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  Kat had to say she was pleasantly surprised that their plan of removing Izzy's anklet had actually worked. What she hadn't admitted while doing it earlier was Kat had expected some sort of alarm to go off but unlike in movies nothing happened, it was actually quite anti-climatic if she was being honest. Nevertheless Kat was just pleased to have her partner-in-crime back out and about with her.
  
  The evening had been going well so far, the usual crowd and location assured it would be a good night anyway and she smiled to herself as she bopped her head along to the music, every so often diverting her attention to Izzy's phone as she showed her fights that their peers were having over twitter and each time Kat would roll her eyes and mutter one single word "idiots"
  
  "Oh kattttt" the tone of Izzy's voice made Kat turn to face her friend with a raised eyebrow, she was up to something and that much was obvious. As Kat looked at the message on the phone a smirk played on her lips and a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. Before she could comment on the matter Trey spoke and Kat turned her attention to him, when asked if they were packin, Kat patted her bag and nodded "off course Im packing dont ask stupid questions" she said but bit her lip when he mentioned Palo. She knew herself that Palo would not be impressed with them in the slightest for taking of Izzy's anklet and leaving the house, tensions were running high right now and they were still in the dark as to who ambushed them during the week. But regardless she knew he wouldn't be caught at this party and so their little adventure could be kept a secret and so she had nothing to worry about. "hey what he doesn't know can't hurt him" she commented while shrugging.
  
  An amused smirk played on her lips as she listened to the pair bickering over the blunt "y'all are like little kids" she laughed as she took the blunt of Izzy. Placing the blunt to her lips Kat took a long drag as she settled back into the couch contently, taking 2 more tokes before handing the blunt back to Trey "see that's how you do, take your hit, pass it on" an amused tone could be heard in her voice as she looked between Izzy and Trey "it's not a magic talking stick, keep it going talk after"
  
  When Izzy asked if they would be going to the party Kat tilted her head as a devilish look took hold of her features "well it is open invite, be rude not too i suppose" Kat tilted her head back as she finished the last of her drink before placing the bottle on the floor beside her "dont worry love, we'll come back here after just dont miss us too much yeah" she winked at Trey amusement clear in her voice before turning back to Izzy "right we go now"
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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Carter Fallon

TW: DRUGS

She put her coat on the couch as if to protect herself from any germs and it was pretty obvious his foreshadowing fell terribly wrong. He could’ve known, Wendy was just as pretentious as he remembered her and he started cursing Calliope for even thinking he had a chance.
‘Watch this? Oh no,’ Carter took the hint, pressing the pause button leaving the screen on a pair of perfectly animated titties.
‘We can watch anything you want, Riverdale, The Vampire Diaries, Gossip Girl?’ He gave her a slight smirk, naming every cheesy rom-com he knew.

‘I actually made some spaghetti,’ he talked over his previous miserable joke. Tough crowd.
‘It’s. .’ He said as he grabbed the pan and walked up to show it to her, ‘I put meatballs in it, like a lot of them,’ Carter smiled, looking up at her. She might have been a diva but nobody could hate meatballs and spaghetti.
Carter put the pan on the little, crooked up table filled with old baggies and booze. His mother was just as messy as his little brother and maybe even just as messy as himself.
He didn’t get it from a stranger at least nor his addictive tendencies.

When he turned around he sat right next to Wendy, smelling her sweet perfume coming off in a great walm. It was obvious she put on the whole fucking bottle.
While Carter sit back on the couch, he tried not to stare down when he occasionally looked over at her while putting the tv on. It wasn’t rare for this tv to easily take up fifteen minutes to show or show nothing at all so he was sitting here a little nervous he had to spend another two hours with no other distraction than her presence.

‘I promise, eventually it’ll show,’ he reassured Wendy nodding to the tv, ‘you know, one time, I sat here for two hours waiting for it to work but then once it turned on, I fell asleep.’ He had a slight chuckle over his own obviously boring story to her but Carter wanted her to feel at home even though they might be an awful match, it wasn’t like they couldn’t at least enjoy their time together?

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Jonas Russo was out of his element. He knew he should have stayed home and played Scrabble with his mom instead, but his ears had perked up at the sound of a party. He hadn't, however, expected it to be...like this. Everywhere he turned, he saw something that he had never seen before. He didn't want to see any more. Jonas moved from room to room, finally finding somewhere where it wasn't as crazy as the other rooms. He stood by himself, checking his phone. Was it really worth it to stay here any longer? He thought that it would have been a birthday party, with an ice cream cake and balloons and stuff like that. Where was Fudgie the Whale when Jonas needed him? He knew that he couldn't just text his mother to come pick him up - he'd surely be grounded for a. sneaking out past his bedtime and b. going to a rager like this one. So he stayed put for the time being, just scrolling through his Instagram feed. He was straight-edge - Jonas didn't smoke, drink, or do drugs. The idea of doing anything like that terrified him. Hell, he had never even kissed a girl before.

But that didn't bother him much. Everyone moved at their own pace, and Jonas was just a late bloomer. He had seen firsthand what horrors the band locker room had in store for the freaky freshmen who sucked face every opportunity they got. One time, he had even witnessed one of them licking the other kid's ear. Jonas shuddered at that memory. He was never going to be like those kids, that was for sure. That kind of stuff should be done behind closed doors. Maybe he was a little judgmental, but it was gross! What kind of monsters were these people? At the rate he was going, he was going to be just like Steve Carell's character in The 40 Year Old Virgin. But even that movie had a happy ending...he thought. He hadn't seen the end of it. He had only caught the first thirty minutes of it at a friend's house. Oh well.

Jonas was thirsty. Did this place have any water? He began his search for water, as if he were dying out in the desert. Room after room, he ended up empty-handed. Why did this party only carry alcoholic beverages? What if someone got alcohol poisoning and died? See? He was thinking clearly, as one of the few sober people here...maybe the only sober person here. He was about to give up when he spotted a half-drunk water bottle on a table nearby. Without even considering that the clear liquid inside wasn't water, he took a sip of...something that wasn't water. The taste of it stung as it went down. Had he just taken his first sip of alcohol? Jonas was freaking out on the inside. Why would someone deliberately take perfectly good water out of a bottle and replace it with alcohol? He would have to go to confession for this one.

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drug abuse, mentions of physical abuse

opallo walker collins

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cam's apartment in downtown seattle

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on the drive to his cousin’s apartment, the two smoked away all the oddly specific issues circling their affiliations. though their concordance with work-related talk was deemed mutually inutile–opallo couldn’t stop himself from scanning their surroundings every street they passed. in truth, the matter would always linger in the back of his thoughts; along with all the other bullshit that tortured him inside there. fortunately for him, the weed was able to relax the tenseness in his body–even dulling the pain from his gunshot wound. shit, if only life felt like this every day. though if he was often high as he wished for he’d probably be dead right now.

this feeling of momentary bliss would come to a halt upon entering the cam’s brick-lined apartment space. stepping inside, both their eyes narrowed in to the girl waltzing around the living room with a bottle of jack daniels in her grasp–clearly happy to see the both of them and quite obviously very drunk. to the average person, she looked just like a girl having a grand ol’ time to herself. simple. and perfectly normal. as well as partly correct. however, this particular girl exhibited behavior both opollo and cam were not strangers to. something was up. something had BEEN up. palo bit the inside of his cheek, scratching the nape of his neck and shaking his head. a grin came across his face as he followed cam in–an expression that didn’t quite reflect his wariness towards the circumstances of her ‘good spirits’, but it was fucking alex smyth singing and dancing as if she was in the middle of a nightclub. the kid couldn’t help it.

the bold mention of alex’s mother having the gall to be engaged to the serial abuser caused opallo to turn his head away from the both of them, clenching his jaw tight in frustration and letting out a sickened scoff. if he was looking for a reason to be upset over alex’s behavior–here it was. and hitting him right across the face too. he didn’t even need to glance at cam. palo knew he’d be just as thrown off by the news. alex, in contrast, was hitting the jack bottle with a fierce swig like it was aquafina on a hot day. as she finished her take, palo met eyes with her–unsure of what to even say.

he circled around the center counter and passed the couch, his eyes dropping to the lines of coke messily cut on the glass table and finally getting it. he couldn’t blame her for getting fucked up over something so crushing, yet almost unsurprising. it was inevitable to all of them, but the nightmare coming true still came as a shock. –and really..how else could she take it? first things first. she was not living at her house anymore. cam’s, the beach house, literally anywhere else but–was the only home she’d know now and there was no warring against it; though he couldn't imagine her putting a fight up with that. withal, putting any pressure on her right now was unnecessary. tonight, he’d do anything she wanted. alex deserved it after a fucked off week like this. if they were going to get emotional right now, it wasn’t the time. not with her far from sober like this. it’d have to wait until tomorrow at least. and opollo was ok with that. all he wanted in that moment was for her to forget about it all and at least try to have a good time.

