im mildly terrified. What if she knows about the event?" Their voice trembled and dropped to a whisper.

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Matt let out a deep drag of his cigarette. How would the GG even get his fucking list? He never told anyone, he never breathed a word. The only confirmed person was Niki, and even then…

All they could’ve done was stalk him for months on end to figure out who exactly it was. And why would they possibly do that? The only really messy thing he did involved the person across from him who was currently checking his phone.

The phone was suddenly thrust into his face with the order to read what was going on. But a second, it took but a second for the English tutor to scan what was being said. The smallest twitch of his eyebrows. Genuine confusion as his brain started running miles a minute trying to piece together what exactly had just happened.

“Guess I was wrong.” An awfully calm and awfully relaxed answer for what could only be described as “a bad thing.” There was an easygoing shrug “We both know my reputation is absolute shit anyways, don’t see how this changes anything for me.” This outward showing of complete and utter apathy was the mask he drew quickly over himself. It felt like there was a vice slowly squeezing the air out of his lungs. Another deep breath of nicotine.

Fuck. He pulled open his phone and saw the people. They were angry, they were regretful - shameful for associating with him. A cage of his own making. He knew the people that begrudgingly came forward - Bean saying it was an awful experience (fix your own fucking water heater then if you hated him so much) stung more than he cared to admit. But worse were the people who were blatantly lying. He wanted to go scorched earth. Wanted to fight this shit. But it crumpled as fast as it rose. Another deep breath of smoke as he tried somewhat in vain to keep himself from hurting too much.

Yeah. Okay. The vice wasn’t going away. The nicotine could only do so much. He needed to do something.

Keeping a blank face, he quickly implied that some people were lying - didn’t specify if the people admitting to it or the people denying it were lying, asked Nikolai where there wasn’t anyone around. And then logged off Twitter as quick as he came.

Done. Okay. Now getting out of the situation with Toby.

“Well. Be glad, there’s two ways that this can go: Either they’re bluffing and people just revealed their little flings for no reason and you’re safe, or you’re fucked.” Another deep breath of nicotine.

He kept it out of his voice, but he was genuinely struggling to breathe now, the world was starting to tilt just a little bit. This never happened - what the fuck was happening. One foot in front of the other, he was putting one foot in front of the other. Classroom 23b. He could make it to classroom 23b. One foot. One step. Straight line - like he was walking for a cop.

“Either way, it isn’t my relationship that’s fucked. I suggest trying to be honest with your partner. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right?” He said dryly, scathingly, corner of his mouth twitching into a callous smile as he continued his walk away, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other sending cigarette ashes fluttering to the ground as he put the cigarette to his lips for another drag before crushing it underfoot.

He made it to the classroom, closing the door behind him before his knees finally crumpled and he was on the floor. Staring up at a ceiling that was spinning as he took rapid short breaths in, struggling to breathe.

What the fuck. What the fuck was happening to him. There was a deep vice around his throat and a bottomless pit in his stomach - this never fucking happened. What the fuck. Whatthefuckwhatthefuck.

Hands clenched, muscles tight and tensed and unwilling to release. He was trapped in his own body. He couldn’t fucking move - everything was spinning. Move. Do something. Get up. He willed himself to get up and found himself completely revulsed by the idea. Another completely foreign emotion overwhelmed him with sheer terror with the idea of leaving the comfort of this classroom where he was alone and safe and didn’t have to face the people that were staring at him as he’d fled into safety.

Because they knew. They knew how weak he was. They knew the terrors that stalked his every move. They knew the faces that he’d left behind and tried to run away from and the people that had been torn from him and-

He couldn’t leave. He couldn’t get off the floor. He couldn’t let his muscles relax from where they’d locked up.

So he laid on the floor instead.

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The attempt at trying to talk the River talk was cute - Nikolai was cute. And while River understood in theory what Nikolai was trying to say, sometimes a little bit of teasing was in order.

“Helios blesses the poor sinner’s journey with his travels and the sight of him kissing the lovely Aphrodite with his rays.” River responded, lips curling into a grin. Nikolai was texting someone - or at least, getting a lot of texts. River wasn’t really the jealous type, but he did find it a bit irksome. Maybe it was their parent who had found the onlyfans? River both wanted that and didn’t want it because surely that wouldn’t be a good thing…

But at the same time, when he was talking to Nikolai he’d like it if River was the only thing that Nikolai was focused on. That would’ve been a bit nice.

Oh well, what could River do?

“The little chatterbox buzzes again and again, are they more clamoring for favor from the golden Aphrodite?” River asked, their head tilting as they watched Nikolai.

