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Introduction

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Another scholastic year commenced with a magical flourish as Walt Disney University once again flung open its grand doors to both new and returning students. The campus buzzed with excitement, mirroring the blissful, sunlit day that set the perfect tone for the beginning of this academic adventure. The warmth of the late summer sun, combined with the vibrant energy in the air, made the first day on campus feel relaxed yet filled with anticipation, especially as the annual welcoming bonfire awaited students that evening. A WDU tradition that was mentioned throughout campus and other universities.

For most of the day, on-campus students could arrive at their leisure, with move-in hours stretching from 8:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. During this time, they collected dorm keys, student IDs, and timetables, while ensuring that all administrative matters were in order. As for the off-campus students, they were given a dedicated hour between 4:00 and 5:00 p.m. to finalize their student IDs and timetables and just in time for the evening festivities. That being said, they were also welcome to join the earlier arrivals, seamlessly blending with the on-campus residents to take care of things ahead of schedule.

The day was thoughtfully designed to ease students into their upcoming (for those who started) or familiarization (for the returning students) university life, leaving everyone to look forward to a fun-filled evening that would officially mark the beginning of the year ahead.

Not to say the least, students had already met many of the peers they would be living alongside throughout the scholastic year. By midday, the campus was abuzz with activity as students explored the grounds and settled into their new routines. While the official club recruiting days were still on the horizon, some of the university’s most fundamental groups namely; Sorority, Fraternity, Student Government, and School Editorial, had already begun unofficially scouting and recruiting new members. Omicron Alpha Fraternity and Omicron Psi Sorority were particularly active, engaging both returning members and enthusiastic first-years, eager to bolster their ranks ahead of orientation.

The leaders of these prestigious groups were hard at work. Tara Baker, the golden-haired, graceful president of Omicron Psi, was a figure of warmth and confidence. Her gentle demeanor, however, belied the intense organization she had in place to ensure her sorority stayed on top. Keaton Landau, on the other hand, president of Omicron Alpha, cut an entirely different figure. A boisterous brunette with boundless energy, he was the charismatic heart of his fraternity, making sure to personally recruit every promising first-year who crossed his path. Together, these two powerhouses represented the elite of Walt Disney University’s greek life.

In parallel, Daniella Rockers, with her striking white hair and commanding presence, oversaw the Student Government. As president, Daniella exuded an air of unshakable authority, but she also knew the importance of making new students feel at home. She and her team had been meticulously assigned to ensure the smooth arrival and integration of newcomers, from handing out welcome packets to guiding students through the orientation process. With a blend of care and efficiency, they helped first-years settle into their dorms, making sure everyone felt welcomed and ready to explore the campus at their leisure.

Meanwhile, the School Editorial wasted no time in getting down to business. Even amidst the buzz of move-ins and club sign-ups, the team was already brainstorming their first issue. With Kadara now returning from her temporary absence, the club's structure had been reconfigured, not even slowing them down the slightest. Each member was eager to contribute to the editorial vision, even as Kadara’s return to steer the ship once more. Her managing editor, Leah Cartwright had kept the Happily Ever After always up to date with new content whilst keeping in communication with Kadara. Albeit being absent for a year, she was still kept in the loop and she wasted no time in sharing her ideas for the upcoming year, including the need for a Design expert as well as the new WDU Student Yearbook.

As the afternoon rolled on, the excitement only grew, especially with the much-anticipated bonfire just hours away. Student Government alongside the WDU staff were hard at work, making sure the evening's event would be nothing short of spectacular. It was an all-hands-on-deck effort, ensuring that this year’s welcoming bonfire would set a new standard for school spirit and unity.

The day had been one of smooth transitions, new beginnings, and the forging of connections, but it was far from over. With orientation on the horizon and the night’s festivities fast approaching, Walt Disney University was just getting started. The magic of a new year was in the air. An open invitation for students to dive into the opportunities ahead, whether through clubs, friendships, or the shared excitement of the journey they were embarking on together.

As the sun dipped lazily below the horizon, casting the last golden hues across the sky, the much-anticipated bonfire finally began. Students meandered along the winding paths of the campus, gradually making their way toward the sprawling back gardens where the event was being held. At the entrance, a large, cheerful sign reading ‘WELCOME!’ greeted them, framed by strings of fairy lights that twinkle like stars. Behind the sign, two members from the Student Government welcomed students with warm smiles, guiding them through the evening’s first tradition: signing the guest book. This task, entrusted to them by Daniella Rockers, was part of a yearbook tradition, preserving the names of all who attended this magical event.

The garden itself had been transformed into a breathtaking space, thoughtfully designed to celebrate the start of the new year. At the heart of the area was a large, open circle where the bonfire would soon blaze, surrounded by a ring of wooden logs and benches for students to gather and relax. Surrounding this central space, various activity zones offered something for everyone. Food stalls, adorned with fairy lights and rustic signage, lined the garden’s perimeter. Each stand offered a selection of mouthwatering snacks: from classic comfort foods like burgers and hot dogs to more eclectic options, including gourmet sandwiches, vegan delights, and freshly baked pastries. Nearby, beverage stations served everything from chilled lemonade and iced tea to hot cocoa and cider, perfect for sipping by the fire as the evening grew cooler.

Scattered across the garden were cozy nooks furnished with hammocks and bean bags, giving students a chance to lounge and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere. To keep the excitement going, the garden brimmed with activities catering to all interests. For the more competitive, there were several lawn games set up: giant Jenga, cornhole, and a lively volleyball game under the softly glowing string lights. A ring toss and a horseshoe pit beckoned players eager to test their skill, while a friendly tug-of-war contest was scheduled to take place later in the evening, complete with cheering spectators. For students feeling creative, an arts-and-crafts station offered a chance to paint small ceramic tiles, which would later be assembled into a mural for the student center; a permanent reminder of the night’s fun.

At another corner of the garden, a makeshift open-mic stage welcomed singers, comedians, and poets alike. Students gathered on blankets and bean bags, cheering for their classmates as they performed under the stars. The air was filled with music as a DJ, set up near the edge of the garden, played upbeat tracks that had students breaking into spontaneous dance. For those looking for quieter moments, hammocks and bean bags were scattered in cozy corners, offering a place to stargaze, chat with friends, or simply soak in the magical atmosphere. Adding to the playful spirit of the night, a face-painting booth and temporary tattoo station drew crowds of students eager to sport vibrant designs. And for the adventurous, a scavenger hunt spanned the entire garden, with hidden clues leading to fun prizes like university merch, gift cards, and passes to upcoming campus events. Each activity added to the growing excitement, making sure there was something to engage every student’s interest.

Once it was clear that all students had arrived, the two members had closed the sign-in book, securing it until the initiation ceremony later in the night to be provided to School Editorial for safekeeping. The gathering hushed as Daniella Rockers, the Student Government president, let out a booming call for attention, her voice cutting through the buzz of conversation.

"Attention, students," she declared, torch in hand, her powerful voice commanding the crowd's focus. "Tara, Keaton, and I, your current student presidents, are thrilled to officially welcome you to Walt Disney University!"

Standing tall beside her, was Tara, with her golden blonde hair catching the torchlight, and Keaton, his broad grin matching the flickering flames, held their own torches high. Behind them loomed a towering effigy; a massive representation of the rival Dreamworks University mascot. Each year, this effigy was built with the backing of Daniella's family business, symbolizing the playful rivalry between the two schools.

After a few more words of welcome, the trio raised their torches in unison and dramatically dropped them onto the base of the effigy. In an instant, the structure was consumed in flames, crackling and roaring as it lit up the night sky. The bonfire burst to life, casting a warm, fiery glow across the students’ eager faces.

"LET THE BONFIRE BEGIN!" The three presidents shouted in perfect unison, their voices ringing out as a wave of excitement swept over the crowd. Applause erupted, followed by screams of joy and excitement as the effigy blazed, sending sparks into the night. The flames danced high, igniting not just the wood but the energy of the evening.

It was a moment of unity and exhilaration, marking the start of a new year full of promise and adventure. With that, the bonfire commenced …

Welcome to Walt Disney University! The above starter should give an idea of what the first day consisted of and how the night can branch out to. It is encouraged that all your students participate in this event as it is open to every one of your characters. As you may realize some students like Presidents have been placed accordingly for introductory purposes but are now free to roam along with the rest. We shall be giving some ideas to help people that are in the main clubs but in the meantime, do not hesitate to ask us. We do not suggest posting right away, in fact we highly encourage character plotting and connections to the even in our discord server so we can make the whole thing inclusive and fun!

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  Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the puddle beneath him. Framed by his legs, sitting on the cold, cement curb, he could see his haunted eyes, the way his irises were lit up by the sky. All natural light had gone out of them, leaving nothing but emptiness. Fitting, considering how his chest felt like a yawning chasm. Any heart he’d had was long gone.
  
  There was a screech of car tires struggling to find purchase on the rain-soaked road, and he looked up to see his father’s men yelling his name. His lips drew back in a snarl, animalistic and cruel in every way. The men stopped, hesitating. He wasn’t the same boy who’d been so full of life and, most of all, love when he’d run away. No, he was something else entirely. Maybe not even human anymore.
  
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  Seamus Ronan Hilleford III’s eyes shot open, his gaze darting around. He wasn’t in London. Hell, he wasn’t even in the U.K. anymore. He was across the ocean, in America, at this university earning a degree he didn’t even bloody want. What a riot. But at least he was away from his father.
  
  Sitting up slowly, he rotated his jaw, tilting his head and pushing up on one side with the heel of his palm. He’d needed that nap. It was the only way he was even going to try to be awake for this bonfire thing. Which… oh, good, he was already late for. Ronan, as he went by because the rest of his name was freaking stupid, yawned and got out of bed, grabbing his keys and making his way out of his dorm.
  
