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Luciana Navarro Berrocal

the cool girl

Luci didn’t understand why Carmen was doing that, and apparently, neither did Carmen. Her stammering didn’t showcase the confidence someone would have in their actions if she had to describe them. Carmen was ashamed to be caught up instead of owning it and portraying it with confidence.

And then Carmen spoke, questioning her intentions, and why she cared so much about why she disliked so much the concept of Carmen doing drugs.

“I have my fucking own personal reasons on why I am so adamant about all of this. And you can handle it for now, and then what? When your starting dosage won’t do anything anymore, what are you going to do? Do more, thinking that you can handle it and just doing that cycle over and over until you need it as if it were oxygen.”

She said angrily.

“You know what? Don’t answer me, you are going to come up with a stupid excuse, and right now talking to you feels like I am talking to a wall.”

The more the conversation continued, the more Luci became angrier. There was not going to be a good outcome for it. Luci wouldn’t make Carmen stop and she wouldn’t accept that Luci was right.

“Well, when your fun comes and bites you in the ass. Do not dare and come crying, asking me for help or comprehension, you are on your fucking own since I doubt when shit hits the fan, Wes it’s going to be there because by then he is going to be rotting 6 feet underground after overdosing, which now that I think about it, doesn’t sound that bad.”

She said, before throwing the fixed tail at Carmen.

“Here’s your stupid tail, use it or not, I don’t fucking care. I’m done with this stupid festival.”

She added before storming out of the room.

As Luci left the dressing room and exited, the first person that she encountered was none other than Koko, great Luci wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of her, not because she had done something to her, but more because she could see there was something behind that fake innocence she carried herself around, Luci saw her having a cigarette and in that moment of turmoil maybe that’s what she needed to calm her nerves.

“You have an extra one? I seriously need to destress.”

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ujiko didn’t look up as Luci left the building. That one still didn’t trust her. She hadn’t expected the brunette to approach her, let alone ask for something. But Luci’s voice cut through the quiet, raw with the frustration of her argument.

“You have an extra one? I seriously need to destress.”

Fujiko glanced at her briefly. Angry—sure. Luci always had a temper. But there was unmistakable hurt in her eyes, the kind that sat just beneath the surface.

Without a word, Fujiko slipped her hand into her purse, pulled out her tobacco, and rolled a second cigarette. Her dark eyes met Luci’s as she handed it over and offered her a light. She inhaled deeply, the burn settling in her chest before smoothing out into a slow exhale. Smoke curled lazily into the air, stretching thin against the night.

“Snorting pills, huh.”

The words barely stirred the air between them. Fujiko didn’t blink, didn’t move. Just let the statement settle. She made it clear she’d overheard—but just as clear that she was on Luci’s side. She didn’t have to think about how she held herself or how she spoke. She simply allowed herself to feel it—the disappointment, the worry, the pain.

Her free arm tucked in, just slightly—too close. A tell. Her fingers twitched, then stilled as she flicked ash from her lap, as if that had been the reason she moved at all.

Luci and Fujiko were perfectly aligned on the subject they were smoking over. The only key difference was how they carried it. Luci was angry, unheard, desperate to make her friend see her choices the way she did. Fujiko knew better. Knew that no one could help Carmen but Carmen herself. She suspected Luci had also loved an addict—or at least had one color her past in some way.

“I caught Carmen during homecoming.” Fujiko laughed, humorless. “As high off of infatuation as she was opioids.”
She spoke quietly, her nose slightly wrinkled as she remembered Kame embracing her ghoulish cowboy. And the look. The love drunk, dreamy, gaze. And then there was the scathing look Wes had given Fujiko herself. Dangerous, like a cornered dog. She fought the shudder that wanted to come out and sighed, exhaling smoke through her nose before looking at Luci pointedly.

“You should look out for yourself, Luci. Don’t put all your energy into fighting Carmen’s battle. No one can fight it but her. I’ve seen it before.”

