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mood:

envious / terrified






location:

back outside






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tags:

Jace ( _amaranth_ _amaranth_ ); Caleb; Evie ( MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat )














Cameron Hale




Had Cameron been a little quicker to understand what was going on in Caleb's mind, she would have tried to stop him while they still stood on the back deck together. The hum of the bubbles in the hot tub reminded Cameron of her brief time in there with Jace, but looking over and seeing him entwined in a hug with Evie awoke the green monster within her. But apparently, she wasn't the only one who felt the effects of the jealousy monster, because before she knew what was happening, Caleb was cursing Jace and then running towards the pair. Cameron called out to him and even reached for him, but her hands found nothing but air as he shot off down the steps.

Cameron lacked confidence in some areas of her life, she always had. She'd never really doubted her intelligence, but when it came to her self esteem and her love life and even her friendship group, she'd always struggled. Anna really made her feel like she belonged, and Cameron suspected she wasn't the only one. Anna had a way of making everyone feel special just for being themselves; it was her gift, and not only to her friends, but to everyone she came across. If the brunette was here, Cam knew that she would have seen this coming and likely deescalated the situation before it got to this point. Or at least been there for the aftermath. But Cameron had to remind herself that it was because Anna wasn't here that the eight of them were.

Despite Jace's alcohol laced words in the hot tub, Cameron believed him. She believed that he had feelings for her, or at least, she wanted to. Her confidence had grown in the last five years, but for some reason, being around Jace and the others was reminding her that she'd always just been the little goodie 2 shoes who never ventured outside of that box. She never got drunk, she never smoked or snuck out after curfew. Her parents watched her like a hawk back then, never wanting to relinquish that control they had over her. Even after high school, their iron grip remained the same. Until recently, when they'd basically disowned her. And they didn't even know the whole truth. What would her friends think?

These thoughts echoed over and over in her mind, keeping her from telling Jace the truth in the hot tub herself. About how she'd really been, about how she'd missed him and how hurt she'd been by his actions. The goodie 2 shoes from high school didn't make waves, she didn't tell people how their actions affected her. She was always there for everyone else, even as her own happiness took a backseat. And now, watching Caleb punch Jace square in the jaw, things seemed like they were going to be the same. Cameron's feet carried her towards the fight, where she and Evie seemed to have the same idea about stopping it. But Jace shrugged Evie off, and another idea popped into Cameron's mind. Before she could think about the consequences of her action, she did it. She stepped between Caleb and Jace.

BAM.

The hit rocked her world, sending her flying back into Jace. Her lip split in two and she saw stars, but through the colorful objects she could see how pale Caleb had gotten. And then he was gone from her vision, though she could feel Jace's arms as they wrapped protectively around her. She automatically leaned into him, closing her eyes. That made the world spin, though, and she quickly reopened them to try and fight the sudden wave of nausea that hit her. She could hear Caleb's voice, apologizing, but her whispered 'it's okay' was drowned out by Jace's harsh words. Cameron frowned, turning her head a fraction to see Evie start to help Caleb towards the house.

Her whole face hurt, even though Caleb had only gotten her in the lip. She winced slightly as Jace gripped her chin to lift her head, inspecting her lip. The stars were starting to subside now, and she could clearly see his swollen eye and bruises beginning to form. Tears immediately pricked her eyes but he just placed a hand on the small of her back, gently leading her towards the house as well. They arrived in the kitchen and he motioned for her to sit, so she did, her entire body trembling as she pulled herself onto the barstool. A moment later Jace was handing her a towel filled with ice cubes, though she didn't lift it to her face, still a little starstruck at what had happened.

Her eyes flicked towards the mug when he commented on it, a soft scoff/laugh escaping her. Hearing that familiar nickname for her, though, her eyes lifted up to his, her own still filled with unshed tears. He took the towel from her, placing it gently against her lip. Maybe it was the way he gently held the towel there, or maybe it was the concern in his voice, but she couldn't stop the tears anymore. She leaned forward, placing her face in her hands as the tears started to fall, leaving wet trails down her cheeks. "All I wanted was for the fighting to stop!" She cried, her voice soft and very sad as she spoke through her hands. She felt him move a strand of hair out of her face and looked up, her eyes now red and slightly puffy too.

“I did mean what I said back in the tub you know. All of it… Why did you run away from me though? Am I…Is it too late for us?” Her breathing hitched as he uttered those words, another wave of tears falling from her eyes. Sniffling, she slid forward, off of the barstool, not answering him right away. She gently took the rag filled with melting ice from his hand, lifting it up to press on the swollen area under his eye. "I'm not the same girl anymore, Jace." She told him sadly, honestly afraid that if he knew the truth he wouldn't even want her anymore. "Even if you did have feelings for me back then, I'm different. I never wanted to run from you. But you... you made a choice back then." Her voice broke, but she didn't drop her hand or the rag from his face. "And I thought you didn't want me." That was what she'd been living with, and she didn't want to blame him or make him feel bad, but if he didn't want her then, why would he want her now?







I wanna feel the pain
I wanna see the light





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mood:

angry / hating himself again






location:

out back ---> inside






outfit:

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tags:

Evie ( MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat ); Cam; Jace ( _amaranth_ _amaranth_ )














Caleb Thompson




Caleb was already not thinking clearly because of the amount of liquor in his system, especially considering he'd had to play catch up to everyone else upon arriving. Maybe he'd overdone it, or maybe this was years of pent up anger he'd never actually let out. Or maybe both, though Caleb was definitely not thinking about that when he ran at Jace. No, stepping outside and seeing him holding Evie like that-- Caleb's vision blurred and for a moment, all he saw was red. Then he was running from Cameron over to Jace, and the first punch flew. At first, Jace wasn't even fighting him back but trying to hold him away, which just pissed Caleb off more. He was sure he was shouting nonsense, but if you asked him afterwards what he'd said he would have no idea.

Caleb didn't even see Evie go down, but he did see Cameron and he felt her tiny body fly backwards as his fist connected with her lips. Immediately all sense of fight left him, and he sank to his knees into the snow, looking between her and Evie mostly. He kept apologizing, cursing here and there, not able to believe what he'd done. He'd let his temper get the best of him more than once before, but he'd never hit someone he cared about like that. The blonde goodie 2 shoes was always like a little sister to him, though honestly he hadn't treated her much better than his real sister. Same with all of his friends, Evie included.

“Why don’t you do us all a favor and leave again? I heard that’s what you do best when shit gets hard.” Jace's words stung more than the snow had on his naked body, but they were truthful. Jace merely looked up at the tattooed male, blinking a few times, almost as though he hadn't heard him at all. Feeling a tugging on his arm, Caleb shifted his gaze from Jace over to Evie, who was trying to pull him to his feet. He stood with her, his eyes never leaving her as she told the other two that she'd take care of him. But why, though? That was the only question running through his mind as she started leading them towards the house.

I should be the one taking care of her. Caleb thought as they slipped through the door, finding one of the bathrooms on the ground floor. Evie pushed on his shoulders, and he sat on the closed toilet lid while she dug around for something. A first aid kit, he realized, watching as she pulled it out of the cabinet and located some gauze. His eyes widened when he saw her wrap the gauze around her own, realizing that she'd gotten hurt in the struggle, too. She moved to sit on the edge of the bathtub across from him, and the tension hanging between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"This may sting a little." She voiced suddenly, and he realized a moment later that he'd gotten lost in looking at her face. She wasn't looking at him, but he'd been staring, unable to find the words to say to make this all better. Was there anything? He doubted it. "Evie..." He whispered, barely wincing as she placed the alcohol on his face. He hardly felt it, maybe because of the adrenaline still coursing through him or even the alcohol. "Fuck, Evie." Dropping his gaze to her injured hand, he suddenly reached for her wrist, bringing her hand closer for him to see.

"I'm so sorry." He repeated, brushing his thumb over the gauze that covered her wound. Lifting his gaze to her eyes a moment later, he found her free hand with his and grabbed that as well, shaking his head. But even as he opened his lips to speak, he suddenly let go of her hand and placed his own hand behind her head, bringing her closer until their lips were touching. The kiss lit a fire within him, one he knew only she could put out. He remembered how her lips had been back then, nice and soft and pillowy, but they were even nicer now. He lingered there for what felt like forever-- to him-- before he pulled back.

"I feel like this is five years ago." He whispered, laughing softly as he looked into her eyes, hoping to see forgiveness there. Or something that told him she didn't hate him. "But this time, Evie, I'm not leaving. I swear." He wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, offering the girl a small smile. "Though I might end up six feet under by the time this trip is done, if I keep my shit up. By Jace, by you... shit, even Cameron at this point." Though he was trying to make a joke of the situation, he took it very seriously. He felt awful for hitting Cam, and he felt awful that Evie had gotten hurt, too. He was even sorry for starting the fight.







All I wanna do is let you in
But good guys never win





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Whitney Jeffries








Although Whitney was very much single as she sat with Wes in the loft, she couldn't help but feel that the timing of her break up didn't help the optics. She hadn't even waited a full 12 hours before kissing another man, though she wasn't exactly sure what an appropriate amount of time to wait would even be. 24 hours? A week? A month? It wasn't like Whitney went looking for a rebound, and Wes was definitely not one. She'd had feelings for him for a long time, feelings that she just so happened to be able to act on when the opportunity presented itself because of her recent breakup. She'd done nothing wrong, and yet... It was hard to answer Wes's question about what was new. Sebastian wasn't in the picture anymore, so did she really have to mention him?

