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Nico Tiwari
Killing someone's vibe should be a fucking crime
The accusation he was trying to get her wasted was met with a somewhat sheepish laugh–he was fully busted, but Nico quickly shook his head and attempted to argue it anyway. “Nah, you need to relax, remember? Just doing my part.”

He smiled at her, not at all concerned with any sudden lulls in the conversation. His attention was on Kat, oblivious to the couple canoodling nearby, even as she looked away and let her gaze drift toward them.

You're not so bad yourself, he was surprised to hear Kat remark after a couple sips of tequila. His ears perked up at the comment; one that could be construed as Kat returning the flirtation, and perhaps a signal she was reciprocating his interest. And it was all he needed to hear. In Nico's mind, she'd just given him the green light to kick things up a notch. Or he was fairly certain, at least, it meant that she might not immediately get up and walk away if he were to try something a little bolder.

“Kinda chilly out here,” Nico feigned a little shiver for effect. It actually was a bit chilly, and he was only wearing a t-shirt, but those gulps of tequila he'd just swallowed were already warming him up nicely. “You cold?” His dark eyes fixed on her intently as he took another swig from the bottle, a little glimmer of hope in them that she'd agree wholeheartedly.

“Wanna sit over here?” He ventured to ask, flashing an impish smirk. Still sprawled out comfortably on the long chaise lounge, he shifted over to create a sliver of space just big enough for Kat's slim frame–if she snuggled right up against him.

“And this is purely for warmth, by the way. Nothing pervy,” Nico held his free palm up innocently, to show he had no tricks up his proverbial sleeve. “Just so we don't freeze to death out here,” He added that dumb bit of nonsense quite matter-of-factly, in an effort to assuage her hesitation before she could even express it.

“Oh, and the tequila lives over here now, just so ya know.” With a chuckle, he held it up teasingly, giving it a little shake just out of her reach. After taking one last sip, he relented though, stretching far enough toward Kat that she could easily snatch the bottle away without having to accept the offer to share his seat.
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The dismissive hand gesture and quite frankly- piss poor attitude might have elicited some sort of negative response from most teens his age but Dallas was an older brother. Of twin girls. He'd seen and heard much worse. And his older Brother Nix knew how to go for the emotional jugular. He'd save the majority of his overreactions for him. This kid with too many tattoos for his age simply couldn't phase him.

Besides, the edgy front did nothing to hide the deep pain sitting just behind the wasted strangers' green eyes. Dallas listened as the boy insisted he wasn't some ‘lost child’.

“Sure, sure.”
He'd mumbled in response, cigarette tucked between his teeth. This guy was a lost boy if he'd ever seen one. A dark brow raised as the younger stranger flicked away his own cigarette, though it was barely half smoked.

A waste.

The tatted kids next question however caught him off guard.

‘Ya got something harder than alcohol? Not looking for pharmaceuticals, though.’

Dallas let out a chuckle. A couple years ago the answer to his question would've been a big yes. His crew back in the day were probably responsible for more than half the drug use in Haven Falls. But Dallas was different now- or at least he was trying to be. And this kid didn't need any more shit in his system.
"I think drugs are the last thing you need right now pal. You could probably stand to cut back on that alcohol too. I think you're about two swigs away from being completely belligerent. Or you know worse- in a hospital.”
He wasn't one to mince words.

“So, you want me to grab you a water? Maybe try sobering up a little? Might help you feel better.”
Dallas was almost certain the boy would refuse but he had to try.
“I used to be like you, you know- like this. It just leads to trouble.”


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If there was one thing Kat was getting from Nico it was his undivided attention. Even when the conversation lulled or Kat’s own attention wondered, he was still laser focused on her. She had to admit, the feeling of being wanted felt good. So when he came out with his obvious line about the chill, she found herself warming to it. “Kinda chilly outside” He said with a grin “You cold?”. Her eyebrow had risen as her blue eyes flashed over his exposed arms and thin tee shirt. “Me? You’re the one in the Tee-shirt in winter” She countered giving his shoulder a small playful slap “Look at those goosebumps!”

But then, Nico shifted, his gaze suddenly more intense as he boldly patted the lounge beside him. “Wanna sit over here?” His voice was casual, but the question hit her unexpectedly. Kat froze for a second, her playful demeanor fading. Her cheeks flushed, and she wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Oh I…” she stumbled over what to say next so he continued. She felt her shoulders tighten, instinctively folding her arms, creating a small barrier- Her cheeks flushed beet red. He continued, justifying his offer, his free hand held up in a gesture of innocence.

Noticing her hesitation, Nico made it a little less intense, holding the bottle out of her reach with a grin like he was daring her. For a moment, it almost made her run, but then he relented, stretching back toward her to let her take it if she wanted.

Feeling a little more in control now, Kat swung her legs off the lounge and grabbed the bottle again, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest. Am I doing this? I wish I could ask Ines. She knows… more about this stuff.

Kat took another swig of the tequila, trying to push her nerves down. When she turned back to Nico, his unwavering focus on her made her feel suddenly vulnerable. She cleared her throat, avoiding his gaze as she mumbled, “Well, since you look really cold yourself…”

Did I really just say that?

Her nerves were going into overdrive but still she stood. Kat adjusted her crop top slightly, pulling it down a little, a nervous gesture. Her heart was beating like crazy, her stomach flipped, her head spun and her cheeks burned hot in the winter chill. She carefully sidled beside him on the lounge, her body brushing his. His warmth hit her immediately, a comforting contrast to the cold night air. She rested her head on his shoulder, her mind buzzing as the world spun around her. She felt dizzy from the tequila, but the comfortable heat from Nico kept her grounded.

What am I DOING. How far will this go?

But even as the thought crossed her mind, her nerves started to slow, overtaken by an unexpected sense of safety. She closed her tired eyes and let her head lull against his shoulder. “I do feel warmer,” she muttered softly, her voice quieter now as she settled further into the moment. But then he shifted slightly, and she reflexively looked up at him. Their faces were close now, and her pulse quickened again. She could feel her heart racing. Was he going to kiss her? Her mind was racing with doubts. What if she was a terrible kisser? What if he laughed at her? What if—

“Uh… sorry, Nico, would you mind giving me a sec?” The panic in her voice was barely contained as she quickly pulled away. “I just… I’m gonna be right back, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

She didn’t wait for his response, instead she hopped up, pressing the bottle back into his hands and rushed away, walking fast to avoid running.

The music of the party, the noise, all faded as her head throbbed. The dizzying sensation from the tequila was catching up with her, and she couldn’t get out of the crowd fast enough.

