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Byron hated his brother’s blank, calm, disappointed silence more than anything their father could ever say. Deep down—though he’d never admit it, not to himself and certainly not to Connor—he cared what his brother thought of him. That was why he pushed him, poked at him. Without the jabs, without the tension, there’d be nothing but cold, distant silence. And that was worse than any insult Connor—or anyone, for that matter—could ever hurl his way.

“You could’ve driven yourself,” Connor had said earlier, his tone flat, judgment implicit.

Byron had just shrugged, muttering, “Figured the girls wanted to be together.”

Now, alone in the car, Byron was back to his usual routine, needling Connor just to provoke some kind of reaction. For the briefest moment, he thought he saw it—a flicker of something in his brother’s eyes. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by that same unreadable mask Connor always wore. Byron was ready to write it off, but then Connor spoke, his voice sharper than usual.

“Does it ever get exhausting,” Connor said coolly, “always being such a dick?”

Byron froze. That one stung—but Connor wasn’t done.

“Probably why you don’t have any friends… except, what’s his name? Leo? Because you treat people like garbage.”

The words hit like a slap. Byron’s smirk faltered, his usual bravado slipping for just a second. “Okay, ow,” he snapped, glaring. “You’re feeling tetchy today. Gotta say, I didn’t think my comments on your driving would be the breaking point for you.” He rolled his eyes, but the humorous edge to his tone was weaker than before. Connor must be near his breaking point, mouthing off like this. Well, fuck him. He deserved it—all of it. “who shat in your cornflakes?” He asked but his smirk had dropped now completely.

The worst part? Connor was right. And Byron hated that he was right.

None of his so-called friends really knew him—or they’d already cut ties. Except Leo. And maybe Bentley, once upon a time. But he’d burned that bridge, too. Then, unbidden, he thought of Lia. Her face at the end of Bentley’s party: blank, tired, dissociated. Tired of him. Tired of his anger. His chest tightened at the memory.

He could have lost her for good that night.

Hurt flashed across his face before he shoved it away, turning to stare out the passenger window. I’m fixing it with Lia, he told himself. I care about her. I don’t need anyone but her and Leo anyway.

But Connor’s words wouldn’t leave him alone.

The silence stretched forever, every second dragging into an eternity. He felt fidgety and irritable. God, why didn’t I take that pill today? The more he thought about it, the more his bitterness grew. He tried to hold it in, but this morning had been yet another reminder of why Connor’s words cut so deep. With him, their parents were kind—loving, doting. But the second Byron came downstairs, the scolding started. Connor must be so used to it by now that he didn’t even fucking notice anymore. Worse- he probably thought he deserved it- was owed it.

There it was. The snap. The break in his self-control. He turned to his brother, malice flashing in his eyes.

“You know, maybe you’re right. I’m an asshole.” he bit out, his tone dripping with venom. “But at least I'm my own man." He sneered "Not just some spoiled lap-dog-" He shook his head, his expression was full of disgust now. "You just stand there silently and let everything fall into your lap like it’s owed to you. You think you're owed my respect too?” He shook his head, his voice cold now. “Well, I don’t owe you a damn thing.”

As soon as he came down from the high those words had given him- he regretted them. What am I doing!? He could ruin Byron's entire relationship- something that was already so fragile- with one well placed lie to Alexa. It was too late to take any of it back now though- and his pride would definitely not allow him to apologize. As they rounded the last few corners he waited for any reaction- any slip in Connor's mask to tell him what he might be planning.

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‘Okay, I’ll do it. But I’ll only say it once, so pay attention. Jonah Montgomery, you look really handsome tonight.’

Jonah felt himself sit a little bit straighter, perked up by Lacey's playful compliment.

She went on to ask him about how his night was going, if Jonah was enjoying himself. And he was or well- he was trying to. It wasn't Kat’s fault. She was a great girl and a great friend.

But she was just that, a friend.

He was happy to play the part of the Homecoming date but there certainly wasn't a spark or butterflies between them. No little thrill when Jonah saw her in her pretty dress or when she grabbed his arm and he respectfully helped her balance on the uneven sidewalk in her heels.

But sitting next to Lacey that was a whole other beast.

“Homecoming is nice.”
He chose the word deliberately and carefully as if to communicate to Lacey in some way he wasn't having too much fun without her.
“Kat's talking to her friend so I figured I'd come bother you a little bit.”
Joey nudged her with his elbow matching her playful energy.

Then she said something that caught him off guard.

‘I like that you are here...with me.’

He was glad too.

Lacey had been warming up to him, the cool girl image she hid behind was melting away, and the sweet sensitive girl had started to show him her colors. He liked her, he'd taken a few punches for her even, but the next step just seemed...scary.

He deflected by answering her other question.
“My school in Seattle was way bigger but- I think it's nice. So you really don't have a date?”
Jonah was dumbfounded by the proposition. Who wouldn't want to bring a talented little knockout like her as a date?

“I guess I'm gonna have to volunteer to do all the ‘date’ things for you then. Where should we start, punch?”
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The growing feelings Carmen had for him was not lost on Wes. Ever since that first night a few weeks back at that random party when she strolled up to him in her cowgirl hat and declared that he didn’t fit in, it was clear that she was enamored by him. Maybe he didn’t seem like belonged in town, but she was beginning to make it clear that he could belong with her.

She leaned in closer to him and he didn’t feel the urge to back away like Wes often tried to do when anyone was attempting to get close to him. Keeping the rest of the world at arm’s length was much easier than risking getting himself picked apart.

Another few inches closed between them, Carmen was close enough for him to see the depth in her brunette eyes. The portions of her irises that weren’t becoming obscured by her saucer-like pupils anyways, making her look even more doe-eyed than usual. The two endless black holes in the middle of a honey brown that was hinting they had seen more than he expected they might have.

