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Elliott had been perusing the shelves when he sensed a presence nearby. The convenience store had been pretty much empty, and he hadn't expected to see anyone that piqued his interest. That's when he spotted a petite brunette in a little summer dress eyeing him from . He figured that he'd bite first - he could use a girl like her right now. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here?" Flirting was his game, and he rarely lost. He liked the chase, the adventure, the thrill it brought him. She seemed like she was down to play.

He picked up a bottle of juice at random before glancing back over at the girl. "Do you think this would go well with vodka?" he questioned, holding up the bottle so she could see it. He was planning on drinking his Bud Lights rather than the Tito's, but he wasn't just going to show up to the party without a mixer for his vodka. That was the number one party foul, and Ellliott was not about to break that rule.

What he was going to do, however, was play his cards right. Maybe this girl would be the perfect eye candy on his arm at the party. "Speaking of vodka, there's going to be plenty at this party I'm about to go to. Would you like to go?" He quirked an eyebrow, a smirk dancing on his lips. It was a proposition most girls couldn't turn down. He knew he was good-looking and charming. Most girls found him absolutely irresistible. Would this girl be one of them?





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Magnolia D.
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Maggie was sure this was it. This is what happiness felt like. At least for normal people. Hanging out with Spencer honestly was the closest she ever felt to what she imagined being a regular teenage girl might be like.

Just two friend hanging out having a good time stuffing their faces with junk food, and riding rides. No cruelty, no family issues, no friendship drama, no illegal substances, no overbearing external media pressure, no annoying paparazzi... nothing.

Honestly, its' why of all her friends hanging out with him was the most peaceful. Not necessarily relaxing or serein type, but that rare inner peace type deal. She didn't have to worry about bickering or betrayal with him. Or trying to play peacemaker because people are stubborn. She didn't need to stay high or intoxicated just to get through the day and not feel like she was drowning beneath the pressure. In fact since they started hanging out more, she started drinking less and less. Going to less wild parties, and blacking out just to wake up in random places.

Sure apparently she could find the "wrong crowd" no matter were she was, but finding someone like Spencer wasn't the plan. Someone who actually saw her for her. The only downside? All her friends (a.k.a. JJ & Ash) trying to convince her and push her to think it was something more then that. a pleasantly surprising friendship. He was a real friend to her. Someone who didn't buy into her image, or call her a whore every conversation, or only call her up to party or to help piss someone off. It was nice having a friend she didn't have to be 'THAT GIRL' with that the media and her family made her into.

Plus she'd just gotten out of a relationship and while it wouldn't be considered serious, since it only took a few month for them to realize sometimes opposites attract isn't enough (and let be real for as well as they get along spencer and Maggie are TOTAL opposites). She still cared about Mason even if her pride wouldn't let her show it which only was more proof she couldn't do a real relationship right now. Casual hooks ups and meaningless flings? Sure. Real feelings? No way. She couldn't risk fucking up this with something like that. She loved this just as it was far too much.

"Looks like you're in luck then." she chimed happily, "Are you gonna get anything? Any cravings?" she hummed curiously.

Maggie giggled as he bowed curtsying in turn because, why not? They could be as silly as they wanted here. No one was paying them any attention. She had to savor this since she was sure things would pick up again once her and Liv dropped their new song. Technically she's been out of the public eye since coming to Newcastle, but there were a lot more famous faces turning up now like the Sinclair's and even her friends Lucky and Dorian. Which meant people were bound to start noticing and snapping pictures and the paparazzi would soon follow.

"Hmm" She playfully tapped her cheek with her finger, "I don't know what fun would that be?" She teased. Though she would let him pick next because she picked this technically, so it was only fair. She busted out laughing before they went ahead and got on the ride.

Honestly Maggie wished days like this would never end. They laughed and joked going from ride to ride all day long. They eventually stop to finally cash in on that sweet treat he offered finally finding a stand that sold funnel cake. Finding a nice shady spot they say down to watch the sun start to set, "Honestly I think I've smiled so much my face hurts." She joked pretending to message her cheekbones.

Just as she was about to take her first bite her phone buzzed an a familiar name flashed across it. Of course it was her brother...reminding her about the engagement party. Of course her attendance waws going to mandatory despite not liking the bride or groom, but hey he was family and if this was the bitch he wanted to settle with who was she to stop him. Then an idea flickered in her mind, "Hey? Do you have any plans tomorrow night? A.K.A. can I drag you to my brothers' engagement party so I won't die of boredom?"
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"Don't wanna be an American Idiot!"

The drums of that classic intro just fed into how Hunter drove his dodge ram down the streets of Newcastle. Hunter was already an erratic driver. Played fast and loose with the traffic laws, going from lane to lane, zooming past cars. It didn’t matter how much they honked or raged at him, when it came to him vibing and thriving behind the wheel, Hunter Drake occasionally liked to enjoy himself.

So what if he didn’t always do it when he was sober. And part of him felt a little guilty about it. Whether it was smoking some weed he bought from Benji or drinking alcohol that he swiped from his stepmother’s stash (don’t even get him started on Viola and his annoying older stepsister), Hunter did feel guilty. Liv was one of his closest friends and she was struggling. Or had been struggling. He assumed she didn’t struggle anymore, but he felt guilty. That’s why he didn’t do it around her if he could help it.

But she wasn’t here. It was bad, but since she wasn’t in his truck with him, he didn’t have to hold back on his reliance on certain vices. Now whether or not he should do it in the first place, considering he was fucking driving and all, that was a different matter altogether.

The answer was simple: tonight Hunter felt like causing some mayhem. If that mayhem landed him in jail, then so be it, but ever since this morning and he heard both of his parents have some kind of fight (his name was brought up), Hunter was feeling a type of way.

“I’m not part of the redneck agenda!” He shouted, turning into the Gas station. Hunter had swerved a bit too fast, hitting the curb. If his truck wasn’t built for off-road, that would have been a serious problem. He barely even felt it. Without realizing it, Hunter was moments before creating the biggest mistake of his life. Someone was just five feet in front of him (in front of the pumps of the station) and Hunter hit the break so fast that he partially closed his eyes.

“Holy shit!” She cursed, letting out other curses that went mute under the ending of American Idiot. “That was so fucking close!” Hunter looked over the dash and saw some girl who looked like a deer in literal headlights as she stood no less than ten inches away form being Gas Station Roadkill.

