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Ines.

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Trying her hardest to be supportive

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medusa costume

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the stage at the halloween festival

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Lacey, Kat

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It twisted Ines’ heart in her chest to see both her sister and her best friend in such a state. To be honest it was almost pushing her to the edge of tears, but she wouldn’t let herself cry right now. It wasn’t about her. That was what Ines had been good at, wasn’t she? Making things all about her for no reason.

(One might point to Kat’s sixth birthday for evidence… She still hasn’t felt like she’s apologized enough for that one.)

According to her parents anyways, their eldest child was more of an anxious mess, but their youngest was a chronic attention whore. What else would you call someone who seemed insistent on making all the little cracks that she did, like she was “Insistent on being allergic to significant and serious situations.”

She wiped the back of her hand under her eyes just in case any rogue tears had escaped, possibly smearing her makeup just a little but she had done it messy on purpose. Totally.

“That’s a great idea.”

She said in reply to Kat’s idea. Maybe it was just the nature of her being an older sister that made Kat and her presence a bit comforting. As much as Ines would like to point to all the stupid sibling fights they’d had, at the end of the day even she had to admit that her sister was, honestly, better than her in most ways, especially in a crisis. Except maybe in anything related to extroverted activities.

“If you want to, which I hope you do. Your voice, your music, it’s fucking awesome, Lacey.”

Her voice was enthusiastic, within reason for the occasion of course, the last thing she wanted would be to unnerve Lacey even more than she probably already was given the circumstances

“You are fucking awesome.”

 

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Damien

He glanced back down at the blonde (although to be honest, Damien hardly looked down at anyone given his relatively, ahem, average height), one eyebrow cocked up, his dark eyes squinting ever so slightly at her.

She had his attention -- which, to be fair, wasn't something that was necessarily difficult to garner. How else did you think he managed to sit through every film imaginable, while barely blinking an eye?

(Also, what else was supposed to catch his attention at this stupid, shitty festival?)

"Alright," he said with a quick nod of his head, it not even occurring to him until now -- when he realized how downtrodden Jules appeared -- that her want to leave the festival was likely due to... whatever the hell happened between her and Mickey. Which he kind of knew about, but he'd also gotten a little lost along the way.

Damien gave a tilt of his head, before he started walking.

"What're we supposed to do?" he whined. "My mom's home, so we can't go there. We could go to your place, but..." there was a shrug of his shoulders.

They were almost out of the festival when Damien paused, his eyes glued to one of those scammy festival games, with the stupid little milk bottles set up, with the stupid little balls.

He remembered being young, clinging to his mother's side, when they'd been wandering through a festival like this back in California. There'd been one of these stupid games, and Damien had spent his last dollar playing it -- only to obviously fail miserably. The guy had pity on him (or rather, wanted to impress Damien's mother), and had given him a stuffed animal from the booth -- a little, poorly sewn together stuffed dog with too big of a forehead.

It was his favorite, even if it was currently residing in the bottom of his closet.

"Wanna play?" he asked Jules.

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heir hands released as they approached the game. Parker lit up like a firecracker the second he challenged her. Baz had thought he was competitive—until he met her. Before he’d figured out the line, he’d copped a few solid warning punches over cocky comments. He still toed that line sometimes, of course. He liked seeing that fire in her eyes. She approached the game with full confidence and swagger, like she could pass for the real Bonnie.

"Oh, I’m gonna wipe the floor with you," she declared, scoffing like she was spitting facts.

But Baz had this one in the bag. He could hit a jackrabbit at twenty meters with one eye closed. This plastic gun, no kick, foam bullets? Child’s play. It wasn’t often he beat Parks at anything. He planned to enjoy it.

He stood off to the side, arms crossed, cocky smirk in place.

Hit. Thump.

Baz blinked.

Hit. Thump.

He whistled. "Alright, alright."

She was nailing them. Watching her take aim was unfair—she got that focused look she only pulled out when she was about to wreck someone’s ego. Lip caught between her teeth, shoulders squared, stance solid. Baz stared, momentarily forgetting she was shooting foam darts and not defusing a bomb. She ended up demolishing at least 75% of the targets.

"Not fuckin’ bad, Parks," he said with a grin. "Not good enough, but not bad." He smirked as he took the gun from her.

He waited for the retort. The punch. The bite back.

But Parker had a far dirtier play in mind.

She leaned in, lips close to his ear, whispering—her breath warm against his skin. Her hand ghosted along his shoulders, just enough to make him twitch.

"Do your worst, Clydo."

Oh, you cheeky fucking—

Baz huffed and tried to steady the gun. She knew exactly what she’d done to him. He could feel her eyes burning holes into the back of his head. His hands were slick with sweat. Baz cleared his throat, raised the toy gun, and tried to remember how to breathe. Easy. Just foam and plastic. Point. Aim. Fire.

He missed the first shot.

It didn’t just miss—it veered off like it was trying to escape the tent.

Baz stared at the gun like it had betrayed him.

"...Alright, what the fuck."

He definitely heard Parker snort behind him.

He refused to turn. He knew she was grinning.

Focus. You’ve shot actual rifles. You’ve hit rabbits in the dark. Get it together, mate.

Second shot. Fired too early. Missed again. Baz exhaled a slow, murderous breath. Adjusted his grip like it would help.

