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Harvey Milk would have rather been at home, working on editing the raw footage he'd gotten on one recent camping trip, than at a Homecoming dance. And in the back of his mind that's exactly what he was doing, combing through footage and splicing it together. But no instead of posting up in front of his computer for hours and working until his eyes were too dry or his fingers too cramped, Harvey was at the Homecoming dance. On account of his two best friends, Damien and Jacinta. He'd even given up precious movie time to take pictures with them at the former’s house.

At the school the trio made their way through the gym, decked out in streamers and balloons for the occasion. As they walked Harvey started making a list of Homecoming dance movies in his head- well a list of his favorites at least.

There was of course the obvious Spider-Man: Homecoming. Pretty good for one of those Marvel movies (an unfortunate plague on movie-making society in his opinion.) Carrie, Never Been kissed, 10 Thing I Hate About You, She's All That, The DUFF, Grease, Footloose, Mean Girls (you go Glen Coco) and of course Pretty in Pink.

That last one was one of his Mom's favorites, though Harvey had always thought the original ending of Andy ending up with her best friend Ducky made much more sense than her relationship with stupid Blane. His pathological list making was interrupted when Jacinta asked him a question.

‘Been to many of these kinda things?’

“Never.”
He admitted.

When Jace said her line about it being the first time with good company Harvey grinned a toothy grin.
“Well, we're happy to be of service.”


Damien who had been searching for something or rather someone lit up when he'd finally found it-er her, and elbowed Harvey square in the ribs to grab his attention.

“Ouch!”
Sure it was a bit of an overreaction but the playful nudge really had caught him off guard and Harvey well he was soft as a bowl of soggy cereal.


Milk listened as Damien recounted their exchange The other day or rather lack thereof.

‘The girl that I went on a date with the other day. Remember? You guys didn't answer your
“I too, would like to meet the leading lady of our film. I wanna make sure she's got you know- it.”
Harvey felt the need to clarify his statement.
“Star quality, it-factor, uhhh...”
He dug through his brain looking for yet another synonym, snapping his fingers once he'd got it.
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If Carmen had known a single thing about addicts she might've noticed the signs of the impending withdrawals; the groaning, the shaking, that desperate for relief look deep in Wes’ hard-to-pin-down color wise eyes. But she didn't know the first thing about them so all of these things went wholly unnoticed.

She observed in silence as her curly haired cowboy got his fix, crushing and snorting the chalky powder up his nose like he'd done it a thousand times before and it was that moment she realized- he had.

Head cocked the girl watched as Wes leaned his head up against the headrest and when the sigh of relief came a small smile tugged at her painted lips. It was all clicking into place now, he really had been in pain but now he was fine or well he would be. Soon as those pretty little pills did their job.

Wes made it all look so effortless, so simple and clean, hell he'd even managed to keep the mess to a minimum. Carmen wondered how bad something that brought so much relief could really be. No, she didn't know the first thing about addicts, but at this point she knew a thing or two about Wes. So when she finally spoke up to ask him a question Carmen was already pretty sure of the answer.

“Wes do you think you could- that I could...”
When she'd gotten visual confirmation of the ex-rodeo star's attention Carmen's dark eyes glanced slowly at the bottle then back at him.

“Would you show me how to do it?”
Sure, It meant admitting just how inexperienced she was with the young man's favorite pastime but it was a risk Carmen was willing to take, if it paid off she'd understand him in a whole new way.










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Byron came downstairs in his expensive, tailored button-up and dress pants. He looked like a million bucks but felt like a zero. His parents didn’t even glance his way as he stepped into the living room. His mom was busy fixing Connor’s collar, cooing over how perfect he looked, while their dad fiddled with the camera settings, making a show of getting everything just right. Mei stood awkwardly off to the side, looking about as thrilled as Byron felt.

The pang of bitterness hit Byron harder than he expected. He should’ve been used to this by now. He lingered for a moment, waiting for someone to notice him. When no one did, he grabbed Connor’s car keys off the counter and headed for the door without a word.

“Byron, where are you going?”

He froze at the hand on his shoulder, shivering involuntarily as he reached the door.

“To wait for Connor in the car,” he muttered, turning warily to face his father.

“Aren’t you going to take a picture with your brother and sister?” his dad asked, the words clipped and casual, as though Byron’s presence was an obligation rather than something they actually wanted.

Byron scoffed, muttering under his breath, “An afterthought. I guess.”

His father’s grip on his shoulder tightened, sharp and deliberate. The threat wasn’t in his words—it was in the silence.

Byron’s jaw clenched as he forced himself to nod. “Fine. Yeah. Okay.”

Shrugging off his father’s hand, he walked over to Connor and his mother.

“Come on, Byron, you always take so long to get ready,” his mom said. Her tone was a far cry from the peppy chirp she’d been using with Connor.

Byron begrudgingly stood next to his brother, forcing his face into something resembling a smile. ”Oh, Byron, did you even brush your hair?” she added, exasperated, swatting at his head to flatten his unruly curls. His smile dropped instantly.

“Mom, for god’s sake—it’s fine!” he whined, pulling away.

With a click of her tongue, she sighed. “It’ll just have to do. Just the two boys first,” she said, and then, softening, turned to Connor with a smile. “Connor, sweetheart, just move left a little. That’s it!”

Snap. Snap.

Finally, after what felt like hours—but was only minutes—they were released. Heading for the door, Byron stole a glance at his brother.

“Can’t believe I feel relieved to be getting in a car with you right now,” he muttered dryly. Then, tossing Connor his car keys, he added, “Here. After you, sweetheart.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he opened the front door, holding it ajar dramatically.

The boys made their way to Connor’s car—boring, not red, and slower than Byron’s by a long shot. Byron slid into the passenger seat, reclining and sinking heavily into the chair.

He stared blankly out the window, feeling the tension grow heavier with each passing second. Even for them, this felt like a particularly strained silence. Byron shifted uncomfortably, trying to calm himself. He’d forgotten to take his medication earlier, and there was no way he could pull it out now, not in front of Mr. Perfect.

He huffed, tapping his fingers against the door handle as the car crawled down the street. It felt like they were moving at a snail’s pace.

Byron glanced at Connor, raising a brow. “Are you really going to drive like an old bitty again?”