He hopped out his truck so fucking fast and went to check up on her. “Shit I’m sorry. You almost ate pavement…” This was bad on so many levels. Hunter being a little buzzed and a little high, if he was being honest, and he almost committed vehicular manslaughter. And on a day where he just wanted to cause mayhem, but not fucking mansualughter. Not to mention, ya know, someone almost got hurt cause he couldn’t bother to slow down when he pulled into the gas station.

Looking at the girl, Hunter tried to gague if she was just that shaken up or if soemthing else was wrong with her. “You okay, though? You don’t seem hurt. You’re not hurt are you?”

Yeah, what a fucking night this is turning out to be, huh?





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Willow's stomach rumbled. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, slinging her jacket over her shoulders and pulling her sneakers on. She ventured out into the main house, where her half-brothers were playing video games in the living room. "Hey, Willow." the oldest of the boys, Dayton, greeted her without taking his eyes off of the screen. The younger of the two, Jamie, smashed the buttons on his remote frantically, paying no attention to his older half-sister. "Dad's out if you were looking for him."

"Nah, I'm not here for him. Got any good snacks, though?" was Willow's response as she started for the kitchen pantry. "Probably not, Mom hasn't gone grocery shopping yet." Dayton gave a shrug. Willow began rummaging through the shelves, finding nothing of interest in her search. Well, Dayton sure was right about the lack of groceries. She sighed dramatically as she made it back to the living room. "Hey, I'm gonna go to the gas station for some snacks if anyone asks." And with that, she was out the door, headed down the sidewalk to the nearby gas station. It was only a five minute walk just outside the suburb she lived in.

What should have been a quick one and done would turn into something more. As she walked in front of the gas pumps, all she could see was headlights as a truck barrelled towards her. "Well, shit." were her only words. It was fun while it lasted. She closed her eyes, bracing for impact. Then, nothing. Willow carefully opened her eyes, one after the other. She patted herself down, realizing that she hadn't been hit at all.

“Shit I’m sorry. You almost ate pavement…” Willow barely heard the guy as she reeled from the shock of nearly being hit and killed. "...What. The. Fuck." Now she was angry - no, she was pissed. Who was this guy, coming in here and almost running her down? “You okay, though? You don’t seem hurt. You’re not hurt are you?”

"Okay? Okay?! What the fuck were you thinking?" Willow was fuming. "No, I'm not hurt, you asshole!" She shoved him back, a fire raging in her eyes. She was really about to kick this guy's ass. Nobody got away with nearly mowing her down - nobody.







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lennox
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"No! No!" Lennox awoke with a start as their fist nearly hit the dog lounging against their hip. Thank god Buddha was just out of reach.

"Fucking nightmares again," Lennox grumbled as they sat up and swung their legs over the side of the bed. Moving toward them, their sweet pit-mix rescue nuzzled at their back for attention. Lennox sighed, eyes still closed, and said "All right, all right," as they began to pet Buddha. Then they suddenly attacked, wrapping their legs around Buddha and play-fighting to the death as the dog happily returned the attack.

Finally getting up, with Buddha following, Lennox checked their phone. Nothing, really. At least nothing from Zehra, who had haunted X's night, running away as Lennox fought all sorts of bad men and monsters to keep her safe. They shook their body and head as if to shake off the nightmares and Zehra thoughts.

"I gotta get to the gym," they said aloud. Buddha started to jump around excitedly. "Ok. First things first."


Coming back home from a walk, Lennox took off Buddha's leash and fed him breakfast. They picked up their gym bag, threw their gloves and a few things in it, ruffled the dog's head in goodbye, and headed out.

Lennox had mostly just been running, as they had not signed up for a gym membership since returning to Newcastle in May. But this morning they were especially tense, angry, and afraid from that nightmare that wouldn't stop popping images into their head. What they really needed was not a run. It was a fucking fight.

They had been past the local gym, Gym Hero, many times since they'd been back in town, but were not sure about joining. They weren't really looking forward to seeing the townies again and having to answer their questions about why they were back. But the gym was big, big enough that they might even have a ring. X decided to check.

They took the opportunity to jog there--riding their motorcycle to the gym seemed counterproductive--and when they got there, they slowed to a walk, wiped the sweat off their upper lip, and held the door open for a fit girl in leggings who smiled at them.

The smile not yet peeled off their lips, Lennox greeted the staff at the front desk cheerfully. They looked around--the gym had ample space and plenty of equipment. And in another room, not well-lit and hard to see...was that it?

"How can I help you?" said the staff member who was definitely not being payed enough for the big smile they must've been required to wear all day long. Jobs like these always demanded nothing but non-stop, overdone cheerfulness.

"Do your cheeks hurt by the end of the day?" Lennox was genuinely curious. The staff member looked very confused, somehow while still smiling. X shook their head and quickly changed the subject. "Do you happen to have a boxing ring?"

They signed up for a free day pass and headed in the direction the staff had directed them in. As they walked into the other room, they smiled as they saw the boxing ring. It had been too long, they thought. But...no one was there.

Lennox looked at their watch. "Fuck," they said more loudly than they'd hoped, having forgotten how early it was.

Then they realized there was someone on the other side of the ring. He looked like he was cleaning it. Determined to spar, Lennox walked toward him.
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Lucky DuBois




So…maybe he’d pushed this game too far. Maybe it was a momentary lapse in judgment. That this was something they could do. Just like old times. Ignore the fact that they were no longer together. That they’d been broken up for three months. Just…pretend. He definitely probably didn’t want to pretend, but obviously, this was for Ash, because she was going along with it and…look…he owed her one. It was always easy with them.

He’d gone sixteen years without a relationship. Sixteen fucking years. He didn’t want one. He never wanted one. And then the eternal ‘will they/won’t they’ happened. Couple hook-ups and then the Ash West company line “I don’t just do hook-ups”. Fucking lame. So yeah. He made it official or whatever. It wasn’t that big of a deal. He’d totally never do it again. But it was easy. They worked.

“Oh my—,” She smiled. His eyes narrowed at her smile. Why was she smiling? There is no reason she should—Was she laughing? She laughed. “That’s so funny, Lucky,” She never thought he was funny. Yeah, he was hilarious, but she never found it funny when he made deviant sexual references. And Ash…(and back me up Jasabelle, Soapalita and Her Bear)...Ash West, who will deny this until her last dying breath, was a terrible liar. Like awful. She can’t do it. “And, like, really, I can’t believe that you literally guessed exactly what I was thinking…”

He felt her hand slide up his chest to rest on his shoulder. Her movements closing the already short distance between them. A brief expression of confusion passed over his face before he realized. This was her usual game. She always played dirty. “And I bet you also totally guessed,” She was an evil, evil girl. Did she actually think this was going to work? He felt her lean up closer to him, his grip tightening on her waist as all the saliva just sort of evaporated from his mouth. He was thirsty, obviously. It’d been a long drive. His eyes followed her gaze. “Just how much I still want you, right?”

