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Soap · May 24, 2021

Juliette Jameson
"Five feet away please, I can't be seen with an embarrassment.”

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Forget Slutter— Damien, whatever the hell his name was.

His friend was the real star here.

Literally and figuratively or whatever. JJ already had pros and cons.

Felix was in a movie, ✓. He had a whole cowboy thing going on, which— yeah wasn’t all that but some people had weird taste, so ✓.

And he was—

fucking hot. ✓.

JJ had a boyfriend, yeah but there’s nothing wrong with window shopping?

She listened to him speak, but not really listen? JJ was clearly busy putting the two in front of her and coming up with reasons why Felix was better than Damien.

“And you’re JJ. I think I saw you perform at last year’s Arts Fest— dancin', if I recall correctly?”

Ugh.

It was difficult enough being thrown into HA in the middle of the semester, but coming up for a routine in a show she knew nothing about?

To be honest, they had given her a pass but JJ was stubborn and pushed for the chance to actually perform that year.

Obviously, she did amazing.

As usual.

Except for that little whore who kept trying to steal her spotlight, it was one thing to whine about being partnered up with her but another to be a total trainwreck.

Josie much?

“You’re really talented, JJ.”

You’re really hot, Fallon.

“I know.” Her smile was appreciative, but her words weren’t. That was the thing with JJ, read between the lines and she’s genuinely not that bad.

“You seemed like a welcomin' enough person to speak to.”

Ew.

Since when did JJ look like a fucking tour guide? Like, grabbing attention from people based off of what she ‘seems’ or whatever is great and all? But who wants to seem welcoming?

She didn’t bother giving him an answer, diverting her attention elsewhere.

And then the boring guy started talking about some kind of project or something?

Juliette was looking down at her nails, putting down a mental reminder to get them done this week.

Maybe she’d invite Nickie since Adriane is sometimes a bit too boring to gossip with. It’s not like they could all go together thanks to Nickie being a big wuss and running away from Evie of all people.

What the fuck was Kangaroo Jack gonna do? It was two against one, like?

It was exhausting being JJ, sometimes.

She tuned back into the conversation at the mention of dancers— does she know any good dancers?

What?

JJ would like to believe that she knew herself very well, there was no way in HELL she was about to tell little Damien and Felix over here that fucking Callum was ballerina of the month.

That just wasn’t true. Maybe in the insomniac’s dreams that he doesn’t have, but that just wasn’t reality.

Felix— being the gentleman he is, pointed out that JJ was clearly the dancer they needed for whatever the hell they were doing.

Then, he pretended to know what a sauté was and do an ill attempt of it— and embarrassing as it was to watch, it was kinda cute.

God, she hoped he wasn’t gay.

Next thing she knew, he was saying goodbye and Juliette lost all interest in this conversation. She gave a small wave and a smile— a smile that faded as soon as Felix turned his back and JJ gave Damien a once-over with a grimace on her face.

JJ’s eyes glanced around the room as if she was waiting for something.

“... Aren’t you gonna use the video from Arts Fest? Why are you still in front of me, I don’t get it?”

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natsukashii · May 24, 2021

Hunter Drake
"DYNAMITE LIKE TNT!"

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Whenever Hunter Drake was on a high, it was next near to impossible to bring him down from it. For someone who regularly gave into his worst impulses by letting his anger and jealousy get the better of him, whose entire personality can change on a whim if someone insults those who he cares most about, for him to be all smiles was a rarity. And in a likewise manner, for him to be in such an euphoric state, he could be rather dense and fail to see what was right in front of him.

And in his smiles, all he could think was how amazing and truly blessed he was that Nickie was with him and in this moment. How beautiful she looked. How great he felt to have all of the weight lifted off his shoulders and how the only person he wanted to be with right now was her. The most important thing, though, was that he just felt great. Nothing could take him down. And nothing would.

But then something happened that started to bring the hot air balloon down from the stratosphere. It was minor and hardly something Hunter would be concerned for, but usually whenever Hunter felt, well happy, usually he saw Nickie smile with him. She always had been happy for his happiness and it was a two-way street, but something off seemed to be occurring. It didn’t go over his head.

Well it did at first, but then it kept happening and he noticed.

What Hunter noticed was how Nickie’s voice sounded completely devoid of any real feeling, like she was suppressing something. Now, granted, Hunter is normally pretty dense and now he might even be more so, but with Nickie he had always been able to pick up on some things. It wasn’t always, but he had his moments, you know?

And at this moment, which was just before she chuckled her keys at him, he looked at her. And, like really looked at her. His smile started to fade. “Nickie, are you--”

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” he heard her say, but his wide smile still descended into a partial frown.

“Are you sure? Cause you don’t seem like you are--”

“I’m fine, seriously.”

And even though she said it, there was a part of him that didn’t want to believe her, but he chose to because he didn’t want to be the source of her pain. He wanted to ask what was wrong and if there was anything he could do, but all he wanted to do was just make her smile...somehow.

I want to make her smile.

And then her keys were tossed to him.

She whispered her car and Hunter silently nodded.

And as he had secured the keys in his hand, he saw Nickie was already walking, which he supposed was a good thing because he didn’t actually know where her car was. Still, compared to his casual strut, his girlfriend going at least twice as fast. He had to take bigger steps to just make sure he didn’t fall too far behind her and that just made him wonder exactly what was going through her mind.He didn’t want to think that he had maybe done something. He knew how he got in his highs and he didn’t want to think that was the reason why. He didn’t have any reason to think that.

Still…

Yeah, don’t overthink it. She’s probably just tired or something.

Yeah, that’s probably it.

Hunter opened the door for her, unlocking it as he stood outside, just taking in the night air. He adjusted the strap on his duffle bag and just looked around for a minute, keeping most of the thoughts he had to himself. He didn’t know if Nickie just needed a minute, but he’d at least let her have that in peace. But then his thoughts got a little loud and he just had to know.

“So, uh…” He started and scratched his head, “are you okay? I know you said you were, but like, I mean, you know you can talk to me, right? I’m going to always be here for you, Nicks, no matter what happens!”

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ohdittoh · May 24, 2021

dominicka abrams

have you heard?

Nickie turned from Hunter and began towards her vehicle before she could even get an answer, her feet carrying her at twice the speed that she usually walked, picking up speed with nearly every step. She clutched her hand over her mouth, ducking her head down as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. When she opened them, two tears dripped down from her eyes, but at least her fucking world was clearer.

Instead of her previous mantra, she chanted: don’tpukedon’tpukedon’tpukedon’tpuke.

Her stomach was quivering. Her breathing was choppy, and she struggled to taken more than shallow, shallow breaths.

Hunter opened the door for her, and she threw herself in, yanking the lever up to lay her seat further back. She pressed her cheek against the coolness of the metal buckle of the seatbelt, trying to cool her face down, though her cheeks continued to burn and the tickle at the back of her throat threatening sickness persisted.

“So, uh…,” Hunter began, but she fixed her gaze on the image outside of her windshield, trying to keep it from going foggy with tears again. She wiped her palms across her hot cheeks in an attempt to clean the slickness from them so that Hunter wouldn’t notice. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes flicked to him.

Her breathing trembled.

“I know you said you were, but like, I mean, you know you can talk to me, right?”

Her lungs twitched.

Her throat itched.

“I’m going to always be here for you, Nicks, no matter what happens!”

She stared at Hunter for a long moment, wide, blue, slightly bloodshot eyes taking in every detail of his expression.

Hunter…

Her eyes welled with tears again, and they pooled at her lower lid.

She leaned her head back against the headrest, desperately fighting to suppress the tears as she looked at the light on the ceiling of her SUV that swam and distorted with every beat of her heart.

And then she blinked, and a tear escaped. “Hunter,” she barely whispered.

A sob rocked her, and she let herself be overtaken by it.

Tears poured from her eyes, and she leaned against her wheel, resting her head against the horn but not pressing hard enough to blare it.

“I—!” Nickie started, but she gasped for air. “I—” Another gasp.

And she realized that she couldn’t talk, so she just…fucking cried.

She cried, and her lungs burned. She sobbed, and her ears rang.

She cried, and she grew unaware of everything happening around her.

She let everything out— she let all fucking week out.

And then she looked up at Hunter again, looked over at him and studied him with her bloodshot eyes.

And she swallowed hard, and anger rose in her throat, and she clenched her jaw.

“Your fucking bitch of a friend— Ash.” Her ears rang and her world pulled at the words— at the guilt and the burn that the words caused— but they were the fucking truth. “I went to fucking help her— seriously fucking help her, Hunter— and— and— and instead of saying thanks, she— she fucking acted like it was something I was doing to fucking redeem myself or some shit, and she told me to—“ Nickie gasped a sob, and she sniffled deeply. “She told me to— to fuck off and leave her alone— and then I fucking yelled at her, because— because— because who the fuck?! Who the fuck does that?!”

She slammed a fist against the top of the wheel. “And— and— and I guess that— it’s just— all fucking week— all fucking week— all I’ve heard, at every turn, was that this shit was karma, was that it’s what I fucking deserve— like, like— like, I— I— I can’t—“ She looked at Hunter. “Hunter, they all think I’m some fucking desperate— some desperate whore. They think— they think I did— they think I do all the shit I do, like…like with an end goal, with some kind of fucking, like…vengeance— like, like that’s who I wanna be— and, like— like, it isn’t, and— and, like…and like, I liked Ash— and then she fucking said that— she looked at me like I was a disgusting piece of shit, and— and I realized what a fucking bitch she was, and I told her— and, like…and, like…”

As she continued, the passion in her voice drained, and the strength of her voice grew weaker, and she finally trailed off, looking at the world ahead and silently crying, lips pulled down into a deep frown.

“Hunter…why am I like this…?” she asked, and she looked over to him. “You…you just told me you…you loved me, that you had an epiphany, like…that you…that I changed, like…that you love me. And…and…and I’m here, breaking down.” She looked out her windshield again. “I’m here…a disgusting attention whore, saying, ‘Fuck your happiness, just fucking comfort me.’ And…I don’t know. It’s like…at the same time that I realize that I’m everything that they say and— and that Ash said, it’s like…I don’t know…why…I…do it. I’m really disgusting.”

She drew in a deep, long sniffle. “And…and I didn’t believe that you loved me…when you confessed to me Halloween. And…I got so nervous that I was lying that I did believe you that I just…puked.” She let out a long, shaky sigh, wiping tears from her face as a few more escaped her eyes. “I puke when I’m nervous,” she said, with a soft, sad, bitter laugh, “if you didn’t know that about me.” She shook her head. “God, I’m pathetic.”

She looked over at him once more, through all of her tears. “Why are you still here…?” Her voice was small. “Why do you…why do you love me…? Because I believe you do now…but…why the hell…? Why…?”

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geminiy · May 24, 2021

Ezra Gray

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Hollywood Arts was not nearly as scary as it had made itself out to be.

Look, Ezra Gray was by no means a shy person, nor was he the type of person to back down from any flavour of challenge. However, Ezra would have been lying directly through his teeth if he said that the weeks leading up to his and Spencer’s arrival at the prestigious school wasn’t at least a little bit nerve wrecking. There was a lot of pressure on the typical student to perform up to the nearly impossible standard but there was a different kind of pressure on the Gray boys, the type of soul crushing pressure that could only come from within.

Their first pitifully short stint at Hollywood Arts was horrible and had left a sour taste in Ezra’s mouth. The school itself had been fine and Ezra had been more than happy with the few acquaintances he had made. But the entire time he was at the school, Ezra couldn’t shake the sinking feeling of dread that ate at the back of his mind during every waking hour.

Once again the feeling had returned, this time stronger than ever before for Ezra.

Ezra felt guilty about leaving Natasha even though he was well aware that she was healthy and in good hands. He felt guilty about putting her recovery onto his parents rather than taking on the responsibility himself. He felt guilty about everything back home in New Zealand. But, on the other hand, Ezra couldn’t exactly let Spencer go all the way back to Los Angeles by himself, not after everything he had been through.