The revelation about Matt didn’t come as a surprise, River was fairly certain that the boy had slept with most of the school in the small time that he’d been here. Wasn’t shocked that Niki was among them, after all, they seemed to be in the same vein. Though, it was concerning that they were quickly going from school gossip to things that might’ve actually impacted people’s relationships.

He didn’t like the trend, but what could they do? Tracking the IP wasn’t good enough, and it wasn’t like guessing willy nilly had really done anything except divide them further.

Overall, the musician didn’t like it. And they didn’t like feeling completely helpless either. It was an odd predicament that they were stuck in.

“Does the sea call the sinner’s goddess back to its depths?” River asked patiently as he glanced around. “The sea doesn’t like the tributes given to the god Aphrodite?” River was making his best guess. He’d offer up his own home but… well. An older sister and a completely normal nuclear family meant that they were already spread a bit thin with just themselves.

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"Don't speak to me, I'm dead."

"If you're dead then I'll just eat all of this food." Millie responded, sheepishly grinning at him as she moved her lunchbox away from him as if she had changed her mind on feeding him. No, she was going to feed him his lunch alright. And of course she was busy presenting the food to Ren, at the pace of a snail of course. And she was insulted for the slow pace at which she was presenting.

"G-Grandma?" Millie asked, a dramatic breath followed as she began to debate on whether Ren really did deserve to be fed by her. She put up with his impatience, but she was just slowly taking out containers to tease him. "Please, I'm so young." She said, a little dramatically to be quite frank.

Millie watched as Ren chewed and swallowed the food, waiting for him to say something about the taste, flavor, anything really. When she heard Ren cough, she nearly freaked out and thought he must be choking on the food. Wait no, he’s just laying his head on her lap. Her. Lap.

Millie adjusted her arms, holding the container and spoon in one whilst her free hand eagerly made its way into Ren's hair. Free head pats from Millie. And the free 'skilled fingers running through your hair' thing from Millie. She hummed, "Oh your poor spine.", to him as she patted his head. “Come rest your spine on my lap.”

Okay but feedback on her food please… now. Millie is very deserving of feedback. Her cooking is very scrumptious. She waited, fingers running through Ren’s soft hair multiple times. Hopefully Ren wouldn't mind her doing this, well his head was resting on her lap after all.

Oh no, Ren has figured out that Millie is a serial killer. “How’d you know that I’m a serial killer? You've caught me.” She asked jokingly. It’s not like she’s poisoned anybody’s food or anything. She wouldn’t do anything like that, totally! Her hand quickly retracted itself from the locks of hair.

“I have not eaten enough to decide.”

Her cheeks puffed out in response for a moment, “If you want to eat some more then you need to sit up. I am not going to feed you while you’re laying down. Plus, I need to eat my food too you know.” Millie explained, scraping up another spoonful of Bibimbap.

“Hmmm?” Millie mumbled until she understood what he meant, “It’s not Bee.” Millie urged, “Melanie I am not sure about that.” She continued to speak, adamant that it was not Bee. Classic Ren accusing people. “Bee is my close friend Ren, it’s not them I can tell you that.”

Her lips thinned out when Ren poked a finger into her face.

How dare Ren accuse Millie of being Gossip Girl! She would do no such thing! Never! “Oh Ren, I’m so hurt that you would even assume that it’s me.” Millie drawled out, nose wrinkling. “It’s not me though, I promise, no need for you to be mad.” It was not her, and Ren should believe her on that. “If it’s you then you would tell me, yes?” She asked. No, she’s not accusing Ren of being GG! She’s just… making sure that he is not GG that’s all! Okay but Millie honestly doubted that Ren was behind it.

“Come on Ren, come get your second helping.”

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  River’s words were a good distraction. Kissing, yes, a language Nikolai knew very well. That language was international, no translation needed. “He's kissing you generously as well.” Their eyes looked River over again. There was something about his appearance that made it impossible for her not to feel comfortable around him. Comfortable didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous around them. Especially now, the blood hadn’t left Nikolai’s face since they’d sat down.
  
  “Maybe we could cut out the middle man.” That type of thing was easier to say when he didn’t care so much. To anyone else, that was just a line. She could say that to some guy in the club absolutely stone faced. But to River, oh to River, it wasn’t just some one off line.
  
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  URGENT: Nikolai you have one last chance to respond to me or I will pull you out of class right now.
  
  Along with several other messages.
  
  Finally, they unlocked their phone to answer the shit storm.
  
  In class talk later IHDL
  
  Along with more twitter drama. Great. Why was everyone so secretive anyway?
  
  Of course Matt would want to meet up now, her work was never done.
  