When she reached the bathroom, locking the door behind her, it felt like a moment of escape. She exhaled heavily, her panic starting to subside as she splashed cold water on her face. “Oh God… I’m such a loser,” she muttered under her breath, staring at her reflection, feeling the tension settle slightly.

She had mascara streaked all over her face now. Idiot. She dabbed at the smudged black makeup with tissues, then reached into her little shoulder bag and reapplied. The small routine helped calm her down, gave her something to focus on as the anxiety slowed.

She sighed, leaning heavily on the basin. “Ines…” She muttered, and she opened her phone. She didn’t know what she was looking for. Reassurance? Advice? the thought of going back to the party felt overwhelming, but her desire for a connection with Nico still lingered in her mind. Had she blown it completely?







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She'd successfully avoided Dallas so far. Actually, she wasn't even sure he was there. That was fine with Scarlett though, less for her to worry about. She'd grabbed a drink, and then another, and then another. Meaning? Between that and the weed she'd smoked earlier, she was completely intoxicated. Eh, whatever, that wasn't too out of the ordinary for Ari. After the... incident... she had resorted to certain substances, to distract her. Take her mind off of things when she wasn't focused on being a total bitch.

But the one person Ari hadn't seen yet, that she wanted to, was Byron. God, did she have the hots for him. It may have been the alcohol talking... but she just wanted to find him. And if he happened to be with Dahlia? God, there was no telling what stupid thing she'd do.

As she stumbled through Bentley's house, half looking for Byron, half going outside to meet Damien, Scar unintentionally ran into someone. Looking up to see who she'd run into, her lips fell into a smirk, seeing just the person she wanted to see. Byron Williams. It was a slightly chaotic greeting. Glasses shattering on the floor, they were both clearly not right in the head. But, this was the opportunity she'd been waiting for all night. Dahlia was nowhere in sight, and she had him all to herself.

He made sure he was okay, obviously that meant he was flirting with her, right? Duh, it did. Scarlett grabbed his arm as he mentioned walking away to go find Dahlia. "Oh c'mon, handsome, don't leave me. I might be cut or something. Maybe I need you to check me out," she slurred, winking at him. She knew Dahlia would kick her ass if she did anything with him. But did she care? Absolutely not. Ari gently rubbed his arm, that was how she'd entrapped him the first time. "Don't you want to stay with me? I'm more fun than she is," she rolled her eyes as she herself mentioned Dahlia. She looked up at Byron, putting on her most fake and sweet smile.
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Byron had been about to turn on his heels when he felt a hand on his arm.Scarlett slurred her words, nearly as drunk has he was from the sounds. This was how she got him last time—the gentle touch, the big brown eyes, the sweet words dripping with poison. But back then, Lia and he had only been talking. If Lia saw him like this now- his concentration wavered and His breath hitched as her hand glided over his arm.

I need to leave. Now.

The thought came sluggishly, as if spoken underwater. His cheeks burned as he tried to focus on making his words clear. “You don’t look hurt or anything… I really have to go.” But even as he moved he felt her on his arm like an anchor, pulling him back with gentle pressure.

Looking at her again she continued talking. He was a bit stunned by her beauty when she smiled. He couldn’t tell if it was genuine, or if it was put on, but it sure was breathtaking. Her words made him frown though as he processed them. “More fun? No. No,” he muttered, shaking his head. His feet refused to move. Why was she drunk and alone? Where was Dallas? What if something happened to her? He didn’t need that on his conscience—or Dallas breathing down his neck. Especially since they’d only just reconnected.

With a sigh, he took her hand, prying it gently off his arm. “Scar…” His voice was low, almost pleading. “You’re trying to get us both killed.”

She swayed, and he frowned, noticing for the first time how unsteady she was. The shattered glass on the floor glinted in the low light. Swearing under his breath, he tugged her hand carefully. “Come on, let’s get away from this mess before you hurt yourself.”

“How much did you drink?” he muttered, not expecting an answer as he led her toward a quieter corner of the room. His free hand found his bottle of rum, and he took another swig, the burn grounding him. His conscience was going to get him in big trouble tonight. “Is your brother here? Maybe you should go home.”







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It seemed the cowgirl was deceptively scented like weed as she confirmed that like many other kids in this party she did not have anything better than alcohol, and apparently cigarettes as she held out a carton. Hell, at this point he'd take what he can get.

“Alright, alright. I’ll play your game.”
He said, dropping his folded arms and instead extending a hand with his palm up. He was a burnout for sure, but he still wasn't raised in a barn. Just near one actually.

His lips parted just slightly to glimpse a sliver of his ever so slightly crooked teeth, a sight that he was painfully aware had a certain effect on others. Particularly the opposite sex, there was a reason why he always had the most hats waving up in the hair during his times in the rodeo ring.

“Name’s Wes, and for your information that's short for Weston, not Wesley. So, you best get it right.”
If he was the one wearing the hat and not her this is when he would've tipped it about now
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Addison had arrived a bit later than the party than she had planned. With trying to find ways to get out of her strict household without her family noticing, more specifically her father was a challenge but eventually she was able to sneak right out the front door when everyone had gone off to their rooms to sleep. She hadn't even had time to check her phone for her messages, all she knew was that Kat and Liana would be there and that was enough for her, she was going to experience highschool to the fullest one way or another.

Arriving at Byron's house her eyes went wide seeing the state, she'd never been to a party, nor homecoming nor anything of the sort. This was Addison's first exposure to a highschool party, she was nervous of course but she was getting good at hiding the anxiety, plus she can't spend her whole time here worrying when she should be finding ways to escape her problems.

She walked into the crowded house bumping into multiple people on the way in many who gave her side glares and in turn she shrugged giving them a big smile before apologizing. She'd been looking around at first, hundreds of people with plastic red cups in their hands, others with bottles, couples making out on the side, music bursting through her ear drums. This was exactly what she expected but expecting something and experiencing it were two completely different things.

“Woah” She said, rotating around like a child before it clicked back to her why she was here. Right Liana….Liana, Kat…hmmm they should be around here somewhere - ow. Just then shed bumped right into Nico turning around she smiled, “hey there” they were supposed to meet up earlier..much much earlier, and he was supposed to pick her up, but with her delay and what she assumed where messages she hasn't responded to things didn't go as planned…yet here they were together.