Evil. Pure. Evil. His eyes narrowed as she bit her bottom lip. Just one of the many things about her that drove him crazy, but that one she knew…and used against him way too frequently. But he was on guard. He knew. She was after one thing and one thing only. “That was sarcasm.” He felt her reach and he was fully prepared to continue this game for eternity, but he was too busy stifling a laugh as she took the lighter from his hand. That’s right. It was Lucky’s turn to laugh. And he was dying.

“I…" He took a brief moment to let out another huff of a laugh. "I don’t even care that you got the lighter.” He took a deep breath. “But how…" Another breath. "...how have you still not got a handle on the sarcasm thing.”





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Stella
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Why was she here again?

Oh yah Mercedes invited her to this party even though she was sure the girl didn't actually want her there.

Now Stella has had the sneaking suspicion from all their social media interactions that the girl doesn't like her. Scratch that she KNOWS the girl doesn't like her. So why did she invite her her to her birthday party, and play nice when called out on it? Who knows? Petty teenage girl fighting? Jealousy? Wanted a bit of star power here? Could be any number of reasons, and honestly Stella could care less about which it turned out to be.

If stella wasn't a celebrity and people actually LOOKED at her twitter she'd have called the girl out on her bs much more violently...but she was in recovery mode rep wise. It was bad enough her little mental break down got out to the public, and she is having to take a break from any big projects for a while stirring rumors. She didn't need a scandal with some rich little nobody to add to the tabloids. The girl honestly wasn't worth the extra effort.

Though she might have wound up here even without the petty invite since Jared was getting married. They weren't friends per say since she was sure he didn't actually do that sort of thing, but they ran in similar circles from time to time, and were pleasant in each others company. Jared wasn't the type of man you wanted to make an enemy of, and Stella had no intention of ruining her career or life.

Perk of being here? She was at least here with someone she considered a friend. Matty has proven to be a good friend to her on several occasions, and considering her previous luck with "friendships" she values such loyalty. She didn't anticipate spending the whole evening together or anything, but she did wanna talk for a bit with someone casually before moving about the room and doing what events like this were actually for. Networking.

Look just because she couldn't take a MAJOR project till graduation didn't mean she could still set up the groundwork for it once she could. She was a hustler and the grind never actually stops. That's how she made it as far as she has in this industry despite being so young. Well that and she wouldn't dare forget her talent and looks helping.

The only plus side of being sent here is that Landon and Dorian were both coming here. Not together, and she'd have to find a fine line to hang out with them separately. Because of course part of the drama was the fact they got into a huge fight. Perhaps one of them would make an appearance tonight too.

She turned to look at Matty, "So I'm curious, how long have you known the birthday girl?" She hummed curiously. Poor Matty was probably blissfully unaware of the tension between them, or the obvious crush the other girl had on him. Though she wondered if it'd even make a difference if he did.

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The evening air was cool as Reuben finished the last drag of his cigarette, flicking it into a nearby gutter.

He was stood against his service vehicle, waiting for the radio to confirm the end of his shift. It had been a long, slow day. It had peaked with a shoplifter putting up a fight on his way out of Walmart, but even he was quickly subdued. It wasn’t the usual dramatics Reuben enjoyed. Nobody had the fight in them anymore. They just rolled over, let the handcuffs get slapped on, and went about their way to the station. Gone were the days of some half decent entertainment. It pissed Reuben off.

He looked down at his phone, the light illuminating his face. The usual bar-hoppers and party-goers passed in their rabbles, heading to start their nights off downtown. He could finish up and do the same; see what some of the guys were up to, head to the bar and grab a beer. Tonight he didn’t feel much like socialising. He had come up against some business trouble with his usual side-gig. He was hyper-aware of the brick of coke sat underneath the passenger seat of his service vehicle, and knew he’d unburden himself by getting it home.

But first, he had a different invitation.

Reuben was fond of Tabitha. Not, like, seriously fond - he had a slight soft spot. He admired the hard exterior she’d developed to deal with the shit life inevitably spewed. Few had the same resilience, and fewer kept their dignity.

Her family were assholes, and though he knew she didn’t appreciate any intrusive forms of protectiveness, he did somewhat take it upon himself to keep one eye open on her behalf. It didn’t hurt just be sure she was alright.

His shift was up, and he headed over to her regular haunt. He could predict the scene; a gang of weird-ass, spooky looking teenagers ogling over some dusty books and crystals while Tabitha lingered on the shop front, a cigarette dangling loosely from her fingers.

And, what do you know?

He flicked the siren of his car on and off, rolling down his window and pulling up to the curb.

“Hey,” he shouted coolly from the car, one hand still on the wheel. “Getting in, or what?”





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All Justin could really do at Amy's first remark was let out a soft chuckle, a grin on his face as he just shook his head. However, her next question caused the smile on his face to face. Only momentarily, of course, until he forced the smile to return to his face.

She really couldn't get any worse than her exes -- but sue him, because Justin didn't trust the fucker as far as he could throw 'em. Sure, he'd never really met George, but... well, don't judge him, okay? It was fine if he was a little put off by this dude and his intentions.

He knew he'd need to tread carefully, which was exactly what Justin did as he began to speak.

"I think..." he started slowly, "that he'd be... really stupid to not like you. He's probably got a huge crush on you, but," Justin hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out how to voice his worries in such a way that it wouldn't upset Amy, or... keep her from trying shit with this George fella if she felt so inclined. "I just... I'd be careful, you know? Nerds can be assholes, too." He pointed out.

Yep, that was the best way that Justin could find to word his warning.

As he took a sip of his juice, Amy spoke again about Mercedes, and he just scoffed in return.

"Nah, we talked it over, she's cool," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, followed by another chuckle at her worries. "Why the hell would she hate you, though? You've never done anything to her, although..." Justin shrugged. "She's definitely the jealous type. Bet she thinks you're the reason we broke up?" He asked, with a raise of an eyebrow and a light-hearted grin on his face.




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Ashton West


She'd won.

Ash had won.

With a triumphant smile on her face, she pulled away from Lucky, the lighter held tightly in her grasp. Before he could make some stupid grab for it again, she slipped it into her back pocket.

She'd fucking won.

... So why didn't she feel something?

