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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Vanessa Hill
The gum Nessa was idly blowing bubbles with was starting to lose its flavor, and there still was no sign of Lily. The pinkette had never been blessed with patience, and it felt like it had been hours since she’d arrived at the fountain… When in reality it was probably only a few minutes and the gum was just cheap shit.
The children playing around the water feature that had begun as general entertainment were now starting to annoy Nessa, and she was tempted to push the next one that asked why her hair was pink into the fountain. Northside kids, she thought to herself with an eye roll. So sheltered. Though, Nessa’s annoyance likely had less to do with the kids’ curiosity and more to do with not wanting to share her reason. She’d made up some bullshit story about eating too many strawberries when she was younger to get the first kid to leave her alone. Which was better than explaining to a seven year old that her father had drunkenly mistaken her for her mother one to many times and she wanted to make sure the fucker didn’t do it again.
Nessa glanced up from her thoughts, only to find a little girl staring at her as she licked one of those giant lollipops. Raising an eyebrow, the Southside woman tried to scare off the gawker with intimidation, but the tot just continued to stand there. Nessa was about to resort to childishly sticking out her tongue next, but was saved by the sound of Lily calling to her. Glancing in her friends direction, Nessa waved back, grateful that her wait was over. Rising from her seat on the fountain’s edge, the pinkette glanced back to where the girl had been, but found that she’d disappeared. “The fuck…?” She uttered, looking around for any sign of lollipop girl, but finding no trace. Kids were so weird. Thank god for Lily.
When Nessa’s brother Carter had left to join the service, the pinkette had been crushed to be left behind. She had already lost her mother, and pretty much her father and sister, and now Cater. While Nessa was outgoing and knew a lot of people, she had stopped letting others get close to her anymore. Luckily though, Carter’s friend Lily had taken his place as one of Nessa’s few close friends. The brunette hacker has filled the hole that Carter left and likely has prevented the pinkette from taking the dark road her father had. So thank god for Lily in more ways than one.
“Hey stranger,” Nessa greeted, stretching a little as she took a couple steps to stop by Lily. Before she could say anything else, the hacker’s stomach growled and the brunette suggested they go find some food. Nessa smirked a little and nodded. “We’d better, otherwise that monster in your stomach is gonna scare away all the hot guys.” She teased, looping her arm into Lily’s and pulling her off towards the food booths. “And then who are we gonna get to win us prizes and ride the Ferris wheel with?” She asked sarcastically, mocking the goodie two shoe types that desired such things.
Glancing around at the food booths available, Nessa shrugged her shoulders at the overwhelming assortment. “Craving anything specific?” She asked before blowing another bubble and popping it as they decided. A cacophony of aromas swirled around the area, a mixture of sweet and savory battling for dominance. There was a giant pretzel calling Nessa’s name, but ice cream would be nice on a hot day… or a plate of nachos! Or funnel cake, or… The options were endless, but since food was Lily’s idea, she decided it was only fair that she got to pick the first booth they hit at least. “Sometimes businesses give out free food for marketing…” She mused, trying to spot one of those instead of the overpriced fair food.
The children playing around the water feature that had begun as general entertainment were now starting to annoy Nessa, and she was tempted to push the next one that asked why her hair was pink into the fountain. Northside kids, she thought to herself with an eye roll. So sheltered. Though, Nessa’s annoyance likely had less to do with the kids’ curiosity and more to do with not wanting to share her reason. She’d made up some bullshit story about eating too many strawberries when she was younger to get the first kid to leave her alone. Which was better than explaining to a seven year old that her father had drunkenly mistaken her for her mother one to many times and she wanted to make sure the fucker didn’t do it again.
Nessa glanced up from her thoughts, only to find a little girl staring at her as she licked one of those giant lollipops. Raising an eyebrow, the Southside woman tried to scare off the gawker with intimidation, but the tot just continued to stand there. Nessa was about to resort to childishly sticking out her tongue next, but was saved by the sound of Lily calling to her. Glancing in her friends direction, Nessa waved back, grateful that her wait was over. Rising from her seat on the fountain’s edge, the pinkette glanced back to where the girl had been, but found that she’d disappeared. “The fuck…?” She uttered, looking around for any sign of lollipop girl, but finding no trace. Kids were so weird. Thank god for Lily.
When Nessa’s brother Carter had left to join the service, the pinkette had been crushed to be left behind. She had already lost her mother, and pretty much her father and sister, and now Cater. While Nessa was outgoing and knew a lot of people, she had stopped letting others get close to her anymore. Luckily though, Carter’s friend Lily had taken his place as one of Nessa’s few close friends. The brunette hacker has filled the hole that Carter left and likely has prevented the pinkette from taking the dark road her father had. So thank god for Lily in more ways than one.
“Hey stranger,” Nessa greeted, stretching a little as she took a couple steps to stop by Lily. Before she could say anything else, the hacker’s stomach growled and the brunette suggested they go find some food. Nessa smirked a little and nodded. “We’d better, otherwise that monster in your stomach is gonna scare away all the hot guys.” She teased, looping her arm into Lily’s and pulling her off towards the food booths. “And then who are we gonna get to win us prizes and ride the Ferris wheel with?” She asked sarcastically, mocking the goodie two shoe types that desired such things.
Glancing around at the food booths available, Nessa shrugged her shoulders at the overwhelming assortment. “Craving anything specific?” She asked before blowing another bubble and popping it as they decided. A cacophony of aromas swirled around the area, a mixture of sweet and savory battling for dominance. There was a giant pretzel calling Nessa’s name, but ice cream would be nice on a hot day… or a plate of nachos! Or funnel cake, or… The options were endless, but since food was Lily’s idea, she decided it was only fair that she got to pick the first booth they hit at least. “Sometimes businesses give out free food for marketing…” She mused, trying to spot one of those instead of the overpriced fair food.
