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Ines.

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Trying her hardest to be supportive

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medusa costume

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the stage at the halloween festival

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Lacey, Kat

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It twisted Ines’ heart in her chest to see both her sister and her best friend in such a state. To be honest it was almost pushing her to the edge of tears, but she wouldn’t let herself cry right now. It wasn’t about her. That was what Ines had been good at, wasn’t she? Making things all about her for no reason.

(One might point to Kat’s sixth birthday for evidence… She still hasn’t felt like she’s apologized enough for that one.)

According to her parents anyways, their eldest child was more of an anxious mess, but their youngest was a chronic attention whore. What else would you call someone who seemed insistent on making all the little cracks that she did, like she was “Insistent on being allergic to significant and serious situations.”

She wiped the back of her hand under her eyes just in case any rogue tears had escaped, possibly smearing her makeup just a little but she had done it messy on purpose. Totally.

“That’s a great idea.”

She said in reply to Kat’s idea. Maybe it was just the nature of her being an older sister that made Kat and her presence a bit comforting. As much as Ines would like to point to all the stupid sibling fights they’d had, at the end of the day even she had to admit that her sister was, honestly, better than her in most ways, especially in a crisis. Except maybe in anything related to extroverted activities.

“If you want to, which I hope you do. Your voice, your music, it’s fucking awesome, Lacey.”

Her voice was enthusiastic, within reason for the occasion of course, the last thing she wanted would be to unnerve Lacey even more than she probably already was given the circumstances

“You are fucking awesome.”

 

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Damien

He glanced back down at the blonde (although to be honest, Damien hardly looked down at anyone given his relatively, ahem, average height), one eyebrow cocked up, his dark eyes squinting ever so slightly at her.

She had his attention -- which, to be fair, wasn't something that was necessarily difficult to garner. How else did you think he managed to sit through every film imaginable, while barely blinking an eye?

(Also, what else was supposed to catch his attention at this stupid, shitty festival?)

"Alright," he said with a quick nod of his head, it not even occurring to him until now -- when he realized how downtrodden Jules appeared -- that her want to leave the festival was likely due to... whatever the hell happened between her and Mickey. Which he kind of knew about, but he'd also gotten a little lost along the way.

Damien gave a tilt of his head, before he started walking.

"What're we supposed to do?" he whined. "My mom's home, so we can't go there. We could go to your place, but..." there was a shrug of his shoulders.

They were almost out of the festival when Damien paused, his eyes glued to one of those scammy festival games, with the stupid little milk bottles set up, with the stupid little balls.

He remembered being young, clinging to his mother's side, when they'd been wandering through a festival like this back in California. There'd been one of these stupid games, and Damien had spent his last dollar playing it -- only to obviously fail miserably. The guy had pity on him (or rather, wanted to impress Damien's mother), and had given him a stuffed animal from the booth -- a little, poorly sewn together stuffed dog with too big of a forehead.

It was his favorite, even if it was currently residing in the bottom of his closet.

"Wanna play?" he asked Jules.

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heir hands released as they approached the game. Parker lit up like a firecracker the second he challenged her. Baz had thought he was competitive—until he met her. Before he’d figured out the line, he’d copped a few solid warning punches over cocky comments. He still toed that line sometimes, of course. He liked seeing that fire in her eyes. She approached the game with full confidence and swagger, like she could pass for the real Bonnie.

"Oh, I’m gonna wipe the floor with you," she declared, scoffing like she was spitting facts.

But Baz had this one in the bag. He could hit a jackrabbit at twenty meters with one eye closed. This plastic gun, no kick, foam bullets? Child’s play. It wasn’t often he beat Parks at anything. He planned to enjoy it.

He stood off to the side, arms crossed, cocky smirk in place.

Hit. Thump.

Baz blinked.

Hit. Thump.

He whistled. "Alright, alright."

She was nailing them. Watching her take aim was unfair—she got that focused look she only pulled out when she was about to wreck someone’s ego. Lip caught between her teeth, shoulders squared, stance solid. Baz stared, momentarily forgetting she was shooting foam darts and not defusing a bomb. She ended up demolishing at least 75% of the targets.

"Not fuckin’ bad, Parks," he said with a grin. "Not good enough, but not bad." He smirked as he took the gun from her.

