Realistic or Modern 𝒯𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 & 𝐻𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝑒𝓈

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Sean Trevor Callaghan

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his classroom

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Ashton

Nothing less than perfection...

Ash smiled at him.

It was an angry, fake smile that didn’t travel to her eyes, but it was a smile. Her soft, perfect, lipsticked lips curled upward, exposing her glittering, white, straight, perfect teeth; the corners of her mouth kissed her smile lines. Elegant, poised, pleasant. Beautiful.

“Thank you so much for your consideration, Trevor,” she said. Feck, the way she said his name—falsely warm, masking some sort of misplaced, deep-seated disdain for him; hot. “Sorry, Mr. Callaghan.” Shite, that was even hotter—Mr. Callaghan; he catalogued the sound of his name in her mouth again. “Thank you for your taking time out of your oh so busy schedule to meet with me about them again, and I promise, they will turn themselves around.”

It clicked what she was getting at, just as she stood from her seat. Shite, she couldn’t be leaving already. He unfolded his hands, and his fingers tensed around the pen; he grit his teeth again.

“If you don’t mind, I do need to go pick up my daughter, and I do hope this is our last time having to meet over such conditions,” Ash said, giving him another—shite—smile and smoothing her skirt. “And I’ll send the boys in to apologize.”

Jesus Christ, not the fecking hellspawn.

“Please, that won’t—“ He started, reaching out as though to catch her, though he would never actually try that, nor could he reach in the first place.

Ash stopped in her tracks, and Trevor’s brows furrowed.

And then he grinned slightly. She can’t bring herself to get away from me.

“Is something the matter?” he asked slowly, trying to reign in his grin.

Ash turned around again, her hair bouncing, her skirt slightly lifting, her face bearing her fecking beautiful smile. She was straight out of his dreams. “On second thought,” she said, and his heart rate quickened, “before I leave,” as she started toward him, “perhaps we should come up with some sort of…game plan? You know, to help the boys succeed—so this doesn’t continue to occur.”

Trevor smiled; damn, how smart of him to freshen his breath. “Oh, certainly.”

He played with the pen in his hands, tapping it against the chair a couple of beats, expecting Ash to find the seat again. When she didn’t immediately, he gestured to the chair. “Please, have a seat.”

He watched her movements carefully, then swallowed, looking around at his room. “Hm…well, let me think.” He glanced down at his calendar. Doctor’s appointment next Tuesday, chiropractic appointment after school next Wednesday…oh, yes, there it was. “Well,” and he looked back at Ash’s beautiful fecking face, “next Friday, at around this time, I’m doing a reading of selections from my upcoming poetry collection at the city library as a part of their teen poetry initiative. They could certainly attend that for extra credit.”

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Mason Lee Rivera

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Nickie

Just getting by

That's... all that this was about?

Part of Mason wanted to yell at her to grow the fuck up, another part of him wanted to slam his head against the doorframe, and the other other part of him wasn't even surprised. Nickie had always gotten hung up on the most simple of things.

"Guess I didn't see your text," he deadpanned. "Been busy."

What he'd been busy with -- or, rather, who -- was of no concern to the ex-wife before him. Listen... Mason and Nickie's relationship had been... well, it had never entirely felt as if it ended. Every time he tried to fully step away from her, some part of her dragged him right back in. It was ironic, almost, that adultery on Mason's end had been the demise of their marriage, and now Nickie was partaking in the exact same thing, her husband blissfully unaware for the last twelve years.

Yeah, 'cause there was one other person who had put her claws into Mason years and years ago, and Mason had never been able to fully escape. And the very bitch that had been the end to his and Nickie's marriage? Yeah, she'd stopped by for a visit, and was currently residing in the living room -- so yeah, you could say Mason was more eager than normal to get Nickie the hell out of his doorway before she came to see what was holding him up.

"Plus, can't Mick text me these days? She's got a phone. She's old enough." And Mason always answered his kids' texts, immediately, no matter what might've come up.

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  Zephyr Darren Ellis

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  He knew playing catch in the yard was cheesy, but cheesy is as cheesy... does?

  
  
  And Zeph saw Lin's car before he heard it roaring up into his driveway, but he pretended not to notice. Some part of him had hoped that his old friend would just keep on driving past, and leave their family alone. Because every time Lin showed up, he shook things up, and then he disappear and leave Tori and Zeph to clean things up -- to try and explain to Colby, to answer his questions about why his dad was the parental version of ding dong ditch.
  
  Did that make sense? He didn't really know anymore.
  
  He was all too aware of the car behind him, of Lin watching them, but he tried not to pay it any mind. Instead, he focused on the sport at hand, with a smile on his face, as he continued to play catch with his son.
  
  Until Lin, as he always had to do, shoved his way and tried to make a fucking ass of himself.
  
  Sorry, not try, but succeeded.
  
  He stumbled backwards, but Zeph didn't fall to the ground. Instead, he straightened up, dark eyes narrowed as Lin tackled his son in a hug. Plastering a very fake grin on his face, Zeph made his way over to the pair.
  
  "Great catch, Lindsay," Zeph said, patting the guy on the back -- rather roughly -- with his free hand. At some point, Zeph had forgotten how scared he'd used to be of others -- because here he was, standing several inches taller than Lin, and by this day and age, even after his, well, age, he felt as if he could take someone in a fight. Or perhaps it was just some kind of fatherly, overly protective instinct that would kick in when his son's asshole bio father showed his ugly face.
  
  "Can I ask what you're doing here?"
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Colby Major Kay

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Colby was grinning all wild like as Lin caught the ball.

  He cackled, watching as Lin came over to him, and then tackled him in a hug. Colby laughed, dropping the baseball mitt to the ground, and wrapped his arms around his dad in a tight hug.
  
  "I didn't know you were coming to town," Colby said. "What're you here for? Business?"
  
  Yeah, it didn't occur to Colby that his father would've come just to see him. In his mind, Colby had to of been... some kind of afterthought for Lin. That's just how it kind of always rolled, you know?
  