Not like her hand just ghosted over your shoulder. Not like she whispered in your ear and short-circuited your brain. Not like your fingers are sweating because you’re thinking about the way she smells instead of the actual damn game.

He heard her shift behind him. Probably folding her arms. Smirking.

"Do your worst, Clydo."

Oh, he was doing his worst alright.

"Righto," he muttered, a smirk creeping back into his voice. "I’ll shoot for real now."

He inhaled. Hold it. Closed one eye.

Bam. Bam. Bam.
Thud. Thud. Thud.

The targets went down one by one as he picked his pride up off the floor and finished the silly carnival game. Just enough to tie with her. "Fuckin’... a tie?" he laughed, loud and disbelieving. "What does that get us, mate?" he asked the attendant, handing back the gun. They were each offered one of the prizes off the middle shelf. Baz turned to Parker, still grinning.

"Alright, I want that one, Parks. Me and Ted’ve already bonded, y’know?"

He grabbed the plush bear he'd pointed out earlier, holding it up proudly like it was a trophy.

Then he looked at her again. "Which one d’you want?" he asked, smiling bright like the game hadn’t just nearly ruined him.

"Hold my be... no, don't worry, I'll hold it."

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[Winona]

Dahlia Blake

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Dahlia was--

Angry? Upset? Confused? Frustrated?

Some mixture of the four, not that it could be seen as a surprise for her. Dahlia was always some mix of negative emotions --and rarely a mix of anything else.

Particularly when it came to a certain boy, or rather lately, two of them.

She really didn't understand. Alexa had been miserable with Bentley, but she was so happy with Connor. So surely by deduction, Dahlia should be happy with Byron. He was, after all, his younger brother.

Maybe this was simply what love was supposed to feel like, because she did think she loved him. She cared about him, even if it was difficult to see through the biting words she snapped at him so often.

Plus things weren't always rough. They did have good times.

And she did care about him more than she cared about Bentley -- because Bentley was frustrating. He drove her crazy. She stayed up late too many nights texting him, and for what? Why did she stare at her phone, waiting for him to respond?

Fully frustrated and at the end of her rope, she found herself at the Halloween Festival -- not to hangout with anyone in particular, but just to get away from her house.

She hadn't really dressed up -- Lia had lazily thrown some fake blood across her neck and called it a day. The rest of her "costume" consisted of stolen clothes from Alexa, with her own frayed, tan jacket pulled over it all.

On Halloween, she could wear something tattered with the excuse of it being her costume.

Of course, being seen alone was lame -- so when she saw Stephanie, she wasted on time in approaching the other girl.

"Hey," she greeted, relatively disinterested as her gaze kept flickering away from her to gaze at the others scattered around the festival. "What're you doing here? Its kind of... lame, isn't it?"

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SETH ALLONS
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"After all these years
Still play it all by ear
And if I knew a fortune teller, I'd ignore them
I wouldn't wanna know...
And if I had a crystal ball, I would smash it
I wouldn't wanna know after all"
— Rozwell Kid, "Halloween 3.5".​

“Sethy! Thank yoou!!” Lindsey squeaked with joy like a cute little mouse surprised by a generous, cheesy gift. Apparently he’d done good, and Seth couldn’t help but smile like a fool when he knew one of his presents was appreciated.

In an instant, Lindsey had launched herself from her seat into Seth’s lap. The pair weren’t sat down in a chair meant to support two people, so Seth held onto her back for support with one hand, his other sprawled across her lap to support around her knee in case she started falling. Generally cool with physical touch from people, suddenly Seth wasn’t entirely sure he could remain normal for too long. Already zoning out, still a little stoned from earlier and enjoying having Lindsey perched in his lap, Seth came back to when he realized Linds was responding to him about whatever he’d said before (he’d forgotten).

“...here for now and grab it later?” she was saying something about the HF.FM shirt.

Seth turned his head slightly to look back at her, his glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose to reveal his round, brown eyes. Their faces inches from the other in an instant, Seth immediately wondered if he should just kiss her. He saw some sort of awareness pop into Linds’s eyes and decided against whatever teenage impulse was trying to possess him. While Seth waffled briefly, Lindsey reached out and snatched the sunglasses off of his face. She put them on and her face went blank, coldly robotic at the drop of a pin.

“Do I look like the Terminator?” Lindsey asked, trying to keep it cool.

“Oh yeah, you’re nailin’ it dude,” Seth chuckled, “but more like the cute one from Terminator 3—you gotta bulk up a bit more if you wanna pull off Arnold.”

“Haunted house! I was born ready.” Lindsey registered what Seth said about the haunted house, perking up as she hopped to her feet and out of his lap. He regretted his blabbermouth for just a split second.

Linds hit Seth with a clean finger-gun, removing his sunglasses and flipping them over to him. He caught them by a cheap arm, spinning them around for a second before setting the glasses back over his eyes. She scampered out from behind the booth, bopping to the ambient sound of music coming from the distant stage, his gifted hoodie clutched in her arms. Seth swooped around the opposite side, stopping just beside Lindsey and bumping her playfully with his hip. Reaching out with one hand, Seth scooped up one of Lindsey’s hands and led her off toward the festival’s haunted house.