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Maxim Drozdov
Max was trying to listen to Felicity’s chatter about her high school drama with her friends, but he really didn’t care of Kara kissed Melissa’s boyfriend or not. He glanced around for anything or anyone to use as an excuse to get away from the Swansons. Just then an excuse in the shape of Bia appeared as she called out his name and walked over to him. “Hey, go on without me, I’ll catch up later,” Max told Felicity and her parents before turning his attention to the brunette girl who was grinning at him. It’s good to see you. Wasn’t sure if you were coming, you know. The Russian lad watched a little confused as Bia added a third pen to her bun, wondering if this was sone kind of American hairstyle, but did not comment on it. He opened his mouth to reply to Bia’s greeting but then she continued, apologizing to him for what happened at Dom’s party.
Honestly, the events from Dominic’s house party were a bit of a blur. He vaguely recalled the first couple hours and his rounds of beer pong, and he had blocked the whole mysterious text debacle from his mind, or tried to as much as possible. When Bia apologized, Max’s brows furrowed for a moment as he tried to figure out why she was in the first place. When Max had first arrives in the states, Bia had been the first person he met at the school outside of the Swanson family. And, if Max was still being honest, his first crush too. Even if the Russian had been mad at Bianca the night of Dom’s party, those feelings hadn’t stuck.
A laugh escaped Max as he shook his head, waving off Bia’s apology. “Do not worry about anything.” He grinned. “Though if you really want to make it up to me you could-“ He continued before his words were interrupted by someone running smack into Bia. Reflexively Max reached out to make sure the brunette didn’t go tumbling to the ground, resting a hand on her shoulder to steady her. A frown flicked across Max’s face and he was ready to defend Bia before he realized that her assaulter was none other that his pal Anders. The Russian’s hand left the brunette’s shoulder when Anders greeted him and Max grinned returning his good mood. “Good to see you!” He replied, his grin disappearing a little when he spotted MJ beside Ders. Though he didn’t remember too many details from Dom’s party, he did recall that he was not a fan of MJ, though the exact reason alluded him. Offering a small nod in greeting, the Russian quickly turned his attention back to his friends.
“If Bia cannot help, then I do not think anyone can…” Max chuckled a little, noting her clipboard he was sure was filled with information and plans. “But I could eat too… so what do you suggest Bia!” He asked, hopping on the lunch train as well. Really he didn’t care what the plan was, he just wanted to stay away from the Swansons as much as possible and friends were a good escape. “Do you think you could sneak away from your duties for a bit?” He asked, cocking his head to the side a bit as he stole the clipboard from Bia and held it behind his back. “Surely you deserve a break!” He smirked.
Honestly, the events from Dominic’s house party were a bit of a blur. He vaguely recalled the first couple hours and his rounds of beer pong, and he had blocked the whole mysterious text debacle from his mind, or tried to as much as possible. When Bia apologized, Max’s brows furrowed for a moment as he tried to figure out why she was in the first place. When Max had first arrives in the states, Bia had been the first person he met at the school outside of the Swanson family. And, if Max was still being honest, his first crush too. Even if the Russian had been mad at Bianca the night of Dom’s party, those feelings hadn’t stuck.
A laugh escaped Max as he shook his head, waving off Bia’s apology. “Do not worry about anything.” He grinned. “Though if you really want to make it up to me you could-“ He continued before his words were interrupted by someone running smack into Bia. Reflexively Max reached out to make sure the brunette didn’t go tumbling to the ground, resting a hand on her shoulder to steady her. A frown flicked across Max’s face and he was ready to defend Bia before he realized that her assaulter was none other that his pal Anders. The Russian’s hand left the brunette’s shoulder when Anders greeted him and Max grinned returning his good mood. “Good to see you!” He replied, his grin disappearing a little when he spotted MJ beside Ders. Though he didn’t remember too many details from Dom’s party, he did recall that he was not a fan of MJ, though the exact reason alluded him. Offering a small nod in greeting, the Russian quickly turned his attention back to his friends.
“If Bia cannot help, then I do not think anyone can…” Max chuckled a little, noting her clipboard he was sure was filled with information and plans. “But I could eat too… so what do you suggest Bia!” He asked, hopping on the lunch train as well. Really he didn’t care what the plan was, he just wanted to stay away from the Swansons as much as possible and friends were a good escape. “Do you think you could sneak away from your duties for a bit?” He asked, cocking his head to the side a bit as he stole the clipboard from Bia and held it behind his back. “Surely you deserve a break!” He smirked.
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
code by low fidelity.
_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
code by low fidelity.
MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Liliana
southside
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MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Dominic
northside
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Vanessa Hill
For the most part, Nessa was only joking about winning prizes and going on the Ferris wheel. After all, she’d much prefer to be bought a beer over a plush, and the thrill rides were definitely more her speed. Though even those were a bit tame for her taste. However, she wasn’t joking about finding hot guys. Lily rolled her eyes, as she sarcastically retorted If you think I need some random guy to win me a prize and keep me company on a children's ride, you are sorely mistaken. The pinkette laughed a little and shrugged. “Maybe you don’t need a guy for a prize…” Nessa replied to Lily’s cheeky comment, an impish look crossing her face. “But they are fun to ride…” She pointed out. “Especially when you need to let off a little steam.” If Lily had been as stressed out about the stupid texts as Nessa had been, then perhaps a hot guy was exactly what was needed. With or without the stuffed teddy bear. “But for now I guess we can start with food.”