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Jonah was in a blue suit, white shirt, sans tie (it was only homecoming after all). He'd gone to pick up his friend and tutor Kat like a perfect gentleman. He posed for pictures, opened doors, anything she wanted. Jonah liked Kat who seemed to be unlucky in love, which was something he understood, and so the future baseball star wanted desperately to give her a nice night. Even if it was just as friends.

He made sure to take care of all the official Homecoming date duties; offering to get her a drink, introducing himself to all her friends, complimenting her pretty dress. Joey was feeling like he'd done a pretty damn good job so far so when Kat got engrossed in a conversation with her good friend Liana he decided to excuse himself the official reason was to go get them both some more punch, but the unofficial? Why to look for Lacey of course.

It didn't take long for him to pick her out of the crowd; she was alone; the best friend Ines seemed to be off galavanting with her own date. Jonah went and tapped her on the shoulder to draw her attention up from the phone she was buried in.
“Mind if I take a seat?”
The question was really a formality more than anything as he was already nestling into the seat beside her before she had the chance to answer.
“Lacey Kavanaugh, fancy seeing you here. You look-”

He paused a moment to look her over.

The first thing he noticed was that she had more makeup on than usual- but not an overpowering amount, it was just enough to enhance her natural features. Lacey's hair was in a gentle curl, less frizz than it had on the average day (something he'd always found cute in a way he couldn't explain), and her dress well it draped over her perfectly like the cloth of a Greek statue. As if she'd been carved out of marble, like the thing was made for her and on her.
“Amazing.”


He pulled at his suit jacket with a playful smirk.
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He waved a hand dismissively. "No, not the-- do you even listen? She's not the one in my walls, that's Jules. Luci is too classy to pretend to be in my walls." He explained, although he was clearly distracted as he took a step away from his friends, turning his back towards the rest of Homecoming, to look at them.

His head tilted to the side, a little half-hearted smile on his lips.

"Whoa, whoa," Damien interjected, and his eyes locked right onto Harvey. " You guys went camping? To get shots for the movie?" He asked.

Technically, he was still smiling, although his lips wavered a bit as he struggled to maintain his composure.

He definitely hadn't gotten an invitation -- and it wasn't like he was hurt by that fact. Damien was fine. He understood it, he wasn't really an outdoorsy, woodsy boy, anyway. Not that he'd ever-- well, his dad-- and then his mom-- you see, he'd never tried camping, but surely they knew that he wouldn't have liked it.

Yeah, maybe that's what had happened.

He let out a soft laugh. "I didn't-- I mean, not that I--" he cut himself off, giving a shrug of his shoulders. "Maybe you guys can... meet her some... other time. I'm gonna just..." he pointed a hand over his back, in the vague direction of Luci. "I'm gonna... go. I'll... I'll see you guys after the dance."

No, he wasn't hurt, so stop thinking that. It was fine.

He wouldn't have wanted to go, anyway.

Hanging out in the woods with his best friends, shooting a movie, with no adult supervision? Pfft, please, did that sound like Damien's kind of entertainment? Nah, he was... not that kind of guy.

Right? Right.

"If you guys still need a ride after the dance. Or maybe you could ask ahh... what was it? Vinny and Mei? Yeah, maybe you could ask them. I'l probably be out late with umm... with Luci, so..."

Eager to end this, he quickly turned on his heel, and started walking in the direction of Luci.

He was fine. It was fine. They didn't want him, but that was alright, because he still had Luci.












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“Lexa, can I please put this glitter on your brow bone? It would look so, so pretty and bring out the depth of your eyes.”
Claudia Jean sat cross legged on the floor in front of one of the many caboodles of makeup she had pulled from her shelf and opened up for herself and her two best friends to sort through.

Wes had gone to work hours ago so his makeshift inflatable bed was tipped up vertically against the back wall of the room so the girls had the full run of the space to get ready for the dance. Though if you were close enough to it you could still smell the nicotine clinging to the sheets of the air mattress that had soaked up the scent from his skin and clothes. Good thing Claudia Jean had sprayed the rest of the room with rosewater when she was doing her hair.

The compact of glitter in hand she pivoted back towards Alexa, blue eyes pleading to see if she had worn down her friend to submit to a ‘yes’ just yet. Honestly, she had finished getting ready herself a solid twenty minutes ago, now she was just touching up her inner corner highlight and tousling her curls to keep them bouncy until Adrian would arrive.

The very kind, very tall, hockey player who had asked her to the dance. She still couldn’t believe her luck, a cute date AND a chance to wear her best high heels for almost the first time since arriving in Haven Falls. Even still she would probably barely come to his chin, which was kind of an exciting thought if she was honest with herself.

Claudia Jean pivoted towards Dahlia
“Did you need a blush? Or brow pencil? I forget.”
She said digging through a second container of products
“Wait, did you ask for something at all? I forget.”
Her mama did always say that she was so focused on so many things all at once she would’ve lost her own damn hands if the good Lord didn’t have the ingenuity to connect them to her wrists.

“If Adrian comes soon you guys can stick around and mess with this shit for a while.”
She added, sliding the box off her lap and standing to go to the full length mirror hanging on the back of her door to check her look.

A lot of girls picked shorter dresses for homecoming, and that was fine. Claudia Jean would never judge a girl for going with a shorter hem, not on the outside anyways. She herself enjoyed a little bit of toeing the line from time to time. However, today she had chosen a longer gown in a fabulous coral color with a slit up the side. Pink may have been her favorite, but something about the juicer color just made her look stunning. It went just swell with her white shoes too.

Speaking of white, a small tuft of the color trotted in through the crack in the door. Princess Sugar Muffin the Second A.K.A. Muffy, strolled over the hem of Claudia Jean’s dress like she paid for the damn thing on her way to prod Alexa’s foot with her little black nose before she went to say her own hello to Dahlia with a lick of her oddly dry tongue.

“Oh, baby girl.”
Claudia Jean said, scooping up the nine year old toy poodle into her arms
“Mind your manners in front of the girls, we’ve got work to do.”
She tipped the seven pound creature over in her arms until she was on her back like a newborn baby, tiny paws poking up in total submission while a kiss was pressed to the tuft on the top of her furry head. A pink lip print left behind on her stark white fur.

Claudia Jean laughed softly as she licked her thumb and began to wipe it away as she did every time this happened
“Sorry, Miss Muff.”
A little bit of rubbing later and it was mostly gone except for the very tips of the curly furs. Good enough, pink was her color anyways. Just like her mom.