Her teeth bit into her bottom lip, her hands coming to rest on the bottom of the jean jacket. Fingers played with the fabric, all while Lucky laughed. There was a simple roll of her eyes, followed by a darkened look once he'd actually started speaking.

"I don’t even care that you got the lighter.” He said. “But how... how have you still not got a handle on the sarcasm thing.”

"Oh fuck off," Ash huffed. Her arms now came up to cross over her chest. "I get sarcasm. It's the opposite of what you mean. It's sarcasm because I don't want you, duh." Clearly, the blonde had retaken her stance in how she felt about the jackass in front of her.

Cheating asshole.

Any nostalgia that had softened her words and movements before thanks to how their little interactions had... vaguely reminded her of back when they actually liked each other had dissipated, and the bitter taste in her mouth when she laid eyes on him had once again returned. Her gaze, previously filled with some hint of confusion, had now just returned to a pure look of disdain.

"If I actually wanted you, then you're right, it wouldn't be sarcasm," she continued, "but I don't."

Pathetic loser.

Her previous words had wavered briefly somewhere in the middle, perhaps with the implication that there was still some doubt inside that she was totally done with the boy before her, or perhaps simply because facing one's ex was a very difficult experience. Particularly when said ex had been one of your closest friends prior to become the lying, cheating, pathetic asshole that cheated on you.

"Sarcasm is basically just lying but with a tone, which you should totally understand since you were so good at lying about loving me after you cheated."

At first, Ash's words hung heavy in the air. They'd come out before she could fully understand what she'd said, but now that they were out there... she didn't really know what else to say. Her lips started to part with something, her gaze faltering from Lucky's face to fall to the floor.

She gave a small shake of her head.

"I... I've gotta go burn this before I leave, or hide it, because I am not taking it to the studio with me."

With her pointless goal now set back in her sights, Ash turned on her heel and started out of the kitchen.




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Amethyst J.
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At first Amy was kinda worried about his slight hesitation to answer her question. What if he knew something she didn't about him? BJ was for sure more outgoing then her, so maybe he'd heard something from someone like maybe him already talking to someone or something.

She wouldn't be mad if that was the case since it's not like she was close to the guy enough to know who he hangs out with or talks to in that way. Also it's not like she was some super hot girl that a lot of people liked in that way. Sure a lot of people thought she was nice and sweet, and liked her personality, but that didn't always equal 'datable' you know? This wasn't a fact she usually let get her down or anything, but it was a fact.

However Justin's response surprised her a bit. She wasn't really sure why since it was just a friendly warning which wasn't out of the ordinary.

He was always gentle with her feelings, but still made sure to always look out for her. It's why she considered him her best friend after all. He never made her feel like she couldn't do something, or like she was undesirable. Sure he might tease from time to time about her not being 'hot', but times like this he also probably gave her more credit then she deserved.

"Thanks. You're right." She admitted. She sometimes forgot to consider that not everyone had her or his same heart. That even 'nice guys' could be dicks. Mind you she felt like it was less likely then going after the bad boys she tended to fall for, but unlikely wasn't impossible.

"I'll keep it in mind, but really I'm not interested in doing anything like that right now even if he was cute." She added with a shrug. She wasn't about to pursue anything right now anyways, but it felt good knowing even is she did. He had her back. Junior year was starting and it would be important she stayed focused.

It took everything in her not to roll her eyes at his next comment so she settled for a side eye, "Uh-huh if you say so." She gave him a look before sipping on her drink, in return to him saying they'd talked about it. Since you know he also had thought things ended well...and yet his sister was the one with the real invite here.

"See!?" She pointed out, "But honestly I don't know why she'd think that. I feel like by now people would just know, you know?" She'd been friends with BJ for 3 years now. If anything was going to happen don't people think it would have by now? People were weird.

"I don't think any girl you'd be interested in has anything to worry about from me. I should just get a name tag that says 'not his gf' " She giggled jokingly while gesturing to where on her chest she'd place it.
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In the mile of hot, burning crap that was this siutation that Hunter didnt intend to land himself in and the ire that he saw in this girl, his almost-murder victim, Hunter found a silverlining. She didn't seem hurt. Maybe from a pride standpoint and that definitely was a whole matter altogether, separate from this craptastic one he created. But she wasn't hurt.

Or injured. Just pissed beyond any reasonable point.

It's not like Hunter blamed her. If some idiot had came in speeding, hitting the curb while he was at it, and almost ran him down, he'd be pretty pissed off himself. So he didn't blame her. It was a shitty situation for both victim and the idiot who didn't slow down when he pulled into the gas station. What made matters worse for Hunter was the fact that he had done so whilst a little high and had a solid buzz going on.

Butttt she didn't need to know that!

"Okay? Okay!? What the fuck were you thinking?!"

Clearly nothing. Hunter hated public comotions, but he owed her some kind of explanation that was past 'are you okay/I'm sorry.' So whatever he was going to say to her, he had to do it fast! "Apparently I wasn't" was all that Hunter could muster. What could he say? 'Sorry, I didn't see you because I'm pretty baked right now' - as if that would go over well.

But he had to think of something more.

Looking at the girl, Hunter didn't recognize her. She was cute, though. At least, that's where his mind went in the moment. Probably not very appropriate given the situation. "Look, I stopped just in time. It ain't much of an apology, but you're alive, aren't you?" Hunter knew that would only make matters worse. "I came into this gas station cause, well how the fuck was I supposed to know there'd be some random person in the middle of the entrance." Do better Hunter. C'mon, you got it in you. "Okay, I'm sorry for almost killing you. And I'm not sure if this will make up for almost ending your life, but I got a joint in my truck. Also about half a bottle of my dad's whiskey." When in doubt, offer drugs and alcohol instead of making amends. Nice!





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“Do you hear me?”

She hesitated to reply, his grip tightened ever-so-slightly and Liv’s lips twitched in pain, mustering up a nod instead of saying anything. A flash of moment caught her attention and her heart dropped to her stomach. She wasn’t sure how much Dalton had seen or heard– but Liv wouldn’t want him getting the wrong idea.

The idea that–

“Hey. Back off.” Dalton said, his hand latched onto Liam’s wrist and his expression turned sour, glancing over at Liv and away. “Hey buddy, this is a private area, you can’t just come waltzing in here like–”

“Dalton, it’s oka–”

“ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh, fuck! You’re gonna break it!”

“What? Can’t take what you’re dishing out onto a young girl? Why don’t you let go first?” Her gaze bounced from Dalton to Liam continuously, swallowing when he released his grip on her, rubbing her wrist with her opposite hand.