  According to his phone, he wasn’t too late to meet up with his girlfriend, which was excellent. He was already a horrible boyfriend without disappointing her on their first night back. Not that they hadn’t seen each other over the summer, but, well. That hadn’t exactly been fun for him. There was a reason he’d needed the last month to himself, burning shit.
  
  In all fairness, he hadn’t wanted to go back to London. That was a lot of work, and a lot of avoiding his family. Instead of doing that, he’d figured why not spend the summer with his girlfriend, who for some unknown reason actually wanted to be with him still? And for the first week, it was fine. Ronan was even having a bit of “fun,” or whatever it was called.
  
  Then the second week took a toll on him. The third was worse. It was taking all of his willpower not to show just how upset he was. Anger wasn’t exactly the emotion, and none of his dark feelings were directed at Tamara. No, it was something inside him specifically that was broken. Maybe it always had been. Spending nearly every second with this woman, who was so damn sweet to him despite his rotten personality, was eating him from the inside out. He didn’t deserve her, but he didn’t know how to express that without shattering her heart the way Sydney had shattered his years ago. Maybe he did have a shred of humanity left, if he felt this guilty about it.
  
  The darkness had dissipated as they’d gone their separate ways, and he’d been allowed to do the usual college-age guy things. Mostly, drinking. Also, smoking. Maybe a little bit of pyromania here and there. Now that he hadn’t exactly been willing to show off in front of Tamara. If there was anything Ronan was scared of, it was the wrong people seeing just how excited he got when he was setting fire to things.
  
  Which was why he was a bit nervous attending this bonfire tonight. Flames had always had a weird pull for him, and tonight was no exception. He’d been caught at least once throwing beer bottles into the flames, watching the Dreamworks effigy burn faster thanks to the alcohol. But he was supposedly more grown up now, so hopefully that wouldn’t be a sight tonight. Not unless he encountered certain influences.
  
  He wasn’t wearing his usual suit, but then he was feeling a bit lazy today. As he made it to the festivities, grimacing at the sight of so many damn people, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his varsity jacket. Was it cliché for a frat boy like him to wear such a thing? Of course. But maybe if he managed to get a drink later, it would make people stay away from him.
  
  It was pointless searching the crowd for the red hair of his girlfriend, because everybody’s hair looked red in the firelight. His eyes flickered over to the bonfire, canvassing the flames as hungrily as one might look at a ten-course feast. Not Ronan. No, he’d always been a bit of a demon when it came to fire.
  
  To distract himself, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Tamara. I’m here. Sorry, got here a bit later than I meant to. Simple. To the point. Not douchey. That was the goal thus far.
  
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  “But Mama, do you have to go?” Little Rodney pouted up at Rowan as she packed the last of her bags, not that she had very many of them to being with. She was very good about limiting her wardrobe to items she would wear with some frequency, or at least that she could mix and match in new ways every day. In any case, this was her last bag, but it was not her last goodbye of the day.
  
  “Yeah, pumpkin, it’s another year for me. Don’t worry, I’ll be back to visit. Listen to Dodge and Fritz, alright?” She crouched by the youngest of her “children” and gave him a smile. Rowan was known for her many different smiles, but this was the one reserved for Little Rodney. Each of her children had a smile just for them. It was the reason the gang had started listening to her more than Dodge these last few years. She was the rock that held this group together like glue.
  
  “Okay. But you better make pancakes,” Rodney agreed. He and Rowan hugged. Then, she took her suitcase in one hand and Rodney’s hand in the other and made her way downstairs.
  
  Bass music pumped through the club they called their home, but they had all long since learned to ignore it. Fritz was giving them a place to live, after all, and that was why they had started living here in the first place. Rowan even found herself humming along to the familiar song as she reached the bottom of the stairs and found herself face to face with Fritz, their adoptive father. Well. Sort of. He had that sad look in his eye he got every time Rowan left, and she knew it was because he and Dodge got into more fights when she wasn’t around to tell them they were both being stupid. But instead of something sappy, he started the conversation in a different direction: “You know you don’t hafta work to put yourself through the last two years. I don’t mind pitching in.”
  
  “I like the work. Fritz. It’s practice for when I’m on stage.” She pouted her full lips at him before grinning and kissing him on the cheek. “You take care of the family when I’m away. That’s more than enough contribution.”
  
  “I had to try. Maybe I’ll get you to agree next year.”
  
  “Unlikely.” She looked around, confused. “Where the hell is Dodge?”
  
  Fritz ruffled Rodney’s hair and shooed the young boy into another room. “Outside.”
  
  As expected, the previous love of Rowan’s life, before she became a mother, was leaning against the car the family shared. “I thought your license was suspended.”
  
  He shrugged. “I’ll be careful.” Dodge gave her an even look, measured. “This family falls apart without you here.”
  
  “That’s because you’re too busy trying to hook up with every girl who walks into the club. Try being the dad for once,” she joked, lugging her last suitcase into the backseat. Three bags. Perfect. “You used to be good at it.”
  
  For a moment, Dodge didn’t say anything. But as Rowan opened the door to slide into the passenger seat, he murmured, “I missed my chance, didn’t I?”
  
  Thinking of everything that awaited her at Walt Disney University, especially the current object of her formerly Dodge-centered affections, she could only answer one way. “You did. Dipshit.”
  
  He gave her a wry smile, the same one that used to make her heart flip. Now, it barely stirred. “I deserve that. Now let’s get you to that school of yours.”
  
  

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  Rowan stretched her arms above her head, wandering away from the dispersing crowd. That had been a hell of a bonfire, but she hadn’t exactly been paying attention to the ceremony. No, she’d been much too distracted by something else. Or, rather, someone. And what a shame it was that she’d probably been just another face in the amoeba-shaped crowd. Sigh.
  
  Maybe she had a kink for being ignored by her crushes.
  
  Alas, alack, she had other things to worry about right now. Like where the heck was her daughter? Rowan frowned down at her phone screen, wondering what could be holding Maya up. They had arrived separately, but mostly because Rowan had some club business to take care of. Now that she was officially in charge of the Drama Club, she had plans to make. And she had all sorts of plans. With permission from the rest of the club, of course.
  
  Her thumbs flew over her screen as she texted Maya, barely stopping to blow a piece of her hair out of her face. Mai-Mai, you better be on your way. You owe me a hug~ There. Juuuuust threatening enough to get her point across.
  
  Oooh. Was that face painting she saw? How could she pass up the opportunity to decorate herself? Maya would still be able to find her even with the starry sky painted across her face, right?
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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It was only the opening events for the first day of her last year of school, and while Leah would love to spend all her time reminiscing, she had work to do. Work that she loved, don't get her wrong, but part of her wished she was already with her best friend, enjoying the party and bonfire. She'd get her chance - she was almost done, after all - but she was almost ready to vibrate out of her skin if she didn't hurry.

She doubted Eugene would be happy if she did that though. She'd like to think her jock of a best friend would miss her. Not to mention all her other friends.

Reaching up with her free hand, she tucked a stray piece of blonde hair back behind her ear as she chewed her lip, looking at the form in her hand. For the last year she'd been the editor in chief in place of Kadara, and while it technically wasn't her cup of tea, having been more than happy to leave the final decisions to others, she'd accepted the job as a favor to a friend. Plus, it wasn't like it was forever. As seen this year, as the younger girl returned to take her rightful place, allowing Leah to happily return to her role in production. Which she just so happened to be going over currently.

She'd gone over everything with Kadara already, but she'd still had her own checks to go over, helping get the information booth for the paper set up in an effort to recruit more members for the new year. She was hunched over one of the tables, having put her free hand back down to help stabilize her position as she ran through her personal check list one last time. She wasn't in charge per say anymore, but she still wanted everything to be perfect.

Everything seemed to be in order though, and she had nothing to worry about. She just wanted to be extra diligent, making sure her desire to go out and meet Eugene wasn't causing her to rush through her tasks and make a mistake. But! She was positive she'd finally done it!

"Finished!"

she cried out, suddenly, voice bright and loud over the general chatter, startling a few others nearby. Leah winced, flushing slightly as she raised a hand in apology. With an awkward laugh, she set her list down on the table and grabbed her phone, checking her messages. She perked up again at the sight of her most recent text.

"I'll see you guys later, kay? Text me!"

she chirped, locking her phone and hurrying to dart out of the little booth they'd set up.

Your girl had plans, and she was more than excited to spend the rest of her night enjoying her last welcome bonfire.

Following the instructions left to her by her best friend on where she could find him - though she was sure she could have found him without, he was very hard to miss - Leah practically skipped down the paved path towards the rest of the festivities. Eugene loved the physical challenges, so it wasn't hard to catch sight of him with his voice booming over a small crowd that had gathered as he worked to one-up his latest challenger.

Stopping a little ways back, the blonde couldn't help the small smile at her friend. She loved seeing him like this. In his element and relaxed and just enjoying himself. He was free in this moment, and she couldn't help but fall even a little bit more in love with him than she already was. But that was a story for a different day. For now, it was time to make the most of their last welcoming day, and to do that...well. Unfortunately she'd have to interrupt just a little.

"Eugene!"

she called, standing on her tiptoes so she could be seen over the crowd. Waving her arm in the air, she bounced on her toes for a moment, waiting for him to realize she was there before she began to make her way through the crowd.

"Sorry it took so long, hope you weren't waiting too long."

she apologized, sliding her arms around one of his own, hugging the appendage tight to her chest in greeting.

"You've been busy though! So, I hope it wasn't too bad of a wait."

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Despite it being the first day back, Kit's morning had been full of excitement. Which was a slight relief, the brunette enjoyed being kept busy. It was why he joined the student government last year, and he was thrilled that Danny and the rest found him capable enough to become the vice president while only being in his second year. Purely due to his hard work and dedication to putting himself out there, getting to know his fellow students and getting involved in multiple activities, Kit was pleased to have his efforts recognized, and so early at that. Not normally one to be too proud, he couldn't help his joy, though he tried not to let it make him too cocky. There was always room for improvement after all.