“fuck it then.” he finally pronounced–settling down onto the couch by her and leaning over to cut himself a line, “FUCK THAT. we’re going to get fucked up tonight and have a good fucking time. yea?” he made a quick glance over his shoulder at cam, taking a crisp hundred out of his wallet and rolling it up tight before snorting a sizeable line. he then, motioned to switch the bottle of jack in alex’s hand for his rolled bill–thinking he’d rather have her sober up off cocaine then drink anymore straight liquor, at least for the time being.

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izzy collins

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otw to luke's house om magnolia hill

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“he’s the little twerp, with little twerps on the way..” she cawed, eyeing him before he took the blunt back from kat, “--exactly.” izzy rolled her eyes at trey’s mocking of kat’s last words. “trust–i won’t miss babysitting ya’ll,” he joked before leaving them to go out the sliding glass door. halfway through he poked his head out one last time, “ya’ll better be safe, pallo finna kill me if i let ya’ll out an’ ya’ll die drowning in the pool or sum stupid shit!” trey shut the door, a soft roar of exclamation erupting from behind it as a round of fireworks went off in the backyard.

“oh my god–why’s everyone being so pussy lately?” izzy muttered irritaingly, “we’re not fucking first graders.”

she flashed a smile, tilting her head at the couple of people staring at them after being called out by trey. the group of people looked away instantly as if they hadn’t heard a thing. see, the thing about kat and izzy being over at trey’s all the time was that first off: they were always the youngest kids at the spot, aside from pallo and cam who NEVER were treated like they were kids. secondly, everyone fucked with kat. as for izzy… it was iffy. sure, she was cool sometimes but a brat nontheless and being aware of the power her status held as the kingpin’s daughter–she did tend to push her limits with people generously. the little troublemaker through and through. put both of the girls together and it was hell raising like you'd never seen before.

lately, people HAD been acting strangely though and it was making izzy slightly suspicious. ever since opallo left for school a couple mornings ago, he’d barely been home and their texts were cryptic at best. he wasn’t up for chit-chat like usual. dad and yano were supposed to be home days ago and her mom was up late practicing her brujera every night this week. it was ALMOST normal, but there was something off and she could feel it. luckily, kat hadn’t changed at all though. aside from the cuts she acquired recently, things had been the exact same.

well at least i can count on somebody.

“ok, let’s dip.”--a wicked smile across her face, clutching her satchel and zipping up her jacket.

“oh wait.” izzy fumbled around the cupboards behind the couch for trey’s hidden stack of firecrackers, “we’re going to need this.. and this…ooooh AND THIS.” she said, shoving each firework in her bag and a few in kat’s bag as well. “this is going to be so fucked up.” she cracked up laughing, slinging the leather bag over her shoulder.

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upon arriving at the tellegio household, she grit her teeth in a smirk–scanning the house’s height up and down and allocating the evil eye to anyone who dared to look her way. there were a ton of people by the looks of it--kids going in and out of the front door to get their friends and a couple bodies already lying on the cold front lawn.

izzy tossed the still-lit cigarette on the perfectly paved sidewalk and walked with kat to the front door. “out of my way, bimbo.” she hissed at a rangy redhead in a tight tube-top that read: “U of Washington” to which she scoffed at and walked out of the crowded doorway into the main space. as she walked through, she noticed a small frame retching on the edge of the stairs, “you want me to call your mommy?” she laughed, before heading forward towards the barman. the girl used to attend some of these parties in middle school--half to terrorize, but also 'cause it was admittedly fun--and to her pleasant surprise the blonde-headed fuck seemed to still outdo himself every arrival. this man had free fucking bar service now? ahh, nothing like taking advantage of a rich man’s stupidity.

“two rum and coke’s.” she voiced dryly over the music–leaning in and batting her eyes at the 20-something clearly off a benders worth of cocaine by the crazy look he gave back at her–or more so at the wall behind her. she turned to kat, clinking her cup with hers. “this party’s not half bad. i think some of these kids are off some real shit.” she remarked, taking a big gulp of the free drink, “i haven’t been to a tellegio party in years. his mom’s going to kill him after we light this shit up.”--patting her bag full of fireworks with a grin.

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Fri, January 19, 2018
And perfect boys with their perfect lives, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy!

Content/Trigger Warning: abusive parent, evil step moms, childhood neglect

There is was, the motherlode of crab rangoon dreams waiting for Lauren. The kitchen party goers were nice enough to not touch the specimen until his arrival. He never realized how actually popular he was until he walked through the archway into the crowded room and everyone said hi to them. He could feel his cheeks warm up as he weaved through the almost strangers. The only strength Lauren had compared to Luke and Jack was their ability to remember people by faces and weird facts alone. They gave handshakes and hugs to anyone who asked for one before getting to his favorite bad memory.

Crab rangoons were fancy, arguably a special treat kind of an appetizer for many but instead Lauren felt almost indifferent. He was careful to place them all by submission, thinking about how weird he picked crab rangoons of all things to shitpost on Twitter about. When their dad was “on trajectory” to take over the company, Lauren’s step-mom was in charge of looking after him. Lauren wouldn’t call her an evil step-mother… just one who liked the joy of his misery… like having him only eat crab rangoons for 4 years of his life, not taking him to his first day of middle school, and purposefully denying him care when she pushed him down a flight of stairs...

Lauren was thankful that he had friends who tolerated played along with his antics online. They were mindless fun for the most part as they dipped a crab rangoon into their respective sauce while scrolling. The party was lively with music playing almost too loud and Lauren noticed the way people were getting messy. He didn't tell anyone but he planned to be fairly sober tonight, and if Luke knew he'd get shit on for sure. His plan for tonight was find someone pretty to watch, not even approach. Lauren wasn't one to be weird about it, just sensing vibes, talk aimlessly around, the usual bit. If they notice him, great. If they don't, he'll approach later. Lauren was never one to rush a situation, always more calculated than he even realized.

"You didn't call." The soft chime of a voice had Lauren's head spin. They didn't forget to call. They chose not to call but a default smile showed on Lauren's face anyways. Phone in pocket before getting up to give Cher a hug. He watched over her shoulder as a full child ejected all liquids from his body into the kitchen sink while she was trying to whisper about... the lingerie she's wearing right now? Wrong time and place as many people jolted back before the kid yelled a request.

"“Does anyone got some downers or something?”" Little Foot's shakey little thumbs up was all they needed to know to shift gears. Lauren only whispered he'd find Cher later before pivoting her out of his way to Leigh. Big Brother Lauren to the rescue. Her face soured before Cher waved the lingering people that the crab rangoons were fair game to devour now. Lauren planned to avoid her all night it seemed as he rubbed Leigh's back.

"Went a little too hard," Lauren's was kind enough to offer a dishtowel to his pseudo-baby brother. "Eat some food and I'll call an uber for you... How did you even get here? By bus?"

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Tonight was dedicated to crystals. Crystals have memories, you know? Chloe triple counted to make sure all 87 of her crystals were accounted for when she placed them all along the wooden patio railing that faced the ocean. The moon already high in the sky as she placed each one with good intentions.

Good luck…

Good fortune…

Good grades…

Good experiences…

Lov-

Definitely not love - romance wasn’t something Chloe liked to wish for. Love is guaranteed for everyone but not here in Seattle for her. Her astrocartography map said her best chances were in the East Coast, somewhere sunny and bright, and she believe in that wholeheartedly. Maybe that’s why she gave up all hope with Carter Fallon after he started seeing Thea Birch. She was much cooler than Chloe was and if Carter could get a girl like her, Chloe didn’t stand a chance.

The ocean waves brought Chloe back to reality as it always did. She exhaled finally to ring her bell to cleanse her crystals. The wavering chimes barely camouflaged with her iphone ringtone. All Chloe had to do now was wait for the sunrise to fully charge her colorful collection which also meant she was free for the rest of the night.

