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Lacey Kavanaugh liked Jonah- outside of work. Inside the four brick (atleast he thought they were brick- what else did you make buildings out of?) walls of Sheryl's she turned into an absolute manic. Barking orders at him left and right.

And everytime Joey couldn't help but laugh.

It was cute.

Tonight though the diner was insanely busy and Jonah, who'd never worked before, was having more difficulty than normal keeping up. Something Lacey wasn't afraid to point out.

Loudly.

In front of everyone.

“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.”


"Aye aye, Captain Kavanagh."


He saluted once before hustling over to the table and wiping it down. As Joey worked he stole glances at her. Even sweaty and brow furrowed Lacey always made sure to plaster on a smile when facing a customer.

She was a great waitress. And it was obvious the whole staff appreciated that about her. Even the one-eyed cook in the kitchen. Lacey made the front of the house run like a well oiled machine. One Jonah could only hope he'd end up finding himself apart of.

As she seated a more unsavory fellow Jonah felt himself tense. There was a slimey feeling in the air (and it wasn't just diner grease). Something wasn't right. Joey eavesdropped. Hoping to hear what the man had to say, guessing it wasn't anything good.


 
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North Dakota was about as interesting as one would imagine. As in like, if you really liked snow, and like, wolves and bears hanging out in the backyard, then cool? It was probably the perfect place for you -- and sure, Ash loved the snow. But she absolutely hated the whole absolutely nothing to ever do anywhere vibes, which had taken some serious getting used to, especially since she was used to the busyness of New York City.

All in all, she'd been glad to move... even if things hadn't exactly gone great since she had arrived. Like, she had one friend kind of? And that was more because her and Carmen were roommates than anything else. Oh! And then she'd dated that one guy, whose parents ended up dying. So that was kind of a bummer. And oh, then she'd dated that guy who'd cheated on her, which also really sucked, but he was like really hot so she still talked to him. Oh! And there had been Leo, and like, whatever, he'd been fun. No notes, really. And out of it... she'd... kind of gotten a friend?

She'd at least gotten someone willing to hangout with her, and willing to allow her to drag on a blind double date -- that, of course, being Liana, Leo's sister. And like, Ash wasn't really expecting any kind of sparks to fly, because surely they already knew each other. But Carmen and Elliot had busted, and she really just wanted him to mind his own freaking business so that she could hangout with Dallas.

(You guys know Dallas, right? The guy that she dated whose parents died? Yeah, that Dallas.)

Like even for just a week or whatever. She wanted to see if there was a chance to try again with Dallas, but that was literally impossible when freaking Elliot was throwing a tantrum every ten minutes.

So this was her last ditch effort.

"You look so pretty," she told Liana with a smile. They'd already arrived at the diner, just a few minutes before the agreed upon arrival time -- and Ash was literally never early, so if it wasn't obvious that she really wanted this to go well, then... well. "And I'm sure you already know him, but just like... trust me? He's really changed."

Into more of an asshole.

She smiled.

As if right on cue, she saw Dallas and Elliot coming out of the corner of her eye, and her smile broadened. Ash moved closer to Liana, before speaking under her breath; "So, you remember Elliot Slater I'm assuming? So like, listen, yes, a lot of people think he's got a thing for Dallas, but I have it on very good authority that he's totally straight."

She decided to not mention how weirdly obsessive and clingy Elliot had become with Dallas in the recent months.

Once the boys got closer, Ash stepped away from Liana and made her way between Dallas and Elliot. Her hand briefly came to rest on Elliot's arm, but she quickly removed it before she spoke.

"So Elliot... you remember Liana, right? Leo's little sister? Well she was like, super excited for this double date."

(Was that an over exaggeration? Definitely.)

And finally, with a warm smile, she looked up at Dallas. "Hey," she said. "I missed you."
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Bowls, foils, actual products needed. It was all laid out on one of the nice little rolling tables that mama had always spoke so highly of as Claudia Jean looked it over and ensured everything was all there and all ready for Quinn’s visit. It was just highlights and a little refresh, she’d done it herself a million times and seen her mother do it a million more. She could practically do it with her eyes closed, maybe with one hand even, or in the dark. Probably not all at once though.

“Honey pie, get your fingers out of your mouth.”
Her mother, the ever-so-put-together picture of southern womanhood, Mrs. Merriweather Taylor, said. Claudia Jean hadn’t even noticed that in the time it had taken for her to get a bee in her bonnet her neatly filed, buffed, and ballet slipper pink painted nails had wandered past her delicately glossed lips.

She dropped her hand at her side and wiped it on the leg of her jeans
“Sorry, mama.”
She said, drumming them on her thigh
“I’m just workin’ myself up into a lather today. I wanna do a good job, y’know?”
Nervously she paced after her mother into the second room of the salon where the hair washing sinks were.

Merri set the small pile of bowls and bottles and brushes she’d used on her own client that morning into one of the free sinks with a small huff
“You know you’re gonna be fine, you always do.”
She stepped back around the sink and its accompanying chair to stand toe to toe with her daughter, reaching out to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear
“It’s my fault I know, in addition to my skills I’ve given you my perfectionism. It’s a blessing and a curse.”


Claudia Jean melts a little at her mothers comforting touch, her eyes grazing the floor
“You really think I’ve got your skill?”
She asked, her own blue eyes meeting with her mother’s ocean hued irises.

The older woman nodded
“Yes, I do.”
She tucked a second strand behind her daughter’s other ear
“Both my hairdressing ones and my dish doing ones. If you could get to those soon, please.”
Withdrawing her hand she pointed at the used salon tools and departed the room to go prepare for her next session.

As she was told Claudia Jean got straight to rinsing the chemicals out of the bowls, keeping an ear out to listen for the bell above the door to chime indicating the arrival of either her mother’s client, or her own.




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The previous night with Ines had been--

Well, he'd been really high, so he couldn't entirely remember what all happened, but he had it on good authority that it had been real fun. So that was great and all.

'Course, all of that was forgotten on his morning walk, when he'd definitely looked both ways before he'd headed out into the crosswalk -- only to have a car come to a screeching halt a mere few feet from him. He paused in place, like a deer caught in the headlights, glancing from his position to the front of the car.

"Isn't this one way?" he mumbled to himself as he turned around to squint at the signs alongside the road, when the girl driving started hollering at him.

And who was he to say no to some random chick that said she knew Scarlett, and told him to get in the car?

"You tried to kill me?" Drake whined as he climbed into the passenger seat without a single other thought in mind.

Well, there was always one other thought in his mind.

As he fumbled to buckle his seatbelt, she pointed him towards the glove box, which had the very thing that always occupied his mind. And ya know, if he'd been high, he wouldn't have wandered into that road and nearly been murdered, so maybe weed was chicken soup for the soul, guys. Did ya ever think of that?

"Ya know, for almost killing me, you're real cool." he said with a grin, as he popped open the glove box, and took out one of the joints. He set it on top of the dashboard, before unbuckling his seatbelt so he could better maneuver around to search for a lighter -- and he looked nearly everywhere. That little center console, under his seat, in those kangaroo pouches on the back, on the floor of the backseat, and nADA, NOTHING, ZIPPO.