Having already helped everyone make their way to orientation, he'd spent the morning directing first years to where they needed to go, helping hand out information and being available for any staff member or student as needed. He loved it. It was full of the social contact that he thrived in, taking to it like a fish in water.

Which, speaking of water...With a glance down at his phone, he smiled at the message from the small group chat that he'd created with his firsties, Melanie and Audrey.

He'd been assigned the two girls for orientation, meant to help guide them around campus and get them settled before taking them to orientation. Something he definitely did not mind, especially since, upon meeting the two, he found they got along quite well. Both were a tad shy, but he didn't blame them. Obviously this was a new situation for them both and he didn't mind answering their questions. Both girls were a tad quiet at first, but they opened up in their own way, and despite the fact that he had to leave them at orientation, Kit couldn't help but give them his number and offer to show them around further after, when the bonfire was in full swing.

He hadn't made any set plans, having known he'd be busy off and on throughout the day, so having found out that he'd have the evening free, he didn't see why he couldn't offer his assistance to the two who he wouldn't have any problem becoming friends with.

And now that orientation was over, he was pleased to see a request for another tour of sorts. Something he was definitely happy to give. Having sent off an affirmative, telling them to wait for him in the gardens, he began to make his way over, offering a wave to his fellow government members in goodbye.

It didn't take him long to reach the two, smiling as he saw them. Hopefully he could help them settle in and find their own place at WDU. He loved his school, and he wanted others to find the same joy in attending as he did.

"Melanie! Audrey!"

he called out, waving at the two.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting long. How're you two finding the school so far?"

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Another day, another school year, which also meant, another bonfire. And more than likely another year of her best friend seemingly walking a fine line of wanting to be by her side twenty-four seven or avoiding her like she had the plague. Penny was hoping for more of the former, seeing as any time spent with Pint was something she treasured. After everything they'd been through with their back and forth, all she wanted was to just enjoy the year with her friend.

Logically she knew nothing could separate them forever, they'd already proved that true, but still. She knew that with the way she truly felt about the man sitting next to her nothing was going to be easy. She wanted to be honest, but she was terrified that he didn't feel the same and things would change. Pathetic she knew, but Penny was willing to admit that she was a coward.

A soft bark caught her attention, bringing her gaze down from where she'd been staring at the sky. She smiled, reaching out to give Patch, her dalmatian puppy, a scratch behind the ear.

"Yes, I know, you're the goodest boy, aren't you?"

she cooed, using a softer baby tone, gaining her another bark and the weight of the twenty something pound puppy in her lap.

She laughed, the weight causing her to lean backwards, as she settled into a new position to comfortably hold the dog in her lap. Sure there were benches everywhere, but Penny preferred to sit on the ground. She'd bugged Pint to remember to pack a blanket so they could lay it out and make their own small comfy space where they could hang out and enjoy the bonfire. They were close enough to feel the warmth, but far enough to be able to enjoy themselves and not feel crowded. It was nice, somewhat intimate, but open enough for any of their friends to find them if they happened to pass by.

She loved it. Hopefully they could make this a tradition or something, seeing as they still had two more years to look forward to after their current one. The redhead was positive she could get Pint to agree. She hid a smirk at the thought, pretending to rub at her nose so she could cover her mouth. He could pretend otherwise, but Penny knew that he had a hard saying no to her when it came to things like this.

"So, I know we tried a few things already, but was there anything else we wanted to sample?"

she asked, stretching out a bit on the blanket so she was laying on her back as Patch shifted as well, pressing all his weight into her stomach as he laid his head on her chest. A small 'oomph!' escaped her as the breath was kicked from her lungs. Taking in another breath, she adjusted quickly - thankfully - and gave the dog another scratch behind the ears. She was used to becoming a human shaped dog bed for her spoiled pup.

Maybe Pint was right and she spoiled him a little too much sometimes...

"Or did you want to skip straight to dessert?"

she continued like nothing happened. Which, honestly, it hadn't.

"Cause I can feel my sweet tooth kicking in."

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  “Katherine, what the fuck is this?”
  
  Kitty Serrano lazily looked up from her tablet to meet the fiery glare of her brother, Beckett. “Whatever do you mean, my darling older brother?”
  
  “You sold this subsidiary without my signature. You’re not allowed to do that.”
  
  “That subsidiary was Daddy’s. I think I’m allowed to do what I damn well please with my inheritance. It was hemorrhaging money, so I cut it loose. How is that a problem?”
  
  She could see her brother’s jaw rolling around in that thick skull of his. It made him so much uglier than he already was in her eyes. (Even if the rest of the world seemed to think he was attractive.) “Katherine, did you even mourn our father?”
  
  “Oh, like you mourned our mother?” She scoffed. “Of course I mourned Daddy. I got him the most expensive headstone money could buy, arranged the most lovely funeral for him—which you didn’t attend, by the way—and found him a comfy little casket that surely eased his descent to hell. How much more loving can I be?” Kitty spun her chair around toward the wall, breaking all eye contact with her brother as she returned to the report she was reading. “If that’s all you’re here to do, please leave. I have some work to finish before I go home to pack.”
  
  Hating her brother as much as she did, she knew precisely the expression he had as he stormed out. “You know,” he called back, “you really are a heartless bitch, Katherine.”
  
  “Of course I am. Only someone heartless like me can make more money than a monster like you.”
  
  Her red-painted lips spread into smile as the door slammed shut behind her.
  
  

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  To say Kitty was having the time of her life was an understatement. Having moved back into her apartment early, she had already kicked a stranger out this morning before reporting for her Student Government duties, camera in hand. She’d had the honor of escorting three freshman girlies around, with two of them being Dannykins’s sisters. So of course she knew them already, but she tried not to favor them in front of the third, Rose, who was a cute little slip of a thing. Kitty had a feeling, however, that she had probably said some scandalizing things to the poor flower. She would have to ask Simon to send her an apology gift of some sort, perhaps.
  
  No matter, she had other duties to attend to. With her trusty camera in hand, she was tasked with taking some photos of the bonfire festivities, and she had of course done an amazing job of making Dannykins and Tara Darling look beautiful. That Keaton fellow, well. He was a natural beauty, like herself. Even with the main ceremony over, Kitty made sure to get some candids of other aspects of the party, though that didn’t take long.
  
  She was teetering on the edge of dreadfully bored, and she had never liked being bored.
  
  So she turned to her phone for a brief moment, sending a few choice texts to those she considered her equals, or even the subordinates she valued above all the other lackeys on her payroll.
  
  First: Sergio. I do hope you plan on paying me a visit tonight, or I’ll be very upset. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she considered going a bit farther, but that would be too needy, wouldn’t it? And if there was anything Katherine Serrano absolutely did not need, it was the attentions of a man. Even if it pissed her off when this particular man played hard to get. That was her role.
  
  Next: Dannykins. Darling heart, you were wonderful tonight. Debrief later on my tour with your beloved sisters? If she knew the Rockers family the way she did, and she had observed them for years, the two young ones were going to try—and fail—to get their sister’s direct attention. They had persistence, and she had to give them that. But it was Kitty’s particular brand of tenacity that had kept her best friend talking to her all these years. Hopefully by the time she graduated she would get her darling Dannykins to finally let them in again. It was exhausting to watch, and she hated soap operas.
  
  Then: Simon. Welcome back, dear. I hope the mascot costume isn’t sweltering. Coffee tomorrow, say 9 am sharp? Thank you dearest xoxo. Of course she would let him have this night off. She wasn’t a totally heartless bitch, no matter what she’d claimed to her brother. Besides, she’d always enjoyed the WDU mascot.
  
  Finally, her brother. Fluffing her hair, she sent a selfie to dreadful Beckett, making sure she looked her hottest. Too bad you’ll miss out on another year of my queendom, Becky. He didn’t respond, but Kitty knew he was throwing something right about now. Oh, how she loved to torment him.
  
  Now the question was: what to do with herself for right now. She didn’t fancy staying alone, and yet, she was enjoying being the hottest thing around. Pursing her lips, she smirked as she surveyed the festivities, searching for someone to (lovingly) ambush.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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Maya was late.

She had to be at WDU before Mama R, because she had orientation so she left before she did but not before promising that she would come and find her at the bonfire. Once she had got to school, she went to where she was suppose to go, and got her dorm assignments while also meeting her student goverment person? Apparantly she had someone to guide her through the school and give her tour. Her's was Marceline with another girl called Aria. Once they had gotten all of their things dropped off to their dorm, she was rushed off to the tour. It was kinda fun, and enjoyable. She had a lot of questions about clubs and subjects which Marcy had been so kind to answer her. Once they had separated, Maya ventured off to explore the school on her own.

Then her family called her once again.

They had been calling her every day, and she had been just ignoring them. Sending them to voicemail as soon as she sees it was them. This time was no different. She knew they were calling her to come back home and she refused. She was doing something for herself for once and not for the island she had called home. So after that, she went around more, and soon she had lost track of them, and was running to the bonfire. Her phone dinged with a message from Mama R, and she groaned knowing that she was serious. To called her Mai-Mai and demand a hug? That means she better hurry up. Once she got to the bonfire, she moved in the crowd looking for her. Finding her near the face paint booth. She rushed over there.

"I'm here Mama, I'm sorry...I might have gotten a bit distracted." She said smiling softly at her. Maya then opened her arms "You said you wanted a hug?"

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  “Ma petite, why must you and your brother argue so?” Alice pouted and stroked her daughter’s hair, her voice covering Marceline like a fuzzy blanket. Even after all these years in America, her French accent had never diminished. It was truly the only comfort in this household nowadays.
  