Cringy Cutie Club was “popping off” tonight, as people on Twitter would say. She had no clue how she fell into this specific group of friends but if their common denominator was being called strange and off for enjoying things, she was willing to participate. Tonight’s occasion? Riley crying over Lauren Finley once more… but this time about crab rangoons? Chloe breezingly listed things by request on what could the rangoons be made of and then just a link to a recipe to be done with it all. It wasn’t that Chloe disliked Riley’s special interest being Lauren, it was just… He clearly wouldn’t be faithful and he was a Capricorn sun, Aquarius moon, Capricorn rising. Not to mention their Chiron being in Capricorn as well… Chloe cringed at the thought of the fuckery of that natal chart the one time Lauren convinced her to “see their future.”

Her dads weren’t home tonight, which made the whole house feel cold - cold enough that Chloe felt uncomfortable with her usual thin spaghetti strap tops and comfy gym shorts. She wrapped a fuzzy rope around herself with plans on being “normal” tonight and just watch “Ghost” with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore when both Fallon boys texted her.

One at the Luke party.
The other probably tongue deep into another girl that’s not her.

She wanted to chuck her phone onto the wall but… Peace. Calm. Cool and collected. That’s what Chloe WANTED to be, especially instead of WANTING TO BE WITH CARTER FALLON. She furiously texted them both as the movie rolled by. One sweet on Twitter promising she would show up for him and the other just… Mad. Chloe liked Carter maybe the moment she met him in middle school and it lingered tightly through every girlfriend Carter went through, or whoever Chloe thought was his girlfriend at least.

He was on a date with Bendy Wendy! Someone in her year? Chloe was pretty sure he said he’d never date someone younger but apparently along with never washing his hands, he was also a liar now. She was quick in her decisions and it was mostly thanks to themes converging. Chloe was NOT going to be a Riley Jones, pining over some dude who never cared to notice her in that light. So she got on the most on brand starry night outfit to shine in the moonlight and headed out to Luke Tellegio's house. Hell, she walked it since it was only a few blocks away. Cars were all parked along the side as her stomping turned into the softest breeze.

Being angry felt like an inside thing for her. The moment the moonlight sparkled, Chloe was back to cool and calm, just like how she WANTED. The music was gross like all the music that BON band made as she shimmined through the crowd. Body's rubbing against her in a sway and there were clouds of smoke every other way she turned. First thing she did was accept a drink from the bar. She never ordered anything before but the bartender kinda just... eyed her as she took it anyways.

To: Cringy Cutie Club
From: Chloe

I have arrived to this house party.
It is a lot cleaner than I expected.
Correction, I thought his house would be dirty as a default due to his... bad hair.

She managed to text to her friends while she sipped along. Chloe had no reason to be here. She just didn't want to keep ahold of the bad energy her past crush gave to her. All she wanted was her friends to get there so she could forget her anxieties and have fun... She also wasn't sure if she left the tv going at home. Now she had another thing to worry about.

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  Beth smirked "your definitely not a greyhound more like a Chihuahua or something" a teasing tone present in her voice. As Ayden seemed to come up with a plan and started barking orders at her Beth raised an eyebrow at him but obeyed stepping off the board as instructed. "Aye Aye Captain" she saluted.
  
  She watched as he stepped on her board and raised an eyebrow "you better not fucking....." trailing off as she noticed where he was standing before helping her onto the board in front of him. It wasn't that she didn't trust Ayden, it was that she didn't really trust anyone. People always found a way to disappoint or hurt you. Well, maybe it was all down to her anxiety but she found it hard to trust people and was quite skeptical of humanity as a whole and she didn't know why, she trusted Ayden for the most part, she had known him since they were children but she couldn't help the part of her that worried, the part that told her not to trust anyone.
  
  His arms wrapped around her and Beth found herself pushed against him, their bodies snug together on the board, almost impossible to tell where one began and the other ended and maybe she would have felt something, maybe her heart would have skipped a beat or her stomach tighten if she wasnt so damn concerned on how they were meant to maneuver this thing. Please dont let us fall or my board break
  
  Mush mush... Beth tilted her head back to look up towards Ayden "Sorry the sleigh dogs are on break right now so mush yourself" she commented before looking back ahead of them. Inwardly sighing to herself Beth realised that she in fact did need to be the one to push off, realising that with where Ayden was standing the board could go from under them if he was to change his footing.
  
  Leaning more of her weight into Ayden to keep her steady, Beth slowly lifted her foot and placed it on the ground before using it to push off and start them rolling. Now Beth was a confident skater, she was good and she knew it but being stoned mixed with the fall she'd already had left her a bit shaky and nervous. However once the board began to freely roll and the wind could be felt sweeping through her hair the confidence returned. Two feet firmly back on the board Beth allowed her body to relax into Ayden, a grin playing on her lips, faltering slightly as an unexpected wave of butterflies passed through her entire being. Did she like Ayden or was it the position they were currently in? She pushed the thoughts to the back of her head putting it down to hormonal instincts of being in the arms of a boy and instead focused on keeping the board going towards their destination.
  
  As they came to a stop in front of Luke's house, a low whistle escaped Beth's lips as she took in the sheer size of the palace in front of her. She had been here before but it never failed to amaze her everytime she saw it. It was outrageous to believe that she knew someone who lived in a house like this, hell the Queen of England probably had a smaller house.
  
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Leigh Fallon

Just as he finished retching up the last of his shots, Leigh felt a gentle hand rubbing small circles into his back.

He didn’t even need to look up from the sink to know that it was Lauren, his honorary extra older brother, come to rescue him. Using the granite countertop to brace himself, he pulled himself away from his latest mess and collapsed into Lauren’s arms. “Laury, I threw up,” Leigh said weakly, as if that needed to be pointed out, “And Luke Tellegio’s gonna kill me.” He sighed miserably, clumsily cleaning up his face with the dishtowel Lauren handed to him. As it happened, Lauren had actually seen the Wine Spill Incident, and had witnessed the resulting carnage to Luke’s mother’s white carpet, but Leigh didn’t know that yet.

Lauren seemed like they’d already perfectly predicted this situation occurring. This was, after all, the first time that Leigh had ever been to a party without Carter to keep an eye on him. It was all in keeping with the natural law of high school freshmen that he’d be completely wrecked within the first 20 minutes. It was a rite of passage sort of thing, wasn't it?

"Eat some food and I'll call an uber for you... How did you even get here? By bus?"

“Hey, no, I don’t wanna go home!! I don’t wanna Uber. And I don’t want any food either because… because I threw up and…” Leigh started to protest but trailed off, seeming to forget about finishing his abandoned sentence as he absentmindedly babbled onto the next thought. “...I can’t go home anyway, y’know? Carter’s got his date. They’re probably screwing in my bed right now.” He glared sourly, accentuating his frustration with an obscene hand gesture.

But at the end of the day, even with all of his excuses, Leigh knew full well that Lauren wasn’t going to let him go until he had something in his stomach other than alcohol, no matter how crummy he felt. He had to do it. It was the only way that he was going to be allowed to avoid getting sent home early.

“Oh fine.” He grumbled, pushing some bottles around trying to find something to eat. Without really thinking too much about his choice, Leigh grabbed the closest food item left forgotten on the drinks table: a strawberry square, with a bite already taken out of it, but Leigh didn’t seem to care much about the possibility of sharing germs with a stranger when he recklessly shoved the whole thing into his mouth. “See? I’m eating. I eated. I’m fine. I can stay now.” He said indignantly, with his mouth still full. “...And I did take the bus. What’s wrong with the bus, yo? I can ride the bus.”

He had no way of knowing the terrible mistake he had just made.
See, he wasn’t too far gone right at this moment; just a little intoxicated and upset. He’d only just gotten here and was only a few drinks in, and he’d just regurgitated most of it anyhow. If he hadn’t done what he just did, he probably would’ve been alright.
But if Thelma Ainsley’s current state was anything to go by, those strawberry squares had a few secret special ingredients.
In a couple of minutes, this was going to be a very interesting night for Leigh's liver.

“I wanna go upstairs.” Leigh pulled back from his embrace with Lauren, ready to go continue his misadventures, only to look down and remember that his crutches had fallen to the floor while he was getting sick. He frowned, worriedly biting into his lower lip. Leigh, who was a bit too wobbly to get up and down from the floor easily even when he was sober, definitely wasn’t going to be able to retrieve his mobility aids by himself without getting stuck on the ground like the old ladies in those Life Alert commercials. “...Can you help me get those?” He asked his friend hesitantly, evidently a little upset to have to ask for help after so fiercely insisting that he was fine.