“I'm a little late huh? I was planning on coming earlier but so many things ran into each other and I had to wait for my parents and-” she looked at him realizing she was going off on a tangent as she rubbed the back of her head embarrassed her cheeks slightly turning a pink color. “Sorry…you probably don't care about that, but it doesn't matter now the universe's fate , whatever you wanna call it, has brought us right here where we…kinda planned to meet up” she grinned from ear to ear, already forgetting about searching for her friends. That was the thing with Addison she gets distracted so quickly. She stood in front of Nico, much shorter, wearing a rather simple outfit: a pair of black jeans followed with a crop top.












































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Quinn didn't appear to be in any big hurry to wander off once she'd gotten her hands on some booze. In fact, when she plucked a bottle of peach liquor from the counter, she announced she was claiming it for both of them. Vin was thrilled to hear it, of course; he could take or leave the alcohol, he was just happy to be included in Quinn’s immediate plans.

“Oh yeah, I–uh..totally,” The boy stammered awkwardly when she turned his question back on him. In truth, he could rarely force himself to drink because it all tasted so terrible, but the dumb little nerd was just socially aware enough to fake it for this girl. After all, she seemed to like it, and he didn't want to seem like some boring Haven Falls loser in her eyes.

“Really?? Wow, that'd be awesome!” He perked back up at the offer to be her guest at a party sometime. That was quite the exciting prospect, at least for him. Not only was his new friend suggesting an actual hangout at a later date, but a Silver Lake party?? Vin would be lying if he said he never wondered how the other half lived, what kind of cool stuff the rich kids got up to. He decided their parties must be epic, thrown in beautiful, sprawling mansions with a hot tub in every room.

Vinny watched Quinn easily down a sip of vodka and opine on the taste, how it resembled a peach ring. He smiled back at her as she handed the bottle over, excited to give it a try. All the alcohol he’d previously tried had tasted more like straight poison than candy, so this would be a real treat.

Tipping his head back, he happily took a massive chug from the bottle, and instantly regretted it. That huge sip burned viciously all the way down, making his eyes water, and the taste was nothing short of peach-flavored death.

“That doesn't taste like a peach ring,” He managed to sputter out hoarsely, free hand rubbing at his throat as if he’d just swallowed actual poison.
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“Hey, you're the one who wanted to hang around outside,” Nico teased, laughing as he took a peek at his bare arm. It was indeed covered in goosebumps. The alcohol was doing its job, making him completely numb to the cold.

He was still holding the bottle out to her, awaiting Kat's next move. Nevermind coming to join him in the lounge chair, she seemed to be hesitating before she would even snatch the tequila back, which seemed like a very bad sign.

FUCK, I really ballsed this up, he thought.

He'd been enjoying Kat's company so much, getting to know her better, that he didn't want their interaction to end so soon. But perhaps his actions were a little too forward for a nice girl like Kat? And now, he was worried she might end up fleeing his presence.

Nico was about to lower his arm in defeat when Kat finally gripped the bottle and gingerly took it from him. He was even more surprised to find her standing moments later. He grinned, scooting over a bit more so she could slip in beside him on the lounge chair.

“Damn, nevermind,” He chuckled, ready to eat his words after insisting she was the one who looked cold. “You're like a little space heater,” He teased, giving her a gentle squeeze after folding his arms around her.

“See? Teamwork makes the dream work, or some shit,” He replied when Kat admitted how much warmer she felt with her head cradled on his shoulder. As the two shared a quiet moment of stargazing, Nico let his fingers wander through her golden hair, absently toying with the soft strands while his mind went blissfully blank. Ordinarily, he'd already be calculating his next move, trying to maneuver the situation down the quickest road that would lead to making out. But he was too busy simply enjoying her warmth, the lovely fragrance of her hair, and how great she felt in his arms to think about much else.

Until Kat glanced up at him, and his heart instantly began to race. He rarely saw her outside the harsh fluorescent school lighting, but up close, with her pink lips and rosy cheeks from the chilly night breeze, she looked so beautiful. He wanted to tell her so, but the words stuck stubbornly in his throat. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to kiss her, but oddly, he was too nervous to even lean in–and this would have been the perfect moment.

And then suddenly, Kat was apologizing and trying to disentangle herself from his grasp. Wait, don't go, was all he could think, but she was already rushing away before he could get any words out. He watched her run back to the house, utterly confused and a wee bit devastated. Was something wrong? Did he do something wrong?

Nico stood up to follow, but it felt like his pleasant tequila buzz was suddenly flinging him violently into drunk as hell territory. He stumbled backward, taking a moment to secure his footing before attempting the trek across the yard.

Inside, there was no sign of Kat. By then, his fuzzy brain had even managed to convince him she might have left the party altogether just to get far away from him, and the thought stung worse than any rejection he’d ever felt in his seventeen years of life.

The party was still raging, and after many moments ticked by, Nico decided he needed to drink more, to forget the last hour even happened. Instead, he just wandered around aimlessly. Feeling strangely alone in such a huge crowd, he was hoping to find a friend, or at least a familiar face.

And luckily, he came across one when a tiny brunette backed into him. “Addi??” He asked incredulously as the girl whirled around to face him. He’d never been so happy to see someone.

“Yoooo!! Where you been??” Pulling Addison close, he engulfed her in a tight hug that lifted her off her feet before letting go. Addi launched into a long-winded explanation that Nico was too drunk to follow in the moment, but he did manage to catch the word fate.

“It's fate. Totally,” He grinned, nodding in agreement. As she stood smiling up at him in her casual black jeans, blushing adorably, she'd never looked more gorgeous. Without another thought, he slipped a hand against her cheek, gently guiding her face closer as he leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Sooo, you made it!” He spoke up after his lips parted from hers. “Yo, I got some…” Nico looked down at his empty hands as if he'd find the tequila bottle there, finally realizing he’d left it outside. “Ah, shit. I mean, did you want somethin’ to drink?” He asked her cheerfully, slurring his words a bit.
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“Who the fuck is hogging the bathroom!?”

Kat jolted, her heart leaping into her throat. How long had she been hiding in here? She’d completely lost track of time. In her panic, her phone slipped from her grasp and hit the tiled floor with a sickening thud.

“Shit,” she muttered, stooping to pick it up. The screen protector had cracked—of course—but the phone itself was fine, luckily.

The pounding on the door came again, sharper this time. Kat winced, shoving her phone into her pocket and yanking the door open. A boy, barely upright, staggered past her and immediately doubled over the toilet. The sound of retching filled the small space, and Kat gagged, stumbling out of the bathroom before her own stomach could turn.

Out in the hallway, she fumbled for her phone again, scanning her messages for reassurance. Ines’s text glowed on the screen: “If he wants to kiss you, he’s probably still out there.”

Maybe I haven’t screwed it all up.