She frowned and looked away again. Maybe she’d said too much. She took a slow drag, exhaling as she forced her shoulders to relax, smoothing her face into neutrality. She flicked the cigarette, watching embers scatter before stamping them out beneath her heel. For a moment, she just sat with the silence, letting it breathe. Then, finally—“If you need to vent, I’ve got time.”

"I will not fall to my own feelings"

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Mickey.

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Seriously freaking out

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werewolf hoodie + jeans

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halloween festival

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Mickey ensured the clasps on his guitar case was shut properly before grabbing the well worn faux leather handle, small black flecks coming off into his hand as always. He carried it over to the portion of backstage dedicated for students to store their items to be used at the school’s showcase before or after their individual performances. Now that he was finished, his cover of Sufjan Stevens’ Chicago having seemed to please the audience, he was certainly happy with himself, he placed the case on the table beside the paper nametag reading out ‘M. WATTS’ and retreated out the back exit and onto the street.

He made his way around the various obstacles in his way on the busy walkways, children in costume, puddles of what was hopefully beer, small piles of trash. None of them bothered him nearly as much as his current focus, the tag of his hoodie slicing up the back of his neck like a razor blade. It ended up bothering him much more than he anticipated, to the point his feet were already traversing the well known path back to his dorm to change and come back. He wouldn’t be too long, walking to or from pretty much anywhere in this town was never all that long.

Weaving through the crowds he cut through an aisle that was mainly occupied by various, probably rigged, games being played by the patrons of the festival. Amidst the many faces, there was a familiar one making a rather unfamiliar expression.

Jonah’s brunet eyebrows were cinched together tighter than he used to when he was agonizing over whether or not to ask out Lacey as he sat at a picnic table beside a frail young woman leaning into him as if she might fly away into the depths of space without his touch.

To put it simply, she didn’t look good.

“Hey, man.”

Mickey said, idling on his own mission and pulling over to the side towards Jonah and the girl. He pushed his werewolf themed hood down off his head, exposing his own shaggy hair and face, just in case this girl was having some kind of bad trip and the sight of a wolfman, even one that looked like Mickey, would send her right over the edge.

He gestured towards the girl as he approached the table, his hip almost leaning against the material of the surface

“She alright?”

Mickey asked, his eyes softening with concern “I’m no medical professional but if this is a blood sugar thing I might be of some help.” He began to lightly pat down his pockets, looking for the candy bar he’d stashed earlier with intent to eat it after he got off stage, but he wasn’t exactly as hungry as he was apparently planning for.

“I should have a Twix here somewhere...”

The speed of his hands searching increased steadily as he realized the back pockets of his jeans were empty, as were the front pockets. He slipped a hand into each pocket of his hoodie and was horrified to realize that denim graced his fingertips. Mickey’s hand had gone right through the bottom of the fabric pocket, through a hole.

“Oh, c’mon. No, no, no, no, no!”

He’d forced his hand inside almost up to the elbow, just to be really sure that he was in fact a real hole and the candy he’d stashed was no longer with him

But that wasn’t what he was upset about. It was more so the three hundred dollar Epipen that he never went anywhere without that was also missing he was thinking of. The very thing that kept him from literally dying should he come in contact with his nemesis, the tree nut.

“Fuck!”

Mickey hollered, driving a fist cinched in frustration against the table. A bruise was most definitely beginning to bloom on his knuckles. His fucking Epipen was gone

Sure, he’d only ever needed it a total of three times, the most recent of all the uses having been last year at the coffee shop in town when the barista had mistakenly put almond milk in his latte. That was still three times too many that he’d felt the muscles of his throat squeezing shut like he had a noose around his neck.

And if that was bad, Mickey never dared to imagine what it might feel like if someday he hadn’t had his Epipen. He’d been so good at always making sure to have it physically on his person, even to the point of refusing to part with it when filming The Showcase. But apparently all it took to separate himself from safety and the fine veil of death was a stupid werewolf hoodie.