She returned the little dog back to the floor and let her continue to sniff around as the girls continued to get ready for what was shaping up to be a great night. In Claudia Jean’s book anyways. She’d have to make sure to try and snag a piece of the decorations before they tossed them all out to stick in her journal. Ideally something blue or purple, those were the colors of the new stickers she was dying to use.




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Jules Clark did not consider herself a girlie girl. That was her older sister's vibe. But tonight was homecoming and Scottie had begged to do Jules' hair and makeup. Secretly, Jules loved getting dolled up, but she would never let anyone know that. She had enjoyed going dress shopping with her older sister.

Now that she had a steady supply of Xanax, she felt like her normal self again. Not having panic attacks constantly and being able to enjoy things. That was part of the reason she had gotten the gusto to ask Mickey to homecoming. She had bought him a book, the next in the series they were reading, and homemade a bookmark that said 'homecoming with me?'. She was starting to like Mickey which scared the shit out of her and they hadn't even kissed yet.

The pair was meeting at the dance as neither of them had a car. She had almost asked if he wanted to be picked up because Scottie was taking her but that felt like too much of a commitment. Because then, her mother would have insisted on meeting Mickey and that was the last thing Jules wanted. As soon as Scottie had pulled up to the dance, Jules had thrown herself out of her sister's jeep and practically ran inside.

When she walked in, she suddenly felt very insecure in her tight blue dress. She scanned the crowd, looking for Mickey. When she spotted him by the drink table, she smiled lightly and walked over to him, trying to play it cool.

"Hey."
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"Is the punch spiked yet?"



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The drowsy, dreamy feeling of the high slowly wrapped Wes up like a blanket draped around his shoulders. His powdered savior sinking into his bloodstream thanks to the shortcut through his lungs. He hadn’t realized that his eyelids had fluttered shut until he was dragging them open to look towards the sound of Carmen’s voice.

He saw the subtle hunger in her eyes, not like the kind he had seen in his own pupils or in that of fellow addicts of that desperate starvation like a wild animal beginning to size up its own young. No, this was more of a curious hunger, thirsty for the first drink from a poisoned goblet that Wes only briefly hesitated to provide her with.

They’d established it plain and simple, Carmen was a big girl and it wasn’t his job to police what she could do with her own body. Who was he to hypocritically tell her what substances she could or couldn’t enjoy. Besides, there was no way of knowing what she had already experimented with other than what he had seen her purchase with Byron. Snorting pills was a slightly different activity than snorting blow, maybe she just needed a little help graduating from one to the other.

Wes nodded, less stiff now that his muscles were loosening up
“Yeah.”
He said, brushing off the slight tinge of powder that had clung to the edge of his skin with his fingers. Almost reminiscent of the way a child might impolitely wipe their nose on the sleeve of their sweater while running around the playground.

“It’s not so hard.”
He said, placing the bottle of pills he left untouched off to the side to focus on the capful of powder. With the same precision as the first time he tapped out a small amount onto the back of his hand
“You just get a little here, like that.”
He gestured with his free hand to the bump he had set up
“Always the back if you don’t got a flat surface to use, doing it off your palm is too hard because of the creases and shit.”


Breaking it down step by step wasn’t exactly easy, he was too used to thinking of it all in one simple motion rather than a bunch of little boxes to check off. As he continued his explanation he realized just how scientifically he had the process boiled down to. A rush of shame and pride briefly disturbing his high before fading to the back of his mind as he focused on the student beside him.

“You don’t have to breathe all the way out first or nothing, but make sure you can get a good, sharp, inhale goin’ before you get up close.”
He modeled the action as he brought his hand back up to his face, though stopped short before taking it in again
“If you spook here you’ll blow it everywhere and that’s a bitch to clean up. So, just commit to it.”
He lifted his eyes off the bump and locked them in on Carmen’s own soulful eyes
“Don’t think about it, if you think about it you won’t do it.”
What a simple way to sum up the way that Wes had been living his life as of late.

Still looking up at her he pressed the middle finger of his right hand against the nostril that he was not about to be sending powder up into
“Press it shut, just go for it.”
His head of dark curls dipped back down over his hand and the second pile of powder disappeared just like the first had.

He let an exhale out through his mouth, not quite a sigh but much more relaxed than what he would have done if he was smoking. He looked back towards Carmen to see if she was preparing to ditch him and go back to the safe choice of her ‘boyfriend’ wherever he was inside the school rather than sitting in the parking lot getting high with Wes.

Dedication, stupidity, naivete, whatever it was, Carmen was still seated beside him.

“Here,”
He reached over and took her hand, gently guiding it towards him. Still mildly amused by the contrast of the warmth of her skin against his as he shook out a bit of the powder onto her skin
“Lemme get you set up here.”
A much smaller bump than he had set up for himself, not trying to push either of their luck tonight.

Softly he released her hand so she could move it freely to dive right in, reject it, or inspect it. Whatever she wanted, the choice was hers now. Not like he could snort it for her.

He raised his dark brows at her, leaning into the seat behind him. If it weren’t so cold maybe he could just doze off for a couple hours
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As Wes released her hand from his, Carmen didn't even have the capacity disappointed, transfixed on the powder, white and clean like a little pile of the season's first snow settled neatly on the back of her hand. Carmen ran through the previous ten minutes in her head, or had it only been five? Thinking her way through the step by step instructions he'd provided. Then his words of warning echoed through the cavern of her mind splitting through everything offering a brief moment of 'clarity' of silence.

‘Don’t think about it, if you think about it you won’t do it.’

And right he was.

Carmen heard everyone's voices of protest all at once, overlapping each other. Ash, Luci, even Jules seemed to think the doe-eyed brunette was in over her head. With this- with him. She wanted to prove them wrong; but mostly she wanted all the voices to just shut up. Without a second more of hesitation Carmen dipped her nose to her hand and inhaled.

What her Teacher had failed to communicate was that it fucking burned, forcing things up the out. Tears welled up in her eyes betraying her ‘cool girl’ image and Carmen quickly and awkwardly tried to wipe them away with her clean hand before Wes had the chance to notice.

“So now I just...wait?”
It was rhetorical of course Carmen had made her decision and was bracing for the consequences, hands gripping the car seat til her knuckles turned white. She was nervous with anticipation, her heart practically in her throat.