So, Ezra had pushed those feelings aside and hopped the plane. The brothers made home on the edge of town in a comfortable two bedroom condominium, graciously paid for by their parents, and had taken the few days they had been back in Los Angeles to explore the city. It had been a busy few days, fun adventures mixed with unpacking and preparing for school to start.

Lock-in offered a much welcomed reprieve from the busyness of the week. To be fair, Ezra wasn’t entirely certain what a lock-in pertained but through listening to people talk online, he had managed to piece it together: students would break into the school and hang out for the night, a typically illegal activity that was somehow okayed by the school. The event didn’t exactly seem like Ezra’s type of outing but hey, what better way to meet people other than being locked in a school with them?

Ezra and Spencer drove to the school together, the car filled with little talking and mostly the sound of the music being streamed to the speakers by Spencer’s phone. Ez was nervous, that much was obvious, but he wasn’t about to back out. Eventually, they reached the parking lot and managed to find a decent spot near the front doors to the school.

“After you.” Ezra spoke politely as he pulled the heavy front doors open for Spencer.

The school was just as large as he had remembered it and twice as fancy. Even the students clumped together in small groups around the foyer seemed like high quality people, though realistically most of them would’ve come from rich families to afford the steep tuition.

“Welcome to the place you’ll call home for the next two years, Spence.” Ezra chimed, wrapping his arm tightly around Spencer’s shoulders. “Try not to get swallowed up by it all, I’d hate to see my little brother get-”

Ezra stopped mid-sentence as his eyes caught onto a familiar face. She was taller than he had remembered, though it had been nearly three years since they had last seen each other, but just as beautiful as the first time around. What was her name again? Veronica? Valerie? Fuck, he couldn’t remember. Wait no… Victoria, that was the name. Ezra also didn’t recognize the girl at her side, clearly younger and almost definitely related. Walking off from Spencer without much care on if he was following or not, Ezra walked up behind the girls and crossed his arms, a wide grin on his face as he cleared his throat to make his presence known.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Fifteen.” Ezra laughed heartily, reaching a hand up to brush his fingers through his hair. “I must say, I thought my memory had deceived me on how beautiful you are but clearly time has treated you well.” Ezra then looked to the girl by Victoria’s side, reaching a hand out for her to shake. “And you must be… Beth, right? The younger sister? Pleasure to finally meet you.”

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ohdittoh · May 24, 2021

trevor callaghan

feckin' fuck off

Babumpbabumpbabump.

“Hey, Trevor.”

Trevor was never the most attentive, but adrenaline was pumping through his veins.

He could see how strained her smile was, how forced it was, how tightly it was pulled but how small it still managed to be.

Her eyes— they were bloodshot, and he could tell even from this distance. It was nearly startling, when she looked at him— the contrast between the blue and the red.

He would be lying if he didn’t say that his first instinct was to run out the door, but something was stopping him.

If a tree fell in the forest and no one was there to hear it, it still fell, and it crushed everything beneath it; if there was a witness, though, it was their obligation to help the situation as much as they could.

So he was frozen, trapped in-between fight and flight, the adrenaline drumming in the back of his neck, the panic pounding in his fucking head.

He was going to pass out. He felt his head swimming, his knees weakening. His head was throbbing with an intense headache, and every beat caused his vision to throb, caused random colors— reds, cyans, purples, greens— to play at the blank spots in his vision, at all of the places around Ash’s face.

She was swaying. Her hand gripped the bottle tightly, like it was her lifeline— probably because it was, probably because she was alone in a fucking classroom after God fucking knew what.

A breath was frozen in his lungs.

Her smile changed, grew less strained and somehow more genuine, but the words she said might as well have been gibberish.

”Shouldn't you be hanging out with like umm... your friends? Like uhh…”

Babumpbabumpbabumpbabump.

He’d watched how her mouth had moved. He didn’t realize until how that he’d watched it move so much before, but now that he was seeing it now, seeing it contort in a drunken way, in a I-swear-I’m-okay way with an I-swear-I’m-okay smile, he felt unnerved.

Something in him was moving him forward a cautious step now, though the adrenaline begged him to turn around and run.

Her brows knit for a second, and he didn’t know what over, because her words were lost on him, were random noises in the still, tense air that they were suspended in— and then her expression dissolved into the I-swear-I’m-okay again.

No-you-aren’t-no-you-aren’t was his expression’s reply, though he didn’t register the change. His brows knit tightly, and his eyes were wide with concern and confusion and worry and sympathy and frustration and love and God only knew fucking what else. Everything under the sun, everything under the moon, everything that anyone had ever felt.

A soft, hardly audible “holy fuck” escaped his lips, but he didn’t catch that, either. It didn’t register in his spinning head.

With his weak, struggling knees, he took another step closer. He wasn’t aware that he was moving, so he couldn’t even stop himself from leaning heavily. His body threatened to topple, and he was none the wiser.

"Charlie? Or like ah...Jo? Amy? Amy could probably umm...like...you know, like... use the friend... stuff.”

Everything here was wrong. Everything here was wrong.

Ash was acting as if this was how she was supposed to be— and by most accounts, she was acting how she should act.

But Trevor could read it, and it all felt uncanny— felt so uncanny that he felt faint and nearly disgusted.

When she spoke again, her words faded into intelligence. ”But umm, I'll uh... I'll trade you."

She held up the bottle, which Trevor noticed, with another pang that dropped like a boulder in the ocean and sent ripples throughout his body, that it was half empty.

There was no doubt that she’d drank that much this one go.

“This for weed?"

“You don’t smoke,” Trevor said immediately, in a voice that was sharp with concern and worry, and he caught his words, and he registered them this time, and then he winced, and his brows knit tighter, and he looked her up and down again.

He tried to take another step towards her, but now that he was moving himself, it was somehow even harder. “I’m…,” he started, and then he breathed another “holy fuck” that even he could hardly hear.

His eyes studied her face as he came closer. He put his hand on the tables as he slowly passed them so that he wouldn’t fall. He walked lightly on his feet.

He felt like he was walking on a minefield. He didn’t want to make any fucking wrong moves.

“Ash…,” he started. “Are…you…”

He held up his hand, reaching out for her.

But he trailed off.

Are you okay?

Fuck no she wasn’t, and she would say that she was— he didn’t need to ask.

“Sit down,” he said, voice stern, clear, and shockingly calm as he grabbed a chair with a shaking hand, and he stammered a weak “p-please”. He swallowed again, but his throat was still too dry to swallow fucking anything.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” he said, and his voice trembled on yourself, betraying the everything rushing through him. “You— you don’t need weed right now.” He reached out to her shoulders, putting a hand on either one and trying to get her to look at his face. His hands were shaking, and his lips were quivering, but his mind was clear with what he needed to get her to do: “You need water and to sit down.”

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Winona · May 24, 2021

Zeph Evermore

Hanging with Lindsay was very much a... like the penguins of Madagascar thing. You know. Where they did the little "just smile and wave, boys" thing? Yeah, hanging out with Lin could really only be compared to that. At least for Zeph, because that was basically what his expression was the entire time he was with Lin.

Just smiling and going along with whatever his new best friend seemed to think they should do.

He laughed as Lin threw his arms around him, and he hugged his friend back until Lin pulled away and made some joke about Zeph... what? Kissing him? Again, Zeph wasn't exactly sure how to react, so he just laughed, giving a pleasant grin as if he, yes, also thought that it was very funny.

Just smile and wave, boys, just smile and wave.

Stella came rolling up about then, and Zeph's grin turned a little wider as he saw her. "Hey, good try," he said, but wasn't able to talk much more to her before Lin spoke up again.

“I’ll catcha later, Stella. Me and your boyfriend are gonna go. Duuueces.”

"I-- oh, uhh... bye," Zeph said, calling over his shoulder to Stella as Lin tugged him away.

“I was wondering where you were, bro,” Lin said, and Zeph looked down at him as he spoke. “I kept racing myself, luhmao, and, duh, I won, but I was like, ‘I wish I had my Zephy-poo to hang out with,’ luhmaooo.”

"Yeah, sorry, I kinda got uhh... I got held up," he chuckled a little, his thoughts briefly being filled with a certain red-headed little simp as a small touch of guilt sliced through his heart. Again, his thoughts were filled with a million different what if's as he found himself, yet again, second guessing what he'd done in those few moments with Ronnie. Or, if he was being honest with himself, everything that ever had to do with Ronnie.

He was left with his tangled thoughts even longer as Lin bid him a brief farewell and took off. Zeph's gaze followed after his friend, his smile faltering for a brief moment before he relaxed as Lin came back over. Well hey, at least with Lin, Zeph could totally just one hundred percent forget about everything that had happened before.

“I was just aboutta be like ‘whaddoyou wanna do’, but then I remembered how much your ideas kinda sucked, luhmao,” he laughed. “So whaddoyou say we go exploringgg?”

"Hey, my ideas don't suck," Zeph said, his voice coming off a touch whiny, although the grin on his face showed that, well, obviously he wasn't offended by what Lin had said. Plus Lin was right. Zeph wasn't great at coming up with ideas yet. He was still learning from his mentor (that was Lin, duh) about what were acceptable, good ideas.

Lin always had the best ideas, too.

"But exploring sounds... sounds fun. Yeah, yeah, let's go exploring." He said, a bright grin lighting up his face.

Of course, Zeph wasn't able to find out what this brilliant idea might be before a certain tiny, not-at-all-squirrelish blonde came out of nowhere and launched herself onto his back, and flung her backpack at Zeph's chest. He let out a little oof as his arms wrapped around it.

"Sorry if I interrupted the broment, I could feel the chemistry all the way up on the third floor. I think you’ll forgive me though because I come bearing gifts.”

"Hey, Charlie," Zeph said with a smile as she hopped off of Lin's back and took the backpack from him. He peered curiously at her, eager to see whatever kind of gift she might have. Because, well, gifts were super freaking cool, and maybe the tiny child in Zeph was super giddy about the idea of getting, well, a gift.

She opened the backpack and held it for them to peer inside. Zeph peered down into it, his eyes lighting up as he spotted all the snacks they could eat and a few other boring items, but then, he saw the greatest gift of all. The true epitome of childhoo--

Err.

Teenage-boyhood pleasure.

Silly string.

“Figured you two would be up to some sort of mischief and could use the extra material.”

He tore his gaze away from the cans long enough to smile at Charlie. "Nah, we were just exploring," he replied with a laugh, and he was kind of glad about that -- especially after stealing from a store the previous weekend. Zeph had started dropping dollars into charity boxes every chance he got to try and ease his guilty conscious.

"You wanna come with?"

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ohdittoh · May 24, 2021

Victoria Sterling

uh can we not?

Tori twisted her sister’s handle, throwing her door open without knocking. “Haul ass, Elizabeth!” she said frustratedly, leaning against the frame of her door and clapping her hands as a little “chop chop”. “We’re two hours late!”

Was it Tori’s fault that they were late? Maybe.

Or, well…maybe not, too, because honestly, it was more like none of the things in her damn closet looked even kind of presentable on her today.

Okay, so maybe she was a little picky— but she never went anywhere looking worse than her best.

The monogrammed, magenta duffle bag Tori had poised on her shoulder slid off and got caught in the crook of her elbow, and that reminded her: “You have everything ready?” She stepped into her sister’s room and began fussing with the trinkets on her sister’s shelf. With a sigh, she commented, “When’s the last time that you dusted?” She ran her hand along the shelf, and she rubbed her fingers together, making an “eugh” of disgust as a ball of dust fell to the floor. “Look at that!” she exclaimed. “You don’t need to let it get that way, and no, I am not doing it for you…again. I am not your maid.”

She walked further into her sister’s room, crossing her arms. “Do you have your change of clothes, if you’re going to bring one? Your toothbrush? Any snacks you want?” She gave her sister a once-over, and she decided that the clothing choice was good enough to get by without a comment.