The party was becoming blurred as she stumbled her way back through the throng. Her chest tightened with a surge of determination. She had to find Nico. He’d been so sweet earlier, sitting with her on the lounge chairs, making her laugh in a way that felt effortless. Her sister’s teasing question still echoed in her mind: “Do you want to kiss him?” She hadn’t been sure then, but now she was.

The pounding music hit her like a wave as she re-entered the chaos of the party. The floor vibrated beneath her feet and bodies swayed in time to the beat. When she finally reached the lounge chairs her heart sunk.

He wasn’t there.

The bottle of Tequila they’d been passing back and forth lay there abandoned. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands as if the answer to his whereabouts was written on the lable. Maybe he went in to look for me? Her heart fluttered with renewed hope.

Before she could second guess herself she rushed back towards the back door. Clutching the bottle, she wove back into the crowd, scanning every face. Her desperation grew with each passing second. She was about to give up when a familiar voice cut through the noise.

Addy?

Kat came to a stop. She turned toward the sound, her gaze locking onto a flash of light brown hair. Addison. And beside her—Kat’s stomach dropped—was Nico.

She began to call out to them but her words died in her throat as they embraced. She froze to the spot as she watched the familiar way he swept her off her feet, His goofy grin, the one that had made Kat’s heart flutter just moments ago, was now directed at someone else. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he kissed her.

The bottle nearly slipped from her hands as she was suddenly reminded of Nico asking after Addison at the start of their encounter.

Kat looked down at the liquor in her hands, feeling a surge of humiliation and anger rise up within her- so sharp it made her eyes sting.

Without hesitation Kat closed the distance between them. She shoved the bottle into his chest, the force of it making him stumble slightly. She didn’t say a word. What was there to say? She turned and walked away, her legs shaky but her pace steady.

The music faded as she stumbled down a random hallway, finding herself in a quiet side room. A study, by the looks of it—grand bookcases, a massive oak desk, and leather couches. Kat sank into one, her head in her hands. The word spun so violently when she closed her eyes it was like she was on a ship over stormy seas. She wondered dully if Addison had recognised that it was her from their brief encounter. She had no idea that Nico was the “on again, off again” boyfriend that Addison had mentioned in passing.

How could she have been so stupid? Of course, Nico had been looking for Addison. Of course, she’d been nothing more than second best- a placeholder.

Kat’s phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. She checked the time. Still an hour or more to go before she could leave without raising suspicion. She needed to find her sister—or someone, anyone—safe to be around until this nightmare of a party was over.

Dragging herself to her feet, Kat made her way back into the chaos. It took some time, but eventually, she spotted Ana in the kitchen. Relief flooded her so strongly that tears threatened to spill over.

“You made it!” Kat said, throwing her arms around her friend in a tight hug. She leaned heavily against her, almost stumbling as she pulled back. “I need water.” She slurred a little bit, her voice was slightly hoarse. Kat filled a glass and took a long, shaky sip, the cool water soothing her dry throat.

She wanted to tell Ana everything—about Nico, Addison, the humiliation—but the words felt too heavy. Instead, she said quietly, “I’m so glad you’re here.”







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When Wes offered his hand, Carmen took it. Shaking it for a little too long and with a bit too much gusto, as she was caught up in looking at his teeth (which like his curls, seemed to refuse the idea of uniformity). If she were to call this first impression by its name it'd be- Untamed.

The brunette had a million questions.

‘Name’s Wes, and for your information that's short for Weston, not Wesley.’

“Carmen.”


Okay a million and one. Why couldn't anyone just be named Ashley or Jacob anymore?

‘If you want to know any last or middle names you're gonna have to make with something a bit better than a cig.’

Something better than a cig? He really was looking for party favors. And by the sounds of it- something stronger than she was normally up to sourcing.

With Wes having paid his dues, Carmen started to give him his reward before pulling it away once again
“Wait uh- one second....”
she rummaged around in her pockets once again. Why did everything take so much longer when in front of a cute guy? Finally though she produced a pen (stolen from work of course, Pick a Flick proudly printed in comic sans on the side, yeah that's right. Comic. Sans.)

She took a moment to scribble down her number on the roof of the box, making sure it was legible, before finally relinquishing the paper carton to its new owner.
“Just keep the pack.”
she insisted.

Had Carmen been more adept at flirting she might've said something like: to remember me by. But she wasn't, so she didn't.

“You can text me and I'll get you Byron's number.”


Her next statement was a risk but she was feeling just confident enough to say it.
“Maybe, hang out sometime? I'll make sure I'm packing.”
Man maybe it was his twang drawing her in but she was really leaning into this whole cowgirl thing tonight.
“And by packing I mean I'll have weed- not a gun. That would be insane.”


Oh God Carmen, you were doing so good just SHUT UP.

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Scarlett smirked as Byron reacted to her touch, unable to move. Perfect. That's how she needed him to be. Distracted, trapped in her clutch. And he was falling right in. But, there was something there that wasn't the first time. What was it? Resist? No, he obviously wanted this, wanted her. Maybe... fear? Probably of Lia. She got that. Ari was also scared of Lia, the girl was crazy. Like actually crazy. WHATEVER. Scarlett was obviously better than Dahlia, in every circumstance. And, Byron obviously knew that.

He pulled her away from the glass, to a corner of the room. Perfect. Everything was going perfect. She was very intoxicated, and that was clear in the way she was carrying herself. She was slurringher words, and almost fell twice on the short walk from the drinks to this little corner they were in. He asked exactly how much she'd had to drink... a number she honestly didn't know. It hadn't been too many, but mixed with the high she was feeling from... earlier... it definitely seemed like a lot more. "I've had..." She paused for a second, counting on her fingers at first, but eventually just giving up. Scarlett shook her hands out, as if trying to get the numbers off her hands. "Well, honestly it doesn't really matter how much I had to drink."

Scarlett smiled again, this time a real one, proud of herself for... honestly nothing really, just existing. At the mention of her brother, the smile disappeared completely, leaving a frown in its place. "I really don't think Dallas has anything to do with this. I mean, he probably isn't here. And even if he is, we aren't finding him. And I'm not going home. It's too early for that." She spiraled, wanting nothing more than to get off the topic of Dallas. She knew that if he saw her now... saw how intoxicated she was... and knew her plans for the night? Things would be the opposite of perfect. So she shook her head again, moving the hand that wasn't holding his up to his shoulder.