Holy. shit.

Holy fucking shit.

And then gradually- she wasn't so nervous anymore. Her body and subsequently her grip relaxed.

Carmen leaned back into the seat for the first time that night, breathing her own sigh of relief. The stinging in her nostril had subsided and all that was left was a feeling that had until now been completely foreign to her. In fact she was still trying and failing to wrap her head around it. The girl reached out and grabbed for his jacket sleeve holding onto it, subconsciously looking for an anchor.

“Feeling better?”
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“Well there they go again” Olivia mumbled under her breath. She was just putting on her shoes for homecoming, she was wearing a rose dress that had flowed down around her like a petal, the dress rolling off her shoulders, her shoes circling around her legs as she clicked them into place. The light pink danced against her skin and hugged her curves in all the right places. She made her way to the bathroom to finish up with her hair.

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In all honesty she didn't know what she was doing with her life. Going out with Caleb for the night she thought it would be an escape, an escape for a little while. An escape from this place she was supposed to call home, an escape from ... .Leo. God why wouldn't he just leave her alone, why wasn't she able to just remove herself from him. Why couldn't she just pull away like she always did? Why couldn't he just leave her damn head! It seemed no matter what she didn't he would escape.

Every touch reminded her of his touch

…god she craved it.

Every look into anyone else’s eyes made her think of his own

…god those brown eyes.

Every smile she'd seen made her think of his own.

Oh those dimples…she craved to see him smile again.

Every time she heard her name she could hear his nickname for her rolling off her tongue.




“gosh leo what are you doing to me” she shook her head as she looked up at the mirror, she wasn't going to ruin her mascara tonight, not when she was planning to have the best night of her life. She would forget about Leo today. Hell she would forget about any guys she'd met and find someone new, she'd escape forever. Now you might think this was her running from her problems.

Olivia? Running from her problems?

Never! Don't be so silly she was simple solving her problems the long way~

She finished straightening her hair and made her way out, she grabbed her cellphone and made her way back over to the window. She opened the window and remembered when she used to open it for Leo, when he'd sneak in, or even sneak her out to just…talk.

No! Gosh get a grip of yourself Olivia! She yelled at herself mentally as she got out the window and slammed it behind her. “What an idiot I am, he's nothing but trouble, Olivia, forget it, would you?!” she said as she made her way out and down the street, she was walking to homecoming, her home after all wasn't all that far from the school, and even though she probably could take her mothers car without her noticing…Olivia wasn't exactly a great driver, and driving always had made her nervous. She barely got her licenses as is. Olivia made her way into homecoming, the crowd and bright dresses were the first things that hit her, and in all honesty it made her smile and her own confidence rise. She already forgot about Leo, forgot about all the stupid guys she'd been around, she'd already lost herself in her own excitement.

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Scottie Jean Clark lived for the opportunity to dress up. So homecoming was one of her favorite parts of the school year. She went all out. And Jules had even let her curl her hair. It had lit a fire inside Scottie. Plus, she had a date. A date she was meeting at the dance, but a date nonetheless. She had posted herself on her story which her ex viewed almost immediately, almost as if he had her post notifications on. The notion made her sad. She missed Anthony. She felt slightly guilty about going with a date but it wasn't like they were still together.

But she and Tucker were going as friends. So it didn't count, did it? Scottie had driven herself and Jules to the dance. Jules had been vague about having a date and had practically run out of the car before Scottie could even park. She worried about her sister sometimes.

Scottie walked inside the gym, with her head held high. She was in a pink dress with spaghetti straps. The complete opposite as her sister, per usual. She scanned the gym, not seeing anyone that she knew, or Tucker, so she decided to just wait.


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Getting ready for homecoming with Ines had been one of the most fun things Lacey had done in a bit. Jamming to their favorite songs, doing each other’s hair and makeup, coming up with fake scenarios about how their night would go, and taking photos together was definitely the definition of girlhood, and Lacey wouldn’t change a thing. Even her father offered to take them and she was thankful he wasn’t asked to check on the students; because what was more embarrassing than having your father attending the same school dance as you?

Even if Lacey knew she would never become homecoming queen, she was still excited about that night despite her lack of a date to it, which was okay, because she was an independent woman and didn’t need a guy to take her to the dance and of course it wasn’t because the guy she wanted to go with had already a date. But eventually not having a date ended up becoming boring; as Ines went to be with Drake and the rest of the friends, she had been busy with their dates, and Lacey wasn’t going to become a third wheel. Even if that meant staying all night scrolling on her phone.

Or at least that’s what she thought until she felt a light tapping on her shoulder and even before she could say something Jonah was already sitting next to her when she took a glance at him the first thing she noticed was how handsome Jonah looked in a suit; which she should really stop thinking about it because they were just friends. But how could she do that when the color of his suit enhanced his green-blue eyes? Not when she was resisting the urge to say out loud how much she liked his eyes.

Would he think that she looked pretty? She hoped so, not because she put all of this just for him because otherwise all those hours getting ready would be in vain and then he spoke “You look amazing.” Those three words were enough to send a shiver down her spine and make the butterflies in her stomach go crazy. How a guy who was a stranger a couple of weeks ago became someone who made her feel so many emotions.

She let out a small chuckle when he said she was free to return the compliment.
“Okay, I’ll do it. But I’ll only say it once, so pay attention. Jonah Montgomery, you look really handsome tonight.”
She said playfully.
“So, how is homecoming treating you? Are you having fun or the ones in Seattle are more interesting? Also, shouldn’t you be with Kat since you are her date? But know that I don’t mind your company. I like that you are here... with me.”

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“No, not yet I don’t think.”
Mickey chuckled as Juliette approached him, suddenly feeling much more relaxed than he had worried about. He realized that he was still fidgeting with the flower in his hands
“Oh, this is for you.”
He said offering it to remove the temptation and hopefully kickstart the conversation.

He gestured to his matching flower clipped inside the pocket of his jacket and then back to the flower she had just lifted from his fingertips
“So we match, y’know.”
Mickey wasn’t always comfortable at dances. He usually just had some snacks, chatted with friends in the bathroom to get a break from the overstimulation that came with the noise and people and lights and all that other crap, maybe take a step onto the dance floor for something good like ‘The Cupid Shuffle’ or ‘Cha Cha Slide.’