Arm in arm, Nessa and Lily made their way towards the food, following the mixture of aromas that lead the way. The options were plentiful, almost too plentiful to make up one’s mind, but the brunette finally settled on a giant pretzel. “You have exquisite taste!” Nessa replied, faking a high society drawl to make fun of the over dressed Northsiders. Speaking of which, as Lily pulled the pinkette in the direction of the pretzel booth she clipped the shoulder of a Northsider man, causing Nessa to let go of Lily’s arm to keep her balance.
It only took a moment for Nessa’s annoyance to turn to amusement as she realized what Lily was up to. The brunette had quite a knack for relieving people of their personal affects, and Nessa was always impressed. Biting the inside of her cheek to keep from giving away the heist, Nessa just watched the interaction with innocent interest as the rude man huffed away. Only when Lily turned back to her and showed off the bounty, did the pinkette grin widely. “Well, how kind of him!” She laughed. “A true gentleman!”
It was hard to feel guilty for treating themselves to some fair food on the man’s dime when he likely wouldn’t even bat an eye at the lost cash and credit cards. He’d easily just take more money out of his likely endless bank account and have his credit cards replaced within a few days. As far as Nessa was aware, Lily was more of the Robin Hood type, taking from the rich for the use of the less fortunate. Which was just about any Southsider.
“Looks like we don’t need to find any guys to treat us to food at least then,” Nessa mused, resuming their walk towards the pretzel booth before something, or someone, caught her eye. “Which is lucky for them…” She added, nodding towards a pair of young men standing with a group a few yards away. “Because Madds owes me for ditching me at Dom’s party.” She said, putting a pin in the pretzels for a moment as she rerouted towards MJ and Ders. The pinkette had been a little miffed at the blond man for forgetting that he’d brought her to the party and leaving her without a ride home. But a week of space was enough time for her hurt feelings to cool off and she couldn’t resist seeing what the two south side guys were up to.
With MJ’s back towards her, Nessa stepped up on a crate he was standing beside to give her some extra height, and gently slid her arms around around his neck from behind. “Partying without us Trouble?” She asked with a fake pout as she tucked her head on his muscled shoulder. “I didn’t take you for the type to celebrate May Day,” She continued, her lips transforming into a teasing grin. “Either of you…” She added, glancing over at Ders.
Only then though did Nessa notice the company that her two friends were keeping. First she recognized the cardigan girl who was Ronnie’s sister beside Anders, and her brow furrowed slightly. She didn’t want to admit it, but it bothered her a little that he seemed to be spending so much time with her lately. However, her concern only deepened when she shifted her blue eyes to the others. Anders, MJ, Bia, the Russian guy, Dominic, Vivian… plus herself and Lily… This little group was the very same that had been called out in text at Dom’s party. Fuck. Sighing, Nessa tried to play it cool despite the sinking feeling in her stomach, and forced a grin back on her face. “I’m starting to have deja vu,” She joked, glancing over at Lily to see if she had connected the dots and was concerned or not. Usually the pinkette was fearless so being uneasy by this mixture of people was not a good look for her.
Arm in arm, Nessa and Lily made their way towards the food, following the mixture of aromas that lead the way. The options were plentiful, almost too plentiful to make up one’s mind, but the brunette finally settled on a giant pretzel. “You have exquisite taste!” Nessa replied, faking a high society drawl to make fun of the over dressed Northsiders. Speaking of which, as Lily pulled the pinkette in the direction of the pretzel booth she clipped the shoulder of a Northsider man, causing Nessa to let go of Lily’s arm to keep her balance.
It only took a moment for Nessa’s annoyance to turn to amusement as she realized what Lily was up to. The brunette had quite a knack for relieving people of their personal affects, and Nessa was always impressed. Biting the inside of her cheek to keep from giving away the heist, Nessa just watched the interaction with innocent interest as the rude man huffed away. Only when Lily turned back to her and showed off the bounty, did the pinkette grin widely. “Well, how kind of him!” She laughed. “A true gentleman!”
It was hard to feel guilty for treating themselves to some fair food on the man’s dime when he likely wouldn’t even bat an eye at the lost cash and credit cards. He’d easily just take more money out of his likely endless bank account and have his credit cards replaced within a few days. As far as Nessa was aware, Lily was more of the Robin Hood type, taking from the rich for the use of the less fortunate. Which was just about any Southsider.
“Looks like we don’t need to find any guys to treat us to food at least then,” Nessa mused, resuming their walk towards the pretzel booth before something, or someone, caught her eye. “Which is lucky for them…” She added, nodding towards a pair of young men standing with a group a few yards away. “Because Madds owes me for ditching me at Dom’s party.” She said, putting a pin in the pretzels for a moment as she rerouted towards MJ and Ders. The pinkette had been a little miffed at the blond man for forgetting that he’d brought her to the party and leaving her without a ride home. But a week of space was enough time for her hurt feelings to cool off and she couldn’t resist seeing what the two south side guys were up to.
With MJ’s back towards her, Nessa stepped up on a crate he was standing beside to give her some extra height, and gently slid her arms around around his neck from behind. “Partying without us Trouble?” She asked with a fake pout as she tucked her head on his muscled shoulder. “I didn’t take you for the type to celebrate May Day,” She continued, her lips transforming into a teasing grin. “Either of you…” She added, glancing over at Ders.
Only then though did Nessa notice the company that her two friends were keeping. First she recognized the cardigan girl who was Ronnie’s sister beside Anders, and her brow furrowed slightly. She didn’t want to admit it, but it bothered her a little that he seemed to be spending so much time with her lately. However, her concern only deepened when she shifted her blue eyes to the others. Anders, MJ, Bia, the Russian guy, Dominic, Vivian… plus herself and Lily… This little group was the very same that had been called out in text at Dom’s party. Fuck. Sighing, Nessa tried to play it cool despite the sinking feeling in her stomach, and forced a grin back on her face. “I’m starting to have deja vu,” She joked, glancing over at Lily to see if she had connected the dots and was concerned or not. Usually the pinkette was fearless so being uneasy by this mixture of people was not a good look for her.