“Born ready, were ya?” Seth dodged and weaved the pair through a thicket of Haven Falls residents and half-familiar faces, off toward where he'd seen the haunted house being set up earlier in the day, “Well then I guess you won’t mind being in the lead then, huh?”

The haunted house was set up in a two-story farm house at the edge of the festival, its porch adorned in fake cobwebs and skeletons and all sorts of Halloween decorations just family friendly enough not to upset people. Black fabric was draped over the front door, black and orange letters around the frame that said: “MAY ALL WHO ENTER KNOW FEAR.” Some students Seth didn't recognize worked the entrance, ripping tickets. A decent-sized line pushed back toward the main drag of festival activities, moving forward at a steady pace. Seth and Lindsey joined at the end of the line, the onesie-clad boy finally letting go of her hand as they did. Together, the pair made their way toward the entrance to the haunted house. Chatter and music and the sound of bottles from games clinking filled the brisk, night-time air. Seth's idle hands drummed a little beat on the thighs of his bulky costume in the short stint of silence, a dull and listless sort of percussion.

A brief memory flittered through Seth's mind—small memories of Halloweens come and gone back in Santa Monica; memories of him and people who responded to texts and calls less with each passing day. For just a second, he felt like he was missing out: house shows and house parties and all the friends he'd come to know for years at least, the chaotic, L.A streets all throughout Halloween night. A chill ran down his spine, snapping him back into reality.

“C’mon now, Sailor—it’s your time to shine.” Seth said as they drew closer still to the ominously framed front door, a grin on his face as he placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to be a steadying presence but also playing it up like he was walking Lindsey forward into the house of horrors ahead.

 

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You know me, I hate everyone

Seb smirked, playfully flipping Harvey off at his black eyeliner remark. It was as good-natured a response as one could expect from him. Truthfully though, that little “fuck you” to his friend felt kinda good. The other boy's goofy face and nervous chatter had been irritating Seb since he set foot in that basement.

Normally, this would be shaping up into a fun night with two of his favorite people. So since when did Harvey’s mere presence piss Seb off so much? He mentally chided himself for feeling that way about his closest pal. He'd done nothing to deserve his angsty ire. Harvey was a good dude. He took a chance on the weirdo new kid when Seb moved to Haven Falls years ago, and stuck by him as he leaned into the surly outcast role.

Seb knew his friend was working up the nerve to make a move on Jace. Instead of sulking, he should be shooting supportive glances when Jace wasn’t looking, to help calm his nerves.

It wasn't Harvey’s fault Jacey liked him.

Seb leaned forward to glance at the screen as Jace flipped through the photos, a bright smile lighting up her pretty face as she chattered about the different spooky eye makeup looks she'd come prepared with.

“Those all look pretty sick,” Seb fibbed. “Which one are you gonna do, Harve?” He mumbled halfheartedly, not even sparing a glance his way. In truth, the little ghosts and things were a bit too cutesy for his liking. But the momentary thrill of getting to be Jace’s canvas beckoned, and there wasn't a chance in hell he'd pass up that opportunity.

Seb couldn't help but smile too as his eyes met hers, glittering like black diamonds. For once, the boy was completely clean-faced, steel blue eyes sans their signature frame of messy ebony liner. His naturally heavy lids giving him a sleepy-eyed appearance that didn't ordinarily come through under all the black gunk he usually had smudged on his eyes.

For his part, Seb figured he could at least provide a clean canvas for Jace to work her magic on. If anyone had the talent to meticulously paint a tiny masterpiece on someone's greasy eyelid, it was definitely her.

“Surprise me,” He shrugged, giving the photos one more quick glance before his gaze flickered back on Jace. “I give you free reign to go fuckin’ nuts.”

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Sophia Price

the sad girl

Even if she was in a half-dead state, Phia wasn’t sure how to react to Mickey’s state, of course, she knew the guy had a big fear of losing his epi-pen, what kind of fan would she be if she didn’t realize those simple details about her idol, but even with her knowledge about Mickey, she didn’t know how to act, she couldn’t make an epi-pen appeared out of nowhere and she couldn’t even say that she would buy him another one, because she didn’t have any money for it.

And right there she was seeing the guy that had made her feel some kind of happiness since her parents died, having a crisis right in front of her and not being able to do anything about it. What were she and Jonah supposed to do? Not that they think he was exaggerating, but it was pretty obvious none of them knew how to handle a crisis and the one Mickey was having was one they wouldn’t provide any type of help, even if they wanted.

“What do we do now? I think he is going to get even worse if we don’t do something.”

She said awkwardly as she saw Mickey take short and rapid breaths, it was getting worse the minute it passed, if they didn’t act soon probably now Jonah would probably have to deal with a half-alive girl and a dead teenage boy, which would be even more catastrophic because Phia would lose it too if she saw her favorite singer ever pass to another realm right in front of her eyes.

“Maybe we should go and find the nurse... An adult always knows what are they doing or at least most of the time.”

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As Mickey struggled to piece together a sentence, Jonah felt ill-prepared—to say the least. He might’ve looked like a Fred, acted like a Fred, but Jonah wasn’t Fred Jones. He didn’t always have a plan or an answer—especially not for something like this: one of his good friends having a breakdown over what Jonah felt was, well, an overreaction.