  He was fine with that, though. Didn't bother him... that much. Sometimes.
  
  As Zeph made his way over, Colby grew a little uncomfortable. Not because of his stepdad, or his dad, but because the two of them together almost always ended in fire. He couldn't believe that they'd ever been friends, and he was convinced that the old pictures of the two of them together had to be photoshopped. 'Cause how could you go from caring about someone like that to hating their very guts?
  
  See, Colby knew that would never happen with him and Axel. If they had been friends, it must've been pretty fake.
  
  He let out a kind of... uncomfortable laugh at Zeph's questions, his eyes darting between the two opposing father figures in his life.
  
  And all he could think of, as he did so, was that screenshot from The Simpsons of Ralph Wiggums chuckling and saying "I'm in danger." 'Cause ya know, that's how he felt right now, if he was being real truthful.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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MICHAEL DEXTER REID

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the shithole

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margot

if i could, i would feel nothing.

“Why can’t you take her?”

Michael had asked, because some people like the bitch he called his wife failed to understand that he was a working man and that he had things that he wanted to do after work that he wanted to do—better things than being tethered to his teenaged daughter like some dog on a leash while he was subjected to the psychological torment of having a conversation with his damn teenaged daughter and hanging out with his damn teenaged daughter and having to go where his damn teenaged daughter wanted him to. Unlike Logan, who, what, sat in some office all day doing paperwork and getting coffees and trying to look hot or whatever she did, Mike had to do work that, you know, actually was work—manual labor—because, as manager to the second largest gas station in the city, the burden fell on his back to do everyone else’s fucking job, apparently, and all he wanted to do at the end of a long week was come home, drop down on the couch, drain some beers, and then go piss the night away with Nate at some dive bar that reeked of testosterone, sweat, and broken dreams. But she didn’t understand that—said that she had something to do, like she ever had something to actually do, and told him that it was his responsibility to lug the little kid around.

“Fine,” he’d finally grunted, and he’d gone to their bedroom and thrown his greasy uniform into the same wad in the corner of his room that he always did. Eventually, after a several minutes of angrily tugging on and frustratedly whipping off countless pairs of pants until he found ones that hugged his ass just right and several more minutes of tugging on and whipping off countless shirts until he found one that made him look like he maybe didn’t have a body that screamed on dad bod, Mike made himself look vaguely presentable. He’d slathered a bit of hair gel on a fine-toothed comb, run it through his hair, and sprayed himself with cologne that the old woman would probably have to make some fucking comment about if she were going to be around. So what, he dressed and tried to smell like a man twenty years younger—it was fucking hot, and other women? They recognized the fact that he was a fucking hunk.

God, he could seriously go for a drink right now, but fucking responsibility or whatever she wanted to call it took some sort of precedence because…because why? Since when?

What the hell.

Mike’s hole-ridden socks padded on the trailer’s carpeted hallway as he made his way to his daughter’s bedroom door. Gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes, Mike put his hands on his hips and reluctantly called, “Margot! Dad says it’s time to go. C’mon.”

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NICOLA AVA WOODS

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mason's

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no one...yet ; )

i know you want me.

“Busy?”

Nickie echoed, her brows knitting. Bullshit he was busy. Her voice was still coming across weaker than she intended it to. “You were busy doing what for two fucking days that you couldn’t respond with, like, two words to my text?”

But you can respond to my messages at eleven at night when you want to—

“Plus, can’t Mick text me these days?” Mason asked. “She’s got a phone. She’s old enough.”

Nickie’s brows twitched. “Uhm, I’m her mother, Mason? She’s my responsibility?” Plus, when she asked Mick to actually, well, get anything important done, it never got done, so, unless Mason would never like to see his fucking daughter again, it would always be Nickie’s responsibility to do the texting about the whens. “She’s grounded right now, anyway, so, like.”

What was she rambling about? Was she going to have another knock-down drag out on the porch? While Mason might think that she was chomping at the bit for an opportunity to tear into him (asshole), she was over it right now. Nickie shook her head, unconsciously uncrossing her arms from her belly to poise her hands on her hip. “That’s not what I wanted to, like…talk about anyway,” she said, but then she had to add, “I mean, yeah, what the fuck, why did you leave me on read, bullshit you didn’t see it, but also—look, I was just going to, like…”

She shook her head again. Nickie, you’re over it. She swallowed, and then spoke in a matter-of-fact voice, “Okay, so I know that, like, our agreement, like, is that you get Mick every other, you know, weekend, but, look, Nate and I are going to the reunion tomorrow, okay?” She gave him a once-over, and then rolled her eyes. “Like, you’re probably not even going to the reunion since you’re, like…a hermit or whatever, but, like…I need her. That’s, like…I mean, like…I need Mick tomorrow night.” Her brows knit upward, and she pouted slightly, subtly trying to do a little bit of a puppy eye thing. “Just for tomorrow night. ‘Cuz, like…my boys need her around, you know. Just for tomorrow night. And I’ll bring her back after it’s over and, like, you’ll have her for the rest of the time like normal.”

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LINDSAY AUSTEN KAY

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COLBY (and also whatshisface or whatever)

rebel just for kicks.

Lin laughed at Colby and broke apart from the hug,

though he kept his arm around his son’s shoulder. “It’s been awhile, buddo!” Lin said, grinning, not even realizing he’d ignored Colby’s question. “Lookin’ fuckin’ sharp.”

“Great catch, Lindsay,” came the voice of Guywhowasn’tworthasinglesecondofLin’stime, and Lin felt a few rough pats on his back. Lin’s shoulder jerked forward, and he stepped back, gritting his teeth.

He paused a moment, having to genuinely stop his body from its knee-jerk reaction. Lin would say that the guy had balls, patting him on the back like that, since Lin would usually just fucking knock a guy’s lights out for something like that, but there was no way that the dude had any fucking balls whatsoever, so the other option was that the jackwad was an idiot—which checked out.