A smile came onto her face, and she reached out to give her sister a little side-hug, looking at their reflections in the mirror. “Cutie,” she complimented, and then she smacked her sister’s shoulder. “Meet you out by my car— hurry, hurry, hurry, let’s go, go, go!” she said, stepping away and snapping her fingers to convey the urgency. She made her way out of the room, and she threw her hands in the air in frustration as she walked down the hall.

Really, it got frustrating, babying her sister— but it was a job that she had to do, since Beth really wasn’t capable of taking care of herself, and, well…without their parents here with them, Tori was really the only person who could look after her sister.

Plus, if she let Beth run wild and do whatever she wanted to, then her mom and dad would chew her out. No matter how “grown up” Beth wanted to act, she was still a little bitty baby, especially in comparison to Victoria.

Tori made her way to the front of the apartment, looking at her reflection again quickly in the mirror by the door. For a look for the lock-in, Tori was really serving.

She fixed her lipgloss line with the nail of her pinky, and then rubbed her lips together again and tested a smile.

“Rad,” she complimented, giving herself a little “rock on” hand of encouragement, and then she grabbed her keys from the table beside the door and made her way out of the apartment and down to her car.

Shortly thereafter, Tori and Beth were on their way to the school, listening to music that Tori picked because, duh, it was her vehicle, so Beth had to deal with her music choice.

They pulled into a parking spot near the entrance, and Tori grabbed her duffle bag from the backseat, pulling it onto her shoulder. She shut her door and waited for Beth to get out before she made any moves.

“Did you forget anything?” Tori checked. Thankfully, they didn’t live too far from the school, but it was good to check now, before they got inside and settled. She walked up to her sister, pulling the tail of her shirt out of her pants and giving her another once-over before she decided that everything was all set and they were good to make their way inside.

“So,” Tori started, following her sister down the walk in front of the school, “what’ve you got up your sleeve tonight, Lizzie Beth?” She took a couple steps forward so that she wasn’t being led. “Do you have plans?” she asked, though her voice edged on suspicion.

They came to a stop around the water fountains, and Tori opened her mouth to say more, but she stopped when she noticed a couple of figures approaching. They looked…vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t exactly put her finger on it, and also very attractive, and she cocked her head as she tried to assess where she knew them from.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Fifteen,” said the older-looking boy, and then it clicked.

Ezra, the prodigal roommate— except it was more like hallmate, since they didn’t room together. And who was the boy beside him? She looked the other boy over. Was it…oh my God, there was no way that that was seriously Spencer.

“Oh my God— if it isn’t Twenty-Nine,” Victoria said, a smile growing on her face, and she spoke to Spencer. “And Junior.”

“I must say, I thought my memory had deceived me on how beautiful you are but clearly time has treated you well,” Ezra complimented.

Victoria felt herself blush, but she gave a soft scoff. “Ever the charmer,” she laughed, shaking her head. “But the same to you. You’re all grown up. Last time I saw you, you were just a widdle sophomore. Emphasis on widdle,” she kidded lightly. “Especially for Junior over there.”

Ezra looked over at Beth, and he greeted her with a handshake. “And you must be…Beth, right? The younger sister? Pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Oh, right.” Tori looked over at her sister, smiling. “You didn’t get to meet these guys first time around.” She gestured to Ezra. “This one here is the loser of the dorm games, Mister Twenty-Nine,” she said, glancing over at him with a slight chuckle. “And there’s the other loser, Twenty-Nine Junior.” She looked over at her sister again. “Or, ya know, as most people know them, Ezra and Spencerrrr…?” She cocked her head at Spencer as she looked for the right last name, and then she shook her head when she couldn’t remember. “Ez and Spencer, not to be confused with Pez Dispenser.”

She looked back at the boys, and she smiled brightly. “It’s been so long!” she said. “Seriously, how have you two been? You just…dropped off the face of the earth! I didn’t think that I’d ever see you again! I didn’t even get to ask for your numbers last time— that was a total crime.”

mood
catching up

location
the school

outfit
casual-ish, but nice

playing...
be nice to me

by the front bottoms

mentions
n/a

interactions
beth, ezra, & spencer

tags

Xed

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ohdittoh · May 24, 2021

saint andrew taylor

live & let live

Saint couldn’t help but feel a bit of a spark when Jo’s hand touched his.

A memory flicked through his head: the two of them as a couple, walking down the polished hallways of the school while eyes followed them and watched their every step, his stoic expression and casual, low-energy demeanor stark contrasts to Jo’s wide grin and her spunky, energetic, go-get-it-ness.

That was certainly one thing that Saint could say that he didn’t particularly enjoy about being in a relationship with Jo— the attention that it brought to him; her presence naturally brought eyes to her, and with him beside her, he often got scrutinized alongside her— or at least studied, but Saint’s cynicism (or realism, as he truly saw it) lent him to thinking that the looks were more judgmental than anything. Though he was far from demure, he much preferred being in the background, but Jo was always at the center of everything, hence why she was always at the center of the parties and he was always by the side.

Admittedly, there was a pain in recalling that, too, because that line of thought brought him to recall the night that he ventured to spend his time with another girl, which just so happened to be the night of the breakup.

Did he say pain? Pain was an overstatement…

Or…no, perhaps it wasn’t, but he didn’t want to consider that it wasn’t, because that would make it seem like he cared, which he most certainly did not.

He pulled his hand away from hers, dropping it by his side and clearing the thoughts from his mind.  
“Saint,” Jo started, and he raised an eyebrow at his name. “I’m sorry. Til and I were talking about breaking into the pool to go skinny dipping later because it sounds really fun so why not and I just wasn’t paying—“ She cut herself off, and Saint nearly cracked a smile, because it was so frankly cute, seeing her the way that she always was.

Of course, he didn’t…but he found it amusing, and the corners of his lips tinged up.

“Sorry,” she added with a chuckle.

“You’re fine,” he said casually, his low, stoic voice tinged with amusement for once. “It’s a pleasure running into you again…quite literally this time.”

Though it really wasn’t, because…damn…she’d just been on his mind a lot lately, and seeing her caused him…he didn’t know.

She ran her hand through her hair, which he knew to mean that she was nervous. Cute, he thought again, but…but no. “You look good too,” she said. “I mean, you always do but…”

“Thank you,” he said. The comment made him conscious of the way that he was holding his shoulders, and he rolled them back, trying to adjust his posture.

Not because he was trying to get her to look at him more, no— absolutely not that.

“Anyway, did you just get here?” she asked curiously.

“No,” he responded. “I was just going out to my vehicle; I forgot my charger…and my phone is almost dead…but I was working on my project.” He adjusted his backpack strap, and he pocketed his car keys. “But, to be honest…I don’t think that i really need my phone tonight, anyway. I’ve stopped offering commissions…so I shouldn’t be getting any important business inquiries. I don’t think that I really need to get my charger after all.”

Was he making excuses so that he could spend the more time with Jo instead of having to cut it short and go to his vehicle?

…No. Absolutely not.

He glanced at Tilly before looking back at Jo. “You mentioned skinny-dipping…any other plans, or is tonight one of Josephine’s ‘wild card’ nights…?” he asked, and then he let out an amused puff of air from his nose. “I can guess the answer to that, actually.” The hint of a smile twitched onto his face but quickly disappeared. “I’ve got no plans of the night for myself, actually…I might tag along for the ride,” he said, half-kidding in his stoic voice.

It was a joke. It truly was.

…Though he wouldn’t be opposed to spending the night with Jo.

mood
...nevermind...

location
the school

outfit
casual

playing...
god's plan (drake cover)

by our last night

mentions
n/a

interactions
jo & tilly

tags

natsukashii

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ohdittoh · May 24, 2021

LINDSAY MORGAN KAY

do it, no balls

Lin clutched his stomach and threw his head back to cackle, his short, syllabic laughs making his whole body bounce at Zeph’s whiny little “hey, my ideas don’t suck”.

Holy fuck, the dude was so unintentionally hilarious— Lin fucking loved him. Big guy, little kid energy, except he was lowkey more like a toddler who lacked object permanence because he always seemed pretty confused when he was around Lin, which made him even funnier.

Lin wondered if he covered his face and went “peek-a-boo”, Zeph would be all “where did you go, bro?”

Luhmaooooo, don’t quote him on that! He was kidding.

Duuuuuhhhhhh.

…but also, would he?

I mean, asking for a friend, but…would he? Seriously?

Again, asking for a friend, luhmao.

What friend?

Uh.

Linda O’Kay.

YEAH.

Yeah, Linda, luhmao.

“But exploring sounds…sounds fun. Yeah, yeah, let’s go exploring,” Zeph said, smiling brightly.

“Let’s get iiiiiit-t-t-t-t!” Lin said, pumping his fists and then patting them on his chests all King Kong style. “Ooooollloooolllooo!” he whooped, and then he laughed, putting one hand up beside his mouth as if what he was going to say next was a secret. “That’s my ‘let’s get it’ screech,” he explained to Zeph in a whisper. He grinned widely and dropped his hand, dissolving into laughter.

Suddenly, a weight came upon Lin’s back, and his eyes widened for a moment as he stumbled back a step.

“Heya strangers,” said a voice just behind his head, and it registered with Lin what had just happened.

His face lit up like he’d just gotten offered five loaves of bread when he heard the voice, his eyes brightening and his grin shifting to a bright, huge, ear-to-ear smile.

He turned to face the direction of the voice just as its owner— who was hanging onto his back— planted a peck on his cheek.

“Howdy,” Lin greeted back, laughing happily and making a kissy face, though he couldn’t exactly pull an exorcist to kiss her cheek back. “Iyit feels like iyit's been ceyenturees siyince Ah layast laid eyes on you, old partner,” he said, putting on an amazing Southern accent, kicking his heels as if there were spurs on them and mimicking that he was spitting tobacco on the ground. He laughed, and then he realized that it was probably hard for her to hang on during that because it made turbulence, which made him laugh even harder because turbulence was a dumb word, luhmao.

“Sorry if I interrupted the broment,” she said. “I could feel the chemistry all the way up on the third floor. I think you’ll forgive me though because I come bearing gifts.” She dropped off of his back, and Lin, admittedly, felt a little sad about the warmth and weight leaving him, but the excited ness on his face grew as Charlie whipped off her backpack and opened it wide.

Inside gleamed several cans of silly string, a fuckton of snacks, and a lotta other stuff, too. It was so beautiful— it was really enough to make a grown ass man break down a sob.

“Figured you two would be up to some sort of mischief and could use the extra material,” Charlie said.

“Fuck yeah!” Lin said excitedly, and he leaned over and pecked Charlie on the side of the lips. He leaned back with a cackle, pumping his fists again, and then he gave a couple of pelvic thrusts to accent the next couple of words: “Fuck! Yeah!”

“Nah, we were just exploring,” Zeph said. “You wanna come with?”

Lin looked up at Zeph with a diminutive laugh, and he took a swaggering step towards him. “Zeph, Zeph, Zeph.” He shook his head, laughing, and he put a hand on his shoulder. “Bro, bro…come close.” Lin crooked his finger and bounced it in a “come hither” motion. “Hey, bro, when I said exploring, I didn’t mean exploring, I meant exploring, duh. That means yeah, we were just getting up to mischief in your bougie talk.”

Lin leaned back with a “luhmao!”, and he snapped his fingers a few times, making a Z in the air. “Get it straight, luhmao!”

He looked over at Charlie. “Fuck yeah, Charlie! Mischief— wooo!” He grinned at her. “Come with, come with, come with!” he chanted. “I have an idea of just what we can do.”

He then looked between Charlie and Zeph and said, “Race ya to the lit room!”