He’d never been great at putting himself in other people’s shoes—he could barely understand his own feelings. Trying to understand someone else’s? That just felt… impossible. He could practically hear Patrick Montgomery correcting him even now.

“Impractical, Joey.”

His father had never really been the empathetic type, either.

Hell, he’d only signed off on therapy after Jonah had put his own future on the line. Jonah could still remember the threat hurled across the kitchen table—knuckles throbbing, still half-drunk.

“You lost it, Joey. Your mother says letting this woman poke around in your head is supposed to keep it from happening again. I expect you to breeze through this so we can get you back to what’s really important—practice.”

“Patrick, they’re talking about suspension—maybe even expulsion. I’m not sure the most important thing right now is—”

“The most important thing isn’t our son’s future?”

“That’s not what I—”

“If he can’t play, Polly, we’ll move.”

“Move!? We can’t just pick up and move, Pat. You can’t do that to Juniper.”

Jonah remembered his own voice cutting through the bickering. “What about Uncle Chris and Aunt Felicity? They usually make room for us during the holidays. I know this is different, but… maybe I could stay with them. Just for a little while.”

At the time, it had felt like a death sentence—being sent to live in that too-small town. But now? He was different. Changed by the little things—by his cousin, by his new friends. Friends like Mickey Watts. Like Sophia Price.

So no, maybe he didn’t understand why Mickey felt the way he did, but he did feel it. And right now, helping him through that—that mattered. And that wasn’t impractical.

Letting half-dead Phia take the lead, though? That was.

“What do we do now? I think he’s going to get even worse if we don’t do something.”

She was right. Jonah needed to step up. And suddenly, he felt it—a new sense of determination. He was going to help them. Both of them.

“You’re right. I’m heading to the medical tent. Gonna get the nurse. Hopefully she has a snack—something for you, and for Mickey well I'm sure she's got whatever he needs too—”

He turned toward his panicking friend.

“You hear that, Mickey? I’m going to get the nurse. Sit here with Phia and focus on breathing. Between the two of you, I’m almost sure you can manage to stay alive for just thirty more seconds without me.”

A grin flashed across his face, his weak attempt at lightening the mood.

“I’ll be right back.”

As he turned, his cardboard armor creaked against his sides. The costume had felt ridiculous earlier—just a silly little thing he'd done to make Lacey happy.

A joke.

But now?

Now he was dressed like a knight in shin
ing armor and he felt ready to be one.

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Mickey.

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Seriously freaking out

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werewolf hoodie + jeans

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halloween festival

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Jonah, Phia

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TW: description of a panic attack

All the usual options for halting his panic attack seemed to be out of the question, jumping in the shower fully clothed and putting it to cold, doing fifty jumping jacks, blasting music from Hairspray. None of them were particularly viable options for the moment. There wasn’t even an iced drink he could pour down his shirt. The only thing in arm’s length of him was a half-conscious girl, and a stranger at that. So, not exactly the prime option for when you’re having a bit of a mental health crisis.

He wanted to turn to her, to say “Sorry, you know I’m not usually so… unhinged.” But the idea of opening his mouth to speak felt about as easy as bench pressing a car right now. In fact, his frantic breathing, or lack thereof, nearly set him off to dry-heaving. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip, forcing himself to merely hiccup instead.

There was still the matter of the nagging tag at his neck, feeling all that much sharper in his heightened state of awareness over every inch of his skin. Mickey had planned on getting back to his dorm to remove it, but with the way things were spiraling as they were. Maybe now was better.

He fidgeted with the low quality zipper, thanks Amazon, before eventually getting it to slide down and open. A frantic hand pawed at the fabric randomly as he managed to usher his limbs out of the sleeves. The wolf-themed hoodie landed in a heap somewhere nearby, he didn’t pay too much attention.

The late October air hit his skin with a slight bite, but not a terribly unpleasant one. For a second it reminded him he had a physical body too, instead of just a swimming mind and racing heart. His numb legs still managed to hold him up, but Mickey didn’t trust them to continue that too much longer. Before he could think about it too hard he used the nearby table to lean on as he lowered himself to the ground.

By then he could breathe again, but still wasn’t exactly himself yet. Honestly, he was just tired. His back met the ground not long after and he found himself staring up at the sky while he waited for the feeling to trickle back into his body.

His eyes drifted over towards the girl, he still hadn’t really said a word to her yet. More so just about her. Maybe now as his voice was just barely coming back he could manage something.

“Hi…”

He said quietly, voice cracking as the word forged its way out. Nice, very professional Michael. You really made an impression there.

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Lacey Marie Kavanagh

the chill girl

Ever since she was a little girl, Lacey knew she was never good enough, at least she never was in her mother’s eyes, after years and years of trying for someone to love her desperately it led her to believe that no matter what she did or how hard she tried, she would never be as good as the rest, she didn’t have a natural talent for sports like her father or Jonah. She didn’t have the confidence and wittiness like Ines or the smartness of Kat. She was just Lacey who thought that music was the thing that made her unique, but now she was starting to realize that maybe she didn’t have anything unique and that broke her heart.

Perhaps she wasn’t feeling like her life was ending, but it certainly felt like her dreams were shattered realizing that all she aspired to be were just silly dreams of a girl that most certainly were not meant for greatness and only to be ordinary. But as those thoughts were clouding her mind, Kat’s voice went through, ending that train of thoughts. Telling her how she didn’t ruin anything, how she could still sing her song, and how she could still achieve her dreams.