Starting with the safer aspect of Wes's inquiry, Whit talked about her time at Yale and how she wasn't the brainiest one there. It wasn't that she was embarrassed about her intelligence when they were younger, but she had been a little self conscious about being labelled a nerd back in high school since that stereotype was often less than a compliment. Wes's comment about her saying nerd like it was a bad thing though made Whit return his smile. She had been concerned that it was a bad thing, but her confidence was bolstered a little knowing that Wes didn't share her negative views.

"I guess I used to think it was..." Whitney admitted, before continuing about her unclear path in law. It didn't escape her noticed that Wes's smile faltered when she almost said she didn't want to sell her soul, and she bit the inside of her cheek thinking that she had offended him even though she'd tried to stop herself. "Not that all corporate is like that, of course..." She added, trying to amend her comment, offering him an apologetic look. Whitney wanted to say, Not that you're like that... but figured it was best not to associate Wes any further with the corporations she was referring to.

Moving past her snafu, Whitney plunged into the mess she'd made of her career by coming on this trip. While she didn't regret her decision in the slightest, Whit was concerned that others would judge her for throwing away such a valuable opportunity. Others primarily meaning her parents or even Ava. The brunette didn't know how she was going to explain losing her internship to them, and could already see their disappointed and disapproving faces. The Jeffries may have put a lot of pressure on Ava and expected certain things from the eldest daughter in high school, such as dating Wes, but Whitney wasn't immune from their high standards just because she was younger. And Ava was so amazing and perfect, that Whit couldn't help but fear that she'd look down at Whit for being immature by putting feelings before a job. Ava never seemed to.

Next to her parents and Ava, right now the opinion Whit cared most about was that of the man sitting on the beanbag chair with her. She knew he was under similar pressures from his parents, so if anyone could understand the situation, it was Wes. A wave of relief washed over the brunette woman as the class prince told her she wasn't stupid for making the decision she had. It was comforting to know he didn't think less of her and a small smile started to appear on her lips before he continued to speak, turning the conversation to his own actions. Whit's smile immediately slipped away, her brows knitting as she shook her head quickly.

"No, you're not a bad friend Wes!" Whitney protested, maybe a little too fervently thanks to the booze. Her hand found his reflexively and she gave it a soft squeeze, not wanting him to think such things. "You're here aren't you? That's what counts." Whit said earnestly. The Frost and Jeffries families had been close for quite a while, so Whitney was relatively familiar with Wes's parents and their business. She knew that even if Wes was in a hospital bed, that he'd likely be expected to answer work emails from someone. So it was no surprise he was expected to work while on this trip, even if it was in Anna's honor. While she didn't know about his own company, in Whit's book, the job he did for his parents kept him plenty busy as it was.

"I feel like all of us brought something here... maybe not work for everyone, but you're not the only one with other... distractions." Whitney continued, trying to figure out what she was trying to say. Her words were once again just flowing out as they came to mind, both their inhibitions forgotten at this point. "Anna knows us. Knew us..." Whit corrected, frowning a little at her mistake. "She would have known that these two weeks wouldn't be devoid of stuff from our outside lives... Maybe she wanted us all together to prove that even with all that stuff, and everything we have going on, that we can still be friends. I think we kinda forgot that these last few years..." Whitney said, taking a deep breath from all her talking as she looked at Wes. "Maybe this trip is our reminder?"





































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Parker Pierce








When Parker got into the van that morning, he would have never imagined that before nightfall he'd be kissing Ava Jeffries. Yes, he had flirted with her on the ride. And yes, the bottle of whiskey he was drinking on the way up helped him forget a little bit about her husband. But the clown had always been acutely aware that Ava was off limits. At least, she was supposed to be. Fortunately and unfortunately, enough alcohol had been consumed by both Parker and the beautiful brunette for them to cross a line that shouldn't have been. Not yet. At least, not yet if they wanted to do things by the books.

Ethics went completely out the window though the minute Parker kissed a married woman. He wasn't thinking about the consequences, or what their kiss would mean for the future. He wasn't thinking about all the obstacles that still stood in their way, or how he was making Ava an adulterer. Parker's whiskey clouded mind was just thinking about one thing- Ava in this moment, here and now. His kisses left her lips and trailed down along her skin, only stopping when the sound of their friends reminded him that other people still existed beyond himself and Ava.

Just coherent enough to realize Ava might not want to be caught like this, Parker suggested that they move to another room. Ava agreed, smiling playfully as she laced her fingers with Parker's and told him to hold his blanket. "Yes ma'am..." Parker chuckled, nodding his head as if he was wearing a cowboy hat instead of a bunny beanie. Ava led the pair towards one of the bedrooms, and on the way Parker quickly let go of his blanket to grab Whit's unattended bottle of Malibu she'd left on the coffee table when she went into the closet. Catching the blanket once more just before it slipped from around his waist, Parker grinned proudly at his quick reflexes. "To wash away that hot chocolate..." He winked at Ava, holding both the bottle and the blanket in his other hand now.

The brunette opened the door to one of the bedrooms and stumbled inside. Unable to do much to save her with his other hand full, Parker just tightened his hold on Ava and tried to pull her back towards him. "Easy there..." He chuckled, before wincing a little when Ava proceeded to run into her suitcase as well. Parker was going to suggest maybe she should have let him lead, when she hooked her fingers into the blanket around his waist and pulled him closer to her. Parker nearly dropped the bottle of Malibu when her dark eyes met his, and he gulped a little at the look she gave him.

I should have told you all those years ago... I’ve always wanted you. As you said. Forever. I just…I should have been…I shouldn’t have waited because I knew. I knew ever since that hockey game. The one you won for the team…

Ava's words spilled out, a little slurred, but they still made Parker grin. For now, all he heard was that the girl he'd loved for a long time wanted him back. And that she remembered his winning goal at the hockey game. "That was a preeeetttyyy great goal." He chuckled teasingly, pretending like all he cared about was the game before he leaned down and kissed Ava again. His free hand tipped her chin up towards him as his lips captured hers once more. His kiss was a little slower this time, relishing the moment. He felt like he was on cloud nine- a rare feeling for him these days. Life in LA was hard, but right now everything seemed easy.

Parker's hand eventually dropped from Ava's chin, and he pulled his lips away little, keeping his forehead pressed against hers though. His free hand grabbed the Malibu from the one still keeping the blanket up, and he raised the bottle in the air beside them. "To Anna... for bringing us together." He toasted, before turning his head to the side a bit to bring the bottle up to his lips. He tipped his head back, taking a long pull to honor the moment, and then offered it over to Ava. "It's not great, but it's not worse than your concoction..." He teased, moving his hand down to Ava's waist once she grabbed the coconut rum from him.




































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If Evelyn had been asked when she first moved to town whether or not she thought she would get close to anyone, she would have promptly answered 'No.' After losing her parents and only real family members, she wanted to close herself off from the world and protect herself from being that hurt again. She built up mental and emotional walls around herself. But those walls were no match for Anna. She snuck her way in, finding the lost girl that hid inside and pulling her out. She knew exactly what Evie needed to be whole again, and thus introduced her to Caleb Thompson. What Anna didn't reveal, however, was how much she thought he needed the brunette baker as well. Anna was insightful and intuitive like that.

Even though there was a stinging in the palm of her hand where the glass slashed skin, Evelyn didn't really notice. Her heart was still racing, both from the adrenaline of the previous fight as well as being so closed to Caleb. The tension in the air was so thick that it felt hard to breathe, but she chose to ignore it as much as she could. Pressing the alcohol-soaked cotton ball to the cut on his forehead, Evie took a bit of relief in the fact that he winced a bit. She was still angry at him, especially for throwing the punch at Jace. She could only hope that her tattooed friend and Cameron had fixed each other up somewhere else in the cabin.

Her name falling from his lips seized her attention, and her breath caught in her throat. She knew he was staring at her intently, but couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze because she knew it would be impossible to stay mad at him once she did. He cursed and she bit the inside of her cheek, unsure of what to say, what she could say to fix the situation between him. Thankfully, he grabbed her injured hand in his. "Don't be," Evelyn breathed, looking down at their hands before finally up to his face. Caleb looked truly and utterly sorry, saddened even. She hated seeing him that way. His green gaze finally met hers, and Evie felt herself getting lost there. And then, he kissed her.

As soon as Caleb's lips met hers, Evelyn felt the sparks flying between them, just as she did the night he kissed her and left. She reached up and placed a gentle hand against the side of his neck, kissing him back softly, passionately. They stayed that way for what seemed like forever, the lack of air causing a burning in her chest. But he pulled back and, as much as Evie would love to kiss him again, his words brought her back to reality. Five years ago... When he left, and she was alone. Even though he said he would leave, her heart began to race again, and the brunette baker leaned back out of his grip. Her green gaze saddened as she met his before dropping it to where her hands had folded in her lap.