With that, he took off, calling behind him, “Last one there is a rotten egg!”

mood
race ya lmao

location
the school

outfit
lookin fly as always

playing...
all i do is win

by dj khaled

mentions
n/a

interactions
zeph & charlie

tags

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Winona · May 24, 2021

Casey Clairmont

Alright, Casey was bored.

Yeah, yeah, he didn't know why, either.

Well he did.

His sisters were B-O-R-I-N-G.

(That was boring in case you couldn't spell.)

Well, Cami wasn't as boring, and she could actually be a touch of fun. But Chanel was about as fun as like... a flavorless bowl of oatmeal -- and Chanel actually liked oatmeal! Like the heathen she was. No one actually liked oatmeal, no matter how much flavorful stuff you put into it, it still tasted like dirt. Nah, Lucky Charms were where it was at.

Yeah, when Casey had been really little, he'd had a habit of picking out the marshmallows and just leaving the boring cereal for his sisters.

God he was such a good brother. He was saving them from getting cavities, clearly, of which he'd had many from his high sugar diet followed by an intense... well... forgetting to brush his teeth. Yeah, what a surprise, Casey was kind of clueless sometimes. Yeah, yeah, hard to imagine such a serious guy such as him would be.

He glanced down at Cami as she asked about the sleeping bags, his head tilting slightly to the side.

"I dunno," he said, and then his eyes lit up with the most genius of ideas. "I bet we can sleep on the tables. I've always wanted to sleep on a table, ya know? On my bucket list, right underneath 'ride off the Niagara Falls in a barrel.'" He held a finger up in the air, dragging it through the air as if he were reading off of a list, and then gave a sure nod of his head as he finished his lovely tangent which was... well... it was half a joke. Casey would definitely ride off of the falls in a barrel except he'd been told that it was "dangerous" and blah, blah.

Maybe he would when he was an old man. He'd maneuver the barrel with his little old man cane.

He huffed at Cami's "nO fiREs" comment and didn't reply, although for her, he wouldn't touch the lighter in his pocket. Just for her, he'd keep it away for another fun day. Inwardly, he could feel a tiny part of him die, and he patted his pocket with the lighter in it as a little "I'm so sorry" to the object in his pocket.

He'd make it up to the lighter later.

"Ya know what really breaks the ice?" He said, a goofy grin on his face. He didn't answer with words, though, instead electing to use his hand to wiggle his fingers up in a very flame-y like kind of situation.

He laughed, though, and then grabbed hold of Cami's arm. "C'mon, let's go find something fun to do. Like... like... a food fight. Do they do food fights? Man, you know what would be cool? Every break into song." He glanced back over his shoulder at Chanel, waving at her as he dragged his other sister away. "See ya later, Nel. I'd drag you with, but... you'd probably kill someone with your Medusa eyes if they got spaghetti in your hair."

With another laugh, he turned around and set back to dragging Chanel into the school.

Ah.... the school...

Which he totally knew his way around.

To-tal-ly.

For a while, Casey kind of just dragged Cami around aimlessly -- well, he let go of her arm and walked, with occasional glances at Cami to make sure that she was still following him. Hey, sure, he could totally do this kind of stuff all on his own, but having one (or, preferably, both) of his sisters to tag along with him always gave Casey... like... well, it made him a little more sure. They were like an extra lair of protection.

Similar to how he always felt uncomfortable if he didn't have a lighter in his pocket.

"The gym!" He said, as if it was necessary for him to announce where they were as he stepped through the doors into the gymnasium, which was absolutely crawling with other students. "Aha, see, Cami, we hit the jackpot. The jackpot of people to talk to and befriend, ya know?"

He spun around, walking backwards away from Cami as he continued to speak. Dramatically, he pressed a hand over his chest. "I told ya to just trust me, ya know? I said 'just follow me, I'll find us people.' And ya didn't believe me, and ya know, I'll wait for your apology in the form of a written letter, dressed, signed, and delivered with a wax seal via carrier pigeon. Not carrier owl, not carrier Cami. Nope, only pigeon, 'cause pigeons are freaking coo--"

His words came to an abrupt halt as he felt himself bump into someone much smaller. Alarmed, the tall junior spun on his heel to look down at the person that he'd collided with, only to see a rather young looking brunette girl.

"Oh dude I'm so, so, sorry," he started stammering, reaching out with a hand to touch her arm and make sure she was steady. "Ya good? I didn't hurt you or anything, yeah?"

Oh yeah, he was rocking the first impressions at this school.

mood
mood mood mood

location
location location location

outfit
outfit outfit outfit

playing...
Kerosene

by Courage My Love

mentions
N/A

interactions
Chanel, Cami, Kelli

tags

Soap

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Winona · May 24, 2021

Elizabeth Sterling

Ugh. Beth had been laying in her bed for, like, what felt like a whole lifetime waiting for Tori to finish getting ready to go. Like seriously, how long did it take to get ready for a lock-in? Like everyone was going to probably look like garbage, anyway, so why bother trying? Yeah, instead of trying, Beth had elected for like... a sweater and skinny jeans. Simple, but cute, and of course some makeup. Like you couldn't leave the house without something.

Well, you could, but not to somewhere that would be crawling with hot guys that she'd have to see on a daily basis. She didn't want anyone thinking that she was trashy looking or whatever.

The door to her bedroom was finally flung open and standing there in the doorway was her lovely sister, Victoria. Beth glared at her, dropping her phone onto her chest as she looked towards Tori with an eyebrow raised in a kind of "well, are you ready yet?" type of fashion.

"Haul ass, Elizabeth!" Tori had the nerve to say as she clapped her hands together in a chop, chop fashion. "We're two hours later!"

Yeah, because of you, Beth thought to herself as her lips briefly parted in shock that her sister would have the nerve to blame her. Beth had been laying around practically for hours waiting for Tori to finish getting ready, but you know, she didn't want to start tonight off on a bad note and call her sister out on that. Nope. Beth could bite her tongue and swallow her pride, let Tori think that it was her that had been--

"Oh my god," she said with a huff of disbelief as she pushed herself up so she was resting on her elbows. "I've literally been waiting for you. I didn't make us late."

Well, so much for not starting off on a bad note.

Beth rolled her eyes as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself from the mattress.

"You have everything ready?"

"Duh," Beth said with another roll of her eyes as she grabbed the strap of her backpack and lifted it from the ground. She wiggled it at Tori, as if just saying yes and picking up the backpack wouldn't be enough to convince her sister. Nope, Beth had to straight up shake it at her as proof that she was capable of oh, you know, taking care of herself. Packing a bag all alone and getting herself ready for the lock-in. Like, she wasn't twelve or fourteen anymore. She was almost sixteen, which was basically like being an adult and like, Tori had taken care of herself at sixteen here in LA.

So why did she feel the need to ride Beth's case so much?

“When’s the last time that you dusted?”

Oh my god. She was not getting on Beth about dusting.

"Stop," she snapped as she slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked over, smacking Tori's hand away from her bookshelf. "I don't have to like dust my bookshelves. No one actually dusts -- like, literally no one, except super weird freaking... clean freaks."

Like you was implied somewhere in there.

She huffed, following her sister out of her bedroom and pulling the door closed after her. For the most part, as Tori's rapid fire questions started being shot at her, Beth just answered with "yes" to everything until the questions stopped coming. Could she tell you what the questions had been? Literally, no. She hadn't been actually paying attention, because she'd heard all of this so many times before that it was just redundant.

"Do you have this, do you have that?"

Blah, blah, blah.

Literally, Tori needed to lay off, because Beth had this handled. She could take care of herself.

There were so many freshmen who were at this school totally unsupervised. If they were fine, then why wouldn't Beth be? She was so much mature than half of the other kids in her grade, even.

And then Tori pulled her into a hug, and Beth struggled for a moment before she gave in.

After a moment, Tori let go and headed out, saying something about meeting Beth at the car.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Beth grumbled to herself. She waited until Tori had left, and then she headed to the bathroom to grab her toothbrush and shove it into one of the front pockets of her backpack.

(Okay, maybe she had been kind of listening.)

With a sigh, she headed out of the apartment, pulling the door closed and locking it behind her before she headed down the stairs to meet Tori at her car.

Thankfully, the actual drive from the school to the lock-in wasn't super long. Like she couldn't have handled much longer of listening to Tori's horrible taste in music (even if she found herself humming along to a song or two), but also she was just ready to finally be at the lock-in.

Go have fun. This year was going to be a way better lock-in than last year's -- Beth was positive of that.

Of course, as she should've expected, once they actually arrived at the lock-in and started to get out of the car, the first thing that Tori had to ask her was -- again -- if she'd forgotten anything. Which earned yet another eye roll from Beth. Seriously, she was going to end up with a headache by the end of the night if her sister kept this up.

"Yes, I have everything," she said with another eye roll as she walked to the front of the car to meet her sister and then started towards the school with her.

“So,” Tori started, “what’ve you got up your sleeve tonight, Lizzie Beth? Do you have plans?”

Was Tori trying to fish to see if Beth was up to anything, like, bad tonight? She glanced towards her sister, a little mischievous grin coloring her features as she just gave a shrug of her shoulders.

"Not really -- guess we'll just see where the night heads," she said, although her sister's focus had shifted elsewhere. Beth followed her sister's gaze and--

Oh hello.

Well, Beth for one recognized the two boys now approaching them as Hot Gray and Hotter Gray. Yeah, she hadn't exactly bothered to remember their names, but she did know that Hot Gray had called her a child which kind of rubbed her the wrong way, so... whatever.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Fifteen,” said Hot Gray.

“Oh my God— if it isn’t Twenty-Nine,” Victoria replied. “And Junior.”

She understood why they called each other by their room numbers or whatever, but also it was kind of lame. Beth gave a nonchalant glance around to make sure none of her friends were listening, and she was greeted by the beautiful sight of literally no one, so her dorky older sister could be as weird as she wanted.

“I must say, I thought my memory had deceived me on how beautiful you are but clearly time has treated you well,” Hot Gray continued, and Beth's jaw practically dropped open.

Oh my god.

OH MY GOD.

Her sister was being flirted with right in front of her face.

“Ever the charmer,” she laughed, shaking her head. “But the same to you. You’re all grown up. Last time I saw you, you were just a widdle sophomore. Emphasis on widdle,” she kidded. “Especially for Junior over there.”

Oh my god, she didn't even flirt back. She just called him little. Oh my god.

Internally, Beth face palmed out of pure frustration.

But also--

"Sophomore is not widdle," she grumbled under her breath.

They acted as if there were, like, a twenty years difference between sophomores and themselves.

“And you must be…Beth, right? The younger sister? Pleasure to finally meet you.” Hot Gray said and even held his hand out for Beth to shake.

Wow, a gentleman.

They needed more of those around this school. Like every guy she knew was an asshole.

(So maybe she was only thinking of one guy, but it still applied.)

She smiled sweetly, shaking his hand and giving a nod of her head. "Yep, Beth, pleasure to meet you, too," she said with that easy smile on her face as she dropped her hand back to her side.

“Oh, right.” Tori finally seemed to remember that it wasn't just her and Hot Gray and acknowledged her little sister. “You didn’t get to meet these guys first time around.” She gestured to Ezra. “This one here is the loser of the dorm games, Mister Twenty-Nine,” she said. “And there’s the other loser, Twenty-Nine Junior.” She looked over at her sister again. “Or, ya know, as most people know them, Ezra and Spencerrrr…?” She said, trailing off as if she couldn't quite remember their names. “Ez and Spencer, not to be confused with Pez Dispenser.”

"Ez and Spencer," Beth echoed. Well, Hot Gray had already introduced himself, so she looked towards Hotter Gray. The younger Gray. "Hi," she said, smiling at him before looking back at Beth as she started to talk again.

“It’s been so long!” she said. “Seriously, how have you two been? You just…dropped off the face of the earth! I didn’t think that I’d ever see you again! I didn’t even get to ask for your numbers last time— that was a total crime.”