Instead, Lin smiled tightly up at the punk ass bitch in front of him.

“Can I ask what you’re doing here?” guy asked.

Lin’s smile tightened. “I could ask you the same thing, couldn’t I,” he responded, and then he paused, still having to will himself not to do what he wanted to do to him.

He pictured the guy’s face spurting bright red blood, like that one time in high school when he’d faceplanted on the concrete—except this time, it’d be from Lin’s fist, and it would feel so much fucking better to stand over him and watch him bleed for getting away with all of the shit that he thought he’d gotten away with.

Instead, Lin turned to face Colby, his face breaking out into a much more genuine grin. He slung his arm around Colby’s shoulder again, patting his shoulder. “I’m here to see my son,” Lin said chipperly, his eyes focused squarely on Colby, not looking at the dude in front of him. He rapped his knuckles on the boy’s head, and then chuckled. “And me and him are gonna leave now, so...smell ya never.”

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Jason Maxwell Freud

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the high school

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DJ DeeRy

Are you looking?

His brother was right -- per usual. It would be a public service if something were to happen to their asshole teacher.

Jay's playful smile dropped when Donna admitted to not passing chemistry, 'cause shit-- "Dude, I pass chem, either. That one nerdy chick did my work for me." And even then, he'd barely passed with a C, 'cause she wouldn't let him copy off her test. 'Course, he didn't fail all his tests completely -- he was kind of a master of guessing shit.

(Not really.)

So he did what any self-respecting kid would do of this day and age. Jay popped his phone out of his pocket, and brought the microphone close to his mouth.

"Hey Alexa, how do you make a stink bomb?"

His phone beeped and he peered at the screen, as a whole bunch of search results came up. 'Course, most of them meant reading, which was so boring. So Jay picked one that looked relatively simple, and just skimmed it.

"We need a bottle, match heads, and ahh... ammonia. The fuck is that?" He frowned. "Fuck, it takes a couple days to work, Donna."

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Miles Martin

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Micky

Like father, like son

"God, open the window,"

Miles said as he pushed off the bed, popping open the window and pulling it up so the smoke would trail outwards. Luckily, the window faced the back, so there was no chance of Mason and Nickie seeing or smelling anything from the front door. "Uncle Mason's already got me on thin fuckin' ice over the weed shit."

Calling him uncle felt a bit weird on Miles' tongue, but so did calling Drake dad, so he figured it all was wrapped up in him.

"You fucked Axel?" He echoed, eyebrows rising in slight surprise at his cousin's admission. Not that he was surprised, 'cause Axel Reid stuck his dick in everyone -- no offense to Micky. "Okay but if that all happened, bet you'd get killer uhhh... child support or alimony, right? 'Cause if his dad's rich, he's gotta be rich. You'd make a fuckin' awesome sugar momma... baby? Whatever, then we could live in a big ass mansion." He sighed, a blissful, dopey smile on his face.

Miles then reached over, snatching the joint from Micky's fingers. He took a hit off of it, holding the smoke in his lungs, until he coughed and hacked and choked on it at her question.

"Oh, ah..." He shrugged casually, passing the blunt back towards her as he leaned against the wall next to the window. Mentions of his dad? Always... hard to discuss. "He called me a couple days ago, 'cept it was a pocket dial. Then he called me the next day and asked if I could see him money, but..." He shrugged. "I got no idea."

It shouldn't bother him, 'cause Ari's mom was the same way. They were just a... flighty family or something.

Speaking of her, though, and eager to get the convo off himself and his dad...

"Adri's in town," he said. "For the reunion shit -- she came in last night, super fuckin' cool. Gave me and Ari a drink, 'cept your dad said no and took it away."

Such a killjoy.

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Ashton Blair Freud

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the high school

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Trevor

Perpetually unlucky...

Chelsea would need to go to public school, because Ash was not dealing with this again.

"Your... poetry readings?" she echoed, and her heart nearly dropped into her stomach, before rushing its way back up and threatening to make her retch from disgust. Because, for the ill-informed, Trevor's poems seemed to feature a very specific muse quite a bit.

And, unfortunately, Ash happened to notice a handful of similarities between herself and the muse.

"Are these... new poems?" she asked, because perhaps he'd finally found himself an equally weird girlfriend, and she would be the star of his odd ramblings. "Or do they feature the same blonde?"

No, Ash would never openly admit that she knew who they were about.

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Mason Lee Rivera

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Nickie

Just getting by

He wanted to respond tonher question of doing what with a quip of how it was actually doing who,

but he kept it to himself. However, a bit of a content smile did cross his face.

"Our responsibility," he corrected Nickie and really, Mason would've preferred if she was just his responsibility. Turned out he was a terrible coparent and honestly, he preferred to raise the kids on his own. And based on Micky's attitude, she'd be down for that, too.

"Adri and I are going to the reunion," he responded, wincing internally when he realized he'd dropped her name, but Mason didn't dwell on it. Rather, he just continued speaking. "Plus Ari and Miles were talking 'bout some party, and I'm sure Micky's going, so guess she's busy. Sorry, Nick, guess you'll have to stay home."

He wasn't sorry in the least bit.

"I know it's hard for you to get it, but having weekends means that you don't get to plan out her weekend when she's with me. Ask your stepdaughter if she can watch 'em or some shit. Not Mick's problem."

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  "You can't just take him."

  Zeph stated, his arms crossing over his chest, and he did his best to ignore the disappointed look on Colby's face.
  
  Colby didn't know what was best for him -- but Zeph did. Zeph had known that Lin was a bad influence on the impressionable boy, especially as he'd looked back at their past together. What if something seriously bad happened to Colby, and Lin just left him there? Like he'd done to Zeph that time Zeph had broken his arm? Or what if he gave him some bad advice, or dared him to do something inexplicably stupid, or--
  
  There were simply too many what if's for Zeph to feel comfortable with.
  