The crisp edge of the tag on his neck felt all that much more sharp, like it could be drawing blood by now while it seemed the earth beneath Mickey’s feet was no longer solid ground, like he was sinking into it. Through the canvas of his sneakers he tried to drive his toes into the ground to maintain his balance.

“Where the fuck is it?”

He asked, obviously rhetorically as he began to smooth his hands over the same pockets he’d already established to be empty.

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he line for the beer tent crawled forward at a glacial pace. Nix shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying to ignore the creeping pull in his chest. His conversation with Dal had left him raw, but for once, it wasn’t just in the usual way. There had been hope in it—thin and fragile, but there. That should have been a good thing. Instead, it terrified him.

Hope meant expectations. Meant having something to lose.

So he stood in line, ready to poison himself again. But maybe—just one or two. Just to take the edge off, just enough to enjoy himself without sinking. He’d called Frannie while waiting, and for once, she might actually show. He couldn’t be keeled over sick, reeking of alcohol and regret, not with her around.

When he got to the front, he barely glanced at the options before settling on a spiced cider. Something festive. Like that made a difference.

Drink in hand, he found a spot on a bench tucked behind the food stalls. Away from the worst of the crowd. Away from people. Guess he couldn’t shake the habit of hiding, even when things were looking up. The first sip was crisp, cold, a relief on his tongue. He closed his eyes and let it settle. The world blurred around him as he drank, but his thoughts didn’t quiet.

By the time he looked down, the cup was already empty.

Nix exhaled through his nose, staring at the plastic like it had betrayed him. He checked his phone. No new messages. No sign of Frannie. The festival around him buzzed with life—kids sprinting past in costumes, teens hanging off each other, vendors calling out from stalls. It all felt so far away. He opened Ash’s messages, reading them over again. A party. The idea of himself at a party almost made him laugh. He knew what this was. She felt bad for him. He was the sad boy with no friends, no clue how to have fun.

But maybe she was right. Maybe he needed this. Maybe they both did. Frannie had been isolating too, sinking into her couch, watching the same reruns over and over. She always wanted more from him. More life, more fun. Maybe tonight he could try. They were still teenagers for one more year. Shouldn't they act like it?

His knee bounced restlessly as he waited. His eyes kept flicking toward the beer tent. His stomach twisted with self-loathing. The pressure built, thoughts stacking one on top of the other until they drowned out the music, the laughter, everything.

Frannie isn’t coming.
No one is coming for you.
You’re pathetic. No one needs you.

Nix exhaled sharply and stood- too fast as if trying to physically distance himself from the spiraling thoughts. The ground swayed beneath him. His stomach churned. Maybe food would help—soak up the alcohol, give him something to focus on. But as soon as the thought entered his head, his appetite vanished. Everything smelled like grease and sugar. Heavy, overwhelming, too much. He’d always been like this—barely stomaching more than plain foods as a kid. It had gotten better, but not by much.

Fuck it.

He got back in line.

This time, he ordered three drinks, pretending they weren’t all for him. With his haul, he found an open plastic table among the food stalls and set the extra drinks at the edges, like he was waiting for friends who’d never come.

He tried to pace himself. He really did.

But by the time he finished the first, he was already sliding the second toward himself. His empty stomach made it hit fast, blurring the edges of his anxiety, softening the sharp corners of his mind. By the time he reached for the third, he wasn’t thinking about pacing anymore.

Just one more.

Just until the noise in his head got quiet.

"don’t deserve anything better than this"

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Lacey Marie Kavanagh

the chill girl

TW: Mentions of a panic attack

When her name was announced as the next performer, a rush of adrenaline went all over Lacey’s body. While it was an unknown feeling, Lacey didn’t mind it, because she was sure she was more than ready, she knew the lyrics by heart mostly because she had written it herself and also because every opportunity she had even if it was while she was taking a shower, driving to her job, when she went out to go for a walk with her dog she was rehearsing the song.