  “Il est pénible, Maman.” Marcy huffed in a very unladylike fashion, crossing her arms and turning up her nose. “If Bentley won’t play nice, then I won’t either. As far as I’m concerned, Tom is my one true brother.”
  
  A sigh from the Frenchwoman. “I wish you two would put this behind you. You’re famille, and that is everything.” Alice placed her hand gently on Marcy’s leg, giving her a small, strained smile. “I know my marriage hasn’t helped things, but—can you please try to get along? Pour moi?”
  
  Marcy sighed. She had never been able to say no to her mother, and she doubted she would ever do so. Not when she was practically Alice’s clone in every sense. Holding her mother’s hand, she gave her a smile. “I’ll try, Maman. But I can’t promise it will happen right away.”
  
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  For all intents and purposes, Marcy had been running around campus since she arrived. Running errands for the Student Government, for Daniella, and of course for herself, though that was a significant minority, considering. Tablet in hand, she had to make sure things ran smoothly for the bonfire festivities, or the academic year was off to a poor start.
  
  Thankfully, she was so busy that she hadn’t had time to even speak to her brothers since they arrived, and she preferred to keep it that way. While she adored darling Tom with all her heart, speaking to him meant risking the chance that she would have to face Bentley, and she was not prepared for that conversation just yet. Especially seeing as they were roommates, which—how was that fair? Why couldn’t she get Tom as her roomie? Ugh, whatever. Anyway.
  
  Before the ceremony, she had checked in on the guestbook, making sure the two students in charge of it had everything running smoothly. Check. Oh, but she had to sign her own name, too! Doubly check. Everything seemed to be in order for the bonfire, and Marcy tried to ignore the way her stomach reacted to the delicious smells of the treats around. She had more important things to do than eat. Daniella was counting on her!
  
  Striding over to the main stage, Marcy’s gaze was entranced by the ceremony itself, her eyes caught on the three figures onstage. How she almost wished she was one of them, but, at the same time, she didn’t want the smell of smoke to be permanently etched into her new dress. Smoke and pink did not mix, and so she much preferred staying on the ground, keeping an eye on things. It made a lovely sight, though!
  
  The formal part over with, Marcy stepped closer to the stage, hugging her tablet to her chest as she shaded her eyes with her other hand. “Is there anything else you need done, Madame President?” Marcy never presumed to use nicknames with Daniella, as she honestly thought it would be too rude. This job was important to her, especially for her future prospects, and she wanted to make sure her future employers knew just how professional she could be. Thank goodness Bentley wasn’t around to ruin that for her. “The guestbook is in safe keeping, awaiting your instructions.”’
  
  It was the beginning of a new school year, which meant it was a new semester to keep proving herself worthy of Daniella Rockers’s faith and trust in her. No rest for the fashionable.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Danitza shot up in bed in a cold sweat, startled by the darkness swathing her in its grip. It was just like her dream, dark dark dark and pain and screams and—
  
  No. She was in bed. At WDU. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she realized she hadn’t finished unpacking everything, and that was why it was so dark. Usually, she had fairy lights around her bed so that she would always wake up surrounded by light rather than the dark that terrified her and reminded her of—no. She was not going there again. One nightmare was enough.
  
  Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Dani felt around for her phone, checking the time. Almost time for the bonfire, which meant she had to go find her brother. She must have been so tired from moving in earlier that day that she’d fallen asleep. Oh, well. It was unlikely that she was going to sleep very well tonight anyway, so at least she’d gotten some rest. Not that she could consider a nightmare rest of any kind.
  
  Sigh. Dani really didn’t want to leave her room. Was it so bad if she skipped the bonfire. Stay. Go. Stay. Go. Go. Stay! She squeezed her eyes shut as she weighed her options. She could either stay and unpack in the safety of her room, or she could go to the bonfire, with the insane crowd of people that would likely invade her personal space and squeeze her tightly until her heart or her mind gave out, whichever came first—
  
  But. Her brother.
  
  With a groan, Dani unplugged her phone and stood up, smoothing out her skirt and letting go of the plushie she’d unintentionally been squeezing for the past few minutes. Carlos sure was lucky that she couldn’t stand to leave him alone on the first night back. As if he wasn’t the reason she was staying sane thus far.
  
  If this was what her brand of sanity looked like, it was going to be a rough year.
  
  

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  As she thought, the crowd was immense. Dani’s knuckles were pale from gripping Carlos’s sleeve, keeping as close to her lifeline as she could possibly be. Her eyes darted around nervously as she shrank into herself, not wanting to impose on anyone’s personal space while also protecting her own. As much as she could, she avoided the eyes of the other students, not feeling up to a conversation right about now. Not that she would be speaking much.
  
  Glancing up at Carlos, she tried to seek solace in his presence, but she could barely make out his features in this lighting. The bonfire ceremony had been beautiful, if a bit loud for Dani’s tastes, but at least he seemed to be enjoying himself. Even being stuck with his younger sister, he was sticking it out. She’d always admired that about him.
  
  Still, she couldn’t help but think that perhaps she was intruding on something. While there were others—friends! She had to remind herself she had friends!—she could have spent the night with, she was stubbornly clinging to her brother like she was still a baby. At twenty-one years old, she was basically a child still. How awful it must be to still babysit her.
  
  Though her heart sank as she did so, she let go of Carlos’s sleeve. You can go find your friends, if you want. Or Renata. I bet you want to see her. Her signing was smooth, even with the tremble in her fingers, and she smiled weakly up at him. I don’t want to ruin your fun if you’d rather spend tonight with her. I’ll be fine. I still have some unpacking to do…
  
  Her rambling done, she clasped her hands together and kept them in front of her, trying not to show just how nervous the prospect of him leaving her was. But just because she was a wreck in public didn’t mean she had to drag him down with her, right? Right.
  
  This is what being a sister means, she told herself. Carlos deserves to have fun, and I am anything but that.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  So he was now a sophomore at WDU. Finnegan wasn’t sure what to make of that, or even if he was supposed to make anything of it. Frankly, it wasn’t that exciting, but he figured that was what the “in between” years were like. Freshman year was all newness and adjusting to college life, and senior year was focused on the future and hard work leading up to something. Sophomore year was just… being here.
  
  “Did you know ‘sophomore’ actually means ‘wise fool,’ originating from sophister to denote philosophers, or those not-yet-wise students with immature reasoning?” he rambled, not expecting his stepbrother to hear him with all the hullabaloo going on. (And he could say a lot about the word “hullabaloo.”) They had arrived together earlier in the day, settling into their separate dorm rooms before coming right back where they started: together. Not that Ferb would ever say no to his brother’s company. Especially on the first night.
  
  But now that they were here, Ferb wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. The memory of last year’s bonfire was a bit hazy, and he truly wasn’t sure what to make of the large crowd of people in front of them. His hand instinctively reached for Perry, finding solace in the vibrating of their pet platypus. They would have to keep a close on him in case he wandered off. Not that they ever lost him for more than five seconds.
  
  Ferb had friends, he was very proud of it, but something prevented him from stepping too far away from his stepbrother. Although they’d decided they’d needed to branch out, make some new friends, Ferb had missed Fin dearly. His other half. He would never have the guts to admit it outright, but he was glad that they had come to the bonfire together. A last hurrah before the academic year and all their extracurriculars swept them in different directions.
  
  Well, enough sentimental mumbo-jumbo. Ferb’s gaze zeroed in on the giant Jenga on the lawn. Images filled his mind of the towers they could make and challenge people not to knock over, the sorts of contraptions they used to make together back in the day. A rare grin spread across Ferb’s face as he tugged on Finley’s sleeve and pointed to the Jenga.
  
  Rather than ask his brother if he wanted to try his hand at the giant Jenga, Ferb said: “Did you know Jenga blocks aren’t identical, and in fact have subtle differences to make any construction with them unstable?”
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Keaton positively basked in the applause from his adoring public. What a successful ceremony that had been, and it was all thanks to his glorious perfection, of course! It had been his first time ringing in the new school year with the effigy burning, but it had gone off without a hitch. Of course, he knew next year and the year after that would be even better. (Because there was no way he wasn’t going to still be president of Omicron Alpha the next two years. This was his empire!)
  
  With all the grace afforded him in his perfect body, Keaton leaped off the stage following the ceremony. He landed in a somersault and in seconds was on his feet, hands in the air, waiting for the praise and adoration that would surely follow. And oh, did it. Students came up to tell him what a great performance he had given, and they were absolutely right. It was the performance of a lifetime, wasn’t it? He thanked them with all the grace a king—no, emperor—like him should afford his subjects.
  
  Then, just as quickly, the crowd was gone.
  
  He didn’t let the smile disappear from his face, because that would mean he was feeling anything less than perfect, and he could never do that, no no. But there was that inky feeling deep in his chest that he knew was signaling something darker within him, and he couldn’t very well let that take over, now, could he?
  
  Right. He needed a distraction, and stat. Later was the time when he would address these concerns, and preferably with Mrs. Aguilar. Oh, how he wished she was at this bonfire so he could continue the progress they had made last semester. Bernard had only been so helpful with tending to the pit in his chest over the summer, and now he had no Bernard.
  
  Seriously, was it so hard for WDU to bring some llamas to this damn bonfire?
  
  Enough of that. He would see Mrs. Aguilar tomorrow. Though Paula would forever be Mom to him, the guidance counselor was also something of a mother in his eyes. She always knew exactly what to say to loosen the claws around his lungs, and she was perhaps one of the first people to see him and not immediately form an opinion of him, positive or negative. In his own strange way, he adored her, but he would never quite admit that, because that was a bit sad of an emperor like him to ever feel.
  