Boring. More reminiscing. Yawn.

mood
mood mood mood

location
location location location

outfit
outfit outfit outfit

playing...
Good Girl

by Julian Moon

mentions
mentions mentions mentions

interactions
interactions interactions interactions

tags
tags tags tags

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jasmyn · May 25, 2021

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how he's feeling...

confident and amused
what he's wearing...

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where he's at...

by the art room?
in the conversation...

slutter Winona jj Soap

Dorian Harlow

the actor ~ 17 ~ senior

Dorian had been at his parent's house all day and quite frankly he couldn't wait to get the hell out. His father was out of town for some business endeavor and so his mother had been calling him over for every little thing. Today it was something about the boxes of Thanksgiving decor which she could've hired someone to help with. They had spent all afternoon going through it and just when he assumed he was done, she roped him into dinner too.

Now, Dorian was well aware that he wasn't his mother's favorite so he knew that this was far more than a mom who just missed her kid's company. If that were the case, she'd have invited both the twins over but yet here he was with no Mads and that told him all he needed to know. There were ulterior motives and he was pretty certain what they were.

Dorian was no stranger to his mother's "ways" so he could tell that she was trying to get something out of him and he assumed had to do with Lucky. About a week ago, at a family lunch outing, she had been sitting right beside him when he received a phone call from his secret cousin. She must've seen the name flash across the screen and grown worried or curious or whatever she was now because she's been weird since.

While with his sister, Mrs. Harlow would've flat out caused a scene and asked, she knew Dorian wouldn't hesitate to give her the cold shoulder which is why she took a different approach with him. Hence her trying to sneakily gather intel like some weird spy. Not that Dorian didn't notice right away. The only reason he didn't want his mother to know was Maddie.

If Maddie found out then she would be hurt that he had kept such a big secret for so long and he didn't want to deal with that. Dorian was good at that. Keeping secrets from loved ones. He always told himself that he was doing it for them, that he didn't want them to be hurt or whatever the case was but honestly, a lot of times his reasons were purely selfish. He just didn't want to see it that way so he didn't.

"I really have to go now, mom. I told JJ I would meet her and I'm running late," Dorian said as he walked towards the front door. Of course, he left out the whole school lock-in thing otherwise his mother would throw one of her lectures out and it would be a whole thing. As far as she needed to know he was taking his girlfriend on a date and he knew that she wouldn't ask too many questions because it was JJ and his mom actually liked this one. Win win.

Thirty minutes later and he had already stopped by the store to get some of JJ's favorite snacks and was now pulling into an empty space in the school parking lot. He hadn't seen much of her during the week due to both of their busy schedules and so tonight he vowed was all about her. He'd already brought up the idea of them sneaking into the theater room and watching a movie on the big projector. It was perfect.

He stuffed the snacks into his duffle bag before slinging it over his shoulder and walking up the concrete steps and into the school. It didn't take long for him to find JJ, she stuck out easily above everyone else plus she had told him where to look. As he got closer he realized who she was talking to. Fucking great.

Dorian had only had the displeasure of chatting with Damien on Twitter but he already knew he didn't like the guy. And no, it wasn't only because he hit on JJ like it was his damn job because he was pretty secure in the fact that he and JJ were a thing now. This guy though, seemed like a punching bag in human form. Seriously. It was like every single time he decided to get online and type away he was just pleading for someone to beat the hell out of him.

"You weren't kidding about being bothered by idiots, huh?"

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Winona · May 25, 2021

Ashton West

Her smile faltered, her head tilting to the side, her eyebrows drawing together in an expression of confusion.

"You don't smoke," was his immediate response to her, and obviously not the response that she wanted to hear.

Like what the fuck was he doing? What the fuck was he trying to do? That wasn't... supposed to be... his response, that wasn't how he went by in her head, and he certainly, certainly, wasn't supposed to seem like... what? Concerned or something? Like seriously, what in the hell was that about?

He was supposed to put weed first. And alcohol because who wouldn't? So when she asked for the trade, it was supposed to be more of a "feck yeah," because like, sure, Ash didn't really smoke, but she would. She would if it would kill the fake worry that was changing his expression to something that she didn't recognize. If it would extinguish the sound of concern from his voice, because that just made her heart lurch.

Her hand holding the vodka bottle lowered heavily, and the bottle smacked against the wall. She winced, glancing down at it to see if it had broken, but thankfully, it hadn't.

"I'm...," he started and she lifted her head back up to look at him once again.

She waited for him to continue that sentence, but he didn't.

Go away, she silently pleaded, because the last thing she really wanted was him here.

Well that was a damn lie -- she did want him there, of course she did, but she didn't... like... want him seeing her like this. It was embarrassing, and it would probably just ruin his night, and then he'd be jumping on the ever growing train of people that just... that just hated her.

She could feel it.

“Ash…,” he started. “Are…you…”

Okay?

She could finish that sentence for him, and she knew what the answer would be.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, I'm okay.

A laugh, a smile, and it would be forgotten. Move on, move on, that's all she really wanted to do, and like... he could help her with that. He could... he could help her with that if he'd just like... if he'd just... give in and let her pretend. Because like, it would only take a handful of minutes. Just a few minutes of faking it, and then she would feel fine. She'd be fine. She'd brush this off and it would be nothing.

Callum's words. Nickie's words. Even JJ's stupid words.

None of it would scar her skin forever, and she wouldn't even let it all burn for a minute.

Nope, because she was fine.

She felt less fine the longer she looked at Trevor, so she diverted her gaze to the floor in front of her feet, but that just made her dizzy and caused her to start swaying, so she squeezed her eyes shut instead.

Maybe if Ash just squeezed her eyes tightly enough shut, he'd disappear. He'd give up, and he'd turn and head right back out that door, and she could sink back to the floor and she could resume what was on her previous itinerary. Just the... just the drinking, and the staring at the broken glass under the table, and trying to just... forget?

Something along those lines.

"Sit down," his voice was stern, and that caused her eyes to flutter back open and her eyebrows to draw closer together, until she heard the stammered add-on of "please."

Somewhere in the depths of her numbing chest, her heart cracked at that. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The last thing that Ash had wanted to do tonight was to drag anyone else down with her. All she'd really wanted to do was ruin her own night -- well, she didn't want to ruin her own night, but it appeared to be the only thing she was good at.

Lighting everything around her on fire until all that remained were the sad ashes.

Guess her name kind of made sense, in a way.

She didn't make any kind of move to do as he'd asked, though.

"You're going to hurt yourself," he said. “You— you don’t need weed right now.” Yes, she did.

His hands reached forward, gripping either of her shoulders. Involuntarily, she flinched at his touch, but didn't make any move to step away and she relaxed just as quickly. Slowly, she risked letting her gaze travel up until her eyes met his, but trying to meet his gaze was too hard, so she let her weak gaze fall back down at his last words.

“You need water and to sit down.”

"I... I don't," she mumbled back, but this time, she actually did as he asked and she stepped away from the wall to take a seat in the chair, her movements sluggish as she did so. She started to lift the bottle of vodka up towards her, but after a moment, Ash thought better of it and instead, she placed it on the ground beside her, and then she allowed her arms to cross over her stomach with her gaze focused on the ground just in front of her.

"You don't... I don't need to be uhh... babysat or whatever," Ash said and gave a dismissive, sluggish wave at him with her hand. Her voice was still quiet, still shaky as she tried to speak. "I'm not... I'm not dumb, I'm just a... a bitch, so I'll be... fine, you can... you can just go. Do just... whatever."

Yeah, fuck it, she did still need the vodka and she reached back down, her fingers closing around the all too familiar feel of the glass bottle. She lifted it back up, bringing it to rest in her lap but not taking a sip from it quite yet.

"I'm not... I'm not going to just... hurt myself," she mumbled again.

Although like, he wasn't wrong, and maybe that's why the sentiment had stung so much this time. Because literally, she hadn't even been drunk and she'd hurt herself on the broken glass, and just-- just--

No, she was right, he was wrong.

She was fine, he could leave.

"Just... just go." Somewhere in the desperation of that plea, there was a please twisted in there and tacked on. You just kind of had to squint between the lines in order to see it.

mood
mood mood mood

location
location location location

outfit
outfit outfit outfit

playing...
Secrets

by We Three

mentions
N/A

interactions
Trevor

tags

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ohdittoh · May 25, 2021

kellian phelan

keep smiling

Kelli was, well, starry-eyed, awe-struck, jaw-dropped, floored, bamboozled, confounded, amazed, startled, whamabammadingdong, and everything in-between right now.

First, she got a charm bracelet from the one, the only Bella Dupont, who, no, Kelli didn’t really know yet, but, yes, was an absolutely amazing, awesome human being who Kelli just knew was going to be a total real one.

Now, she was meeting Naomi Elizondo— the one, the only! Which was insane! Because in what world did Kelli actually meet an actual writing goddess, in the flesh? Like, Bella, c’mon, pinch her! She was totally dreaming!

But, wait…if Bella was a figment of her imagination, could she really pinch her?

…bah, thinking about it hurt her head, so she’d just live this dream right now and cross the “waking up” bridge when she got to it.

Little did Kelli know that her night— no, scratch it— her whole school thingy was about to be made ten times better.

(The word was experience, and yes, that was an exaggeration, but no, Kelli was not aware of either of these— at present, she was above cloud nine, over the moon, and was now touching Uranus.)

(Ha. Touching Uranus.)

Someone bumped into her back, and Kelli turned around, confused.

The person that she saw when she turned, though, made her jaw basically unhinge, her eyebrows raise to her hairline, and her eyes grow bigger than saucers.

There.

In the.

FLESH.

Was the.

ONE.

The.

ONLY.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDD!

CASEY.

CLAIRMONT.

She recognized his face immediately.

“Oh dude I’m so, so, sorry,” he stammered, and he reached out a hand to touch her arm. “Ya good? I didn’t hurt you or anything, yeah?”

This was.

UNREAL.

CASEY CLAIRMONT WAS TOUCHING HER ARM.

THE CASEY CLAIRMONT.

“Oh my gosh,” Kelli said, barely able to breathe. “Omigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigosh!” She glanced from his hand to his face to his hand to his face to his hand to his face to his— “Oh my gosh!”

She looked at Bella. “No way!” She looked back at Casey. “No way no way no WAY— no way!”

She blinked, trying to get compose herself. She folded her hands and shook her head, smiling so widely that her smile seemed to take up half of her face. “You’re fine, you’re fine! You don’t need to apologize! I-I’m good— I’m amazing— oh my gosh, I’m never going to wash my arm again— oh my gosh!”

She popped out a hand. “Casey! I know you! I know your— I know— oh my gosh, Casey Clairmont— I’m— hi!” Kelli was stammering like crazy and giggling like crazy— and wowowowowowowing like crazy internally.

A dream. This had to be a dream!

“I’m Kelli!” she tried again. “Kelli Phelan— huge fan of your whole family!”

Her eyes trailed to his side, and then her eyes somehow— somehow— got wider.

SHE WAS GOING TO FAINT.

OH MY GOSH.

THERE WAS NO WAY.

THERE WAS JUST NO WAY.

“Omigoshomigosh!” Kelli exclaimed in a gasp. “You’re so— you’re so pretty in person, Camille— oh my gosh, oh my gosh! You’re such an— oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” She held her other hand out for Cami to shake. “I’m Kelli Phelan— you’re— wow! I’m— wow! Wow!”

She looked over her shoulder at Bella. “Bella! Bella, look! Bella, look!” Kelli said excitedly. “Omigosh!” She looked back at Cami and Casey. “Omigosh! I’m so honored! Best day of my life! Omigosh!”

mood
OMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSH

location
the gym

outfit
cute fit (courtesy of ronnie!)

playing...
apple pie

by the scary jokes

mentions
naomi

interactions
bella, casey, & cami

tags

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Winona · May 25, 2021

Damien Slater

Felix deserved an award or some shit for his fucking impeccable wingman abilities. And yeah, Slater was perfectly willing to overlook the shit that Felix had pulled last week in favor of this week's improvement. This week? He was proving himself as worth of Slater's appreciation and time.