Her little confession wasn’t unexpected, just shocking. Even in the face of her repeated attempts to indicate she had little intention of letting Wes’ constructed walls keep her away. She didn’t want the certainty of a dependable high school fling with a boy who probably hadn’t committed nearly half the sins that he had. No, Carmen didn’t want that, it seemed she wanted him.

“If he’s leavin’ you all on your lonesome so easy, sounds to me like he don’t know what he’s got in front of him.”
Maybe he meant it for her to take it flirtatiously, maybe he just meant it to mean how in spite of, well, everything that Wes was, Carmen hadn’t gone anywhere. Maybe he meant for her to take it however she wanted to, and he would follow her lead as she had done his right off the edge of sobriety.

In the dark of an evening spent in a school’s parking lot, bathed in the warmth of a radiant red dress and the girl that was in it. Wes looked her over again as well as once again examining the shrinking distances between them
“I think you deserve someone who knows exactly what they have before they let it slip.”
He said, how own wide eyes sinking deeper into contact with hers.


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“Really?”
He said, a bit caught off guard by both the compliment itself and the nickname, though he was much more focused on the latter. He’d been called Mick before by plenty of people, it didn’t necessarily mean anything. Just like any other nickname, Mouse Man, Mickster, Theremin Fingers… That last one was kind of new though. Anyways.

Mickey knew he was a good guy, or at least a pretty good guy. He’d walk you to the door at the end of the night, pull out your chair, meet you parents. All that good stuff, maybe even fix your car if you needed it. But he was no ‘man of your dreams’ who you end up with at the end of the book. He probably couldn’t even slay a dragon or dash through the airport to convince you off the plane.

That didn’t mean other people had to know that though. Especially not a girl like Jules who could probably see right through him if she really wanted to and thought about it. Not literally of course, she’d have to be like, a radiologist or something to do that.

He tried to channel that confidence he was usually so good at tapping into. Somehow since arriving in Haven Falls he’d been sucked dry of it. What happened to that secure, admittedly sometimes cocky, guy that got girls to make funny little TikTok edits of him to sexy music?

“Thanks. I think I might have Rhysand shaking in his boots.”
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For the first time Carmen felt seen by him. You know, really seen. As their gazes locked Carmen felt exposed in ways she had never been before, if eyes were the window to the soul then the eighteen-year-old’s was on full display for him, like a picture hanging in the Louvre.

Time seemed to stand still as she remembered something she'd learned in science class, about how dilated pupils meant the release of oxytocin: the love hormone and Wes’s well, they were obsidian swimming pools. She was finally getting it right, giving her affection away to someone who wanted it.

Someone who thought she was special.

Wes had said it himself.

‘If he’s leavin’ you all on your lonesome so easy, sounds to me like he don’t know what he’s got in front of him.’

The side of the two teens knees knocked together, there was no more gap to close anymore.

‘I think you deserve someone who knows exactly what they have before they let it slip.’

Was that an invitation? Her heart beat right against its cage.

Guess she'd just have to find out.

She leaned in, slowly like one might approach a frightened animal, closed her eyes and pressed her eager lips to his.
“Sorry I- don't wanna let it slip.”
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Before Wes even knew what was happening, Carmen’s lips were against his. Time went into slow motion as they remained in intimate contact. Instinctively he cradled her delicate jaw with his hand, pressing his fingertips against the nap of her neck to pull her deeper into his reciprocation of the kiss.

Wes had always been a pretty good kisser, according to the few dates and one or two girlfriends at least. That was one thing the drugs couldn’t take away from him. Even as portions of the boy he was before his parents trusted a doctor to ‘fix’ him with painkillers died away, the fire that burned in his belly, that passion that he’d never really learned how to use constructively, that never really went away.

Even if he was a little rusty. It had been a while since he’d actually used his lips on someone else’s. Kissing isn’t exactly the kind of thing that gets you much of anything in return, unless the other person actually wants to kiss you and the thing you’re trying to get back is actually a kiss. Particularly when you’re considering the kind of circles that Wes typically ran in. There was no room, or reason, for romance there.

The few seconds that had passed caught up to them. No longer lingering in the fleeting moments they were spending in each other's close company as he withdrew from her. Still close enough to be breathing her in as his hand pulled away from her neck and rested in his lap.

He searched for a reply but nothing quite felt like the right thing to fill the space. Even with his inner flame lapping at the inside of his throat something like “Thanks for giving a shit about the fact that I exist.” was far too syrupy even for him and the ‘soft’ emotions he couldn’t control and his father was always getting on him for having.

“You’re really something, Calico.”
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He'd blinked at her.

"A surprise?" he echoed, as he obeyed and closed his eyes. "I didn't get you anything." he warned. Drake hadn't realized that ya know... Homecoming was a time for surprises.

What would he have gotten her, anyway? A lizard?

Surely girls loved lizards.

The surprise he got was not what he'd expected, as he felt her hand brush against his chest and then his arm, before her lips pressed against his.

Sure, he'd kissed a handful of girls before, mainly at middle school parties with spin the bottle, but... there was-- it almost felt like there was something different, about this. Maybe because Ines was doing it because she wanted to, and not 'cause a bottle was telling her to.

However, he was real surprised. Did friends normally kiss each other at these Homecoming things like this?

A moment or so passed before Drake pulled away, blinking at Ines a few times, before he kind of just chuckled.

"Wild surprise there," he said, grinning, while also not moving to put distance between them.












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Blushing, was Jace blushing? Harvey always thought it was pretty lies that did that for girls, not objective truths, though it did seem to be that a flush of the face never quite translated through the screen. Not in any sort of realistic way, some things Harvey supposed, were reserved for real life.

But she was smiling so clearly he'd done something right again. He perked up when Jacinta went on to start listing tropes. Dance movies, not his favorite genre, but he was impressed by Jace’s knowledge of tropes and the giggle that followed? Pretty darn cute.

