Westbrook Season 2

[geminiy]

Jacqueline Dupont

With a final stretch, Jackie prepped herself for the practice match, her heart thumping uncharacteristically in her chest. People running at her with the objective to pin her to the ground can be terrifying, obviously causing a rush of adrenaline through her body. But it was different with Greyson. Jackie was never afraid to give her matches her all but with Greyson as the person she was very well going to be tossing around, she felt like she had to hold back a bit.

Greyson came at her, moving into the grapple. Jackie's mind went directly into the fight, everything melting away. Nothing else in the room mattered: not MIT, not Bella, not her finances, not her job. It was like her mind went blank, the competitive version of herself that is only seen during a fight came out and took control. There was no fear, no worry, only focus. And although she told Greyson that she needed help with getting out of pins, that competitive side of her was not interested in getting pinned to the mat.

The next thing she knew, Jackie's arms were wrapped around his upper thighs, her body slamming into his and knocking him backwards. Twisting her body, Greyson ended up underneath her with his arms pinned to his side by her knees, her right hand pushing his chest down. How she had managed to end up pinning him, she had no clue. One minute she had been running at him the next she was on top of him, staring down into his eyes. She never noticed how beautiful they were.

"Uh..."

A red flush grew across Jackie's cheeks, a lump formed in her throat. What had she done? There she was, pinning this poor guy down on the gym mats, her weight pressing down on his stomach and her knees pinning his hands down, rendering him unable to move. Her hair had fallen forward slightly, a few stray strands shielding her view from anyone else but Greyson. Pushing it out of the way with her spare hand, Jackie suddenly snapped back to reality and planted her feet on the ground. Standing up, her legs on either side of Greyson's lower legs, Jackie held her hand out to help him up.

"I'm, um, I'm so sorry, I just..." Jackie stammered, the blush spreading from her nose to her cheeks and all the way up to the tips of her ears.

She wanted to get out of there, to leave that gym and leave the whole embarrassing ordeal behind. Jackie never did the whole flirting thing, or the cute feminine girl thing. Even Bella tried to train her out of her horrible stammering and terrible flirting. But throwing the first guy she had actually allowed herself to have any feelings towards onto the floor and pinning him down was a new low. What kind of guy likes a girl that wrestles him to the floor? She had to stay though, it was bad sportsmanship to leave your opponent down. Jackie could handle Greyson never speaking to her again because of the awkwardness but the idea that Greyson would think she was a bad person was not something she wanted to deal with.

| Greyson Soap |​

 

[Soap]

Greyson

She was amazing. How many females had the guts to tackle Greyson? Zero! Exactly zero. Sure, maybe a lot of people didn't really want to try in the first place. But he wasn't exactly shutting down the idea that she was better than him. Jackie was so awesome, it baffled him to how a girl like this actually existed. He was almost positive he could lay here in this awkward position literally just staring at her. That seemed creepy though, that was probably a little weird...

Was it bad that his heart was beating so fast?


He snapped out of his daze as Jackie moved to stand up, and a chuckle escaped the blonde, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "No! It's okay. It's a... great move, you're going to take us to state if you keep this up." Greyson took her hand and made his own move to stand up, although he hadn't noticed his backpack so close to the mats, and he almost tripped over it, resulting in meeting Jackie face to face.

This time they were significantly closer.

Oh.

Before either of them could move away, or... do anything else. The door to the gym opened with a loud slam. Grey flinched away-- he might've got a little scared... but hey! Anyone would've gotten startled in that situation. That's when the rest of his teammates started to flood in and that's when he realize he should've paid more attention to his phone. "Huh... I wonder what that's about?" Wow, he was a terrible great liar. They started to remove their shirts, which probably made Jackie a bit confused, but thankfully the letters that were painted on their chest clearly made the message-- at least, they will in a second. "One second." He told Jackie and jogged over to this teammates and removed his own shirt.

Successfully spelling out H-O-M-E-C-O-M-I-N-G-?

Naturally, of course Greyson was the question mark.

"So... whatta say? Before you make a choice though, let me just say... this puppy looks pretty good in a tux."

geminiy

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[Dede]

Martin

Martin had spent the afternoon trying to get Stu looking shipshape for his first ever date, a task more difficult than it sounded. That boy had been planning his outfit for days prior, mixing and matching until he turned his wardrobe inside out. Martin had even caved in and shelled out a lot of money to buy a brand new suit for him, with Stu insisting he had grown out of his old one. Then it was a matter of putting everything together so that the boy looked at least half presentable.

Finally, the piece de resistance. For someone who was called Neck Tie at school, you’d imagine he would have figured out by now how to put a neck tie on by himself. After some nervous fumbling at the neck, Martin intervened, flinging the tie around the boy’s collar to form a decisive knot. ‘Will you hold still, Stu?’ he snapped. ‘I can’t breathe, can I?’ Stu replied. ‘Good,’ Martin said.