But could she still do it, could she still get on that stage and have people still wanting to hear her? Just the thought sent a shiver down her spine; it was a terrible idea, as Lacey was sure that everything would just repeat herself. She was about to digress, that she couldn’t just when Kat spoke again, offering to go up with her, followed by Ines’s agreement on her sister’s idea.

Lacey looked at the two sisters, not knowing what to do or what to say. That feeling of fear was still there crawling on her body just at the thought of going up at that stage, but could she let down her friends? She knew that if she said no, they would understand Kat and Ines always did, but could she give up on her dreams just like that, she knew her father did for her and he had a happy life, but deep down Lacey knew that if she gave up, she would only be miserable.

So with a racing heart, knowing perfectly that she was still petrified by fear at the idea of going up the stage, an inner force took over Lacey or probably it was just her need to be good enough at something that led her to her decision.

“I guess if you are there on the stage with me, I think I could do it. It would be like when we sing in the car, isn’t it?”

She said as she grabbed one of Kat’s hands with one of her hands and the one of Ines with her other one.

“Let’s do it together. I think with you two there, I could do it, or at least try it.”

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Sophia Price

the sad girl

It was pretty obvious that Phia and Jonah were just useless at this entire thing of helping someone, not because they were assholes but because it seemed none of them knew how to deal with feelings and stressful situations, so in terms of being stuck with two people while you were having a panic attack in the middle of a festival, Mickey hit the jackpot on having to go through that with the worst pair ever.

But perhaps not everything was ruined, as out of nowhere Jonah seemed to have gone through some kind of revelation that showed him what he had to do to help both of them, almost as if he was some kind of superhero in his mind or knight in shining armor based on his clothing, definitely the mind of a guy was something with to study, but at that moment Phia didn’t have the energy to call him out on his heroics, whatever that could help Mickey and probably her too due to the situations she was in, she would take it without saying anything.

So, with a determination she never saw in someone’s eyes, she saw the boy depart on his adventure to find the nurse. Phia was sure she had taken her eyes off the boy in a crisis for just a couple of seconds as she saw Jonah getting lost between the people at the festival when she turned to face Mickey once again, he was already taking out his hoodie as she was now in sight of a shirtless Mickey Watts right in front of her.

And Phia didn’t know what to do as that wasn’t something she could tell her brothers in case they asked how her festival went, between not telling them she almost passed the idea of them knowing a guy took off a shirt in front of her, probably would be enough of a reason for them to agree on something and beat a guy or probably Nix would try to talk to him and Dallas would do the punching. But she didn’t want Nix to give Mickey the birds and the bees talk because he had this idea that she had a crush on him and couldn’t understand the intricate relationship of having a favorite friend. And Dallas, well, he just would punch him for the sake of being protective and that wasn’t something Phia wanted to happen, because it would be devastating if Mickey Watts got hit on his face.

In the blink of an eye, he was already lying on the ground shirtless as he was trying to calm himself as Phia saw all of that. She thought she was doing an excellent job at keeping her cool despite that her biggest idol was just lying right there, but probably it was the lack of energy that was making her not react, not that she would have done if she was in her five senses because no one was supposed to know she was a fan of Mickey, not even Mickey himself.

But then he spoke to her, more like just an exhausted greeting, but it was enough to send Phia back to being passed out, she read about their first meeting in all those fanfics that Mickey had, which were not a lot but it was still something all of them had it in a completely different scenario, in a concert where he saw her in a crowd, in a fan sign when he would put his number on her album, or in an airplane as they were stuck for hours together when she didn’t know he was the biggest rockstar of their generation, none of them had them meet in a school festival after he had a panic attack and she felt dizzy after playing carnival games.

“Uhhh... Hi?”

she said, not knowing how you were supposed to act at that moment, as she wasn’t known to be the best at small talk.

“I like your shoes.”

She added, knowing perfectly that was the stupidest thing she could have said. He almost passed out from anxiety and the only thing she could think of was to compliment his footwear. She shifted awkwardly in her place with the remaining energy that she had.

“Jonah is going to come soon.”

She said awkwardly as she took a look around, noticing the knight costume coming towards them with the nurse right behind him.

“You are going to be okay.”

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Someone else might've noticed the very real tension between the three teens in the basement that afternoon- but not Harvey Milk.

To Harvey, Seb was just being well- Seb.

Sure, he was being a little waspish but that was nothing out of the ordinary, Sebastian Quinto just had an edge to him. After all it was Seb who'd told Harvey about Jacinta’s feelings for him. In fact Seb had been an integral part of pushing Harvey to take the leap. Seth too.

Damien’s reaction was just about the only thing holding him back at this point. His best, best friend. Also his moodiest one- at least he had been lately. But that was a later problem right now Harvey had to make a very important decision: what eyeliner look to spend his Halloween in.

He looked over Jace’s pin-spiration with a giddy smile.

“Let's do that! Graveyard with bats and ghosts I mean- that's pretty much all the cool Halloween stuff in one look...”

The over-excited boy trailed off second guessing himself. Maybe he should've been like Seb, offering up a blank Canvas.