  "Did you contact Tori? Ask her if it was okay?" He knew the answer had to be no, because surely Tori never would've agreed to this absolute man child taking their child -- and legally, they had every right to refuse him. Lin had stepped away, signed off, and Tori had taken up full responsibility for Colby. He was theirs, and perhaps that was part of why Zeph felt so protective over him.
  
  ... And probably part of why, when he glanced at Colby's disappointed face, he knew that he couldn't keep saying no.
  
  Zeph sucked in a deep breath, his jaw tightening, as he glanced away from the two of them.
  
  "Fine, but he has to be home by nine, or else I'm calling the police and reporting him as being kidnapped." Zeph stated blatantly.
  
  (He probably wouldn't actually follow through with that threat -- probably.)
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Colby Major Kay

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  He felt kind of like a chew toy being tugged between two dogs, or something like that.

  Lin was all I'm taking him, and Zeph was all no you ain't, and Colby wasn't sure whose side he should be on, so his eyes had kind of just darted back and forth, back and forth, back and forth--
  
  Phew, he was getting dizzy.
  
  Going out with Lin sounded so cool. And he just knew that this would be the time where Colby could be all like "yeah, they only pay attention to Laura," and then he'd start poking at the subject of making going to stay at Lin's house sometime. And then he'd be such a cool son at the house for the sleepover, that Lin would be like "wow I want full custody of my son right now" and-- and-- and--
  
  .... Woops, he got a bit ahead of himself again, didn't he?
  
  That happened every now and again, usually after Colby got in trouble, where he'd have these dreams 'bout Lin coming to whisk him away.
  
  And then, get this, get this, Zeph said that he could GO. A huge smile broke out across Colby's face, and he was practically gonna start bouncing in excitement before Colby. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he said in quick, rapid succession.
  
  "Where're we goin'?" He asked Lin, still buzzing with excitement.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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NICOLA AVA WOODS

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mason's

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i know you want me.

The fucking skank was back?

Nickie’s stomach sickened; her baby kicked. She could fucking vomit right now—right on him. It wouldn’t be the first time that it happened. What if she did—what would Mason do? Go crying to the bitch that was probably, what, fucking hiding in the living room right now?

She still couldn’t say she was surprised, though. That whore liked to fucking show up unannounced and ruin shit that wasn’t hers to ruin, like Nickie’s own goddamn kid.

“You’re going to let Micky go to a party?” Nickie asked, scoffing. “Are you kidding me? You know it’s not a fucking birthday party, Mason.” She almost felt herself choking up, but she wouldn’t allow that. “Goddamn it, Mason, I just want to have a good time, okay? I’m not staying home, and Micky can’t go to the party.”

Nickie grit her teeth, ignited with anger as she was reassured by her own argument. “She’s my daughter, too, regardless of whether she’s with me or not, and I’m telling you, even if she can’t come home with me, she’s not going to any fucking party. You know she makes stupid choices—and you’re just going to let her go? You want her to wind up some kind of…fucking…teen mom or some shit? Or drugged up and in jail somewhere?”

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Sean Trevor Callaghan

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his classroom

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Ashton

Nothing less than perfection...

“Champagne and whiskey.

She’s an idea. Abstract. Intangible. Seemingly within reach, yet just past my fingertips,” Trevor responded cryptically. “Who she is—or perhaps what—is up for interpretation, and as the mouthpiece for the divine inspiration I receive, I choose not to specify with names beyond those outright said in my poetry—Harmony, Ember—and even those names and their grounding in reality are called into question by my readers. But I make the personal artistic choice to remain as merely the verbalizer of the…muse that flickers in my head.”

The answer was yes, but Trevor wished to demonstrate his eloquence deeper than that.

Women loved intellectuals.

Trevor’s eyes shifted to the bookshelf on the wall beside the whiteboard. An idea crossed his mind, and he stood, clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly and walking around his desk. “Excuse me,” he said quietly, stepping beside Ash’s chair to reach to the top shelf, and after a few moments, he found the book he wanted and pulled it carefully from the shelf.

Shite, holding his own fecking book still felt so surreal, even after a decade of it being in print—and this edition was simply beautiful: a beaming, shining, gold-colored s. t. callaghan the only pop of color on the matte, all-gray cover aside from the small-print, italicized title: life among the rubble. All of the shite he’d gone through to get this published—and all of the shite that publishing this had convinced him to get himself out of…

He looked down at Ash, closing the book and holding it up for her to see. “As a matter of fact, I’ve maintained the same idea since my very first collection—though I haven’t done any reading from this collection publicly.”

He glanced at the book, and then back at Ash, and then shrugged slightly, walking back to his seat, realizing now that his heartbeat was beating out of his fecking chest. “Perhaps I’ll read some poems from that old collection, and maybe one or two that didn’t make the other collections, but I’m mostly focusing on the new poems,” he said as he sat back in his seat, “from my upcoming collection, Hazel-Eyed Armageddon, but they’re selected pieces—age-appropriate, as anyone ages thirteen and up can attend, but new poems.” He still had to select which poems he would even read, damn it; this reminded him. “If your sons attended my reading and write a few small paragraphs about the experience—or any of my students, for that matter—“ Just to emphasize his impartiality. “—they can earn a fifty-eight point boost, which will at least be a start to the help.”

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MICHELLE ISLA RIVERA

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screw off.

“Ugh, not for fucking Colby,”

Micky said, rolling her eyes and taking another hit. “If I ever even seem vaguely interested in the fucking man-child, I give you full permission to take me out of this world in whatever way you want. Get creative.” Micky was going to marry some rich old fuck, get all of his cash, and lay herself up in a mansion, have a pet tiger, probably a few Lambos, and live the highlife, but none of that involved little idiot asswipe whose stupid ass middle name was a military title—and even if her life plans changed (which they probably wouldn’t because her plans were pretty damn foolproof), never would they ever involve so much as looking in the direction of that speck of misfired semen.

Micky sighed at Miles’ comment about his dad. “That sucks ass,” she said, tempted to press the matter further.