"I'm sorry, Caleb. But, I don't know if I can trust that," she said quietly. Evelyn stood from her place on the edge of the tub, moving to the sink. She unwrapped her guazed hand to clean the wound, moreso to busy herself than because she actually thought she needed to. Cleaning the cut with a fresh, alcohol-soaked cotton ball, the brunette continued, "You left before without even thinking, Caleb. You were just gone, and I didn't hear from you for five years. You had five years to come back, five years for us to figure out whatever this is between us, and yet you didn't. So, how can you possibly expect me to trust that now after you've come back because our close friend is gone, you're finally going to stay? Caleb, I can't...." She paused, taking a breath. "I can't get hurt like that again. I won't."







the new girl



evelyn.








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Maybe it made him a bad person. But, the entire time Wesley was in the closet with Whitney, and even then when they were cuddled up together on the bean bag chair in the loft, he didn't consider what effect their newfound closeness would have on Ava. Despite his lack of feelings for his ex-girlfriend, he certainly still cared about her. After all, they practically grew up together, and she was his better half for several years. But, when they ended things, they had made it fairly clear between them the platonic nature of their relationship. Sure, they had kissed and maybe a few more intimate things. But those things generally happened because they thought they were supposed to, not necessarily because they wanted to.

A lot was expected of Wesley because of who his parents were and what he was born into. His father often criticized him for being soft. He allowed employees to take days off for birthdays and children's events. He didn't write people up for legitimate emergencies that meant they had to call in. And if any of them needed a day just to work on themselves, he was more than happy to allow that. If that made him soft, then so be it. Because at the end of the day, he was fairly certain his employees thought better of him than they did his father. And that made Wes feel good about himself. He was terrified of one day ending up like the bitter older Frost, that maybe one day, cynicism would get the better of him and he would be as icy as his name implied. So, if there was anything he could do to combat that, he would.

Wes let out a low chuckle at Whitney's protest, glancing down at her smaller hand wrapped in his. He offered her a smile, and brought the back of her hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. Letting their intertwined fingers fall back to their laps, the brunette shrugged a bit. "If you say so, then it must be true," he said, his tone slightly teasing. He knew he brought work with him wherever he went, regardless of whether or not it was supposed to be a vacation. In fact, he brought the force of two jobs with him, also having an open line of communication with his start-up team at the secret side business he had been working on. The only person to know about that was his team and surprisingly Anna. Somehow, she was able to get whatever information she wanted out of him just by asking. Wesley appreciated having someone to talk to though.

With the arm wrapped around her shoulder, Wes found himself absentmindedly trailing his fingers up and down her upper arm as she spoke. He pondered her words for a moment, realizing that she was right and he wasn't the only person with life troubles outside of that trip. He hadn't talked to most of those people in several years and had no idea what was going on in their lives. Somehow, the teasing notion of him being a bad friend seemed all the more real. "I think you're right," Wes agreed. "I honestly haven't kept with everyone in our old group, most certainly not as Anna had. Hell, I didn't even know you had gotten into a firm or that Ava had gotten married." Turning his blue gaze to her face, he offered a smile. Leaning in to peck her lightly on the lips, the businessman continued, "But I think Anna also knew that this trip was a chance for us to finally take the chances that we always wanted to take. Like this."







the prince



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Ava Novak





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Parker ( Desert_Blossom Desert_Blossom )




Marriage and life with Benjamin Novak were as far from Ava’s mind as possible. Somewhere in the back of her head, the tiniest speck of guilt was whirling but it was definitely not enough for the brunette to stop herself from kissing the one and only man she ever loved. Tequila and rum-infused hot chocolate definitely helped her courage to shoot up and she ended up in a tight embrace with Parker Pierce. Who would ever expect such outcome from the first night at the cabin? Of course, not seeing the expensive rock on her finger helped as well as the piece was hidden in her jeans pocket. A part of Ava was hoping it would dissolve in the thin air and maybe then, just maybe, she would not be obliged to ever leave this place, this moment. This man.

The second her lips met Parker’s in that hot, searing, passionate kiss, Ava became a cheater. Nobody made her, nobody forced her. It was all on her, what she wanted for all those years. Truth be told, she only married Ben because the lawyer thought she and Parker were never going to meet again, that the two were not written in the stars, that she would never fulfil her desire in this area. But back at the church, one look was enough. Just one. And Ava knew that the old flame was still there, it never went out completely. She always remembered the high school class clown and the butterflies he always brought to her stomach. Her hand might have been held by Wesley Frost but her heart belonged to Parker Pierce.

And now, he had her. She had him. The two were stumbling across the cabin to find their quiet piece of the house where they could indulge themselves in everything they had missed throughout the years. Ava never noticed he grabbed a bottle of Malibu, only when they were in the room. The only light was coming from the window and it was getting pretty dark. The two were only dark silhouettes in the darkness of the room but Ava didn’t mind. Her honest words spilled from her lips anyway and it was the very first time Ava confessed her feelings. This was her moment. The one she had always been waiting for. The one she craved and desired. The one she admitted everything to the man.

Parker teased a little making Ava laugh. She tugged on that adorable bunny snow hat he was wearing, still in a bit of disbelief that she was actually here with him. His lips found hers again and Ava leaned into him, letting go of the dangly parts of the hat to rest her palms against his chest and savored the romantic kiss.

Ava felt her skin crawling and Parker’s body pressed against hers and she felt her desire rising in her again. Once they pulled away, Ava’s eyes found Parker’s and for a moment, she felt like they were back at high school and she was this sixteen-year-old girl deeply in love. Hearing the toast, the brunette nodded. Anna really knew how to put them together. Even from whatever paradise she was now. "It's not great, but it's not worse than your concoction..." he said offering her a bottle and Ava playfully rolled her eyes, swatting his arm. “I promised to warm you up. Never said it would be with that hot chocolate.” she winked and took the bottle from him. “To Anna indeed…” Ava echoed Parker’s words and drank deeply, adding more fuel to her fire.

That Malibu might have been sweet but it was enough to cloud Ava’s judgement even more. She set the bottle down and looked around them. The room was already dark and they never turned the light on. Maybe it was for the best because when Ava reached her the hem of her turtle neck and pulled it over her head, the darkness hid a lot of things Parker didn’t need to know about. Not just yet. Goosebumps covered her now bare arms as she reached for the bunny hat and took it off of his head. “I’m tired of waiting.” she whispered and pulled the man in another kiss. Her hand covered his and she rested them on her waist, allowing the blanket to fall down as well. Her heart hammered against her ribs but at this point, she believed there was no going back.




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Jace Christiansen





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Cam ( apolla apolla )




Things were not supposed to go down this fast and no one was supposed to fight. This was a trip they all were taking to honor Anna’s memory and also to reinvent their relationships. To Jace, it felt like so much more than just coming here for two weeks, be friends again and then everyone goes their own way. No way that could happen. Maybe he didn’t know all the secrets his friends were hiding but he was no dumbass and considering that ever since Whitney and Wes walked into the closet, no one had seen them. Same for Ava and Parker, whatever those two were doing. Considering Ava was a married woman now, Jace was sure those two were purely platonic, if even that but then again, neither of those couples were his nosiness. His own goal was to get together with Cam and maybe get a second chance with the blonde. Who would have known that she would run after Caleb?

From that moment on, things went down very fast and before Jace knew it, he was getting pummeled by Caleb. And while at first, he tried to only defend himself, they got to the point Jace delivered his own punch, having a huge déjà vu from a few years ago. And the worst part was that the two men would continue forever if the girls didn’t pay the price. Both Cam and Evie got hurt in this war of egos. Seeing Caleb hit Cameron resonated with Jace and though a small part of his brain knew it was an accident and that Caleb didn’t really mean it, he was already seeing red and the words left his mouth automatically, basically throwing Caleb out of this place.

Once the other couple left inside, Jace and Cam followed. Jace didn’t feel cold anymore, his blood was on fire as it coursed through his veins and his face burned from the beating. His heartbeat was slowly coming down and the rage receded, allowing the man to think clearly. Maybe he was a bit too harsh to Caleb. Then again, it was the brunette who attacked him first. What was it he was yelling? Something about him wanting Evie? Something about Jace taking her for himself? Jesus, he really had way too much whiskey. All those words were melting into a mush of something and his head became heavy not only due to alcohol but also thanks to the bruises that were now covering it. And Jace fought enough in his life to know that next day, his face was going to display all kinds of colors and the black eye was already forming. He also felt something tickling his face over the left eye and when he reached to touch that area, his fingers came down red. Shit. Busted eyebrow was not something he wanted to return to Riley with.

Seeing that Cam was not doing anything about that bruised lip of hers, Jace approached her and took the ice-filled towel from her, pressing it gently against her lip. Yet his aid was short-lived as she started to cry how she only wanted the fighting to stop. “Cam…Cam, look at me. Cammie…” Jace spoke softly and made her look at him. “You never hurl yourself between two men fighting. I know you wanted us to stop but we could have hurt you. Seriously hurt you. I’m glad we didn’t though.” Jace added, using plural because while it was Caleb who hit her, Jace could have done it as well. Especially in that rage-filled state he had been in a while ago.