Scar squeezed his shoulder gently, rubbing it with her thumb. She had to make her move now, before he thought about it. Before he decided to do something smart, to not stand her with her anymore. She scanned Byron's body before looking up to meet his eyes, giving him a look. A look that told him just how determined she was to be here, to be with him. And how desperate she was for him to just forget about Dahlia, forget about Dallas, and focus on her. Give her his attention. "Don't think about them... Just think about me, and how hot I am... And how much of a good kisser I am."

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She had so many emotions running through her, the excitement of finally getting to go out, the feeling of being around Nico and really thinking this time things would go by smoothly between them. At least that's what she thought when he placed his hand against her cheek, her head leaning into his hand before he gingerly kissed her. She felt her heart race, her face heat up, and her body overwhelmed with excitement. She tasted the lingering alcohol on his lips, but she brushed over it, thinking he only had a shot or two. This year was the start of so many firsts and it felt like things couldn't get any better.

Once she pulled away from their kiss, her eyes glanced into his hands before meeting his eyes again. A small giggle escaped her lips, “I hope you haven't drank too much, we're supposed to look at stars after this and you're supposed to take good care of me remember~” she said playfully bumping his shoulder. “Oh and don't worry about the drink, I don't like drinking-”

Soon enough though she was cut off, feeling a gust of wind followed by some rather anger filled steps. Her eyes wandered as the girl pressed a bottle of some kind of drink into his chest, her eyes almost immediately knew who it was. Sure Addison got distracted easily, was oblivious to most people around her, and wandered around cluelessly like a kid in a candy store, but she could easily tell who her friends and people she cared about were, with just a glance at them.

But before she could say a thing Kat was already disappearing, “Wait Kat-” Addison called after her but the music was too loud her voice drowned out. What on earth could have happened? Why was Kat so upset? Why did she hand Nico a bottle of what she could only assume was some kind of alcohol?....the same one that she may have tasted on his lips.

Addison almost immediately whipped around to face Nico, she needed answers and now. Her sweet friendly smile had faded, now a look of confusion on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. “What the heck was that about? Is Kat okay? Did you do something?” She scanned his face looking for something to tell her that her thoughts were just silly that she was just overthinking the whole situation…she would never hurt her friends, it would hurt her to know or hear such a thing, if Nico had screwed up with Kat she would run right after Kat. Nico of course was important to her, but Kat and Liana would always be her number one.

“You better pick your words carefully because if you hurt Kat I swear things won't be pretty Nico.” She glared at him. So much for a perfect year.












































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Suddenly the same hands that had picked her up moments ago that had felt safe and comforting, now felt cold and unbearable. She wanted to rip herself away from him, she could tell just from his eyes he wasn't telling the whole truth, there was so much more he was hiding, something she knew she wouldn't be able to pull out of him with ease. Something she knew had hurt her best friend. That was the last thing she ever wanted to do. She came here, made Kat and Liana come for the sake of it being her first time and she wanted to be with her friends, but now she wished she never came…never dragged them here.

“Don't touch me” she blew off his hand stepping away from him and shaking her head, “I get it Nico I was late, I get it I didn't send you a message about where I was, if I was coming or not…but you didn't send me a message either…” she said, holding out her phone as if to emphasize the mistake had also made.

“You just could have asked…and” she looked at the bottle in his hands then his eyes, “and you conveniently went with my best friend to just have a drink” she walked up to him pointing an angered finger at his chest, “do you think im stupid!?! I wasn't born yesterday Nico! I get it this” she moved her fingers between them “this is new to me and I don't know the first thing about what it means to fall in love and to trust someone…but I know when my best friend shoves a bottle in your chest like that. It's not over just some silly problem like forgetting to wait around” She wondered if the same sweet lines hed used on her, hed used on Kat, she wondered if she wasn't the only one…she wondered if she was just another one of the many girls he was around…she wondered if she was ever special to him…but Addison knew, shed never be special to anyone. She was a fool to believe otherwise.

Her green eyes looked into his, the ones that were always so kind and joyful looked to be filled with anger, and an undertone of…hurt. “I don't know what you said or did to Kat but you screwed her over and me over…and you're a damn fool and jerk for that. I may not be worth much, I may not look as pretty as perfect as all the other girls, I may not smile bright enough, I may not say enough, I may not act perfect enough and that's okay…but Kat” She shook her head, “she's someone you never want to lose, she's the person that's always there, a shoulder to lean on, she barries herself in school work to prove to the world she's something when in reality she never needs to prove anything. Because just her being in this world is something every damn person should be grateful about. Because no one in this world will ever be half the person she is…and you hurt her.”

“You hurt me…” Addison mumbled her eyes seemed glossy on the edge of turning to tears, “im stupid for trusting you…for talking to you…you're just some drunk heartless fool…and I fell for it…guess that says a lot about me huh?” she didn't give him a chance to talk, not wanting his words to get to her, instead she turned around and tried to find Kat.

Through the crowd running into people and bumping into them, she suddenly wished for them all to disappear, she wished the day would have been different. A part of her wished she never came, and never told the others to come either…but the biggest part of her hoped she wouldn't lose Kat.

Kat.

Her eyes had found Liana and Kat, and the eyes that had filled with tears had vanished, shed pushed a big bright smile on her lips. The one she always had that seemed to fill the room with sunlight, that was her job to be positive in a world so dark and lonely. She made her way over with a slight skip in her step as if nothing had happened. She was good at that. Pretending the world was okay, it was her specialty.