But her cousin changed the topic to her sort-of-sometimes-stepmom-but-not-exactly, and Micky sat up on her elbows, passing the blunt to Miles with a sort of smile on her face. “Adri?” her voice was rife with borderline excitement.

Fuck, how much she wished Adri was her mom. What she would fucking give to be in some alternate universe where her mom was actually effing cool and not a lame pregnant bitch.

Micky sighed, laying back down flat and crossing her hands over her chest. “Ugh, shit,” she said, realizing how much better she felt now that she was finally able to smoke, “she…last time she left without even saying goodbye.” Micky frowned slightly, and then sighed. “And the time before. And the…” She chuckled. “I guess that’s what she does.”

(That was Micky’s way of saying she missed her.)

Micky wiggled her shoulders a bit to bury herself a bit deeper into the bed. “I want to be her when I’m old,” she said idly, “except I won’t get with some guy like Dad. I’ll get with some…hot guy. One with a lot of money, but not old, just hot. Because at that point, I’ve already married the rich old guy and he’s already dead and I’ve already got all of his money, but I was actually cheating on him the whole time with this hot guy. And then I’ll run off, super fucking mysterious, and I’ll, ya know, show up six months later with fur on my neck. And I also won’t get pregnant.” She scrunched up her nose. “No fucking kids for me. Or maybe I’ll adopt some seventeen-year-old and look good in the headlines or whatever. But I’m not about to get fucking pregnant.”

A thought that hadn’t ever really crossed her mind before occurred to her, and she looked over at her cousin. “You ever want kids someday, M?”

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DONAHUE RILEY FREUD

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school : (

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jay

jealous much?

Donna narrowed his eyes at his brother,

trying to compute what it was that Jay had just said to him, but then: “Eh, fuck it.” Donna flopped his hand dismissively, then picked up two random bottles of colorful cleaning liquid. “Let’s just mix some’a this together and call it good.” He mimicked pouring the two bottles into each other, and then shrugged over at Jay, his lopsided grin ticking onto his face. “How bad can it be? Worst case scenario we just gotta run off and leave it. Or it explodes and we’re martyrs.”

Donna tucked the two bottles into his armpits and strained for another bottle. “How many ya think we should mix together? Four or five?” That was probably a pretty good number. He grabbed a small bottle of Pine Sol, then decided that was boring and put it back on the shelf. He squinted at the items lining the walls, his artistic eye deeming each one uninteresting—until a box caught his eye, right on the top shelf.

“Ah,” Donna said, and he poked his tongue out between his lips and strained to reach the box on the top shelf, only to find himself falling several feet short.

He looked back at Jay. Donna had never been a mathematician, but he was pretty sure that Jay was too short to reach it himself.

Which meant…

Donna’s grin spread a bit wider. “Hey, Jay.” He pointed up to the top shelf, and then made a random, nondescript gesture, knowing that Jay would catch the vibe.

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Margot Aspen Reid

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Friday night was great, kind of, because it got her away from the cesspool that was public high school.

And the only really good part about the weekend was occasionally, Margot could beg and beg and beg and her mother would reluctantly take her to the bookstore, and then Margot could come back home, lock herself in her room, and pour through the pages of whatever book she'd picked up. It was like transferring herself to a different universe.

One where she wasn't called Maggot by her idiot brother, or yelled at and ignored by her stupid parents.

Except that for today, for some reason, her mom had said she wouldn't be able to take her, but that her dad could take her. She'd have to go out in public, with her dad. You know, the man that always reeked of alcohol, and who'd always try to flirt with other women, and who probably thought that Axel's nickname of Maggot was really freaking clever. (She had no proof for that last point, but she really thought it was true.)

Margot had been hiding out in her room, silently debating on if she actually wanted her dad to take her, but alas... there were only so many times that she could pour through the books on her own shelves without getting bored. A lot of them she had freaking memorized, so like... what was she supposed to do with that, huh? Reread them again? No, she could suck it up, and who knew--

Maybe her and her dad would have a really cool time out, and they'd come home closer than ever.

(Haha she was so funny.)

Plus, she'd been saving up for this one book in particular, and she was super, super, super excited about it.

“Margot! Dad says it’s time to go. C’mon.”

Well, it was now or never.

Margot grabbed her hoodie from her bed, pulling it on over her head, and headed towards her bedroom door. Popping it open, she smiled up at her dad. "Ready," she said, and followed her dad out of their crappy little trailer to his equally crappy car, where she climbed in and sat on the duct-taped front seat, pulling the seatbelt over and hearing the reassuring click as it locked into place.

And then... Margot didn't really know what to say, when it came to her dad.

Eleanor understood what it was like, at least.

So Margot launched into the only thing she knew to talk about.

"I dunno what I'm gonna get," she started, pausing to gauge her dad's reaction, before she tentatively started again -- except that when she started, it was hard to get her to stop. "'Cause, there's this book called Not My Problem -- at least, I think it's there, I dunno, I saw it online -- anyway, it's about this girl who is, like, really bad at solving problems or something and then she meets this other girl and this girl like has a meltdown and she's like 'oh my god, I can help YOU,' and then I think they fall in love 'cause it was labeled as a, like, romance, so that makes sense, right?"

She didn't really pause long, though, before continuing to ramble. "Oh, there's another one called 16 & Pregnant that I thought might be interesting, except it's got, like, kind of a dumb cover so I was like eh maybe not. I asked Mom which one I should get but she said she didn't know so, umm... yeah. Maybe I'll get both. I dunno if I'll have enough, though, but it'd be really cool if I did, right?"

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LINDSAY AUSTEN KAY

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whatshisface's place

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COLBY (and also whatshisface or whatever)

rebel just for kicks.

In some alternate universe,

Lindsay was in Bitchyassbackstabber’s place, standing above Bitchyassbackstabber, hands on his hips, stuck up little face looking down, and Lindsay was the one saying whatever the hell he wanted to to Bitchyassbackstabber, and Bitchyassbackstabber was licking his boots, just to try and sway Lin, who was just laughing at Bitchyassbackstabber’s pitiful attempts at doing whatever the hell he was trying to do. Lin wanted to wipe that little self-important expression on the Bitchyassbackstabber’s little bitch face—he was looking down at Lin like Lin was some sort of effing criminal, some piece of shit when Bitchyassbackstabber was just projecting like a little bitch face idiot.

