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the scene

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Everyone was melting under the hot Healdsburg sun, flocking to Amy’s Wicked Slush for her famous slushies and milkshakes or to Russian River Beach to cool down in the bubbling river. Summer in Healdsburg was in full swing, warm sunshine and friendly faces bringing people home from far away. Still, even despite the heat, there had never been a happier group of people.

The town had been abuzz for the past few weeks, a sort of new energy taking hold of the citizens of Healdsburg. The local florist, run by a lovely middle aged woman named Florence, was hard at work in her greenhouse, selecting the finest bulbs and sprouts and greens for her most famous seasonal arrangements. Main Street General had begun stocking all the summer essentials: bathing suits, sunscreen, cheap beer, and fireworks (always a good combination with alcohol). Even the cafe had placed fancy seasonal treats in their pristine glass displays, tarts filled with freshly picked Healdsburg fruit and coffee sweet enough to make you smile and cold enough to keep you from suffocating under the heat.

Perhaps the most exciting of all was the business happening at the Healdsburg town hall, a freshly renovated white building smack dab in the middle of the Healdsburg Plaza. Mayor Lerman had been going off her head each morning as she attempted to coordinate decorators and vendors and businesses eager for the sweet advertising opportunity. Some towns make a big deal over Christmas or Halloween or New Year's Eve. Healdsburg did too but perhaps more importantly was the Summer Festival, the town’s most famous and beloved celebration of the year.

From just a few weeks ago when school let out, the parents of the Healdsburg Public PTA had been working tirelessly alongside the frantic mayor to prepare. In what seemed like overnight, streetlights and storefronts were strung with beautiful white string lights. Florence’s flowers were hung from every planter and basket, grassy areas lined with newly laid plants that seemed to breathe new life into the air. Then came the vendors and advertisements, stalls and booths being set up all over the Plaza simply waiting for the big day.

The festival was almost here. T-24 hours.

It was Friday night, the night before the beginning of the weekend long celebration. One of Healdsburg's most notorious teenagers was hard at work preparing his own celebration. Once the leather couches were positioned correctly and the drink cooler had been filled with ice and cheap beers, Kian stepped back to admire his handiwork.

This was a tradition in their friend group, it had happened every year since sixth grade. This year, it held a certain significance that made it feel somewhat more special. Everyone had been drifting for the past few months, panicking over what schools they were going to attend or plans after graduation. Honestly, Kian had expected never to see any of his friends again. It crushed him, especially with him having been busy away at rehab and missing his graduation. He didn’t entirely know who was going where after that weekend but he knew one thing for sure: everyone had to be together once again. They could worry about the future tomorrow. Right now, they needed to be together for what seemed like the last time.

Kian jammed his calloused hand into the button to open the garage door, the gears roaring to life with a tired screech. Damn, they really needed to get that fixed. Kian’s Garage Party (2022) was officially open for business.

Proud of his work, Kian poured himself a frosty solo cup of Coca-Cola and flopped down into one of the multi-colored lawn chairs by the entrance. Now all he had to do was wait for the best summer of his life to begin.

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Sawyer and his mom were baking cookies, as they usually did for their weekly mother-son bonding time. But this time was different, for Sawyer was planning on bringing a tray of cookies to his friends. They were gathering at Kian's garage, as they usually did. It seemed that no matter how much time had passed, they always seemed to end up there. "Mom, can you hand me the bag of icing?" He glanced over at his mother, who was putting another batch of sugar cookies into the oven. "Which one?" They had prepared a variety of colors for the occasion, with Sawyer planning on decorating specific cookies with specific colors for his friends. "Let's see...I did a cookie for Kian, obviously, and I just finished with Niamh...give me the baby blue for Danny." Sawyer was nearly done with the specialized cookies - his mother did the rest, frosting flowers on the others. Danny's cookie was the last one he had to decorate before he could head out on his way. He had decorated cookies for everyone else expected to show up tonight.