She, of course, knew this performance wouldn’t be her breakthrough moment, there wouldn’t be a representative of a music label sitting there watching the performances of some high school students at a school festival ready to sign them, but Lacey saw this as a stepping stone, the first of what could potentially be her life in the future, singing in front of people, writing her songs and just doing what she loved and just the thought made her feel eager, but in the meantime, she would give her best to make the people that came to see her and cheer her on feel proud of her.

But as soon as Lacey started walking towards where the microphone was, she felt that something shifted, she thought it was just nerves after all it was her first time that she was singing in front of a crowd, but the moment she was standing in the middle on the stage everything started to go downhill. She looked at the crowd, trying to find her dad and her friends, but when she did that she realized the amount of people that were there. Some would have said that it was empty, but for Lacey, it felt like the room was filled with people that not even a needle would fit even if she tried, and without noticing, she started feeling suffocated, which was ridiculous because they were outside.

But the more she tried to not think about it, the more she felt her heart racing as if she had just run a marathon and pounding as loud that she was able to hear it, she was even sure everyone could hear it due to the microphone and that idea just made her feel sick as if by any moment she would throw up; and without thinking, she felt how her hand started rubbing her chest, trying to calm her heart without any success. She had a song to perform, but the seconds felt like ages, and she wasn’t even aware when her hand moved to the neck of her guitar; she couldn’t feel if she was playing the right chord, as her fingers felt numb even if she tried to press harder on the strings. Wait, did the song start on C or G? She couldn’t remember. Was she even in that chord? She couldn’t check even if she wanted to because her eyes were glued to the crowd, feeling bigger and bigger with every blink she gave.

But when the backtrack started, Lacey couldn’t make a lot out of it, it just felt like a distant buzzing, but she could do it, right? She knew the lyrics as if her life depended on it, but the moment she tried to open her mouth to sing, she realized she had forgotten the lyrics, and there was no way to hide it. Doe eyes looked at the crowd as the music continued, they for sure knew she had messed up everything, that she was not as talented enough as her peers, and that she was freaking out in front of a crowd. The place started spinning, which was terrible and Lacey just wanted to get out of there, to run and hide away forever so no one would see her.

And that was exactly what she did or more she did unconsciously, as she can’t remember at which moment she started running out of the stage without saying a word.

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voice cut through the noise of the festival- and the noise in his mind, ripping Byron mercifully away from his troubles.

“You actually came!”

Byron looked up to see Liana—God, had he been so distracted he hadn’t even noticed her approach? Her warm smile tugged a grin onto his face despite himself. It felt kinda good, the attention she was giving him—the way she genuinely seemed to want him here.

“Well, it's good you did. Because this festival? It’s about fun. And I swear, whatever gloomy cloud is hanging over you? I’m making it go kaboom. Vanished.”

“Oh really?” he said with a little smirk, but Liana wasn’t done.

"That's right," she cut in before he could get another word out. Byron didn’t remember her ever being so outspoken—or maybe he just hadn’t paid enough attention to notice? “No moping, no overthinking, no ‘I’d rather be somewhere else’ attitude. You’re stuck with me, and I refuse to let you sulk your way through this.”

Byron’s grin widened, and a surprised laugh escaped him—natural and warm.

“Now, first order of business... food. Because nothing fixes a mood like something deep-fried and unhealthy.” She looked at him expectantly.

“Well, quite the speech, Ana,” he said with mock admiration. “Were you practicing that one in the mirror for me?”

His words were teasing, but the look on his face gave him away—there was genuine warmth behind it. He appreciated the effort she was making just to cheer him up. Byron hadn’t really been his usual self lately. There was just... so much. It felt like there hadn’t been a moment to breathe, let alone relax. But here, now, he felt the tension in his shoulders begin to ease.

She was already enacting her plan, flagging down a food vendor. Byron stood and followed the direction she was looking, then glanced back at her. He caught the shine of the lights reflected in her eyes and forgot what he was about to say. So he just followed her lead, hands in his pockets, a confused fog settling over his usually busy mind.