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very, very angry

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Luke's house party

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Billy Howard

TW: ABUSE


Billy had lied and found himself in a position he rather had not been in, he found himself in a quiet place with just his ex as company. His eye black and blue he started explaining it to Vera, he didn't know why but somehow it felt right. God, he felt like an idiot talking about it. Maybe it was the beer.
He put the bottle away simultaneously and put his hand on Vera's leg, they fought a lot when they were together but somewhere he could never let her go.
Emily knew about his father but not the details he told Vera, nobody knew those. His eyes pierced through the girl in front of him, he didn't want to be unfaithful to Emily but another part of him screamed for the attention.

He squeezed her leg, not listening to any of the words she were actually saying. He was way too busy with himself until the attention diverted to the other side of the room. Emily. Her voice shrilled through the room and Billy felt caught, cornered and with no way out.
'What the fuck are you doing here?' He fired back without hesitation, standing up and stepping in front of Vera as if he was ''protecting'' her.
'We're having a conversation.' He looked Emily up and down, trying to express for her to leave the room and leave him be. He wasn't looking for another dictator in his life, having just his father was enough. 'As you can clearly see,' Billy couldn't help but have the last word. Especially to Emily.
It was obvious Emily had made Vera uncomfortable, showing on her face and it made him feel bad. He didn’t want to put Vera in this awkward position and lately him and Emily have been putting a lot of his friends in an awkward position.

Billy thought he knew how Emily would react, the same as how she always would. She would grumble for a few hours but drop it eventually, leaving with him every single time.
This time it was not like that, she stepped forwards instead of backing down. It was Vera's comment, it made her jealous and somehow it flattered him.

Billy did everything to hide his showing smirk until he felt the cold liquid hit his face, it felt like a shockwave came over him. He couldn't even hear her scream, Billy had way too much to drink to think logically, let alone talk this out. She had some nerve to pull something like this in front of his ex. Vera, the girl who could make him feel better even if he felt like there was no reason to feel better.
The drink was dripping off his black hair and arms, sticky and wet but he didn't feel cold at all. He grabbed Emily's arm with force, without even thinking about it he dragged the blonde girl through the kitchen before giving her a hard push, his foot slipping by the edge of the pool. 'What the hell is wrong with you?' He gave her another push, Billy's eyes filled with anger. 'Try me one more time, Emily.' And so she did.

Billy knew it was wrong what he was doing but still he couldn't stop making excuses for himself, Emily had been pushing him to his limits every day since they were together. They argued more than the amount of making up they did and ever since the whole gun accident she had been up his ass every time he went to do something without her. And now, she bargained in the room like she'd owned him.
Billy didn't notice Vera following them until he heard her speaking a totally different language, he knew she was drunk when she started talking in a language he didn't understand. Drunk or angry, as the only other time he ever heard her talk like this was when they used to fight.

Emily was squaring up, putting force in the shoulders she pressed into his chest. Her words hurt him like knifes but Billy would never admit that. He was the bully? That's not right. His father made him this way, he was the bully, not Billy.
He felt embarassed, feeling his face starting to glow a pink-ish color and without further thinking he smacked her in the face. Leaving a handprint almost immediately while he took two steps back, almost throwing himself into the pool as the feeling of regret grew. Without saying a word, he turned to Vera, looking at her with a pair of eyes that were begging for her to sympathize or understand.

Billy couldn’t have predicted any of this happening but none of it processed in his brain, when Luke appeared in front of him his only thought was where he had come from. Billy knew his friend longer than today and it was obvious he was running on more than just your normal ''fuel''.
Even though he was generously a lot taller than Billy, he didn't back down even an inch and was ready to make that blue eye on his face appear on Luke's as well. Get out? He didn't even know what had happened but he chose her side. Like always. Billy always knew something else was going on between Luke and Emily and this just seemed to confirm it.

What hurt worse than Luke yelling him to get out was Vera looking at him with those sweet, big brown eyes. Billy stood frozen on his place, anger building up more and more by Luke's weary threats. 'I'm not fucking going anywhere and threaten me again and I'll knock all your teeth out.'
Smart move, Bil. He steered over at Vera, kind of relieved she wasn't crying, she never cried. 'You're not walking home,' he spoke sounding more certain than he actually was. 'Come, we're leaving.' Billy didn't want to be alone, holding on to the little bit of attention Vera had given to him earlier.
He felt like a little kid sjorring his mom's shirt wanting to go home, but instead of going home he wanted to forget tonight and hold no responsibility. Maybe even celebrate being single again and pretend he was immune to any sorts of feelings. This way no one could hurt him, not even his dad.

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PART 1

TW: violence, fighting, abuse, wasted drinks

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  Emily possibly had a little too much to drink in her house before arriving at Lukes. Already starting to stumble she couldn't help but smirk to herself as she entered through the front doors of the familiar home. Maybe for once she'd actually be needing minding tonight. although she was sure that in a few hours she'd have sobered up to mind one of her friends, she didn't mind this off course, she never did.
  
  Emily looked around the room before turning to her friends with a smile playing on her lips "right .. ok .. I need to find Billy but I'll find yous after ok?" shouting the last bit to be heard over the blaring music coming from the speakers beside them. Without waiting for a reply, Emily turned and took off drunkenly navigating her way around the house. She knew this house like the back of her hand, however, it was where Billy might be that stumped her.
  
  Stopping in the kitchen Emily made herself a drink of vodka and 7up as she looked around. Again no sign of Billy here, checking her phone to see if he had replied before sighing as no new notifications showed up. Drink in hand, Emily made her way down one of the side corridors of the kitchen into a much quieter part of the house with the intention to ring Billy when she heard his voice coming from one of the rooms. Emily approached quickly and was shocked to find that not only was he already at the party but that he was alone in a room with his ex, the ex who Billy had been annoyed that Emily had talked with only the other day. The alcohol blocking out all other sense in her head, Emily stormed into the room in a fit of anger "What the fuck is going on here".
  
  Billy reacted coldly which was no surprise to Emily in the slightest, she had expected that from him. "Sorry- I- uh... It looks bad, doesn't it" Vera's words almost made Emily laugh, yes it looks fucking bad, here was her boyfriend squeezing his ex's leg and if she hadn't of walked in they probably would have ... no she couldn't think like that, she wouldn't.
  
  Emily could feel her blood beginning to boil in rage and betrayal, she heard something about a private conversation but she didn't care, it didn't look like a conversation to begin with.
  
  Emily wasn't an aggressive girl, she always chose the non violent or confrontational route but when Billy stepped in front of Vera as though to protect her something snapped inside her "Fuck you Billy" Emily practically screamed as she allowed the anger to take over her entire being as she stepped forward closing the gap between them and without so much of a thought to her actions her hand lifted and she threw her entire drink at him.
  
  She watched as his smirk turned to shock and then anger and she couldn't help the pleased smirk that played on her lips. The drink was making her confident and in that moment the only thing she regretted was wasting a perfectly good drink although the scumbag deserved it.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

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PART 2

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  Before Emily had any time to react Billy grabbed her arm and began forcefully dragging her out of the room. She dug her heels into the ground trying to stop them moving but stumbled and found herself with no choice but to obey, almost taking double steps to try keep up with his pace, a difficult task in the heels she had chosen to wear. His grip was too hard to break and she honestly wouldn't be surprised if he left her with a bruise. "Get off me" she practically screeched and almost immediately as they stepped outside he obeyed by giving her a hard push backwards.
  
  
  'What the hell is wrong with you?
  
  She stumbled backward almost falling from the shock of the sudden action but managed to catch herself in time, just as she stood straight, he pushed her again. Her eyes widened as she felt her back hit the wall looking at Billy in horror before looking at the pool on her right, she was trapped. She looked at him, the anger in his eyes was glaringly obvious and Emily would be lying if she said she wasn't a little scared. There wasn't many people around to witness whatever could happen here, she had seen Billy angry before but never like this, however, the alcohol running through her veins would not let her quit and so she pushed herself of the wall and looked up at Billy.
  
  "Whats wrong with me?" she laughed "whats wrong with you!"
  
  Pretending to be invincible, she stood up straight, pushing her shoulders back as she squared up to him "What are you going to do" she asked menacingly, taunting him as she pushed him back, wishing she had a second drink to throw "I'm not afraid of you" she hissed, her voice low.
  