Giving the girl a moment to breathe and continued with more words but this time, he only confirmed what he had already told her back in the hot tub. Cam stood up from the barstool and took the towel from him to take care of his face. He himself sat down to lower his face for her. “Good. I’m not the same boy either.” he replied when she told him she was not the same girl anymore. “I did have feelings for you. And I still do.” Maybe it was whiskey speaking, maybe the beating. But he didn’t care. He finally had that necessary courage to say those words and her father was not here to stop him. As she continued, her words made Jace wince. “I’ve always wanted you, Cameron. That’s why I was coming for you that night.” The truth was about to come out and poor Jace had no idea what he was about to reveal to her. “I came to your house, even got you a fucking corsage or whatever. I never got to make my choice. Your father made one for me, don’t you know?” His voice went up a bit and the inked male had to take a deep breath to calm down. His hands reached for hers and he gave her a gentle squeeze. “Your father sent me away. He didn’t want me to be around you. I was not a good guy for you, he said. And this whole time…I was so angry, Cam. I…I wasn’t thinking straight, I made many mistakes that night. But the biggest of them was that I didn’t tell your father to go to hell.”




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Cameron Hale




Cameron's heart was breaking, and she felt like it had been cracking for some time now. Even before Anna's funeral, cracks had started forming in her heart. Life had never been perfect or easy for the blonde, no matter what her parents wanted other people to believe. Being an only child of overachiever parents, her incessant need to be perfect stemmed from them and the values they instilled in her. From a young age, Cam had to do her best in everything. There was no such thing as try, and failure was not an option. School and grades came before everything, because that was what would set her up for a good future. Not the people she surrounded herself with.

There were times where Cameron had to forgo hanging out with her friends because she needed to study. Her parents gave her some leeway in high school thanks to Anna and her winning personality, but not much. She still wasn't allowed to run free even on the weekends, especially as graduated loomed closer. She managed to convince them that she needed the perks of senior year as well, such as homecoming and prom and senior pictures and stuff like that, telling them that a break from the books always made her feel refreshed and ready to tackle the demon that was studying. Though she didn't graduate valedictorian or anything, she still graduated with honors and an almost perfect GPA.

But the times she lost during those years of her life still stuck with her, and she was thankful her friends loved her anyway. From them splitting up at graduation and even to Jace not showing up for the homecoming dance, the cracks that formed in Cameron's heart were deep. Almost as deep as the scars she hid from everybody in her life, tucked underneath her now soaked skirt and even on her arms, though those were mostly faded from view. Anna's death and funeral had cracked her heart even more, and now they'd only been at the cabin a few short hours and so much had already happened that she wasn't sure how much more she could take before she broke completely.

The ice was cold but still felt good against her busted lip. She'd never been in a fight before so she'd had no idea what it felt like to get punched. Now she did, and god did she regret it. But at the same time, she didn't, because her getting hit had been what stopped the guys from fighting and that was what Cameron had wanted in the first place. As she broke down and cried to Jace that she'd just wanted them to stop fighting, she heard him use her nickname again and only cried harder. She tried to look at him like he instructed, but she ended up just dropping her head again, squeezing her eyes shut as he told her never to jump in between two men fighting and how he was glad she hadn't been seriously hurt.

"I know that!" She insisted, placing her face in her hands. "But I didn't know what else to do, Evie was on the ground and Caleb wasn't stopping and I really thought he might hurt you or vice versa because you both can throw a punch and what else was I supposed to do?" She did look at him now, her voice having rose in pitch the longer she talked. Biting down on her lip now to keep from spewing her word vomit, she stared at him as he pressed on, her chest heaving from the emotion she felt. She'd been on quite the roller coaster since arriving, and the alcohol in her veins-- even though it'd mostly passed through her by now thanks to everything that had happened-- was definitely helping that ride. Or hurting, depending on how you looked at things.

A sad little laugh escaped her when he told her that he wasn't the same either. "No. Definitely not." She paused to look him over, her eyes lingering on the tattoos on his broad chest before she lifted her gaze to meet his eyes again. Hearing him say that he did have feelings for her made her heart skip a beat, but he quickly went on to say that he still did, and even that he'd always wanted her. She felt her breath hitch in her throat at the blatant honesty, especially when he said he was coming for her that night. Homecoming. She lowered the ice without even realizing she'd done so, her eyes shining with unshed tears as he revealed the truth to her. He was there. He'd been there, and she remembered that night vividly.

She'd gotten dressed up, did her hair and makeup, and she'd been waiting for Jace. The doorbell rang and she was finishing up, but she just knew it was him. As she bounded down the stairs though, her father was shutting the door, a solemn look on his face. He told her that Jace wasn't coming, and that hadn't been him at the door. Looking back now, she could see the lie, and it pained her to know Jace had been standing there on the other side of the door. But she believed her father, and she just turned and went back upstairs to throw herself on her bed and cry. The rest, as they say, was history.

Jace reached for her hand, bringing her out of her trance as her sad eyes met his again. She didn't know what to say. She'd hated that night for so long, but she never hated Jace. She'd been angry, yes, and hurt. But now she knew that it was all because of her father, and she didn't know how to deal with that. On the one hand she wanted to call him and cuss him out. She was already disowned, what would it hurt? But on the other, she just wanted to collapse onto the floor. But she did neither. "It doesn't matter anymore." She told Jace, and for the first time, she meant it. Looking down at the rag in her hands, she moved to toss it into the sink, her heart racing as she turned back to Jace. "I never..." She bit her lip, her hands reaching out to grasp Jace's face. Without another word, she leaned forward and pressed her swollen lips to his, a few tears escaping as well, making the kiss slightly salty. She pulled back after a moment, offering him a small and sad smile. "I'm so sorry, Jace."







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Caleb Thompson




Caleb truly felt as though he'd gotten lucky with the friend group he'd somehow managed to have. He felt as though it was all thanks to Anna, at least at first. She'd seen through the hard outer exterior he put up, the front that hid the good guy he was. At least to a degree. He wasn't blind to the fact that he could be an asshole, or the fact that his biggest flaw was how he could just erase people from his life. He could pack up and leave, and he had. He'd written people off many times, but Anna never let him do that. Until he left without telling her, never to talk to her or the others again. That had been his plan, anyway, no matter how shitty of one it was.

He'd left his family behind, and that made him feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet. He had no idea how they were doing, and now he was scared to reach out, thinking that they most likely hated him. He'd wanted to call numerous times over the last five years, because he did love them. He'd been the one to take care of them for so long, and then one day he was just... gone. Changed his number, didn't look back. And Evie... fucking Evie. He'd left her, too, but he'd been unable to stop himself from going by her house before he did. He'd seen the hurt in her gaze as he turned to leave, but even that hadn't stopped him from doing so. Had he expected it to, though? Maybe a part of him had.

The tension between them was thick, and almost stifling. He wanted to do or say something to ease that tension, but the words wouldn't come. Looking at her wounded hand, he wanted to take whatever had stabbed through her delicate skin and stab himself with it. She told him not to be sorry but that didn't erase the guilt he felt, especially when she finally looked at him and he saw the hurt in her eyes. Kissing her hadn't occurred to him until that moment, and once the seed was planted, he had to water it. So he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, and to his surprise, she didn't hit him. In fact, she kissed him back, even reaching up and placing a hand on the side of his neck.

When he pulled back it was only because he needed air, and had more to say. But he felt like he messed up with what he said. Her hands fell back into her lap, her eyes growing sad. He knew whatever she was going to say, he wasn't going to like it. And he didn't. She stood and he watched her move to the sink, unwrapping her hand and starting to clean the wound. Hurt flashed in his own gaze, but he knew he deserved it. That and more, actually. Her words stung but only because they were truthful, his gaze dropping to the floor as she spoke. But something about what she said burned in his brain, and after a moment, he stood from the toilet and moved to stand behind her.

He didn't reach out to touch her, even though he wanted to. Instead he just gazed at her reflection, watching her sad eyes as they focused on her hand. "And what is this between us?" He asked her softly, willing her to look up and at him. "I left, Evie, I know that. And I know it was a fucking shit thing to do. Not only to you, but to everyone. And now I'll never get to tell Anna I'm sorry, that I shouldn't have. But I can tell you, and that's what I'm telling you now." He couldn't resist anymore, and he moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist gingerly, giving her space to move away if she wanted. But he hoped she wouldn't. "But you can't tell me that your feelings are gone. I know they're not, Evie. Because mine aren't either."







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Whitney had been prepared to go to war if necessary to battle any doubts Wes had about not being a good friend, her tipsiness getting the best of her overactive mind, but she was pleasantly surprised when he chuckled a little at her protest. She noticed him glance down at their hands, and Whit blushed a little wondering if she'd been too touchy. When he brought her hand up to his lips to press a kiss against her skin though, she smiled, reminding herself to calm down and not over think everything. Wes's teasing comment about her words being true because she said them, made the nerd laugh a little and she nodded. "That's right, and don't forget it..." Whitney grinned.