They were fast on the road. Stu made it clear that they were running late to pick up Audra, and made Martin zig-zag through the rush hour traffic like a disgruntled taxi driver. When they got to Audra’s place, Stu squeezed and climbed over into the back, effectively turning his dad into a chauffeur. Then Martin reminded him that he had to get out and get the door for Audra, and Stu promptly remembered his gentlemanly duties. ‘Oh– yeah! I know--’

He sprang outside, banging his head on the frame of the door. ‘Hi, Audra,’ he said, with a smile. ‘You. . . you look really pretty today. I mean, everyday. But today, especially--’ So pretty there was a throbbing pain in his head. ‘. . .Are you all set to go?’ He circled around and got the door for her, pushing all of Dad’s paperwork under the seat.

‘Hello there, Audra,’ Martin spun around to greet the girl. ‘I’m Martin. Stu’s personal chauffeur,’ he said.

‘I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, did I?’ Stu said. ‘. . .The traffic isn’t so bad. I reckon we should get there in no time.’

‘It’s good to finally meet you, Audra,’ Martin added, checking the two in his rearview mirror. ‘Stu hasn’t shut up about you since–’

‘--Dad!’ Stu blushed the deepest red. 'Shhh.'

‘Calm down, I'm only pulling your leg.’ Martin laughed. ‘Now– maybe I should take left here, maybe we’ll beat the traffic.’ So he did. A very sharp turn, one that probably sent Audra flying into Stu’s embrace.

Now what was the name of that hotel again? Four Seasons Paramount Regency Luxury Presidential Residences Hotel Resort and Spa or something or rather. Something ridiculously fancy. It was that shiny building on the seafront that you couldn’t miss when driving into Westbrook, boasting a state-of-the-art glass elevator and a multi-storey water feature and light show. Apparently, Elise was paying to use the function hall (on the observation deck) out of her own pocket. She had been saying for sometime that she wanted to do something to store the parents’ confidence in the school after Principal Nona’s historically catastrophic reign. Nothing restored confidence like a fancy rooftop party with an all-you-can-eat dim sum buffet overlooking the best view in town. Wouldn’t it be nice if they had their wedding here, too?

@ everyone

 

[welcome.the.miracle]

Alexei Corrus | 17 | Senior
Interaction: dvds12

Alexei sat on the roof of his garage, the window to his bedroom open from when He had climbed out. In the boy's hands sat a phone, the twitter app open. Small pings alerted him that new tweets were posted, and he refreshed the page to read them. Nothing too exciting. Alexei let out a small " humph" bored out of his mind. He had the option to go to the skate-park, but his grandmother had told him to lay off the board for a while. It was homecoming night, but he never really enjoyed the thought of homecoming. To him, being surrounded by a crowd of people in your age group, dressed all fancy and slow dancing was not a pleasant way to spend the night

The blue sky swam with white, fluffy clouds, and it made Alexei wish he had a better camera so he could take a picture of the scenery around him. He let out a small sigh, instead he turned to look at the trees. Their bright green leaves that swayed dangerously in the wind. The grayish-brown bark that had miniature canyons etched into it. The crumbly liken and moss growing up the sides of the tree trunk. it was a picture perfect scene.
If only he had a camera.

As the sun began to set, an idea popped into his head, and Alexei scrambled to turn on his phone.
Alexei opened up the messaging app, typing in someone's name.

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[Winona]

Mason

Believe it or not, Mason hadn’t been lying when he had promised that the football team would win this Homecoming game. It may have been a close call, and he may have dealt with many of his teammates giving him a hard time about his calls. Mason was a joke at this point to the entirety of the school, so it was an almost constant fight to get any bit of respect from anyone. He was pissed off at a world that could care less, and there was nothing he could do.

So when they had won, Mason had been filled with an overwhelming sense of joy. A smile had spread across his face because for once, for the first time, everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place. They had won the game, he was on Homecoming Court, and he had an actual date to the dance tonight. And not just any date, but easily the best date.

The other guys had started yelling, a few of them even hugging each other and congratulating one another on the win. Except for Mason. None of them looked at Mason, or included him in the festivities. And his smile fell away, but he didn't let any kind of sadness show on his face, instead following more slowly after the team as they headed over to the sidelines where the cheerleaders were just as excited. He was an outsider, a bystander looking in. At least he still had his helmet on so no one could see the hurt in his dark amber gaze.

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Raven had driven them home where the two of them had gotten ready for the dance. A quick shower later, and Mason changed into the old suit that he'd had for years. It was one that Drake's father had left behind -- it had been too big on him for years, but now it fit perfectly. Like some kind of cruel joke that he fit into it.

Mason smoothed the front of the jacket down, looking into the mirror before he ran a hand through his dark hair and headed out of the bathroom back to Raven. A smile played on his face -- a hard one, a somewhat forced one, but a smile all the same. "You look really good." He said -- the only thing that he had really said for the whole night following the game.