  "Cut it out man" Vera's voice could barely be heard over the sound of her own beating heart filling her ears. She felt a slight tinge of relief at Vera's presence but this was shortly lived as Emily realised he probably treated her the exact same way and realistically would Vera even help her, after all they looked very cozy only moments ago. Remembering how she had been treated the last few months sent a whole new wave of anger through her drunken being only sparked more by the threat that fell from Billy's mouth.
  
  "Your a selfish bully and you cant keep using your shithead father as an excuse for the shitty things you do" as soon as the words left her mouth, Emily regretted it, not because they would hurt him, oh no she was going for pain here but she realised that provoking someone with anger issues while she was trapped against a wall was definitely not her wisest option and unfortunately she proved to be right.
  
  
  Emily didn't see it coming, she saw the anger well up in his eyes but she didn't see him raise his arm. A sharp pain suddenly appeared in her cheek and began to spread down into her jaw and up her temple. Eyes wide and completely in shock Emily stumbled back into the wall. Looking at Billy in complete horror as she brought her hand up to her cheek. The heat radiating of it could be felt before her hand even touched of her cheek. He hit me, he actually hit me.
  
  The real kicker, however, the part that hurt more than the slap ever could was that when Emily looked up again, he wasn't even looking at her. He was looking at Vera for forgiveness. Her head was spinning and she felt like she needed to lie down but regardless the anger consumed her again as she pushed off the wall, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes threatening to spill but she wouldn't let them, she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
  
  "What the fuck is wrong with you? another voice has joined the party and Emily stopped just before she walked into Luke's back. She wasn't sure when he had got here in front of her, her head spinning from everything that had just happened but she was relieved nonetheless. She listened as Luke kicked Billy out, could hear the anger welling in his voice. An anger similar to what she had been feeling only moments ago but it had jumped ship and now all she felt was heartbreak. Head down Emily stayed behind Luke as Billy started shouting at him, all fight in her now gone.
  
  "Em" Emily's attention diverted to the source of the sound and she looked up to see Luke now addressing her. She wanted to be strong, she wanted to seem unbothered by it all, but a glance at the handprint on her arm and the still present burning sensation in her cheek left her with only the ability to shake her head as tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Without so much of a word Emily buried her face into Lukes chest as she willed herself to get it together.
  
  "I need drugs and drink" she finally said after a couple of seconds, her voice muffled from his shirt before she pulled back and looked up at him, giving a soft smile that didn't reach her eyes.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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the party of the century.

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Chimney Swift

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Summer Crosby refused to get inebriated. It wasn't that she was opposed to it, of course - on any other given night, she might have partook in some of the illicit behavior that she was certain was going on right now. She'd try anything once; it was her motto for life. Which led her to tonight, where she planned on driving anyone who couldn't drive themselves home. Summer herself had once been in that situation, and she didn't wish it upon anyone else. She had parked her light blue Volkswagen beetle just hidden from the road, where traffic wouldn't be that bad if she had to get someone from point A to B. Clicking her key fob to lock the car, she started for the house.

She had never been to Luke's house before, but it was a magnificent palace looming before her. It was much nicer than the cramped space she had to work with. Fitting four people into a tiny house was utter hell, especially because she had to share her bathroom with her eight year old brother Alexander. Peace and quiet were two words that Summer had never recognized. Tonight wouldn't be any less peaceful and quiet. But Summer was going to try to be a morally upstanding individual tonight; do what was right, so to speak. No shenanigans were to be had in her eyes. They could wait for another day.

She made her way into the party, immediately being greeted by the smell of marijuana. "Dear God..." she muttered under her breath as she began to wander through the party. Although Summer wasn't here to party, her outfit still represented a party lifestyle. Her sage green crop top and matching slacks complimented her bold eyeshadow and nude lip. Her hair was loosely held up by a claw clip, and she wore suede booties to pull the whole look together. It was freezing outside, but yet she wore no coat. Her shirt did have long sleeves, of course. And she wasn't wearing the cute miniskirt she wanted to wear. Summer liked to dress for, well...the summer. Dressing for the winter was the worst. Winter was the worst. But that wasn't her problem now, was it? Her real problem was missing Sam. He was her first boyfriend, and even though they had parted ways on good terms, she still missed him. He was her first kiss, her first date, her first...well, you know. And if she saw him now, with his new girlfriend, she might just lose it and start bawling in front of everyone as if she were a toddler who had scraped their knee. Summer ended up sitting on the stairs, leaning back and closing her eyes. She was getting a migraine already.

But she didn't stay in her happy place for long. Summer opened her eyes, checking Twitter to find a string of incoherent tweets from Leigh. Apparently he had lost his crutches in the process. And of course, Summer couldn't just let him stay without his crutches. He needed them to walk. It was a job that no one else would be willing to do, but Summer took it with stride. After tweeting Leigh to figure out just where he was, she rose from the stairs and headed over to the kitchen, where he had said that he'd be. His crutches weren't that far from him, thank goodness. Summer really didn't want to have to go on a wild goose chase for them. She crossed the threshold, swiftly picking them up from the floor and offering them to Leigh. "Are these what you were looking for?"

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What the fuck is this? Did Wendy do something to deserve this kind of torture? She couldn't recount a single thing she's done wrong ever! She stared at the anatomically incorrect pair of tits on the scree and wondered how much that school girl's back much hurt.

"Blah blah blah, Gossip girl." Carter must have thought of that one for a loooooong time by the way he smiled like he did something. She only reacted with an eyeroll and watched him graze along his natural habitat. Wendy decided being quiet would keep her alive, not that she thought Carter was the murdering type but she didn't want to leave any impression on him. Anime boys were also stalker boys who made body pillows with your face photoshopped on a porn star's body. Don't ask how Wendy knows that.

"Looks good." She immediately did the opposite of what she thought was the best idea. Any home cooked mean needed praise for the effort. God knows how many of these she would have this year. She was still careful as always when she ate, cutting all the meatballs into halves before eating. The overexplaination of the television only signaled to Wendy how uncomfortable Carter was in the situation too.


She gave the black screen of death the completion of her meal before getting up to attack the television. Three hard wacks on the right side then one good one on top. Works every time!

Guess they were marathoning The Good Place tonight.

"Dad had this model for years. Noey got us a new one on Black Friday after punching a Best Buy security guard. Wendy overexplained just like him before she plopped herself beside Carter this time since it was a better view of the show. The more comfy spot let out her accent to peak out jusy enough. "You watch shows with real people in em still, yeah?"

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all bite, no bark

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teo

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finally party time! fuck it's cold!

Teo’s dumbfounded reaction would probably be the highlight of Nat’s entire night. Even an A-grade peen couldn’t top the priceless look on his face. He almost looked cute, all confused, mouth agape and batting his eyes.

For all the shit she gave him, she was glad Teo had come over. She knew what to expect from him, and in a time where nothing in her life was really certain, it was a great comfort. More importantly - it was a great distraction. She couldn’t be bothered to think about her bullshit when she was busy having ball-hands shoved in her face.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed at Teo’s ability to flip being graded an F into a compliment. Her eyebrows raised as he began making a spectacle of washing his hands. Honestly, she shouldn’t have expected anything less. It was only a natural reaction to showcase your skills after someone insults them, though the fact that the skills in question pertained to handwashing… Well, that maybe only applied to Nat and Teo.

“Much less money on account of it being you and all,”

she said, a half grin contorting her features.

The sound of her mother’s voice wiped her face of any signs of amusement. She stood up straight immediately, having previously been leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. Her left hand grabbed her right elbow so that her arm was laid across her stomach as though that’d make her lack of clothing less apparent. The last thing she wanted right now was a fucking lecture.

“In here, mom,”

she called out despite herself, despite the fact that she just wanted to leave without any further interruptions.

How, exactly, she’d forgotten the most irritating thing in Teo’s arsenal - flirting with her mother - was beyond her. The moment he opened his mouth, though, she realized exactly what he was doing. She narrowed her eyes at him, running her tongue over her bottom teeth.

“Y’know, we’re all looking so beautiful tonight,”

she interjected before her mother could respond to Teo’s compliment.

Maybe she should tell Teo to flirt with her mom in front of her dad. Maybe then the pair would finally split, because her mother was so clearly eating that shit up.

“Teo and I, personally, look so beautiful because we have plans tonight,”

she said, grabbing Teo’s forearm with her left hand.