"Wait," he chuckled, as he settled back down into the seat, and his hand went for his pocket -- where he pulled out a lighter. "Forgot 'bout this, heh."

In record time, he had the joint lit up, and dropped his lighter into her cup holder as a thanks.

"So," he said, "who're you?"
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Liana Carranza
Liana had almost canceled. Scratch that, she'd almost canceled a dozen times. She'd even been halfway through typing out the text to Ash before chickening out and deciding to stick it through. She wasn't the kind of girl who did blind dates. She wasn't the kind of girl who even liked dates, period. It was too much pressure, too many expectations, and the idea of sitting across from a stranger trying to make small talk felt about as appealing as watching paint dry.

Ash was persuasive though. Scarily persuasive, honestly. The way she'd spun it, like it was no big deal, just a quick dinner, nothing too serious, and oh, her and Dallas would be there, so it wouldn't be awkward. It made it hard for Liana to keep saying no. She'd even thrown in a small guilt trip about how she just wanted a night to relax and have fun, which was totally unfair because Liana couldn't say no to that without feeling like a jerk.

So here she was. Early, no less, which was how Liana knew this actually meant something to Ash. She was never early. Ever.

She wore a simple, casual dress. It was soft blue with short sleeves that hit just above her knees. It was cute without being too dressy, something she could get away with wearing on a date or just to hang out. She'd paired it with white sneakers to keep it low-key and left her hair down in loose waves, the kind of look that said, "I'm here, but I don't really care." Except she did care. Not about the guy but about not looking like a total slob. You know, just in case this whole thing turned into a complete disaster.

And now, seeing who Ash had paired her with?

Yeah. Disaster was exactly what this was shaping up to be.

Elliot Slater. Of all people.

Her stomach twisted the second she saw him, standing there with Dallas like this was totally fine and normal and not absolutely the worst idea Ash had ever had. Elliot wasn't just some random guy. He was someone her brother knew, someone who probably knew exactly how Leo felt about people getting anywhere near her. Leo made that very clear.

She'd spent most of her life as 'Leo's little sister,' which meant she was strictly off-limits. Leo had made sure everyone knew that, especially his friends. Sure, Elliot and Leo weren't exactly best friends, but they were friendly enough that this felt... weird. Really weird.

Ash of course, had conveniently left out that detail when she'd been hyping up the night.

Liana folded her arms across her chest and shot a quick glance at Ash, who was smiling like this was the best thing ever. She wanted to stay mad, but Ash did look really pretty tonight. Not that Ash ever didn’t look pretty, which Liana was definitely a little jealous of. Still, it didn’t stop her from whispering, "You look great, but seriously, I can't believe you." Her voice was sharp enough to let Ash know she definitely didn’t think this was cool. "This was definitely something I should've known before agreeing to this”

Liana's jaw clenched as Ash’s smile stayed in place, her friend clearly determined to act like everything was totally okay. She muttered under her breath, “You owe me for this."

Before she could get any further though, the guys were there and it was too late to back out now. She plastered on a polite smile, even though her heart was pounding and her brain was already racing with all the ways this could go wrong.

"Hey," she said, keeping her voice even as she looked at Elliot. "It's been a while."

Just like that, the night she hadn't wanted in the first place had officially begun.




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Quincey Lee Curtis, after a cold call and a little convincing, had agreed to get her hair treated by one Claudia Jean. And while the highlights and deep conditioning were sure to give her look a much needed fall time lightening and brightening- she had an ulterior motive for this little salon visit. Get in good with Claudia Jean.

The Silverlake teen, of course, had already been laying the groundwork. The two had been texting back and forth. This was the appointment though Quinn hoped would be the final step in cementing their friendship.

It was a day about beauty...and social politics.

So why Claudia Jean? You might be asking. Well- the girl was just too sweet for her own good. And the problem with girls too sweet for their own good is they think everyone else is too. In Claudia Jean’s world there were no good seeds or bad seeds- just flowers.

With someone like her and say, a well placed rumor, the possibilities were endless. Before entering Quinn checked herself out one last in the Salon window- preening like a bird. A final toss of the hair over her shoulder and she was stepping inside.
“Claudia Jean?”
She called out. Taking in her surroundings. It was a quaint little place, full of its namesake southern charm. C.j's mother certainly knew what she was doing. Quinn could only hope Claudia Jean had acquired the gene.

When the blonde came from the far room of the Salon to greet her Quinn lit up.
There you are! Now you just point me where to go and I'll sit. I'm beyond excited, I've been practically counting down the days.”
She playfully wrinkled up her freckled nose.
“I just started seeing someone and I'm excited to, zhuzh it up, see if he's actually paying attention you know?”


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Mei was in her own world as usual as she stood alone bar a couple of other workers in other parts of the kitchen. The rhythm of Mei’s knife was a comfort. Tomatoes, onions, beetroot—one by one, they fell into perfect slices, her hands moving with precision honed over countless mornings.. Usually this early afternoon shift was spent in solitude- uninterrupted solitude. Not today, it would seem, as her boss pushed through the kitchen doors to get her attention.

Chop, chop, chop— Mei’s knife moved rhythmically, the sound sharp and soothing, until—

“Mei?”

Huh?


Startled, Mei nearly cut her own thumb— just barely grazing it as she tried to react to the sudden intrusion. She placed her knife down and blinked stupidly a few times before finding her voice “Uh Yes?” She asked awkwardly stepping out from her station to face the front of house manager

“There seems to be an outbreak of flu” she said to Mei “Ethan will take over, I’ll need you to go and serve.” Mei’s face probably read as dumbfounded as she felt. Her jaw nearly hit the floor as she said “After last time?”

Last time, of course, referring to when she had pissed a woman off by mistaking her sarcastic remarks about Mei’s performance as a server for genuine questions and subsequently had appeared like she was deliberately making fun of the customer. That particular customer had left such a horrible google review that Mei had found herself reading it in her boss’s office the next day.

“Believe me, if we had another choice…” her boss trailed off and shook her head “Just stick to the script and try to keep it brief.” Her boss handed her the waitress uniform and nodded towards the lavatory. Mei sighed and brushed off her apron before abandoning her post to go get changed.

Giggling erupted from a couple of other female servers as they fixed their bandannas and tied eachothers aprons. Mei glanced their way via the mirrors as she straightened up her own garments. Behind her- a voice grew closer.

“Here” Mei turned to find a coworker of hers- she was new but already fit in perfectly with her peers unlike Mei. In her hand she held a red lipgloss and mascara. “You’ll look the part more” Mei smiled nervously and accepted the help, although her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Thanks” she replied. At least she had some brief experience with makeup now.

Admiring herself, her uniform neat and clearly new, hair tied into a tight little bun at the back, face lightly adorned with makeup. She tricked herself into believing she was ready- she could do this just fine. With that, Mei clocked on and headed out onto the floor.