  So. The distraction. Yes. Someone to harass talk to! Hm, he wasn’t seeing his darling Tamara or his lovely Leah anywhere, but even if he did, he was sure they were occupied by their boys. And, well, he didn’t want to talk to either of them. Scary stuff. Both of them could and would punch him in the face if he stepped out of line, and he was NOT ruining his gorgeous face!
  
  Sigh. What does a poor, beautiful, perfect emperor to do?
  
  Oho! What was this? He spotted a member of his executive board on the horizon! A handsome specimen, but he couldn’t compare to Keaton himself, obviously. Still, Sergio was a man of refined taste, or at least that’s what Keaton told himself. So, yes, he had found his distraction. Poor guy. What a lucky man, indeed!
  
  “SERGIO! And how are you this fine evening, my beloved Treasurer?” Keaton called across the grass, striding over as if he had more of an actual purpose than just trying not to be alone. “I hope you had a wonderful summer as I did, yes, but of course you did! You’re a busy man.”
  
  Ah, but Sergio was accompanied by someone. Keaton was not going to squint as he remembered the name… ah… ah! No. He didn’t know it. Pity. Giving the younger man a winning smile, he turned back to Sergio. “Beautiful ceremony, wasn’t it? But of course it was—I was up there.” He laughed boisterously, clapping Sergio on the shoulder. “But enough about that. I had a very, very serious business-related question for you.”
  
  Keaton leaned in closer, his smile fading into a solemn look. He parted his lips and asked the most important question of the academic year: “Now how much is in the budget for parties and dramatic entrances?”
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Percy could’ve stayed in his room and watched A Canterlot Wedding for the umpteenth time, but there was one rub in a plan such as that: it didn’t involve DESTROYING everyone at cornhole.
  
  He couldn’t tell where such talent had come from, since he wasn’t exactly practicing cornhole day in and day out. But perhaps it was the spirit of his inner Rainbow Dash shining through, telling him just how awesome a throw he needed to give in order to win. And that was all he needed.
  
  Having just won his fourth game, Percy took a bit of a break to stretch his arms. Windmill them, if you will. Or, rather, he rolled his shoulders to get them moving in more directions than just that used for an underhanded toss. There we go. The crack and pop was a good sign, he was pretty sure. Oh, whatever. He wasn’t a science guy. He was a Brony.
  
  “C’mon, everybody, surely someone out there will be a challenge!” he teased, holding his arms out. The other players rolled their eyes and went off to play one of the other lawn games, leaving Percy to his own devices. Which was a mistake, because it meant he was just going to practice some more.
  
  One… two… three! He released the bean bag, and it soared straight into the opposite board’s hole. “And the crowd goes wild!” Percy cupped his hands around his mouth and mimicked the sounds of a crowd cheering. The grin wouldn’t leave his face, and he felt glad that he had indeed left his room, and his wonderful Pinkie Pie plushie, and gone outside.
  
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  He was shivering. Why was he shivering? It wasn’t that cold. He was wearing layers, for God’s sake. There was a fire. This didn’t make any logical sense. Why on earth would he be shivering like this at the end of summer with a fire going and three layers on?
  
  Kadara was going to be here.
  
  Ah, that was probably it. So this wasn’t shivering. This was anxiety. But not just any anxiety, oh no. The anxiety of someone who had taken a gap year in solidarity with his best friend, so they could graduate together. A best friend who had been gone for an entire year, with nothing but emails and texts and video chats to keep their communications going. An entire year without her smile right next to him, an entire year of missing her and wanting to build pillow forts and get up to nonsense with Tarus like when they were kids and—so he’d missed her, was the point.
  
  In normal people, he was given to understand, there was excitement at the prospect of a reunion. But not Myles. No, he’d gotten used to a year of only him and Tarus, and not Kadara around. More importantly, his heart was only used to Tarus, and his best friend was about the least panic-inducing person on the planet to him. Not that Kadara caused him panic! But, well… his feelings got in the way of a normal interaction with her.
  
  It was a good thing his best friend was studying health, because Myles was fairly sure his was out of wack. Not that that was a surprise, after years of living with a defective heart. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time.
  
  “Do you think she got held up?” Myles asked Tarus, his knees bouncing even though he was standing. Maybe he should sit down. No, then his knees would bounce worse. He was a wreck. “Should we grab some food for her in case she’s running late?”
  
  Myles was clearly having a hard time trying to calm down. He felt like he was melting, but at least he wasn’t shivering anymore. But man, the fire was hot. (YES HE KNOWS FIRE IS HOT.) “I might be losing it a little bit. Mind punching me or—no, wait, actually, don’t do that. Pinch me instead, I can take that. Or—wait, don’t do that either. Crap.” Keep calm, dude! “Tarus, I’m really nervous. Is it normal to be this nervous?”
  
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  “So you’re really not going to tell them what you’re majoring in yet?” Aurelia wasn’t judgmental as she asked—in fact, her smile was sad and resigned, as if she’d already figured out this was what was going to happen.
  
  “They’ll probably find out on Parents’ Day or whatever they have,” Audrey pointed out, shutting her last suitcase firmly. “I’m still going to join the swim team, I just… won’t be doing that with all of my time.” She sat down on her bed, the only thing in this room that remained intact after all her packing. “Do you think they’ll be mad?”
  
  “Probably shocked that they didn’t notice.” Aurelia sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her. Audrey naturally leaned into her older sister, taking comfort in the only member of her family who knew about her real dream. “But their other daughters all did swimming or water-related careers, so how upset can they really be, honestly? It makes you happy, so they should be happy.”
  
  “Thanks, Rel. I’ll miss you.”
  
  “I’ll miss you, too, squirt. Knock ‘em dead with that voice of yours.”
  
  “No promises.” But she sure was going to try.
  
  

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  Was it weird that Audrey thought orientation was sort of a blast?
  
  A member of the Student Government had been assigned to show her around campus, and he was really nice and helpful! Audrey considered herself lucky that the vice president himself was showing her around. Not only that, but the other girl in their little group, Melanie, also loved swimming! They instantly clicked, and she was thrilled to already have a friend here at WDU. With barely any time having passed since she’d moved in officially!
  
  Now it was time for this bonfire event, but since she was still new and wasn’t sure what this was all about, Audrey and Melanie were meeting up with Kit again for another “tour.” Thankfully, he’d agreed, and so Audrey had gone to the gardens to wait for him, joined by Melanie.
  
  “That ceremony sure was something!” she said, still gazing in the direction of the bonfire. “I wonder if all the big events are this elaborate!” And Audrey certainly wouldn’t have a problem with it if that was the case!
  
  Hearing her name, Audrey perked up and waved back to Kit, grinning. “Hello again!” She shook her head. “Oh no worries, I’m sure you’re busy! The school’s enormous, but kind of cozy, too, in a way?” Audrey shrugged, not quite sure if she was making sense. Nevertheless, she continued, “I think this bonfire thing is really cool, though! Is it like this every year?”
  
  She was pumped up. This was like a party, right? Or a festival? And Audrey loved things like that! (Perks of having a huge family that always made up a good portion of the attendees.) “Is there somewhere we should go first? Or, Melanie, is there something you want to do?” Audrey realized she’d probably been rambling a bit and decided to dial it back (a smidgen) to allow room for the other two to breathe.
  
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"Honestly, thank god we decided to come back together..."

Renata muttered, looking up from her phone to glance at her best friend, Tanner.

"Thank you again for helping me lug all my stuff back."

she thanked the other girl. While Renata liked to think of herself as smart and capable, she was still a bit of a girl's girl, packing too much. There were a few things that were now safely unpacked in her room that she doubted she'd need, but she just didn't want to take the chance. It wasn't like she'd be able to pop back home in case she forgot anything.

Luckily for her though, her best friend was truly a gem, and had been willing to help her. Tanner was too good to her, she knew that. But she'd be a fool to let her first friend ever get away from her. Not that she thought they could ever be separated, they were practically sisters. They'd do anything for each other.

They'd made it back to school a little after orientation for the first years, giving them both plenty of time to unpack before the actual start of the bonfire and its fellow events. Despite having attended her previous two years, Renata couldn't help but look forward to what would no doubt be a night full of relaxing fun. She could definitely use it before she had to dive in and focus on her schooling and her responsibilities to her extracurriculars. Not to mention all of the practice time she was going to have to fit in. For both her major and for the dance team. She could already see herself collapsing into bed, exhausted and ready to pass out for the next few weeks. She couldn't wait.

And no, that wasn't sarcastic. Well. Maybe it was a little.

Hopefully she'd be able to settle into a routine quickly and find enough time to spend with her boyfriend, Carlos, along with Tanner and Sergio and her other friends. Though, those three were the ones that took priority, so they came first. Obviously.

Speaking of Carlos, Renata focused back on her phone, finishing the text she was sending to her boyfriend.

'Just made it back with Tanner! Hope you and Dani made it back alright too. Let me know if you want to meet up later at the bonfire? xoxo'

Tapping send, she made sure the message went through before locking her phone and sliding it into her bag. Clapping her hands together, she spun on her toes so she was facing Tanner.

"Alright! Where are we going first? Food or games? Watch someone make a fool of themselves? What's your fancy?"

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It was a bright, fun filled, action packed day, and Haruki was always living the college dream. At least, he certainly thought so. He’d spent the last few years desperately missing his best friend, Ben, hearing stories about his time at school, and now that he was finally here? He was ready to live this experience to the fullest.

He’d arrived early this morning, in time for orientation and met with his student guide, Sergio beforehand. The older student was extremely helpful and was more than willing to put up with his excited ramblings and questions, leaving the green-haired boy very happy. While he had plenty of questions for Ben, he was grateful to have someone else he could talk to if he wasn’t sure of something.