“Ecclesiastes assures us, 'There is a time for each purpose under heaven. There's a time to weep. There's a time to mourn. And there is a time to dance.' And this is our time!”


Harvey passionately quoted the famous Footloose line as he stood, before offering his hand to his best friend.

“That's a fancy way of saying, I don't dance but- I’d love to try.”

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Olivia heard her name, and as soon as she heard his voice she already knew who it was. She was still not exactly sure where they stood after the night they had spent, they only argued, and then after that neither of them really spoke to the other, she thought the last he’d want was to see her. So her mind drifted to the only reason he'd be showing up to her at homecoming…business. “Date? I’ve never shown up to a party with a date you know that” She said with a playful shrug, her eyes glancing up to meet his own, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't surprised that he wanted to avoid business…and just talk.

Talk.

That was their last argument she remembered, when she brought up Leo-well not exactly Leo just this other guy she was speaking to that Atlas wasn't aware about who was Leo- Anyways. She remembered talking about how they did not click in the same way, that she instead would rather just talk then get high and spend the night acting like fools.

He listened.

Her eyes fluttered up to him, “talk? Atlas Park wants to just talk” she said, raising an eyebrow as if trying to find or look for what he was trying to hide from all this. Of course she could tell he wanted to make a move, wanted her to feel the same, and even though she knew she wasn't going to…she couldn't help but smile.

“You know, I guess you really are full of surprises, the Atlas I know is pretty well at ignoring me…especially after our arguments” she said as she leaned against the gym wall, she always hung around near the edges parties were alright, she just didn't need to be in a crowd of touchy couples and people so being on the side was nice. Especially when one needed a drink. “But yeah…I guess we can talk, as long as this isn't some weird plan of yours” She said, still a bit skeptical but she'd go along with it. “So, what have you been up to? Any special girl in mind?” she asked a part of her hoping he did have someone, then maybe…maybe then she could rely on him more like a friend she'd wanted.

After all, before this whole sleeping together, and before he really…went after her, they were somewhat close. Of course she never told him much about her family situation or opened up to anything like that [for some reason those moments for her were saved for leo] but she was able to go to him on a bad day, and they'd spend the day joking, or sometimes they'd even go out and get milkshakes. She thought of him as a brother she'd never had, but things spiraled away…and she's lost that, maybe today though…she’d regain her brother.













 
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On the day of the homecoming dance, Adrian had been more excited than usual. Sure, he still followed his everyday routine, one that was engraved in his brain, and wouldn’t make it any other way, even if the world was falling apart. However, still that day, his mind had drifted away a bit, and the reason behind it was none other than Claudia Jean.

Every minute passed. His goofy smile grew bigger just at the thought of taking her to the dance. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by his father, who made it clear he was messing up everything at his workshop. He sent him back to their house. Adrian knew his father would not stop teasing him about it, but at least the good side it’s that he wouldn’t be rushing to pick up Claudia Jean.

And a couple of hours later, Adrian was more than ready. With the navy suit, he told Claudia Jean he would wear a suit that he already owned and had already worn at least once; but he just decided to omit that part. He didn’t see the reason for buying a new one when he had one that fit him perfectly fine.

So when the time finally came, Adrian drove to the house of Claudia Jean, unfortunately, his Ford F150 stayed back at his home despite being his pride for being a car that he had been restoring for a while and he could call his own, but he wasn’t sure if it was the right choice to taking your date to homecoming, especially when they were wearing a dress instead the family car had been the one he took instead.

Once he made it to her house, he walked towards the door with a bouquet of zinnias, flowers that he recently found out it was her favorite and that he was sure he hadn’t asked that subtlety, but at least he tried to surprise, he started knocking at the door as he waited for someone to open it so he could spend the evening with the girl of his dreams.
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Ms. Williams had complained endlessly when Mei announced she was buying her own homecoming dress. But Mei had stood her ground. If she was going to endure a whole night being jostled by strangers and shouting over ear-shattering pop music without her noise-canceling headphones, the very least she could do was feel comfortable in her own skin.

She had searched high and low for the perfect dress—fitted enough that she wouldn’t feel childish, but loose enough to avoid feeling constricted. It had to pass the Williams' approval, of course, but more importantly, it had to pass her own. When she finally found the one, she felt a rare spark of pride. It was soft lavender, with a flowing skirt that didn’t cling to her legs and a neckline that was understated but elegant. It wasn’t flashy, but it was hers, and that was what mattered.

Mei had been on edge about tonight ever since meeting Elliot outside the diner weeks ago. He had been sitting on the curb, slouched and forlorn, his hands white and trembling from the freezing night air. She’d hesitated before approaching him, unsure if he wanted company, but something in his tired eyes reminded her of herself. Lonely, misunderstood, and aching for connection.

He was different from her, for sure. Sensitive in a way that sometimes made their interactions exhausting, often mistaking her kindness for sarcasm or pity. But she’d persevered. His warmth and vulnerability were a kind of mirror for her own buried feelings, and over time, she found herself enjoying his company.

Maybe—just maybe—he was her chance at something she thought impossible. A normal teenage experience. The kind you saw in movies. Was it so wrong to want to be seen for once? Not as Connor’s awkward little sister. Not as the lonely girl feeding pigeons by the park. But as someone fun. Someone worth loving.

The Williams home felt stifling tonight. Connor was quiet as always, barely acknowledging her as he passed through the living room. Byron was worse, his temper boiling just beneath the surface. Lately, he reminded her of the scrappy pre-teen he’d been, always fighting in the school yard. He wasn’t cruel to her anymore, but his kindness felt half-hearted, as if he were saving his energy for something more important.