“And you, mamá, look beautiful always,”

she added with a smile, giving her mom a quick kiss on the cheek and dragging Teo along behind her.

“¡Regreso tarde!”

Her mother was beautiful. Despite it all, she still managed to get out of bed in the morning looking like that. Most days, having Tatiana for a mother sucked, but when Nat looked in the mirror, it was almost worth it.

Relief at not running into her father was evident as the pair finally reached the front door and got outside. It was short lived, however, as Nat realized it was maybe just, like, a little bit colder than she thought it’d be. Fuck.

“We’re taking the car ‘cause it’s, uh, dark out,”

she said, walking towards her dad’s white BMW M2. Luke’s place was at most a five minute walk, but she refused to be caught shivering. Absolutely fucking not.

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Fri, January 19, 2018
And perfect boys with their perfect lives, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy!

The kid looked like hell even more closer up. There was no way Leigh was surviving the night if he continued at this trajectory. “I know you did, I just saw you do that.” Laury forced an uncomfortable laugh while turning on the sink to have the ejected liquid go down the drain. Lauren will let Luka know he owed them for this later... “Luke won’t hurt you, Lele. Can’t touch a hair on your chinney-chin-chin.” They wet the tip of their fingers just to make the front of Leigh’s hair cute with a swirl like a mom dropping off her kid at kindergarten. Or what Lauren imagined that would be like from movies. “Fine fine, you can come home with me tonight after but you have to promise me no more accidental spills on any imported rugs, got it?”

Lauren didn’t pay attention to whatever Leigh ate. It was bad that they just assumed it was one of the many crab rangoons. Instead, he was still making sure Leigh looked clean…er than probably before he entered the party. Lauren could tell the silly crab rangoon “trigger” was keeping him a bit on edge now, a little too hyper-focused on the fruitless task of making his child pageant queen win best in show, that he didn't even notice Princess Emily walk in. No doubt she'd stop and give them a hug like she usually did and he'd be sad if she didn't even say hello. It was good they didn't notice each other tonight.

The moment Lauren went to grab the crutches, he caught himself too slow. A helping hand? Lauren still kept the smiling face on himself to take the crutches off the helper's hands to place them under the injured birdy. Summer Crosby was tinier than Lauren expected. She was one of those people you hear about from others but never actually got to meet. "Ah, thanks errr... Summer right? He should be good to party again... Just a little mishap. Right, Leigh?"

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Summer couldn't believe that she was doing this right now. Sure, she had come here with the intention of helping people, but Leigh was way too inebriated and/or high out of his mind to even function at the moment. She had to get him home - and soon. If this kid ended up puking in the backseat of her car, she was going to be pissed. Which was why, the sooner that Summer could encourage him to go home, like she knew that he should, the less the chance of that happening. But there was a new factor into the equation - and they were standing...no, looming before her. "Ah, thanks errr... Summer right? He should be good to party again... Just a little mishap. Right, Leigh?" Lauren smiled encouragingly over at the mess of a boy. Summer, on the other hand, frowned.

Good to party again? Over her dead body. "I don't know, Lauren...look at him, he's in no state to party. I would feel absolutely awful if I found out that Leigh ended up in the hospital for alcohol poisoning." She attempted to plead her case, batting her long eyelashes at Lauren. Surely they'd be on her side about this, especially after seeing her downcast eyes and loss of smile. It wasn't even in a suggestive manner - Summer could use her bubbly personality to convince anyone to take up her cause. Besides, there was only one guy she had eyes for, and it didn't look like she'd ever get an opportunity to be with him again. Not right now, at least. He had made up his mind on who he wanted, and all Summer could do was watch from the sidelines. But that wasn't what she was here to think about. No, her priorities were all about Leigh.

"Leigh, do you want me to bring you home? I could even stay a while, just to make sure that you're well." Summer truly did have Leigh's best interest in mind here. She would do whatever it took to convince him to let her bring him home. She didn't want him to stay at the party, at least not while he was in this state. He was a danger to himself and everyone else around him at the moment. If he ended up accidentally hurting himself or someone else, then Summer would feel guilty. So getting him to a safe environment was the first agenda on the books. But it definitely wouldn't be easy. No, it would be an uphill battle convincing Lauren, as well as Leigh, that this was in both of their best interests. But if she could pull this off, then she'd be the heroine in the situation. Both of them would thank her for this later. And wasn't that what this was all about?

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Leigh Fallon

Another helping hand appeared from the crowd, picking up Leigh’s fallen crutches from the floor and handing them to Lauren: Summer Crosby, a small blonde sophomore who looked almost too preppy and put-together to be hanging out at this chaotic shit-circus of a party. Leigh knew her from school; she was in his debate class… last week, he had lost to her team in the class showdown about the ethics of capital punishment (Leigh blamed the fact that his group was 1 member smaller than hers, but it probably had more to do with the fact that he kept referring to lethal injection as “getting sleepy-juiced.”)
But that devastating defeat aside, Leigh had no hard feelings towards the girl. In fact, he sort of liked her. She was smart, and seemed pretty nice…

“Thanks, Summer!” Leigh gave the blonde a bright smile and a set of cheery finger guns as Lauren helped him back onto his crutches, letting him attempt to find his balance with them on his own. The alcohol and resulting sickness had rendered him even more wobbly than usual, though, so he ended up still leaning against Lauren to stay upright.
Lauren attempted to reassure Summer, saying that the whole vomiting incident was all just a little mishap and Leigh was all set to go back to partying, but she didn’t buy it. Maybe she’d seen the wine spill earlier, too. She frowned at the two boys, clearly unimpressed with Lauren’s willingness to let the young freshman continue to lollop around and get into more trouble.

"I don't know, Lauren… look at him, he's in no state to party. I would feel absolutely awful if I found out that Leigh ended up in the hospital for alcohol poisoning."

Alcohol poisoning?
No way that could happen. Leigh was a Fallon; that basically meant he was totally immune to the potentially fatal negative effects of substances, right? He couldn’t end up in the hospital. Well, that’s what his mother and older brother would have him believe, anyway.
Substance abuse didn’t just run in his family, it sprinted.

“I’m not gonna end up in the hospital, don’t worry. Can’t afford that shit anyhow. Mom’s like… not paying for health insurance anymore or somethin’...” Leigh shrugged, trying to brush off the statement he just made as a casual thing, though the look on his slightly-reddened face hinted that he cared a bit more than he was letting on. If he really did end up in the emergency room, his whole family would be in debt until the end of time-- they were still in debt from the medical bills from when he was born, he was pretty sure. They probably owed the hospital more money than Luke's carpet cost. “And uh, hey, why’s everyone trying to make me go home!? I don’t wanna go hoooome. I’m fine, yo. Super fine. Look, I can do the… the field sobriety test thing, remember? Where you hold your arm out like this…” Eagerly, Leigh demonstrated the test, shifting his arm out from one of his crutches to extend it forward. “And then you gotta bring it back in and touch your nose like… OW!!”

Leigh had accidentally poked himself in the eye, failing his own sobriety test and summarily proving exactly how wrecked he actually was.

“...I’m okay. I meant to do that. Let's go do something, okay? See if anyone's got something fun...”

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Ayden Thompson

Beth’s snarky comment and head tilt backwards were enough to get a smirk out of Ayden as he looked down at her face. As she began to mentally prepare herself, he took hold of her backpack and slid it on; after all, how was she going to be able to keep her balance and skate with it on? It would create a barrier between the two, putting their distance off on the board and causing them to crash. Therefore, he was going to have to sacrifice his aesthetic to ensure they didn’t both crack their skulls open. His own skull, he wasn’t very concerned about whether it was cracked or not. But Beth’s on the other hand… He didn’t want to have to deal with bringing her to the hospital if he was being completely honest. Those places were boring.

As they travelled through the suburbs, Ayden couldn’t help but find contentment at this moment. The cool breeze whipped against their faces and combed their hair. And despite the pair of them both being on the board, he decided that this would be a wonderful opportunity to close his eyes and really take in everything. To see if he felt anything. Even just a little crumb. He wanted to feel the adrenalin of not knowing which direction they were going or if they were heading straight into complete danger. He wanted to feel the hormonal butterflies flutter within him as he held another person close to his own body. He wanted to feel delighted in the soft smells of the salty breeze that danced around them.

But there it was … nothing.