Pleased that Wes's concerns seemed to be assuaged a little, the brunette added that they all had brought along their own baggage and that this trip was likely Anna's attempt to bring everyone back together. As the brunette spoke though, it became harder and harder to focus on what she was saying, with Wes's fingers trailing up and down her arm. Even beneath her sweater, Whit's skin sprinkled with goosebumps in the wake of his touch. Whatever the young women did end up saying though, Wes agreed with it, and he turned his gaze to Whitney, their eyes meeting for a moment. She returned his smile, hers only widening more after he leaned forward to kiss her lips lightly. Even the simple, sweet kiss gave Whit butterflies, and she bit her lip to keep from giggling like a schoolgirl. The nerd knew she wasn't great at playing it cool, that was Ava's department, but it was impossible to pretend that Wes's kisses didn't make her tingle. The dark haired man continued speaking though, and Whit re-focussed herself on what he was saying.

But I think Anna also knew that this trip was a chance for us to finally take the chances that we always wanted to take. Like this. Whitney nodded in agreement with Wes's belief that Anna also wanted them to have another chance, before his words sunk in a little and caught her attention. "Always wanted to?" The brunette echoed, her head tipping to the side curiously. Her dark eyes searched his lighter ones for a moment, as if trying to discern whether there was any weight to his comment. They were drunk after all, they could have just been tossed out words... but if he did mean them, then perhaps her crush hadn't been as one sided as she thought.

Regardless, Whitney was happy to hear that Wes thought this between them was something Anna would have wanted, or hoped for when she arranged for their trip to the cabin. "I think so too..." She replied quietly, her smile softening a little as she thought of their friend. Anna had always been so intuitive. Even though Whit hadn't ever told her about her crush on Wes, the nerd had a feeling Anna probably could see right through her particularly good mood on Tuesdays and Thursdays back in high school. Whit felt a little bit like both crying and laughing thinking of the young woman who always knew what everyone needed, and she sent Anna a silent thank you for helping even from the grave. Blinking back a couple tears, Whit chuckled quietly to herself as she came back to reality. "Sorry..." She apologized to Wes as she glanced up at him once more. “Yesterday probably wasn’t the end of the waterworks.”





































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After nine years of loving Ava Jeffries (new last name be damned) from afar, Parker had gone from 0 to 100 in the span of just a few minutes. Fueled by liquid courage and loosened inhibitions, the clown had done the very thing sober Parker could not- kiss the beautiful brunette like he'd wanted to for so long. With their time in the kitchen on the precipice of being interrupted, the two had stumbled into the bedroom. Not able to think any further into the future than the moment at hand, Parker was just going with whatever felt right.

Toasting Anna and taking a long pull of Malibu, he teased Ava about her earlier chocolatey rum concoction as he offered her the bottle. Parker laughed at Ava's retort about not specifying how she was going to warm him up, and he gave her side a little squeeze in response. A grin stretched onto his features as he watched Ava take a nice long pull of the sweet booze. He opened his mouth to make a snarky comment, but it died on his lips when Ava suddenly slipped her sweater over her head and let it fall to the floor. Parker gaped a little, drinking in what he could make out of Ava's form in the dim light, even quicker than he'd drunk the rum. "Ava..." He uttered as her hand reached up and pulled his bunny hat from his head, leaving a mess of hair in its absence. I’m tired of waiting. Ava's whispered declaration made Parker's pulse quicken, and he eagerly returned the kiss she'd pulled him in for.

Parker's hands were led to Ava's waist by the brunette herself, and he gripped her warm, soft skin tightly as he pulled her even closer. The blanket joined Ava's sweater on the floor, but Parker was beyond caring about modesty. He could feel her heart beating rapidly as he pressed Ava against him, or maybe that was his own? It didn't matter though. All that mattered in this moment was relieving Ava of the rest of her clothes and getting lost in her embrace. Sliding one hand up the brunette's side until it wrapped around to the back of her neck and disappeared into her dark locks, Parker used his hold on the beautiful woman to keep her balanced as he walked her back to the bunk bed. Careful not to bump her head on the upper bunk, Parker laid her back on the lower mattress as his kisses left her lips and once again found the skin of her neck, this time not inhibited by the turtleneck sweater.

As his kisses trailed lower and along her collarbone, Parker did his best to help her out of her pants, needing some assistance from Ava. Even at his most sober, Parker still wasn't as skilled at disrobing women as others, but he got the job done eventually, even if not smoothly. Once Ava was freed from her garments, Parker paused to gaze down at her. "Fuck you're gorgeous Ava..." He uttered, one of his hands tracing the curve of her face before continuing lower to trace the rest of her. After asking to make sure that this was something Ava wanted, Parker captured her lips with his once more, giving into his desire for the brunette.

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The stinging in her hand gave her something to focus on aside from the tense conversation they were currently having. Evelyn swiped the rubbing alcohol cotton over the cut on her palm, watching it bubble in the fresh would. The pain was sharp, but kept her grounded, forcing her to focus on the task at hand rather than letter her mind wander. It also had the dual purpose of keeping the tears that threatened to fall at bay. If things were the same as they were five years ago, before he left, then Evie would have easily cried in front of Caleb. They were best friends pretty much, close enough where she felt that she could trust him. Now, however? Now, she felt like she barely knew him at all. Evie had no idea what had happened to him in the five years since they last spoke, and he probably had no idea what was going on in her life either.

Deciding the cut was clean enough and no longer bleeding, the brunette baker reached for a band-aid and stuck it across her palm. She hadn't noticed that Caleb had stood or moved to stand behind her, not until she heard him speak. Her hazel gaze shot up to the mirror, meeting his in the reflection and find sadness there. It seemed that they were constantly hurting one another, and neither quite knew how to break the cycle. His question was soft, and her lips parted to answer. But she paused, not really sure she knew how to answer. What was it between them? Evie realized that all they had labeled each other was 'friend.' The moment they had gotten to the point where they could talk about a potential relationship, he was gone and she was sucked into work. It's what had kept her thoughts preoccupied while coping with more abandonment.

But Caleb continued, and the threat of tears grew stronger. Yet Evie continued to resist them, gripping the edges of the white ceramic sink in front of her. He was apologizing, sincerely apologizing. Part of partially still drunken brain urged her to accept, to turn around and kiss him. But practical Evelyn couldn't, not yet. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his arms wrap around her waist, instilling a sense of warmth and comfort in her that she hadn't felt in a long time. The brunette realized at that moment how badly she had missed his embrace. Within the circle of his arms, Evie turned to face Caleb, not realizing how close they were until she was chest to chest with him. A surprised gasp escaped her lips at how close he was. She knew he was right, that her feelings for him weren't gone and she wasn't sure they ever could be.

"Caleb, of course my feelings aren't gone," she said softly, instinctively reach up to loosely wrap her arms around his neck. In her mind, her logical and impulsive sides seemed to argue, the former wanting to push him away and protect herself and the latter urging her to press her lips against his. Just a slight bit more alcohol and maybe she would have. But Evie could bring herself to do it. Instead, she stayed there in his arms, unsure of what to do or say next. After a moment of silence between them, the brunette sighed and looked away. "I accept your apology, Caleb, and I forgive you. But, as much as I want to just forget about everything that happened and kiss you and start over, I can't. I spent the last five years building up my walls again, they aren't going to come down that easily. I'm sorry."







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Five years without being around the people he truly cared about had taken quite the toll on Wesley, though he hid it behind a mask. Sure, he made friends in college and at work. After all, he was a confident and charismatic guy, and people seemed to be drawn to his personality. But none of them really knew him as well as his friends from high school did. Parker, Anna, even Ava and Whitney knew the parts of him that weren't perfectly polished and in place. They had seen his flaws and failures, even the minor ones, and accepted him for him. That wasn't something he could really say about his fraternity brothers, who saw him for the money his parents had, or his employees, who saw him as their boss. While he knew he could go grab a drink with them, it couldn't be accompanied by a real-life, heartfelt conversation. Maybe that was why he coped with work and exercise.

Whitney's lips were sweet and soft, the perfect antidote for any negative or overcritical thoughts he may have about himself. The alcohol had opened her personality a bit more, making her a little more direct and less shy than he was used to. She looked up at him, her eyes searching for something in his, though he wasn't quite sure what. Nevertheless, Wes offered her a grin and repeated the phrase again, "Always wanted to." It was true, he had always wanted to tell her about his feelings. But external pressures got in the way and so, instead he found ways to spend time with her. Mid-week study sessions, some over topics he didn't really need help in, were used as excuses to hang out with the pretty brunette with his parents being none the wiser. Anna, however, saw through his charade, even when no one else did.

Something about Whit's tone caught his attention, and Wes turned his blue gaze down to find tears in her eyes. Realizing she was thinking about Anna, the businessman pressed his lips against her temple and what he hoped was a comforting kiss. "No need to apologize, I miss her too," he said softly, his words barely catching at the end. Anna was the glue that held them all together, and without her, it felt like things would just fall apart. But somehow, collectively, they had decided that things weren't going to shit, not yet anyway. Of course, Wes was oblivious to the early fight outside and the couples currently dealing with a ton of feelings downstairs. Had he known about the two guys throwing punches, he probably would have been furious. The mood had grown a bit sad, and Wes didn't want to spend the rest of the night wallowing in his feelings. So he decided to bring up a good memory. "Hey, do you remember the time Ava dragged you along to one of Parker and I's hockey games for the first time?"