He was more used to going stag or going with friends rather than going with a partner, his previous and only girlfriend asked him to a spring fling once, but then got hit with norovirus the day before they were supposed to go. Mickey tried to leave the corsage on her doorstep to enjoy but they’re pretty sure that a raccoon or something carried it off before she could see it.

“You look really nice.”
He said with a smile, looking over the blue dress that clung to her form. It really did look even better than the pictures

Mickey liked Jules a lot, he just wasn’t sure how much that ‘a lot’ was in comparison to when you actually ‘like like’ someone, or even ‘love’ although that felt like an even more loaded word altogether.

A bit nervously he fluffed up the back of his hair, probably undoing all that work of getting it to lay down flat earlier that evening, but in the dim light of the party there was no way Jules or anyone would really notice. It was just a good thing that he didn’t flush his contacts again and he wasn’t standing there in front of her with his dorky ass glasses on.


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Carmen practically bristled up like a scared cat after doing her first bump. A strange nostalgia briefly floated over his mind as he recalled his own first time, although he had been alone in his bedroom for his own initial foray into alternative methods of ingesting his medication. Sitting at his desk with a fine line of powder sitting on the back of his biology textbook after having been prepared into order with the bottom of a mason jar and a Buc-ee’s gift card.

He wished he’d had someone else to have been there with him when he tried it for the first time, maybe someone like Carmen.

Wes nodded softly
“Shouldn’t be long now.”
He said, still thoroughly enjoying his own high as the feeling of the feverish soreness in his body was whisked away into the amount of pain that he was used to.

Little by little, she melted back into her usual posture, and then even more until she was relaxing like a ragdoll kitten by the fire. He almost smiled at her newfound lack of tension and wondered if he ever looked as blissed out when he was high. Life was a lot simpler back when he would still feel that comfortable off of a single bump.

Her fingers latched onto the sleeve of his sweater, sinking her drowsy claws into him as she tugged it softly and had a brief conversation with herself. Then he really did smile, barely visibly in the darkness of the parking lot.
“Congrats on gettin’ yourself a little more corrupted.”
He teased, a little more cavalier than he might’ve put it if he were a bit more clear headed.

Subconsciously he prickled at his own joke. Wes had marred his own soul in a number of ways, slowly turning each new portion black with each erratic, pathetic choice he had made almost in spite of himself. The mention of losing one’s theoretical purity reminded him of how in spite of all the ways he had contaminated his mind and his body, there was still one line he had yet to cross. Specifically one that he had a feeling Carmen already had, and potentially one that she might be wanting to cross again with him.

He wasn’t particularly opposed to it, but that kind of intimacy was unfamiliar to him. Not in terms of actual experience, in fact he’d probably gotten just as close to going all the way as a person can get without actually doing it. His inexperience lied in the fact that anything he had done was transactional.

Usually for drugs, sometimes for cash, rarely as a favor, but never for himself. Never with someone he cared about. He’d tried not to let himself get the chance to care about someone in that way. Though he was beginning to see how he could, and if Carmen wanted to be the one to show him how. He wasn’t entirely convinced that he would stop her.

Wes gave Carmen’s hand a small squeeze as he placed his own calloused palm over it to shake her grasp off to free up his own hand. Quickly chasing the murky emotions threatening to break the barrier between his recessed thoughts the prime real estate in the front of his head away with another amount of powder snorted off his hand.

“What’d your little boyfriend have to say about you slipping off to meet me?”
He asked, wiping his nostrils off with his fingertips once again
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Luci had never really understood why everyone was so thrilled about school dances. Sure, it was nice, the whole glam that was involved, but making the peak of your teenage years and probably your entire life was the fact that you wore a stupid plastic crown was something that might never understand; especially when she was a planner. One with determined goals that she wanted to achieve and these kinds of stuff were just too childish for her.

Or maybe it had been that the only thing she had known so far was to create achievements where there wasn’t any room for nonsense, something that teenagers were most likely to be known for making mistakes. Something that Luci didn’t allow herself to commit, and it’s not like she could go trauma dumping to everyone because she wouldn’t allow herself to be vulnerable.

And probably that night the girl had been too engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice when Damien was coming towards her, her date which wasn’t her date because technically he didn’t ask her, but not like she cared about that kind of cheesy formalities, who was the same guy she went to the movies with and push him to a bush because she had freaked out thinking someone might have seen them and she didn’t want to give any explanations on why they were there, because it had never been a date, to begin with.

Maybe it had been because they were in a room filled with people, where everyone was too busy to even pay attention to them, that Luci didn’t freak out when he was next to her.
“Why are you looking like a puppy that just got kicked?”
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As soon as Harvey said those words, Jace’s face fell, her internal cringe impossible to hide. Her attempt to sidestep and change the subject had failed miserably. Damien’s expression didn’t change, but the light smile faded from his eyes. Guilt hit her like a wave, sinking her stomach. If the roles were reversed, and she was in Damien’s position, she’d be devastated. She should’ve done something the moment she realized what had happened—but by then, she’d already been at the campgrounds without a car, completely stuck.

No. That wasn’t an excuse.

“Maybe you can meet her some other time,” Damien said, his voice neutral but clipped, in response to Harvey’s awkward suggestion to meet Luci.

“Damien…” Jace began, her stomach twisting as she noticed his stiff posture. He was already turning to leave.

“I’m gonna go. I’ll see you guys after the dance,” Damien said quickly, his voice strained as he tried to pretend he was fine.

Jacinta took a step toward him, her voice soft but desperate. “Damien, just… let me explain, I—” He wasn’t listening. His face had shut down completely, and Jace could see she’d already lost her chance. He cut her off midsentence. “If you guys still need a ride after the dance… or maybe you can ask Vinny and Mei…” His words trailed off as he walked away, blending into the growing crowd. Jace stood frozen for a moment, helpless as she watched him disappear.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Turning to Harvey, she let out an exasperated, “Dude. Really?” Her voice was sharper than she meant it to be, more upset than angry. For the first time in what felt like forever, Jace had made some real friends—people she actually liked—and here she was, screwing it up spectacularly. Her mind replayed his retreat over and over, every little detail sticking in her thoughts like thorns. She had expected him to be angry, say something mean or spiteful. But he just looked hurt.