  It wasn’t that Nikolai was trying to ignore River, in fact, they were trying to ignore their mother, but it was hard to do that when their phone was going off 12 times a minute. They frowned, an expression they rarely held, scrolling along the messages from their mother all while new ones came in.
  
  River’s voice was able to break through the overload of information, “If only.” Nikolai preferred favor to whatever this chaos was called. “You know how she is.” At this point there was no need to name her. Who else would upset them so much? The sea was a good name for her; rough and unforgiving. “For all I know it's unrelated,” she was always vaguely angry about something. This could be about a square inch of fabric that had gone missing or about a fork out of place just as much as it could be about the new gossip.
  
  “The chatterbox is annoying” Nikolai would much rather pretend the outside world didn’t exist. “Sometimes I really want to-“ She mimed throwing the phone as the wall, “But then the tracker would tell my mom, and my brand deals would hate it if I went AWOL.” They settled for placing it almost out of their reach. “Shit, some of them are going to hate this,” he groaned, putting his head in his hands.
  
  Okay, maybe there were consequences to their actions. Consequences that led to today not being as good as recently thought. “Sorry, these are dumb problems.” Compared to the way gossip girl was affecting everyone else, losing a few sponsors hardly seemed like real sorrow. “I just wish I could turn it all off.” Maybe stop the clock for an hour or two. Just a little break from all the work and keeping their reputation.
  
  She must’ve gotten the message because the “urgent” messages became less frequent. Finally, that was how do not disturb should sound. “Or at least not go to classes later.” There was no way they could focus on english today. Maybe they could get a coffee instead. It was likely they’d be awake until the early hours of the morning anyway.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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River watched his god text some more, still trying to keep his jealousy at bay. Really, it was probably their mother… It was most likely her mother. For all he knew his uncle got into a crash or something and this was- no. Okay. No morbid thoughts about death. It was fine. Everything was fine.

So many texts, so little time. Niki looked stressed and overwhelmed, the poor thing.

Their eyes flickered back and forth as they continued watching the overwhelmed goddess try to stop the influx of messages. Yes, indeed this may be bad for their overall public image.

So would skipping though. So what was River to do….

Well, it wasn’t like the rocker was really much of a goody two shoes to begin with. One time, get this, they shoplifted.

Okay, well, more like they accidentally walked out with a bracelet they were trying on earlier still tied to their wrist and immediately ran back into the store to pay back with an extra 50% tip to the poor cashier and profuse apologies, but still! Absolutely wild!

And River made exceptions to rules when he thought that they’d be detrimental as a whole to someone’s wellbeing. Like now. Especially now.

“Does the god Aphrodite wish to grace her adoring devotee with his presence?” River said with a small smile, nodding his head as he glanced out the door of the cafeteria.

“The sweet siren song of freedom sings to him, it does. So the poor sinner will listen, and hope that their god follows as well.” River stood with a little grin as he packed up his things. A little pause, usually the golden god followed when River began to walk, but perhaps a bit of clarity was needed. “He comes too, correct? The chattering box bends the temper and the brow of the golden god, we must exit its clutch before she breaks.”

Perfect clarity. Alright, time to go.

And with that, River bounced away. He swayed a bit while he walked, not really caring at the near misses when he would nearly run into fellow students.

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  Oh, leaving. River was talking about going somewhere. Right. Of course. Nikolai knew that. Hastily, they got up from their spot on the bench, “Yes!” A little too excited, rein it in a bit. “I mean, I will come,” Not like that. “With you, that is.”
  
  Nikolai swung her backpack on, taking a moment to stare at the phone, still going off, “The chatterbox will not though.” There was nothing on it that mattered enough to risk her mom looking at the location in the next couple hours.
  
  River was already a good distance ahead before Nikolai started walking. At least he had the long legs to catch up. Not that they were in a rush to catch up, the view was great from where they were and there was no way River would leave her behind.
  
  Further down the hall, Nikolai stopped to put their phone in their locker. Now it would look like they were being the perfect student. At least it would to life 360. This time they made a bit more of an effort to catch up to River, her hand brushing his shoulder to let them know she made it.
  
  “Where do the sirens call you?” Though Nikolai might have a few ideas, she’d be happy to go anywhere with them. “I can drive,” He added, digging keys out of a pocket in their backpack. They really could go anywhere. Or they could go nowhere and just sit in Nikolai’s car. They didn’t have a back seat, but there were plenty of comfortable things to do sitting up. Like talking. Just a comfortable, fun activity.
  
  Upon exiting the building, it was clear that New York lunch hour traffic was still unforgiving and cruel. “You know, walking is nice." They’d walked home in higher heels before, it would be fine. Nikolai returned the keys to their pocket and stuck their arm through the strap again.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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