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Maxim Drozdov
Coming to a new country for his senior year of high school was a bold choice, and frankly an intimidating one, even if the once stoic Russian wouldn’t admit it. His English was good, but not perfect, and he was much more reserved. Luckily though, the student assigned to give him the tour of the school was a kind brunette who quickly helped Max feel less like a fish out of water and more at home in his new setting. Being his first friend, Maxim quickly grew attached to Bia and he admired how friendly and driven she was. Unfortunately, her drive and attention to her studies was the reason she rejected him when he eventually asked her out.
It had definitely been a blow to the Russian’s ego, but he ended up concluding that Bia’s friendship was better than nothing and never brought up any romantic interest again. That of course didn’t stop him from occasionally sending a flirty comment her way every now and then, but he’d grown into even more of a ladies man since moving to America and sometimes he couldn’t help himself. At the end of the day though, he still cared for Bia and as she was bumped into he was quick to catch her. Her hand gripped his shirt and he glanced down in time to see her cheeks flush, but she was instantly directing her attention over to Ders and their brief moment was gone.
After greetings were exchanged, even with MJ, the group turned their attention to deciding what to eat. Suspecting that Bia might feel the need to return to her duties instead of spend some time with him, or rather the group, Max stole her clipboard, taking it hostage in hopes of convincing Bia to take a break. He chuckled a little as Bia smiled trying to get him to rerun the clipboard. Come on, Max, give it baaack! The Russian just grinned, keeping the clipboard out of Bia’s reach until she gave in. Ders took Max’s side, chiming in with Whoops, looks like its too late now. You gotta help us out, Bia. The northsider and southsider exchanged a high five, with Max returning Ander’s grin.
After more discussion about food, which even the sullen Maddox offered his two cents on, the he group began moving in the direction of the food booths. Unfortunately, Anders seemed to attract people like a magnet, and was run into by Vivi, which almost toppled Bia for a second time. This time though, Ders was the one to steady the brunette girl and Max just stood useless for a moment until Ders and Vivi were done exchanging passive aggressive greetings. “Hey Vi, hey Dom!” He smiled, happy to be surrounded by friends. His gaze shifted between the redhead and Bia, recalling that the last time they were together things had been less than civil. The scratches on their faces were almost healed now, so they didn’t need new ones.
Just as Ders invited Dom and Vivi to join them for lunch, the group grew by two more and Max glanced over to spot Lily approaching behind the pink haired girl who was talking to MJ. Due to his drunken state at the party, the hacker’s actual name was escaping him at the moment and he just knew her as - “Kotik!”He greeted, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t imagined he’d run into his sarcastic new friend with a penchant for stealing watches here, but was pleasantly surprised to do so. “It is good to see you again… Will you join us as well?” He asked, eager for a chance to get to know her more, and while sober. It didn’t even cross his mind that she would perhaps have other plans he’d be interrupting.
It had definitely been a blow to the Russian’s ego, but he ended up concluding that Bia’s friendship was better than nothing and never brought up any romantic interest again. That of course didn’t stop him from occasionally sending a flirty comment her way every now and then, but he’d grown into even more of a ladies man since moving to America and sometimes he couldn’t help himself. At the end of the day though, he still cared for Bia and as she was bumped into he was quick to catch her. Her hand gripped his shirt and he glanced down in time to see her cheeks flush, but she was instantly directing her attention over to Ders and their brief moment was gone.
After greetings were exchanged, even with MJ, the group turned their attention to deciding what to eat. Suspecting that Bia might feel the need to return to her duties instead of spend some time with him, or rather the group, Max stole her clipboard, taking it hostage in hopes of convincing Bia to take a break. He chuckled a little as Bia smiled trying to get him to rerun the clipboard. Come on, Max, give it baaack! The Russian just grinned, keeping the clipboard out of Bia’s reach until she gave in. Ders took Max’s side, chiming in with Whoops, looks like its too late now. You gotta help us out, Bia. The northsider and southsider exchanged a high five, with Max returning Ander’s grin.
After more discussion about food, which even the sullen Maddox offered his two cents on, the he group began moving in the direction of the food booths. Unfortunately, Anders seemed to attract people like a magnet, and was run into by Vivi, which almost toppled Bia for a second time. This time though, Ders was the one to steady the brunette girl and Max just stood useless for a moment until Ders and Vivi were done exchanging passive aggressive greetings. “Hey Vi, hey Dom!” He smiled, happy to be surrounded by friends. His gaze shifted between the redhead and Bia, recalling that the last time they were together things had been less than civil. The scratches on their faces were almost healed now, so they didn’t need new ones.
Just as Ders invited Dom and Vivi to join them for lunch, the group grew by two more and Max glanced over to spot Lily approaching behind the pink haired girl who was talking to MJ. Due to his drunken state at the party, the hacker’s actual name was escaping him at the moment and he just knew her as - “Kotik!”He greeted, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t imagined he’d run into his sarcastic new friend with a penchant for stealing watches here, but was pleasantly surprised to do so. “It is good to see you again… Will you join us as well?” He asked, eager for a chance to get to know her more, and while sober. It didn’t even cross his mind that she would perhaps have other plans he’d be interrupting.
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
code by low fidelity.
The clipboard left Bianca’s hand and no matter how much she tried, there was no chance to get it back from Max. He was way taller than her and she was not that fast or flexible to go for it. And there was also a small part of er that wanted to hang out with him. And the others, yeah. At least for a little while before her duties called her back to work. Quite honestly, her stomach was already protesting since except breakfast, it was only filled with coffee. Anders joined Max in his efforts to keep Bianca away from work and in the end, she agreed out loud and joined the group of boys in their hunt for food. Even Maddox seemed to snap out of his reverie upon the mention of food and he reacted to Ders calling him a fat kid.