"Well that sucked" Jace she stated as she stared warily at the lanky idiot "Ugh... what a buzzkill" she muttered, then her voiced softened "Hopefully I can catch him later on to explain." She glanced around the room. The party was in full swingWhat the hell was she supposed to do now? She wasn’t good at parties, and her mood had plummeted. But standing there looking like a sad puppy wasn’t going to help. She forced herself to move, tugging Harvey’s arm. “Come on, let’s find some punch or a table or something,” she muttered, needing a task—any task—to distract her from the storm brewing in her head.

Jace sighed, the guilt gnawing at her as she poured the punch. She’d known Harvey wasn’t the best at reading social cues or anticipating how his actions—or lack of them—affected other people. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but she’d always brushed it off, thinking it didn’t matter much. He didn’t mean harm; that was just how he was.

But this time, it did matter. To Damien, to their group, and—if she was honest with herself—to her. She’d assumed Harvey had it covered, and that assumption was her mistake. She should have checked. If she had, none of this would have happened. Instead, she was here, holding two cups of punch, trying to fix a mess she could’ve stopped before it even started. Jace sighed, her shoulders slumping as they settled at a table off to the side. It was her usual spot at events like this, away from the crowd but still close enough to watch the chaos unfold.








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Nix tightened the bolt carefully, securing the long-unused back row of seats in the old baby blue Chevy Suburban SUV. The work didn’t take long, but he dragged it out anyway, dread pooling in his chest as he thought about the night ahead. His hands moved on autopilot, the strain in his eyes and the tightness in his chest almost routine by now.

He hadn’t been sleeping. Not before, and certainly not now. Nights blurred together, each one punctuated by restless tossing and the ghost of dreams he couldn’t quite remember. His appetite had dwindled too—he’d dropped weight he didn’t have to spare. The anxiety medication he relied on had crept to higher doses, a quiet escalation he tried not to think about. After that awful night a few months ago, he had just managed to stop himself from going for something harder again. Barely.

The car was ready now, but Nix lingered. The familiar panic clawed at the edges of his mind, the unrelenting kind that never truly went away. He stayed still for a moment, his hands resting on the cold metal of the car. A deep breath rattled through him as he squinted against the setting sun, the light stinging his strained eyes.

He couldn’t stop, though. He didn’t have that luxury. His siblings were counting on him, and tonight wasn’t about him. They deserved this—a night they might be able to look back on fondly someday. His life might have felt over, but theirs wasn’t, and he had to keep going for their sake.

Closing the boot with a soft thud, Nix turned and headed toward the stairs leading back to Room 202. Their slice of hell, as he’d come to think of it. The door was cracked when he reached it, and he pushed it open gently, the hinges creaking faintly in the quiet hallway.

The narrow entrance led to the cramped bedrooms and bathroom, and as he stepped inside, he called out, his voice subdued, “The car’s ready to go.”

He made his way to the kitchen, the familiar ache in his chest settling in as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. The cool condensation on the plastic seeped into his palm as he twisted the cap off, bringing it to his lips. The first sip hit his cracked lips, offering a momentary sensation of relief.

His hands trembled faintly, the subtle shake he’d come to expect by now. Stress? Exhaustion? The higher dose of Xanax? It didn’t really matter. He set the bottle down and straightened his posture, forcing himself to appear composed as the sound of footsteps echoed faintly against the linoleum.

When they came into view, he adjusted his expression, settling into something casual—a warm smile, soft but practiced, or a simple nod, depending on who it was. “You guys cleaned up nicely,” he said, his voice calm despite the tightness in his chest. He glanced over them quickly, his hands finding his pockets as he added, “We ready to go?”

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Back in the familiar driver’s seat of the old Chevy, Nix tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, waiting as his siblings sorted out where they wanted to sit. His gaze flicked to the dashboard for a moment, and the memory of learning to drive in this very car bubbled to the surface. It felt like a lifetime ago—how small those early nerves seemed now, almost laughable compared to the relentless anxiety that had become his baseline. The contrast was jarring, almost unbearable, whenever he let himself sink into that kind of self-reflection.

The sound of car doors opening snapped him out of the memory, abrupt and jarring. The shuffle of feet and voices filled the air as his siblings clambered into the car. For a brief moment, Nix froze, stiff like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. But the hesitation passed quickly, and he forced himself to refocus. His eyes dropped to the gearstick as he pressed in the clutch, shifting into reverse.

The soft hum of the radio provided a steady, unobtrusive backdrop as he glanced over his shoulder, carefully backing out of their regular parking spot. The motion felt automatic—like muscle memory guiding him through the motions as he eased the car onto the road, heading away from the lot and toward whatever the night would bring.

In no time, the Price Siblings were pulling up to their destination and filtering towards the dorm rooms where Dallas' date lived. Before getting out, nix grabbed a small black camera case from the glove box. Something of their mothers. Nix had been unable to go through any photos that might already be on the device. Using the public library he'd copied them all onto a flash drive and deleted them from the camera. The last thing they all needed was to see anything from the time this camera was last used. With a last fleeting hesitation, Nix got out of the car last and followed behind his younger siblings.










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Harvey felt like something had happened, a script change that hadn't been run by him. His best friends were upset? But the worst part was he just couldn't quite understand, why? The two split off in separate directions, Damien to go meet up Luci presumably, and Jace to get them punch and for a moment he felt conflicted.

Was there a right choice? Was Jace the wrong one? Surely not. They two were his best friends, surely whatever it was that was bugging them they'd tell him, cause that's what friends did. He grinned as he turned on his heels to link back up with the leading lady of his night, whistling on the way.

The duo settled in at a table and Harvey took his plastic cup of punch from Jace, finishing it too quickly.
“Why do they always make the cups so small?”
He complained staring at the bottom.
He snuck a peek at his date from the corner of his eye, she looked deep in thought, but what about? Harvey hadn't a clue. He tried to distract her from whatever was grinding her gears.
“You look pretty tonight Jacey. But I have to be honest I never thought I'd see you in a dress with flowers on it.”
The boy paused trying to be more aware of the words that came out of his mouth after having seemingly put his foot on it earlier.
“But it suits you.”


