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Wes.













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“Yeah, as of a couple weeks ago.”
He replied, watching her carefully look over the plastic card in her hand which he found a little bit unusual. Most of the time cashiers barely glanced at his ID before bagging up his goods, but this chick was like a dog with a bone as she ran her dark hued eyes over the card over and over.

He learned a long time ago that confidence, either organic or otherwise, goes a long way in getting people to believe things. Like getting judges to tip your score up a few notches, or convincing people you’re sober, happy, or perfectly fine. All of which he’d had decent success at in the past. Getting this brunette teen with a miserable look on her face to sell him booze however? All the confidence, fake or not, began to drain out of his body as his loyal fake disappeared behind the counter.

“W-What? C’Mon!”
He didn’t expect to let himself get as worked up as he did, especially considering he didn’t even really want the liquor all that much. Maybe it was the lack of a buzz going that had him all pissy, even now he still wasn’t really feeling the oxy working its magic quite yet despite the fact he’d deliberately taken them on an empty stomach like usual
“You’re really gonna be busting my balls over this?”


His brow was furrowed intently as he listened to her offer, bumming a smoke in exchange for no run-ins with the cops. His mom wasn’t around this time to sweet talk an officer of the law into shredding her son’s file. Sharing a smoke in the parking lot with this random girl couldn’t be all that bad.

A low hum emanated from his throat as he gave a nod “Fine, but how’s about you take your break a minute or two early.” He said, tucking his wallet back into his pocket and already stripping the plastic off the carton. He plucked one out and put it back in with the filter down in the name of the tradition of a ‘lucky cig’ before grabbing a second one and placing it between his lips as he headed for the door, assuming but not checking that the solemn looking teenager was trailing behind him.

In addition to shoving the bottle of pills into his pocket this morning he’d also snagged a white lighter he’d had so long that he’d long since forgotten where he got it. He pushed the door open with his hip and sparked up
“You comin’?”



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juliette clark.













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Juliette Clark had been excited to move to North Dakota. It was supposed to be a fresh start for her. Or that's what her parents had told her. No one here knew that she had been in rehab 3x by the young age of 15. Her parents had always covered her 'problems' and moving away was another way of covering it up.

But Juliette Clark would never admit she had a problem. Her parents thought she was sober. Even Scottie thought she was sober. But to everyone’s disappointment, she was at the train tracks currently waiting to buy Xanax from a random kid. She had enough cash hidden away to fund her habit for a few months but she would need to find other ways of making money soon. She had stumbled on this connection to this kid from purely texting Wes.

It had only been 2 weeks of being here, but Jules had run out of Xanax last week and was struggling not having it. She had been high pretty much every second of the day to even try and manage her anxiety. She had even bought a vape to try and take the edge off, but she hated that. She preferred cigarettes and joints over shitty vapes but the smell was easier to disguise that way. She had almost been caught a few times by Scottie but had played it off. She figured Scottie didn't want to believe that Jules was using again and just played none the wiser.

When she finally noticed the other person around the abandoned train tracks, she cleared her throat and said,
"Hey."


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Ashton West

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Liana got up from the booth and walked away, and Ash's lips pressed down into a frown. She started to move across the booth to follow after Liana, but she watched the waitress head into the bathroom after her. So her gaze turned onto Elliot, her eyes narrowing at him, as her arms crossed over her chest and she fell back against the booth.

"Yeah, what Dallas said," she echoed after Dallas had finished laying into him, but... Ash didn't really have it in her to do the same thing.

Like, sure, she was mad at him or whatever for how he'd treated Liana -- which was like, so inappropriate. But she could understand where he was coming from. Surprise dates? Never fun, and it had been stupid for Ash to think that he'd just be able to roll along with it, especially with how he'd been acting for the last several months.

Which she could also-- well, like, she couldn't really understand it. But she could feel some sympathy for him. Like, his friendship with Dallas was clearly a mess, especially since Dallas was hardly the same person he'd been a year ago when Ash had first met him. You know, when he'd reminded her more of her ex from New York.

Ash sighed, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table, before she covered her face with her hands.

"It's... fine, Elliot," she mumbled from behind her hands. "I'm sorry -- we should've told you. I just... I dunno, I thought it'd make you happy or something."

Because yeah, even if Elliot drove her up the wall and she said she hated him half the time, she didn't actually harbor any ill feelings towards him at the end of the day. She just wanted him to be happy, and to be more like he was when she'd first met him, because she'd literally only been here barely a year, and so many things had already changed and she just--

Was it wrong of her to just kind of... miss how they'd all been last year?
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Sophia Price
the sad girl
Sophia expected to receive that type of reaction when she took away the fake ID. After all, it didn’t take a genius to comprehend that once something was taken away from you, the most basic reaction was to fight for it.
“I kind of already bust your balls for it. Good luck next time.”
She admitted as she gave him back the change of the money that he just gave her.

Sophia looked at the clock. Sure, there was still some time until her break, but it wasn’t like the store was going to be filled with people at that moment.
“I guess I can do that.”
She said as she set that little sign announcing that she was on a break and would come back soon, although she was pretty sure that nothing would change during her absence. Sophia watched how the guy started walking toward the exit. She didn’t think much about his manners, but at least he still asked if she was coming.

Just as she started to leave the counter, she turned back and grabbed a couple of expired bag chips that she was supposed to get rid of, but no one cared if she took some with her once her shift was over. And once she was close to him, she tossed him one.
“You seemed like the guy who likes the original flavor. Courtesy of the house, although I have to tell you they have like 3 days of expiration already.”
Sophia said as she took the cigarettes and lighter from the guy as she exited.