He waited for the retort. The punch. The bite back.

But Parker had a far dirtier play in mind.

She leaned in, lips close to his ear, whispering—her breath warm against his skin. Her hand ghosted along his shoulders, just enough to make him twitch.

"Do your worst, Clydo."

Oh, you cheeky fucking—

Baz huffed and tried to steady the gun. She knew exactly what she’d done to him. He could feel her eyes burning holes into the back of his head. His hands were slick with sweat. Baz cleared his throat, raised the toy gun, and tried to remember how to breathe. Easy. Just foam and plastic. Point. Aim. Fire.

He missed the first shot.

It didn’t just miss—it veered off like it was trying to escape the tent.

Baz stared at the gun like it had betrayed him.

"...Alright, what the fuck."

He definitely heard Parker snort behind him.

He refused to turn. He knew she was grinning.

Focus. You’ve shot actual rifles. You’ve hit rabbits in the dark. Get it together, mate.

Second shot. Fired too early. Missed again. Baz exhaled a slow, murderous breath. Adjusted his grip like it would help.

Not like her hand just ghosted over your shoulder. Not like she whispered in your ear and short-circuited your brain. Not like your fingers are sweating because you’re thinking about the way she smells instead of the actual damn game.

He heard her shift behind him. Probably folding her arms. Smirking.

"Do your worst, Clydo."

Oh, he was doing his worst alright.

"Righto," he muttered, a smirk creeping back into his voice. "I’ll shoot for real now."

He inhaled. Hold it. Closed one eye.

Bam. Bam. Bam.
Thud. Thud. Thud.

The targets went down one by one as he picked his pride up off the floor and finished the silly carnival game. Just enough to tie with her. "Fuckin’... a tie?" he laughed, loud and disbelieving. "What does that get us, mate?" he asked the attendant, handing back the gun. They were each offered one of the prizes off the middle shelf. Baz turned to Parker, still grinning.

"Alright, I want that one, Parks. Me and Ted’ve already bonded, y’know?"

He grabbed the plush bear he'd pointed out earlier, holding it up proudly like it was a trophy.

Then he looked at her again. "Which one d’you want?" he asked, smiling bright like the game hadn’t just nearly ruined him.

"Hold my be... no, don't worry, I'll hold it."

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[Winona]

Dahlia Blake

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Dahlia was--

Angry? Upset? Confused? Frustrated?

Some mixture of the four, not that it could be seen as a surprise for her. Dahlia was always some mix of negative emotions --and rarely a mix of anything else.

Particularly when it came to a certain boy, or rather lately, two of them.

She really didn't understand. Alexa had been miserable with Bentley, but she was so happy with Connor. So surely by deduction, Dahlia should be happy with Byron. He was, after all, his younger brother.

Maybe this was simply what love was supposed to feel like, because she did think she loved him. She cared about him, even if it was difficult to see through the biting words she snapped at him so often.

Plus things weren't always rough. They did have good times.

And she did care about him more than she cared about Bentley -- because Bentley was frustrating. He drove her crazy. She stayed up late too many nights texting him, and for what? Why did she stare at her phone, waiting for him to respond?

Fully frustrated and at the end of her rope, she found herself at the Halloween Festival -- not to hangout with anyone in particular, but just to get away from her house.

She hadn't really dressed up -- Lia had lazily thrown some fake blood across her neck and called it a day. The rest of her "costume" consisted of stolen clothes from Alexa, with her own frayed, tan jacket pulled over it all.

On Halloween, she could wear something tattered with the excuse of it being her costume.

Of course, being seen alone was lame -- so when she saw Stephanie, she wasted on time in approaching the other girl.

"Hey," she greeted, relatively disinterested as her gaze kept flickering away from her to gaze at the others scattered around the festival. "What're you doing here? Its kind of... lame, isn't it?"

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SETH ALLONS
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"After all these years
Still play it all by ear
And if I knew a fortune teller, I'd ignore them
I wouldn't wanna know...
And if I had a crystal ball, I would smash it
I wouldn't wanna know after all"
— Rozwell Kid, "Halloween 3.5".​

“Sethy! Thank yoou!!” Lindsey squeaked with joy like a cute little mouse surprised by a generous, cheesy gift. Apparently he’d done good, and Seth couldn’t help but smile like a fool when he knew one of his presents was appreciated.