“If that's not too much to ask. I mean I want you to do whatever you want to do too. As long as we're matching.”

Harvey emphasized again. Being a couple meant matching right?

 

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at held her breath as she waited for Lacey to respond. Ines had chimed in, reassuring her that it was a good idea—but Kat couldn’t take her eyes off Lacey. She watched the grief slowly fade from her friend’s face, replaced by something smaller, softer.

Hope.

There was a spark there now, flickering as her gaze bounced between the two sisters. She still looked scared—Kat could see it in her eyes, wide and unsure—but then she suddenly stepped forward and grabbed one of each of their hands.

“I guess if you’re both on stage with me… I think I could do it,” Lacey said. “It’d be like when we sing in the car, right?”

Kat broke into a grin, her held breath escaping in a surprised little laugh. She pictured the three of them crammed into her sensible little car, belting Fleetwood Mac and Taylor Swift as they cruised through town. These were some of her most treasured memories between the three. A burst of affection filled up her chest with warmth as images of those times filled her head.

“Yes! Exactly like car karaoke,” she agreed, nodding eagerly before turning to Ines, eyes bright. “Right, Ines?”

Lacey looked at them both, and something in her seemed to settle. Like maybe—for the first time in a while—she could see herself doing this.

“Let’s do it together. With you two there… I think I could, or at least try.”

Kat turned toward her sister, her heart thudding. “Yes! Come on, Ines—we’re in, right?” She glanced at the stage. “Let’s go before one of us chickens out.”

She giggled nervously, squeezing Lacey’s hand as they stepped toward the stage together.

God.

Was she really doing this?

Did Lacey really mean for her to sing with her? Like they did in the car?

She hadn’t sung properly in ages. Her voice was bound to sound rusty, thin, nothing like Lacey’s—so clear, so practiced. But this wasn’t about sounding perfect. It wasn’t even about her.

It was about being there.

About lending Lacey her bravery—and borrowing some in return.

"If it's for someone else, I can be fearless"

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s Jace’s raven eyes flicked between the two boys, she felt it—something a little off.

Her gaze landed on Seb as he spoke.
“Those all look pretty sick,” he said, but his voice didn’t quite match the words. Flat. Distant. And then: “Which one are you gonna do, Harv?” The question came low, like it hurt to say. And he didn’t even look at him—not once.

Jace’s brows pulled together.
What is going on here?

Sebastian met her eyes again, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. She hadn’t meant to look for long—but something about the moment held her. He looked different without the eyeliner. Boyish. Still sharp around the edges, but softer somehow. The flutter in her chest startled her.

She blinked once. Sharply turned her head. Like she’d been caught stealing.

Harvey, oblivious, answered cheerfully.
“Let’s do that! Graveyard with bats and ghosts—I mean, that’s pretty much all the cool Halloween stuff in one look…”

He trailed off, voice hitching with uncertainty.
“If that’s not too much to ask. I mean—I want you to do whatever you want too. As long as we’re matching.”

Jace’s heart did its usual stupid little backflip.
He said we.

Not the three of us. Just we.

Her throat tightened as the dots began to connect. Seb’s subtle sourness. Harvey’s recent nervousness. His insistence on matching.
Was it possible…?

Hope sparked-wild, fleeting. Then dread.
She realized how long she’d gone without saying anything.
Feeling a rush of embarrassment she rushed her words out quickly.

“Yeah I like the idea of all three looks in one too, Harv” She said with a warm smile “And yeah, sure, of course…” Her voice sounded weird and there was a little lump in her throat “We can match- like you said.” The words felt fragile in her throat, casual on the surface, but her heart was hammering.

Looking at Seb she said “Ok let me warm up with you Seb. Did you want something with all three as well or?” She asked him.


“Surprise me,” He shrugged glancing at the phone and then back at her “I give you free reign to go fuckin’ nuts.” Jace laughed

“Hope you don’t regret that,” she said, sheepish. “I’ll try not to make us look too stupid.” She suddenly felt the pressure as those words left her mouth. “Ok Sebby” She said gesturing to the chair nearby them “Sit down and stay still ok?”

Once he settled, Jace got to work. She leaned in close, carefully tracing black liner along his lid the way he usually wore it. Then she started sketching out gravestones along the curve. Her face shifted into a mask of focus. This had to be good. It had to be right. She hated feeling like she was letting people down, especially when it was some of her best friends.

Everything else—Damien, her mother, the static hum of chatter in her busy brain—faded away.

She left the ghosts off Seb’s look. Just gravestones and bats. The ghosts felt more her and Harvey. A little cuter. A little softer. But Seb’s version? It was moody and sharp.

And kind of sick, honestly.

“Hmm…” she muttered, pulling back. “Harv—can you pass me a Q-Tip? Or just a tissue?”

Once he handed one over, she smudged the base of the eyeliner just enough to give it a foggy finish. It softened everything. Gave it a dreamy, haunted look that felt very Seb. Just with a little extra flare.

She felt her chest swell with pride. Just a little.

“Okay, have a look, Sebby!” she said, grinning. “You’re up, Harv. I’m gonna add the ghosts to ours, okay? But I’ll keep the base similar.”

Her pride twisted back into nerves as Harvey sat down in front of her.