Once she was outside, she was received by the rays of the sun that warmed her skin slightly for September’s weather. Sophia closed her eyes for a brief moment as she enjoyed the change of environment, but after a couple of seconds, she decided to go back to her original task of smoking. She set a cigarette on her lips and lit it up. Once it was lit, Sophia took her time inhaling the smoke, feeling the slight sense of buzz that she already gotten used to, but that somehow made her feel alive after all that time. And when she blew out the smoke, she decided to take a seat on the sidewalk of the parking lot.
“I doubt you are going to tell me about your life, and I am not that interested in telling you about mine. So we either find a middle point where we don’t get to know each other a lot or we settle with the silence of each other. Up to you.”

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Lacey Marie Kavanagh
the chill girl
Lacey knew that kind of stuff could happen when she decided to work as a waitress, but she was used to dealing with rude customers, not with people who blatantly made her feel uncomfortable with their comments that she didn’t know how to react, flabbergasted, surprised, unbearable were some of the many feelings the girl had at that moment and the only thing she wanted was to get out of there as soon as possible.

The reality was she could act tough, but in reality, she was just a girl who just wanted to cry at the situation she was in, especially when that same guy dared to whistle at her and unconsciously she pulled her uniform in an attempt to make it seemed longer, even though it was just the perfect length. Maybe she was too in her head that she didn’t notice the exchange of words between Jonah and those guys or how they threw the glass of water to the floor. But yet when she went to deliver their drinks, it was still as awkward as it was at the beginning. She almost started wishing that they would be gone fast.

“Anything else needs done, Captain Lacey?” Jonah’s voice interrupted her thoughts and probably for the first time in a long time, Lacey felt lost at her job.
“Oh, yes... Well... Why don’t you help me fill those glasses of water? Also, I think the manager wants us to stay after the diner it’s close to cleaning it up. It wasn’t our turn but the one on the schedule can’t make it today."
She said definitely that day was going to be a long shift.

Thankfully, the end of the day came, and the last customer and also the rest of the workers at Sheryl’s were long gone, leaving just the two of them in charge of cleaning the entire place.
“So, how do you want to do this? Do you want us to separate and one cleans the kitchen while the other cleans the front, or do you want to work together?”
She asked him.

“I guess if we stayed both together, we could put on some music from the jukebox during the day. No one pays attention to it because it’s always so loud, but it has a great selection of music, my favorite from it, it’s Fleetwood Mac. I always listen to it when I have to stay to clean, but like we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to... I guess we can always use our phones... or we just clean in silence. Anyway, I guess we should start if we want to leave soon.”

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Despite a few hiccups, Jonah and Lacey had made it through yet another shift at Sheryl's. While Jonah’s body had no problem keeping pace (he was an athlete after all) his emotional fortitude left something to be desired. Dealing with the public had taken a toll but with the diner finally empty Jonah felt like he was able to let loose, release some built up tension.

He stretched his arms as he listened to Lacey, defaulting to stretching like one might when listening to the coach debrief. The Kavanagh’s had a commanding air about them he supposed- when they wanted to.

Lacey had softened again since locking up the diner.
“Let's stick together.” Jonah suggested. “Four hands are better than two aren't they?”


Jonah grabbed his trusty hand towel, which up to this point had been slung over his shoulder for safe keeping, and mimed sword fighting with it.

‘I guess if we stayed both together, we could put on some music from the jukebox.’

He stopped his pantomime show to show support for her suggestion.
“Now that's an idea I can get behind. Turn that sucker on. Anything you want. I'm not picky.”


Besides Jonah was curious about her music taste and seeing what she'd play was a good way of figuring out what she liked. Lacey dished about her love for Fleetwood Mac and the boy found himself filing the information away for later, you know, just in case he'd ever need it.


“Music over silence any day.”
While Lacey fiddled with the Jukebox Jonah took to wiping down tables and booths. Maybe if he did a good job she'd be pleased with him.

And maybe he wanted that.
 

Damien Slater

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He couldn't believe that he'd snuck out of the house for this.

Damien kicked at the ground, his sneakers scuffing against the tile floor as he did so. His gaze focused on the ground, with a frown pressed against his face.

"You could've just waited and done your stupid grocery shopping afterwards," he pointed out, and that would've worked -- if Damien had been able to drive himself. But ya know, being grounded came with a certain lack of a car.

He really hated being tied to someone else, and having to rely on them for something as stupid as a ride.

"Why is this taking forever?" he groaned dramatically, and leaned heavily back against the rack of shampoos, conditioners, and body washes. "You know what you're getting so just grab it and we can go, yeah? It's all the same stupid shit, anyway." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.

Tick, tock. Tick--

Three seconds passed, and he groaned even louder. He leaned his head back, this time stupidly knocking over a row of bottles. He quickly pulled away, watching in silence as a couple bottles toppled to the ground.

Woops.

"Can we go now?" Damien asked again, looking in Luci's direction. "We're gonna be late and get really bad seats at this rate."
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Wes.













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Taking the edge off











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Wes just barely managed to clasp the fingers of his right hand around the bag of chips the younger girl tossed his way. A bag of chips, ones that were expired to boot, weren’t exactly the kind of thing he was in the mood for right about now, or possibly ever even in the rare occasion that he was actually hungry. But an asshole Wes was not, so he offered a small nod of thanks. Renee Greene may have raised a fuck-up, but she didn’t raise a rude one. He might as well be decent to this girl, in addition to providing slightly expired food, she was still keeping his ass out of the county jail for a night.

He watched as she took a seat on the curb and after a moment’s consideration he sat down not quite beside her, but near her and blew a cloud of nicotine smoke out the side of his lips and let the subtle breeze draw it away from them both. He drew in a second lungful of smoke as he listened to her speak.

“Well, I already know where you work and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out where I do.”
He said, offering a small shrug and exhaling strategically once more
“I figure that’s more than enough information to know about each other.”
By the standard of Wes’ usual relationship with other human beings as of late, that much exchange of personal details practically made them best friends.

He let a moment pass watching the end of the cigarette smoulder and burn away, turning into ashes that were carried away by the wind just like his earlier cloud of smoke. He brought it to his lips again and took another inhale. Turning slightly towards the girl to get a better look at her now that they were out from under the bleak fluorescence of the store.