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Ever since the brunette became Ava Novak, it felt as if this new persona was born. She had always been ambitious and since considered a resident IT girl, people somehow expected great things from her. And so did her parents. After all, they put her together with Wes and Ava would bet that they and the Frosts already heard wedding bells for the two youngsters. Wouldn’t it be amazing if those two actually got married and united the two high end families? It was most definitely what the parents wanted but Ava knew she was made for more than a small-town life. And so once she left, she never planned on coming back. Especially after she met Ben and they got married. And Ava Novak was born.

Ava Novak was a harsh, ruthless lawyer who wiped floor with people in the court room. Everyone who stood against her had practically no chance and she put on the warrior face every time she was dealing with a case. She was a woman with a career and iron principles that she never violated. Until the moment the boy she had been in love with for years now held her way too close and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. In that moment, all obstacles disappeared, all principles vanished and Ava was not strong enough to tell Parker to stop. Simply because he was doing what she had always wanted him to do. And while she imagined his kisses way too many times than appropriate, the reality was a thousand times better.

The two stumbled to one of the rooms and disappeared in the dark of the bedroom, ending up with more to drink only to seal the future hangover in. Ava knew she was drunk and that she was going to regret a thing or two in the morning but at this point, alcohol was that one tool which helped her to throw all the inhibitions away and she was finally free to say those words. That she was tired of waiting. And then they were kissing again and so much more. Things were happening so naturally as if they had been dating for years now. Their hands worked on their own undressing each other, piling the clothes up on the floor until it was just them, hotness of the skin on skin burning patterns onto their bodies.

Parker covered all of her petite form and told her she was gorgeous. Those few words spilled warmth in Ava so much that she was almost unable to breath. Being appreciated was not on her everyday’s schedule and she loved the feeling. His lips found hers again and the brunette lawyer simply let go, gave herself to Parker, his touch, his kisses, there was not one piece of her that would protest. And events that followed made the fireworks explode in her head and all of the body, making it all probably the most memorable experience of all. She just didn’t know at that point how wrong she was about the word ‘memorable’.




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For most of his life, Jace was told he was a good-for-nothing street thug that was going to end up beaten in an alley, lying in a puddle of his own blood. Sure, majority of it was just a drunken babble of his alcoholic father but it still stung him harshly when it happened and Jace spent way too much time pondering over his fate. It never led anywhere though and before he knew it, before he actually figured out what he truly wanted to do with his life, Trisha was knocking on his door with Riley in her arms, telling him he was the newborn’s baby daddy and that he should take care of him. And then she was gone. Life has a funny way of making plans for people and Jace just got his schedule handed.

There was, however, one thing that he regretted. Not standing up to old Hale when the man sent him away saying he was never going to be good enough for his daughter. That night, Jace lost all illusions of having a good life. Cameron was his one and only chance to make something of himself and he let her slip through his fingers, he didn’t fight for her as much as he should and that was going to haunt him until the end of his life. There were so many things unsaid, things he should have done, yet, it definitely seemed that his chance was gone and the re was no way he would get it back. That ship had apparently sailed.

Leaving Cam’s house that night, Jace’s steps led to join his small group, he got high, even went to the Homecoming and ended up in bed with Evie only to wake up to a hangover. Since he and Evie never clicked in that possible couple-like way, their ways parted and each went to their own home. Jace never found out Cameron knew about this little escapade and honestly, if he knew she knew back then, he wouldn’t even care. It was the best part about being absolutely disillusioned. One didn’t care anymore. So nothing and no one could hurt them.

Now though, they were all back together and the old feelings came flooding back. Jace felt like he needed to at least try. He needed to show Cam he cared despite everything. That in a way, he always cared. And maybe getting drunk and kissing her in a hot tub was not the most perfect way of showing it but the tattooed bad boy knew he was getting somewhere with the blonde. And then Caleb fucked everything up with the fight with Evie and Cam simply had to play the savior. Jace could just hit him right there and then. Though at that point he had no idea the blows would become reality.

Jace’s face hurt and he knew that Caleb had to grow some muscles because while they had fought before, the stoner had no chance. Now, he painted Jace’s face nicely and the dude felt it a lot. But the pain was numbed a little because he was focused on Cam and their talk. Naturally, they steered back to that one night and Jace had to say something. It was his chance. His only chance. But those words of hers. That it didn’t matter anymore, it felt like a dagger to his heart. Did it really not matter? He refused to believe that. After all, she then leaned closer and kissed him and while the kiss was flavored by her tears, it was still the sweetest he could imagine. Though before he could truly return it in a way he wanted, she pulled away, apologizing to him.

“Don’t be sorry, Cammie. For real. Why wouldn’t it matter anymore? We are here, both of us, together again. I believe this could be our second chance. If you wanted.” he smiled sadly and cupped her face with his strong hands. “Just think about it. There is nothing holding us back this time. No parents, no bullshit. Just us and the fucking mountains. Say yes, doll, and I promise I will give you the world.”




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Cameron Hale




Cameron had spent such a long time hating the night of the dance, and being angry with Jace and even Evie for what had happened between them. That night was supposed to be for them, for Cameron and Jace, but instead she'd cried off all of her makeup and ruined her dress. If it hadn't been for Anna, though, that night could have been alot worse. The angel that Anna was, she actually made that night better, but the lingering doubt, fear and anger had been a dark cloud over Cameron's head for a long time. It had driven a wedge between Cameron and Jace, and even all of her friends. She'd graduated along with the rest of them, and left for college, not looking back. She couldn't take it back now, but hearing Jace talking about this possibly being a second chance warmed her heart and pushed that dark cloud away.

Cameron loved her friends. All of them. She wasn't angry anymore; she'd let go of most of it a long time ago. Now that she sat here with Jace, the rest of it disappeared. But hearing him tell her that it was her father's fault, that he'd been the one to set off the terrible chain of events of that night, her anger shifted to him. It was easy, considering how she was already angry with both of her parents for the ungodly amount of pressure they'd placed on her shoulders for years. She was angry with them for how easy it was for them to let her go, to write her off when she possibly needed them the most. But they'd never been there when she needed her, so why would they start now? She'd felt alone for so long, but in reality, she'd never been alone.

Cameron's heart hurt with how much emotion was coursing through her body right now, almost matching the pain in her face from where Caleb had punched her. Jace wasn't looking much better. She'd gotten most of the dried blood off but there were still bruises forming, and tomorrow he'd look like a purple, black and blue piece of art. At least Cameron had escaped with only a busted lip, even if it did hurt like hell. She leaned in forward to place her lips on his, tired of wanting to do it and not being able to for one reason or another. Her fear, what other's might think, what her parent's would think. She felt things for Jace that she'd never felt for anyone before, and now that they did indeed have their second chance, she wanted him to know.

But she pulled away a moment later, apologizing to him. She wasn't exactly sure what she was sorry for. She was just sorry. For everything. His words brought a sob to the surface as he reached up to cup her face, and her watery eyes lifted to meet his again. No parents, no bullshit. The words echoed in her mind, and she wanted to believe them more than anything. "Jace..." She lifted her hands to rest them on his chest, stepping closer, closing the distance between them completely. She searched his gaze, almost as though she was looking for any sign that this was a trick. That something was off. But she saw nothing. Letting out an almost choked laugh, she suddenly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again, the kiss still salty from her tears but the most amazing thing she'd ever experienced.







I wanna feel the pain
I wanna see the light





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Caleb Thompson




Caleb knew he had to tread carefully with Evie, but at the same time, he didn't want to be so careful and move so slowly that he lost her again. He'd had her once, but only for a second. That night he showed up at her place, kissing her with his bloody lips and then disappearing from her life and everyone else's. In that moment, she'd been his, but he'd fucked it up by leaving. He knew that now, but he also knew that he couldn't go back in time and change it. He had to deal with it head on, even if it terrified him. And it definitely did, because he wasn't perfect, and he hadn't been perfect since his arrival at Anna's funeral. Getting into a fistfight with Jace proved that, and he'd even hurt Cameron, and Evie as well. It cemented the idea in Caleb's mind that he was just a fuckup.

When he asked what it was between them, he saw Evie's confused and hurt gaze in the mirror. She parted her lips as though to answer, but no words came out. Caleb hadn't planned on reaching out to touch her, to grab her or pull her closer but that's exactly what he ended up doing. He wanted Evie to know that he cared, that he'd always cared. But were his words enough? Somehow, he doubted it. She turned in his grip to look at him, their chests almost touching as they gazed into each other's eyes. She gasped and he felt her breath on his face, and despite himself and everything that had happened, a small smile appeared on his lips. Her words caused that smile to grow, especially when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The silence stretched on between them, and he sensed the change in her before she moved. Sighing, she looked away from him, her next words breaking his heart. "Why not?" He suddenly asked her, sounding almost like a whining child as his grip tightened around her. "Why can't you just tell your mind to shut up, look up at me and kiss me?" Dipping his head some, he tried to catch her gaze again, his eyes almost pleading as he looked at her. "I know you have walls, Evie, fuck we all do. Nothing went right for us, especially with Anna dying. But I'm back now, Evie, and I don't want to leave again. Please... give me a reason to stay." He felt his own eyes filling with water, but tried to blink away the tears. "Tell me you want me to stay."