He’d just left the group of other freshmen he’d been a part of and started wandering, looking for his best friend that said he was going to finish showing him around campus and the events for the upcoming bonfire. He was really excited! Now if only he could find Ben…

“Now if I were Ben, where would I be hiding…”

he mumbled, narrowing his eyes into a squint as he scanned the open area before him. You’d think it would be easy to find a tall curly haired blonde guy wandering around, but he guessed not.

Oh well, he’d find him eventually.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Haru continued his stroll, whistling to himself and taking everything in. The campus truly was beautiful and he couldn’t wait to dive headfirst into his classes, everything seemed so new and up to date. It was almost like he was a kid in a candy shop when he saw the labs when he’d done his tour of the robotics department. He was sure if he thought about it long enough then he was definitely going to end up vibrating out of his skin. Which would suck, actually so he should definitely try to focus on something else, like…oh!

“Ben!”

he called out excitedly, waving one arm wildly in the air.

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To say Melanie was nervous would be the understatement of the year. As she stood looking at the college ahead of her, she wished for nothing more than to be on her family’s boat somewhere in the Caribbean, far away from the crowds and unfamiliar faces. The buzz of the crowd around her only amplified her sense of isolation. She couldn't help but fear that this might be her entire college experience: alone, lingering by a wall, watching others having fun while she stayed on the sidelines. Looking out at the sea of people made her stomach twist with anxiety. How could anyone make friends in a place this overwhelming? And, really, who would approach the shy girl clinging to the wall, too afraid to take the first step?

Thankfully, Melanie was placed with Kit and Audrey for orientation—two people who seemed to put her nerves at ease from the start. By the time the tour wrapped up, and she’d exchanged phone numbers with Kit, she couldn’t believe how different she felt compared to when she’d first arrived at WDU. That morning, she had been ready to bolt from the college altogether, but now here she was, strolling around campus with her new friend Audrey and looking forward to meeting up with Kit later at the bonfire. She would be lying if she said she felt entirely comfortable with the crowds around her, but with Audrey and Kit now in her corner, she had a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could survive this year after all.

“Hey, Kit, no worries at all! We just got here ourselves,” she replied with a smile, pleasantly surprised by how easy the conversation flowed between the three of them. She listened as Audrey excitedly shared her thoughts about the school, nodding in agreement. “I’m definitely going to get lost a lot here,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice.

When Audrey turned her attention toward Melanie, she glanced around them, biting her lip in thought. “Nothing is really sticking out to me, so I’m happy to do whatever. But maybe we could slowly make our way into the crowds, if that’s okay?” she suggested, a slight twinge of nerves evident in her tone. She quickly brushed it off with a smile, hoping to convey her enthusiasm despite the slightly bubbling anxiety as she noticed a crowd forming around the bonfire.

As though a sudden idea had struck her, Melanie's eyes widened momentarily as she looked at Kit. "Oh I hope you don't feel like you have to stay with us, I know we agreed to meet up again, I just hope we aren't keeping you from your friends" her words came out a little rush with a slight twinge of panic present in her tone.

"Maybe there’s a little mermaid in all of us

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The first day back at WDU was as expected: loud, chaotic, and full of excitement. Carlos and Danitza had arrived early, hoping to ease her into the new semester before the crowds poured in. Of course, he didn’t tell his sister that; he’d played it off like he was the one who needed an early start. After they got to campus and found Dani’s room, they parted ways, promising to meet up later for the bonfire. Leaving the perfect amount of time to drop his own bags in his dorm before going to his favorite spot on the green for a long awaited smoke.

Carlos lay on the grass, watching the lost first-years running around and grin pulled at his lips. He remembered being in their shoes just two years ago, feeling like he’d never get a grip on the place. Now, as a third-year, he knew the school like the back of his hand, well for the most part anyway.

Carlos pulled out his phone, intending to text his girlfriend, only to see that she had beaten him to it. His grin grew as he opened her message and he quickly responded.

Was just about to text you! We got in early to beat the crowds. Yes definitely want to see you I'm meeting back up with Dani now to take her to the bonfire so let me know when you get there see you later xoxo

Putting his phone back into his pocket, Carlos slowly stood up and stretched, feeling stiff from lying on the grass for so long. It didn’t take him long to reach the meeting point, where he spotted his sister waiting. He waved and, with a grin, took her arm in his, for her comfort as they began to walk toward the bonfire together. Carlos noticed his sisters tension almost immediately and his eyes darted down to look at her now white knuckles from hanging on so tight. He had just begun to slow his pace when his sister suddenly dropped his arm and Carlos turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't be silly hermanita, I want to spend time with you" he told her as he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him "now how about we go over there and have a seat for a bit?" he suggested pointing out a quiet spot by the back of the crowd.

Once he received confirmation from her, Carlos began to guide them towards a more quiet spot of the bonfire, a bit more away from the crowd that had gathered. He sat down on the grass, stretching his legs out in front of him "So how are you feeling about being back? Have you seen any of your friends yet?" he asked her.

"It’s all about having a good time!"

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Back at it again with the best brother one could ask for, Fin couldn’t wait to start the year off with a bang! He and Finn had arrived earlier, making sure to get settled in their respective dorms, before meeting up again to enjoy what was officially their last night of freedom before their schooling and extracurriculars took up their free time.

Perry was happily walking along beside them, vibrating as he usually did, which was a small comfort. Seeing as eventually the brothers would have to separate once more. He knew that it was for the best, they were supposed to be learning how to be more independent and not do everything together. Which was hard considering they shared so many of the same interests! It’s why they got along so well when they met all those years ago when their parents married.

It was hard to remember why they were doing this sometimes, but Fin knew he needed to power through. After all, it wasn’t like they’d never see each other again. They shared some classes and clubs, so they’d definitely see each other soon, not to mention they’d probably be texting whenever they had a free moment.

He just had to keep reminding himself of all the good things that were going to be coming. He was in his second year of college, and that meant something to him. He was doing well and was excited to learn even more.

“Really?”

he asked, drawn out of his thoughts by his brother. He was rambling off another random fact, and while Fin didn’t know where they came from, they were definitely interesting!

“Huh, well I guess that makes sense.”

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“Seeing as all those advisors at the end of last year kept talking about making sure to take this year seriously before it was too late to change things.”

Fin was probably rambling as well, but once he was on a roll, it was hard to stop. His brother was used to it, but he’d rather not go into a long drawn out monologue about what had happened with his advisors at the end of his freshman year. He winced at the reminder of the small fire he’d started in his programming class when one of his tests on his end of year project caught fire.

His ears had been ringing for quite a while after that meeting…

Shaking his head quickly, he vowed not to keep thinking of how much of a mess that had been. It was the bonfire! Last year, he’d been a freshman and unsure of where everything went and where to go. But now? Now he had some experience and he couldn’t wait to enjoy everything to the fullest!

A tug on his sleeve brought his attention back to his brother, who was now sporting a grin. Instantly he grinned as well. He didn’t know what it was that had brought a rare expression to his brother’s face, but he was glad. Although once he followed the other’s gaze to the giant jenga blocks, everything clicked into place.

“Makes sense,”

he agreed, his own mind running a mile a minute.

“What do you say we go give it a shot?”

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'Shape up, Rory!'

Such a short and simple phrase, but it was one that held so much meaning. Too much, if you asked Rory. It always echoed with her mother's shrill voice in her ears, and if it wasn't for her brother's she would've never risked going back home, Danny's promise or not. She couldn't stand the woman who gave birth to her, but the temptation to see her brothers again was too sweet. And honestly, the visit back home to Scotland could have been worse. On her own, she definitely didn't have the money to pay for the flight there and back but after Danny had threatened her mother via their companies cooperation, the elder woman had caved and in an offer of goodwill, had bought the tickets so the redhead could come home for the summer.

Overall, she loved spending time with her brothers, but when she wasn't with them, she was practically locked in her room and left to her own devices. The boys were on their way to being the perfect heirs her parents had wanted, and despite their young age, they had plenty of social events to attend with other toddlers and young children. Events that she wasn't invited to. Which was fine, she hadn't wanted to attend them anyway, but she was lonely. Despite struggling to let others in, she didn't like being alone. And that's what she'd been.

Alone.

So it was almost a relief when it came time for her to come back to the States for her second year. She missed her brothers, but she was glad to be able to be back in a place that she actually considered home.

She'd arrived very early in the morning, and took a cab straight to campus, probably being one of the first few to arrive. Rory took advantage of this by getting settled in her dorm first, even taking a small nap to shake off her jet lag, knowing that she was going to have a late night due to the bonfire. Something she'd definitely been looking forward to, she couldn't wait to meet up with everyone again, her limbs ready to get back in business and jump straight into practice, even if it wasn't an official one.

Which led her to hanging around the tents set up to advertise different clubs and sports. Having an obvious bias to the sports teams, she stuck to the one end, bouncing between the football, soccer, and volleyball areas. Having just left the volleyball teams tent, she was headed over to look and see how the soccer team's advertising was going when she caught sight of another familiar redhead.

"Tessa!"

she called out, a small grin on her face as she jogged across the pathway to reach the older redhead.

"How're you doing? How was your summer?"

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Looking around the campus grounds that were packed full of people, Oliver couldn't help but be grateful that he'd managed to lock Chess safely away in his dorm room. He'd texted his roommates, letting them know to be careful when they arrived so that the small cat didn't escape when they made their way in. He'd closed the door to his own room with her inside, but he wouldn't put it past the sneaky little black cat to find a way to open his door and have free reign of the apartment. She'd done it before, and he had no doubt she'd do it again, especially since she'd been mad to be left behind.

But it was for the best though, with all the people out and about, it would've been far too easy for her to get lost and stepped on, or even worse. And he loved that little stinker far too much to risk such a thing happening to her. He could handle her being mad at him for a few days over her being injured. He'd just have to grovel whenever he got home, which was something he was - unfortunately - used to doing when it came to Chess.