When he finally came downstairs, late as usual, Mei barely noticed. She was too caught up in her own head, running through the motions. Snap after snap of photos, standing stiffly with Ms. and Mr. Williams, then with Connor, then Byron. Each photo felt like another act in a play she didn’t want to be in. When the pictures were done, her parents drifted to separate rooms, the tension between them unspoken but heavy in the air. Her brothers left soon after to pick up their girlfriends, squabbling as they walked out the door.

And then Mei was alone. Standing in the sitting room, still in her dress, feeling as distant from her family as ever.

Her phone buzzed, startling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Elliot. She smiled, a small, hopeful curve of her lips, and before she could overthink it, she typed out a suggestion.

Hey so, my brothers are going to pick up their girlfriends... if you did want to pick me up, now would be your best shot x

She pressed send before her nerves could talk her out of it. She kind of hoped he’d say yes. It would be easier to leave with him, to escape the cold, echoing silence of this house before her brothers returned to fill it with noise again.

And if he couldn’t? That was fine, too. She’d leave in her car and meet him there. Either way, tonight was hers to claim.








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"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?”

Ash's use of the word boyfriend wasn't lost on Dallas. He was very aware it wasn't something she used lightly; the phrase ‘not-boyfriend’ seemed to be thrown around her little friend group way more often, but he appreciated it despite the word being nestled right next to the phrase ‘serial killer smile’.


Her dainty hand in his felt- nice. Aston always had a way of making him feel like the only boy in the room, Dallas hoped tonight he might be able to make her feel like she was the only girl. The timing before- it hadn’t been right. But now he was good, they were good.

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Wes’s fingertips pressed lightly against her neck made the hairs on the back of it stand at attention. Even after his hand left its post to take refuge in his lap the surface of her skin felt charged, electrified to the touch, that was until a dryer sheet of guilt took it all away.

Yeah, you're something Carmen- a voice nagged at her from the depths of her subconscious- just as bad as everyone says you are.

Just as it had been Carmen to close it, it was Carmen who had reluctantly widened the distance between them again. She sighed,
“I should probably get back before anyone notices I'm gone.”


The girl glanced back at Wes seeing him post their magic moment for the first time.

“First though we might wanna take care of...”
A manicured finger made a circle around her own lip area, indicating his.

"Got a little lipstick there, it's not that bad but, you know.”
She took her thumb and tried to rub away the staining before relenting with an unbothered
“Well- I'm sure no one will notice.”
and giving herself a touch up with the tube from her clutch.

Carmen gave a little reassuring nod at how responsible she was being. Sure, she'd done her first bump of oxy and kissed a guy when she had a whole ass boyfriend but with some careful covering up they'd both make it out of this scott free and with none the wiser.

See? Responsible.

She followed Wes out of the car, locking it up behind them and by some miracle managing to not drop the keys this time, though getting them to the lock did seem a more difficult task this time around.

Wes seemed primed to take his leave when it hit her.
“Wait, don't go.”
sounding a tad bit more pathetic than anticipated. Maybe it had been the return to movement after so much stillness but all at once the urge to 'go' became unignorable.


“I have to...use the ladies.”
For the sake of her dignity she said the last bit much quieter than the rest.

When he seemed puzzled by her admission Carmen rephrased.
“Okay let me put it to you this way, I have to use the ladies and if you don't come with me I am definitely going to end up lost.”
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eak was enjoying every bit of his brother's going through the emberassing homecoming picture moment he had a year ago. There was nothing more amusing than seeing the facebook photo's an half hour later though.

'Come on eomma, you can do it,' he encouraged his mom who was asking for him help. It would've been way easier to take them himself but he couldn't help but tease the two.
Then their sister came in, half-sister but Peak still cared about her —probably even more than he cared about his brother Ever.

Peak gave her a smile before their mom dragged them into the pictures too, Atlas was sort of pushed to the side like he always was. Deep down, Peak loved how much Atlas looked up to him and it feeded the rivalry between the two brothers who never seemed to get along anyway.

A week ago Peak had promised to bring his siblings to homecoming and he surely wasn't excited until his friend Felix pitched a great idea. Felix and him had met some time ago, they both liked the same thing— partying— and this had put them on the map. He even introduced Atlas to him although he wasn´t really keen on making friends for his little brother.
Felix was different, quiet and unpredictable. Peak liked it, it brought excitement and dynamic in his own boring, life that was planned out for him.

When he saw his friend he greeted him with a hug, having a big smile plastered on his face even though Felix tried to keep it lowkey. 'Felix, I barely recognize you,' he spoke with an overly surprised tone to tease the guy who never really seemed keen on any attention. When he leaned closer to him to show him the flask in his blazer, Peak got an even bigger grimace as if he hit the jackpot. 'No way, in the blazer?' He said, definitely impressed. 'Fuck, I should've thought of that when I went to homecoming.' Peak got through school fast and the drugs probably weren't helping but he had a pretty solid brain. The guy was good at learning things.
'So, what's the plan?' Peak asked, reaching out to the flask. 'Wait, let me take a sip first. What is it?' Curiosity killed the cat, they said.




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t wasn’t exactly a picture-perfect start to the big homecoming night. Elliot had locked himself in his room, dressed in a sleek black suit with a velvet finish. He’d always liked dressing up, but somehow tonight, it all felt pointless. He'd mixed up some coughing syrup with some Mountain Dew, a homemade mix that he'd definitely need tonight if he wanted to survive the nasty looks from all of his old friends.

He could hear the faint chatter of Miranda and Damien in the living room—it was their picture moment. He rolled his eyes but couldn’t ignore the envy gnwaing at him. It just wasn't fair.

When he finally came downstairs, the sound of the door slamming signaled that his younger half-brother had fled the scene. Elliot’s father stood nearby, offering a weak smile that barely masked his exhaustion. Ever since Damien moved in, the tension in the house had been unbearable. Everyone pushed for them to “keep the bond alive,” but it was barely hanging on by a thread.

