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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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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.

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LOCATION: Halloween Festival

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Lindsey Sinclair

Why are you looking as if I was abnormal?
I guess you're right, I never tried to be normal

Lindsey always loved Halloween, and this year was no exception. Naturally, she had her costume picked out weeks in advance. Now that the day was finally here, she’d made sure her hair was freshly dyed a vivid electric blue for the occasion. While a Sailor Senshi was fairly tame compared to some of the skimpier costumes the other girls would wear, in her everyday life, Lindsey mostly stuck to baggy, oversized clothing. A pleated miniskirt wasn’t something she’d usually have the nerve to venture out in. But that was the beauty or Halloween; you could be somebody else for the night.

Lindsey got to the fête before nightfall, too pumped to wait around at home any longer. She was excited to see the festival of course, but mostly to hang out with Seth. He would be busy working at the radio station booth though, so Lindsey had to entertain herself for a while before he was free to goof off with her. She spent the time wandering around the festival, taking in all the booths, spooky exhibits, and decorations they had this year.

She knew she ought to try to find some of her friends at the festival instead of arranging her whole night around Seth, getting her hopes up. Even at her young age, the girl was beginning to learn things rarely work out the way you want them to–thanks, in no small part, to her disastrous homecoming date with Bentley. But still, her half-hearted attempt to seek out friends quickly turned into actively avoiding anyone she knew there. No small feat, considering what a small town Haven Falls was.

And in her eagerness, Lindsey couldn't help but seek out Seth a few minutes early, spying her handsome friend posted up at the radio station booth. She took a moment to smooth out her royal blue skirt and adjust her costume to perfection before scampering over to get–or more accurately, demand his attention.

“I am Pretty Guardian Sailor Mercury!” Lindsey shouted at Seth from a few feet away, posing with a salute and exaggerated wink. “And in the name of the moon, I will PUNISH YOU!” She took the hand from her forehead and outstretched it to point at him before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“What up, neeerd??” She asked cheerfully, skipping over to the booth. Imagine calling someone a nerd after greeting them with that ridiculous little display.

Because he was behind the booth, Seth was spared Lindsey's standard greeting reserved for all her favorite people, which was to nearly tackle them to the ground in an overzealous hug. But since she’d arrived too early, he was treated to some whining instead. “Seeethyyyy. Are you almost done??” She pouted, heaving a dramatic sigh whilst leaning listlessly against the booth, as if she was starting to wilt under the agony of being kept waiting.

“Am I allowed back there?” Lindsey leaned forward, eyeing his side of the booth. “Would we get into trouble??” There was a mischievous glint in her chocolate brown eyes, as if she was actually hoping for that, or at least the thrill of breaking a rule. Before he could answer, she ducked underneath the makeshift counter and popped up a second later, now grinning beside him.

“Nice onesie,” Lindsey snickered, glancing over the kigurumi he wore, though she couldn't be sure what character it represented until he pulled its floppy hood up. “What the hell are you supposed to be??”

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SETH ALLONS
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"Saw a world in a race to the grave
Finally found something that I’m winning
And I’ve got time to think about it
-State line to state line-
I wanna tell you but wait
-State line to state line-
Oh but wait, who’s gonna believe me now?"
— Timeshares, "State Line to State Line"​

Since moving to Haven Falls, Seth had been moving at a million miles an hour and there seemed like no end in sight for the tiring teenager. It turned out “interning” for the radio station included just straight-up running the station on weekends, and saving Mr. Jethro the need to bother himself with silly things like running raffles or doing giveaways at town or school functions. Having free reign over the station for a few hours on the weekend was cool as hell, but Seth really would have enjoyed having his whole Halloween to himself; instead he spent most of the day running errands for Mr. Jethro in—picking up a few shirts (and a little somethin’ special for Linds), a couple rolls of raffle tickets, a couple cheapo lawn chairs, and the table, cloth, and backdrop for the “booth”. At least his mom never seemed to care when he just snagged the car if he needed to.