Liam continued to whine in pain and Liv looked away, avoiding his stare that felt like it was burning holes into her. “It’s fine, just let him go.” She muttered under her breath.

“Why? You didn’t let go when she was in pain, why should I?”

“Come on, dude! My hand!”

“Dalton!” Liv exclaimed and he released his grip on him, telling him to get lost and Liam had given Liv a last glare before leaving the room. That pit of nervousness returned and she knew that while Dalton was only trying to help, he’d made things so much worse.

This was going to lead to a conversation about how Dalton was some… violent, psychopath who shouldn’t be around her, how he must’ve got the wrong idea and how Liv needed to fix it and stay away from him someway, somehow.

He was–

Dalton turned around and almost bumped into Liv, looking up at him and dropping the wrist that she was absentmindedly rubbing. “It’s not…” She didn’t know what to say, Liv didn’t really have anything to say.

Thank you, she should say thank you.

Deflectdeflectdeflectdeflect.

“We were just talking. A song got leaked.” Her gaze fell to the floor, returning back to him and clearing her throat, creating some space between them to grab her bottle of water on the side table, untwisting the cap and taking a long swig while she racked her brain.

“Um, what are you doing here? Are you here to see Ash?”

Dalton and Ash had some sort of… something going on. They weren’t dating. No matter how many times Liv asked her blonde bestie if she was interested in Dalton seriously but she was only interested in the one thing he was offering.

“She’s recording with Maggie…”

Was Liam right? Did Maggie release the song without talking to her? It didn’t really sound like something she’d do, but who else would?

“I could take you there!” Desperate to focus on a different subject and avoid any and all questions from Dalton, Livanna said the first thing that came to mind.

Sorry, Ash.

But back to the leak…

She supposed there was Carmen. But Carmen wouldn’t do that, would she?

Divinity had signed Carmen on a few months after Livanna’s OD, in desperate need for good press, the “quartet” of girls welcomed a new artist.

She wasn’t too sure how to feel about her. Liv didn’t feel threatened or anything by welcoming someone new onto the label, hence why she believed— and was excited for Lucky to join.

They needed a new voice.

A different one.

And despite Ash’s relationship with him, he had talent and Liv didn’t want to see that go to waste.

The only problem was—

Her phone buzzed from her pocket, reading the newest message.
security’s on their way to escort him out

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Liam.

Who had gotten assigned to Carmen and the last thing Liv wanted was for her to— she needed a different label.

While Liv was keeping a close eye on Carmen, she was silently praying that the girl would void her contract in some way and get cut.

As horrible as that sounded… Believe it or not, Liv just wanted what was best for her.

And Divinity Records was not the best.

“On one condition,” Liv started, a wide smile onto her face, quick to return to her bouncy-happy-go-lucky attitude.

Though, it was clear by the absent-minded massaging of her wrist that it was a façade. The brunette stepped on top of the couch and hopped onto his back.

(Full spider-monkey.)

“Unblock me,” You thought the piggy-back ride was the condition? Oh, no, no, no. This was implied. Make like an actor and between the lines!

(Or don’t, she doesn’t make much sense.)

“Do it while we— I mean you walk, come on, come on.” The sooner security escorted Dalton out, the sooner Liv would have that talk.

And spoiler alert: she didn’t wanna have that talk. She’d much rather conversate with one of her favorite people.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck to prevent her from falling and Liv craned her head to glance over at him as she spoke, her long hair falling onto his shoulder.

“I think I’m gonna have to stop calling you Daddy Dalton, my future boyfriend is gonna hate that.”
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Liv had started talking, rambling, something about a song and a leak, explaining away whatever it was he had witnessed, Dalton didn’t care. He was ready to waltz right out there and leave Liv exactly where he found her to resume his hunt for Ash when speak of the devil, she mentioned her. He looked down at her and cocked an eyebrow, as she started spilling information that was actually of interest.

“She’s recording with Maggie…” Ah. Sir stick in the mud’s sister. Speaking of stick in the mud, the engagement party was tonight. Or tomorrow? He couldn’t quite remember. The fact that he even remembered there was an engagement party to be had was solely because Valerie Flores hadn’t been able to shut up about it and her insistence that he be there, god knows for what reason. Probably to just prove to him that her ‘relationship’ with Jared Darrington was completely ‘real’. Frankly he didn’t understand why she cared about his opinion or that of anyone else. Rich people and their obsession with images.

“I could take you there!”

Now they were talking. Dalton was more than happy to track Ash down himself, but he wasn’t going to decline any assistance… even if that assistance came from Livanna Moore…

“Fine. No detours.”

His eyes flicked to her wrist, then away. No he wasn’t concerned or being soft, it was just hard to fucking ignore when she kept rubbing at it with her other hand, and now she was smiling as if that whole episode hadn’t just happened. He didn’t give a damn but fuck girls were nuts. And now he was starting to wonder what idiocy had overcome him to get involved in the first fucking place. Trying to act like some fucking hero never ended well and he had enough shit to deal with already, in no small part thanks to the lunatic in front of him, and her lunatic friend she was going to lead him to.

“On one condition,”

Fuck he hated this. Dalton let out an annoyed huff. Just bear with it, find Ash and then get rid of them both, it was just one fucking –

Dalton made the mistake of taking his eyes of Livanna. Of not paying attention to what the girl was doing and now, he was paying dearly for that mistake.

“Get off my back –”

“Unblock me,”

Fuck. If he wasn’t in a rush to find the little blonde devil, he would have tossed Livanna Moore right off his back, but instead here he was, having to put up with her nonsense and listen to her request like a fucking dog. Ashton West was so fucking dead when he found her.

Livanna was surprisingly eager for him to get a move on, perhaps she just wanted to be as far away as possible from the room where he found her so she could continue pretending like everything was roses and sunshine and a creep hadn’t just harassed for whatever dumb fucking reason about a song leak or something, he didn’t fucking care. The sooner he found Ash, the better, so he was already on it.

With a begrudging hand, he pulled out his phone and unblocked her as he made his way down the hall, his other hand helping to support Livanna, not because he cared about her safety or keeping her from falling, but because it was otherwise fucking uncomfortable. For him.

“There. Unblocked. Now which way?”

He pointedly ignored her comment about her ridiculous nickname and the annoyance that she was only considering stopping because her future boyfriend would hate it but at this point, he didn’t care. Whatever got her to stop fucking calling him that, he’d fucking take it. He’d put up with enough shit from Livanna Moore to test a damn Saint. The only reason he wasn’t ripping into her a new one for it was because he had bigger fish to fry.