Did you contact Tori—fuck do I look like? Do I look like I have to ask anyone shit? Everyone asks me shit. You’re blessed to be in my fucking presence.

Lin stood his ground, gritting his teeth and letting go of Colby to mirror Bitchyassbackstabber’s posture, from the stance to the crossed arms to the position of his head. Did Bitchyassbackstabber think this made him look cool? It just made him look like a bitch—a little fucking bitchy ass backstabber. Lin made it look cool, and actually fucking intimidating.

After a few tense, silent moments, Bitchyassbackstabber finally breathed in really deep and showed that he really was the littlest dick in the fight with a meek little, ”Fine—“

And Lin tuned him out from there. A proud grin spread across Lin’s face, and he chuckled. Yeah, bitch, that’s what I thought.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Colby said, seemingly incredibly excited because fuck yeah he was.

Lin cackled, slinging his arm around his son. “You’re welcome, buddo—Daddio to the rescue. No need to thank me.”

“Where’re we goin’?” Colby asked as Lin turned him around and guided him toward his vehicle.

Lin chuckled and pulled custom sunglasses from his shirt pocket. They were metallic, candy-colored, and most of all, incredibly expensive-looking (and fuck yeah, genuinely expensive, because Lindsay wasn’t no damn poser). He offered them to Colby rather than an offer. “Want these?”

With a chuckle, he dropped his arm from his son to walk over to his vehicle and gesture to her. Griselda was a fucking trophy: iconically green, curvaceous, and just so damn hot.

“Like her?” he asked, putting his hand gently on her hood with a proud smile. “She’s fresh. Bought ‘er two weeks ago. Got tired of only having five cars.”

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  Mason Lee Rivera

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Did every coparent have these sort of issues?

  Where the other one would disrespect the time together with their child, and then press and press and refuse to get off of his fucking porch? Mason groaned, his arm dropping from the door as he leaned more heavily against the frame. Clearly, Nickie wasn't going anywhere soon.
  
  What a surprise.
  
  As she continued to bitch, he grew more defensive. He straightened up, his arms crossing over his chest.
  
  "I don't care if you want to have a good fuckin' time," he snapped. "Not my problem anymore, Nic. Find someone to watch your snotty ass kids, 'cause Micky isn't coming back to your place."
  
  Mason was growing annoyed. Nickie truly had the ability to push him to the end of his rope, and he was hanging on by a few mere threads by this point.
  
  "And yeah, she's not gonna get knocked up at the fuckin' party. She's gonna go have fun, and she's gonna come home, and you don't get to say shit about it." He hissed. "If I tell 'em no, they're just gonna sneak out, anyway."
  
  God, it was like Nickie had never been a kid before. Didn't she remember sneaking out when your parents said no -- not that Mason remembered, because his mom never cared what he did with himself, but he heard about it from plenty of other kids. And hey, he'd rather know where his kids were than try to keep them back from a party, plus it wasn't going to be a dangerous party.
  
  "She's going, you're not getting her, end of story."
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Adriane Hadley Holloway

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Ugh, listening to them was getting so old.

  
  
  Adriane had been relaxing on the couch, her arm propped up on the armrest, her cheek resting against her fist while she listened to the argument between Mason and Nickie. This seemed to always be how things went, so she wasn't necessarily surprised, but she was very quickly pushed to boredom. And Adriane despised being bored, almost more than she despised that little cockroach.
  
  Nickie had been a thorn in her side since high school, and Adri hadn't found it a super big surprise when Mason had said he'd met Nickie. Like, the girl had clearly always wanted exactly what Adriane had had, so wow what a surprise that had been. Next, she'd probably find out that Nickie had dyed her hair, although it would just make her face look fatter than it already was.
  
  Pushing herself from the couch, she headed to the bathroom, peering into the mirror as she carefully reapplied her lipstick, checked her eye makeup (whatever it's called -- Winona doesn't know), and fixed her hair. Once she was satisfied, she headed out of the bathroom, through the living room, and came up beside Mason, who was clearly at his wit's end with this needy ass bitch.
  
  Adriane wasted no time. She grabbed Mason's shirt, pulling him down into a kiss that lasted longer than was necessary, before she let him go and blinked over at Nickie.
  
  "Oh hey," she said, smiling as her hand moved down Mason's chest, and Adriane leaned into his side. "I didn't realize you were here. You look really good, or, like, you would, if you weren't so... you know... I know an amazing weight loss plan, if you'd like some help looking less..." her lips curled up in disgust, her nose wrinkled as she let her eyes slowly move up and down Nickie's body.
  
  "Oh wait, you're pregnant? I'm so sorry, I thought you were just fat."
  
  Ugh, her insults used to hold so much more vitriol, but Adriane had softened over the years.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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MICHAEL DEXTER REID

location

the shithole

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margot

if i could, i would feel nothing.

Mike brows creased as he looked down at Margot.

He chuckled, reaching forward to pull her hoodie off her head before deciding against it. He instead commented, “You look like you’re about to sell me some lettuce and call it weed, kid,” since it was the only comment that was at least not wildly violent or involving several curse words, and though he was pissed to have to deal with her, he didn’t want to traumatize the kid or whatever; he wasn’t a bad dad. When his comment didn’t get much of a reaction, he rolled his eyes. “Damn, tough crowd,” he muttered, turning his back to her and starting down the hallway.

As he led Margot down the hallway with heavy footsteps, he tried to steady his breathing. What the fuck, this would be fine. Sure, he was taking his teenage daughter to some stupid fucking, what, bookstore, but he’d been through worse and he’d probably still go through worse, so while this was certainly going to venture toward being the first ring of hell for him, he could at least pretend to be slightly comforted by the fact that, hell, at least it wasn’t the fifth ring.