The evening was going without hitch. Mei knew the menu by heart and she was never clumsy or inefficient when carrying food and drink to the customers. She felt like she was on a roll. The little bell at the front door tinkled, signalling a new customer “Good evening !” She called in her best customer service voice, full of smiles and ready to help when- oh

OH

That’s Liana! Her heart swelled. Liana had always been such a sweet person to Mei. She wanted to say hi but… who was that she was with. Elliot Slater, Byron’s friend? Well, an old friend. Recently reconnected. Mei liked to tread carefully when it came to judgment but he sure seemed like someone to avoid if one wanted to get through school unscathed.. Mei’s stomach churned. She could still picture the way he’d lounged on their couch not weeks ago, oblivious—or uncaring—that she was watching. Doing or saying or smoking whatever he pleased.

It didn’t seem like a very logical pairing to her. The sound of Liana’s voice cut through her train of thought as she began speaking to the approaching boys. Dallas too! And a blond girl she hadn’t seen too much of but figured she must be Ashley- Dallas’s ex, or maybe— given the circumstance— current girlfriend again. Mei wasn’t exactly a gossip, but she was fairly knowledgeable about the town gossip. People had the tendency to- well- treat her like the furniture. Especially when she wore her headphones- regardless of the fact that she could usually still hear others.

She could feel the managers eyes boring into her now as she stood wiping a clean table. She knew she had to greet the table that had just arrived. A quick scan around told her that the other servers were busy. Her throat felt dry. She forced her lips into what she hoped resembled a pleasant smile, gripping her notepad tightly as she stepped closer. “Uhm. Good evening guys. My name is Mei, I'll be looking after you guys tonight. Here are your menu's! C-Can I get anyone some drinks to start with?’ The words felt rehearsed, her voice wavering. She couldn’t help but glance at Elliot, her pulse quickening. What was he doing with Liana? Did her brother Leo know?








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lliot sat the entire car ride with Dallas in half silence, where once the two just simply would not stop talking now Elliot had no idea where to begin. Dallas invited him for a smoke session and milkshakes at the diner. It was something they used to do before the whole accident happened.

Elliot felt guilt, a lot of it but he was very good at surpressing it. He even gaslighted himself into thinking he had nothing to do with it. He just wanted things to go back to normal but that was hard, considering Dallas was dating the girl Elliot used to have the biggest crush on.

When they arrived at the diner, Elliot let out a sigh of relief. He was way too high to have anymore small talk with his best friend for god's sake.
'Hey Dal,' Elliot jumped out of the car and closed the car door after his friend was already making his way to the diner. 'I think I'm going to do that milkshake thing where you combine like four and drink them all at once,' Elliot jokingly started sharing his story to lighten up the mood a bit as he walked alongside him now. Dallas was more quiet than usual but it all fell into place when he walked into the diner. Ashton West and right behind her, Liana Carranza. This was a nightmare blunt rotation.

Elliot immediately stopped in his steps and gave a stern look to his friend who was obviously a part in this. Ashton West knew how to make every guy do what and how she wanted it.
And there she was, the blonde skipping her way to the two boys and slightly touching Elliot's arm which definitely gave him some goosebumps. This wasn't happening,
'Leo's little sister? Well she was like, super excited for this double date.'

The worst part had not even happened yet, Ashton moved to Dallas and gave him the sweetest smile and a ''I missed you''. God, what did he do to deserve this? Elliot now was looking right at Liana, there was no way out of this one.
Elliot wanted to give Dallas another look, one that instead of saying, ''do you hate me this much?'' was more like ''get me the fuck out of here'.
There was no time to give Dallas any look, Liana was looking right at him. Leo's sister, he was surprised he let her out at all. Leo and him fought all the time when they were friends, Leo dated Ash but Elliot wanted to date Ash, long before Dallas stole the crown and Liana was always off limits. Elliot knew Leo hated him and that feeling was mutual, the only glue keeping them together was Evan but he was no longer here.
Leo would kill him if he knew. Killing him would be a gracious thing of him, really. Elliot would not win that fight.

'Hey, yes, I remember you,' he gave a fake smile to the dark haired girl, Liana looked much different than she used too and her big eyes were penetrating Elliot's soul and Elliot was convinced she knew how badly he did not want to be here. Elliot wanted to keep on standing here as it was on his way to the exit but Ash pulled them all to the table. The two girls took one side of the booth and Dallas and Elliot sat on the other side. Elliot was still in shock so he dragged his feet to the table, sitting across his ''double date''.
'What a great surprise Dallas,' Elliot shared robotically, faking another smile to the girls sitting in front of him. 'I didn't know you were even allowed outside since you know. . Leo,' Elliot now added, feeling his frustration build up and he gave a sharp look towards Ashton who was just sitting there. She knew everything, how protective Leo was and how she stole his best friend after seducing him. Elliot was pissed, he felt bad for Liana after that remark and leaned his head back into the seat cushions. Luckily he was saved by the bell, the waitress. The girl seemed to be about their age and looked pretty nervous, Elliot didn't really care though. Must have been like her first day or something though the girl was absolutely checking him out while Elliot sat back in his chair like an unhappy toddler who just got tricked into going to the dentist instead of disneyland. 'A diet coke,' he answered, looking the girl up and down. 'No ice.'
He looked to the others, Ash sitting there probably giving Dallas a foot massage and Liana sitting with the knowledge her brother was going to absolutely kill her blind date. Yeah, this was going to be a great night.



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If there was one thing about Lacey was that she was serious about her job, not because she enjoyed customer service but was pretty sure that out of all the options for a part-time job in Haven Falls, Sheryl’s was the one that would pay the best at least for a seventeen-year-old.

Did she love it? Not really, her passion wasn’t there, but it wasn’t like she would be able to make more money busking in the local park; and wasn’t all the greatest artists started being waitresses although she was pretty sure that was more relatable to actresses, but at least Lacey could pretend these were her first steps to success.

And probably that belief that hard work could get you anywhere was one of the reasons the diner staff trusted a seventeen-year-old so much. Yet something, or rather someone, had been disrupting the way she made things work, and that was none other than Jonah.

No matter how many times she yelled at him about what he had to do, His reply was always a laugh, and Lacey was still figuring out if she wanted to punch it out of his face or smile back at him.

But despite the new addition to the diner, that didn’t mean that the bad days would be gone, and it seemed that night would be a not-great one. Between the crowded diner, her next table was one of guys a bit older than her; which Lacey wouldn’t have minded if there wasn’t this eerie vibe around them as she handed them the menus. Maybe it was all over her head.

“Welcome to Sheryl’s! Home of the best sliders and milkshakes in all of Haven Falls! My name is Lacey and I’ll be in charge of your service. Are there any drinks I could be bringing you in the meantime?”
She said with a smile on her face.

As Lacey wrote the order, she was still missing one from the group of friends. “I would like to order your favorite, but I am more interested if you are busy after work..” He said with a wink, which left Lacey dumbfounded.
“Uh… okay… I’ll go and get your drinks while… you check the menu and I’ll be back to take your order.”
She said uncomfortably before leaving. Was it too late to ask someone else to be in charge of that table?
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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 Carmen noted the gifted lighter with a simple nod. Trying to pay slightly more attention to the road than she had been five minutes ago.