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Ana leaned against the counter, arms crossed tightly as the muffled bass of the music throbbed through the walls. Her phone sat on the counter beside her, but she barely glanced at it. Her eyes drifted toward the half-empty drinks scattered across the island, and she exhaled sharply. She hated these parties, the noise, the chaos, the suffocating heat of bodies pressed together. She wasn’t even supposed to be here. If it weren’t for her friends, she’d be home in her pajamas, watching reruns of old shows.
She muttered under her breath, her words drowned out by the pulsing music. "I can’t believe I let them talk me into this. What am I even doing here? Everyone’s drunk, or close to it and I’m just standing here like some babysitter. God, this is ridiculous." Her fingers drummed against the counter in irritation, her foot tapping to match the restless beat. She was pretty sure she saw her brother stumbling around somewhere.
A sudden movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned and saw Kat stumbling into the kitchen. Her shoulders slumped, her eyes red-rimmed and glossy. Ana’s annoyance faltered, quickly replaced by concern for her friend.
"Kat?" Ana straightened up, stepping closer. Kat leaned heavily against her, her words slurred as she muttered about needing water. At first, Ana braced herself for some drunken confession or rambling nonsense, but something about the way Kat’s voice trembled made her pause.
Ana pressed a glass of water into Kat’s hands, her irritation evaporating. "Are you drunk?" The question was automatic, but before Kat could respond, Ana took a better look at her friend’s face. It was too pale, her expression crumpling like she was seconds away from falling apart.
Ana’s stomach tightened. "Hey, hey. What happened?" Her voice softened, the sharpness replaced with genuine worry. "Talk to me, Kat. What’s wrong?" She reached out, steadying Kat by the shoulders. Kat took a shaky sip of water, but her eyes wouldn’t quite meet Ana’s.
Before Liana could press further, a distant shout rang out. Addy’s voice, loud and sharp even through the noise of the party. Ana instinctively glanced toward the hall in search for her friend. Once her eyes set on Addy she waved her over, but Kat pulled her focus back. She was the main priority right now. She was upset and Addy could wait. Right now, Kat needed her.
Liana gently guided Kat to sit down at the counter stool, crouching beside her. "It’s okay. You’re okay. Everything will be okay," she said softly, even though Kat looked anything but okay. Ana didn’t know what had happened yet, but one thing was clear, Kat wasn’t just tipsy, she was upset and Ana was going to figure out why. The noise from the other room became distant as Ana stayed by Kat’s side, her frustration with the party fading into the background. Ana wasn’t leaving until she made sure her friend was safe. She looked up and over to Addy and shrugged her shoulders as if a sign to say she didn’t know what was going on.


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Ana’s concern was etched across her face as she handed Kat more water and attempted to ascertain what was wrong. “Kat? Are you drunk?” The question was not accusatory, but Kat’s shame tightened on her like a vice. All she could manage in response was a shrug. Meeting Ana’s gaze for just a moment, Kat quickly looked away. Her friend’s concern felt like too much—too kind, too unearned. She felt exposed, her trembling hands and red-rimmed eyes betraying her attempts to hold herself together. Seeing her obvious distress, Ana’s voice softened even further as she questioned Kat on what had happened. Kat swallowed hard, her throat tight. The words hovered just out of reach, tangled in the weight of her humiliation. She managed to pull in a shaky breath, but when she spoke, her voice wavered. “I… There was… you know, my classmate Nico…” The words stumbled out, fragmented, and she cursed herself for how small and foolish she must sound.

Before she could gather her thoughts, a familiar voice sounded cheerfully, cutting through the tension with an upbeat joy that didn’t seem to fit the vibe of the room. Kat looked at her wide eyed, genuinely surprised to see her there. Shouldn’t she be with Nico? Had he told her what had happened? Had she come to check on her? Kat felt a rush of affection for her. Kat had been practically about to kiss someone that- it seemed- she might have been seeing and yet here she was out of the woodwork. Kat had been about to take an unsteady step toward her when the floor seemed to tilt beneath her feet. Thankfully, Ana caught her, guiding her to sit on a nearby barstool. Gently Ana offered reassurance while she crouched beside her. She noticed the pair of them exchange a concerned look and she felt pressured to find her tongue again.

“Addy, I…” Kat’s voice broke. She clutched the edge of the counter, forcing herself to continue. “I had no idea. I never would have—if I’d known.” Her words tumbled out desperately. “Nico was… Amy told me he liked me, and so I started chatting with him. And then he brought alcohol, and we were drinking. We ended up… cuddling outside. God, he was so sweet and funny, and I thought we had a moment, but…” She shook her head, her face crumpling. “I—I got the impression he was going to kiss me, and then I ran away. Typical me right?”

Her hands raked through her hair, tugging at the roots as she leaned heavily on the counter. The nausea churned in her stomach, relentless. She still couldn’t close her eyes without feeling like she was strapped into some out-of-control rollercoaster.

Why had she drunk so much? Had she been trying to prove something to Nico? That she could be fun? free-spirited? Instead of the drag she normally felt like. “Anyways,” she continued hastily, “I asked him to wait for me, but when I got back, he was gone. And then I found him with you.” Her voice cracked as she turned to Addison. “Are you two… together? Oh god, Addy, I’m so sorry.” Tears spilled over her cheeks, and this time, she couldn’t choke them back. “I’m so embarrassed.”

Her sobs filled the silence, and Kat swiped at her eyes, trying to pull herself together. She glanced at Ana, whose face was a mask of concern as she likely tried to piece everything together.

“Ana, I’m sorry,” Kat croaked. “This must be a lot.” She let out a hollow, bitter laugh through her tears. “I guess this is what I get for trying to be someone I’m not."







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When she spotted her friends, she glanced over at Liana who was practically in the dark about everything that had gone down. She knew there would be a lot of explaining needed in order to fill her in on the mess of what had happened. For a second her mind wondered how long she'd been here, she didn't exactly look ecstatic to be at the party-then again without Addisons constant nagging and bickering they probably would have never come.

Her eyes then drifted to Kat, seeing one of her best friends completely in distress and drunk killed her inside. She shouldn't have ever let it get to this point. She should have been there earlier, should have met up with her friends earlier, she should have done so much more that she just didn't do. It made her feel useless in a way, and now here she was trying to find the best words to clean this situation up and brighten her friend's day.

Hearing Nico and the accusation of him liking her best friend cracked a bit of her heart to the floor.

Hearing them drinking together and cuddling outside cracked another part to the floor.

Hearing how sweet and funny he was she knew the same lines, the same smooth talk he'd used on Addison, he'd used on Kat. That cracked another piece of her.

Hearing how close they were about to kiss..the same lips that had pressed against hers, the same arms that had been wrapped around hers…. Another piece cracked and fell.

But all of those pieces would be swept under the rug, a dusty rug located in the back of her mind, one that if you'd passed by it would be obvious there was a whole lot hiding under there that needed to be answered. But the dust showed it was never dealt with, never touched, never cleaned. She'd deal with them in time ... .at least that's what she kept telling herself.

Her face on the other hand didn't falter, didnt say a thing about the emotional turmoil that she was completely drowning in. That was something she'd handle later…with the rest of whatever was under that rug.

Addison walked over to her and shook her head, “stop apologizing silly, what happened, happened it wasn't that big of a deal” She wrapped her arms around Kat giving her a comforting hug as she glanced over at the two of them. “Besides you have no reason to apologize you didn't have a clue about what was happening between me and Nico, and if anything maybe it's a good thing it happened now we both know what kinda person he is, besides there's so many other people in this world.”

No one would be as funny as him.

No one would be as sweet as him.

No one would be as caring as him.