Clearly she was a tad spoiled. At least he wasn't the only one to blame for that, his one roommate, Dani, was the other main perpetrator. He couldn't blame her though, Chess was quite adorable, and when she was such a tiny little kitten, constantly yelling for attention, only a monster could have ignored her.

With his luggage and Chess safely squared away, Oliver was more than ready to kick off the rest of the day and night with a bang. Some time at home had been nice, and the surprise visit from his parents had been interesting, but he couldn't wait to get back to campus and see some of his favorite people. Plus, the night of the bonfire was always a great night to party and let loose before they had to buckle down and take their classes seriously. Well, at least he did. It was his final year before he truly had to go off on his own, and while he'd more or less become self-sufficient over the years, he still had a bit of a safety net, and it would be hard to lose that.

"Man, I need a drink..."

he muttered, running a hand through his hair, ruffling the curly strands. Surely there was someone he recognized nearby that he could start the night off with?

Merging with the crowd headed through the welcoming booth, he was grateful to find a somewhat clear area to escape to, having caught sight of a cooler. He crouched down, opening the lid and began digging, frowning as he only saw soft drinks.

"Ugh, man I'm gonna have to go looking for the right cooler aren't I?"

he grumbled to himself, taking a coke out before standing up and shutting the lid. Cracking the can open, he took a drink, grateful for at least something to quench his thirst.

He turned, planning to try and make his way back through the crowd only to come face to face with someone he did recognize. A grin split across Oliver's face as he lowered his drink, greeting the blonde in front of him.

"Hayden, long time no see man."

he reached out with his free hand, knocking the other man in the shoulder lightly.

"You been here long, or did you just get here?"

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The couple had arrived at Walt Disney University just as the hustle of move-ins had calmed. Emil, already familiar with the campus, effortlessly guided her through the grounds. His calm presence was a welcome contrast to the nervous energy of the day, especially when it came to the overwhelming sense of anxiety and happiness all these students were omitting. Avoiding crowds was always a must with Meg, this time was no different. The trip around campus was pleasant. Although not entirely detailed, he showed her all the must hit spots that in his opinion were worth seeing. Straight and to the point. Always so appreciative. Megan was not one to loiter around and surely was not one of the social ones so the more discreet the locations were, the better. He took her to the art department first, pointing out the classrooms and studios where she’d be spending most of her time in, given her choice of subjects. Megan, silently assessing the space, felt a quiet excitement stir. Her passion for design and tattoo artistry would find a home here.

Rarely the female feels a spark of enjoyment, no, excitement. She had to admit, after their time apart while Emil was here - it took a bit of a toll on their relationship. The pair had never been separated for that long. They had always been next to each other since the moment they met when she had just entered high school. Emil was quite the lightning drop the minute their eyes locked. The look in his eyes may have been misty at points but Meg had always been sure when they were alright and when they weren't. Megan decided to simply not poke her finger in the hole if there was one, so to speak.

It was simply a hunch. A hunch that bubbled the minute their relationship took a long distance stance.

The fact that there was a period been semester where he was radio silent, unsettled her. Meg has been supportive of this step; them going to university together. The pair did not want to be stuck living in a trailer all their lives. In fact, they had been saving up for an apartment near the university in hopes of moving in together there which was now a reality.

As they continued their tour, Emil led her to a few secluded spots. The quiet places he had discovered during his first year. One was a hidden corner of the campus library, nestled between towering bookshelves and large windows that let in just enough light for studying or sketching in peace. Another was a small courtyard tucked behind one of the older buildings, shaded by oak trees with a couple of benches where he liked to sit and write music. It didn’t take long for Megan to appreciate the solitude of these places, where she could easily lose herself in her sketchbook, while Emil could tune his guitar, and both could enjoy their own creative processes in peace. Their shared appreciation for quiet moments made these spaces feel almost like a sanctuary.

By the time they finished the tour, most of the students had already settled into their dorms. Megan’s heart felt a little lighter knowing that Emil’s room was just next door to hers. Despite being independent for the majority of her life, it felt unsettling not to have him in the same space as her like they always been to this day. She hoped for a cozy evening together after they unpacked, perhaps curled up on her bed with music playing in the background.

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The campus bonfire, though, was hard to ignore. Even if she hadn’t been interested, it seemed like everyone was talking about it. As much as she valued her privacy, Megan’s curiosity was slowly getting the better of her.

With a soft sigh, the female tilted her head upward, glancing at her boyfriend's chin. She had been so comfortable being lazy with her back against Emil's chest and her phone in hand, Megan felt the comfort of the moment. A familiar warmth that wrapped around her like a protective shield. The two of them lounged on her bed, watching a video, but her mind kept drifting to the bonfire. With a hand on his thigh, she adjusted a bit up and turned up her head slightly to meet his eyes.

"Maybe we should go check it out,"

she mused in a nonchalant manner, her tone low but curious.

"I’ve been hearing about it all day… might as well see what the hype is."

It was true... the minute those words left her lips, she sort of regretted it. Honestly, she could hear the faintness of the crowd in the background, more evident if the window had been open. Gnawing on her lower lip, she swung her legs along the bed's edge to slip on her boots as she awaited the verdict of their potential night change of plans from him.

"So? What do you say for an unusual hang at the bonfire, love?"

she tilted her head a bit to tuck a couple of vibrant red strands behind her ears from the loosely braided hair she donned right now.

Megan was sure he was not going to deny her the opportunity to witness something new at least once. They had been deprived from so many things in their lives that it was nice to have their small moments of enjoyment from time to time. It rekindled something in Meg whenever they shared such moment. It gives her the motivation she doesn't know she is looking for at most. It was her first year after all. What's the use of sitting in a dorm when you can lurk around to see the atmosphere around her. Get a lay of the land a bit more.

The red-head was nothing if not prepared. She wanted to recon all she could around her fellow peers. First impressions. Who to avoid, who seems okay as far as Megan's standards and well... she was certain that the smell of delicacies was slowly wafting it's own way to the dorm building right now.

"Hmm, maybe even continue the nightly part of my tour? I can smell ..."

she jokingly sniffed, especially since the window was closed,

"... BBQ? doughnuts?"

A subtle chuckle escaped her lips at her attempt to point out that she was also getting a little bit hungry. If there was food being offered, she was not going to shy out. It was no secret her finances drained with the new apartment in the works but also... she still had to be careful on her spendings.

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From the moment Ben stepped foot on the WDU campus that morning the grin hadn't faltered from his expression. Not only was he thrilled to be back at the school that he absolutely adored but this year he had the added bonus of his best friend, Haruki being here with him. Whilst Ben thoroughly enjoyed college life last year he found himself constantly missing his best friend and wanting to have all these new experiences with him and now he finally would.

Whilst he hadn't actually applied to be a school tour guide due to the fact that he had spent most of the previous year wandering around lost, Ben was pretty upset to find out that he wasn't automatically given the responsibility of showing Haruki around, as if the school administrator would know they were friends. He was content, however, in the knowledge that he would get to show his friend the more secret spots of the college, the spots that couldn't be shown in the traditional tour.

He had spent most of the afternoon unpacking and preparing his room for that semester before deciding to take a stroll around the grounds, taking the scenic route as it were to kill time before the bonfire would officially start.

The excitement on campus was somewhat contagious and even with being a second year student, Ben couldn't help but feed into the first years excitement as he wandered the grounds. His attention being brought left and right as excited new students made new friends and old ones reunited.

A familiar voice broke through his thoughts and his head immediately turned towards the source, his grin only growing as he spotted his friend waving at him. Without any hesitation, Ben began to walk towards him "Hey! how'd it go? who was your guide? do you like the school? isn't it great? "did you see the robotics lab?" he excitedly asked him.

"You have been a good boy. Have a lollipop"

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The last year at Walt Disney University felt like a ticking clock, each second closer to the inevitable goodbye. Eugene didn’t do sentimental, no, not really, but it gnawed at him more than he’d starting to even begin to admit. He couldn’t shake the bittersweetness of it all. As he swung by Leah’s house to pick her up for their road trip a couple of days before as per their annual tradition, he tried to keep his cool as best he could. It did not take much effort for Finn but he did not know what about the blonde made him see through him as if he was made out of see-through glass. Normally, he’d be cracking jokes or singing along to the radio, but today, the bike ride was quieter. He hoped she didn’t notice how tightly he gripped the handle bars to his motorbike which was rather off. As much as he loves rough-housing and not really taking the time of his life to be gentle… the only thing on the planet (emphasis on thing) he handled with care was his precious Maxima, his army green Harley Davidson (here).

Thoughts or lack thereof aside, university ending had one silver lining, one though; their endless road trip. No rules, no schedules, just the open road and his best friend. That, at least, was something to look forward to and he has been ever since they started planning it in their first year.

Settling into campus had never been his thing. Thankfully, Leah had it down to a science. She got his dorm key, arranged his timetable, and somehow made the chaos of moving in seem easy and simple. He’d grunt in thanks, knowing she didn’t need words to understand his appreciation. He had ducked out as soon as he could, though, throwing himself into a cold shower and heading for a jog was all that was on his mind to get himself into proper motion again, especially for tonight’s festivities.

The jog was his reset. The pounding of his feet on the pavement, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the burn in his legs. It was the one time and place he could think without overthinking. Not that he ever did overthink. Here, he didn’t have to worry about what came next or how to put his feelings into words. Everything felt lighter after a run, and by the time he got back to his dorm, he was ready to tackle whatever the night threw his way.

Thankfully, his roommates hadn’t changed. After the nightmare of his first year dorm mate, he had been skeptical about new people. But since second year, things have been smooth sailing. He didn’t bother learning their names; except for Alison, his “quasi-sister,” as he called her. But they didn’t seem to mind. Most of his time was spent either at the campus gym, Leah’s dorm, or the practice field anyway.