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But good guys never win





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Whitney Jeffries








Had someone told the quiet, nerdy high school version of Whitney that the class Prince had a crush on her, she would have immediately brushed off the comment, hiding her blush behind her oversized sweater as she claimed not to have time for silly boys. Lacking her sisters confidence and seemingly natural popularity, Whitney had convinced herself that she didn’t need the attention of her classmates, particularly those of the opposite gender. She was too busy excelling in school and working towards being the top of their class and winning science fairs for a boyfriend anyways. Of course, this lie that she told herself was largely to help soften the blow that the handsome young man she’d caught feelings for was way out of her league and dating her sister no less. Had the Frosts and Jeffries not decided that it was the eldest Jeffries girl that should end up with Wes, Whitney likely would have changed her tune on high school relationships being a waste of time.

A less intoxicated Whitney might have realized how different things could have been if only their parents hadn’t tried to play match maker, or if only she’d been more bold about her feelings or if only Wes had… But “if only’s” didn’t get anyone anywhere or turn back time, and so instead of feeling regret when Wes repeated Always wanted to, the intoxicated Whitney felt a happy warmth spread through her. Her unrequited crush hadn’t been quite so one sided after all, and maybe she hadn’t been imagining things when she’d catch weird glances from Wes or feel like their study sessions weren’t entirely for academic reasons.

Of course, trips down memory lane, even fleeting and generally happy, still served as a dangerous reminder that an important member of their group was no longer with them. As happy as Whitney was sitting with Wes in that loft, thinking about Anna still brought fresh tears to the nerd’s eyes. She apologized to Wes for getting weepy, and his blue eyes met her darker ones for a moment. They both missed their friend, the one that was responsible for bringing them all together, and this entire trip was like walking a line between honoring Anna by having fun and missing her so much it hurt. Whit closed her eyes for a moment when Wes pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead, dismissing her apology and agreeing with her feelings. She nodded a little, taking a small breath to collect herself and coax the tears away before she opened her eyes again.

Glancing back up at Wes, he looked determined not to let them slip too far into sadness and he asked if Whit remembered being dragged to her first hockey game by Ava. The change of topic was successful in lightening the mood, because the memory immediately came back to Whitney and she laughed a little at it. “How could I forget?” She replied, brightening up. “It’s not every day I actually find a sport I enjoy watching… though the players may have helped.” She added teasingly. “Not sure why I didn’t realize that it would be so cold in an ice arena though, but luckily someone offered his jersey and saved the day.” Whit laughed, nudging Wes a little.

When Ava had brought her along to the game, Whit had underestimated how warm she needed to dress, and quickly realized that she’d be spending the game shivering in the light cardigan she’d grabbed. Whether Wes had noticed Whit’s discomfort or not, before the game started he’d offered for her to wear his spare jersey since it was her first game. There was something about wearing a cute boy’s jersey that had a way of making even Whitney, who’d sworn off high school crushes, fall for said player. Swimming in that number 11 jersey, Whitney had discovered a new appreciation for both Wes and the sport that night. The typically quiet girl has cheered along with Ava in the stands. Though while Whit’s cheers were largely for Wes, her sisters were ironically for Parker. The hockey game in question predated Ava’s relationship with Wes, and for a moment the younger Jeffries girl might have even entertained the idea that maybe she and Wes might…. Well, that ended up being wishful thinking.

“I tried going to a couple games at Yale, but for some reason they just weren’t the same.” Whit mused. “Do you ever get a chance to play for fun still?” She asked, curious how Wes spent his time these days. It was strange to realize that after seeing these people almost everyday for years, that she didn’t know very much about their lives now. Jace had a kid for Christ sake and Wes… well Whitney was pretty certain he hadn’t produced any frost heirs but who knew what else he’d gotten up to in the last five years.





































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Parker Pierce








It wasn't that Parker wasn't successful with women- he'd had his fair share of hookups in high school and in LA, but that's all they were, hookups. The class clown had been hung up on Ava for so long that he'd written off finding a lasting or meaningful relationship with anyone else. It's not like Parker was a firm believer in the idea that there was one person meant for everyone, but if he couldn't have Ava, then that just meant he had more time to focus on his budding career as a comedian. Young people in Los Angeles weren't looking for anything serious anyways, so Parker wasn't in danger of finding himself in a relationship of any sort. For this reason though, the connection that he felt with the brunette as they kissed passionately on the bottom bunk shot fire through his veins and made him hungry for more and more and more… of her.

What started as a spur of the moment kiss in the kitchen had turned into an adulterous affair that left Parker breathless as he laid on the full mattress next to Ava Jeffries. The booze had successfully erased the existence of Ben Novak or any thought of consequences, and for the moment, Parker was just savoring the euphoria that younger Parker had always hoped to one day experience. His head was spinning already, be it from the mixture of two different rums and whiskey or from what he'd just done with Ava, but he'd worry about that tomorrow morning.

Grinning to himself, Parker turned his head to the side to gaze at Ava next to him. He wasn't really sure what to say, but he raised his hand to brush some of the hair out of her eyes, letting his fingers linger along the flushed skin of her cheek as he traced her face. The room was dim, but he could see her well enough to appreciate her beauty and commit the view to memory. At this moment all he was thinking about was the present and what had happened since he and Ava stumbled into the bedroom. The past and future were just words. Now was all that mattered.

“I’m glad you were tired of waiting…” Parker finally uttered a little huskily. “Hopefully that impatient streak keeps up…” He added with a suggestive grin as his fingers trailed further down along her shoulder and then arm. Turning his head once more, Parker now glanced up at the top bunk above them. “Guess I can cross doing that in a bunkbed off my bucket list…” He joked, falling back into his clownish ways. “It’s one way to call dibs on a bed.” Parker added, vaguely aware that they weren’t completely alone in the cabin- though for a while there it felt like they were the only two in the world.

If Anna’s plan was to help her friends finally admit their feelings to their high school crushes, she was already succeeding and it hadn’t even been 24 hours yet. Parker had hoped Ava would come to the cabin, had hoped they could reconnect, but he hadn’t dared hope for this. He’d thought he’d missed his chance with her when he saw the post on Facebook that she’d gotten engaged. But now… we’ll, it was just better to stay in the now. Tomorrow, a week from now, the future could all wait.







































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~~The Next Day~~​









Charcoal gray smoke floated into the chilled, snow-speckled air and dissipated into nothingness. The end of the cigarette glowed a brilliant orange, contrasted against the glittering white landscape. The brunette baker leaned against the railing of the deck, shivering ever so slightly as she brought the cancer stick back to her lips. Maybe watching the sunrise in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top was not the best idea. But it was the decision she had made and she was sticking to it. The amber rays began to push up over the horizon, creating a swirling sky of beautiful pastels. Evelyn had missed that, the feeling of just stopping and slowing down for a moment, of not having responsibilities for even the slightest moment. All she could think about was the night before, in the bathroom with Caleb.

The look in his eyes, the way he held her. She couldn't help but get lost in his eyes. It took everything in her power to not kiss him, but she held strong. Her armored heart couldn't take any more heartbreak, the pieces were barely being held together. That being said, Evie couldn't tell him to go either. Even if things were strained between them, she had just gotten him back, all thanks to Anna. Whatever her plan had been, Evelyn wanted to see it through. Anna deserved that much. And so, she looked up at Caleb, let out a breath, and said, "Please stay, Caleb. Anna wanted you here and I... I want you here too. So, please don't make me regret saying that."

Those words alone had made Evie feel like she was about to crawl out of her skin, the anxiety of lowering her walls creeping up. So, she awkwardly tapped Caleb on the shoulder, slipped out of his arms, and disappeared back to the room she had chosen earlier to go to bed. She slept very little and ultimately decided to watch the sunrise to clear her mind, bringing the story full circle. Taking one last drag of the cigarette, Evie tapped it out on the railing before heading back inside. If she was up, she might as well make breakfast for her friends. Bottles of booze still lined the counters, and so she did a quick clean-up before beginning to cook. If there was anything she had learned growing up in the diner, it was the benefits of a full breakfast.

Cooking and baking were escapes for the brunette. Putting her hands to work, having something to concentrate on kept her from thinking about the what-ifs. What if Caleb was serious, and he wouldn't leave again? What if he had never left in the first place? What if he found out about her past, her parents, or her money? What if he wasn't okay with those things? Would he just leave again? Those were the things racing through her mind. But as soon as she pulled out the ingredients for a large family breakfast, those things were pushed to the back of her mind. Some diced onion here, a touch of seasoning there. And soon, Evelyn had created a buffet of pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, jam, and hashbrowns. With a mug of black coffee warming her fingers, she leaned against the counter. Now, to wait until her friends awoke.







the new girl



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The smell of bacon and coffee lulled Wesley from his dreams, his ocean blue eyes fluttering open. For a moment, he was confused. This wasn't his bed in his apartment, and he couldn't hear the city sounds of car horns and pollution outside. On top of that, he felt a warmth pressed up against him, another body. The familiar feeling of dread washed over him, but that only lasted for a split second until he glanced down. There she was in all her beauty, her soft brunette hair fanned out around her head like a halo. As soon as he saw her apricot lips, it all came rushing back to him. Their kiss in the close, their escape to the loft, cuddling up on the extra-large bean bag where they had somehow fallen asleep the night before. Wes let out a soft chuckle, reaching out to gently push a stray piece of hair out of her face. Even asleep, she was as beautiful and adorable as ever.