Harvey wasn't a blushing school boy over complimenting her, to him it was just stating fact. Being objective. The dress did suit her and she deserved to hear that. (Damien had told him girls liked hearing that sort of thing.)
“So what do you usually do at these things? Are we gonna dance?”
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The suit was tight, Atlas refused to dress up for homecoming but his parents had bought him a suit that he was forced to wear.
Atlas was surprised they bought him a suit at all since Atlas was only in one picture they made him take with his brother. Afterwards his father had gotten mad at him for not knowing how to tie a bow, Atlas had locked himself in his room before it was time to leave.
Somewhere deep down he hated the fact that Everest got himself a girlfriend before Atlas and the bond the two brothers had felt even more distanced. Peak the one driving them tonight was more enthusiastic, trying to hype the two boys up by playing some funk that was not very pleasant to the ears.
This turned into the three of them squabbling over the radio, turning the volume button side to side every two seconds.

Once they got out, they all went their seperate ways. They were so distant that most people didn't even know they were related, it was sad really.
Atlas checked his bag franctically when his two brothers left, hoping he didn't forget any of the leftover drugs junwoo gave him to sell. They got in on the whole business with Felix now, the guy was strange but he came up with a great marketing stunt. Spiking the punch.
Atlas had his doubts but he wasn't going to let Felix ruin his night, he dipped his finger down the little package of MDMA and put it in his mouth, washing it away with his flask of ice tea.
Maybe it was a dumb idea to use at homecoming but that was definitely not going to be worst part of the night.

Going in the gym which was usually empty was now crowded and loud EDM was playing through the speakers. His eyes wandered around the room, he was only looking for one person. Olivia. The two of them had this thing, last time he felt something like this for a girl was a long, long time ago.
It didn't take long for Atlas to notice her, the pink swirly dress and the long black hair. Olivia Price, no doubt.

He didn't hesitate to step up, fixing his hair before he spoke. 'Olivia, where's your date?' He had a big grin on his face, he loved teasing her, 'I was kind of hoping we could not talk business tonight,' he took a breath, why was Atlas getting nervous? He was never nervous. 'Maybe just talk like casually.'
Great job. Atlas liked Olivia, she was nice, funny and she pushed back against his jokes. He was just hoping maybe tonight she'd feel the same way about him.








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She had nearly forgotten him, Everest, too wrapped up in the well- everything else. That pretty well summed up their entire few week sham of a relationship. Practically forgotten until he'd slide into her inbox offering conversation and attention, things she wanted but not from him.

The whole plan had been a bust anyway, dating him as a front. Ash had barely bought it from the jump and Carmen was a terrible liar.

And she didn't want to lie.

Not to a guy who hadn't done anything to her, who practically worshiped her for merely looking in his direction. If Carmen didn't have the resolve to end it before she did now. She had a firmness of purpose.

The cat was out of the bag anyway, everyone knew about the Calico and the Cowboy, or at least her growing fondness for him. Though no one else quite seemed to get it, not that it would've changed anything if they did.

“I told you, he ditched me. So he didn't have much of anything to say.”
The brunette sat up, working against her body to give him her full and undivided attention, locking in on his face helped, specifically his too-pretty-to-be-so-sad eyes.

“Wouldn't have stopped me if he did.”
She found herself scooting closer, narrowing the distance between them.
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To say Dallas Price wasn't excited for pictures would be an understatement. He abhorred the idea. But when Ash had sent him the text requesting to do just that, he quickly gave in. She was his blonde haired angel and she'd never done anything to make him think otherwise, it was the very least he could do. There was however the matter of the smiling...

It's not like he had jacked up teeth or anything, they were a perfectly respectable set. But to try and force it? Well it just didn't come as easy to him lately. The weight of Dallas's world was fastened at the corners of his lips weighing them down but when Ash looked his way he forgot about all that.

Things between them had been a bit touch and go since the incident, but tonight Dallas was planning to make it much less so. When they finally had a quiet moment that was not while they all packed like Sardines in Nix’s Suburban which had really lost its charm in the siblings' eyes since you know, they had lived in it.

He was desperate for a cigarette, and absolutely sick he would be going hours without one, he tried to remember how long it hadn't been since he'd done just that. How long it'd been since any of them had done that. Phia was probably better about it than him, always the more reasonable Price sibling, and Scarlett he was pretty sure might be the only one of them to not have a nicotine dependency. Dallas had to give her credit where credit was due for that one.

Dallas sulked the entire drive to Ash's dorm silently looking out the window. He was first out of the vehicle when they arrived. Long legs carrying him over the front lawn and to her door. He rapped on it with one hand while he held a little arrangement of flowers in the other, sure they were stolen, but it was the thought that counted right?

When she opened the door he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek (as he was wildly aware of his siblings presence, he'd save the real ones for later.)

“Hey gorgeous.”


Dallas handed over the little bouquet.


“For you.”


He heaved a sigh.
"So are you ready for this torturous exercise you all are calling ‘ homecoming pictures’? I practiced my stupid smile in the mirror and everything. Think I finally got one that doesn't look like a serial killers.”























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Jules smiled softly when Mickey handed her the flower. It was such a simple and thoughtful gesture. Her heart fluttered and she wanted to tamp it down. She couldn't let herself have feelings for someone. That would be stupid.
"It's beautiful."
Her voice was soft. She pinned it to her dress.

Jules actually blushed at his words saying she looked really nice.
"You look really handsome, Mick."
The words spilled out of her mouth before she could really think about the fact that she had just called him a nickname.

"You look like a book boyfriend, straight out of one of the books we read."
She poured herself a drink of punch and sipped it, her hands shaking ever so slightly. She desperately wanted to pop a xanax but she didn't want to do that in front of Mickey.


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He'd gotten ready fairly quickly. Connor had stepped up his game a bit, choosing to dress a little classier than was necessary for a dumb Homecoming dance -- but why wouldn't he? Alexa would definitely look amazing, and it was only fitting that he stepped up to her level, instead of getting half-assed ready.

You know, like Byron did, despite taking forever to come downstairs.

Connor didn't talk much -- he never did, not even at home. Not even as their parents fretted over Byron, or as they got their pictures taken.

Once the siblings were done, Byron and Connor headed out to his car to go pick up their dates. Because unfortunately for everyone, Byron was dating Alexa's best friend -- which simply meant that Connor heard and saw his brother far more than he would've ever liked.

He glanced in Byron's direction, catching the keys as he tossed them, before stepping out the front door. He didn't bother saying anything until the front door was securely closed.