In an instant, Lindsey had launched herself from her seat into Seth’s lap. The pair weren’t sat down in a chair meant to support two people, so Seth held onto her back for support with one hand, his other sprawled across her lap to support around her knee in case she started falling. Generally cool with physical touch from people, suddenly Seth wasn’t entirely sure he could remain normal for too long. Already zoning out, still a little stoned from earlier and enjoying having Lindsey perched in his lap, Seth came back to when he realized Linds was responding to him about whatever he’d said before (he’d forgotten).

“...here for now and grab it later?” she was saying something about the HF.FM shirt.

Seth turned his head slightly to look back at her, his glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose to reveal his round, brown eyes. Their faces inches from the other in an instant, Seth immediately wondered if he should just kiss her. He saw some sort of awareness pop into Linds’s eyes and decided against whatever teenage impulse was trying to possess him. While Seth waffled briefly, Lindsey reached out and snatched the sunglasses off of his face. She put them on and her face went blank, coldly robotic at the drop of a pin.

“Do I look like the Terminator?” Lindsey asked, trying to keep it cool.

“Oh yeah, you’re nailin’ it dude,” Seth chuckled, “but more like the cute one from Terminator 3—you gotta bulk up a bit more if you wanna pull off Arnold.”

“Haunted house! I was born ready.” Lindsey registered what Seth said about the haunted house, perking up as she hopped to her feet and out of his lap. He regretted his blabbermouth for just a split second.

Linds hit Seth with a clean finger-gun, removing his sunglasses and flipping them over to him. He caught them by a cheap arm, spinning them around for a second before setting the glasses back over his eyes. She scampered out from behind the booth, bopping to the ambient sound of music coming from the distant stage, his gifted hoodie clutched in her arms. Seth swooped around the opposite side, stopping just beside Lindsey and bumping her playfully with his hip. Reaching out with one hand, Seth scooped up one of Lindsey’s hands and led her off toward the festival’s haunted house.

“Born ready, were ya?” Seth dodged and weaved the pair through a thicket of Haven Falls residents and half-familiar faces, off toward where he'd seen the haunted house being set up earlier in the day, “Well then I guess you won’t mind being in the lead then, huh?”

The haunted house was set up in a two-story farm house at the edge of the festival, its porch adorned in fake cobwebs and skeletons and all sorts of Halloween decorations just family friendly enough not to upset people. Black fabric was draped over the front door, black and orange letters around the frame that said: “MAY ALL WHO ENTER KNOW FEAR.” Some students Seth didn't recognize worked the entrance, ripping tickets. A decent-sized line pushed back toward the main drag of festival activities, moving forward at a steady pace. Seth and Lindsey joined at the end of the line, the onesie-clad boy finally letting go of her hand as they did. Together, the pair made their way toward the entrance to the haunted house. Chatter and music and the sound of bottles from games clinking filled the brisk, night-time air. Seth's idle hands drummed a little beat on the thighs of his bulky costume in the short stint of silence, a dull and listless sort of percussion.

A brief memory flittered through Seth's mind—small memories of Halloweens come and gone back in Santa Monica; memories of him and people who responded to texts and calls less with each passing day. For just a second, he felt like he was missing out: house shows and house parties and all the friends he'd come to know for years at least, the chaotic, L.A streets all throughout Halloween night. A chill ran down his spine, snapping him back into reality.

“C’mon now, Sailor—it’s your time to shine.” Seth said as they drew closer still to the ominously framed front door, a grin on his face as he placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to be a steadying presence but also playing it up like he was walking Lindsey forward into the house of horrors ahead.

 

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You know me, I hate everyone

Seb smirked, playfully flipping Harvey off at his black eyeliner remark. It was as good-natured a response as one could expect from him. Truthfully though, that little “fuck you” to his friend felt kinda good. The other boy's goofy face and nervous chatter had been irritating Seb since he set foot in that basement.

Normally, this would be shaping up into a fun night with two of his favorite people. So since when did Harvey’s mere presence piss Seb off so much? He mentally chided himself for feeling that way about his closest pal. He'd done nothing to deserve his angsty ire. Harvey was a good dude. He took a chance on the weirdo new kid when Seb moved to Haven Falls years ago, and stuck by him as he leaned into the surly outcast role.