But when Drake went on to question who she was Carmen sighed.
“Don't you recognize me? Carmen Tate? Silverlake cheerleader?”
With those hints seemingly failing to ring any bells with the boy in her passenger seat Carmen tried one more thing to jog his memory.

This she said in a quieter voice as if less volume made the words any less true.
“I hung out with Tucker a few times.”


She hoped that'd be enough for the potentially pre-stoned boy to put two and two together and if it wasn't...did it really even matter?
“Don't worry, I won't hold it against you that you're friends with him.”


Much.

Things with Tuck had been- complicated. To say the least. Tucker seemed keen on turning their one night stand into well- a several night stand. Something Carmen Tate had zero interest in especially after she'd had a conversation with his friend Everest who said some illuminating things about him such as ‘his personality is a dark hole’ and ‘he’s a whore who can't treat his partners right.’

Mostly now she just wanted him to keep his mouth shut so she could forget the whole thing and move on. Or worse- a certain southern boy heard pray-tell of it. Or whatever it was cow-boy’s called gossip.

“I do have to ask though- why do you even hang out with those guys? I mean Everest is alright I guess but you just don't give me ‘hangs with someone like Tucker vibes.’ You're kinda...weird.”
The shiny haired brunette (courtesy her roommate Luci's magic shampoo) paused before adding a
“No offense.”


They were getting closer now Scarlett, Juliette and the motel were just a few short blocks away.


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Sure, Dallas had lied to his friend. But in his defense they were barely even friends at this point. He'd only agreed to participate in this ridiculous charade because Ash, his not-girlfriend, insisted it was the only way to get Elliot off their backs for good. Plus telling the truth would've meant that the quiet painless drive they were having now would've been a lot less so. Dallas wanted to walk the path of least resistance especially when it came to the oldest Slater brother.

Elliot knew things about him.

Things he'd rather forget.

Things he'd rather not get out.

So even though Dallas found his near constant bitching and moaning more and more grating by the day he was trying.

Scratch that he was placating.

And if setting him up meant Dallas would have to do less of that then it would all be worth it.

When they pulled up Dal braced himself for the big reveal. Elliot was prattling on about nothing and milkshakes when he saw them. Ash West and Elliot’s surprise date, Liana Carranza.

The second oldest Price avoided looking at his old friend. But it didn't matter he could still feel Elliot's dark eyes attempting to bore a hole right through him.

Ash skipped over to the two teen boys. Her choice to first greet Elliot, even briefly touching his arm, didn't go unnoticed. But after the betrayal he'd just pulled maybe it was just good planning on her part. Ease him into it.

Ashton West was much more cunning than anyone like Nico or Leo understood.

But Dallas did.

Yes, Ash was so much more than blonde hair and a pretty face. He also knew that's what made her so dangerous to teenage boys like him.

But it's also exactly why he liked her.

When she said a quiet ‘I missed you’ a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Ash could have anyone and right now she wanted him- and it felt good.

And he wanted to be good for her.


“Ash, Liana.”
Dallas greeted simply before taking his spot at the table.

It took everything not to roll his eyes at Elliot's ‘great surprise’ line.
“Come on El, it'll be fun.”


When the waitress came over to take their drink order Dallas reached his foot out under the table to tap Ash's (which was easy peasy with long legs like his) a silent and private greeting between the two.

The teen listened as Elliot ordered a diet with no ice.
Hey, any ice you were gonna give him- give me. Regular. Extra ice.”
He winked toward Ash, desperately attempting to get himself into ‘date mode’, which was proving difficult, what with the giant pouting toddler at their table.


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All at once, the rusty gears in Drake's head started to turn, and he realized that he did recognize the girl. Or at least, he recognized her name, thanks to that day that he'd squinted at the bathroom wall alongside his two friends, as they wrote out a series of girls' names on the bathroom wall.

Top of the list? Carmen Tate.

She had tried to hit him with a car, so maybe she deserved that spot.

"Oh," he said, "you're that girl that Tucker wrote on the bathroom wall. Ya know, your name."

He took a hit from the joint, rolling the window down just enough so that he could breathe the smoke out. 'Cause hotboxing when someone was actively driving was a really bad idea, did ya know that? Yeah. He was all about practicing safe drugs.

"Mason," he corrected her. "Ya know, jocky is real subjective. 'Cause I'm jocky, too, but I'm not all... ya know..." he puffed out his chest and flexed his arms. "Real big or real buff, but it ain't my fault that I got faulty genetics and ended up being kinda short and kinda not stocky, ya know what I mean?"

Another hit from the joint, before he reluctantly started to pass it to Carmen, but then thought better of it. 'Cause ya know. Safe drug practicing and all that.

He sank down into the passenger seat.

"Plus being jocky really isn't that great, 'cause he ended up peaking in high school, and now he lives in a sad little apartment with a kid and he stocks shelves at the grocery store, so ya know..." he chuckled at that, shaking his head, 'cause the truth was, well... it wasn't like Drake should even be judging.

He knew the projectory his life was taking, and he knew he'd fall down similar steps as his brother.

"Where're we goin'?" he asked, as he glanced out the window.
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Part of Ash was surprised that they'd made it to the table without Elliot storming off, but she knew that it was still likely to happen. But hey, maybe everything would work out? Like, it was already going way better than she had expected (even if they were less than five minutes into this), so would it be crazy for her to think that there was at least a possibility that she'd totally nailed this, and Liana and Elliot would be happier after this?

Because like, Liana deserved a boyfriend and like, a better one than Elliot, but whatever. He was like a stepping stone or whatever.

She'd also ignore Liana's little "you owe me" comment, because after this went fantastic, she wouldn't be owing her anything.

"I didn't know you were even allowed outside since you know. . Leo," Elliot said, before sending a sharp look in Ash's direction.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, Elliot, be nice," she chastised him. "Liana doesn't care what her brother says, right?" she asked, glancing at the girl beside her. "Plus, Leo's not going to find out."

Liana was like... sixteen? Way too old to be held back by an older brother -- not that Ash really had anything to compare it to. Her own older brother? Yeah, most people back home had thought he was her younger brother based on how he behaved, and it wasn't as if he'd ever cared what she had been running around doing.

The waitress came over, and she gave the girl a smile, waiting patiently for her turn to order. Ash's gaze glanced down to the nametag on her uniform. "Just a water, please," she said. "Thank you so much, Mei."

Once the waitress had departed, Ash wasted no time in trying to save this failing double date. As in like, she had to talk Elliot up so Liana would at least give him a chance, because she was pretty that Elliot would've been into whatever girl she brought. He seemed that desperate, anyway, you know?