In the light of day he could see a ruddiness in her oval shaped face that said she was young, but a hollow look in her eyes that said she had seen enough to age her spirit beyond her years. A strange juxtaposition, but one that he knew very well from experience. It greeted him in the mirror each day. Though he had since lost the warmth from his face in favor of seeking comfort in polluted veins.

Perhaps there was more he had in common with the residents of Haven Falls than he was willing to admit.

“Does telling me your name count as the middle point? Or is that too intimate?”
He asked, using his thumb to flick the filter and knock the chunk of ash from the end of his cigarette
“Just figure since I’ve been seeing your face more often that of my own mother’s.”
He mused with a slightly off kilter smirk that made it seem he was more amused by his small joke than he truly was.


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The bell jangled again just as Claudia Jean was placing the last piece into the drying rack. On hurrying feet she rushed back into the main room where she laid eyes on Quinn who quickly greeted her with enthusiasm, helping to ease the nervous blonde’s nerves.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to hear all about him!”
Claudia Jean said flashing a smile
“If he doesn’t catch on this time then you could always go for another change, of boy that is.”
She laughed heartily as her own little joke as she waved Quinn back towards the other room
“C’Mon, let’s get you washed up.”


Once they entered the second room she directed her to one of the two chairs and sinks in the room, specifically not the one that she hadn’t used to wash the bowls and bottles for her mom. She wanted to direct Quinn to a nice smooth experience that didn’t give the vibe that the sink she was getting her hair washed in was just being used to clean up. Even if that was true, certain things didn’t always need to be shared. Just like daddy always said.

“You can have a seat right here.”
She pushed her own hair back over her shoulders to hopefully stay out of her face as she washed the other girl’s hair as Quinn laid her hair into the bowl
“Let me know if it’s too hot or cold.”
She said, wetting down the brunette tresses thoroughly before shutting the water off and setting the spray head back down into its hanging spot.

She reached over to the large bottles of tea tree shampoo and pumped it one and a half times exactly, just like mama taught her, and lathered it in her hands
“So, you gonna tell me all about this boy?”
She asked, once there was a luxurious foam covering her hands she started working it through Quinn’s hair
“If you want to that is, but if you do I promise I won’t tell anyone. Southern belle’s honor.”
That was another thing her mother had taught her, people will tell you just about anything if they think your lips are sealed, plus there’s something about having your hands all over someone’s scalp that makes them trust you. It’s scientific,

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Sophia Price
the sad girl
Sophia was a bit surprised when the guy started a conversation. With just the small interactions they had had so far, it was almost as if he was more closed off than her, and that was saying a lot since Sophia couldn’t even remember the last time she told how she felt to someone or confided in them.
“I think we have covered where we work, even if we have never talked before,”
She said as she took a glance at the guy seeing the well-known uniform shirt of the animal shelter, which was a bit surprising because he didn’t seem like the one to be an animal lover nor did he seem with the patience to have to deal with hyperactive puppies or deadly cats.

But as she briefly stared at him Sophia noticed the tiredness in his eyes, and how despite his tough features and harsh persona which he presented, there was a sadness behind those eyes, something that not everyone would notice unless they felt as if they were in a dead end, something that Sophia was more than used to experiencing since the death of her parents and no matter how hard you tried to repress your feelings there would always be someone to notice how broken someone was, and until this day Sophia was sure no one was aware of how she felt which wasn’t sure if it was a punishment or a prize.

“Does telling me your name count as the middle point? Or is that too intimate?” The guy asked her, and as soon as he said that, Sophia took another inhale of the cigarette, letting out the smoke after a brief moment. She contemplated what could happen if she told her name to him as she saw the cigarette burn and become ash. Perhaps it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
“Sharing our names is okay, so you can call me Sophia, but I guess most people call me Phia. What about you?”
She said, still a bit unsure how to continue the conversation. It seemed both of them were not exactly the talkative type.
“What about sharing our ages? Or is that too personal too?”

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It seemed Kat had guessed correctly about her little sisters’ intentions. Ines listed her reasons- the first one making her snigger. She certainly had an interesting way of making their mother to be a bit of a marvel supervillain. She didn’t disagree that getting out from under mom’s thumb for at least a little while might be a good way to clear her head a little. She was already feeling some of her spark return as she listened to Ines list off her second reason—to go shopping. More specifically to buy Kat something new and shiny to help her forget about the way that night had made her feel. Kat clicked off her own seatbelt, feeling a rush of affection for her sister as she watched her return her smile. Though the girls were different in age, and personality, looking at Ines was like looking in a mirror.

“You have a way with words, as usual” She said with a friendly smirk “I’ll admit, too much of our mother was starting to…” She fished for the right words “Grate on me” Unbuckling her own belt she reached back to grab her bag from the back seat and put a hand on the door “Okay I suppose I can bare the light of day for shopping” She agreed “I could give you some tips, you know, add some colour to your wardrobe” She said, feeling kind of excited about it already. “No complaining because you asked for this! Lets go!”

Before Ines could protest, Kat was out the door, already circling around to Ines’s side so they could head toward the entrance. A rush of cold wind sent a little shiver down her spine as the brisk afternoon air provided a stark contrast to the heated interior of her car. Kat didn’t mind much though. The cold bite of the air shocked her out of her head—just what she needed. The last thing she wanted was to be in her own head all day. She turned her attention back to Ines, thinking about how she could possibly get her sister into one of her entry-level ensembles at least. A splash of purple… or electric blue to make her eyes pop. There was almost a skip in her step as she thought about it.

The busy hum of the mall seemed to draw her in as they walked through the sliding glass doors, and Kat’s energy picked up. She glanced over at Ines, her mind already racing with outfit possibilities. She was excited to give Ines a little makeover, and even more excited to see how she’d react. This is going to be fun, she thought. She could already see it—Ines standing in front of a mirror, wearing something bold and different. A color she’d never pick, something to make her feel more herself.