Seb knew his friend was working up the nerve to make a move on Jace. Instead of sulking, he should be shooting supportive glances when Jace wasn’t looking, to help calm his nerves.

It wasn't Harvey’s fault Jacey liked him.

Seb leaned forward to glance at the screen as Jace flipped through the photos, a bright smile lighting up her pretty face as she chattered about the different spooky eye makeup looks she'd come prepared with.

“Those all look pretty sick,” Seb fibbed. “Which one are you gonna do, Harve?” He mumbled halfheartedly, not even sparing a glance his way. In truth, the little ghosts and things were a bit too cutesy for his liking. But the momentary thrill of getting to be Jace’s canvas beckoned, and there wasn't a chance in hell he'd pass up that opportunity.

Seb couldn't help but smile too as his eyes met hers, glittering like black diamonds. For once, the boy was completely clean-faced, steel blue eyes sans their signature frame of messy ebony liner. His naturally heavy lids giving him a sleepy-eyed appearance that didn't ordinarily come through under all the black gunk he usually had smudged on his eyes.

For his part, Seb figured he could at least provide a clean canvas for Jace to work her magic on. If anyone had the talent to meticulously paint a tiny masterpiece on someone's greasy eyelid, it was definitely her.

“Surprise me,” He shrugged, giving the photos one more quick glance before his gaze flickered back on Jace. “I give you free reign to go fuckin’ nuts.”

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Sophia Price

the sad girl

Even if she was in a half-dead state, Phia wasn’t sure how to react to Mickey’s state, of course, she knew the guy had a big fear of losing his epi-pen, what kind of fan would she be if she didn’t realize those simple details about her idol, but even with her knowledge about Mickey, she didn’t know how to act, she couldn’t make an epi-pen appeared out of nowhere and she couldn’t even say that she would buy him another one, because she didn’t have any money for it.

And right there she was seeing the guy that had made her feel some kind of happiness since her parents died, having a crisis right in front of her and not being able to do anything about it. What were she and Jonah supposed to do? Not that they think he was exaggerating, but it was pretty obvious none of them knew how to handle a crisis and the one Mickey was having was one they wouldn’t provide any type of help, even if they wanted.

“What do we do now? I think he is going to get even worse if we don’t do something.”

She said awkwardly as she saw Mickey take short and rapid breaths, it was getting worse the minute it passed, if they didn’t act soon probably now Jonah would probably have to deal with a half-alive girl and a dead teenage boy, which would be even more catastrophic because Phia would lose it too if she saw her favorite singer ever pass to another realm right in front of her eyes.

“Maybe we should go and find the nurse... An adult always knows what are they doing or at least most of the time.”

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As Mickey struggled to piece together a sentence, Jonah felt ill-prepared—to say the least. He might’ve looked like a Fred, acted like a Fred, but Jonah wasn’t Fred Jones. He didn’t always have a plan or an answer—especially not for something like this: one of his good friends having a breakdown over what Jonah felt was, well, an overreaction.

He’d never been great at putting himself in other people’s shoes—he could barely understand his own feelings. Trying to understand someone else’s? That just felt… impossible. He could practically hear Patrick Montgomery correcting him even now.

“Impractical, Joey.”

His father had never really been the empathetic type, either.

Hell, he’d only signed off on therapy after Jonah had put his own future on the line. Jonah could still remember the threat hurled across the kitchen table—knuckles throbbing, still half-drunk.

“You lost it, Joey. Your mother says letting this woman poke around in your head is supposed to keep it from happening again. I expect you to breeze through this so we can get you back to what’s really important—practice.”

“Patrick, they’re talking about suspension—maybe even expulsion. I’m not sure the most important thing right now is—”

“The most important thing isn’t our son’s future?”

“That’s not what I—”

“If he can’t play, Polly, we’ll move.”

“Move!? We can’t just pick up and move, Pat. You can’t do that to Juniper.”

Jonah remembered his own voice cutting through the bickering. “What about Uncle Chris and Aunt Felicity? They usually make room for us during the holidays. I know this is different, but… maybe I could stay with them. Just for a little while.”