A couple of hours turned into five or six, and suddenly the day was gone and it was time to set up for the festival. Seth was exhausted already, but he was able to snag some coffee before having to set up the booth. As someone sorta familiar with stage crew work, Seth was a little upset with how simple the booth was: just a long, plastic table covered by a black cloth to match the hastily-painted wooden panel he’d borrowed from the community theater. He pinned white, cut-out letters and numbers “91.9 HF.FM” to the backdrop, set up the lone shirt design in its different sizes atop the table, and flanked them with wheels of raffle tickets and donation boxes. He scrounged up some paper and a sharpie to scrawl out: “DONATE TO HF.FM TODAY! CHANCE TO WIN CONCERT TICKETS, MULTIPLE WINNERS! $1 = 1 TICKET, $4 FOR 5 TICKETS”

Just before people started arriving to actually attend the festival, Seth stole away to his car and changed into the ridiculous pink onesie he’d agreed to wear with Ana. He still barely knew who the character was, but that wasn’t really the point. It was just the right kind of silly that Seth didn’t mind wearing it, especially if it was a dumb bit he was in on with a friend. Of course, while he was stopping off at his car, Seth grabbed his cigarette case full of joints and a lighter; he lit one up, taking a couple of puffs before duffing it out and grabbing the cheapest pair of sunglasses he had laying around in his car—a pair that looked like something the Blues Brothers would wear.

The night started out as slow as he expected. Every now and again Seth saw somebody he recognized pass by, waving hello but never bothering them to come over and join him. A few random people he didn’t know stopped by to drop off a couple dollars or just tell him he looked ridiculous before wandering off.

His head bobbed to the soft sound of music from the stage where students were performing, wondering what he might have played if he had the time. Seth really did look ridiculous, the soft, pink onesie adding mass to his thin frame while his face and sunglasses betrayed the visage of someone wearing something way cooler than a Lilo and Stitch onesie. While he bumped to the distant music, eyes closing slightly, he missed Lindsey scampering from his periphery:

“I am Pretty Guardian Sailor Mercury!” she shouted, hitting the pose and winking so exaggeratedly Seth snickered slightly before realizing what was even going on, literally doing a double take when he realized it was actually Lindsey. “And in the name of the moon I will PUNISH YOU!”

Lindsey pointed directly at him and fell into a fit of giggles. Seth’s eyebrows raised from behind his sunglasses; he wasn’t drinking anything but suddenly he found himself choking slightly, suppressing a small cough with his elbow. He wasn’t one for speechlessness usually, this was very much unlike the Lindsey he’d come to know, enough that it stumped him just a bit.

“What up, neeeerd??” she asked, skipping over to the booth. There was the Lindsey he knew.

“Nothin’, Linds. Just getting mobbed by the masses for raffle tickets,” he said with a goofy grin, looking around and pantomiming like he was being crowded and assaulted, “no, please, please, there’s enough for everybody, please, no—ahhhhhhh!”

He drooped to his side to disappear out of view for a second before popping back up, laughing at his own joke.

“Seeeethyyyy, are you almost done?” Linds asked, leaning, bored, against the booth. Then she leaned further, eyeing the empty chair next to him on his side. Her chocolate brown eyes glistened with minor criminal intent. “Am I allowed back there? Would we get into trouble??”

“Well, maybe—” he started to say, playing along with her game for the split-second she waited before scooting under the table to pop up on his side, grinning wildly. Seth slid his sunglasses down to look into her brown eyes with his own, his irises like pale brown marbles. He didn't say it out loud, but his look read something like: ya coulda gone around!! “I didn’t know Pretty Guardian Sailor Mercury was a petty criminal!” Seth chuckled, ignoring the emphasis he’d placed on the pretty party of her title, “Now who needs punishment huh?”

“Nice onesie,” Lindsey snickered, paying him no attention as she looked him up and down trying to discern whatever the hell his costume was. “What the hell are you supposed to be??”