"You could just drive yourself," he suggested as he opened the door of his simple black, really good on gas, practical car, and hopped into the driver's seat.

He started up his car, pulling out onto the road, and started mechanically driving towards Alexa's, before he remembered that they were at Claudia Jean's.

Connor glanced again in Byron's direction, rolling his eyes at his brother's attitude. "Does it ever get exhausting?" he asked, his voice still unwaveringly calm. "You know, always being such a dick."

He got over into a turning lane, and waited until he'd turned onto the other road before he bothered continuing to speak. "Probably why you don't have any friends but ah... what's his name? Leo? Because you treat people like garbage." Connor said, as he rested his left hand on the top of the steering wheel, while his arm rested on the center console.












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She was... more excited than she should've been for this. Like, Ash had gone to dances for years or... whatever. Here in Haven Falls (which was basically hell on earth, for the record), and plenty back home when she'd still lived in New York. And like, those would've totally blown Haven Falls' little streamers and balloons out of the water.

Her stomach clenched as she leaned towards the mirror to finish applying her lipstick.

It was things like this that, for whatever reason, made her miss home the most.

Not that she wasn't totally excited to go. Even if there was... like, yeah, she'd still felt some guilt when Nico had messaged her thinking that they'd go together or whatever. Which was so stupid, for the record, because Ash didn't-- well maybe she did-- should she have made it more clear to him? That she wasn't like, interested interested in that way anymore?

Probably. She tended to do that, didn't she? She could hear her mother's voice in the back of her head, lecturing her about how this was definitely her fault, because she was a flawed individual.

Her mother's voice was getting quieter the longer she went without seeing her.

Ash was kind of hoping her mother would finally have moved on, and she'd be allowed to go back home for Christmas.

She leaned back, a soft smile on her face as she glanced down at her phone. She picked it up, her smile warming when she saw the simple little messages confirming that Dallas was on his way.

She hated being up here in this sad little dorm room, so a whole night out with her like sort of boyfriend, sort of not-boyfriend sounded like blissful heaven.

Standing from her seat, with her phone still in hand, she headed out of the bedroom. Her dormmates were... wherever, with their own plans for the evening.

Ash headed down the stairs, right as she heard Dallas knocking on the door.

As she opened the door, she couldn't help but smile more.

"Hey," she murmured, blushing faintly as he kissed her on the cheek, before presenting the little bouquet of flowers. Her gaze flickered from the flowers up to his face, and then back down. "Oh my god, really?"

"Thank you," she said, taking the bouquet with one hand, while she used her other hand to give him a half-hug. "Here let me just ummm... I'll put these, like, in water or... whatever real quick, okay?" Reluctantly, she let go of him, and briefly retreated into the house -- where she was totally going to put the flowers in a vase, but like, that was going to take forever. Because she'd have to find one, and then she'd have to fill it with water, and that would be leaving all of the Prices waiting and-- like, that was rude.

So she laid them on her desk, with a mental note to better deal with them later, before she headed back out to meet Dallas and his family.

She slipped her hand into Dallas' as they headed out of her dorm, which was... nice but... weird? Like, that it was happening again. She wasn't... well, okay.

Ash liked to think that she was the kind of person that never went back to her exes, but that was obviously a lie. She was still entertaining Nico (although that was so gonna stop), and then her ex back in New York had been so on and off, and now obviously... Dallas. But with Dallas, it was different than the other two.

Because he actually had changed, and he was so much nicer, and it wasn't like they hadn't even broken up for any good reason. Ash had just.. she'd figured he'd needed time to mourn without having to deal with her, too. And it wasn't like she'd totally ditched him after that, either. Ash had remained his friend, of course, and it was just...

They'd put a pin in their relationship, really, and now they were just picking back up from where they left off.

You know -- ignoring the fact that she'd dated a couple guys since then.

"Listen," she said, smiling up at him. "I have been waiting for these pictures for literally ever. I'm going to like, take one of me and you smiling and like... I don't know. Put it over my bed or something. Nothing more romantic than waking up in the morning to see your boyfriend's serial killer smile, you know?"












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Jace was halfway through her cup of punch, sipping absently, lost in her worries, when Harvey's voice pulled her back to the present. She looked up warily as he complained about the size of the punch cups, but didn’t respond, her gaze drifting back to her drink.

A moment later, he tried again, this time addressing her directly.
“You look pretty tonight, Jacey. But I have to be honest—I never thought I’d see you in a dress with flowers on it.”

Her laugh came quickly and naturally, the sweet comment cutting through her tension like sunlight through a cloud. It reminded her, in an instant, of who she’d fallen for and why. She was about to respond—maybe toss out a teasing remark about him enjoying it while it lasted—but Harvey continued before she could.
“But it suits you.”

That one stopped her short. She felt her cheeks flush, warmth spreading up her neck. Few had ever outright called her pretty before— and of those who had, all had just been trying to sleep with her. At her last school, she’d been teased relentlessly by girls who were far more attractive and far more cruel.
But coming from Harvey, the compliment could only be genuine. That, she realized, was what she appreciated most about him. He wore his heart on his sleeve, saying whatever felt natural in the moment, with no ulterior motives or ill intent.
Instead of brushing off the compliment or making a sarcastic joke, as she might have done with anyone else, Jace looked down at her dress, then back at him, her face breaking into a warm smile.
“Thanks, Harvey.”

The heaviness that had been weighing her down began to lift. She could deal with the misunderstanding later. Damien was one of her best friends—he’d forgive them with time. Tonight wasn’t worth ruining over it.

“So, what do people usually do at these things? Are we gonna dance?” Harvey asked, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and excitement.

Jace chuckled. “Well, if you’d like to ask me to dance, you’re welcome to.” She was flirting, but she knew it would probably fly over his head. Still, she couldn’t help but smile as she saw his eyes light up at the thought.

“But, yeah,” she continued, “people usually dance at these things. I mean, I’ve never—do you… dance, Harvey?” Her voice wavered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, tilting her head playfully. “Are you hiding a secret dance crew from me? Back-alley dance-offs? Preparing to battle your rivals in an epic showdown?”

She giggled at her own joke, watching the way he grinned, amused by her silliness. Movie tropes. That’s how you flirt with Harvey Milk.








Jace Choi




Homecoming











Harvey, Damien










@sailormewn














♡coded by uxie♡
 
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