At the time, it had felt like a death sentence—being sent to live in that too-small town. But now? He was different. Changed by the little things—by his cousin, by his new friends. Friends like Mickey Watts. Like Sophia Price.

So no, maybe he didn’t understand why Mickey felt the way he did, but he did feel it. And right now, helping him through that—that mattered. And that wasn’t impractical.

Letting half-dead Phia take the lead, though? That was.

“What do we do now? I think he’s going to get even worse if we don’t do something.”

She was right. Jonah needed to step up. And suddenly, he felt it—a new sense of determination. He was going to help them. Both of them.

“You’re right. I’m heading to the medical tent. Gonna get the nurse. Hopefully she has a snack—something for you, and for Mickey well I'm sure she's got whatever he needs too—”

He turned toward his panicking friend.

“You hear that, Mickey? I’m going to get the nurse. Sit here with Phia and focus on breathing. Between the two of you, I’m almost sure you can manage to stay alive for just thirty more seconds without me.”

A grin flashed across his face, his weak attempt at lightening the mood.

“I’ll be right back.”

As he turned, his cardboard armor creaked against his sides. The costume had felt ridiculous earlier—just a silly little thing he'd done to make Lacey happy.

A joke.

But now?

Now he was dressed like a knight in shin
ing armor and he felt ready to be one.

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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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Jonah, Phia

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TW: description of a panic attack

All the usual options for halting his panic attack seemed to be out of the question, jumping in the shower fully clothed and putting it to cold, doing fifty jumping jacks, blasting music from Hairspray. None of them were particularly viable options for the moment. There wasn’t even an iced drink he could pour down his shirt. The only thing in arm’s length of him was a half-conscious girl, and a stranger at that. So, not exactly the prime option for when you’re having a bit of a mental health crisis.

He wanted to turn to her, to say “Sorry, you know I’m not usually so… unhinged.” But the idea of opening his mouth to speak felt about as easy as bench pressing a car right now. In fact, his frantic breathing, or lack thereof, nearly set him off to dry-heaving. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip, forcing himself to merely hiccup instead.

There was still the matter of the nagging tag at his neck, feeling all that much sharper in his heightened state of awareness over every inch of his skin. Mickey had planned on getting back to his dorm to remove it, but with the way things were spiraling as they were. Maybe now was better.

He fidgeted with the low quality zipper, thanks Amazon, before eventually getting it to slide down and open. A frantic hand pawed at the fabric randomly as he managed to usher his limbs out of the sleeves. The wolf-themed hoodie landed in a heap somewhere nearby, he didn’t pay too much attention.

The late October air hit his skin with a slight bite, but not a terribly unpleasant one. For a second it reminded him he had a physical body too, instead of just a swimming mind and racing heart. His numb legs still managed to hold him up, but Mickey didn’t trust them to continue that too much longer. Before he could think about it too hard he used the nearby table to lean on as he lowered himself to the ground.

By then he could breathe again, but still wasn’t exactly himself yet. Honestly, he was just tired. His back met the ground not long after and he found himself staring up at the sky while he waited for the feeling to trickle back into his body.

His eyes drifted over towards the girl, he still hadn’t really said a word to her yet. More so just about her. Maybe now as his voice was just barely coming back he could manage something.

“Hi…”

He said quietly, voice cracking as the word forged its way out. Nice, very professional Michael. You really made an impression there.

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Lacey Marie Kavanagh

the chill girl

Ever since she was a little girl, Lacey knew she was never good enough, at least she never was in her mother’s eyes, after years and years of trying for someone to love her desperately it led her to believe that no matter what she did or how hard she tried, she would never be as good as the rest, she didn’t have a natural talent for sports like her father or Jonah. She didn’t have the confidence and wittiness like Ines or the smartness of Kat. She was just Lacey who thought that music was the thing that made her unique, but now she was starting to realize that maybe she didn’t have anything unique and that broke her heart.

Perhaps she wasn’t feeling like her life was ending, but it certainly felt like her dreams were shattered realizing that all she aspired to be were just silly dreams of a girl that most certainly were not meant for greatness and only to be ordinary. But as those thoughts were clouding her mind, Kat’s voice went through, ending that train of thoughts. Telling her how she didn’t ruin anything, how she could still sing her song, and how she could still achieve her dreams.