"So Liana," she started, as she turned in the booth to face the other girl. "You probably don't know this, but Elliot is like... super creative, which can be like, really romantic, you know? Oh! And he's really funny, and he's free like all the time -- not because he's, like, a loser or anything. He just doesn't have much going on, right? And ummm..." she glanced at Elliot, trying to think of anything else that might make him more appealing. "He's really cute, when he's not pouting like a toddler, and I've heard that he's a really good, like, kisser, if you're into that or whatever."

She settled back in her seat, and made eye contact with Dallas, before simply mouthing; "help" at him.
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Liana slid into the booth beside Ash, her fingers resting on the edge of the table as the conversation began around her. She tried to focus, but her mind was already drifting. She caught the sharp look Elliot shot at Dallas and felt the tension settle into the air like an unwelcome guest. Elliot clearly didn’t want to be here. It was written all over his face, and it made her stomach twist in knots. She chewed her lip, trying to distract herself by tracing patterns on the table with her finger.
It’s fine. He’ll warm up. People just need time. Her mind worked overtime to keep her mood positive, ignoring the voice whispering that maybe she should’ve stayed home. She tried to stay positive. Maybe, just maybe, this could work out. She told herself it wasn’t a disaster yet.
Her gaze wandered as she looked for anything to distract her. The diner wasn’t anything special, but she found herself studying the small details she usually ignored. The faint scratches on the tabletop, the fading neon light flickering outside the window, the faint buzz of appliances, low music playing a classic pop song she couldn’t name.
Liana glanced at Elliot again, hoping to catch some sign that he wasn’t as miserable as he looked. She didn’t want to judge him too quickly. Everyone had bad days, right?
And then he opened his mouth. When Elliot finally spoke, his words were like a bucket of ice water.
"I didn’t know you were even allowed outside since, you know... Leo."
Liana’s head snapped up, and for a moment, she stared at him, her expression carefully blank. The words hit her like a slap, sharp and deliberate. She blinked, stunned for a moment, before letting out a soft small scoff. She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms as her lips curved into a faint, unimpressed smile. She shot Ash a pointed look, raising an eyebrow that said everything she didn’t need to say aloud. This? This is who you set me up with? Really?
She bit back the first response that rose to her tongue, inhaling deeply. Ash jumped to her defense immediately, and for that, Liana was grateful. Instead of letting herself sit in frustration, she met Elliot’s eyes, her voice calm yet firm. "Leo doesn’t control me, just so you know," she said, her tone tinged with just enough steel to make her point clear. “I make my own decisions.”
The conversation moved on, but Liana’s mood was already soured. She began picking at her nails, a habit she’d never quite managed to shake. When the waitress approached, she didn’t even look up, her thoughts too tangled to register anything else. Ana barely glanced at the girl, too busy picking at her nails. “A lemonade,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze stayed fixed on her nails, her mind running through a thousand versions of how this night could have gone differently. The name Mei didn’t register, even though it should have. Ana had such a soft spot for Mei. If her head wasn’t foggy and somewhere else, she would have been excited to see Mei working but her mind was too busy spiraling with the realization that this date might end up even worse than she thought.
If she had just stayed home, for instance. That would’ve been nice. She could’ve made up an excuse, said she wasn’t feeling well, and avoided this whole awkward disaster.
Ash tried to steer the conversation, trying to play peacemaker, hyping Elliot up like she was pitching him for a reality TV show, as if he was the catch of the century. Liana couldn’t help the skeptical furrow of her brows. Ana wasn’t buying it. Her dark eyes shifted to Elliot, studying him like she was trying to solve a puzzle.
He wasn’t a bad-looking guy, sure, but his attitude left a lot to be desired. She tilted her head slightly, as if trying to figure out if there was more to him than the pouty persona he was putting on.
Her gaze narrowed slightly and before she could stop herself, she let out a quiet, sarcastic remark. “Maybe I’ll see all those amazing qualities you have… when you’re not acting like a toddler.” She gave him a small, sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. It wasn’t cruel, just a small jab for his comment earlier.
The tension in her shoulders tightened and Liana looked away from him, her gaze drifting to Dallas and Ash. The pressure building inside her chest became too much. She stood abruptly, smoothing down her dress as she avoided looking at Elliot. "I need to use the bathroom." she said, her voice quiet but steady.
She walked away without waiting for a response, moving through the somewhat crowded diner until she reached the small restroom. Inside, she leaned against the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her palms pressed into the cold surface. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she stared at her reflection.
Get through this. You’re fine. You’ve handled worse.
Taking a deep breath, she ran her hands over her hair, trying to pull herself together. The date wasn’t over yet and she needed to find a way to get through the rest of it without letting anything ruin her mood. No matter how horrible this double date went.


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For the last three weeks since the incident involving her father’s car, Jacinta had been in everyone’s shit books. Her dad would barely so much as look at her and certainly wasn’t going to forgive her any time soon. Her grandmother was keeping a very keen watch on her, always wanted to know where she was. If she didn’t come straight home everyday Jace would find herself with no dinner and no phone use. She simply wasn’t used to it. She spent half her childhood doing whatever the fuck she wanted. No curfew, no rules, just let her parents know she was safe and it was all fine.

But Jace wasn’t rebelling against it this time. As a matter of fact she’d been painfully good. Hell, Jacinta had even been to church with her once. But it wasn’t really born of guilt or desire to make her nan happy- she had a goal in mind. She wanted to borrow her grandmothers little white Kia Forte. To meet up with her friend Harvey for a camping trip.

A camping trip!!

God when was the last time she had been out camping with anyone? She’d barely held on to a couple of friends over the years and none reallly seemed interested in that kinda thing. But Jacinta loved the outdoors. No assholes or druggos, just birdsong and tranquility. She could sketch to her hearts content.

Ding

That was Harvey, his familiar stream of emoji’s lit her home screen like a Christmas tree. But it didn’t irritate her like it should. Instead she found herself smiling fondly at her phone.

My Grandmother has agreed to take me. She’s been taking her sweet time but I should be on the road soon 🩶

She was glad this trip was with her good friend Harvey Milk. There was no social pressure with him. Plus, she had to admit, she was different around Harvey. Less on her guard. She laughed and smiled more. She found herself being nice, instead of an asshole. It was There was one other kid going she didn’t know. Vinny, Harv had called him. But if someone like Jace could stay in the good graces of someone like Damien, she doubted any other friend of Harvey’s would pose much drama for her in comparison.

Her Grandmother had finally relented since she thought that ‘camping would do her some good’ but had refused to let her take the car. So Jace had endured endless AM talk radio, constant toilet breaks and obnoxious attempts to connect on her drive.

Her arrival could NOT come fast enough. “That’s it. That’s Vinny’s car” she pointed. The car had barely rolled to a stop when she was opening the door. She couldn’t immediately see the boys, probably unloading their gear or off looking for a spot. If he got her message he’d probably head to the van. “Thank you Nan! See you later!” She called out. She thought she saw a genuine smile from her as she waved goodbye.

Grabbing her pack, her tent and her sleeping bag, Jace headed out towards her friends car. She was feeling… light for the first time in a long while.