Speaking of bigger fish... Dalton opened up his messages, thumbing his way to his chat with Evelyn Sinclaire as he listened to Livanna, specifically her instructions. He was making a point to try and ignore any of the rubbish she was spouting as she usually did.

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The conversation that ensued pretty much encapsulated the relationship between him and Sinclaire. Of course it diverted from the original topic of Sinclaire coming to pick up Livanna to repeated mentions of dissections, obsessions, insults, driving each other up the wall insane, her saying one thing and then turning back around and trying to take it back when it backfired on her. He was just glad he had a fucking privacy screen that could keep prying eyes like those of the girl on his back out. As long as he accomplished his objective at the end of the day which was to get rid of Livanna as soon as he found Ash. They’d turn down a couple of corridors by this point so they had better be nearing wherever Ash was supposed to be because if Livanna told him now that she’d made a mistake in her directions or forgotten the way? He was going to be pissed. And that was putting it lightly.





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Willow's anger slowly dissipated. It was more of a pride thing than anything - she would have rather been mowed down than stand here, right now, having this conversation. As the stranger began to apologize, her defense weakened. He could've been a total ass and blamed it all on her instead, but he hadn't. Deep down, she was grateful for that.

"Look, I stopped just in time. It ain't much of an apology, but you're alive, aren't you?" The guy wasn't that articulate or anything, but Willow wasn't going to be either with her own response. She opened her mouth to speak, but the stranger beat her to it. "I came into this gas station cause, well how the fuck was I supposed to know there'd be some random person in the middle of the entrance." There was a pause before he continued. "Okay, I'm sorry for almost killing you. And I'm not sure if this will make up for almost ending your life, but I got a joint in my truck. Also about half a bottle of my dad's whiskey."

If Willow was still pissed about this, she wasn't anymore. Whiskey and weed? It was like Christmas morning for her. Her eyes lit up. "Where to?" She made her way over to the passenger side of his truck, hopping inside. "You could've started with that, you know." Who wouldn't turn down alcohol and drugs? Not Willow, that was for sure. This was going to be a wild ride, but she was down for it.






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Caitlin had ventured up the fire escape of her apartment, ending up on the rooftop. She needed some fresh air - it was so stuffy with all of Elliott's sports memorabilia clogging up the main living space. She didn't know why he felt the need to blow half of his paycheck on all of the various jerseys and signed baseballs he had accumulated over the years, but she wasn't going to fight him on it. A screaming match wasn't in her schedule today.

She adjusted her baseball cap on her head as she made her way over to the railing, gazing out at the setting sun over Newcastle. It was a masterpiece in her eyes. After a few moments of reflection, she carefully slid down to a sitting position, leaning back against the bricks keeping her between her and the open air behind her. Caitlin closed her eyes with a soft sigh, daydreaming about getting the hell out of town in a fast car.

It was a brief daydream, but it was hers, and she loved every second of it. She opened her eyes, feeling around in her sweatpants pockets for her trusty pack of Marlboro Reds and a lighter. Upon realizing that she had no lighter, she gave a quiet groan. Maybe it was better that she didn't smoke - she had been trying to quit, but living with Elliott, who was a smoker, hadn't helped one bit.

There was nothing else for her to do but scroll endlessly through Instagram until she got so bored of being alone she went back downstairs. She had heard something about a party being thrown across town, but she didn't feel up to it. She'd stick out like a sore thumb. So, Caitlin sat, giving her thumb a workout as she viewed the latest posts from her friends and acquaintances.






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Tabitha took a long drag of the cancer stick between her lips, watching the cop car slowly approach. With the day she's had and the news her family dropped on her out of goddamn nowhere, a quick escape with Reuben would be more than welcome. She needed to be distracted and entertained, books and cigarettes would only take her so far.

There was a hint of a smile on her lips as she approached the car window, blowing smoke inside.

"Am I in trouble, officer?"

She put out the cigarrete on the floor, stepping on what was left of it and leaving it behind on the street before getting inside. Tabitha set down her tote bag, now filled to the brim with books (including the ones she'd gotten for Benji, the only other person in Newcastle who shared her passions), and glanced over at Reuben, blinking her hazel eyes.

"I've got some time to kill before I'm fashionably late to the party." Tabitha smiled, looking over at him, but she stopped herself from saying whatever flirty thing she was going to say, noticing something strange under the cop's car. Something that should not be in a cop car, point blank period.

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She'd won.

Ash had won.

But had she? Had she really?

Nope.

Look, they both knew she was never going to burn the jacket. Despite the tough girl act she liked to put on for audiences from time to time, Ash was a good person. She was one of the sweetest, nicest, prett— whatever. It wasn’t important. She wasn’t going to burn the jacket, okay? Lucky knew that. She knew it. This was just a trip down fucking memory lane and was going a little too well. A lot smoother than the first meeting post-breakup should go.

“Oh fuck off,” She huffed. Guess the trip was officially over. Ash’s once loose and playful demeanor turned to her more recent, colder stance. Arms crossed. Eye roll. Totally playing up the fact that she was completely and one hundred percent over him. “I get sarcasm. It’s the opposite of what you mean. It’s sarcasm because I don’t want you, duh.” His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed as he gave a nod of acknowledgement.

Bitch.

Back to square one. Not that he had any desire to rekindle their relationship—or friendship, for that matter. He’d tell himself it was because he didn’t care. He’d tell himself it was because he was over her and wanted nothing to do with her. He’d tell himself that not having Ash West in his life was the best thing that ever happened to him. The truth? The truth was a whole lot fucking sadder. Lucky didn’t do sad. It only complicated everything else—and he definitely didn’t do complicated.

It was a good thing. She’d started to look at him like she wanted to run him over with a moving truck again. Like the sight of him made her sick. “If I actually wanted you, then you’re right, it wouldn’t be sarcasm,” She was relentless. Message received loud and fucking clear. It was over.

“Noted.” Lucky was annoyed. He slid his hands in his pockets and attempted to look anywhere else but at her.

“But I don’t.” Did she hesitate? Come on. Why was the fucking universe so god damn cruel? Lucky’s gaze casually made its way back to her. “Sarcasm is basically just lying but with a tone, which you should totally understand since you were so good at lying about loving me after you cheated.” His eyes softened as the words left her mouth. He knew that she hadn’t entirely meant to say that out loud.