He just had to keep telling himself that. Maybe it would make it true.

The damn clunker wouldn’t fucking start, and then when it did, it sputtered as always, but at this point, what was new? It was like music to his fucking ears, right? Gaslighting himself—that was the way that he had to keep sane nowadays. He definitely fucking recommended it.

And then, of course, as though the constant whines and knocks of his vehicle weren’t enough annoyance, his daughter decided to talk, and Mike was going to be entirely honest: even if he’d tried to follow along, he seriously fucking doubted that he could have.

“Mmmmmmm….hmmmmmmmm,” Mike said slowly, very slowly nodding as though he understood a single word that had come out of his daughter’s mouth, and then slowly shaking his head. “Yeaaaaaah, I’m going to have to say that that’s a no from me on you getting either.” She wasn’t getting a damn cent from him, that was for sure, but also— “I mean, 16 and Pregnant? Two chicks falling in love?” He grinned, shaking his head. “Heh. Yeah. No.”

Mike rolled his tongue across the inside of his cheek, itching for a cigarette. “I mean, don’t you want to read about, I dunno, stock market tips or some sh—“ Kid, right. “—something? Sewing, mathematics, cooking, repair work, something practical? Or motocross or something. Motocross is pretty damn cool.” He snickered. “Maybe not on the level of your whole...Oh, sh—” He stopped himself short of cursing, trailing his word into a slightly less offensive, “—art, Daniel left me for a boy and also I’m carrying triplets and also have to save the world, but...up there.”

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NICOLA AVA WOODS

location

mason's

interactions

mason and adri

i know you want me.

That was it; Nickie broke.

“You’re such an asshole!” Nickie yelled, putting her hands on her hips. “Are you fucking kidding me?! Our daughter is going to wind up—“

There was some movement behind Mason.

Nickie’s heart dropped to her feet.

Fuck, she could puke right now.

Adri hadn’t changed a bit since Nickie had last seen her, except that she’d somehow gotten even fucking faker-looking than before, which was a feat. Of course, the whore had to show how much of a whore she was by doing a real-time reenactment of the reason for Nickie’s divorce. Nickie’s face was a bright red. Her jaw was clenched so tightly that her head was shaking slightly, and her lip curled up in disgust. Then, of course, the bitch pretended as though she just noticed Nickie and threw some stupid fucking lines about, oh you look fat, oh wait, you’re pregnant, that admittedly stung a little bit—but the sting didn’t overcome Nickie’s anger.

Nickie plastered on the same sticky-sweet customer service smile she employed every day. “Oh wow, Adri! It’s been so long,” she said, her voice so fake happy that she almost laughed at herself. She faked a gasp, covering her mouth. “Oh wow, so the falsies finally gave out and you committed to finally getting permanently lopsided boobs!” She smiled at Adri, folding her hands sweetly. “I know it, like, took a lot of dick sucking to pay for them, but really, it’s all worth it in the end to get work done that makes them so, like, obviously fake that even the ID I bought in high school wouldn’t be friends with them.”

Nickie’s smile grew less fake-sweet and more bitter, and she put her hands on her hips. “So did you, like, just come to, like, give the highway traffic some, like, softcore porn in the doorway, or, like, were you just so excited to see me that you, like, couldn’t resist trying to play it cool?”

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Ashton Blair Freud

location

the high school

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Trevor

Perpetually unlucky...

If anyone was going to die of cringe, it was going to be Ashton Freud, right here, right now.

The look on her face as he explained the "idea" that was -- clearly -- meant to be her in his poems just made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Within reach, but just past his fingertips. Hell yeah, and that's how she would remain. It was almost-- no, not even almost. It was pathetic that he was still hung up on a relationship was twenty years ago that he ended. Not that she ended, that he did.

And she was glad, because that, coupled with the loss of her brother, had been the wake up slap that she'd needed to stop fucking around with childish little boys like Trevor. Plus, like, it had kind of been a hit to her ego when he'd broken up with her. But hey, then she'd gotten with CK, and she was so happy now.

Trevor hadn't even crossed her mind, until she was forced to come in the first time to meet her sons' English teacher.

As he rose from his seat, Ash scooted hers over, which caused a horrible scraping sound against the ground. But she was trying to keep as much distance between herself and him as she could. Her gaze watched him carefully as he picked a book from the shelf, and she wanted to slam her head into his desk as soon as she realized which book it was.

Unfortunately, Ash was all too familiar with his collections of poems.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve maintained the same idea since my very first collection—though I haven’t done any reading from this collection publicly.”

The same idea. Right.

"It's really amazing," she stated, "how your muse has never changed her form, despite all of the years of... experiences, that I'm sure you've had." There was no better way for her to allude to the idea of why not write about different things?

“Perhaps I’ll read some poems from that old collection, and maybe one or two that didn’t make the other collections, but I’m mostly focusing on the new poems,” he said as he sat back in his seat, “from my upcoming collection, Hazel-Eyed Armageddon, but they’re selected pieces—age-appropriate, as anyone ages thirteen and up can attend, but new poems. If your sons attended my reading and write a few small paragraphs about the experience—or any of my students, for that matter—they can earn a fifty-eight point boost, which will at least be a start to the help.”

Hazel-Eyed--

Oh my god.

Trevor wanted her to take her boys to--

She had to keep her cool.

"I'm sure my boys would love to sit around and listen to your poems again," she remarked, although Ash knew that their paragraphs would be anything but what Trevor actually wanted to hear. "Next Friday, though... let me check my schedule..." she held a finger up to him, a smile on her lips as she opened the calendar on her phone. There... wasn't really much set in stone, although she was sure that she could convince CK that they needed to go out that night -- and he could drop the boys off.

"Oh, that's right," Ash said with a sigh, and a bit of a frown. "CK -- you know, my husband -- and I were going to go out next week. A little date night, and we were going to leave Chelsea with the boys, but... I'm sure their grandparents would love to watch Chelsea, and CK can drop the twins off before we go out. They'll be there."