'Did Damien take the car?' Elliot asked flatly, bypassing any attempt at small talk. He knew better than to leave room for a no.

'You will have to ask your mom, Elliot.' His father sighed, visibly not wanting to entertain his question.
Elliot bristled. He had not called her mom since she moved in even though his father insisted, to him she'd never been a mother; even now, she picked her favorites.


Elliot shook his head, glaring as his stepmom stepped into the conversation with the car keys dangling from her hand, acting like she was doing him a massive favor.

'So, what, because Damien’s not taking the car, that means I get to have it?' His tone was venomous as his eyes darted between them. Before she could say a word, he snatched the keys out of her hand.

'Thank my lucky stars,' he muttered, grabbing his coat from the couch where he’d tossed it earlier. 'What on earth would I have done without you guys?' His tone dripped with sarcasm, and he could hear their quiet mutters as he walked to the door.

Elliot didn’t bother saying goodbye—why would he? They were used to him leaving like this. The door slammed shut, leaving behind only silence.

As Elliot settled into the grey Lexus—his father’s gift to Miranda when they moved in—he glanced at his phone. A message from Mei lit up the screen.

Even though his mood was sour, it was nice to feel needed, even if just for a moment. Her message said the coast was clear, and something about the secrecy made his pulse quicken. It was exciting. Byron couldn’t find out, that much was clear. And if anyone would pay the price for it, it’d be Elliot, not Mei.

He chuckled bitterly at the thought. Mei William as his homecoming date. Never in a million years would he have predicted this turn of events. But there he was, driving to pick up Byron’s sister. All his old friends were dead or ignoring him.
He always thought him and Ash would go together, the thought of her cuddled up to Dallas at the big dance made his skin crawl. It really wasn't fair, what made him so special?

Elliot arrived at Mei's house about fifteen minutes later, their house loomed over the neighborhood like it owned the place. It brought back memories he didn’t care for, reminders of being around Byron and Dallas when things were less complicated—or maybe just differentl. He swallowed his feelings as he parked the car on the driveway.

Walking up to the oversized front door, he stood up, wanting to look as confident as he possibly could. Leaning against the wall, he waited, he crossed his fingers at his side. Not her parents, please. Not her parents.



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Bubbly and Excited
Indiana Sinclair
The evening light streamed through a cracked window, spilling over the faded floral couch where Indiana woke up with a groggy groan. Her head throbbed faintly, a leftover souvenir from the party the night before, and her dark hair was a wild mess of tangles. Smudged glitter makeup clung stubbornly to her face, her hazel-green eyes barely visible under streaks of yesterday’s eyeliner. Looking down, she realized she didn’t even have her shoes. She was barefoot and still in last night’s slightly rumpled outfit. She stumbled out into the cool air, giggling to herself at how ridiculous she must look.

Homecoming. Oh, right. It was today. Indiana had almost forgotten, which wasn’t surprising considering she didn’t exactly have a place to call “home.” Her sister Frannie lived at the motel, her parents were too busy being divorced to care, and Lindsey bounced between houses like it was a game. Indie? She just kind of existed in the cracks, floating between places without much of a plan. If there was one thing she loved though, it was a good excuse to get dressed up and dance like nobody was watching.

Back at Frannie’s motel room—where Indie had stashed her stuff this week—she plugged in her phone and blasted her favorite 2000s playlist. Play’s “Us Against The World” echoed through the tiny room as she danced around in her mismatched clothes, throwing her arms up and singing off-key while mascara smudged further down her cheeks. Half the time, Indie didn’t know if people loved her or just laughed at her, but she didn’t care, she was having fun.

When it came time to get ready, Indiana went all out with her ideas. For her homecoming look, she pulled together an outfit only she could dream up. She started with a purple maxi skirt she had thrifted and stitched with other random pieces of purple fabric to layer onto it, that clashed beautifully. Over that, she wore a laced pink top that caught the light every time she moved. She layered on a reddish pink laced cardigan she’d “borrowed” from a store years ago and added mismatched stockings under her skirt and black boots she’d covered the heel in glitter.

Her accessories were as over-the-top as ever. With chunky plastic bangles on both wrists, a collection of necklaces that jingled with every movement, and giant mismatched dangling earrings. Her makeup was wild, purple eyeshadow blending into a cloud of glitter, neon pink blush that almost looked like face paint, and glossy red lipstick she applied a little too generously. She teased her dark waves into a voluminous, half-up, half-down style, secured with butterfly clips and a sparkly pink headband.

When she looked in the mirror, she grinned at her reflection. She wasn’t polished or perfect like some of the other girls in Haven Falls, but she was Indiana. As far as she was concerned, that was more than enough. Grabbing her beaded clutch, she dashed out the door barefoot again, her boots in hand ready to make her entrance at homecoming.

Indiana didn’t think twice about walking barefoot to the school for homecoming. The pavement was warm under her feet from the days sun and the cool breeze played with the loose strands of her wavy hair. Sure, it was a long walk, but Indie didn’t mind. She absolutely loved the time to herself, her colorful outfit swishing as she moved and the music in her head keeping her company. She twirled a few times on the sidewalk, humming one of her favorite 2000s songs and pretending the streetlights were spotlights just for her. Cars drove by, a few people gave her strange looks, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t the kind of girl who cared about things like practicality or opinions. Walking gave her time to think and dream and be free.

By the time she reached the school, the sounds of the homecoming dance carried through the open doors. The thumping bass, muffled laughter, and a buzz of teenage energy. Her bare feet padded softly against the sidewalk as she approached, her steps turning into a light skip, then a bouncy walk as excitement bubbled inside her. She loved dances, not because of the romance or tradition but because it was a chance to dress up, dance wildly, and lose herself in the moment.