“Ash—” He said softly as he tried to catch her gaze before it fell. Fuck. Okay, so he didn’t think the plan all the way through. Sue him. The plan was ironclad. She breaks up with him. His brother stays out of CPS and she moves on with her life. He’d be miserable. He’d come to terms with the fact that he’d never find anyone worth giving a damn about again. That was par for the course. An inevitability that he’d never escape. He didn’t think—she’d be as broken as he was.

Ash gave a small shake of her head. “I—I’ve gotta go burn this before I leave, or hide it, because I’m not taking it to the studio with me.”

“Ash—“ He said, the volume slightly elevated from before, but still garnering the same reaction. Damn, she could be so stubborn. She turned to leave and you know how Lucky is known for making great decisions, right?

Lucky reached out and grabbed Ash’s hand to stop her and before she could fully turn around, he pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. His heart beat hard against his chest as he assumed she’d pull away, but instead felt her lips part and she deepened the kiss and backed her up against the wall.

The sound of the door slamming echoed through the entire house. He knew that whatever was happening was coming to an end. What was happening? "Ashton," Elise's voice bellowed through the house, her heels clacking against the stone floors of the house. "Ashton, we're leaving."

It took every ounce of strength to stop kissing her. To stop touching her. He rested his forehead against hers, slightly out of breath. The distant clack of Elise’s heels approached. He took a few steps back and straightened out his clothes, but his gaze remained on her.

Her wandering steps eventually brought her into the kitchen, her eyes narrowing as she set her gaze on Lucky. "You," she said, not even bothering to taint her lips with the sound of his name.

“Me.”

"You can head to Jace's room, where you'll be staying until moving out. Doors will be locked at night and we have cameras set up, so don't even think about sneaking around or trying to swipe stuff."

A small smirk formed on his face. He’d won. Not really. He had to share a room with Jace, but he wasn’t going to let that sully the moment of seeing Elise fucking West eat crow. She had no choice, but to allow him to stay in their home. She was stuck. “Thanks, Elise. Your hospitality knows no bounds.” He said as he walked past her. “Have a safe drive. Watch out for falling houses.” He said in an overthetop chipper voice.






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Being in Newcastle felt weird. Ty just couldn't help but feel as if he were a small fish in a big pond again. As he got into the Uber he had requested, he started thinking about how it would feel to see Landon again. That summer had come and gone in a flash of passion, a heat he'd likely never feel again. The Volvo XC90 slowly pulled off of the curb as Ty got lost in thought. He had been invited to a party that Landon was at, by Landon himself. All of those feelings he had felt a year ago had come back to the surface as soon as he had gotten that first "hey" text.

As the SUV ventured down the road, Ty absent-mindedly stared out of the window. He had finally gotten away from the queen of rom-coms, his mother Miranda, and yet, he still felt as if he were suffocating under her pressure - the pressure to succeed on his own. Ty was determined not to be a nepotism baby; no, if he was going to make it in the music industry, he was going to do it on his own. His mother didn't have to help him get a record deal. He was going to earn it, rather than buy it. Everyone expected him to, of course. Who wouldn't if you had a mother as influential as Miranda Harris-Crosby?

He had been meme'd to death as a chubby pre-teen on the reality nightmare that was The Crosby's. He had been acting alongside his mother for even longer than that. Now, it was his time to shine, all alone. With his voice of satin and his tricky guitar skills, Ty was only bound for success. That, and his handsome face too - he had grown out of his awkward phase a long time ago.

Ty startled out of his thoughts as he felt his Uber ride crawl to a stop. He was here, at the party. His heart pounded against his rib cage. In a few short moments, he'd be face to face with Landon again. Would he be able to handle it, or would he run away and hide? He hoped it would be the former of those two scenarios. Ty got out, tipping the driver before he started up the way to the doorstep. It was now or never.






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If Mason had a dick, Raven’s fist surely would’ve landed in his pissy face by now.

(Sorry, I had to.)

Her relationship with Mason was always a bit… different from normal friendships. Normally she wouldn’t have been close to someone with such temperamental issues– well, destructive temperamental issues, (which was a new development and i don’t know how to write how they’re still friends so, roleplay magic says they are.) besides, Mason replaced what he broke.

But that didn’t mean Raven didn’t lecture him for days on end about it. Ari around or not, it was only a matter of time before she witnessed something she shouldn’t have. Shit like that messes with a kid.

She’d know.

What Raven didn’t know is why Mason was here so early, did it have to do with her fight with him over Jade?

There was nothing more to say— Mason acted like he knew how to handle addicts, but he didn’t.

Even with Drake or his own mother— Mason responded in the way he knew best.

Anger.

“Where’s my fucking kid, Rivera.”

“Ey, Mason,” Raven clicked her tongue in obvious annoyance, taking a deep breath that she released through her nose.

“Or did you bring her around your bitch of a mother?”

“What? Was the sex that fucking bad? Todavía estás enojado incluso después de que te acostaron?” It’s like he was entirely wrong, Andrea wasn’t the best role-model, but Mason knew that her mother was staying with her, so despite their fight, she knew he had no real reason to be angry other than the fact that needed to take it out on her.

“Fucking watch it, Rivera.” She said with emphasis on his last name, almost in a mocking manner.

“I’m not in the mood for your shit. It was a long night.”

She heard footsteps from the inside of the apartment and she glanced through the window through the front door, expecting to see Jade but only catching sight of Ari stealing the remote back from Andrea.

“Jade’s inside,”

Raven didn’t let him speak before continuing, knowing that he’d whine about it.

“shut the fuck up, she got arrested last night.” Raven wasn’t about to blame him for the shit he said to her, she knew it led Jade to get shit-faced drunk enough to make the decisions she was so prone to making.

But pointing that out would only make Mason more antsy.

“I’m not gonna get into it,”

Good, I don’t wanna fucking hear it.

Raven was an expert on Mason at this point. She heard his reply before he had even asked– It was only when he asked what she’d done with Ari was when she hesitated.

“You weren’t answering your texts,” She didn’t trust her mother either, so she had to resort to– come to think of it, Raven didn’t really trust anyone besides Mason.

So she went to the second most dependable person she knew. “I left her with Maggie– It was only for an hour, it was either that or–”

Raven didn’t have the energy to fight with him. Mason’s way or the highway. In some ways he was more like Ari than he’d care to admit.

The brunette opened the front door halfway, “Ariana, go get your shoes, your dad’s here.”

“Is he coming too?”

She avoided answering her question, shutting the door once the kid started running around the house, looking for those… light up sketchers or whatever they were.

“I’m still taking her next week, right?” Raven asked, not wanting to break the promise she made to the three-year-old about cotton candy at the fair.

“Or are you gonna come four days before because you’re in a mood?”