“Okay, Harvey,” she said, scratching the back of her neck. “Think I got the hang of it now, you trust me right?” She giggled awkwardly. “Here goes nothing.”

She slipped back into focus, this time taking a little more care. A little more detail. She painted bats with wings mid-flap. Tiny gravestones. A few little ghosts drifting behind them. She even took the design up to his brow bone, giving it a layered, moving effect.

It took longer than she meant. But she wanted it to be perfect.

When she finally finished, she pulled back, heart thudding.

“I think you look sick, Harv,” she said softly. Her smile was small. Honest.

“Okay… now I just have to see if I can do it again.”

She grabbed her phone. “Let me take a picture so I can copy it.” She snapped a quick shot of Harvey, then turned to the mirror to start on herself.

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Parker fake-scoffed at Baz, telling her she hadn't done good enough. It only fueled her competitive nature, and Baz knew this. That's what he did: push her buttons. That was a lot of the reason she liked him so much: because he challenged her. No one else in her life was capable of that, even her parents. Which was why Baz meant so much to her.

She grinned as he clearly lost his edge when she had touched him. She knew she was playing a little dirty, but he had warranted it after telling her she hadn't done good enough after all.

She watched as he missed and she snorted, too pleased with herself. She knew Baz was a good shot so she was sort of expecting to lose but she would never admit that.

She smiled when he said he'd shoot for real now and then burst out laughing when they got a tie.

"Wow after all your hard work, only a tie? And I wasn't even trying."

She was completely teasing.

She then fake frowned at him picking the teddy bear that he had claimed as his,

"And here I was thinking you were gonna win him for me."

She gasped a little and put her hand over her heart, she made sure to grin right after,

"Nah, I'll just get that cute puppy."

She said, pointing. When the attendant handed her it, she grinned,

"Mine is definitely cuter than yours."

She ribbed and elbowed him as they walked away,

"Haunted house time?"

She asked with a hopeful glint in her eyes.

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Jules noticed almost right away that Damien was drawn to one of the festival games. His words had tapered off, and he looked at it almost longingly. It was sort of cute.

She smiled at him, something she felt like she hadn't done in a while and nodded,

"Yeah, let's do it."

They wandered over and Jules grinned at him,

"I'm gonna smoke your ass, D."

She was lying. She was a shit shot but it wouldn't be Jules if she didn't give him shit. Her spirits had noticeably lifted as she challenged him, her worries drifting away ever so slightly.

"Loser buys drinks at the gas station?"

She suggested, she knew she would most likely be the loser but that didn't bother her. Her parents were so happy she was doing 'normal kid things' that they had given her an allowance for the festival.

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H

e smiled, the satisfaction of her telling him it was so much nicer to hear it coming from him. That was all he wanted— to feel better than Vinny. It was funny how after all this time they were still all over each other, every single time they snuck away or met somewhere they were like two magnets and he knew exactly why when she pressed her lips against his.

The taste of alcohol and some sort of sweet lipbalm mixed into it before she pulled away and just looked at him with those big puppy eyes.

'I like this much better,' Bentley mumbled as he felt his liquid courage go in for a second kiss. He liked it being a big secret but somewhere deep down, he wouldn't mind showing her off. The thought of being able to get any girl was exciting to him— like a videogame and he was the protagonist.
A shadow appeared in front of them, cutting through the moment like a slap to the face. Bentley froze, his stomach dropping as if it already knew what was coming.

It wasn’t the first time Bentley had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. You’d think he’d be used to it by now.

Vinny’s voice cracked when he spoke—typical. He always got like that when he was nervous. But when their eyes met, something changed. It wasn’t nerves anymore. Bentley saw it happen, right in real time.

He felt Quinn shift beside him, the space between them growing even though she hadn’t moved. She always slipped away when shit hit the fan.

Bentley stood up, slowly. He didn’t even bother brushing off the dirt on his designer pants—it didn’t really matter. Nothing really mattered in that second except the weight of Vinny’s stare.

Vinny didn’t yell. He didn’t scream or lose it like Byron had. And somehow, that made it worse.

Bentley felt it—the guilt crawling in slowly, taking its time, digging itself somewhere deep. Vinny looked at him with those sad eyes, like a kicked dog, and Bentley could barely hold the eye contact.

He didn’t even know what his face looked like—maybe pity. Maybe guilt. Or maybe that awful mix of both.
Because truth was, part of him felt amazing. Quinn chose him. Over and over again.
And the other part? That part felt like a complete piece of shit.

Vinny’s voice finally broke the silence. ‘What is this?’

Bentley looked at Quinn, like maybe she could fix it, explain it, do something—anything.
But before he could say a single word, Vinny’s fist landed—hard and fast.
Right in his eye, smashing through into his nose.
Bentley stumbled back, pain shooting through his face as the blood hit his hands before he even realized what happened. He was shocked, like there was no way Vinny actually hit him.
But he had.

Bentley blinked, trying to focus. His vision was blurry and the sting in his nose was sharp, making his eyes water whether he wanted them to or not. It was embarassing—he was bleeding, his head tilted back like some kid trying not to cry, and worst of all, he knew he wasn’t a fighter.