Indie’s curious hazel-green eyes sparkled as she stepped inside the building and put her boots on. The gymnasium was already packed with students. The lights above gave way to colorful strobes and decorations. Her smile stretched big and proud, completely unbothered by the stares and whispers that followed her as she passed. She knew she stood out with her chaotic outfit and glitter-covered face, but it only fueled her confidence. After all, why blend in when you could shine?

Indie scanned the room with her wide, curious gaze, looking for a familiar face in the sea of people. Her heart thumped with excitement as she searched for Seb. She’d told him she was coming…well, more like begged him to come, actually. Seb wasn’t exactly the “dance” type, but Indie was persistent, convinced he just needed the right push. Of course, she was more than happy to be that push. Whether he liked her as much as she liked him didn’t matter to her at the moment. Indie never really knew where she stood with people, but she always assumed the best.

She weaved her way through the crowd, pausing to twirl under the shimmering streamers hanging from the ceiling, her jewelry jingling with every move. Her gaze darted to the bleachers, then to the punch table, then to the far corner of the gym, where the quieter kids were normally at.


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Jules had hoped she hadn't said something wrong when she said he looked like a book boyfriend. She sometimes doubted her own flirting abilities, often feeling like she was 'too much'.

But when Mickey had mentioned Rhysand, she had actually giggled. She couldn't believe it as it came out of her mouth. Since when did she fucking giggle. She really needed to get it together.

"Oh just you wait."
She mused, trying to cover up the embarrassing giggle. Jules then realized that her comment revealed that she indeed had started reading ahead. She couldn't help herself. She was almost half-way through the second book.

"Okay, I have a confession. Don't hate me. I already started the second book."
She turned away and shielded her face with her hand jokingly.



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Lacey Marie Kavanagh
the chill girl
Lacey noticed the small shift in the posture of Jonah after she told him he looked handsome. She liked seeing how her words had some kind of impact on the guy and a small smile appeared on the girl’s face. This was quite obvious since Jonah sitting next to her made Lacey’s evening way more interesting and exciting, even if they were just catching up.

“I guess I would also consider homecoming nice too.”
The girl replied, almost feeling as if she was also giving the opening for Jonah to realize she wasn’t having as much fun as she was having at that moment with him, the reality was that she liked Jonah, probably more than she cared to admit and definitely more than what would you like someone you just considered a friend. It was a strange feeling that she didn’t dislike, but at the same time, it terrified her.

“Well, last time I checked, I didn’t have one.”
She said with a small chuckle.
“But no, I didn’t get asked to homecoming. Probably too unimportant for the guys at my school and most likely out of limits, thanks to my dad for the guys here.”
She added jokingly.

But when Jonah said he would volunteer to do everything a date did with her, Lacey’s heart skipped a bit. Even if he was just being nice to her, she shouldn’t get her hopes up for it, right? It was just Jonah being a nice friend. After all, he came to homecoming with Kat as a friend too, and not him being interested in her in more than a friendship.

“Having some punch wouldn’t be a bad idea, now that you mention it. I guess we could also take pictures, aren’t you supposed to do that with your date?”

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Homecoming photos. How quaint.
Fujiko smoothed the hem of her dress and forced a practiced smile as the camera clicked. Posing with people she barely knew—these brothers she was supposed to call family—felt absurd. She didn’t belong here, and she didn’t want to. Her real family was gone. The man who raised her had taught her to cook, to ride a bike, to face the world head-on. That man had been her father. Not this sleazy Korean businessman with his doe-eyed, agreeable wife. And certainly not these three brothers who acted like they were doing her a favor by letting her into their world.

When her mother spiraled into alcoholism and unemployment, her step-father hadn’t fought for her. A clean break—no messy custody battles, no inconvenient responsibilities. Had he even cared? Did anyone? Fujiko's opinion hadn’t mattered then, and it certainly didn’t seem to matter now.

But one thing she could control was her image. She wasn’t about to give these strangers the satisfaction of seeing her anger or her grief.

She glanced over at the eldest brother—Peak. He was trying to smile warmly at her. Of course, she smiled back, sugary sweet, like she hadn’t already figured him out.

She’d been watching Peak closely since her arrival. It was obvious that he sat at the top of the family hierarchy. Their father trusted him, and Peak wielded that trust like a weapon. He didn’t hide his mistakes—he didn’t need to. Their father always smoothed things over, and Peak knew it.

Fujiko had already felt the sting of his superiority when he’d denied her use of his car after she mentioned getting her American driver’s license. Holding it over her like a trophy she wasn’t worthy of. That was when she’d decided: she would take his spot.

Control was everything, and Peak had too much of it.

Then there was Atlas. If Peak was the king, Atlas was his loyal knight—wrapped so tightly around his brother’s thumb that he could barely see past it. It hadn’t taken long for Fujiko to realize how desperate Atlas was for approval. Gaining none from his mother or father he had turned to his oldest brother. He was always quick to defend Peak, eager for validation that never seemed to come. It was pathetic, really. But also an opportunity. If she could pry Atlas from Peak’s grasp, the cracks in Peak’s little empire would start to show.

Everest was different than both of them. He was an oddball for sure- but he didn’t listen to Peak and he didn’t suffer parental neglect like Atlas. He was somewhere in the middle. Peak encouraged the inevitable rivalry between them, using it to keep Everest in check. Watching it unfold, Fujiko almost admired how Peak managed to keep his brothers under his thumb. Almost.

But she wasn’t here to admire. She was here to win.

As Peak’s sleek car pulled into the school parking lot, Fujiko dismissed thoughts of her brothers. For now, she had other priorities. She hadn’t made many friends at school yet, but Ever had introduced her to Carmen, his girlfriend. Carmen was sweet, naïve, and easy to charm. Within a week, Fujiko had turned the introduction into an invitation to drinks with Carmen and her roommates. By the end of the night, she’d secured a foothold in a new social circle.