But could she still do it, could she still get on that stage and have people still wanting to hear her? Just the thought sent a shiver down her spine; it was a terrible idea, as Lacey was sure that everything would just repeat herself. She was about to digress, that she couldn’t just when Kat spoke again, offering to go up with her, followed by Ines’s agreement on her sister’s idea.

Lacey looked at the two sisters, not knowing what to do or what to say. That feeling of fear was still there crawling on her body just at the thought of going up at that stage, but could she let down her friends? She knew that if she said no, they would understand Kat and Ines always did, but could she give up on her dreams just like that, she knew her father did for her and he had a happy life, but deep down Lacey knew that if she gave up, she would only be miserable.

So with a racing heart, knowing perfectly that she was still petrified by fear at the idea of going up the stage, an inner force took over Lacey or probably it was just her need to be good enough at something that led her to her decision.

“I guess if you are there on the stage with me, I think I could do it. It would be like when we sing in the car, isn’t it?”

She said as she grabbed one of Kat’s hands with one of her hands and the one of Ines with her other one.

“Let’s do it together. I think with you two there, I could do it, or at least try it.”

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Sophia Price

the sad girl

It was pretty obvious that Phia and Jonah were just useless at this entire thing of helping someone, not because they were assholes but because it seemed none of them knew how to deal with feelings and stressful situations, so in terms of being stuck with two people while you were having a panic attack in the middle of a festival, Mickey hit the jackpot on having to go through that with the worst pair ever.

But perhaps not everything was ruined, as out of nowhere Jonah seemed to have gone through some kind of revelation that showed him what he had to do to help both of them, almost as if he was some kind of superhero in his mind or knight in shining armor based on his clothing, definitely the mind of a guy was something with to study, but at that moment Phia didn’t have the energy to call him out on his heroics, whatever that could help Mickey and probably her too due to the situations she was in, she would take it without saying anything.

So, with a determination she never saw in someone’s eyes, she saw the boy depart on his adventure to find the nurse. Phia was sure she had taken her eyes off the boy in a crisis for just a couple of seconds as she saw Jonah getting lost between the people at the festival when she turned to face Mickey once again, he was already taking out his hoodie as she was now in sight of a shirtless Mickey Watts right in front of her.

And Phia didn’t know what to do as that wasn’t something she could tell her brothers in case they asked how her festival went, between not telling them she almost passed the idea of them knowing a guy took off a shirt in front of her, probably would be enough of a reason for them to agree on something and beat a guy or probably Nix would try to talk to him and Dallas would do the punching. But she didn’t want Nix to give Mickey the birds and the bees talk because he had this idea that she had a crush on him and couldn’t understand the intricate relationship of having a favorite friend. And Dallas, well, he just would punch him for the sake of being protective and that wasn’t something Phia wanted to happen, because it would be devastating if Mickey Watts got hit on his face.

In the blink of an eye, he was already lying on the ground shirtless as he was trying to calm himself as Phia saw all of that. She thought she was doing an excellent job at keeping her cool despite that her biggest idol was just lying right there, but probably it was the lack of energy that was making her not react, not that she would have done if she was in her five senses because no one was supposed to know she was a fan of Mickey, not even Mickey himself.

But then he spoke to her, more like just an exhausted greeting, but it was enough to send Phia back to being passed out, she read about their first meeting in all those fanfics that Mickey had, which were not a lot but it was still something all of them had it in a completely different scenario, in a concert where he saw her in a crowd, in a fan sign when he would put his number on her album, or in an airplane as they were stuck for hours together when she didn’t know he was the biggest rockstar of their generation, none of them had them meet in a school festival after he had a panic attack and she felt dizzy after playing carnival games.

“Uhhh... Hi?”

she said, not knowing how you were supposed to act at that moment, as she wasn’t known to be the best at small talk.

“I like your shoes.”

She added, knowing perfectly that was the stupidest thing she could have said. He almost passed out from anxiety and the only thing she could think of was to compliment his footwear. She shifted awkwardly in her place with the remaining energy that she had.

“Jonah is going to come soon.”

She said awkwardly as she took a look around, noticing the knight costume coming towards them with the nurse right behind him.

“You are going to be okay.”

mood: neutral

outfit: here

location: festival

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