Her face was still burning from her fall into Max and the blush only slowly receded, leaving soft pinkish hue still in her cheeks. As they walked towards the food area of the festival, Bia’s head was whirling with thoughts as she was trying to do a little check whether everything she was supposed to take care of was finished. It was Ders’ voice that tore the train of her thoughts and the color of her cheeks became darker once again when he pulled one pen after the other from her messy bun. “Apparently not. I was…looking for those.” she grinned, taking the writing supplies from Ders. The small group just entered the makeshift food court. The boys already had an idea what to eat and Bia didn’t really have any preference but apparently, her flying around was not over just yet since once again, Ders flew into her, reaching for her shoulders to keep the brunette from hitting the ground. “Oof…” she breathed, looking up to see what happened.
Her small smile froze when her gaze fell upon Vivi. Bia was never exactly fond of the redhead but ever since that damn party, this relationship went below zero. Not only Ronnie chose Vivi and her posse while she was still here, but it was this girl and that said posse who brought destruction to Ronnie’s grave. They apparently held friendship on top of the list of their priorities and Bia hated that while Ronnie considered herself one of them, they never hesitated to dishonor her and her loyalty to the popular squad. But listening to her and Ders’s exchange made her let out a low quiet chuckle. Bianca bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from keeping that grin up. She was not interested in any new scratches. The older ones were still not healed anyway.
With Vivi, Dom made his appearance again and once again, Bia felt she was now a part of a group that was not comfortable with having a nerdy girl next door among them. Shush, Bia. They wanted you to come, right? Shut up and just enjoy the moment. At least once in your life, live a little. Her inner voice scolded her harshly and the brunette put a smile back on her lips. The voice inside was right. She was there with Max and Anders anyway. Maybe the others would surprise her and they could all just enjoy a nice lunch together, right? And just as the ragtag group was about to move, two more girls joined them. The Southsiders from the party as well. Max’s voice made Bia look at him and she noticed the excitement in his eyes. The pinch inside was something she knew very well already. The green monster made its appearance once again and took its usual place on her shoulder, whispering all sorts of thoughts in her ear. Why was she even jealous though? Max wanted to hang out before, he asked her out, he showed his interest. It was Bianca who turned him down, wanting to focus on her studies. So why was she now feeling jealous of the Southside brunette whom Max called in such a familiar way? Maybe it was time to find her box of mints to help her keep her focus up.
“Come on, I’ll get us better seats than these.” Bianca spoke up after a while, wanting to move on. Her thoughts started to spiral and if they reached that dark depth of her mind, there was no telling how her day was going to end up. Beckoning the group to follow her, the brunette took a deep breath, put her game face on and led the others across the perfectly kept lawn to the back of the food area. A brief talk to the older guy in the food truck earned them a nice round table a bit further from the noise but still at the fair. And once they sat down, a round of homemade elderflower lemonade landed in front of them. A little something from the owner before they decided about their food. Bianca held the straw between her lips while studying the menu but in her head, she was thinking about how this group seemed to be forming a bit more than just a few people who were accidentally brought together.
Her face was still burning from her fall into Max and the blush only slowly receded, leaving soft pinkish hue still in her cheeks. As they walked towards the food area of the festival, Bia’s head was whirling with thoughts as she was trying to do a little check whether everything she was supposed to take care of was finished. It was Ders’ voice that tore the train of her thoughts and the color of her cheeks became darker once again when he pulled one pen after the other from her messy bun. “Apparently not. I was…looking for those.” she grinned, taking the writing supplies from Ders. The small group just entered the makeshift food court. The boys already had an idea what to eat and Bia didn’t really have any preference but apparently, her flying around was not over just yet since once again, Ders flew into her, reaching for her shoulders to keep the brunette from hitting the ground. “Oof…” she breathed, looking up to see what happened.
Her small smile froze when her gaze fell upon Vivi. Bia was never exactly fond of the redhead but ever since that damn party, this relationship went below zero. Not only Ronnie chose Vivi and her posse while she was still here, but it was this girl and that said posse who brought destruction to Ronnie’s grave. They apparently held friendship on top of the list of their priorities and Bia hated that while Ronnie considered herself one of them, they never hesitated to dishonor her and her loyalty to the popular squad. But listening to her and Ders’s exchange made her let out a low quiet chuckle. Bianca bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from keeping that grin up. She was not interested in any new scratches. The older ones were still not healed anyway.
With Vivi, Dom made his appearance again and once again, Bia felt she was now a part of a group that was not comfortable with having a nerdy girl next door among them. Shush, Bia. They wanted you to come, right? Shut up and just enjoy the moment. At least once in your life, live a little. Her inner voice scolded her harshly and the brunette put a smile back on her lips. The voice inside was right. She was there with Max and Anders anyway. Maybe the others would surprise her and they could all just enjoy a nice lunch together, right? And just as the ragtag group was about to move, two more girls joined them. The Southsiders from the party as well. Max’s voice made Bia look at him and she noticed the excitement in his eyes. The pinch inside was something she knew very well already. The green monster made its appearance once again and took its usual place on her shoulder, whispering all sorts of thoughts in her ear. Why was she even jealous though? Max wanted to hang out before, he asked her out, he showed his interest. It was Bianca who turned him down, wanting to focus on her studies. So why was she now feeling jealous of the Southside brunette whom Max called in such a familiar way? Maybe it was time to find her box of mints to help her keep her focus up.