Felix, congrats, you stay.

Yeah, it wasn't difficult to get onto Slater's good side, or to get on Slater's bad side, or to swap back and forth. He was very much a in the moment type of fuck that kind of kept his opinions based on whatever had just been thrown at him. In some ways, Slater could probably be compared to a bird or some shit -- you know, the ones with the week long memories, because Slater's brain was probably fried enough at this point to be similar.

The only thing that Felix had done to earn his spot had been to start going along with his dumb as fuck lies.

Even if his little ballet move attempt was fucking weak and embarrassing, but Slater could overlook that for the bigger picture.

Unfortunately, Felix quickly slid straight back onto Slater's fucking hit list as he bid them farewell and took off. He glared after his friend for a solid couple minutes, until JJ spoke again and he was reminded once again of what his original task had been, which was to try and fuck a girl.

That made it sound really bad--

He wasn't doing that shit. He was just getting in good with the hot girls, for when their boyfriends fucked up and they needed a shoulder to cry on. And ol' Slater would be right there, waiting to help them out the moment they needed him.

Sure, Slater was playing the long game, but he was fucking fine with that.

“... Aren’t you gonna use the video from Arts Fest? Why are you still in front of me, I don’t get it?”

What?

Slater was about to open his mouth, but then a distinctly annoying male voice sounded instead and the very sound just made his eardrums feel like they were about to bleed. With an annoyed glare over his shoulder, he looked to see who had come to fucking ruin his time with the hot chick, and--

Oh it was this fucking dumbass.

Dorian, the fucking boyfriend.

"You weren't kidding about being bothered by idiots, huh?"

"Hilarious, haha, I'm practically rolling with laughter," Damien replied, his voice as monotone and unamused as one could get as he glared at the fucking dude. "Actually, we were having a great conversation. Yeah, Felix and I were just looking for help for a commercial I gotta do, was about to offer it to JJ here, but..." He shrugged.

"I'll find someone else that wants to be broadcast on television."

Really, Slater probably shouldn't be left unattended for long. Without a friend to back his lies, or a friend to just... drag his lies down to a more... like... reasonable, somewhat believable level.

Because the longer Damien was left to his own devices, the more fucking wild and out there his fucking stories would get, and the deeper of a hole he'd dig for himself, and then he'd kick himself for getting into such a scenario, but... hey, ya know what they always fucking said.

That was future Slater's problem.

Dumbass.

mood
mood mood mood

location
location location location

outfit
outfit outfit outfit

playing...
DONTTRUSTME

by 3OH!3

mentions
N/A

interactions
Dorian, JJ

tags

Soap

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ohdittoh · May 25, 2021

trevor callaghan

feckin' fuck off

Trevor couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as she lowered herself into the ground, though it was more of a choppy breath than a full sigh; his lungs were too tense to allow him to breathe in or out fully, and even that much breath caused his lungs to ache and tighten more.

She lowered the bottle onto the floor, and he considered confiscating it, but then he realized that that would only succeed in her getting pissed at him or shutting off or yelling or—

None of those things— none of those options that played rapid-fire in his head— were pleasant ones.

He shockingly reached out to grab a chair, and he dragged it to sit beside Ash’s. He lowered himself down into it slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements.

“You don’t…I don’t need to be uhh…babysat or whatever,” said Ash, and she gave a too-slow wave as an attempt to dismiss him. Her voice was small, shaky, quiet— not Ash, not the way it should be— and the cymbals rang in Trevor’s ears again. “I’m not…I’m not dumb, I’m just a…a bitch—“

He blinked.

A bitch?

“— so I’ll be…fine, you can…you can just go. Do just…whatever.”

She reached down and picked up the bottle again, her motions heavy and distinctly drunken.

He immediately wished that he had confiscated the vodka. Fuck pissing her off— she was going to wind up in a hospital bed.

"I'm not...I'm not going to just…hurt myself," she mumbled. "Just…just go."

“Absolutely not.”

He answered without thinking, but he didn’t really have the capacity to think right now. Everything in him was racing as the adrenaline coerced through his veins.

For a moment, everything seemed suspended, frozen, and he studied her again, took in everything as his words registered in his head but only slightly— as he took in just enough information to know what was going on and not think about it.

Her face. Her wet cheeks, bloodshot eyes, puffy lips, and a distinct go-away-leave-me-alone look in her eyes. The way a few stray hairs were glued to the dried tears on her face. Everything about it— he didn’t know— fucking hurt him.

He didn’t know Ash. He couldn’t act like he did.

There were so many things that he didn’t understand about her, from the way that she treated people to the way that she actually acted like she enjoyed his presence to the way that she moved to the way that she acted to the way that she though to the way that she dressed to the way that she every single fucking thing.

But he knew not Ash.

And this was not Ash.

This was…

This was…

Someone had done this to her, someone had made her this way, or something had happened or some shit like that, but he wasn’t thinking about the how or the why or the anything, because that wasn’t what was right in front of him.

Right in front of him was Ashton West. It didn’t matter if Ashton West was or wasn’t his girlfriend, it didn’t matter if Ashton West did or didn’t know him.

This Ashton West was drunk, and hurt, and Trevor— Trevor couldn’t explain it, couldn’t even stop to think about it, couldn’t even attempt to register or vocalize it, but…

Trevor was seeing her as just a being, as just Ash, as just a girl that he cared about for some damn reason and a girl who was hurting and a girl, regardless of everything else, regardless of any circumstances, regardless of anything, needed help.

“I’m not going ta leave you alone in a classroom to drink until you pass out,” Trevor said. He was sure to annunciate, to keep his voice firm and steady, and he tried to look into her eyes— or at least into her face. He had to let her know that he was dead serious. “Whether you think you’re going to hurt yourself or not, I’m not going to let you risk it, and I’m not going to leave.”

There were so many questions that he had, so many things that he wanted to ask— but he knew that— he knew that it probably wasn’t the best idea to ask them.

So, for fucking once, Trevor kept his damn mouth shut, and he didn’t say what he was thinking, and he didn’t act on his first instinct, and he didn’t— he didn’t—

He leaned his back against the seat, trying to feign casualness when every single cell of him was tense and every single emotion thudded in every beat of his pounding heart. “You can just act like I’m not here if it helps, but I’m not going to go away.” He held his hand out for the bottle, looking into her face again. “And I charge for my presence— at least share with me.”

He knew what helped when he was hurting, but he damn sure didn’t know what a sobbing, drunken girl needed. Still, he was going to try.

“I promise, that’s the only thing I need,” he said in a softer voice. “I don’t need ya to talk to me, I don’t need you to even look at me. But if you want to do either of those, then I…I won’t complain.” He reached out and put his hand on her chair, because he didn’t want to touch her and see her flinch again. “I’m here with you…and, uh, for you, and…I’m going to be here all night, so don’t try ta get me to go away.”

mood
...

location
a classroom

outfit
something casual

playing...
the funeral

by band of horses

mentions
n/a

interactions
ash

tags

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gh0stwriter · May 25, 2021

Lydia Fox

She followed without question. Unusual for her. She questioned everything. It was in her nature. Some therapist somewhere probably had some long-winded explanation about how it’s because she was adopted and questions why her parents would have given her up at least once a day but we weren’t going down that road.

Nope.

It was in the past and Lydia did her best to live looking toward the future. The adjustment in Dalton’s mood was amusing. A pep in his step. She was uneasy.. Unless they were headed to watch people kick babies like field goals, she had no idea what could put him in such a good mood. Very little got a rise out of him. His past which she promised herself she’d never look into and beside that, she was at a loss.

“Don’t fall behind now Fox.”

Her eyes narrowed. It wasn’t her fault he was eight feet tall. Tall, dark and handsome. The plastic way. Not that she found him handsome. It was a saying, alright? That’s it. “I’m coming.” She said nonchalantly as she sped up her pace slightly. It wasn’t easy in heels, but then again, beauty was pain and she was...definitely regretting her choice in footwear. She slowed as he approached a few lower classmen.

“Toll fee.”

Sucked to be them, she said as she moved to walk backwards, a smirk on her face as she watched the shocked looks of the freshman. They didn’t need to drink anyway. The last thing they needed was some random freshman thinking they could play in the big leagues. Inevitably they ruined it by vomiting in the halls or getting a little too emotional. How do you think Nickie Abrams became who she was today?

She caught up with him as he handed her the beer, her eyes glanced up trying to get a read on what he had in store for them. She didn’t like being left in the dark, usually why she was always the one with the plan. Life just happened better if she was in charge. Obviously.

“Here we are Sherlock.”

A smirk formed as he used her previous nickname. Very few people got her and she was lucky to have a few people that did. Or at least cared enough to try. Not that he cared about her. Cause he didn’t. But he played along. They both did and that was enough.

The pool.

Interesting location. Neither one really dressed for a swim. But, it was quiet. The drunk imbeciles still hadn’t discovered it. Give it half an hour before it was full of wasted teenagers trying to score a look at some random girl’s tits. She opened her beer and took a sip. It wasn’t...the worst thing she’d put in her mouth, but far from anything she would have chosen willingly. She set the beer down on a nearby bench and looked out over the pool.

“Impressive.” Her gaze returned to him. “Is this the part where the girl coyly states she doesn’t have anything to wear?” She said in a playful tone, her finger jokingly resting between her lips. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. How many girls had he brought here? She was sure this had to have been a signature move. Something so simple yet most girls would already have stripped down at the chance to skinny dip with Dalton Kirby.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she faced him as he removed his jacket and a contemplative look crossed her face. He wasn’t being serious. Just another level of the nefarious game they love to play. She’d bite. There never was any harm in looking. Just as long as she didn’t touch. Her brows raised as he began to life up his shirt. The faintest hint of abs came into view. He was good looking. Obviously. She’d be an idiot to argue against it. And was she disappointed when he stopped and let his shirt fall? No. Cause...that would be ridiculous. Just another Abercrombie and Bitch model. They were a dime a dozen.

“Look at me, nearly forgetting the rule that every gentleman follows. I really am not cut out for stuff like this but for you my lady, I shall try my best,”

She cleared her throat as he started speaking again. A swig of that beer right about now would help with her sudden case of dry mouth. “Don’t strain yourself, Kirby. Can’t afford you getting hurt on the job. My workman’s comp insurance just lapsed.” She said jokingly as he made his way toward her. What was he --

“With that said, ladies first.”

It was cold at first. The bastard pushed her in. She emerged from the surface of the water attempting to get her bearings. She was caught off guard. Catching her breath, her eyes met Dalton’s. The smug expression hadn’t left his face. “I bet you think you’re pretty proud of yourself.” She said as she swam to the pool’s edge. “These are $800 Minolo Blahniks you ass.” She reached her hand up. “Help me out.” He extended his hand. She was surprised. Did he really think that she wouldn’t retaliate? A smirk crossed his face as he went to withdraw his hand, but she reached up and grabbed him and used the side of the pool as leverage to pull him in with her. Two could play in that game.

mood
furious with a chance of amusment

location
the pool

outfit
clothes duh

playing...
Kiss the Girl

by The Little Mermaid

mentions
NA

interactions
Dalton

tags

Xed

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Soap · May 25, 2021

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how she's feeling...

focused, determined, slightly worried.
what she's wearing...

Nellie-ish
where she's at...

some hallway.
in the conversation...

Cappie 0k_mang0

Chanel Clairmont

Visuals~ 17 ~ Actress

She walked into the school with the intent to get this lock-in over with as soon as possible.

Why she was here you ask?

Well, of course that question should go to her siblings.

Chanel was practically sister of the year at this point after agreeing to attend a lock-in, some... brunch thing, and a 'triplet' date with her siblings. These past few weeks had... been interesting to say the least. So what's one more irritating event she 'has' to attend, hm?