“Okay, so-“ Kat said as Ines walked beside her “There’s a lot of brand name stores here, but have you ever been to that little thrifty place on level one? You really have to search but, you can find some gems”








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lliot noticed the pause, the doubt in his voice, before finishing his sentence. Ash wasn't even his girlfriend yet, which made the whole situation a lot more tense. It annoyed him how quickly he was to defend Ash even though he was the one who brought Elliot into this whole mess.

While he was talking up his date, Elliot made sure that he would see him rolling his eyes so hard and letting out a deep, annoyed sigh to show his displeasure with his best friend.
'I said she's great, right?' Elliot interrupted, jumping forward to defend his case—he wanted this conversation to be over and the focus shifted elsewhere.
The words miserable prick grated him, Dallas was an asshole when he was drunk but now there was no excuse. The guy chose his supposed fling over his best friend and it was painfully obvious there was no room for Elliot in his life. Not anymore.

Elliot gazed at him with a death stare, ignoring Ash who echoed after him. He leaned back into his booth again, rubbing his face, feeling the anger build up in his chest. 'You're supposed to be a good friend, right?' The words were like venom, 'then why the hell didn't you think about how Leo would kill us both.'

Then came the usual, Ash threw her elbows on the table, her face hidden behind her hands and suddenly all eyes were off Elliot and onto her. She was good at that, taking whatever there was going on and shifting it onto her.
Her mumbling an apology from behind her covered face, made Elliot soften his gaze almost immediately—damn it. Damn how quickly he softened. He hated that she could do that him so effortlessly. He exhaled sharply, adjusting his posture to appear like it did not bother him in the slightest.

'Ash—' Elliot exchanged a quick look with Dallas, there was nothing between them anymore except some vague momentums they once shared. 'It's great, it's a great date,' his voice was sharp, too sharp to pass as convincing but he followed it up with a dismissive shrug. 'I don't get why you guys are giving me such a hard time.'

Elliot motioned towards the bathroom his date had just dissapeared in, 'Liana's fine. She's a great girl, pretty even,' there was a lot of uncertainty in his voice, he wasn't sure why he didn't even put in the effort to get to know the girl. From the moment he stepped into the restaurant, he wanted to get out. He wanted to get high with Dallas, hang out with Evan and laugh at his stupid fucking jokes— but that was no longer a possibility. Now it was Ash and Dallas hooking up right in front of him or Dallas and Ash playing footsie underneath the diner table on their double date that he did not even want.

'But she's Leo's sister. Come on, what am I supposed to do with that?' That was a great excuse, there was no way around it. Even if it clicked, it could never work. Elliot hoped they'd buy it and Liana wouldn't come back to the table before the conversation finished, maybe they could give her a nice excuse and pretend the night never happened in the first place.





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Lacey Marie Kavanagh
the chill girl
Being alone at the diner with Jonah felt nice. Even if they still had to clean the entire place, the solitude and quietness almost made it seem as if it was meant for them to share that moment without anyone interrupting them. Lacey felt giddy at the thought of that. It was almost as if anything that happened there would be their secret, and she felt special about sharing that time with him.

Lacey gave him a faint smile when he agreed they should stick together while cleaning.
“I guess you are right. We might be done faster with it that way,“
she said, but she let out a small laugh when he started mimicking a sword fight.
“You are so dumb,“
she added. But when Jonah was on board with putting on some music, Lacey rushed to the jukebox and started searching for the perfect song. Something that, for Lacey, was a bit too important and even if it sounded a bit foolish, it was also intimate. After all, music was her passion and her dream, even if it didn’t seem that way. So her showing this facet to Jonah was a bit nerve-wracking.

Once it was settled, the place was filled with the melodies of Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, even if it was a song that Lacey had already heard a million times. She didn’t want to seem too excited about showing Jonah one of her favorite songs from one of her favorite bands, and yet she was feeling anxious that he might dislike it. Trying to read him was almost as if she was solving a puzzle blindfolded, so every time she felt confused and didn’t know where they stood.
“You can always tell me if you don’t like it and I can change the song.”
She said with a small shrug.

But somehow she had the feeling that Jonah wouldn’t mind listening to the music that she liked, so instead she focused on mopping the floor. Probably it was that she became so absorbed in her task that she unconsciously started singing along with the lyrics of the song. Something that she didn’t notice until a few moments later when she realized that Jonah was there too.
“Oh... Sorry, I did that without thinking... But I’ll shut up now. I mean, I am sure you don’t want to hear me sing.”
She said, embarrassed.
“Why don’t you choose a song now? I guess it’s only fair.”
She added awkwardly.
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Fleetwood Mac - Dreams

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Wes.













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“I guess there’s no sense in trying to sell you on the name printed on my fake if you already took it away.”
Wes mused with a nod. It wasn’t like Ryan Bateson was much of an identity that he was all that attached to, it was more the faux birthday falling in the year 1999 that he enjoyed. Now that it was gone, and he was already resigned to being stuck in Haven Falls for the foreseeable future, his name was bound to start being thrown around. Especially when he was rooming with his loud mouth cousin.

He pulled up one of his knees to allow his left arm to rest over it and stretch out briefly as he felt it stiffening up from the repetitive act of smoking, momentarily distracted from her words by the ache in his bones. Maybe he hadn’t taken enough oxy before he left.

“Weston, but I don’t answer to anything other than Wes.”
He replied, trying to shake out his wrist the best he could with the limited mobility he had had. She’d given him the courtesy of telling him her entire first name so he might as well return the favor.

The question of his age was another point not worth lying about, she already knew well enough that he was younger than he claimed, or appeared, to be
“I ‘spose that’s alright.”
He muttered, although the alarm bells were ringing in his head that he was getting dangerously close to allowing someone to get to know him. Against his better judgement, like usual, he proceeded anyways
“Turned nineteen this summer.”
He said, taking another drag from the cigarette he had transferred from his left hand to his right
“How’s about you?”
He was betting her sweet sixteen wasn’t far off, either behind her or upcoming. Which direction was anyone’s guess with how she seemed wiser than her years, or maybe exhausted beyond them.