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allas ordered his drink with a wink, try-hard. The tension in the air was rising just by sitting there and as Elliot made his comment, Ash was quick to come to Liana's defense.
Liana Carranza makes her own decisions? Liana Carranza makes her own decisions. Elliot gave them a mocking smirk as he looked down at the table while Liana emphasized her point.
He definitely hit a string there, it was painfully obvious. The thought of him being set up like this was degrading, though he felt bad for Liana for getting dragged into this he couldn't shake this humiliating feeling.
After all their orders were taken, Ashton wasted no time rubbing salt into the wound left in the remnant of Dallas and Elliot's friendship.
Ashton was selling him out, her words sounded fake and meaningless. Elliot stared at the girl who had once told him, with such conviction, how grateful she was to have found him. Those same sweet sentiments, now recycled — except the part about the toddler, thankfully — were being served to Liana hoping someone would like pathetic, lonely Elliot.
Elliot shook his head in disbelief, he wasn't lonely. He could get any girl he wanted at any time, he would beat Dallas and Ash in any games they tried to play. No, they got it wrong, Elliot was very wanted.

'I've heard that he's a really good, like, kisser.'
That’s all it took to soften Elliot’s resolve. He couldn’t bring himself to hate Ashton, no matter how hard he tried. His gaze flickered toward Dallas. Elliot crossed his fingers that Dallas would hate it—that Ashton wanted him first, that they kissed—even if none of it was remotely true. If only Dallas could remember, just for a second, why Ashton had entered his life to begin with.
Liana’s voice broke his spiraling thoughts. She shot him a cutting sneer, her hollow smile doing little to mask the contempt in her eyes. Elliot didn’t need her to say a word; he already knew she despised him.
Before Elliot could even try to think of a possible comeback, Liana excused herself, pulling all eyes toward her as she smoothed her dress and slipped away. Now, it was just the three of them. His date hadn’t lasted five minutes before heading to the bathroom— not the best sign for a successful double date.
Elliot's gaze locked onto the tablecloth while he softly drummed his fingers against the table — guess he was a drummer after all — 'I really don't know what Leo was so afraid of, great girl,' he slouched back in the booth again, trying to look as nonchalant as a boy who just got dragged into a double date could be, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him.
He despised every second of this, but he was here now. The thought of saying he hooked up with Leo’s sister? That would be the kind of revenge that tasted far sweeter than it should have. ´So are you two going to keep footbanging under the table or tell me what I did to deserve this.´ Elliot kept his jaw clenched, sharing a look with Dallas of all people. Dallas knew him longer than anyone, he should know Elliot would hate this with a passion but maybe they didn´t know each other like they used to.



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‘You're that girl Tucker wrote on the bathroom wall. Ya know, your name.’

Dark brows knit together and her mouth fell open. The wave of shock caused by Drake's casual admission nearly sent Carmen swerving into traffic.

"Shit, shit!”

she had to get it together. Vehicular manslaughter was not on the list of crimes she was planning to commit today and now she’d almost broken that very law- twice.

What a dick hole. A DICK HOLE. Slept with her and then wrote her name on the bathroom wall? The girl's knuckles tightened around the steering wheel, turning white. She wanted to scream but- not at this kid. He was innocent. And she had almost killed him so maybe this made them even.

She decided it'd be best to drop the subject, Drake had already moved on from it anyway. Correcting her on his brother's name, rambling about being jock-y, and talking about Mason's current life circumstances.

Carmen took solace in that there was no possible way she'd peaked yet. Cause she had definitely spent the entirety of her highschool career in a valley. A deep cavernous one.


“Well at least you'll be able to dodge that bullet pretty easy. Just use protection and all that.”


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"Riiiight here. Actually. Didn't you know? This is where the Price's are right now.”


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The weeks following the train wreck of a party, Kat had been a bit out of sorts. Discombobulated. Spacey. She was taking longer to answer her friends’ texts, she was throwing herself into her studies more and any free time she had was spent in her room doom scrolling on her phone. Not even her favourite playlist seemed to be any interest to her. She wasn’t exactly sad, but she felt a bit listless, like she was living her life on auto pilot. She didn’t feel joy from some things that used to bring her joy. Her fashion, for example, was basically reduced to whatever she grabbed first out of the closet. She used to spend time colour coordinating different outfits, finding the perfect pair of shoes to go with her favourite jumpers. But lately she looked at her bursting closet and just picked anything vaguely similar. Lots of jeans and sweaters and sneakers. Nothing inspiring.

Quite frankly, Kat was going to blow her sister off when suggested the mall. But she’d spent five minutes trying to watch a TV show with her mother and she had already received several unnecessary comments about how she was apparently looking ‘pale’ and how she was in her room a lot lately. Which was true, but Kat remembered thinking to herself ‘Isn’t that what you want from me, to stay in my room and stick my head in my textbooks?’.

Still. If even her parents had noticed, she probably was inside a little too much.

She suspected that was why her little sister had invited her out today as well. She’d suggested it very casually of course, like it was no big deal. But Ines was like that about everything. Still, she appreciated the concern from her. It felt more genuine than from her parents. It always felt like they had a motive. But perhaps Kat was being unfair- sensitive. Her parents wanted the best for her, they always pointed that out.

She wished they would stop pointing it out.

Kat had driven them in her little Hyundai sedan, heading to the only mall worth going to in their little slice of earth- The Crystal Lake’s Mall. Once she’d circled the parking lot a few times and eventually found herself a car about to leave, she stuck her indicator on. “Finally” she said as she nabbed the spot. Her soft Indie playlist stopped abruptly as she stopped the engine and gave her sister a grin “Okay, so what exactly are we doing here Ines. You trying to get a free pretzel from Auntie Anne’s?” There was no accusation in her tone, and she followed it up with a chuckle.








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The dynamics at the table were confusing to Mei, but the awkwardness was unmistakable. None of the people sitting there seemed to want to be together. It felt contrived, as though something unseen was holding them there. Bitterly, it reminded her of her family’s pretentious dinner parties, where every comment or quip came with hidden motivations.

Elliot spoke first. His tone was curt but not impolite, his attention barely flicking to her before shifting back to his peers. “Diet Coke, no ice,” he said. Mei noted the order without hesitation, nodding briefly before moving on.

Dallas was next. He leaned back in his seat, the faintest smirk on his face. “Hey, any ice you were gonna give him—give me. Regular. Extra ice.”

“Regular Coke, extra ice?” she clarified, her pen poised mid-air.

Gaining the affirmative, she moved on to Ash. Ash, unlike her peers, gave her full attention as she politely ordered a water. Mei noticed her glance at her nametag. So far, no one had recognized her it seemed. She was used to that. Finally, she turned to Liana, anticipation building in her chest. Would she recognize her? Mei’s smile faltered slightly as Liana muttered her order quietly, eyes glued to her cuticles. “A lemonade,” she said, her voice so low Mei almost missed it.

Mei’s stomach twisted. Liana didn’t recognize her. More than that, something was clearly wrong. The way her friend avoided her gaze and studied her nails set off alarm bells. Still, Mei didn’t want to draw attention to herself in front of Liana’s companions. For now, she kept her concern in check.