It was odd, though.

School wasn't like every book, show, or movie had portrayed it to be. Naturally, of course Chanel knew that. She just believed that some aspects would've been different-- she wasn't sure how 'normal' a school should be considering the three had never gone to a real one before, and this was made for talented individuals. So, maybe this school was different than some-- or maybe all was like this.

There was many, many questions.

But too many to ask and Chanel didn't have a lot of time.

Most of her time this week had gone to her studies... among other things, but mainly school and... a few auditions, but so far nothing has been worth her time.

Again, time wasn't something she had a lot of anymore. Her siblings go on and on about how she should make some time for 'fun.' The word alone felt as though it was mocking her. Chanel can be fun.

It's true, she can.

She just simply chooses not to.

Her siblings would disagree and tell you that she's just like that all the time. But while some may say that Chanel may be too... serious at times, stern even, she couldn't help it.

It's who she was.

Growing up, she'd found it a little hard to feel-- or be, a little carefree like her siblings were. Casey with his obsession with fire-- which was mildly concerning but apparently their parents didn't think it was something that needed to be addressed. And Cami, with her childish love of everyone and everything, yes, she had a little bite to her bark when it mattered, but she was just as open-minded and ready for anything as Casey was.

There was Chanel, a book in her hand, and a plan to take over the world with her talent-- with nobody's help.

Her aunt was her mentor, yes-- so technically, she had helped.

But back then-- and now, it was always hard to try and get Chanel to do something a little different than what she's used to. School was a whole new ballgame, she was simply getting her bearings. The point being, Chanel was very different from her siblings. It wasn't a secret.

But... despite them both being as irritating as they were, she'd always come through them.

No matter what.

While Casey and Cami were talking about... something incredibly forgettable, Chanel might've been a little too busy on her phone-- it was as if Cami and her had switched habits in a week. If she wasn't in school, auditions, Nellie's eyes were practically glued to her phone. So, maybe she had found some sort of enjoyment on messaging a certain someone. But that didn't mean it was anything serious.

Their conversations were nothing but an interesting pastime.

Cami and Casey had been pressing the matter as if Chanel actually liked him, and she laughed in their faces on multiple occasions.

Despite the terrible name choice, because Nellie truly believed that somebody wouldn't be caught dead with the name 'Cappie.'

She's never been one for relationships.

Shocker, right?

Although, allow her to continue.

It's not that she saw relationships in a pessimistic kind of way.

There was nothing wrong with them.

It was just... Chanel was always focused on her career more than anything. Landon... well, Landon Sinclaire had been an error of judgement. They were better off as friends and Chanel could always respect a good friendship, especially when it came to business, they kept it respectable and respect meant a lot for Nellie. While their relationship wasn't something she'd do again-- it was worth to go through the trouble to say that she knew him well.

And the boys before that...

well, let's just say boys were distractions.

And everyone knew that Chanel hated distractions.

At some point, her and her siblings had went their separate ways, she muttered something about having to find Mikaela, their childhood friend, yes. Say whatever you want-- call her an honorary sibling at this point because here Chanel was, trying to correct her mistakes.

Okay, she's probably going a bit too far.

Mikaela was probably having harmless fun.

But it just didn't sit right with Chanel to know that she was out, intoxicated with some party girl who was well-versed in all things that required having a bad influence. And whoever was that influence for her, shame on them-- but she wasn't about to allow this... 'Maggie' to be that influence for Mikaela. Even though she was probably corrupted long before that, this time Chanel wasn't a thousand miles away.

It was just a matter of finding them.

Finding them, and the person who offered to help her.

The two spotted each other on opposite side of the hallway and Chanel tilted her head in a small nod for a greeting, incredibly expensive shoes clicking onto the marble floor as she closed the distance between them.

"So... did the trail mix work, or did you use your natural charm to get the keys?"

Her voice was full of sarcasm, okay? She wasn't flirting. Don't start that.

Chanel was merely teasing... with a smile or two.

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hery · May 25, 2021

MOOD: ok

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: school
basics

MENTIONS:
Ash, Pitbull
INT:
Winona (Jace)
jasmyn (Evie)
ohdittoh (Mike)
gh0stwriter (Landon)
geminiy (Gen)
tags

TL;DR no
tl;dr

Callum Richards

"Can’t even wait for me to give an answer before they interrupt. How rude."

Callum rolled his eyes. "Then speak," he retorted, his consternation only overshadowed by the social fatigue already beginning to set in. He crossed his arms, a useless move when he couldn't even bother to straighten his back. Either way, he still managed to tower over his three classmates, and it almost felt as though he was being chewed out by Mr. Worldwide as Mike's smug eyes looked up to peruse his obvious disinterestedness.

"Yeah, I'm pale," he remarked dryly, "I don't see why that should be an issue. You don't see me making fun of your jumbo caterpillar eyebrows. If I were Evie, I'd compare your stubby caterpillars to your even shorter dick or something, but, you know..." He shrugged, glancing at the girl in question. "... I'm not Evie." His matter-of-fact tone dampened any real venom behind his words, and it didn't help that the tall boy didn't really care all that much whether or not he'd offended them or something. Maybe it made him crazy, but he went out and made such a derisive example not to be a dick, but mostly just to explain the redundancy of every point Mike was attempting to contend.

So, maybe he was being a little dickish. Call it what you will.

His eyes traveled down to Jace, who was now being pushed around by the overconfident dwarf. I wonder how tired he gets of only being called short by everyone he pisses off. There should be enough material in that guy to insult him more creatively if you're actually into that kind of effort. By the time he realized what was going on, Mike had already pulled away.

Callum took his spacing out as a sign to ditch the mundane interaction, but Evie and Mike's firmness kept him rooted in place. Clearly they wanted something and truth be told, he didn't have anywhere to be anyway. And maybe Jace's wimpy little lack of resistance kept him from completely abandoning his friend. After all, Callum wasn't completely heartless.

He widened his eyes unenthusiastically as Mike turned his attention back to him, dropping Gen's name once more. He did not so much as flinch, no muscle in his face moving besides the eyebrows lifted to intentionally feign sarcastic regard for the model's words.

"Are you only defending Ash because you want to get in Evie's pants? Or Gen's?" he queried nonchalantly, following behind Mike at a slow pace. The open and close of each classroom door felt like a bizarre countdown, and he could only imagine how badly Jace must have winced every time another door was swung open and slammed shut. Was this how people felt playing Russian Roulette, except the occupied chamber was Gen occupying... a chamber? If so, Callum figured he wouldn't be half-bad at the game.

As the last person to step through the fated door, all the dark-haired boy could do was let out a small, wry chuckle at the sight of Gen and Landon topless. He peered over at Mike, who looked like he'd just been punched in the gut. Jace, too, except more in a gay way. Callum wasn't all that thrilled to bear witness to boobs either, but he wasn't going to be a dramatic bitch about it.

Cool and composed as ever, he silently watched as Evie stormed out of the room, bumping out of the way due to his blocking of Evie's path. As the door shut, he stepped back to stand in front of the door, eyeing the door handle curiously. Anything beat having to look at that cocky asshole Landon's stupid nipples, and he couldn't even gain any satisfaction from Mike's dismay. He just really couldn't give a shit.

"Hm," he murmured, ignoring the unexpected conversation between Mike and Jace. He removed his fixed stare on the door handle as soon as Jace approached, to which he gave a nod of approval to get the hell out of what was likely to be the subject of Twitter's latest drama meltdown. He didn't really see why it all mattered anyway, as after four years people really should have gotten used to unexpected hookups, no less in the most bizarrely inappropriate places.

He stepped aside once more, allowing Jace to struggle with the lock knowing full-well nothing was going to work. At this point, even frail Jace was better off trying to bust out of the room than Callum, who held the title for "Most Sickly Student at Hollywood Arts". His eye twitched a little as Jace's shrill cry cut through the air, and a crooked smile cracked across his face due to the ridiculousness of it all. Did this mean Evie and Mike's plan backfired or had it outperformed their expectations?

He finally turned around, making casual eye contact with the precariously-arranged duo on the other end of the classroom. "Mind letting us out? You two have a key to the door or something we need, I'm assuming?"

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Winona · May 25, 2021

Ashton West

Her shoulders were slouched down, her head tilted down, and she just... felt... she didn't... she didn't feel anything except... defeated. Yeah... yeah, that was the best to describe it. Defeated. None of her pitiful attempts to try and deflect Trevor's worries had worked and now, he'd pulled his chair over to take a seat beside her. She didn't look over, she didn't acknowledge that she knew where he was.

She was just defeated. Exhausted. Ash barely had the energy to keep her eyes open right now, but she didn't have it in her to try and sleep, so she just found herself stuck in this... horrible fucking shady middle ground.

“I’m not going ta leave you alone in a classroom to drink until you pass out,” Trevor said.

Ash didn't want to look at him, but she could feel his eyes boring into her skin. She lifted her head, forcing herself to face the music and actually look over at him. Her gaze studied his face, trying to decide between if he was just a damn good actor, or if any of the concern in his expression, in his movements, was sincere.

Maybe it was just a...

He was playing up the part of caring boyfriend because it was what was expected of him, but there was no one around to judge him on it, and it wasn't like anyone actually knew, so it was...

A failed point to make.

She gave up trying to make sense of this. It was causing her head to start to throb with a headache again, and she... couldn't handle... that... right now.

“Whether you think you’re going to hurt yourself or not, I’m not going to let you risk it, and I’m not going to leave.”

She shifted her gaze away from him again, her eyes focusing on the tiled floor in front of her. Most of his words were falling on deaf ears. And of course, it was just Ash's luck that the one time she actually wanted, needed, Trevor to run off and leave her alone was the one time that he was refusing to move.

She started to lift the bottle up to take a drink, but seemed to think better of it after a moment and settled the bottle back in her lap.

“You can just act like I’m not here if it helps, but I’m not going to go away.” He held his hand out, and she glanced back from the floor to look at his hand and then up to his face. “And I charge for my presence— at least share with me.”

A smile cracked across her face for a moment, followed by a little exhale of air that almost resembled a laugh.

"Kind of unfair," she mumbled, her tone less broken, more just... plain monotone, but she held the bottle out to him.

Once it was freed from her grasp, Ash wasn't sure what to do with her hands. She pressed her palms against her knees, her eyes shifting down to look, and then she tried clasping her hands together, but that felt wrong.

“I promise, that’s the only thing I need,” he said in a softer voice. “I don’t need ya to talk to me, I don’t need you to even look at me. But if you want to do either of those, then I…I won’t complain. I’m here with you…and, uh, for you, and…I’m going to be here all night, so don’t try ta get me to go away.”

This fucking hurt. Trevor's stubborn insistence on staying. And it wasn't like she knew a ton about him, regardless of her title as Trevor's girlfriend, but she was nearly willing to bet that his current behavior was uncharacteristic. Which again begged the question of why he was here and-- and--

Her head started hurting again.

She crossed her arms over her stomach again.

"I... thought... about texting somebody," Ash started, because the deafening silence in the room that had been a comfort when she'd been alone felt as if it might just suffocate her now. "But I didn't... wanna... I didn't wanna bother anybody... it's just, just dumb stuff, anyway..." she mumbled.

"And I mean, like... how would I just... how would I just... 'hey, sorry to ruin your night, but I just got called a shit person back to back by Callum and then Nickie, kind of upset,'" she shook her head at the very notion, because it just sounded so ridiculous. And everyone she would've messaged, everyone she would've wanted with her, she didn't... she didn't want to bother them with her melodramatics.

She wanted to drink alone in this classroom, eventually go to sleep, and then wake up the next morning with a brutal hangover, preferably no memory of the previous night's mistakes, and then go about her life as if it had never happened.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." she started to speak again, "like for... for ruining your night, or... yeah, that, I guess. I guess just that." Ash hesitated for a moment before looking over at him again. "How'd you find me? Or were you just... were you just looking for a place to smoke?"