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‘Thrifting’ was basically a magic word as far as Ines was concerned. Like legitimately magical and possibly supernatural. Walking into a place with rows and rows of clothes and possibly walking out with unique finds that might be one of a kind? It’s more sustainable, usually cheaper, and way more fun. What’s better than that?

And she knew exactly the spot that Kat was talking about
“Oh yeah totally.”
She said, trotting alongside her sister as they entered the cool air of the mall. A mixture of perfume samples being sprayed from the dying department anchor store and fry oil from the food court wafting together in a strange but somehow not repulsive way.

She held out the corner of the button up shirt she had on over her plain black tee
“That’s where I found this!”
She said excitedly showing off her find
“Only like four bucks too.”


Ines continued keeping pace with Kat, eyeing the outfit she had on and trying to rectify that ensemble with what she usually saw at the thrifty spot. It didn’t at all seem like her sister’s usual style, so she had an entire collection of clothes that she didn’t wear around her, or maybe Ines didn’t know her sister quite as well as she thought that she did.

“The searching is half the fun if you ask me.”
She said, her eyes scanning the various sights they passed at the mall trying not to get distracted as she dodged someone at a kiosk trying to sell her hairspray
“If I’m not tired and sweaty from digging through clothes after a good thrift day, I don’t consider it a successful day.”
Ines laughed, her eyes drifting towards a mother and child fighting about back to school clothes in a shop front they passed by which made her laugh a little harder. It’s a little late into the school year for be feuding over clothes.

Hopefully her own family shopping day would go a little bit better. Or at the very least end with a pretzel that she was certain that nasty little child would not be getting.


 






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"Mom," he groaned, as he leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling in annoyance. "This is f-- this is stupid, can we go yet?" he asked, as his gaze returned to his mom.

"Yeah, yeah, of course, just one more picture," his mom ordered, as she waved a hand towards Damien, gesturing for him to move closer to his friends -- and he obliged, although he did so begrudgingly. "Smile," she ordered, and Damien forced a smile to his face. She tapped on her phone, snapping a few more photos, before she brought down the phone with a smile on her face. "Oh, your first dance." she gushed, and soon, Miranda had tugged her son into a -- very embarrassing -- hug.

"He tried to go to a middle school dance once," she started, "or maybe it was freshman year? I'm sure he told you about it -- a couple of the boys there started pushing him around, and he--"

"We have to go," Damien cut his mom off as he pulled away from her. "I'll be home-- midnight. Got it. Go... take stupid pictures of Elliot." He said, although he didn't mean it.

Elliot had his dad to take pictures of him and embarrass the hell out of him.

(Damien's dad was still in prison, you see.)

He was quick to shoo his friends out of the house, closing the door behind him before he headed down towards his car -- the only bit of freedom that he'd managed to hold onto during the brief time he was grounded. And really, the only thing that was keeping him sane during these trying times of living with Elliot in this stupid, boring town.

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The drive to the dance was about what you would expect -- quick with the time cut in half, because Damien liked to go fast, and he'd learned absolutely nothing following that whole wrecking Jace's dad's car situation.

There were still some residual nerves in his system following... what? Memories of the past? Which was really dumb, 'cause there was no point in living in the past -- although that was probably easier said than done. 'Cause for some reason, Damien seemed to permanently live there.

One hand slipped into the pocket of his jeans (he'd adamantly insisted that was good enough), while his other hand clenched his keys tightly.

"They do the king and queen shit here?" he asked, glancing in Harvey and Jace's direction. "Ah, nevermind. 'Course they do. Right? Right. Right?"

He tapped his key against the side of his leg as they headed into the decked out gym. He paused by the door, glancing around, before he finally slipped his keys into his pockets.

His eyes skipped across the people -- no, no, no, oh-- his gaze paused briefly on a girl with a very lowcut dress, before he started searching once again. And then ya know, his eyes landed on the girl that he'd had in mind.

"Dude, dude, dudes," Damien said, smacking at his friends, before he slipped between them so he could oh so not discreetly point in Luci's direction. "See her? Yeah, see, that's Luci. The leading lady for our movie," -- he elbowed Harvey at this -- "and the girl that I went on a date with the other day. Remember? You guys didn't answer your phones when I was all like... 'hey, that bitch shoved me in a bush.'

He couldn't stop smiling.

"She's so into me, guys."












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School dances were a load of bullshit, that was what Wes thought. Once upon a time when he was a sophomore he’d gone with the girl who had surprisingly entertained dating him for that year and let himself do the whole routine. Bought her a corsage, got her dinner, took photos with all her friends, he even agreed to meet with her friends in the girl’s bathrooms where they passed around a flash of cheap gin someone had snuck in. He took a pull when it came to him, it was hardly his first drink but it was the first drink he had that made him cough like an asthmatic and gave him heartburn all night long.

Nowadays he could knock back turpentine and probably not flinch. There was a lot that changed since that night in the bathroom at Gatlinburg-Pittman High School. For worse or for better, that was up for debate. As he clocked out of his shift at the animal shelter with sweat running down his back that was from a little more than hard work, he had a feeling it was probably the former.

Wes had finished off one of his under-the-counter bottles of oxy on his fifteen minute break, but that small reprieve from getting jumped on by animals or cleaning up their messes was hours ago by now. Much to his distress he realized that the second bottle in his backpack was also empty, fuck. As if the day couldn’t get any more frustrating. After peeling his uniform shirt off he stuffed it in his bag beside the empty bottle almost out of spite so he didn't have to look at it and its lack of product to be offered.

He was coming down harder and harder by the minute. The ache in his muscles was just beginning to growl at him but soon enough they would be screaming soon enough. Even with withdrawals just barely settling in he was already nearing the point where he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.