Control.

Inside the gym, Fujiko scanned the crowd for Carmen, her heels clicking against the polished floor. No sign of her. A quick glance at her phone confirmed it: no messages. Irritated, she poured herself a cup of punch and waited. She hated waiting.

Finally, the crowd felt too stifling, and she stepped outside for a cigarette. The cool night air settled around her as she searched her purse for her tobacco and papers. She was focused on rolling when the loud slam of a car door broke the stillness. She didn’t look up right away, keeping her movements deliberate, calculated.

When she finally glanced up, she saw a girl—Carmen—stumbling toward a car parked under the floodlights. A man, pale and underweight, opened the back door for her. Fujiko recoiled- to her he looked almost ghoulish under the harsh white lights, but Carmen climbed inside without hesitation.

Fujiko’s brow furrowed. This didn’t fit the image she’d pieced together of Carmen. Sweet, slightly ditzy, harmless Carmen. But there was nothing harmless about this scene.

Snap.

Her phone’s camera captured the moment without hesitation. Fujiko didn’t need to think twice. Whatever this was, it was leverage.

Moving casually, she lit her cigarette and strolled closer, pretending to be lost in thought. As she passed the car, she raised her phone again, snapping more photos of Carmen and the man in the backseat. A drug deal? A love affair? It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Fujiko had something now. Something Carmen wouldn’t want anyone to see.

Back at the entrance to the gym, Fujiko scrolled through the photos, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. She could show Everest, of course. He’d pout and sulk for weeks if he knew. But no—this wasn’t the time to play that card. Not yet.

Instead, she dialed Carmen’s number, the smirk fading into a perfectly innocent expression. Control wasn’t about brute force. It was about patience.

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As Harvey stood, time seemed to slow. The world around her blurred, leaving only him in her vision. Jace’s heart pounded in her throat, and her breath caught. Passionately, he recited a line from Footloose, a movie she’d watched countless times as a child—mostly out of boredom, but also because it had comforted her.

"That's a fancy way of saying, I don't dance, but... I'd love to try," he said with a warm smile, his cheeks turning pink. His awkwardness mirrored her own, making her smile in return.

"I mean, if you want to," he added, his voice sheepish.

Jace did want to. More than she expected. But as she felt the familiar nervousness creep up—was she really about to do this?—her mind flickered to memories of her brief time with Drake. Was she about to risk ruining another friendship over something that could just be a dance to Harvey, his best girl...friend?

One glance at his flushed face and goofy grin dissolved her doubts like sugar dissolving in hot tea. Hesitant, but without a word, she took his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet. Together, they walked to the center of the room, where teenagers bounced energetically to the latest chart-toppers. The song was ending, so they stood there, awkwardly waiting for the next one.

Still holding his hand, Jace felt a slight flutter of nerves when the first beat of Hot to Go by Chapple Roan blared through the speakers. She burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter—what an embarrassing song. But instead of retreating into the awkwardness, she decided to lean into it, letting the beat carry her. She swung Harvey’s arms playfully, moving to the rhythm, probably making a fool of herself, but it didn’t matter. She was having fun. When was the last time she had felt this carefree?

As the rhythm of Hot to Go shifted, she swung his arms lightly, guiding them both into an awkward, clumsy sway. They bumped into each other a few times, laughing it off each time. At first, she worried about stepping on his feet, about looking foolish—but then she realized something: she didn’t mind at all. The movement felt natural, like they were figuring it out together. She wasn’t trying to impress him. Neither of them were. They were just... there.

Jacinta’s body language relaxed, and with each step, the gap between them closed, until it felt like their movements were in sync—two people just trying to keep up with the beat and with each other. Jace felt a flutter in her chest when their arms brushed, the physical contact sending a ripple of warmth through her, and for the first time that night, she wasn’t overthinking it. She wasn’t worrying about the “what ifs.”

The music swirled around them, but all she could focus on was the lightness between them—the easy way their laughter bounced off each other, how his fingers were now holding hers more firmly, as though he’d realized that they were both in this, however silly or clumsy it seemed. As the song came to an end, Jace found herself not wanting the moment to end. Not yet.








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Mickey opened his mouth in an exaggerated gasp, completing the gesture with a clutch of his nonexistent pearls
“After all we’ve been through together?”
He said, faux scandalized. Altogether he dropped both gestures, replacing his expression with a laidback grin
“Nah, it’s alright. I could never be mad at you.”


Leaning over slightly he glanced beneath her hand
“At least I know now that it’s good.”
He chuckled. Between their two laughs he felt himself quickly becoming more and more at ease. Mentally he made a note to try and spend more time between classes reading his book, but for now there was no need to consider page numbers or fae or elven creatures. They had a night to enjoy here.

He offered her his hand, making sure it was within her range of vision below where her own hand covered her eyes
“Maybe let’s save book discussion for later.”
He said, glancing around the room
“I mean, they call it a homecoming dance not just a homecoming party."
The music was still playing loud, not exactly what he would have put on, but certainly nothing truly despicable.

Thankfully he’d had the foresight to stick one of his ear plugs in when he was getting ready so he wouldn’t be too overstimulated by the sights and sounds. As well as keep him focused on the girl in front of him
“What do you say? You wanna dance?”
He asked.


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Wes nodded at Carmen’s astute observation that her absence just might be missed soon. He should probably be getting on his way anyways, hanging around a high school that you did not attend is not usually a good look for anyone post-graduation.

By the time he’d caught on to what she was implying with the gesture of her manicured finger she was already dragging the soft pad of her thumb across his chapped lips to try and rid him of the evidence of their kiss. Shortly after she gave up, leaving him slightly marked by her. Not that he had a problem with that.