Once he had helped his mother clean the kitchen, because, well, what kind of son would he be if he didn't help her out every now and then, he untied his "Kiss the Cook" apron from his waist, sliding it over his head before tossing it in the dirty clothes hamper. Sawyer straightened his Hawaiian shirt, buttoning it up halfway so that his grey undershirt showed. He wasn't exactly confident in his body, which was why he wore something underneath his shirt in the first place. His other friends had been genetically blessed, and, well, he hadn't. At least his personality made up for his average looks. Sawyer made his way back into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around his mother, who was washing her hands in the sink. "I'm heading out, Ma." Sawyer kissed her on the cheek, letting go of her shortly after. "Okay. Text me when you get there. I don't want to see you on the next episode of 48 Hours." He just laughed in response. "I will. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Sawyer grabbed the Tupperware container of cookies from the kitchen counter before heading outside and hopping on his bike, putting the container inside the attached basket. He didn't know how to drive - the thought of it terrified him to no extent. So if his mother didn't drive him where he needed to go, he biked. It would take him longer to get there than if his mother drove him, but it gave him exercise and was more eco-friendly, so it was a win-win situation all around. Sawyer took off, en route to his destination. He tried not to think about this summer potentially being the last time he'd ever see his friends, but it was hard not to. He himself had to make a decision between UCLA and staying here in Healdsburg. It was a tough decision - either stay here with his mother, who needed him, or go off into the big city, where he knew nobody and nobody knew him. Of course, he'd audition for their marching band, as it was a big part of his life, but he could play in a local jazz quartet here in town and attend the community college. There were pros and cons for both staying or leaving, and it was tearing up his heart, just like his favorite *NSYNC song.

But he didn't have to think about the depressing stuff any longer, for he had made it to Kian's. He rolled his bike over to the side of the garage, where it shouldn't be in any danger of getting hit by a car before grabbing the Tupperware container and placing it under his arm, sending a text to his mother with his free hand. Sawyer slid his phone in his back pocket before making his way over to where everyone was gathering. "Who wants cookies?"

joni mitchell was punk.

otis wilkins.

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Daniel

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"Oi! Mum! I'm supposed to go to Kian's soon for his party--Is there anything else you need me to do?"

This was Danny's life every day when school let out, and had been for the past four years. Ever since he turned fourteen, he had been helping his parents in their daycare, taking care of the children as well as his own siblings. He was the oldest of six, leaving him the be the star role model and best big brother he could be. The chocolate hair man rounded the corner of the daycare with a small child in his arms--a young girl, to be exact. She had fallen and scraped her knee, but luckily Mr. Danny was there to clean the wound and put a bandage on it. Sydney, his ever-loving mother, smiled at the sight of her boy. She had taken to manning the front desk as her husband and son wrangled the kids for the final part of the day--it was just the three of them, and it ran perfectly that way.

"Go see if your father needs any more help with the kids and then you can go--stop by the house to make sure it isn't burnt to bits, would you?"

All Daniel could do was nod his head and walk move towards the main playroom where his father had captured the children's attention with a story. Frank was a kind man--he could be one scary bloke, but his heart was endless and open to anyone. Upon returning, he saw his son but did not break his character. All he did was offer Daniel a nod of his head--he knew what the boy wanted, and it brought a smile to his lips. Danny placed the young girl down and helped her join the rest of the group, offering his dad a wide smile before turning around and heading toward the front doors. He slowly undid the apron that clung to his body, hanging it up on the hooks that resided by the front door. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek before darting from the daycare and towards their home which was no more than a five-minute walk away.

It was hard work--working in the daycare, that is. It wasn't exactly what Daniel had in mind after graduating high school--he wanted to become a teacher, but that was looking far from plausible with how much his parents needed him. He couldn't abandon them or his siblings. So, here he would stay, working at the daycare until either he dropped dead or the business did.

Walking up the stairs to the front door of his house, he could already hear the commotion inside. It was a madhouse upon entering--four boys running around, screaming as three dogs barked their heads off and joined in the fun. It brought a smile to his lips.

"And what is going on here?"

"Danny!"