He was numb. And he felt like there was no way of ever feeling anything ever again. Feeling Beth relax into his frame, he slowly lowered his head and rested his chin upon the top of her head. His arms tightly holding her around her waist, ensuring that she felt safe enough to lead them to where they needed to go. With his eyes shut, chin upon Beth’s head, and the wind pressing against their bodies, Ayden let out a long, slow exhale. Surely, you would feel something doing this, right? There would be at least one sort of emotion flooding through your body. Well, there sure was an emotion running through him right now; annoyance. Anger. Resentment. And maybe even a little bit of guilt.

As Beth positioned herself to slow down - which he noticed by the movements of the board they were currently riding on together - Ayden allowed his eyes to finally slide open and he raised his chin from her head to allow her to stop the board with no struggle. When she came to a complete stop, he automatically climbed off the board and turned around to watch Beth, praying that she still wasn’t high and about to fall flat on her ass again. The last thing he wanted to do was listen to another damn cursed prep girl song while lying on the floor with the other.

“My goal tonight is the three D’s” Ayden exhaled as he approached the girl, sliding her bag off of his shoulder as he spoke, holding it in his hand momentarily. With the other hand, however, he raised it and with each word, raised a finger to count along. “Drunk, drugged and dick wet” He nodded towards his three fingers now standing proudly at his explanation before dropping his hand and extending his other to hand the girl her bag that he had been holding. Ayden cocked a brow at her as he tilted his head ever so slightly and placed his free hand into his jean pockets. “By all means. You’re more than welcome to join. For any or all of the three D’s”

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  Beth bit her lip as she tilted her head listening to Ayden list out his plans for tonight or more specifically the three D's. Her eyebrow raising slightly as she was invited to partake in his plans. "And they say romance is dead" an amused tone was evident in her voice as she took her bag of Ayden and placed it on her shoulders.
  
  Deciding to not give Ayden an answer on what d's she would be partaking in Beth, without so much as a word, picked her board up of the ground and began walking into the house, to be honest Beth didn't think too much into it herself, the first two were definites, decided before she even got to the house but in terms of the third and final D she was of an opinion that if it happens, it happens. "Well come on then or do you want to stand out here like a garden gnome all night"
  
  The party was in full swing and Beth couldn't help but smile as she took in the large crowd dancing, talking, sleeping and drinking throughout the house. She only recognised about half the faces present but that didn't surprise her in the slightest, Luke's parties were known for getting out of control and she was sure tonight would be no different. Beth placed her board into a downstairs closest, safely away from prying eyes before turning her attention back to the Ayden.
  
  "To the bar" Beth shouted the words sounding almost like a war cry leading them into battle as she raised her arm before making her way towards the other side of the room, swaying her hips to the music as she walked. Blindly leading them towards a bar that she couldn't see due to the mass amount of people taller than her standing in her way.
  
  After determination, guessing and realistically a lot of steering from Ayden who could actually see their destination, the pair reached the bar and Beth grinned as she pushed their way to the front ordering two rum and cokes and two shots. Beth turned to Ayden as the drinks got put in front of them, passing him a shot glass as she held up her own, she cheersed the glasses before putting her head back and swallowing the content in one gulp. Beth placed the shot glass back on the bar and grabbed the rum and coke before fighting her way back out of the crowd surrounding them
  
  "So for stage two of your great plan what were you thinking?" she asked looking up to him as she leaned against the wall behind her. She had weed on her but she had been thinking of something harder for tonight, really letting loose after the week she had but she just didn't know what she wanted.
  
  Normally she was just given something by someone present, a small baggie filled with a mysterious powder placed in her hands or a key held to her nose, the content only to be discovered after being taken, she never normally had to think about what she wanted or the buzz she felt like and that was how Beth liked it, the surprise and danger of what she could be given or what state she may end up in. Now in that saying that Beth only really did this with friends and people she trusted, she didn't want to end up dead in a ditch, not yet anyway ...
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Kat was looking over her shoulder a lot more than usual as they made their way to the Tellegio household, she wasn't on edge per say just more cautious. Tensions were high this week and if something happened to Izzy well, that wasnt even worth thinking about.
  
  She didn't care for herself only her friend, Kat wasn't afraid of getting hit, she wasn't even afraid of death , if it happened, it happened but she would not let Izzy get hurt while in her protection, especially on a night when they had snuck out of the house. She was sure she would get an earful later from one of Izzy's brothers but that was only if they got caught and Kat was not planning on getting caught.
  
  It seems their reputation precedes them and as they walked through the house people seemed to be essentially jumping out of their way, this was also helped by Izzy's offhand comments at people they passed. Kat couldn't help but smirk at the terrified looks on peoples faces as they clocked them, hushed whispers relaying the stories of the duo and things that they have done.
  
  "To a chaotic night, they won't forget" Kat clinked her glass with Izzy's before taking a large gulp of her own drink, turning to face their playground for the night as she leaned against the bar, no intentions of moving to let other people in. Her eyes finding people who dared come near her, warning with a snarl to her lips that if they so much as touched of her that it would be the last thing they do.
  
  "Yeah I don't even know the last time i was here" she agreed, her eyes drifting to the bag as Izzy patted it "but will probably be the last for a while" amusement laced in her voice as her mind swam with all the possibilities of fun they could have. She needed to let loose and blow of some steam and that was exactly what she planned to do.
  
  "Right lets have a look for where we can do this, a place with the most damage" she mused as she pushed herself away from the bar and began to walk towards the back garden, shoulding two people harshly out of her way as she walked. A smirk playing on her lips as she heard someone fall "Watch where your fucking going" Kat shouted back to her as though the stranger had walked into Kat.
  
  Walking into the kitchen Kat scanned the room and rolled her eyes as she saw a literal baby hunched over the sink, she never understood people getting this wasted, it was ridiculous to her. Get drunk and have a good time but when you get to the point of being a show then go home. Now she wasn't against getting totaled but she would never allow herself to be caught puking in a sink, she would never let herself get to the state. As she turned back to face Izzy to see her reaction, her eyes widened slightly as she watched a boy dragging a blonde girl outside quite harshly. She clocked them to be Billy and Emily, the extremely annoying couple who tended to fight on social media all the time. It was for this reason that Kat didn't give them much attention, allowing the screaming girl to be dragged outside without intervention. The blonde bimbo deserved whatever she was gonna get for being such an idiot and child on social media and Billy, well he deserved whatever Emily's friends were going to do to him for also being an ass.
  
  "Woah this party is really kicking off" amusement clear in her tone as she looked back at her friend before they stepped outside into the patio area. Her eyes scanning the area around them, moving away from the fighting couple before more people could come out to the damsels rescue.
  
  Taking another large gulp of her drink, Kat turned to Izzy "did you bring the coke from Treys" she asked her
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  The girls decided that driving was the best bet to get to Lukes and Tori sat silently as she watched Emily grab her keys from the desk and stumble towards the door. She didn't want to argue against any of the girls afraid that they might ignore her or shun her for voicing any opinion but her desire to not end up at the bottom of a ditch was stronger than her anxious thoughts and she stood up moving over quickly to take the keys of Emily.
  
  A weight was lifted off her shoulders when Emily handed her the keys without hesitation, agreeing that it was probably for the best Tori drove since she had only had one drink. She stood up for herself and the girls agreed, it was like they valued her opinion and while Tori was relieved she was also confused, still waiting for the other hand to drop but it never did. The car ride to Lukes was short but enjoyable as the girls blared songs on the radio, singing along at the top of their lungs.
  
  This is going to be a good night.
  
  If only she could freeze time, Tori wished that they could stay in this moment, happy, carefree, if it was up to her they would just drive around all night but Tori was driving them to a destination and the closer they got the more anxious she was beginning to become. The knot tightening in her chest with each second closer they got.
  
  By the time Tori pulled into the driveway she felt like she couldn't breath, the knot constricting all airflow to her lungs. It didn't help that wherever she looked there was drunk and possible high people passed out in the yard or puking in bushes. So this was a Luke party, it was exactly how she had always imagined it, chaotic and messy.
  
  Tori parked and got out of the car, placing the keys in her bag for safe keeping, the last thing she wanted was Emily getting more wasted and then trying to drive herself home later on tonight. She decided that if she saw any of Emily's best friends she'd give the keys to them, her logic being that they'd probably still be with her the next day long after she had left and also Tori figured they wouldn't let her drive drunk. Her eyes drifted to Ava and Tori quickly shut down the idea of giving them to her as she knew that if Emily did drink drive, Ava would more than likely be in the passenger seat cheering her on. Yes, Laury, Jack or Luke was her safest bet.
  