Each of them climbed out of the car, Wes pausing to hold the door open for Carmen. Stepping back he allowed her to lock up the car, his hands were dug into the pockets of his jeans
“I guess that’s my cue to-”


His foot stuck into the pavement below them as she pled for him not to go. Maybe the oxy was just doing its job, or maybe this girl meant a little bit more to him than he had anticipated as he felt himself come just a bit off his own axis.

Dark brows furrowed slightly as he listened to her follow up about needing to hit the john. For a moment he was unsure if she was trying to proposition him. Y’know, a little warm-up in the car and then off to the bathroom to finish what they started. Tension rolled out of his shoulders as she continued to elaborate.

“I guess another set of eyes is never a bad thing.”
He was probably just as likely to get them lost as she was on her own, but Wes sure wasn’t about to turn up a chance to warm up a little bit more before his walk home. Not to mention, spending a little bit more time with one of the few people in town who tolerated him, even seemed to enjoy his presence.

He followed her into the building, avoiding the muffled sounds of vitality and partygoers coming from what he assumed was the gymnasium. They trode down the hall, Wes just a few paces behind the girl with his boots thudding on the linoleum.

Even in the dim appearance of the unlit hallway from a few paces away Wes could just barely make out the shape of the nearly universal symbol for ‘women’s bathroom,’ one of those stick figures in a dress.

He gestured to it with his unsteady left hand, even years on to living with his loss of use in his dominant hand, neither his body nor his mind could resist the urge to try and rely on the hand that he once favored for everything
“I’m no expert, but I think we’ve found our destination.”
Wes said. He leaned up against the wall nearby the door
“I guess I’ll leave you to it.”
He said, implying he’d wait for her right there.


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Jonah laughed at Lacey's joke about being out of reach of any Haven Falls boys, mainly due to her father. If he'd been a wiser boy he might've seen the possible dangers of flirting with the Coach's daughter, you know the man with access to hundreds of baseball bats and the ability to causally make Jonah run suicides until he puked.

But he wasn't.

When she agreed to grab some punch with him he grinned. Joey was sure Kat wouldn't mind, she'd already dropped some hints that she knew exactly what Jonah thought of Lacey. And she was with her friend...He didn't need to justify it to himself any more than that.

“Punch, then pictures, then that slow dance you promised me- that all seems doable.”
Jonah nodded, pushing his seat out so he could hop to his feet, before offering his hand to the Brunette in the pretty sage dress.

The two made their way across the gym to the punch table where Jonah grabbed them both a cup, ignoring the two guys hovering around the bowl.
“Excuse me.”
he'd mumbled, making his way back to his- not date.

“A glass of punch for the lady.”
Jonah's voice was almost sing-song as he handed hers over. Taking a sip of his own he wrinkled his nose up at the decidedly funny aftertaste.
“Is this...?”
he questioned, wondering if Lacey picked up on the same thing he was.


 


















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It was hard to tell if the expression on Drake’s face was more dumbfounded by Ines’ action, or just the usual dumb look he wore. She felt him pull away to end the kiss, but not in a “Whoa, get off me!” kind of way, so that was a plus. Certainly an information gathering experience in addition to a pleasurable one.

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises.”
She said with a casual shrug, still sort of admiring just how close they were still standing, practically toe to toe
“Hopefully you liked it, maybe there’ll be more where that came from if you play your cards right.”


The flirtier side of Ines hadn’t been seen or enjoyed by much of anyone since last year, but it seemed that Drake actually had an appreciation for it that her exes… one in particular… didn’t really seem to fully understand. Drake actually sort of flirted back with her, not leaving her to play both sides of a two player game.

He teeth grazed her lower lip once again, considering the options for the two of them to enjoy the rest of their night together filtering through her mind before she decided that maybe it didn’t have to be her turn to play a card right now. After all she’d already shown her ace.

“So, are we gonna stand around here all night or are you gonna show me a good time?”
She asked, placing a hand on her waist as she popped her hip to the side. Tag, he was it.


 


















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“Oh fuck!”
Claudia Jean all but hollered as she heard the front door getting knocked on. Checking herself one last time in the mirror she turned back towards her girls “I think that’s him. Like I said, you guys can take your time but I’ve got a hockey player to go see.” She chirped with a small shimmy as she moved towards the desk to grab her clutch. Of course perfectly matched to her dress.

Her mother was heading to the door just in time for Claudia Jean to stop her with a frantic wave of her hand “I got it, I got it, I got it.” She said in a hushed voice, hoping Adrian would be unaware of her intensity on the other side of the wooden divider between them. As she pulled the door open her mother retreated back to the kitchen with a shake of her head.

“Hi!”
Claudia Jean greeted as she pulled the door open. Her eyes quickly landed on the collection of flowers in his hands, zinnias! “Adriannnnnn.” She dragged out that ending consonant in his name in that sort of cooing-crescendo teenage girls, particularly southern ones, particularly particularly more so energetic ones, particularly particularly particularly ones who were both such as Claudia Jean
“Thank you, these are my favorite.”
Oh, that clever bastard…

Setting her bag on the small entry-way table they had to the side of the door she lifted the bouquet from his hands
“C’Mon in while I get these settled somewhere.”
She said heading to the kitchen.

Upon seeing the florals in her daughter’s hands, Merriweather set aside her phone and moved to find a vase in the closet down the hall. Pausing to give Adrian a greeting and a compliment of
“You’re so sweet.”


Soon enough the zinnias were acclimating inside of their new white ceramic home and Claudia Jean’s mother was retrieving her phone from the counter to take photos of the couple. A bit creatively as trying to fit them both in the frame together had been a somewhat awkward task, but one she refused to let beat her.

Decent photos now captured Claudia Jean and Adrian were free to leave so out to the boy’s car they went. Once she had managed to get seated without creasing her dress too harshly she was able to focus on thanking her date
“Thanks for picking me up, and for the flowers too, you’re such a gentleman.”





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