The shakes hadn’t set in just yet so he was still able to shoot off a message with relative ease to the first person he could think of who might be able to help him stave off the inevitable, Carmen. She was supposed to be at the homecoming dance herself with her little fake boyfriend, but Wes had an inkling that she might be willing to leave him idling on the dance floor long enough to hook him up with a little something. He didn’t need a full restock or nothing, just enough to keep him from getting dopesick. Worst case scenario she didn’t have anything, but at the very least she could maybe point him in the right direction once again, and spending some time with her was never a bad thing in his book.


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Carmen knew if she could just get herself to like Everest Park, he just might be the perfect partner. Ha was fun to talk to, honest, loyal, and his eggs? They really were the world's most okayest. Despite her best efforts though the teen couldn't force a fire, no matter how many matches she spent. So she'd give him one last night. Dress, makeup, hair, all courtesy of her roomate Luci, she was the perfect little arm ornament.

One more night and then she'd left him down gently.

At least that was the plan.

But not even twenty minutes into the event Carmen was posted dutifully at a table Ever had promised to return to, painfully alone at her very first school dance and being a senior, one of the last. Manicured nails ballet slipper in color, tapped against the table, her annoyance with the situation bubbling toward the surface. Carmen was drawn out of it by the vibration of her phone in her lap.

She pulled it out of her little clutch and saw a text from her favorite cowboy waiting for a response.

‘hey, any chance you could help me score tonight? i know you're busy with that whole dance thing but i'm desperate’

Carmen quickly fired off a response, afraid that if she took too long the moment might pass.

‘Well Byron is also...here. I've still got some in my car. My date ditched me so, I'm sure I could sneak away for a few.’

It was the truth, Carmen hadn't even touched the bottle she had gotten from Byron those weeks ago now. As she waited for a response Carmen held her breath.

‘yeah but maybe i don't wanna see byron, maybe i wanna see you’

An exhale of relief- there was more to the message but it didn't matter. Wes Greene could've asked her for just about anything after a message like that.

They agreed to meet in the parking lot and so with a last peek around and still no sight of Everest Carmen made quick her escape. Heels tap tap tapping through the tile floors of the school but the teen felt as though she was floating above it.

Wes wanted to see her.

She pushed open the steel doors, stepping out into the chill of the parking lot. It was early October after all and while it wasn't freezing out Carmen was certainly starting to regret the spaghetti strap dress and no coat combo.

But she forgot all about the coolness of the air as she set her sights on Wes, already leaned up against her car and waiting.
“Hey Cowboy.”
She greeted
“Chilly tonight.”
The girl pulled her keys out and promptly fumbled them, sending them clinking against the pavement.

Shit. Her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment. How did she always manage to look like a clumsy idiot in front of him?


“Do you mind? I can't really reach down there in this dress. Cute but uh- restricting.”


When he obliged her fingers brushed lightly against his as she took them back.
“Thanks.”
She stared for a moment trapped in his gaze like a deer in headlights.
“Sorry-”
Carmen snapped herself out of the moment with a shake of her head and stuck the keys in the back door lock.
“You're here for a reason right? Not to just stand out in the cold.”
She slipped in the backseat and then slid back over to the open door to take hold of his right wrist, too nervous to go for his hand, and pull him in.
“Okay so...the stuff.”


Carmen kneeled on the center console so she could rummage through the glove box producing the bottle from Byron.
“Heads up!”
the brunette called out a warning before tossing the plastic thing back to Wes.

She settled back into her spot next to him in the backseat, smoothing out the creases in her dress.
“Is that okay? It's all I've got but it's yours if you want it.”























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“Nan” Jacinta whined as her grandma spritzed her floral perfume “It’s not prom, it’s just homecoming. This is enough” Jace’s grandmother gave her a look and- in Korean- something she rarely spoke unless she was serious- she said, “Hold still Jacinta or you’ll get burnt.” Jacinta struggled to mentally translated the words in her head while her grandmother carefully ran a straightener over her fringe. “There. You look beautiful, my granddaughter” She said with a rare approving smile. "Gamsahaeyo" Jacinta mumbled back the Korean word for 'Thank-you', hoping to appease her so she could leave.

Her mother’s side of the family had been here for generations now but Nan was very insistent on keeping the language and culture going in their family. Maybe it was her strict adherence to this that drove her mother crazy in the first place. That and the religious stuff- of course. If she’d had her way Jace probably would be named Ae-cha or Sook or something. But truly, she felt absolutely no connection to her distant culture, as much as her nan tried to shove it down her throat. It felt like a relic, something she was so far removed from. I mean, she'd never even BEEN to Korea! Still, she didn't want an argument. Quickly rolling the sentence over in her head to make sure she pronounced it properly, she said “Na ije gado dwae?” Meaning 'Can I go now'. That earned her a approving smile and her ticket out the door.

o o o

The wind whipped through her hair and her floral black dress floated behind her like a flag as her skateboard zipped over the pavement. She laughed, the sound stolen by the rush of cool night air. Jace must have looked ridiculous-- facy cocktail dress, dirty old sneakers and her old navy shoulder satchel, taring through town like she didn't have a care in the world- and maybe she didn't... at least for the moment. Her skateboard felt like an extension of herself- as natural as breathing. The freedom, the adrenaline- it was her escape, her calm, her silent rebellion.

She skidded to a stop outside Damien's place and hopped off, tucking the board under one arm. His mom greeted her with a beaming smile.

"You look beautiful Jace!" Jacinta awkwardly acknowledged her comment with a polite 'Thank-you'. Jacinta left the scuffed white sneakers at the door and replaced them with a pair of shiny black flats, wincing as the pointed tip pinced her toes. Why did formal shoes always feel like a torture device? Once inside she excused herself to the bathroom to fix her windswept hair and re-apply her lipstick. Standing back, she barely recognised herself in the mirror. Her black dress with it's delicate pink flowers and a cinched waist, billowed gracefully when she walked, transforming her boney knees and thin legs into something almost elegant. Her eyes sparkled with carefully blended eyeshaddow- Her lips shone in a bright cherry red.