“A lemonade,” Mei repeated, her voice steady. She glanced at her notepad and addressed the table. “So, that’s a Diet Coke with no ice, a Coke with extra ice, a water, and a lemonade. I’ll have those out for you shortly.”

As she walked toward the kitchen to relay the order, Mei glanced back over her shoulder. Her heart sank as she saw Liana pushing her chair back and hurrying away from the table. Mei paused mid-step, her throat tightening. Was she leaving the diner?Her eyes followed Liana as she moved hastily toward the bathrooms. Mei’s chest tightened further. Something was wrong—she could feel it. She handed the order to the kitchen staff quickly, her mind racing.

With a knot in her throat, Mei weaved across the diner floor, her coworkers’ voices and movements blurring into the background. She reached the bathroom door and slipped inside. The clinking plates, peppy pop music, and chatter faded behind her as the door swung shut. The quiet hum of the bathroom surrounded her, broken only by the faint sound of unsteady breathing.

Liana was hunched over the basin, her palms pressed against the counter as she stared into the mirror. Liana drew in a deep breath and ran her hands through her long hair- Mei’s chest ached at the sight. “Ana!” She called, crossing the distance between them timidly “I’m sorry to burst in, I had to check on you! Are you ok?” She asked softly. She wanted to reach out, to place a comforting hand on Liana’s back, but she held back. Instead, she clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, her fingers fidgeting in a small, restrained stim.

The silence between them felt heavy. Mei waited, her heart pounding, desperate for a sign that her friend was okay.








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‘I would like to order your favorite, but I am much more interested in if you're busy after work.’

Jonah listened as poor Lacey was forced to verbally exchange with the table of scumbags. Particularly with King Scumbag who seemed to be doing all the talking. While he eavesdropped Joey wiped down the table right behind theirs, putting just a little bit more elbow grease than he had before. Maybe he could fight grease stains in lieu of well- this asshole.

When the patron dared to wolf whistle as Lacey walked away Jonah scoffed aloud, unable to contain himself. It'd been awhile since he last felt this way and he thanked God he was stone cold sober this time. Liquid courage was bad for Jonah. Really bad.

But his scoff had drawn attention made apparent when they'd hollered out a ‘Hey you!' his direction.

Shit. He'd done it now.

Jonah took a deep breath trying to center himself before plastering on his best customer service smile.
“Yes, sir?”
Jonah said through gritted teeth.

“Something funny, bus boy?”


“Oh, no sir.”
No it wasn't funny. People like this guy pissed him off. No respect for anyone, especially women. But Jonah wasn't trying to get fired.

Not over this asshole anyway.

The man smirked and knocked over one of his fellow assholes glasses of water, spilling it onto the floor. “Oops, guess you're gonna need mop.” He gestured expectantly at the mess.

Jonah started counting to ten as he left to gather the mop and bucket, and one of those wet floor signs. He counted over and over as he mopped. Slow and steady. An anger management he'd picked up. Joey counted until he was done and released from the task he retreated to the back. Trying to pull himself together out of view from any other patrons. He prayed Lacey was too busy to notice his absence as he rejoined her the floor.
“Anything else need done, Captain Lacey?”


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After the party, neither of the Burke girls were particularly themselves. Both of them, regrettably, had boys on their minds. Separate reasons for both of them, but what they had in common was that the boys they interacted with had left them feeling, intensely. Although when you’re a teenage girl, just about every feeling comes intensely.

Ines didn’t know all the gory details about what happened with Kat and her boy, just what her sister was willing to share and what Ines herself could piece together. Just as well, Kat didn’t know everything that Ines had done with Drake either.

Not that they really even got up to much of anything besides making eyes at each other and passing that joint back and forth. Even if she maybe would have rather been kissing those same lips that framed his ever crooked smile or putting her hands up under that baggy shirt he had on. Oh, fuck she had it bad…

But this wasn’t about her and Drake, not that there even was a ‘her and Drake’ to speak of. This was about spending time with her sister, and putting on her hype girl hat. As much as she called Kat a nerd, or a dork, or a dingus, or even in extreme cases, a bitch, but she was still her sister and the only one she had. Ines could be a good sister, well she was a good sister but she could be a better one. A great sister.

Great sisters take their sisters to the mall. Or ask them to take the two of them to the mall since Kat was the one behind the wheel since it was technically her car. She was the older one, she got her license first, therefore the math equals the car coming into her possession first. Ines had driven it before with the permission of both the other teen and both their parents, although after a certain incident involving a bird eating a bagel in the road, A TOTALLY REASONABLE REASON TO STOP, and some asshole behind her with no sense of humor, it was more comfortable for everyone if Ines stuck to the passenger seat.

Ines pivoted in her seat towards Kat as the car was placed into park and her sister asked about her motives. Kat really did have a great smile, and laugh, whatever guy who had spurned her clearly wouldn’t know a hot chick if she punched him in the head. Although Kat would never, Ines? Well… Let’s just move on.

“I mean, I definitely wouldn’t say no to one.”
She replied on the topic of the pretzel
“But that’s not why I suggested we come here.”
In a smooth motion she clicked her seatbelt’s release button and let the nylon slither back into its retracted position so she could face Kat properly
“I was thinking, one, you needed to get out of the house and away from mom’s watchful, bitchy gaze.”
She held up a finger as she counted off her first point and prepared to list the following one
“And two, nothing helps forget about shitty guys like buying yourself something pretty and picking up a new distraction.”
She returned her sister’s grin and chuckle, a clear similarity between the two of them.


 
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Moving to Haven Falls had been quite an experience for Luci. Moving out of a bigger city to the middle of nowhere took some time to get used to, but she had managed somehow. Maybe it had been that the people she had been living with since she arrived had made things more bearable, or maybe she just needed to be away from her home to feel at peace, but even with that Luci couldn’t shake the feeling that Haven Falls was a town with not much to do one where everyone knew each other which was making her feel uneasy that day.

Mostly because she was still unsure what possessed her to agree to go out with Damien in broad daylight, one thing was fooling around and hooking up without everyone else knowing, and the other was spending your weekend with that same guy which felt more personal than she cared to admit.

And yet here she agreed to go to the movies with him, which, in a sense, could work because it was a place with not a lot of light, but that didn’t mean someone else wouldn’t have the idea of watching a movie that day, she just hoped it wasn’t one of her roommates, especially Carmen who lately had been a bit too interested in Luci’s love life.

But before the function, she dragged him to the local supermarket. Did she need groceries? Not really, but she needed shampoo the same that she was pretty sure Carmen was still using without asking her, and it seemed her roommate wasn’t planning on buying one for herself anytime soon. And why did she ask him to come with her? Well, she needed someone to carry them for her, and if she was going to give him the time of her day, at least he could be someone useful to her.