“Come on, I’ll get us better seats than these.” Bianca spoke up after a while, wanting to move on. Her thoughts started to spiral and if they reached that dark depth of her mind, there was no telling how her day was going to end up. Beckoning the group to follow her, the brunette took a deep breath, put her game face on and led the others across the perfectly kept lawn to the back of the food area. A brief talk to the older guy in the food truck earned them a nice round table a bit further from the noise but still at the fair. And once they sat down, a round of homemade elderflower lemonade landed in front of them. A little something from the owner before they decided about their food. Bianca held the straw between her lips while studying the menu but in her head, she was thinking about how this group seemed to be forming a bit more than just a few people who were accidentally brought together.
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Hanging out with the entitled Northside kids was everything but not an item on Maddox’s bucket list for today. He was not exactly a fan for understandable reasons. Naturally, once he and Anders came across Bianca and Max, Maddox had to work really hard to suppress the groan clawing its way from his throat. Seriously, why was Ders so excited about hanging out with that goodie-two-shoes weirdo? Ronnie he got, she was fun and actually pretty chill for a richy rich girl. But while this one looked like Veronica, that face was the only thing they had in common. To him, Bianca seemed like a buzzkill and straight boring. Not exactly a bad girl but what did she even have to offer? But sure, if Anders felt like doing charity, who was MJ to stop him from it? And then there was that Russian dude. It was safe to say that he and Maddox did not really hit it off and now, they were more wary of each other than they were friends.
After fooling around for a bit, food talk returned MJ’s attention to the other three and apparently, the church girl had the idea where to go and get some chow. Though before they got there, another bump happened. However, this one brought a wide grin to MJ’s face. The mouthy redhead from Dom’s party and Deveraux himself. The firecracker and Anders got immediately in this verbal shootout and Madds just shook his head with a grin gracing his features. “Play nice, Ders.” he tapped his brother on the back and shot Vivi a wink. “Good to see you again. You owe me a jacket, love.” he told her, examining her face to see what her reaction would be. There was something extremely satisfying in poking Vivian Cellars and getting reactions out of her.
A hand wrapped around his neck and Maddox flinched, ready to defend himself against any Northsider scum who was trying to catch him off guard but a small laugh escaped his mouth when he noticed a flash of pink mane and a familiar voice drawled around his ear. “Well I’d never.” Maddox pretended being shocked as he looked at the pinkette and pressed his hand on his chest as if he was abhorred. “I might start celebrating May Day, dear Vanessa, once someone tells me what is even there to celebrate. Seriously, though, is this a real thing or just some stuff you, Northsiders, came up with to have a reason for a fair?” A mischievous smile was tugging on his lips as he teased the rich kids. His eyes found Nessa again and he leaned closer, poking her in the cheek with his nose. “Need me to go win you a stuffie, honey bear?” he asked her in a fake overly sweet tone, knowing she would understand his joke. If there was a girl who was perfectly capable of winning her own toys, it was the pink-haired Southsider.
It was Ronnie’s sister who suddenly spoke up and told them to follow her. “Finally a good idea.” Maddox grinned. He reached down, grabbing Nessa under her knees as he pulled her up on his back. He was feeling playful and so far, this place was a bust, filled with stuffy people in expensive clothes and face expressions that Maddox wanted to punch them for. A few of them passed by the group and the blonde boy did not fail to notice the disgusted looks he and his friends got. “Later we should maybe go for a little chocolate egg hunt.” he grinned, looking at his fellows from the bad side of the city, referring to snatching a few wallets, watches and some other stuff. He held his gaze on Lily the longest, knowing who she was. He was rather wary of her, since he was aware of her reputation. But they all could have some fun together, right? “You in?” he asked her and tightened his grip on Nessa, carrying his lover to get their food.
He only put her down once they reached the round table and took a seat right by her side. “You brought us here, sweetness, so it means it’s your treat?” he asked Bianca, who jerked her head to him. “Haven’t you snatched enough wallets on your way here to pay for your meal?” she answered and Maddox laughed. “Well, look at that, she has claws after all.” he grinned and flashed a look at Vivi. “No offense, of course.” he told her, referring to the scratches on her face.
After fooling around for a bit, food talk returned MJ’s attention to the other three and apparently, the church girl had the idea where to go and get some chow. Though before they got there, another bump happened. However, this one brought a wide grin to MJ’s face. The mouthy redhead from Dom’s party and Deveraux himself. The firecracker and Anders got immediately in this verbal shootout and Madds just shook his head with a grin gracing his features. “Play nice, Ders.” he tapped his brother on the back and shot Vivi a wink. “Good to see you again. You owe me a jacket, love.” he told her, examining her face to see what her reaction would be. There was something extremely satisfying in poking Vivian Cellars and getting reactions out of her.
A hand wrapped around his neck and Maddox flinched, ready to defend himself against any Northsider scum who was trying to catch him off guard but a small laugh escaped his mouth when he noticed a flash of pink mane and a familiar voice drawled around his ear. “Well I’d never.” Maddox pretended being shocked as he looked at the pinkette and pressed his hand on his chest as if he was abhorred. “I might start celebrating May Day, dear Vanessa, once someone tells me what is even there to celebrate. Seriously, though, is this a real thing or just some stuff you, Northsiders, came up with to have a reason for a fair?” A mischievous smile was tugging on his lips as he teased the rich kids. His eyes found Nessa again and he leaned closer, poking her in the cheek with his nose. “Need me to go win you a stuffie, honey bear?” he asked her in a fake overly sweet tone, knowing she would understand his joke. If there was a girl who was perfectly capable of winning her own toys, it was the pink-haired Southsider.