“Guys who can be so much better than the heartless fool we dealt with, so many other fish in the sea that would love and care for you the way they should. Besides you deserve so much better, you deserve someone you can be yourself around, someone to lean on, someone to listen to you, someone to make you laugh and smile on the days where everything feels like it's falling apart…and guess what…I know there's someone out there that fits every part of what I said and fits you perfectly…the only thing you have to do is wait…theyll come along and sweep you off your feet” she said with a kind smile as she looked over at Liana, “come on, let's get out of here and find something fun to cheer this little furball up” she giggled














































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Byron was half propping Scarlett up as they walked- twice he felt her weight shift as she nearly fell causing Byron to hold onto her shoulders to keep her from faceplanting. This was laughable at this point. Byron felt her hold on him start to dissipate as she slurred her way through sentences, counting off the drinks she'd had on her hand. She smirked at him, so utterly pleased with herself. Byron began to feel as though he were babysitting a drunk stranger rather than talking to someone he was attracted to. If his growing disinterest showed on his face, she didn't give him any indicators that she noticed- or cared. When he mentioned Dallas, however, her face fell instantly into a frown. Obstinately Scarlett began refusing his advice. Byron sighed. He would have to just call him. This was too much.

Just as he was about to pull away from her and open up his phone to do just that, she drew closer to him. Byron felt gentle pressure on his shoulder and suddenly she was in his personal space, softly rubbing his skin and looking him dead in the eyes. Byron stood motionless, unable to move away, unable to respond to her touch. The position they were in must look intimate now. He could feel her breath against his cheeks as she spoke once more "Just think about me and how hot I am and how much of a good kisser I am"

Alarm bells were going off in his mind. She was about to make her move, he was sure of it. All he could think about was stopping this, stopping her, before Lia came by and saw. He didn't know what she would do to him but Scarlett, barely able to stand, would stand no chance. Lia was already pissed of. This would truly erupt into something he was too sore and frankly too drunk to deal with. He firmly placed his hands on both of Scarlet's shoulders stopping her in her tracks. He deliberately took a step back from her and, with an expression as determined as hers, he said "Scarlett. I said No." He made a big effort to appear resolute in this statement. "Seriously." He shook his head "I’m gonna text your brother. Just go home before you hurt yourself"

With that he brought out his phone and turned away from her. There was a line and she'd crossed it. He'd done his best to look after her but god- he had his own problems to deal with tonight. As he took a couple of wobbly steps forward he noticed someone familiar. "Oh fuck off" He cursed as he glared at the figure of his brother who had appeared out of thin air like a damn Spector.

Byron took a swig of rum wondering just how much his brother had seen or heard of that exchange. Dread encompassed him. He felt unequipped to deal with this right now but he sure couldn’t let Connor know. "So you found me, what's your next move?" Byron asked as he squared his shoulders trying to seem more sober and more coordinated than he currently was. What would Connor do here, was he really going to square up? Bitterly, he thought to himself that this- his own reputation with their father being on the line- would be the one thing that gets Connor to show a shred of something other than cold indifference.

That’s right asshole, I have your key, come fight me for it.

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An interesting thing (or rather, not so interesting, because nearly nothing could be considered "interesting" regarding the tall brunette) was that while he appeared cool, calm, and collected at all times, he was--

Well, scratch that. He was calm and collected. And he did appear cool, although nothing solidified a person's uncoolness quite like hanging out at a party, with virtually no friends to hangout with.

Sure, Connor had "friends," but they weren't exatly his ride or dies, so to speak. In fact, his inbox was more often filled with people texting him regarding his girlfriend than regarding himself. And the thing was, Connor didn't really mind. Once he was graduated and gone from this sad little town, they'd all be distant past memories.

No, Connor didn't think he'd look back on his high school years with any kind of warm remembrance -- except for the parts involving Alexa. Those were worthy of remembering.

All this to say, that it meant he had plenty of time to track down his mess of a little brother following the loss of his pharmacy key. You know, to the pharmacy that their father owned, that Connor was... he was really excited to return to this godforsaken town one day, alright? He definitely was, just-- listen, his dad had been training him for it, how could he turn down such an amazing opportunity?

Byron had pulled away from a dark-haired girl that was definitely not his girlfriend, but Connor could care less about his brother's infidelity, even if it affected Alexa's best friend.

He might have had a strong dislike for Byron, but not enough to sic his crazy girlfriend on him.

His brother spoke, and he was clearly agitated, and drunk. But Connor had had barely anything tonight. There was a small frown on his face, his head tilting slightly to the side as he looked at Byron with what could only be described as pity.

"Why the fuck did you steal my key?" he asked, his tone level. "What'dyou need it for?"

He, of course, had his suspicions. But even Connor wanted to believe that there could be a reasonable explanation.
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Connor approached with his usual air of cool superiority, and the way he looked at Byron made his teeth grind. Calm. Controlled. Most likely sober. Connor tilted his head, frowning slightly.

That expression—different from the cold disappointed his father showed him. The pity in Connors eyes was somehow worse. Like he was a kicked puppy- or a small child.

Byron’s stomach twisted. I’m no threat to him. I’m nothing. A nobody to pity from afar.

The words looped in his mind, circling like birds of prey. Pathetic. Loser. Disappointment. But this time, a thought cut through the poison. He could use this.

This works for me. I should play up to it.

He smirked, shifting into a looser stance. “I didn’t steal a thing,” he quipped. “I found some keys, sure.” He’d put Connors key on one of his silver chains around his neck. He twirled the chain idly between his fingers, making a show of his supposed carelessness. “Imagine my joy when I figured out big bro’s carelessness could save this shitty party.”

He sauntered closer, his confidence returned. “Don’t worry. I know how to balance a till and delete security footage. We can’t have you losing face” His smirk widened as he pushed the key and chain into Connor’s chest—just a bit harder than necessary.

“Take it,” he said, his smirk falling, voice colder now. “And don’t give me that fucking look again, you arrogant prick.”

Byron moved to leave, deliberately bumping Connor’s shoulder as he passed. He didn’t look back, but his pulse quickened. He needed Connor to believe it was just another impulsive screw-up.






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Despite being a small town, Haven Falls always seemed as lively as possible despite the lack of fancy attractions or interesting visiting points. You almost wondered where all these people came from and where they were hiding all that time. This was a thought Lacey often had every time she had to work on the weekends at Sheryl’s, the local diner that for some reason, everyone and their mother in Haven Falls thought as the finest cuisine ever to exist; or most likely was because there weren’t a lot of other options to begin with.