‘Fucking hell, what’s wrong with you?’ he blurted, voice sharp and shaky all at once. He tried to get a good look at Vinny, but the distance between them felt so much bigger now. It had been for a few months and Bentley had felt untouchable, like his thing with Quinn was never going to end.
‘Got it out of your system now?’ he mumbled, his tone flat, like he was secretly hoping that was it.
‘She just wasn’t interested.’

He wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand, but it didn’t really help.
His gaze drifted past Vinny and landed on the reason this whole thing happened. Quinn. Her brown eyes weren’t giving him much, or maybe his vision was too blurred to tell.

‘Tell him, Quinn,’ Bentley said, his voice quieter now. Not cocky—just tired.
He needed her to say it. That it was real. That she chose him. That it wasn’t just some game.

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az gave her the most unimpressed look he could muster, spinning the won teddy lazily by one arm like he hadn’t just spent five minutes absolutely locked in trying to beat her at a rigged carnival game. "Oh yeah, laugh it up, Parks. I was locked in ’til you pulled that stunt whispering in my ear. Psychological warfare, that is." He held the unimpressed look for less than a second before his face cracked into a grin again. "Anyways, you can’t lie to me, Bon. You were trying." He smirked at her. "You always try around me."

Parker picked her prize and the two of them set off back into the festival.

"Mine’s definitely cuter than yours," Parker ribbed, elbowing him. Baz gave her a mock-offended look to rival her own, then covered his teddy’s ears. "Oi, don’t listen to her, Ted. Fido over there ain’t shit compared to you."

They settled into a rhythm again, the noise of the festival swelling around them like a warm tide. She looked up at him then, and his steps slowed just slightly when he caught the glint in her eye—that look she got when she was excited about something.

"Haunted house time?"

Even if he’d been dead against the idea, he was pretty sure that was never going to be a face he could say no to. Not when she looked so damn excited. He averted his eyes slightly, feeling a warmth creep up the back of his neck. Glancing back at her, he chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, Parks. Let's do it."

They approached the haunted house—or well, the repurposed storage shed that looked like it was built by a well-meaning bunch of nerds and a dozen Bunnings trips. Still, someone had made an effort to conceal the extension cords, and the smoke billowing out of the darkened entrance was doing a solid job of being atmospheric.

"Alright, Parks, don’t be scared, yeah?" he said with a grin. He hoisted Ted under one arm and offered her his right hand.

"Me and Teddy are gonna be a force to be reckoned with. Ain’t no axe-murderer high-schooler gonna get ya."

"Two tickets, mate," he added to the bored-looking teen at the entrance, slapping down some cash. "Cheers for that."

Then, with way too much confidence, he swept her into the dark. The blackness swallowed them whole.

The second they stepped inside, his confidence dropped by about thirty percent.

The walls were narrow, the ceiling low, and the black paint on the plywood had that weird sticky look—like someone tried too hard with a roller. A strobe light flickered from somewhere deeper in the house, casting everything in jerky flashes. Fog hugged the floor in patches, and Baz was ninety percent sure he just walked through a spiderweb. He choked on what might’ve been a swear. Or a gasp. Definitely wasn’t fear.

"Alright. Stay close, I got ya." He shot a wink at her and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. A scream echoed from up ahead—sharp, high-pitched, and just fake enough to be unsettling. He tightened his grip on Parker’s hand slightly. "You scared yet, Bon?" he asked, trying for casual. "It’s alright if you are. Ted and I will protect you."

They turned a corner and a motion sensor kicked in, setting off a distorted clown laugh and a sudden gust of cold air from a badly hidden fan.

Baz flinched. Shoulders jerked. He recovered immediately.

"That was the fan. Obviously. Shit was cold, s’all."

They kept walking. Another hallway. Narrower this time, with black curtains lining either side. He squinted.

"Someone’s gonna jump outta there, watch. Left side."

Silence.

They passed it safely.

"Ha. Missed opportunity, I reckon. Nothing happened."

Then someone lunged from the right.

Baz swore loudly and nearly swung the teddy bear in self-defense.

"Jesus—" He caught himself, heartbeat spiking as the teenage zombie hissed and retreated. "—Christ on a cross." He glanced at Parker, dreading her response to that little overreaction.

The hell was his problem anyway?

He’d faced down wild dogs, driven through white-out storms, nearly rolled the ute dodging a kangaroo. But nooo, apparently what did him in was a middle schooler with ketchup on his chin.

"That was for dramatic effect," Baz muttered. "I’m sellin’ the experience. Throwin’ them a bone, ya know?" He gave a little shrug, like he wasn’t clutching Ted under one arm like a lifeline. "Poor blokes probably haven’t scared anyone all night. Consider it a community service."

They turned into a new room with a glowing green light, glass beakers on shelves, and a volunteer in a lab coat yelling something about 'EXPERIMENT TIME.'

Baz didn’t even flinch this time. He was too busy trying not to look like he’d just yelped a minute ago. He walked with what he hoped was a confident swagger. Something twitched near his foot and he almost booted it across the room. Instead, he stumbled sideways—then made a show of shielding Parker with his body, like that was his plan all along.

This wasn’t fear. It was... tactical alertness. Heightened awareness. Fight-or-flight training. That’s all. Yeah.

He cleared his throat.

"You alright back there, Bon? Just makin’ sure you’re not freakin’ out or anything."

"Hold my be... no, don't worry, I'll hold it."

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