It was Ronnie’s sister who suddenly spoke up and told them to follow her. “Finally a good idea.” Maddox grinned. He reached down, grabbing Nessa under her knees as he pulled her up on his back. He was feeling playful and so far, this place was a bust, filled with stuffy people in expensive clothes and face expressions that Maddox wanted to punch them for. A few of them passed by the group and the blonde boy did not fail to notice the disgusted looks he and his friends got. “Later we should maybe go for a little chocolate egg hunt.” he grinned, looking at his fellows from the bad side of the city, referring to snatching a few wallets, watches and some other stuff. He held his gaze on Lily the longest, knowing who she was. He was rather wary of her, since he was aware of her reputation. But they all could have some fun together, right? “You in?” he asked her and tightened his grip on Nessa, carrying his lover to get their food.
He only put her down once they reached the round table and took a seat right by her side. “You brought us here, sweetness, so it means it’s your treat?” he asked Bianca, who jerked her head to him. “Haven’t you snatched enough wallets on your way here to pay for your meal?” she answered and Maddox laughed. “Well, look at that, she has claws after all.” he grinned and flashed a look at Vivi. “No offense, of course.” he told her, referring to the scratches on her face.
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Liliana
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Wine Aunt
Dominic
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Vanessa Hill
For those who lived on the Southside, it was uncommon to have gone through life without any close calls. Run-ins with the law, the wrong crowd or death was an unfortunate, but given, side effect of living on the wrong side of the tracks in this town. Nessa had a hat trick when it came to these unwanted run-ins, so she didn't blame Maddox for flinching when she approached from behind. That's just how Southsiders were programmed- to fear the worst when getting caught unaware. The gang member recovered quickly though, and greeted the pinkette with a laugh. It was Nessa's turn to flinch though when she realized the group she and Lily had joined was the one from Dom's party. Blue eyes found the hacker's dark ones for a moment, as the Southside girls exchanged an uneasy glance, agreeing this felt like de ja vu.
Fortunately, MJ proved a reliable distraction, and quickly chased away Nessa's concerns when he poked her cheek with his nose. Need me to go win you a stuffie, honey bear? The pinkette's lips quirked into a grin as she gave the blonde man a little squeeze. "Save the stuffed animals for the kids Trouble, I'm still waiting for that convertible you promised me..." She replied teasingly. Well... half teasingly, as she recalled the beautiful cars they'd seen last week parked in front of Dom's house.
Ronnie's twin suggested they follow her to get food, and before Nessa could object so she and Lily could resume their hunt for a pretzel, MJ's hands had found their way around her legs as he picked her up onto his back. Vanessa laughed, holding onto Maddox's shoulders as they followed after Bia and the rest of the group. "This wasn't quite the ride from you I had in mind for today, but it's a nice warm up..." The pink-haired Southsider playfully whispered into Maddox's ear, before glancing around at the booths they passed. When MJ suggested they go chocolate egg hunting later, Nessa shot Lily a knowing glance, biting her lip to keep from smirking and giving away that the brunette had already done a little hunting of her own.
One person who apparently would not be joining in on the thieving was Bia, who had a sharp retort when MJ asked if she was buying. Haven't you snatched enough wallets on your way here to pay for your meal? If Bia hadn't been right, Nessa might have been offended by the assumption, but... Deciding to stay out of this little exchange, the pinkette just slid her lemonade over to her and took a sip through the straw as she glanced at the menu. A few people asked Bia what was good here, and Dom inquired if others were going to attend the May Pole ceremony, but Nessa didn't rejoin the conversation until Ders chimed in with And who the hell is gonna tell me what a maypole is? How do we celebrate a pole? Well, I mean, I know of a way but I don't think it'd be appropriate for a place like this.
Vanessa had to cover her mouth with the side of her hand to keep from spitting out her lemonade, and grinned deliciously once she'd managed to swallow. "Might not be appropriate, but I imagine your way would be a lot more fun..." She replied coyly, setting down her menu and propping an arm on the table. She'd decided on the gourmet pretzel bites, and if Lily didn't end up ordering the same for herself, then she'd share since her little detour to see Maddox had cost her friend her desired fair food. Glancing at the Northsiders, she waited to see what the May Pole celebration actually was. She'd never stuck around the festival long enough in past years to see the ceremony in question.
Fortunately, MJ proved a reliable distraction, and quickly chased away Nessa's concerns when he poked her cheek with his nose. Need me to go win you a stuffie, honey bear? The pinkette's lips quirked into a grin as she gave the blonde man a little squeeze. "Save the stuffed animals for the kids Trouble, I'm still waiting for that convertible you promised me..." She replied teasingly. Well... half teasingly, as she recalled the beautiful cars they'd seen last week parked in front of Dom's house.
Ronnie's twin suggested they follow her to get food, and before Nessa could object so she and Lily could resume their hunt for a pretzel, MJ's hands had found their way around her legs as he picked her up onto his back. Vanessa laughed, holding onto Maddox's shoulders as they followed after Bia and the rest of the group. "This wasn't quite the ride from you I had in mind for today, but it's a nice warm up..." The pink-haired Southsider playfully whispered into Maddox's ear, before glancing around at the booths they passed. When MJ suggested they go chocolate egg hunting later, Nessa shot Lily a knowing glance, biting her lip to keep from smirking and giving away that the brunette had already done a little hunting of her own.
One person who apparently would not be joining in on the thieving was Bia, who had a sharp retort when MJ asked if she was buying. Haven't you snatched enough wallets on your way here to pay for your meal? If Bia hadn't been right, Nessa might have been offended by the assumption, but... Deciding to stay out of this little exchange, the pinkette just slid her lemonade over to her and took a sip through the straw as she glanced at the menu. A few people asked Bia what was good here, and Dom inquired if others were going to attend the May Pole ceremony, but Nessa didn't rejoin the conversation until Ders chimed in with And who the hell is gonna tell me what a maypole is? How do we celebrate a pole? Well, I mean, I know of a way but I don't think it'd be appropriate for a place like this.