She wasn’t going to tell him about the whole Jade situation. It wasn’t her business to tell him. And frankly, she didn’t want to be around for that conversation.
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Reuben pursed his lips as he looked down at the offending item. Shit.

Tabitha knew what Reuben’s business was. Their relationship was complicated, but honest. There were very few people he trusted to be in that position. She was clever, and able to hold her own when it came to difficult situations. It also helped that she was able to keep what shouldn’t be shared strictly to herself. This was slightly different – this wasn’t just information, or a little bit of background knowledge. There was Tabitha, and there, just below her, was a kilo of cocaine.

“Oh, that,” he said, leaning over her and nudging the white package back underneath the seat of the car. “You can just, uh, y’know. Ignore that.”

Reuben quietly put the car into drive, biting his lip with bated breath. He was sure to be chewed out over this. He understood why someone would feel uncomfortable with a kilo of coke less than a foot from them, though he was well assured that in this instance nothing would come of it. It hadn’t even been entered into evidence before it was firmly claimed by the stone face cop himself. No one, other than the two of them, even knew it existed.

He kept his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead, not knowing whether to change the conversation completely, or try give some more reassurance. He could reach across, place a hand on Tabitha’s thigh, shrug the whole thing off and just get on with it – risking a broken hand in the process.

“Yeahhh, sorry ‘bout that. Normally, I would’ve… uh, well, secured it a little more, at least. Don’t let it bother you, it’s just -” he hesitated, tongue between his teeth, “business. You know how it is.”





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"You could have just started with that, ya know?"

Was she for real?

Hunter didn't know was the more shocking bit: how quickly she seemed to forget about how she was inches from meeting whatever God or Devil she believed in or that all it took to forgive and forget was a little booze and weed. Whoever this girl was (that was another thing that was lapsing in Hunter's judgment: not introducing himself or getting her name), she sure had an interesting list of priorities and what was at the top of that list.

But hey! If that meant she wasn't mad anymore, then who was Hunter to linger on that? He apologized and she was cool with it (or at least he hoped she was).

"In my truck." Hunter motioned to his black 2020 Dodge Ram 1500. In the night, it was practically blending into the background. Had it not been for the lights from the gas station, there was no way Hunter would've even seen this girl. Yet another saving grace he would be sure to keep in mind the next time he decided to smoke, drink, and drive.

He didn't know if she had been following him as he walked back to his truck. Hunter opened the driver's side, hopping inside for a quick second as he reached into his glovebox. Both the half-empty bottle of not-so-cheap whiskey and a rolled up joint (one of two that Hunter got earlier). He hopped out, going towards the front of the truck. "Pick your poison." He chuckled as he placed the bottle and white joint on the hood of his truck, leaning against it, and looked at the girl. "By the way, the name's Hunter. Guess it's a little late for introductions, but my dad didn't raise a total asshole."





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Willow knew that taking alcohol and/or drugs from a total stranger was wrong. But, then again, she liked alcohol and/or drugs. She watched intently as the guy set everything down, setting it on the hood of his truck. "Pick your poison." he had told her as she carefully eyed her options. Willow extended her arm, gracefully lifting the half-empty bottle of top shelf whiskey up from the truck. She took a swig from the bottle, closing her eyes as that familiar bitter taste hit her throat.

"By the way, the name's Hunter. Guess it's a little late for introductions, but my dad didn't raise a total asshole." So she finally had a name for this stranger. "Hunter, huh? I think that suits you. Name's Willow, in case you wanted to know. Or in case you didn't, I don't really care either way." Willow gave a shrug, passing Hunter the bottle. "So, what do you do outside of nearly mowing girls down?" She leaned against the truck next to him, propping her elbows up. He was kind of cute, in that boy-next-door kind of way. If he played his cards right, Willow could end up in the backseat of his truck.

She reached for the blunt behind her, fumbling around in her jacket pocket for her trusty lighter. She rarely left home without it. With a flick of her lighter, the joint lit up, Willow taking a long drag from it. Of course, that led to a fit of coughing, but she quickly remedied that with a swallow of whiskey. "Why'd you come down to the gas station tonight? I mean, I probably wouldn't have been nearly run over if you hadn't come barreling through." Willow studied Hunter's face as she spoke. He was so unlike anyone else she had ever met.







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He was glad to hear it, to a degree. That she wasn't interested in doing anything with the dude, although Justin couldn't help but wonder exactly what she mean. Was she not interested only in dating, or was she also not interested in hookups?

'Cause if she did end up hooking up with the dude, and he did something that hurt her or something... well, it wasn't like Justin was going to roll out and go fight someone. But he would give a nice stern talking to the dude or something. He didn't really know -- he wasn't all that great at confrontation, which was kind of odd given just how overprotective he was. Justin was very all bark, no bite.

"That's fair -- don't wanna jump back in too quick, huh?" He asked, although it was more of a rhetorical question. Justin could understand that and for someone like Amy, waiting was probably for the best. She was... just way too freaking soft to be jumping around too much.

Justin, on the other hand, had rebounded from Mercedes straight to meeting Willa, although that didn't seem to be going super far. So he'd turned his attention to someone a little more fun, someone that could give him what he wanted right then and there. She was just... some chick that had kept him entertained before she'd headed back to wherever the hell she was from, and Justin found himself back to being single.

He chuckled at her idea for a little nametag, though.

"I dunno, I think it's kinda nice sometimes, ya know? Helps me scare off chicks I really don't wanna bother with." He explained with a lopsided grin.




mood
happy

location
wherever the party is at man

outfit
clothes





playing...
Somewhere in Neverland
by All Time Low​




mentions
Mercedes, Valerie

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Amy

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cinnamon girl



Tabitha Cohen













mood

Pissed off!











outfit

outfit











location

Cop car











interactions

Reuben @ dear.szmm dear.szmm











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tags here















"You cannot be serious right now." Tabitha felt a lot of pent up anger begging to resurface, and Reuben's sad attempt at hiding the drugs were doing her no favors.
"You're doing business with me in the car? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Tabitha groaned, rubbing at her temples, feeling yet another headache coming. She had them a lot, stress-induced, according to her doctor. It checked out, seeing as it felt like her head was about to explode at the current moment.

"Edgar just got home, and I have to deal with his fun little habit. Looking at this stuff is the last thing I needed." Tabitha sighed, glaring out the window as if the sidewalk was the reason for her anger.

"Honestly, Reuben..." She shook her head, still not looking at him "You do whatever you want, I don't care, but not around me. Who the fuck do you think I am?"



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