That was the youngest, George, who was 7 years old. He scooped the youngest up with a dramatic groan, slinging him over his shoulder as he looked at the other three. Jamison, Edward, and Nicolas-- the triplets were thirteen and hell on wheels. They all scattered with a handful of screams. And then there was Benjamin, fifteen, sitting quietly on the couch with a book in his hands. Danny tossed George down next to him, ruffling the second oldest's hair with a grin.

"Good job watchin' the little Kangaroos, Ben-- think you can handle another hour of them?"

"Yea--they listen to you best, though."

"I know mate, but I promised I'd be at Kian's tonight."

"You just wanna go to see Sawyer--"

"That is not the only reason, you little bugger--"

"You aren't denying it, though."

"Oh, piss off!"

Danny pushed his little brother's head with a scoff, turning and leaving for his room. Okay, Ben had a point, but he wasn't about to go around admitting it. It was hard meeting up with his friends after school when his parents needed him every day at the Daycare, and he felt bad ditching so often and having to cancel plans as much as he did. So, he was determined tonight. He threw on some jeans, a green striped sweater, and his comfy sneakers before rushing back down the stairs. He grabbed the keys to his 2012 Ford Taurus before rushing out the door--he didn't want to be late...again.

Kian's wasn't a far drive from his place--ten minutes tops, and he found himself parking on the curb of the other's house. It seemed that for once, he was one of the first to show up, only beaten by Sawyer. His heart skipped a few beats in his chest as he got out of his car, closing the door, and locking it swiftly before walking up the driveway.

"You know it's a good day when I'm one of the first ones--everything looks great, mate!"

He greeted Kian with a smile, his eyes soon finding Sawyer. His gaze was instantly captured by the box in his hands, that same smile widening.

"Y'make us cookies Sawyer? How sweet of you."

His Australian accent was thick, eyes crinkled due to his smile as he saddled up next to the taller man. His hazel eyes flicked between the cookies, Sawyer, and Kian--he liked keeping an eye on everyone and everything going on around him.

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Aurelian

The Chef...

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Literally why am I here

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Kian's House

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his bark is worse than his bite

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So Aurelian really did not want to be here. Like, he really really did not want to be here at all in the slightest, but whatever. It was fine. He could be here for the summer or whatever.

What he’d wanted to do was go backpacking through South East Asia and try to experience as many unique tastes and learn as many techniques from street vendors as he could. But this was fine as well.

Staying in this shit town when all he wanted was to get the fuck out for a couple more months was… fine.

It was fine.

Whatever, the only solace he found was that his older adopted brother, Dante, had come back as well to see him off when he went off to university. These last two years without him were kind of unfathomably shit.

His parents sucked ass, school was a fucking waste of his time, his peers were… disgusting little vermin who were getting attached to him or whatever.

Aurelian wasn’t going to say he missed Dante or whatever, because that would mean he loved his older brother and well we couldn’t have him being attached to someone now could we.

It’s just Dante was the person that… he… might have liked a little bit.

But only liked.

Maybe.

When he wasn’t being an annoying prick, that is.

Aurelian was going to meet some… acquaintances. Well, he never really had friends so that’s all they were. Acquaintances that invited him over to their houses and they hung out. Not friends though.

Because that would mean that he liked them and really he only had room in his life right now to be attached to one idiot who was throwing their life away frivolously and it was sure as fuck not going to be one of these shitheads.

He crossed his arms at his arrival, staring at the three congregated at the front of Kian’s house..

“... Hey.” Eyes shifting between the three of them. The mild hostility upon first interaction was nothing new. An angry stare carefully placed over something that definitely was not an internal anxiousness about being here. “... You made cookies.”

Everything said was always with an air of arrogance and aggression that took some time getting used to. He always thought that he was the best person in the room, and unfortunately usually could back it up with competency.

The twisting of a ring, an idle fiddling with some of the shiny adornments upon his fingers, spoke of his belief that he was most likely going to get turned away or thrown on his ass for his earlier outbursts in the group chat, though. It was not like he didn’t have a heart, after all. It was just that there were few people in this world that could frustrate him to the degree that Kian could.

And now he was at the guy’s house. Funny how life worked out, wasn’t it?