He let her take the reins, nodding along to whatever she ordered—until he stepped in at the last second to swipe his card. He wasn’t about to let her dictate the evening and pay for it.

Once the food was in hand, they found a spot to sit, and Byron dropped into the seat across from her. He took a bite, and grease immediately coated his fingers. Salty, crispy, objectively terrible for him—and still, the best thing he’d tasted all week.

“Remind me to sulk more often if it gets me fed like this,” he said with a laugh, his easy humor somehow finding its way back. “Stage one of your master plan is well underway.” He took another large bite, raising an eyebrow at her. “What’s next?”

"Let's fucking gooo!"

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parker hunt.

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excited.

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Parker grinned at him and leaned in to let him light the cigarette in her mouth. She took a puff and let the feeling wash over her. She didn't usually smoke cigarettes, but when she was with Baz she'd let herself indulge a little. Smoking made it harder on her lungs to train and since Parker's life revolved around the gym, she couldn't risk that.

Parker faked scoffed at Baz with him saying that someone had challenged him to chug a beer,

"You could chug a beer in your sleep."

She snorted.

"Just the haunted house, anything else is fair game."

Parker loved the adrenaline rush that came with being scared so the haunted house was her bread and butter.

Parker noticed his nervous energy once they arrived. She hopped out of the jeep and smiled at him.

"Let's explore, see what they have. Is there anything you are desperate to do?"

She teased a little.

"I definitely want to play some of the games, ya know? Maybe I'll even win you a big teddy bear if you're lucky."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the festival.

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juliette clark.

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a little sad.

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Jules typically enjoyed Halloween. She loved horror movies and the act of scaring others. But this year she wasn't happy. She would never admit it out loud, but she was sad about the way things had blown up with Mickey. She really liked Carmen as a friend but couldn't shake what the girl had done. Jules took a deep breath, her anxiety creeping up through her body.

She hadn't wanted to be alone and since things were tense with the Margaritaville group, she had asked Damien to do something. Sure, they were at the stupid festival but they had dressed up together. She was dressed in a white sweater and jeans, covered in blood as she was dressed as Drew Barrymore's character from Scream with Damien being Ghost Face.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Damien loudly exclaimed that he was bored. She wasn't necessarily bored but she wanted to get the fuck out of the festival, knowing Mickey would be performing.

"Agreed, want to go be deviant elsewhere?"

She asked her friend and looked towards the exit.

"I'd quite literally rather be anywhere but here."

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Harvey Milk was nervous—something he rarely felt. After all, Movie-Bot 3000s weren’t exactly programmed with anxiety in their default settings. Yet here he was, feeling uncharacteristically unsettled. And it was all because of Jacinta.

One of his closest friends. Someone he’d always thought was effortlessly cool. And now, someone he’d recently learned was… interested.

In him.

As in, dating him.

After much consideration (and perhaps a bit of gentle prodding from outside forces), Harvey had decided to take the leap. Halloween Night seemed as good a time as any to test the waters of their potential relationship. After all, if nothing else, he certainly had the fear part covered.

He'd invited Jacinta and Seb over to get ready at his place. Including Seb might not have been the best idea, but hey—Harvey was new to all this. He was still figuring it out.

His room was in the basement, its walls lined with movie posters and shelves overflowing with physical media—his number one passion on full display. The furniture was mostly functional: a twin bed, a computer desk. The one exception was a giant vanity—a hand-me-down from his mother. That was where he stood when Seb and Jacey finally made their way down the stairs.

Harvey turned to greet them, the same old smile curling at the corner of his lips. Because as nervous as he was, they were still his friends—and seeing them was just as sweet as it had always been.

“Seb, Jace!"

He welcomed them with an excited wave.

"I’ve got a whole bunch of eyeliners—different colors and stuff if you wanna get fancy with it.”

He wiggled his fingers like some sort of magician.

“And of course, lots of black. I got it for under the Bigfoot mask, but…”

He cast a teasing glance and toothy grin over at Seb.

“Might be just
enough for you.”