Ready for such a question, Seth pulled the hood down over his face, giving a clear view of the Angel face that Lindsey might recognize.

“I’m a biblically accurate Angel,” he said in a deadly serious tone before pausing and self-correcting, “I mean I’m uh Angel from Lilo and Stitch, I think.”

Seth ripped the hood back to free his face up again, adjusting the sunglasses back over his eyes and fixing his hair—he hadn’t cut it in a couple of months, and his hair suddenly started falling everywhere: over his face, flopping over his ears, wrapping around his neck; it was becoming a mess, and he constantly had to fix some part of it.

“Your costume is…great, uh, great costume by the way you really look…really great, yeah, wow.” Seth said, trying to compliment her, instead realizing he needed a drink of water or something. What the fuck was wrong with him? The teen remembered his gift, reaching down under the table to pull out a small, plastic case of wrapped up, extra shirts. From the bottom, Seth pulled out a lone, oversized hoodie. “Got this hoodie made for you, I know they’re more your style or whatever. Might help keep you extra warm tonight, too! Oh and if you want a shirt you can take one of those too, no worries.”

He paused for a second, letting Linds take the hoodie and shirt before pointing with his thumb toward the haunted house.

“I’m pretty sure I can duck out now if you wanna get goin.” Seth said, a smirk creeping across his face. “You sure you’re ready for a haunted house though, Sailor Mercury???”

 

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K

at watched almost unblinkingly as the announcer stepped onto the stage, said a few words about the last act, and then introduced Lacey. She lifted the camera, thumb poised over the record button. Ready. She held her hands still, trying to steady her breath so the shot would come out clean. Hopefully the audio would sound decent—hopefully they’d gotten close enough to the stage. To her right, someone was loudly eating snacks. Kat side-eyed him and shuffled a little to the left. Imagine playing this back later and all she could hear was muffled chewing.

Her eyes snapped back to the stage hearing movement. Lacey had stepped into view.

Kat hit record.

She watched as her friend walked toward the mic—too slowly. Nervous. Unsteady. Now she stood in front of it, silent, eyes scanning the crowd like a deer caught in headlights. Her hands fumbled between the cords. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again, but no sound came out. Kat’s heart sank. Her free hand fidgeted at her belt; she chewed the inside of her cheek. She knew what this was. She had felt it—could feel it now, like it was happening to her.

Her first panic attack had hit when she was twelve or thirteen. A class presentation, someone’s snide comment followed by a snicker. Suddenly it felt like everyone in that classroom was staring, judging, suffocating her.

When Lacey’s hand moved to her chest—rubbing—Kat shut off the camera and passed it wordlessly to her sister. She didn’t need to say anything. She already knew what was about to happen.

And sure enough, it happened. Lacey bolted off stage left without having sung or strummed a single note.

“I gotta go talk to her,” Kat said over her shoulder to Ines, already moving, shimmying past knees as fast as she could without stacking it or spilling someone’s drink. She hurried around to the left side of the stage, scanning the wings.

“Lacey?” she called, eyes darting. Then she saw her.

Kat approached slowly. “Hey, Lace. Take my hand?”

She extended her hand gently, guiding her friend away from the stage, behind a post—somewhere quieter, somewhere the crowd noise softened. Her own hands were steady now. Her heart thumped in her chest loudly but her face remained empathetic and calm. Once they had stopped walking, she gave Lacey's hand a tiny squeeze, trying to ground her, and met her eyes.

“Hey, look at me, alright? I got you.” Her voice was calm, soft. “Here, I’ve got water. Just try to breathe, okay?”

She dug into her bag, pulled out her baby pink water bottle, and handed it over.

If Lacey began to calm down, Kat would talk to her. Remind her how excited she’d been. How perfect her song was. How beautiful she sounded in that recording Kat had listened to a whole bunch of times. And, most importantly, that she still had time. But for now, she stayed beside her, steady and present. One hand held out, the other ready to catch her if she needed it.