The second option made more sense. It was more Trevor-esque, although Trevor had been anything but himself so far tonight. At least, not the Trevor she knew so far. It was starting to become habitual for Ash to believe she knew who Trevor was, only for him to do a million uncharacteristic things that just threw her whole view of him out the window.

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Secrets

by We Three

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Xed · May 25, 2021

Spencer Gray

They were back again. After two plus years.

Two long years that left him filled with mixed emotions.

Happiness, joy, guilt, pain.

They were at Hollywood Arts again, but their return to the famous school located in Los Angeles was nothing like the first time they came.

Even now he could feel that nervous edge as he gripped his phone, hoping that the music it was playing on the speakers would not be interrupted by a dreaded buzz or ring.

After all that had happened since the first time he left, he just couldn't help but feel like something was going to go wrong.

He wanted to believe otherwise, hoped that things were different, but that dread remained firmly entrenched in him. That something had happened to Nat. That he had made the wrong decision in choosing to come back and dragging Ez along with him. That his selfish choice had hurt someone else again, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

Spencer glanced out the car window as the night lights of Los Angeles passed them by. He hated his pessimism. The pessimism that lurked in the back of his mind seemingly determined to take the joy out of every moment and crush his soul.

Then again it was well deserved. All the poor choices, the pile of broken promises, the grief that they had caused him, that he had caused himself and others.

Well, well deserved was an odd choice of words. There was a more appropriate word for it, but it just wasn't coming to him. Either way, unimportant. The important thing now was to try and have fun, enjoy every moment that he could because those moments could be so few and far between.

Falling back into a cycle of guilt about the past now when he was supposed to be having a fresh start was not the way to go. He had been held captive by his guilt long enough. Right now the goal was to keep moving forward, show that he had learned from his mistakes and pursue the career he had always dreamed of. The career he had left his sister and parents behind to pursue, that he had sacrificed and made sacrifices for.

He had to do well, he would. This experience he had been granted to have here at Hollywood Arts pursuing his dream? He was going to treasure it.

The car pulled up at the school a short while later and Spence stopped the music as he stepped out, taking in a breath of the cool night air. Hopefully this time, they would be here to stay, not just two weeks but two years for him and one year for his brother. Out of habit, he checked his phone for any messages from Nat or their parents, relaxing when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps that would settle those pessimistic thoughts for the night.

Quickly tucking it into his back pocket, he joined his older brother as they headed for the school doors, Ez pulling them open and stepping aside for Spencer to enter first.

"Thanks bro." He replied, waiting for Ez to join him inside the building before continuing to walk down the halls. There was perhaps nothing and no one he appreciated more than his big brother. Having someone he could rely on if he needed, to know he would always be there and he could always trust him, it was comforting, even amidst all the annoying little older brother things he liked to do. Especially when you could never really know if you could say the same for others.

That was the one sad thing about becoming a dancer and joining the entertainment industry. He wasn't as in as say an actor or a top star, he was just one former member of a dance crew that had gotten some local popularity and participated in some competitions and performed live back home in New Zealand, but he had seen enough that it had almost become a reflex for him to start questioning things and people where he previously wouldn't have. It had helped him a couple of times but really, he disliked how suspicious it had made him, how it, like his pessimism, ate away at the joy in those moments.

Perhaps here he would be able to shed that, after all, there were definitely far bigger stars here who had dealt with more than he ever had. When he considered that, his cynicism felt so silly, it made him crack a smile.

“Welcome to the place you’ll call home for the next two years, Spence.” Ezra chimed, wrapping his arm tightly around Spencer’s shoulders.

Spencer rolled his eyes, the smile on his face revealing no real ill will or annoyance towards his brother. Look at him go again, flexing his height like that. The gap might have been bigger a couple of years ago but he had grown and caught up to Ez and so now that height difference had shrunk to a mere three inches. Didn't stop Ez from playfully rubbing it in his face from time to time. Typical big brother.

“Try not to get swallowed up by it all, I’d hate to see my little brother get-”

Ez stopped mid-sentence. Which was unusual to say the least. His eyes followed Ezra's looking in the same direction to see the backs of two girls walking ahead of them. Did they know them? He liked to think he was decent with faces but a lot had happened since the first time they came to H.A and right now it was back view only so it was hard to tell. That didn't seem to be an issue for Ez though as he confidently strode up behind them and announced his presence with a cough while Spencer followed.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Fifteen.” Ezra laughed heartily, reaching a hand up to brush his fingers through his hair.

“Oh my God— if it isn’t Twenty-Nine,” Victoria said, a smile growing on her face, and she spoke to Spencer. “And Junior.”

That's right. He was the Junior to Ezra's Twenty-Nine. The nickname brought back fun memories of their two weeks here as a freshman and sophomore living in the dorms, well until they'd gotten that nightmarish call and hopped on the first plane back to New Zealand.

And now that he had heard the nicknames and seen some faces, he finally had a name. Victoria. A welcoming smile formed on his lips in greeting as he acknowledged both her and who he assumed was her younger sister, with a slight nod of his head.

“I must say, I thought my memory had deceived me on how beautiful you are but clearly time has treated you well.”

Spencer gave a silent chuckle, shaking his head as he pulled up beside his brother, hands tucked in his pockets. Trust Ez to turn the flirt on right away. Even if it was just an innocent compliment, which it definitely wasn't knowing his brother, Ez had a way of making everything just sound, well not so innocent. He didn't disagree with his words though. Victoria looked more beautiful than she had the last time they met. Not that she hadn't been pretty but it was like a glow up, the kind you got when you grew up.

Victoria felt herself blush, but she gave a soft scoff. “Ever the charmer,” she laughed, shaking her head. “But the same to you. You’re all grown up. Last time I saw you, you were just a widdle sophomore. Emphasis on widdle,” she kidded lightly. “Especially for Junior over there.”

All grown up courtesy of a growth spurt and the 'glow up' that came with ageing. He'd had to grow up for other reasons as well so that might have played a part in it as well.

"Sophomore is not widdle," The other girl grumbled under her breath.

Definitely the little sister, that comment was very much younger sibling vibes. It sounded like the little protests Nat used to make a bunch when she was little and wanted to play with them or do something their parents would tell her she was still a little too young for.

Ezra then looked to the girl by Victoria’s side, reaching a hand out for her to shake. “And you must be… Beth, right? The younger sister? Pleasure to finally meet you.”

Spencer watched as his brother exchanged greetings with Beth and Victoria chimed in to introduce them to Beth, laughing when she brought up the dorm games. Those had been so much fun and they'd also been hilariously bad at them. Of course there was no reason to admit it that easily.

He flashed a smile at Beth, returning her "Hi" with one of his own as Victoria continued talking beside them.

“It’s been so long!” she said. “Seriously, how have you two been? You just…dropped off the face of the earth! I didn’t think that I’d ever see you again! I didn’t even get to ask for your numbers last time— that was a total crime.”

"It has, luckily for us it seems we made a good enough first impression the first time around since you remembered us after all this time and wanted to ask for our numbers back then." Ok that sounded a little flirty to him, why did he find it flirty? He definitely wasn't trying to flirt, it wasn't a flirty line. Dammit, it was the Ez effect. Made just about everything friendly start to sound flirty to him and at times, others. Sometimes it also had the effect of making everything he said sound comparatively innocent and non flirtatious. Hopefully this was one of those times where it was the latter.

"But yeah we've been good. It's great to see you again Victoria and it's lovely to meet you Beth. You can just call me Spence, Spencer or Junior, whichever you prefer really." He finished with a smile. "As for the big guy over here," he gestured to his brother with his thumb, "I think Twenty-Nine is the perfect name for him, maybe we should ring up mom and dad, and get them to make the change official." It wasn't a Gray brothers night out without a little good natured brotherly teasing.

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good vibes

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the school

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comfy and easy

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WONDER

by Shawn Mendes

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Ezra, Beth, Tori

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Xed · May 25, 2021

Avery Ohtani

Climbing in through a window was a lot harder and more painful than Avery had expected. Well not that he had thought it would be easy or anything given his scrawny frame and lack of athletic experience or ability, but the movies had somehow managed to make it appear easier than it really was, even while showing all the ways it could go wrong. His hands were a little scraped up from the fall he had taken when he tumbled in head first unceremoniously through the window. That these tiny red markings were the only injury he had suffered was miraculously good fortune by his clumsy standards. Well that and a generally achy body. But hey! Nothing broken, nothing sprained, and no real cuts or open wounds except for the little scrapes. Or at least...he believed there was nothing other than the little stinging streaks on his palm.

Well if you could move that was a good sign right? He remembered reading it was. Anyways now he had to get to...wait where was he supposed to go? He scratched the back of his head as he looked around. He had forgotten to ask that senior from earlier! Oh no...

How could he have forgotten something so important? What was he supposed to do now? Did he just wander the halls until he found where everyone else was? Or should he ask online? What should he do?

His head continued to swivel around, his brow slightly pinched as he scanned the area. Perhaps he would see some clue or sign as to where he was supposed to head, or someone who could give him directions. No one seemed to be coming though, and it didn't look like there were any signs anywhere.

Should he just text someone and hope they responded? Or should he just walk? Perhaps both? Yeah both. That would double his chance of finding an answer no? Both it was. Plus that way he wouldn't have to worry about making the wrong decision and wasting time.

Avery started walking in one direction, the darker hallways of H.A feeling completely different from how it felt in the morning. So this was what it was like to be out at night. It was a little spooky, almost like that one horror cartoon he had seen where a monster crept out of the shadows to scare the protagonist. Maybe something would pop out like a haunted house. That would be so cool. He'd never been to a haunted house before. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to make friends and get the chance to go to one, experience the haunted house. Yeah. That had to go onto his list of things he wanted to do. He would have to write it down in his notebook later, for now though, he'd just add it to his phone notes. After that he just had to go online and see if anyone knew where he was supposed to go.

He studiously read and typed out responses as he continued to walk down the halls and walked straight into a wall. Ouch. That hurt. First the fall when he climbed in through the window and now walking into a wall. He was really taking a beating tonight. His palms still stung a little, his shirt was a bit of a mess from the fall, and now his forehead and nose were a little sore. At least now he had a location to head to. The gym, only...he looked around as he picked up his phone and rubbed his forehead.

Where was the gym?

The next few minutes were spent wandering aimlessly. Occasionally he would run into another student and ask them for directions to the gym. So far he seemed to be getting closer, and also further...directions really were confusing. Even after getting help from other people he was still a little lost. One minute he was turning left and then he was backtracking and going right. After this left was....another left and then according to the last student's directions, it was at the end of the corridor to the right. Huh, that was different from the previous set of instructions he had taken down. He must have recorded them wrongly. In any case...at the end of the corridor and then...the right.

Avery glanced up and smiled. It was the gym. He'd finally found it! Tucking his notebook back into his bag, he walked inside and looked around. It was huge, and there were so many students...it was amazing! Where did he start? Was he supposed to go join a specific group or something, or was there another freshman tradition like earlier when he'd had to climb in through the window?

As his mind churned with questions about what to do, his eyes landed on a pair of familiar faces, mingling with some less familiar faces. His face lit up with a bright smile. Bella and Kelli! His new friend and the awesome dope girl he had met that first day he moved in. He walked over, a little skip in his step and then he slowed in his approach. He could join them...right? The others wouldn't mind would they? He swallowed a little then picked up speed again, coming to a stop behind Bella, he gave her a little tap her on the shoulder.

"Hello!" He chirped. "It's nice to see you again Bella. You look really pretty tonight." In the books he had read and shows he had seen, friends always gave each other compliments. Compliments were nice and Bella did look pretty. Them being friends...it wasn't something he had misremembered like how he had taken down the wrong directions earlier right?

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friend!

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the gym

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casual and comfy

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Kelli, Dalton

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Bella

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