Vanessa had to cover her mouth with the side of her hand to keep from spitting out her lemonade, and grinned deliciously once she'd managed to swallow. "Might not be appropriate, but I imagine your way would be a lot more fun..." She replied coyly, setting down her menu and propping an arm on the table. She'd decided on the gourmet pretzel bites, and if Lily didn't end up ordering the same for herself, then she'd share since her little detour to see Maddox had cost her friend her desired fair food. Glancing at the Northsiders, she waited to see what the May Pole celebration actually was. She'd never stuck around the festival long enough in past years to see the ceremony in question.
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Maxim Drozdov
While the Russian man had been hoping to find a friend or two to hang out with at the festival, he hadn't quite expected to find a whole group. Particularly the group that had been the last people left at Dom's party. Rather than ponder the odds, or the potential danger, of this group's reunion, Max focussed his attention on the brunette Southsider who'd joined the group. While he didn't recall much of the details from last week's bash, he did recall that he liked Lily and walked over to her. She glanced up at him, offering a polite greeting. Max, good to see you again. A small pang of guilt tugged at Max, since she'd remembered his name when all he could think to call her was Kotik. Nonetheless, when the exchange student inquired as to whether she'd be joining them for lunch, he noticed Lily glance over at her friend. I guess I am. Maxim's gaze moved over to the pair of Southsiders that he knew the least, and was actually thankful for their presence since it meant Lily would stick around some more. At least MJ came in handy for something.
Bia mentioned that she could find them a great table, and started to lead the group to food. For a moment, Max glanced between the two brunettes as if conflicted, before falling into step beside Lily. He was just about to ask her how she'd been lately, when Maddox started talking about going on some kind of egg hunt. The euphemism went right over the Russian's head, but he noticed the gang member looking particularly at Lily after his comment, before asking if she was in. Max frowned a little, wanting to ask what they were talking about, but not wanting to look like an idiot. Or like he was prying.
The group arrived at the table that Bia procured, and Max was pleased to find himself seated between Bia and Lily. The lemonade that was served almost immediately was delicious, and Max drained half of it, before setting the glass down. Ders offered his praise, and the tall Russian nodded in agreement. "Yes, great choice B, I knew you would be the one to ask." He said, nudging her shoulder with his. "Though, this lemonade is missing something..." He added with a grin as he produced the flask of vodka he'd brought with him and added a splash when none of the booth workers were looking.
Dom asked if anyone was going to the Maypole Ceremony, which earned some questions from others, but Max nodded. "I planned to." He replied, not particularly knowing what the ceremony entailed here in America, but enjoying the May Day celebrations back in Russia. He glanced over at Vivi when she said she was going as well and smiled. "Good!" Though an instant later Max questioned if that really was good based on the expression on the redhead's face.
Turning to Ders when he mentioned he could go for a beer, Max tossed over his flask. "This is better than any of those craft beers Dom was serving at his party..." Max said with a grin, poking fun at his friend, though he truly did believe vodka was superior to all alcohols. For a few moments the Russian returned his attention to the menu while Anders went on about cat fights and getting along. He chuckled a little to himself over his pal's comment about celebrating a pole, before glancing over at Nessa when she responded, a little surprised by her boldness.
"I can't say for certain what the Maypole celebration is like here, but back home the ceremony involves a dance around the Maypole while holding onto ribbons. Everyone dances in a circle until all the ribbons are wound around the pole. It's usually to celebrate spring and rebirth..." Maxim said, trying to help Ders out. "Though... some people do interpret the pole as phallic symbol. So you aren't that far off, just in the wrong community" He added, grinning at Ders.
Bia mentioned that she could find them a great table, and started to lead the group to food. For a moment, Max glanced between the two brunettes as if conflicted, before falling into step beside Lily. He was just about to ask her how she'd been lately, when Maddox started talking about going on some kind of egg hunt. The euphemism went right over the Russian's head, but he noticed the gang member looking particularly at Lily after his comment, before asking if she was in. Max frowned a little, wanting to ask what they were talking about, but not wanting to look like an idiot. Or like he was prying.
The group arrived at the table that Bia procured, and Max was pleased to find himself seated between Bia and Lily. The lemonade that was served almost immediately was delicious, and Max drained half of it, before setting the glass down. Ders offered his praise, and the tall Russian nodded in agreement. "Yes, great choice B, I knew you would be the one to ask." He said, nudging her shoulder with his. "Though, this lemonade is missing something..." He added with a grin as he produced the flask of vodka he'd brought with him and added a splash when none of the booth workers were looking.
Dom asked if anyone was going to the Maypole Ceremony, which earned some questions from others, but Max nodded. "I planned to." He replied, not particularly knowing what the ceremony entailed here in America, but enjoying the May Day celebrations back in Russia. He glanced over at Vivi when she said she was going as well and smiled. "Good!" Though an instant later Max questioned if that really was good based on the expression on the redhead's face.
Turning to Ders when he mentioned he could go for a beer, Max tossed over his flask. "This is better than any of those craft beers Dom was serving at his party..." Max said with a grin, poking fun at his friend, though he truly did believe vodka was superior to all alcohols. For a few moments the Russian returned his attention to the menu while Anders went on about cat fights and getting along. He chuckled a little to himself over his pal's comment about celebrating a pole, before glancing over at Nessa when she responded, a little surprised by her boldness.
"I can't say for certain what the Maypole celebration is like here, but back home the ceremony involves a dance around the Maypole while holding onto ribbons. Everyone dances in a circle until all the ribbons are wound around the pole. It's usually to celebrate spring and rebirth..." Maxim said, trying to help Ders out. "Though... some people do interpret the pole as phallic symbol. So you aren't that far off, just in the wrong community" He added, grinning at Ders.
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code by low fidelity.
_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
code by low fidelity.
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Wine Aunt
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