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Avenged Sevenfold

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Sawyer nearly dropped his cookies at the sound of a familiar Australian accent. He immediately wanted to run as far as he could in the opposite direction, but his knees locked in place. And now he was sure that Danny had already laid eyes on him, so he really couldn't go anywhere now. Sawyer forced himself to smile - he must have looked so awkward, just standing there with a sheepish smile on his face. Danny wasn't headed his way; instead, he was greeting Kian. Sawyer was safe - for now. But then it happened. Danny had spoken to him. He froze as if he were a deer caught in headlights, just staring at Danny. His mouth was dry as he opened it to speak. "Oh, um...yeah! There are just some regular sugar cookies in here, but I made cookies for everyone coming tonight."

He opened the Tupperware container, pulling out two cookies; one had sunglasses frosted on it, the other had a sad attempt at a kangaroo. "Kian," he began, handing him the first cookie, "this one is for you. I drew sunglasses on it because I think you're pretty cool." The next part made Sawyer nervous. Danny's opinion was really important to him. Would he crumble the cookie in his fist and get angry at him? Would he laugh at the poor artistic representation of a kangaroo? Sawyer gulped before he handed Danny his cookie. "I drew a kangaroo on yours, since you're Australian." He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, feeling rather awkward. Maybe making personalized cookies for everyone wasn't the best idea.

The appearance of Aurelian reinforced that idea. He scared the living bejesus out of Sawyer. "I made a cookie for you too. I put a scary face on it, because you're really scary to me. Sorry about that." Sawyer reached into the container, pulling out a poorly drawn rendition of the purple devil face emoji frosted on Aurelian's cookie. He offered it to Aurelian, holding it out expectantly. Now he wouldn't be surprised if Aurelian decided to smash it into a million pieces. He seemed like the type to do so. They weren't as close as Sawyer was with some of the other people scheduled to appear tonight, mainly because of Sawyer's fear of him. But was it really surprising for Sawyer, considering how he behaved around most everyone? No, it wasn't. Sawyer closed the container with his free hand, the other still holding the cookie out for Aurelian to take if he so desired.

joni mitchell was punk.

otis wilkins.

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[mogy]

MOOD: Bored and bored. Also bored.

LOCATION: Bus from San Francisco to Healdsburg.

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It was a bus ride, 3 hours in length, from San Francisco to Healdsburg, on a road filled with unexpected turns and poorly-fixed potholes, surrounded by Sonoma County small towns and an occasional patch of forest. The comfortable heat could be seen by the thriving nature, and could certainly be felt despite the AC of the bus working; a drop of sweat only made a small part of the way down a curly-haired boy’s face before he wiped it with a tissue.

The curly-haired boy, Oates Oates, sat nearing the back of the bus, in the isle seat, and a small yet chubby brown dog slept on the seat next to him, snoring faintly so that it could only be heard when the bus stopped. The other patrons in the bus, a handful of people at best, were scattered around, here and there, as far away as possible from others, keeping to themselves.

An older lady chewed peanuts all the way in the back of the bus and a guy all the way in the front snored so loud that Oates could hear both sounds in a symphony, but it was something to think about, so he wasn’t complaining. Looking through the window got boring half an hour into the ride, and reading the book he prepared also got boring two pages in. Now, listening to a lady chewing peanuts and to a guy snoring also started to join the dull. Going home was supposed to be fun and exciting, yet, just as he feared, exciting and fun remained back in Los Angeles.

He leaned back in his seat, then stretched his neck, and then his arms. Then he looked at his phone for a bit and realized that there wasn’t anything new in the notes app, so he put it away and looked around the bus for anyone that would want to talk to him.

He’d noticed the cool-looking girl a few seats behind him when he got on the bus, but he hadn’t thought much about her because, at the time of boarding, his small brown dog decided to have a barking fit, and Oates was too busy blushing the embarrassment out to focus on those around him. But now, it was imperative that he talk to her because otherwise he would lose his damn mind.

“Uh…hi!” He exuded charisma and awkwardness both on his face and through his words. “Are you bored? Because I’m soooooo bored. If you, maybe, wanna talk, or something? I don’t know.” As he waited for an answer, he smiled at the girl.

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