  As soon as they walked into the house Emily shouted something about Billy and ran off towards the kitchen. Tori's heart sank as she watched her friend run off. She knew that she still had Miyu and Ava and that they wouldn't also leave her but Emily had been her safety net tonight and now here Tori was thrown into the deep end with the sharks. She could feel her heart beginning to race, the sweat building on her palms and her breathing was seconds away from becoming rapid. Pushing it down as best as she could Tori turned to look at Ava, giving a smile to feigh that she was ok "So what now?" she asked the girls trying to distract herself from her impending panic attack, her eyes darting around for the nearest exit incase it was needed.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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Teo Choi

A scrunched nose and raised brows glanced from the mother over to Nati as she commented how they were all looking so beautiful tonight. The temptation to let a bark of laughter was too great, but he managed to keep it in as he watched his friend’s new performance of lies. Then, at the mention of how she and Teo looked so beautiful because they had plans, to which Nati then took hold of his forearm, he thought to himself that this was an opportunity he couldn’t miss to embarrass his dear friend. “Oh, yes, darling,” he responded, creating his voice to leap an octave while throwing his other hand in the air in a dramatic, feminine flair as he spoke. “We lewk ab-saw-lote-ly gaw-jus. And mother, dearest. Always gaw-jus”

They were on the move, much to Teo’s dismay, as he wanted to stick behind to play a bit more with Nat’s mental capacity. To continue poking the tiger to see how long it was before he was scratched or bitten. Nati placed a kiss upon her mother’s cheek before commenting in Spanish; regret filled Teo’s body for never fully paying attention in their Spanish classes whilst at school. As he was dragged along, Teo decided that playing shadow was a far more fun game. So, as he passed by Nati’s mother, he too placed a kiss upon the unexpecting woman’s cheek.

“Reganoni tartar… sauce…!” Teo chimed towards the woman, absolutely butchering the phrase Nati had just said to her moments before. With the girl dragging him through the house, there was no spare second to see her mother’s reaction to his surprise kiss to the cheek nor his attempt to form some sort of sentence that resembled their mother tongue. As they walked through the door and out in the cold, brisk evening air, a chill ran through his spine, prompting him to dig his hands into his jacket pocket. His eyes then travelled to his dear friend who stood next to him.

Jesus Christ. Her tits really are going to cut windows tonight with this weather he thought to himself.

Hearing Nat explain that they were taking her father’s car cause it was dark out resulted in a snort from Teo as he followed her towards the vehicle. “Ohhh, wittle Nati is scared of the dawrrk?” he teased, his lips pursed and his tone flowing with an annoying whine. “It’s not because your tits are literally about to freeze off if you spend another minute outside? Can’t believe your dedication for the dick, hey” He extended his hand, his palm upwards and fingers extended as he raised a brow towards her, expecting her to hand something to him. “Keys. Let’s go. I’ll drive”

Teo, in fact, could not drive.

It wasn’t because he was unfit to do so or because he failed his test so many times. Oh, of course not. It had been because he didn’t have a social security number - something which was mandatory in the state of Washington when getting your license - and his parents refused for him to get a job. While it seemed like absolute bliss to never have to work, his parents hesitancy for him to work stemmed from the fear of ruining his father’s chances of his election campaigns. Because God forbid the son of someone running for major would get fired an hour into his job. Therefore, no social security number resulted in no license, which then further equated to no driving.

But it didn’t stop him from getting behind the wheel at any chance he could get.

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Fri, January 19, 2018
And perfect boys with their perfect lives, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy!

Well, if Summer wanted to take Leigh off of Lauren’s hands, what were they supposed to do? Fight it? Absolutely not. Lauren only tilted their head up as if they were actually considering the proposition. It didn’t help that the kid was already positioning himself on the defense mode with the sad reasons why he shouldn’t go to the hospital…

Oh and the fawn has injured himself once again.

Even with full intentions to dip, Lauren hover over Leigh anyways. "Silly, you need to sit down for a minute for sure." They were still soft and careful when they spoke, making sure Leigh wasn’t bleeding from his eyeball. Once eyeball was still intact, although terribly dilated, Lauren multitaked his way into pouring a dirty shirley and handing it off to Summer. “You have fun, Summer, I know my way around the this house to keep him safe. Jack’s upstairs and you can pick your poison. Tell ‘em it’s on me.” His voice stayed monotoned to dismiss her, possibly to avoid the judgement of his next actions.

Although Lauren didn’t enjoy babysitting at parties, they knew guilt would keep Leigh on their mind. All plans on fun detoured on Leigh, which meant hot time in the hot tub with a topless easy Riley Jones had to wait. The best option now was for Lauren to carry the child. Vomit changes were low with the child vomiting in the sink earlier.

“Hold your crutches.” Lauren already taking the poor boy's fragile state to their advantage to place him over the shoulder. "We're going into the exclusive VIP section. You ever had a lap dance?" This was also a lie - there were no VIP section or girls who would give a 14 year old a lap dance, but Lauren wanted to keep Leigh busy as he pulled through the dense group of people standing around as the hired DJ struggled with his (unknowingly) tampered wires.

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Ugh… people.

He knew he was coming to a party, and he knew precisely what it was going to be like. But no amount of mental preparation ever got him ready for it. The positives of attending such a party were the possibility of scoring free alcohol and drugs here and there, along with a hook-up or two. These were things that Ayden yearned to reignite the fire that had fizzled out in his heart long, long ago. There was the odd night when the spark would once again flame some source of warmth, whether it was for a second or so or even for hours. But those nights where nothing could start any form of light within his soul, those were the nights where he went on… rampages, I guess you could call them.

Now, not like a rampage of elephants or wild boar. It was less focused on hurting others and more… well, self-inflicting. Self-sabotaging. Saying things to people that he didn’t mean, lashing out emotional outbursts, being completely wreckless and careless for his own wellbeing, hoping from one hook up to another, and then another and even another, with zero remorse as he was on the hunt for something that could bring him comfort to his aching heart dousted in alcohol and drugs… The list was endless. Nights where he could barely walk in a straight line, selecting a tribute and taking that random person to bed with him, leaving them once finished without even uttering a word to them. No introductions, questions or thank yous; just straight to the point without the need for a verbal exchange. It had become a self-destructive routine that, no matter how hard he tried, he just kept falling back into it.

It was a miracle he had never had an STD.

The first shot caused his face to squish, nose crinkled and lips pressed in dismay while he allowed the alcohol to burn down his throat. Another hour and he would be drinking this stuff like water. Placing the glass back down onto the table before them, he then took hold of the rum and coke and proceeded to follow Beth to the side, away from the crowd that swarmed in schools like mindless fish. As he took a sip of his drink, he heard Beth’s question, causing his brow to arch in interest. Oh, she was interested in stage two? Well, I suppose she had already proceeded through the beginning of stage one with him. But she did have a point. What would they do for stage two?

The weed Beth had given him previously had given him a small tingling buzz, but it was not enough to rattle or itch his mind like he had been hoping for. A quick gaze around the room had him looking out for any evidence of people using any sort of drug whilst at this party. And then his mind flirted with a particular substance he had tried not too long ago. Ayden was not one for the harder drugs, fearing that he would come to a crippling addiction to it and find his comfort in relying on such a thing. After all, was there anything faithful in life that you could rely on? But it had been a fair amount of weeks since he had used this certain one, so he saw no farm in proceeding with it for the night. After all, he wanted to feel alive after a shit week, right?

“I have an idea” Ayden finally spoke, taking another sip of his drink before turning to look at Beth. “Come on,” he nodded his head to the side as if to indicate that they were on the move. As he did so, he took hold of her hand in his own, lacing his fingers through the spaces of hers. He had seen the way she had run through the crowd prior, like a field mouse trying to jump over the growing wheat, getting stamped by the sheep grazing within the field. “Let’s go find Jack”

Ayden didn’t even pause to see if Beth would protest. Once uttered, he started on his mission to find Jack and his drug dungeon, pulling the more petite girl along with him. He quickly stopped a random partygoer - was that Anthony from his English class? Hell, when was the last time he actually went to English class? - where Jack was, to which the other boy gave great detailed instructions on how to get there. Up the stairs, last door to the left. It wasn’t hard to find the room, and once there, Ayden finally let go of Beth’s hand so he could give the door a firm knock to demand Jack’s attention.

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