Wes had enjoyed the feeling of nostalgia from the night before, their easy conversation bringing up old but good memories. To be honest, he was a bit surprised that she remembered the hockey game. Up until then, he wasn't sure it had meant as much to her as it had to him. "It was nice to see you in my number," Wesley had responded, his signature smirk charming his lips. He remembered hearing her cheer from the stands with Ava, and that only motivated him more to impress her. That was one of his best games of the season, solidifying his place as one of the team's captains. That night seemed to be what started his need to be around Whitney. Even when visiting Ava, he was more excited for seeing the younger Jeffries sister. It all seemed like a twisted Romeo and Juliet story, and he remembered equating it to such when they read it in English class. They weren't supposed to be together.

"Hockey? At Yale? I imagine that couldn't be the most entertaining thing in the world," Wes had mused, thinking about the stereotypical Ivy League college male attempting to play a rough contact sport. "I still play now and again. A group of guys from college still get together for like an intermural thing," he had continued, feeling a bit guilty about those words. He had been so busy with not only his job at Frost, but his side business as well that he hadn't been to the past few games. If it wasn't for Anna and that trip, he was sure his social life would be going down the drain fast. Wesley was pulled from the previous night's memories by the sounds of cooking down below causing his stomach to grumble. He had a mild hangover headache that he was fairly certain food could fix. And so, Wesley leaned forward to kiss Whitney on the forehead in an attempt to wake her. "Hey there, sleepyhead. We fell asleep up here last night. Sounds like someone is making breakfast, are you hungry?"







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Ava let everything out of her head and replaced it with her needs and desires that night. Back at high school, she was the type to do everything she wanted and never asked for permission. She was Ava Jeffries, the IT girl, SOMEONE! And she really thought the world was lying at her feet, ready to serve her, ready to fulfil any wish. Until the cruel awakening came in form of her marriage. So when she came back to her home town and met the first boy she ever truly loved and never stopped loving, it was only obvious that her heart opened to him again and the right amount of alcohol took care of her courage. She really was tired of waiting and she let Parker know that a second before their lips met in a kiss that sealed their plans for the evening. And when she was resting next to him a few long delicious moments later, she was back to being the IT girl and he was the Class Clown and everything was just as it was supposed to be back then. Ava just moved closer, wrapped her small body around Parker and drifted off almost immediately.

The brunette woke up at some point at night as she was not feeling the best and for some reason, not exactly knowing why, she dragged her adulterous ass to an empty bed where she fell and returned to her sleep only to wake up hours later with the largest hangover and a fucking hunchback of Notre Dame hammering on her temples. She sat up slowly, realizing everything was way too bright and she was… Why the hell was she sleeping without her clothes on? Jesus, mixing rum and tequila was definitely not the best idea out there. There you go, honey, that’s what you get for tearing off the chain.

However, what terrified her more than that was the fact that her pale skin was covered in blue, purple and yellow spots all over, the ones she wanted to hide so desperately. Her breathing became way faster and her eyes frantically scanned the room until falling onto the suitcase with her name on. Ava wrapped the thick blanket around herself and as quietly as her current state of mind allowed her, brought the thing to her bed. Rummaging through the suitcase with the duvet around her was way harder than she thought but she managed to finally get an outfit she wanted. “Fucking Christ…” she muttered, trying to put the underwear on stealthily, falling onto the bed several times as she lost her balance.

It took her quite a while to finally stumble out of the room, fully dressed and still horribly hungover. Her nose sniffed the air a little once she felt the heavenly smell of fried bacon and she almost said a prayer to the almighty and thank him for the beautiful soul who was taking care of the drunk degenerates. Ava was taking small careful steps across the living room when she found another holy grail. Her satchel bag was resting on the love seat where she had left it yesterday and Ava almost jumped for it. “Where is it…come on, come on…please, I know you’re in there…” she kept mumbling, finally fishing out a bottle of Ibuprofen.

“Morning.” she peeped, entering the kitchen which was even brighter as the sun rays pierced through the windows. “Shit…that’s just…ungodly…” Seeing the pile of food prepared, her eyes went wide open and she let out an appreciative sound. “You are a miracle worker, Evie, I swear.” Ava looked at the baker and walked to the counter, filling a tall glass with water. “This feels like high school all over again. Only back than my tolerance was elsewhere…I think.” she added and popped two pills, chasing them down with cold water. Reaching for the coffee pot, she poured herself a big cup and decided to drink it black. “How was your first night back?” the brunette asked her former classmate, very much forgetful about her own nocturnal activities. As if the reunion with Parker never happened.




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The evening and the part of the night certainly didn’t go as planned. Not that Jace had any plans really but the bottle of whiskey he had claimed for his was really giving him ideas he started to execute as soon as he got the chance. The game of truth or dare certainly offered a few “what the fuck” moments and the cherry on top was little Whitney Jeffries pitter-pattering to the closet with the royal ass of Wes Frost. If Jace wasn’t there to witness it, he would not even believe it. If the others sent Ava with him, sure, that would make sense. Like to see if there was still that old flame. Then again, Ava was now a missus and the heavy rock on her finger was probably keeping even the drunken crew at bay, respecting her marital status.

Fighting with Caleb certainly was not on Jace’s agenda but oh well, it happened. And maybe it was actually for the best because it was that fight which led to a hearty talk with Cameron and figuring out a thing or two. The two talked, cried a bit, laughed bitterly but all in all, the truth came up on the surface and many things were clear after they were done. Cam’s beautiful face was swollen from her tears, lip was busted but she was never more beautiful to Jace. Because finally, he felt she might become his.

The door on his room was closed and Jace could hear suspicious sounds from inside. He didn’t really want to assume anything but it was for the best that the couple went to the room where Cam had set her bags. They spent a real nice time in her bed, cuddling, making out, whispering sweet nothings and Jace was in seventh heaven. For a moment, it seemed they were going to walk the whole way and he had Cam just as he wanted to have her, was about to get down and dirty with the blonde when a sudden sound from the house froze him dead. For a few ling second, Jace was there motionless and then they both burst out laughing.

The morning sun peaked through the window, touching faces of the sleeping couple. It kissed Jace’s eyelids, caressing him warmly and the bad boy squirmed a little, wrapping his arms around the person next to him even tighter. But the sun was being obnoxious and wouldn’t go away, waking Jace up completely. “Shit…” he muttered and opened his eyes, squinting them for a moment until his sight adjusted. He was definitely not an early riser and was usually grumpy but one look at his companion and the smile automatically appeared on his face. He leaned closer and pressed his lips onto Cameron’s temple. “Wakey wakey.” he whispered and traced her side with his fingertips. “You gonna be sleeping in today or you want some delicious breakfast I’m gonna bet Evie is making?” he hummed, knowing his friend more than well.




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Cameron Hale




The first night to the cabin was unlike anything Cameron could have imagined it would be. Maybe drinking on the ride there while the reunited group of friends played their own version of truth or dare should have been a dead giveaway, but by the time they reached the cabin, Cameron and her friends were a few too many sheets to the wind to realize it. The game continued when they arrived, sending Whitney and Wes into the closet for seven minutes in heaven. Only, Cameron was sure it had been more than seven minutes. It was almost incredible, really, how old feelings could resurface so suddenly and so forcefully.

Or maybe Cameron wasn't talking about Wes and Whit at all. For a while, everyone had sort of paired up and gone off to do their own thing, but Caleb's jealousy had brought some of them back together. Jace sported quite a few bruises and cuts from the fight, Evie had a hurt hand and Cameron had even received a busted lip. The four of them had separated again, taking a much needed breather from each other as they all calmed down. Standing there in the kitchen with Jace, Cameron truly felt as though they could start over fresh, get the beginning they'd truly deserved all that time ago.

She spent the night in Jace's arms, kissing him, touching him, and just being thrilled to be there. She had the briefest thought that they might go further, but maybe old demons weren't that easy to let go of. A sound startled them both, and they froze, staring into each other's eyes before they burst into laughter. After that, they'd just cuddled and Cam had eventually drifted off to sleep. She slept soundly, didn't even have any idea Jace had awoken until she felt his lips on her temple and his fingers on her side. Wiggling under his touch, she wrinkled her nose, obviously trying not to laugh.

Opening her eyes when she heard his voice, she sighed and frowned, feigning anger with him. "I don't want to move." She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and burying her face in his chest. "I feel like if we move then this will have been a dream and it will all shatter." She spoke again, her voice slightly muffled by his muscular chest. Heaving a small sigh, she remained in that position for a few more seconds before she tilted her head back to look at him. "Do we have to?" She knew she was whining, but she was only half serious as she released him, rolling onto her back. "Fiiiiiine. Let's go. I think I smell bacon and I'm having a serious craving." Pushing herself up, she walked with him to the kitchen, where Evie and Ava stood. "Morning." Cameron chirped, her eyes growing wide with excitement when she saw the bacon. "Evie, you're a godsend, you know that?"







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