After another quick shower to scrub off the sweat from his jog, all the emotional derailment of the day was taking its toll and needed to catch some z’s. Nothing but a quick nap would fix it at all. The male slid into his room and dimmed the blinds to his window, kicking back into bed with a content sigh as the warm sheets comforted his cold and bare back, momentarily closing his eyes. He knew to take a mental note to text both Leah and Alison that he had settled, especially Ally, since Leah was so courteous to actually settle him but… by the time he remembered he was fast asleep.

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The sound of the alarm was faintly heard in the background as the male struggled to wake up. Naps were his downfall most of the time whenever he felt like this. With a couple of rubs to his eyes, he slowly sat up with a couple of grumbles before rolling himself up to find something suitable to wear. Opening his luggage, which was not even unpacked, he rubbed the back of his neck in thought before finding a blue sweater that matched his blue sweatpants. It was sporty but with a casual flare. Not that he bothered with style - his lingo was - loose and comfy for when the sporting need arises, after all. Sliding his white hightops, Eugene emerged from his dorm, peeking over at Alison’s room to see if she was there but sadly, she wasn’t.

He still has not seen her yet, weird. With a sigh, he looked at the time and made his way to his meeting point with Leah which was originally the bonfire center. However as he approached the bonfire, he couldn’t help but feel the familiar buzz of energy in the air. The massive flames roared in the center of the clearing, sending embers crackling into the night sky. The orange glow cast long, flickering shadows over the gathered students, who were laughing, chatting, and challenging each other to feats of strength and daring.

It was his kind of scene.

Dressed in his usual laid-back athletic style, he carried himself with that effortless confidence that made people naturally turn their heads when he walked into a room and usually not the good kind. His broad shoulders and towering frame didn’t hurt either, and the firelight danced across his sharp features, giving him an almost cinematic presence. A few familiar faces called out to him as he passed, and he answered with a nod or a quick wave, but his eyes were already scanning for something, or rather, someone.

Before he could spot his familiar blonde, though, a different opportunity caught his attention. A small crowd had formed near the edge of the fire, their collective cheers and jeers directed at a guy who was flexing his biceps and boasting ever so loudly. The guy was showing off his strength, taking on anyone willing to challenge him in pull-ups, push-ups, or whatever else the crowd could come up with.

Eugene’s lips curved into a sly grin. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. To not show off his skills.

He strode toward the group, his steps purposeful, and the crowd began to part as they noticed his arrival. His reputation preceded him.

”Well, well, what do we have here? Hey, big guy,”

Eugene called out as he approached.

“Showing off, huh? Hope you don’t mind some real competition,”

he said, his voice carrying easily over the noise. He tucked his hands casually into his pockets, his smirk growing as he addressed the show-off,

“You looking for a real challenge, or is this just for the audience, champ?”

The guy turned, clearly sizing Eugene up. He hesitated for a split second before puffing out his chest, refusing to be intimidated.

“You think you can do better?”

Eugene chuckled, the sound low and amused.

“Oh, I don’t think, man. I know.”

The crowd erupted into cheers and laughter as the tension shifted into excitement. This wasn’t just going to be a contest; it was going to be a show. Eugene thrived in moments like this, where the spotlight wasn’t just on him but shining because of him. There once was a time where he was tiny, where he was skinny and so scrawny that he was barely even noticed. Invisible. Due to countless self-fights and struggles, that boy was in the past. Never to be shown again no matter how easy it was to shift back. The key was gaining an increase in his own self-confidence.

He rolled his shoulders, flexed his fingers, and stepped into the center of the circle with a casual confidence that said, This is my stage now. The crowd closed in tighter, eager to see what was about to unfold. Eugene loved the rush of it. The way the adrenaline kicked in, the way the eyes on him pushed him to be even better. For a moment, he forgot about everything else; about the lingering weight of this being their last year, about the strange ache of knowing these moments were finite.

This was his element. And he was just getting started.

Challenge No #1: Arm Wrestling.

The makeshift "arena" was a rough-hewn wooden table, the kind that had probably seen countless games of cards, spilled drinks, and bonfire stories over the years. Eugene rolled up his sleeves, exposing corded muscles that flexed casually as he gripped his opponent's hand. The crowd leaned in, their breath held in anticipation.

“You sure about this, big guy?”

Eugene teased, his voice dripping with mock innocence.

“Just try me,”

his opponent shot back, a confident smirk on his face.

The referee; a girl in a university hoodie who had clearly taken up the role on a whim, counted them down,

“Three... two... one... go!”

The crowd erupted as the match began. Eugene let his opponent press first, holding firm but pretending to struggle just enough to keep it interesting. His jaw tightened as he gave a small grunt, but the twinkle in his eye betrayed the fact that he was playing with the guy.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Eugene asked, voice calm despite the tension in their locked arms. Then, with an effortless push, he slammed his opponent’s hand down. The table shook with the impact.

The crowd roared. Eugene leaned back in his seat, giving the guy a casual shrug,

“Good try, though. Not bad.”

Challenge No #2: The Plank.

“Let’s see how long you can hold, Mr. Show-Off,”

the challenger said, clearly eager to redeem himself.

Eugene dropped into position with a cocky grin, forearms pressed firmly into the grass, his body straight as a board. The crowd circled tightly around them as both men locked eyes, determination etched on their faces. The first few minutes were easy. Eugene’s opponent tried to distract him with small talk, then with taunts, but the jock didn’t bite. He simply smirked, keeping his breathing steady and his core locked.

Five minutes passed and then seven. By the eighth minute, the other guy’s arms were trembling, sweat dripping from his forehead. Eugene, on the other hand, looked entirely too relaxed.

“You good down there?”

he asked, tilting his head to glance at his competitor with his own hint of sweat.

The guy tried to hold on, but his arms buckled, and he collapsed into the grass with a frustrated groan. Eugene straightened up, brushing dirt from his hands.

“Guess endurance isn’t your strong suit either, quite a close call to me though”

he quipped, earning another round of cheers from the crowd as he could feel the burn in his core and arm.

Challenge No #3: Push-Ups.

The third challenge drew a tighter crowd. Push-ups were straightforward - no tricks, no games. Just raw strength.

Eugene and his opponent dropped to the ground as the referee barked out the rules.

“Chest to the ground every time! No cheating!”

At first, they moved in sync, matching each other rep for rep. By the fiftieth push-up, the crowd was counting along, the rhythm picking up speed. Sweat began to bead on Eugene’s forehead, but he kept his pace steady, his breathing controlled. His opponent started faltering around the seventy-fifth push-up, his arms shaking with the effort. Eugene didn’t let up, pushing through the burn in his shoulders and arms. By the time the guy collapsed, Eugene had hit eighty and he threw in an extra one for good measure, grinning as he rose to his feet.

“Three for three,”

he said, smirking down at his competitor,

“This is getting embarrassing for you, huh?”

Challenge No #4: Tree Branch Pull-Ups.

For the fourth challenge, the referee pointed to a sturdy branch on one of the old oak trees near the bonfire. The branch stretched wide, perfect for pull-ups. Eugene and his opponent jumped to grab hold, their hands gripping the rough bark. The crowd began chanting as they pulled themselves up, one after another.

This one was close. Both men were strong, their movements smooth and controlled. Twenty pull-ups in, neither showed signs of stopping. By thirty, the crowd was screaming, urging both men to keep going. Finn could feel the burn in his arms, but he wasn’t about to let up. He glanced sideways at his opponent, who was gritting his teeth, determination etched across his face.

Then came the slip. On the thirty-fifth pull-up, Eugene’s opponent lost his grip, dropping to the ground with a frustrated shout. Eugene tried to hang in there for a moment longer, but failed as his arms gave out just briefly enough to land on both feet. “A tie, my man,” he said, the smirk back on his face. But as the crowd cheered, he heard a familiar voice cutting through the noise.

That was until he heard a familiar voice he could hardly miss. Leah’s call cut through the noise, and he turned to see her waving, her blonde hair catching the light from the fire. She was making her way toward him, weaving through the crowd with a smile that always made his chest feel lighter. He turned, spotting Leah weaving her way through the crowd, her blonde hair glowing in the firelight. The sight of her brought a grin to his face.

Seeing his beautiful companion sifting

“No need to apologise, I was schooling this chump here on real strength and endurance,”

he mused before looking down at her with a soft smile as he returned the embrace briefly due to his sweaty situation, yet again. It was times like these where he blessed his loose clothing. As he focused on Leah, a new and final challenge came to mind,

“You’re just in time for the grand finale,”

he said with a grin as she wrapped her arms around his, a type of warmth he yearned for more than he cared to admit.

“Lucky for you, you’re part of it,”

He turned back to his challenger, cocky smirk firmly in place. “Alright,” he said, clapping his hands together to draw everyone’s attention.

“We’re keeping it simple this time. Squat holds - weighted, of course. First one to give out losses, bites the dust. And, as always, I’ve got the best weight right here.”

He pointed a thumb toward Leah, earning a chorus of laughter and cheers.

It was true. The amount of times that the female had to endure being part of his training, were endless. He figured from her laughs and giggles she always enjoyed them and he enjoyed those joyous sounds that fill the gym with quite hearth.

His competitor raised an eyebrow, confused, but Eugene was already gesturing to the branch.

“Best out of five, right? Let’s make it interesting…”

he dared as he awaited the agreement of his competitor and his best friend as he shot her a wink and crouched down on the ground,

“Trust me?”

he muttered as he invited her to sit on his shoulders.

Shooting the man opposite a grin,

“Of course, you gotta find your own girl to lift, bud… this one is taken,”

the male shot in a cocky manner before letting out a little laugh. Boy he was thankful his emotional sulking sent him to nap so deeply. He would have never mastered all these challenges without it.

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