But who wouldn’t blame them? Even Lacey was a huge fan of the sliders that the diner had to offer and let’s not talk about the salty caramel milkshakes which probably were her favorite thing in the world; all courtesy of Owen the cook, who was a 60-year-old man, but that he didn’t have just one-eye, he was just suffering from an episode of dry eye main reason he had his eye covered. But at least it worked for a good joke to the new guy, who was none other than Jonah, the guy that she spent more time than she cared to admit messaging and that she met at that party a couple of weeks ago.

Interaction that she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since it happened, that night Lacey probably had been the most vulnerable with someone that she had ever been since she could remember and that thought terrified her because she was sure the only one that still thinking about it was only her since she was sure that it didn’t mean anything to him other than spending time with a friend, which Lacey wasn’t even sure if they were even in that category yet, but again she wasn’t even sure how to define their relationship or it was her the one that didn’t want to define it.

But even if her mind was in a turmoil of emotions, time didn’t stop, just like the rush hour at the diner, and even if she had been a waitress at Sheryl’s for quite some time, there wasn’t a time when she didn’t felt overwhelmed for the number of people that place could hold, the only difference? She just got better at pretending that everything was okay and that she wasn’t in distress. Something that Lacey wasn’t sure that Jonah managed to fully grasp yet.

But that day, in particular, Lacey had been in a bit of a mood between the cheap fabric of her uniform that was itching her more than other days, the loud voices of everyone, and some lousy clients she was sure sooner or later she would snap at someone, to her demise that day Jonah was on the same shift as her, so he was most likely to be the one that would get all her frustration.
“Hey! Can you hurry to table number 7? They are being obnoxious that their table is dirty. I have other tables to waiter and here I am reminding you of your job.”
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Relief washed over Connor as his brother dangled that key in front of him, although you could never tell by the dull expression that remained unchanged in the older Williams brother's eyes.

"Thank you," Connor said, feigning gratitude for the return of his own possession.

He didn't budge, remaining stoic as Byron pressed the key and chain drunkenly into Connor's chest. His hand closed on the metal, and more worry that he hadn't realized he felt washed away. Maybe that was how he remained so confident and calm -- Connor didn't realize he was in distress, until he was free.

He'd managed to turn a blind eye to what he knew would happen to himself if their father had found out about the key.

Hopefully, Byron hadn't made copies -- although he decided that was an argument for a different day.

"I won't tell dad," he stated, as his brother pushed past him. "About the key or the drugs you've been taking. Not this time, at least."

Did he know that for sure? Of course not, but Connor figured it was a good educated guess -- or a decent enough threat, even if it was clear his brother could care less about any reprimands from their parents.

"And I won't tell Alexa you cheated on Dahlia." he added.

Pocketing the key, Connor slinked back to the party, disappearing into the crowd.
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It was a typical weekend in Haven Falls and with all her roommates seemingly busy Carmen was on her own for finding entertainment. This usually meant she would end up getting fried in her car.

(Like any good small town burnout might.)

Luckily though she wasn't the only teen girl looking to do just that. Scarlett Price and the new girl in town, Juliette, would be joining her. But driving around meant burning gas and so before anything else Carmen and her Accord made their way to Rudy's, the local convenience store and gas chain.

Carmen had a rapport with several of the staff (how else was she supposed to fuel her, in the eyes of the law, illegal nicotine addiction?) She was relieved when a familiar face welcomed her from behind the counter.

After browsing for the amount of time that any attentive employee might begin to question she dropped her wares on the counter. A coke slushie, a half dozen different bags of candies (she couldn't possibly pick just one), and some zesty ranch flavored pretzels. Quite the spread for one teen girl- but here with the flickering lights and some greasy dude named Lance, she wasn't a burnout teen. She was a perfectly acceptable cigarette buying age.

"One pack of Camel Blue Ninety-Nines annnnnnd twenty on pump two please.”


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Once back outside the brunette threw her bag of goodies on the floor passenger seat and once she'd pumped her gas hit the road once again. Heading toward the Motel, Scarlett's current residence. Everyone knew all about the Price family tragedy but less knew about what had happened to the kids afterward. Probably because everyone was too afraid to ask.

She thought of the oldest boy Nix, only a year older than her, and the pressures he must be facing caring for three younger siblings. Honestly? It seemed impossible. To have the means at nineteen to provide for a whole family. So Carmen found ways to help- indirectly. Inviting Scarlett out to get dinner or just escape for a few hours, it wasn't much help but it was something.

Wrapped up in her own thoughts Carmen nearly didn't see the kid walking in the crosswalk.
“Shit!”
A quick slam on her breaks and she was mere inches from who she recognized to be Drake Martin. Not someone Carmen was personally too familiar with but she'd seen him around.

Sticking her head out the window Carmen hollered out to him.
“Hey, you're friends with Scarlett right? I'm going to grab her right now. Get in.”
Realizing how vaguely threatening that may have sounded she added a quick,
“I'll make it up to you for the uh, almost killing you thing.”


As she rolled up the window the boy settled in and when they were both done with their respective tasks Carmen started driving again.
“You hang around Scar so I'm guessing you smoke? I've got some pre-rolled in the glove box. And I'm sure there's a lighter around here somewhere, feel free to dig around.”



























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It was Vinny with the license, so it was Vinny who drove them to the outskirts of the Haven Falls woods. After hearing about the fourth coming blood moon Harvey instantly thought of his old friend. Of his interest in the supernatural which while Harvey wasn't quite the believer in cryptids or any sort of world beyond, he was a believer in friendship and making time to support those he was close to indulge in their hobbies.

No matter how strange and unusual.

Harvey was sure if nothing else they'd get some cool shorts for a new YouTube video or something. Maybe his next short film? He was already thinking of titles. Blood Moon: Birth of a Bigfoot. A mockumentary about well- bigfoots (he'd leave the ‘mocku’ bit out when he floated the idea past his cryptozoologist friend of course)

At first glance the two teens may have seemed like quite the oddball couple. Vinny looked like any handsome young movie jock and Harvey was well- HARVEY. But neither of them seemed to mind. They were friends and despite their obvious differences the boys enjoyed each other's company.

He checked his phone and fired off a text to Jace who was running a bit late to the excursion. ‘Might lose service 📵🌲🤞🏻🥹 Let me know when ur on ur way. But if I don't respond, that's why.🫂🫶🏻🤍😭’

When they packed Harvey hopped out, grabbing his camera bag before anything else, they may have been camping out but he still had priorities.
“Alright Vin! Load me up and we'll go find the perfect spot to set up camp. One where we can get some sick shots of that moon.”
His fingers formed a square and he looked through it like a lense, framing Vinny in the center.
“And hey, maybe we'll see one of those Sasquatches. Aren't they nocturnal?”







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