Her grandmother had outdone herself.

Back in the living room Jace posed for pictures with Damien and Harvey. She teased Damien mercilessly but found herself stealing glances at Harvey. She wanted desperately to take one photo with Harvey- something to keep, but she had no idea how to ask without making her crush painfully obvious. The last thing she needed was Damien to catch on and start running his mouth.

Speaking of witch, Damien's mom was in full storytelling mode- recounting one of Damien's disastrous middle school dances. Having experienced trouble at them in the past herself, she offered her friend an exaggerated eyeroll behind her back as he ushered them out the door.

Jacinta wasted no time buckling up- and good thing because no sooner had she closed her door and he was already speeding off down the road. Jacinta didn’t say anything- however she did find herself gripping the handle on the door like her life depended on it. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. They arrived at the school in record time and Jacinta didn't even attempt to hide her relieved sigh.

As they entered the throng of dressed up teens and pulsing corny music, Jace walked beside Harvey, Damien a few steps ahead, his eyes searching for someone in the crowd. She stole a glance at Harvey, doing her best not too look too much at him. If he caught her looking, she’d just smile. Cool, casual, totally nothing else. “Been to many of these kinda things?” She asked tilting her head towards him “This is certainly my first school dance with any sort of good company” She chuckled, making light of what was actually quite a dark time in her young life. Her attention shifted to Damien who was looking back at them now ‘They do king and queen shit here?’ Jace shrugged “Yeah, think so.” She said but he was already back to his mad search.

Amused, she watched the moment he found who he was looking for. His eyes lit up and he turned to them excitedly- a smile that nearly rivaled the one he'd worn earlier speeding down the road with reckless glee.

"See her? Yeah, see, that's Luci. The leading lady for our movie," he said as he slipped inbetween them and elbowed Harvey lightly in the ribs "and the girl that I went on a date with the other day. Remember? You guys didn't answer your phones when I was all like... 'hey, that bitch shoved me in a bush.'

Uh oh

Jace had almost forgotten about their little camping trip and the… miscommunication that had resulted in Damien not being invited by either of them. She could already feel the incoming storm brewing. He was going to be so pissed at them for that. Trying to mask her worry for now, she smirked in the direction her friend was pointing. “That’s stalker girl? The one who lives in your walls?” She joked quickly regaining her composure “Well… well… well. Well done Slater! She exists! Lets go meet your dream girl before she shoves you in another bush” Jace suggested with a laugh, shooting her own elbow towards his ribs. She took a confident stride forward and looked back at Damien, beckoning “Come on! Introduce us then”








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Picking Carmen’s car out of the entire lot wasn’t too hard, Wes had ridden in it at least once so he’d had that memory of it to rely upon even in spite of the cravings that were quickly starting to cloud his head. By this point, he could have a wild stallion running at him full charge and the only thing he could care about would still be just where his next hit would come from. Thank god for Carmen Tate coming through even on what was supposed to be a busy night.

He watched her appear from out of the building from across the way and approach her at the vehicle
“Evening, Cali.”
He said, still trying to see as pulled together as he could manage. While she already knew full well that he wasn’t okay, there was a difference between buying drugs with a girl and fully tweaking out in front of her.

As her car keys clattered to the pavement he stared down at them waiting to see just how they would be getting where they needed to in the side of the door. Every second that passed was another one towards the ticking time bomb that was his own body preparing to turn against him.

His eyes flickered up to Carmen’s as she made a humble request for him to pick them up for the sake of her modesty. Wes didn’t speak a word, but acted upon her request. A stifled groan rattled out of his throat as he was bending down to retrieve the key ring, an embarrassing result of the soreness in his legs suddenly retaking the burden of his weight and crouching to the ground in such short succession.

Trying to move past the discomfort he passed her keys off, staying quiet as she shimmied into the backseat of her own car. Her warm fingers clasped around his wrist, gently tugging him inside leaving him momentarily caught between the subtle sting of a touch he was not prepared for and the heat of feeling a small portion of her body against his.

He closed the door to keep the windchill off their bodies, particularly Carmen and her lack of clothes. Speaking of, he kept his gaze towards the window on his side of the backseat while she was climbing over the center console. He wasn’t sure if anything was potentially exposed, but he wasn’t trying to find out either.

“Oh, fuck, yes. More than okay, this is great.”
Wes quickly set to prying the bottle open as quickly as his unsteady hands could manage almost as soon as the bottle landed in his grasp
“Thank you, I owe you one.”
Between the withdrawal, the anticipation, and the usual tremors it wasn’t exactly a smooth motion, but within seconds he was shaking several small, chalky objects into his palm.

In the dim light he poked between them briefly, trying to decipher what he was working with here. There were a few he recognized to be his preferred poison, opioids. The specific name or brand or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. The important things were it would get him high, and it would make the pain go away.

Relief was close, but he wanted it now.

Wes dropped the pills into the well of the bottle’s lid and placed the bottom of the bottle over it, sandwiching the medications between the two pieces of plastic and applying pressure from both sides until the body of the pill gave way into a powder with an audible crunch.

He shook out a small amount of the product onto the back of his hand, balancing the capful of the remaining amount on his lap. Even in the face of an aching body and shaking hands the routine he took part in was as rehearsed as a ballet production. From how he lifted his hand towards his face to just how effortlessly he snorted it shortly thereafter.

His head leaned back against the headrest with a sigh, both content with knowing he’d be feeling much better soon and mentally considering when he ought to be prepping his next line to ensure the good times would be continuing to roll.


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After a solid evening getting ready listening to a little classic rock and roll while tussling their hair and applying their makeup, Ines and Lacey had put the finishing touches on their respective homecoming outfits. Despite their enrollment in separate high schools, distance could not drive a wedge between two girls who had been friends since preschool.