“Can you stop acting like a moody child? We are just buying shampoo. So listen, be a good boy and I’ll buy you a chocolate bar or something.”
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Listening to Ash ‘pitch’ Elliot to a very obviously uninterested Liana was painful. A wave of second hand embarrassment washed over Dallas and when Ash mouthed a desperate ‘help’ his direction he couldn't do anything but shrug emphatically in response. It wasn't long after Liana was running toward the bathroom, though not before comparing Elliot to a toddler, which let's face it- they were all thinking.

Dallas suddenly became very aware of the smell of nicotine permeating the air. It cut through everything, the grease of the fryers, the girls’ purfumes. The yellow sheen over everything in the joint left over from days of yore, days when everyone young and old was free to light up indoors, days Dallas wish he'd been old enough to witness. He wanted to sneak off too. To go and satisfy his craving and cursed Liana for having thought of it first.

The tallest boy at the table had moved on from footsie with his not-yet-girlfriend minutes ago but Elliot was once again saying something slick. This time accusing them of- what exactly? Dallas wasn't quiet sure. But if there was one thing true about him he was going to defend Ash, weather she wanted it or not.


“Deserve what? To go on a nice double date with your best friend and his-”
Not girlfriend. He paused to reset.


“Ash worked really hard setting this up. And Liana's great, not to mention easy on the eyes.”
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“Maybe if you weren't being such a miserable prick you- we might actually have a shot at a nice time. Isn't that what you want? To have a nice time? That's what Ash and I want.”










































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By the time Wes got up for work the house was quiet. Claudia Jean and her mom were at the salon, Brady was doing whatever the fuck it is he does at his job that he’s always claiming is oh so important. The three of them had gotten their day started several hours ago, Merriweather always seemed to be up just as the sun was peeking over the North Dakota mountains most days, meanwhile Wes was dragging himself off his air mattress with it already established nice and high above the town.

The hours were one of the many benefits of working at the local animal rescue. It was a quick, close commute, decent pay considering they were desperate for employees, kept the Taylors off his back as to what he was doing all day while they were at their own responsibilities, and the management team were often so stressed they couldn’t tell if certain supplies happened to go missing. At least not this far when Wes had already swiped some bandages, rubbing alcohol, and what he was most excited about, clean needles.

Standing in the shared bedroom he pulled his uniform t-shirt on over a long sleeve and smoothing it over as he reached for his backpack in the far corner of the room. Inside one of the pockets was where he had been keeping the oxy he’d acquired thanks to his new connection formed via Carmen. He pulled the small bottle out and popped the top off to shake a few into his hand. Dumping them down his throat wasn’t his favorite way to get his chosen vices into his body, it took too long for them to hit amd always felt like it didn’t hit him as hard as he wanted, but given the fact that if he made a mess under the Taylors’ roof the odds that he would get caught weren’t exactly zero. So down the hatch it is, not particularly paying close attention to just how many he had landed in his palm before throwing them back.

Since Claudia Jean was at the salon with her mother the two ladies had taken the older woman’s Subaru and left the teenager’s car available for him to take to his shift. The town was small enough that if he had to, he could’ve walked, but he was sure glad he didn’t have to today. Only mid september and by the time the evening had come it was brisk enough to invite a chill to visit one’s bones if not stay there for the remainder of the night.

The first place that he put the car into park was not his new place of employment, but instead a convenience store. Some local chain that was bizarrely contained by the city limits. Standard gas station fare which he’d stopped in to pick up on a few occasions such as on his breaks, on his way back to the house, or as he was doing now, on his way to work. Usually it was just lighters when he inevitably lost his again, maybe an energy drink if he was desperate although they didn’t really do him any good. On rarer occasions he would pick up some kind of food item for the odd moment when he actually felt hungry and decided to eat for that reason instead of just keeping up appearances like he did at dinner.

But most of the time, it was just a few odds and ends he picked up to make his day at work a little more bearable. Striding up to the bored looking girl behind the register he tossed his goods on the counter, a few of those miniature bottles of alcohol that they have in minibars at swanky hotels or on ritzy airplanes (Not that he had ever been to either) and a protein bar that he would probably end up giving to one of the dogs.

His hand went to his back pocket to fiddle for his wallet
“Lemme get some reds too.”
He said, gesturing passively to the shelf of Marlboro cigarettes behind her as he pulled out some cash and his ID. Technically his fake ID but it was still his wasn’t it? He held both items out for the girl to take when she was ready.


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Sophia Price
the sad girl
Ever since the death of her parents, Sophia felt as if time had stopped for her while everyone else had moved on and continued with their lives. Which could be considered the acceptance of the stages of grief, although she wasn’t sure where she stood after all that time; between losing her parents, her family going broke, living out in a car and now living in a motel courtesy of the crazy girlfriend of Nix. There hadn’t been a moment where Sophia had the chance to comprehend how she felt; or maybe she never wanted to understand all the bottled feelings that she had until this day.

Perhaps that was the main reason why she was stuck in that constant cycle where everything didn’t in her life moved forward to a brighter future because Sophia was pretty sure there was no hope for it and she had to go through one day at a time, because why bother into imagining it when all the odds were always against her favor?

So by the age of sixteen, Sophia had already made out her mind that after high school, it was over for her if she even made it out to graduation because of the odds of becoming a high school dropout since she was sure there would be the day they wouldn’t able to afford it and her job at Rudy’s would become her full-time job and she would rot there into the end of her days.

Maybe it seemed that working at Rudy’s was a terrible job, which it wasn’t at least not the one where she was assigned. One that didn’t have a lot of customers that people would question how they were able to continue being open; something that Sophia always wondered and yet every month they managed to make ends meet.

So saying that Sophia knew all the regulars was an understatement. She could recognize them without a problem, but never engaged more than she was supposed to. But in the routinary flow of clients, there was a new face, a young-looking man who, based on his attire, was a new hire for the animal shelter. The girl watched as the guy made his way around the convenience store until he was standing right in front of her, and that was when Sophia could take a closer look at the guy.

His dark brown curls were the first thing she noticed the moment he stepped in. But now that he was right there, she realized that his eyes were green with amber flecks, and the last thing she noticed was that he for sure was older than her, but not older than Nix or Dallas, and yet he was buying a few of those miniature bottles of alcohol when he asked for a box of red Marlboro cigarettes. Sophia did as she was told and as she put the cigarettes on the counter, she grabbed the ID of the guy as she checked it out.

The first thing she noticed was that it wasn’t from the state of North Dakota, which made it more suspicious because why would a random guy show up in the middle of nowhere, also known as Haven Falls?
“You are new in town?”
She asked him as she continued checking the ID. Holding it up against a light, she noticed the lack of the laser-engraved image on it and she found the missing piece in the puzzle.
“You know, this is my first time seeing an ID from Tennessee, or more like a fake one, but nice try. So, I’ll be staying with these.”
She said as she took away the alcohol and ID, but left the protein bar and cigarettes on the counter.
“Let’s make a deal. I will let you buy the cigarettes, but you give me one of them. My break is in five minutes and I wouldn’t mind a smoke. Take it as my compensation for not calling the police on you for underage drinking. So what do you say?”

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location: rudy's
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