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

Kat Burke

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Ines.

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Nervous

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medusa costume

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Ines hadn’t seen Lacey scared in… quite possibly ever. Sure the two of them had faced their fair share of moments that could be considered ‘scary’ within the realm of everyday life. Nothing like this though, nothing that had either of them looking like the grim reaper was literally descending on her.

The camera was shoved into her hands from Kat’s in a blur, the two of them were up from their seats and moving. Ines was really starting to wish she had picked a different pair of shoes as she abruptly rolled her ankle turning a corner with her sister where they ran into Lacey.

She wanted to help, she really did. It just happened that Kat seemed to know a whole hell of a lot more than Ines did about this kind of thing. Yet another divide between the Burke sisters. Ines couldn’t help but just let her older sister take the wheel for the moment. What would she even do? Crack a joke? Yeah, probably not what was best for the situation.

Standing besides her level-headed sister as she handled the situation while she wiped her hands on the green fabric of her skirt. She offered a slight smile, trying to stay in the moment as best she could. Just being there didn’t feel like nearly enough support for the person who was supposed to be her very best friend in the world, but maybe that was all she could do

“We’re here for you, Lace.”

She managed to say as she reached up and pulled her snake headband off, wincing slightly as it tangled in her wild curls.

 

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Sophia Price

the sad girl

Phia knew exactly that eating expired Twinkies wasn’t the definition of a proper meal, and that was the reason she almost saw herself as if she was in a constant state of hibernation, not wholly asleep, but wasting the least amount of energy possible, and yet, she had done more exercise just by playing a carnival game than she had did on the last two years, and now she was paying the consequences.

Thankfully, she wasn’t fully passed out, which was a bonus, as she could hear Jonah’s frantic voice trying to get an answer from her. But at that moment, Phia’s only thought was that now she wouldn’t be able to tell her brothers how she played games at the carnival and had fun. Because she knew Nix would contact Jonah to thank him for doing that for Phia, and he would spill the beans on how she almost fainted, making her older brother be worried and think he was doing a terrible job at keeping them alive.

But a brief second later, Phia was considering that she passed out, but not in she would feel better later, but more in she had gone to the other side. Well, she knew she wasn’t that known, but now she was sure she was going to be remembered as the girl who died after playing a ring toss game. And why? Because Mickey Watts was standing right in front of her, maybe that was the way you were received in heaven although she wasn’t a believer, so she wasn’t even sure she had made it there, so there were two things that she was sure off, she wasn’t dead and she was probably hallucinating due to blood sugar if that was even possible.

Because even if she knew he would be at the festival, she never thought that there would be a possibility for them to cross paths. But here he was, the guy that she saw on her phone screen one random day after her parents died when her days were full of darkness and she lived in a constant void. He came into her life like a light that lighted up her life in a way she wasn’t even aware it was possible. Maybe it was the need to hold on to something at that moment when she didn’t know how to cope with the loss of her parents, but Mickey Watts was more than just a guy she was following just because he appeared on a TV show, but he was a beacon in Phia’s life, one that brightened up her days little by little. And if she was being honest, it almost felt that he was fixing something in her. That he didn’t even break up in the first place.

Sure, she knew it was a parasocial relationship, but in all that time Phia saw Mickey as her first true friend, even if he didn’t know her as Phia, but more as his fan account. But she was okay with it because that brought them closer in a sense. She remembered how she went as fast as she could to buy a stamp so she could mail her drawing when he agreed to have it, or how she felt a sense of pride when he told her she had helped him choose his song for the festival. Because in reality, Mickey made her feel special when she saw herself as nothing more than ordinary.

But her daydreaming was cut short the moment she heard the sound of wood being hit by none other than Mickey, making her flinch, which brought her back to reality or at least to a more conscious level at least to be able to whisper to Jonah, making sure Mickey wouldn’t hear it

“I think he lost his EpiPen.”

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