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Jason Maxwell Freud

location

the high school

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DJ DeeRy

Are you looking?

There was a little tickling in the back of Jay's mind,

one that screamed out a reminder that mixing chemicals was super dangerous. 'Cept that Jay's forefront thought could best be described as that monkey with the cymbals that went clang, clang, clang, so any real thought was quickly kicked to the side.

"You're a goddamn genius, bro," Jay commented as he watched his brother gather together some of the chemicals. Naturally, they'd need something to mix it all in and, after a little poking around, he found an old bucket. Maybe a bucket was a bit much for a stink bomb, but, listen...

Their teacher really sucked.

Plus if it stunk too bad, then maybe they'd have to close school for a few weeks. And then Jay and Donna would be real heroes to all of their fellow classmates -- Jay just knew it, 'cept there was that whole online school workaround, so... maybe not the biggest heroes anymore.

Donna's call of his name sparked Jay's attention, and he looked over at his brother to see a simple gesture, and he knew exactly what his brother needed. A little bit of a boost to reach the best chemical way up top. See, that was that twin telepathy bestie thing that Jay was always rambling about.

"Got it," he said, and Jay scooted over to his brother, ducked down, and wrapped his arms around Donna's waist (best way to boost -- trust him) and he lifted. Except that Jay lifted a bit too high, too fast, and he heard a slam as Donna's head slam into the roof tiles.

Woops.

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DONAHUE RILEY FREUD

location

school : (

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jay

jealous much?

“Ack!”

Donna cried as pieces of styrofoam and dust fell down like snow upon himself and his brother. He reached up to rub his head, which he was pretty sure had mostly hit the metal part of the ceiling, not just the panel. “‘ey, watch it!” he hissed at his brother.

He closed one eye and squinted the other to avoid getting any of the stuff raining down on them in his eye, and he looked back up to study the damage. The corner of the panel was bent slightly upward now, and Donna shook his head, opening his eyes and reaching up to pull it back down. “Shit, you almost made me crack the…”

Something caught his eye as his hand met the ceiling panel, and he frowned slightly, cocking his head. “Hey, stand up a little straighter,” he told his brother as he pushed himself up a bit taller on his knees. He reached past the panel to the object that he could barely see. It felt slightly fuzzy, and as he struggled with little grunts to get a good grip on it, he realized that it was some old, crusty, dusty kind of book.

Donna managed to squeeze his other hand in beside the one that had a semi-grip on the book, and after about half a minute, he managed to maneuver the book out from fully behind the panel and into the world, like some kinda weird dusty baby.

Donna squinted at the book in his hands, using the side of one of his fists to clean some of the dust off of the cover. With a groan, Donna rolled his eyes. “It’s just some boring old yearbook.” He opened up the cover to read the front page. For some reason, the year stuck out in his head—and then it clicked. “Hey, wait,” he said, and he stooped slightly, holding the book directly in front of Jay’s face, less than an inch from his brother’s nose. “Isn’t this the year Dad graduated or somethin’?”

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Sean Trevor Callaghan

location

his classroom

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Ashton

Nothing less than perfection...

Trevor’s blood boiled at the mention of Ash’s so-called “husband”,

whose name wasn’t even a fecking name. From what Trevor remembered, the bastard’s real name was some stupid little frilly girl’s name. Meanwhile, Trevor was a moderately successful poet with a stable career whose high level artistry was largely unnoticed by the general public but would certainly be known world-wide in thirty, forty years. Women would kill to have a man like him—a hot, misunderstood artist, rejected by the world and yet so fecking gracious as to not lash out and lose his damn marbles—and yet Ash sat in front of him and talked about someone whose name was forgotten as soon as it left someone’s mouth.

Husband…husband Trevor’s left arse cheek; the bastard was nothing more than a wannabe.

Trevor’s lips pressed into a flat line, the corners curling up into a constipated sort of smile. “Mm,” he said, and for a long second, that was all he said.

Why he kept being so kind when he was constantly put in shite situations like this—while his woman was off pretending like she could live life without him when there would never be anyone better suited for her than he himself—was, at this point, a mystery even to Trevor. He deserved a Nobel Peace Prize.

“It’s a great subcultural experience,” Trevor said, choosing to keep shilling his poetry rather than make any of the other myriad of comments that he could make. “It’s very enriching for all ages, including people your age.” And then, of course, he had to add, “Or I could hook you up with a copy of my book once it gets into print…simply because we’re on such good terms.”

That’s right, I have my own fecking poetry book.

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Miles Martin

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Micky

Like father, like son

It was kinda funny, 'cause Micky was excited 'bout Adriane's return, while Ari had just seemed annoyed.

But, well, his older cousin had always been less forgiving.

She was kind of a vengeful bitch.

"Yeah -- and you know she's got cash. I'm gonna see if she'll take me out and buy me somethin' cool, like maybe a new phone, 'cause mine fell in the toilet." He purposely left out the little again because there were only so many times a boy could drop his phone in bodies of water before it became annoying.

(For his uncle, it had been five.)

"If you get a cool rich husband, gimme like ahh... some kind of cool underling job at the house. I'll be the pool boy or some shit." Miles then took it upon himself to flex his arms, an eyebrow cocking up as his relatively skinny arms strained to show any kind of muscle. "I'd be hot as fuck as a pool boy, yeah? Actually don't answer that -- that's weird. Micky, Micky." As he relaxed, he let out a tsk, tsk.

And then she asked The Question.

Did he want kids?

Miles' nose scrunched up at the question, head kind of tilting this way and that way as he pondered the question, as if he was knocking it about in his brain.

"Maybe if I met a real cool person, ya know? And we really vibed, and they were like, 'hey I want kids.' Then I'd be like 'yo, yeah, let's go.'" He nodded his head, confident in his decision. "Or I'll end up like your dad, and you and Ari will have babies and be like 'here Miles, take 'em.'"

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