Mr. Kavanagh had been nice enough to not only offer his home for the girls to get ready for the dance as well as ferry them to it as well. They could’ve had a perfectly good night together, although each girl had already set their sights on spending a little time with each of their respective someones who had been mentioned repeatedly in Ines and Lacey’s text conversations.

After a promise to keep each other posted on any potential updates Ines made her way into the crowds of the students gathered at the dance in search of the boy who had asked her there. Even in the days leading up to the dance she could hardly believe that Drake Martin, the sometimes-dorky-sometimes-stoned running back of the Haven Falls football team, had asked her to homecoming. A little casually, over text to be specific, but still he had put the offer out and she quickly accepted. The benefit of it being over the phone, he had no idea of just how flattered and excited she had felt because of his ask.

She smoothed over the lilac fabric of her dress, a good deal more feminine that she was usually dressed but still within her style enough. Hopefully it wasn’t too much of a shift for Drake to see her in a dress instead of Levi jeans that smell like weed.

Finally she laid eyes on him, lingering somewhere on the outskirts of the dance but with his usual buddies nowhere to be seen on account of the whole Carmen thing. He was wide open to be approached and Ines fully intended to take advantage of that before she lost her nerve. God, how stupid would it be to chicken out on talking to your DATE.


 









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Mickey was still a little uncertain of where he stood with Jules. They’d had one ‘non-date’ date to the bookstore, had plenty of fun conversations over text, oh yeah, and they’d shared a margarita too. He’d agreed when she asked him to the dance, but he happened to have said yes so quickly that he hadn’t thought to ask if it was as friends, or something more.

Regardless, he had plans to give her a good evening.

So to the mirror it was to freshen up his shag and make sure his shirt and jacket were laying properly. He briefly debated whether or not the flower was too dressy but settled on leaving it where it was.

His phone was fully charged and in his pocket, his hair was… well, as good as it was going to get. Before long it was off to the races, the metaphorical ones of course, he was really heading to the homecoming dance to see Jules.

She had sent him a picture of her dress not too long ago, a nice blue that should play nicely with the orange which not only was a complimentary shade, but also conveniently his favorite. Who doesn’t love a nice bright orange? Not traffic cone orange though, more like a sunset.

Mickey fiddled with the extra flower he had grabbed to gift to Jules, pondering if the gesture was too romantic or just a simple pledge to coordinate their ensembles. There wouldn’t be much more time to think as he was soon inside the building and gazing upon the somewhat cheap looking, but still fun, decorations and lights. Music was booming, not what he would’ve picked but some solid choices all in all.

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A thing to note was that when Drake had invited Ines to the dance, he'd meant it in a we should hang as friend dates type of thing. It was the same kind of way he'd have asked Tucker and Ever to hangout, if they'd all been on speaking terms -- although he would've asked them in a much more romantic-ish way, but trust him, it was all still real platonic.

He'd already arrived at the dance, wearing a little-bit-too-big white dress shirt that he'd borrowed from his older brother, and a simple pair of jeans, 'cause Mason's fancy pants didn't fit him. And it wasn't like he was about to go out and buy real fancy pants for what, a one night stand type a thing? Nah.

(One night stand as in, Homecoming was only for a single night, ya know?)

(It made sense in his head.)

As he'd floated around, wasting away his night, he hadn't noticed Ines come in at first -- but then he did. Maybe she'd escaped his line of sight at first, 'cause she was wearing a freaking dress, and was all done up all real pretty like. So he excused himself from his friends and headed towards her, his hands resting in the front pockets of his jeans.

"Wow," he said with a little, dramatic whistle as he examined her. "You look freakin' gorgeous, ya know that?" Drake asked, his lips pressing up into that lopsided smile.

"Ya know, I've been waitin' for you all night."

Well, it wasn't a total lie.

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As the playful whistle from Drake’s lips hit Ines’ ears she felt a blush creep into her cheeks that she secretly hoped that there was enough artificial blush applied to disguise it a little. There was already a chink in her ‘cool girl’ armor, but it was still too soon to let it come all the way down to the ground just yet.

The shot (Or two but who’s counting?) of Pink Whitney she’d had back at Lacey’s was swirling around in her stomach alongside the wings of butterflies. She gave a little twirl, thoroughly showing off her outfit to Drake. His own apparel wasn’t quite the same level of prestige, but he still looked plenty good in it and the two of them would look just fine together on the dance floor.

“Thank you.”
She said through a small giggle
“I clean up pretty good, huh?”
Picking up the edge of her skirt she did a mock curtsey, one that any real member of royalty would cringe at but Mia Thermopolis would probably give her at least a C+.

Her own teeth settled into her bottom lip as she remained fixated on his own grin appearing with that lopsided smile that made her act like a fucking idiot.

Maybe it was too soon, but maybe it was just the right time… This was a date after all. He’d asked her to this dance, what else could anyone expect in a time and place like this? Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe she was underthinking it. Maybe she needed to stop thinking at all for a minute.
Don’t think, just do.

“Hey. I have a surprise for you, shut your eyes.”
She said over the hum of life and music that surrounded them. Ines took a metaphorical step towards a metaphorical cliff, as well as a realer one towards the realer Drake as she watched him, somewhat shockingly, comply with her request and shut his lids over the warm brown irises she had been fixated on.

Their two pairs of sneakers almost touched as she inched a bit closer to him. Ok, she was in it now, she was doing this. Her hand grazed his chest as she prepared to steady herself before it landed on his shoulder where she gently gripped the slender yet muscled portion of his upper arm, draped lightly in the fabric of a shirt that was just too big enough to drape but close enough to still seem handsome.

Ines didn’t even need to get on her tiptoes to press her lips against his. Passing off a smidge of the tinted lip balm she’d applied off to him but not in a particularly visible way as she caressed his bottom lip with her own. Evidence of their physical intimacy that only she could see as she pulled away.

Much to her relief, it was as enjoyable to be pressed against those lips as it had been to simply fantasize about it.


 
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