"Come on. I gotta get there for the stupid Court thing."

Right. The stupid Court thing, where Mason would have to get up on the stage and stand next to stupid Tatum, and beside the rest of a Court that would much rather he keel over dead. Mason was... so excited to stand up there and see which dickhead was crowned King. As long as it wasn't Ryder, Mason could care less. Noah and Drake were obviously family -- even if Noah still wasn't talking to him -- and as much as he wanted to hate that fucking Ian kid, there was nothing to hate.

The drive to the hotel left Mason somewhat anxious. He wanted a smoke. Something to calm his nerves, something to help him get through the night, but he was trying to stay clean. Fuck, Mason wasn't smoking, even though half of Mason's personality seemed to stem from cigarettes. It was the only "bad" thing about him, and he had a bad boy appearance to keep up.

That appearance seemed less important when he was with Raven.

The two of them walked up to the hotel, following the signs until they arrived on the observation deck that looked way too classy for a high school Homecoming. Mason paused mid-step, taken aback by... everything. Elise had really gone all out purchasing this -- not that it would make any of the students like her more, but still.

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Adriane

She was surprised by Evie's choice in color, but also... not. Adriane could understand where she was coming from -- not wanting to be seen in pity as that sick kid from the hospital. She could understand that far too well. Not wanting things -- your mistakes, your choices, or even things out of your control -- to label you for life. So she took the light pink and leaned forward, carefully applying it to Evie's lips while she thought over what to say. How to make her feel better.

"Well, no one there really knows you, so that's a start." Adriane said, leaning back and closing the lipstick. "It's okay for you to want to be like everyone else. Just don't... don't let that cover up who you really are, you know? You're amazing, Evie. Just try to have a good time and be yourself. I'm sure that everyone there will love you."

"And maybe if you do good tonight, we can convince the hospital to let you attend school with all of your new friends." She knew it was an impossible long shot, but Adriane just... wanted Evie to have some hope. Anything. "And with your new boyfriend." Adriane added with a teasing smirk as she dropped the lipstick into her bag, zipping it up. "I can see it now. You'll walk in looking like a Disney princess, see him across the way... and share that first kiss." She let out a dreamy sigh.

"You don't have to tell anyone that you're some girl from the hospital. Tonight you can be whoever you want. Tell them that you're like, a European princess or something."

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[Winona]

Drake

He couldn't believe it.

Drake actually had worked up the courage to ask Maisie to the dance, and now he was going with her. And he had never been so excited before. Or nervous, if he was being perfectly honest. You would think that following the football team's win, the young totally a jock and not a loser like so many people seemed to think would've had more confidence. And in general, Drake was usually a pretty... confident guy. Not a lot got under his skin, because he lived his life by one simple motto.

You only live once.

Yes okay, so it was an outdated motto and one that had been teased relentlessly, but it was true and it had such a deeper meaning if you let it. It simply meant that Drake did his best to live his life with as few regrets as possible, and that's part of what had helped him to work up the nerve to ask Maisie out in the first place.

Going to her house to pick her up had been very nerve-wracking. His heart had been pounding as her foster dad answered the door, and Drake had wanted to almost disappear when the guy stared him down. Thankfully, Maisie had come to the door not long afterwards and he was actually able to breathe again. And she looked... stunning. Like always.

Her dad drove them to the hotel, with Drake nervously in the backseat of his car, doing his best to not embarrass himself and be on the best behavior that he could manage. Which pretty much meant no talking on the way there -- not until they had gotten to the hotel and had exited the car, and started on their way inside to the room that Elise had rented.

"Oh, I got you one of those flower thingies. If you want to wear it, of course." Drake had forgotten that he was holding the little box, which he now fumbled with to open, presenting the corsage to Maisie that definitely matched whatever her dress looked like.

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Ava


Okay, so first off, Ava thought that dances were one of the dumbest things to ever be created. The only purpose of having a King and Queen was to obviously make everyone else feel stupid and ugly. And the only reason to throw a dance following a football game was to cement the fact that the American school system would rather support sports and throw ridiculous dances and then complain about a money shortage for academics than, you know, stop spending money on sports.

Or, at least, so much and ti was for these reasons that Ava usually avoided Homecoming like the plague. But this year, JJ had wanted her to go and support her for being on Court or whatever. And sadly, that little brunette had Ava wrapped around her finger. Fuck. If JJ told Ava to jump off a cliff, she probably would. Ava was effectively whipped by a girl that would never love her in the same way that she loved her, simply because that girl was fucking straight.

Fuck. Her. Life.

Ava was wearing a white dress that she'd had stashed away in her closet for years. It somehow still fit, but she felt stupid wearing it as she stepped into the dance hall, surrounded by classmates that she honestly hated. Ava stuck out like a sore thumb with her bright red hair and the ivory dress, but she hadn't had anyone to go dress shopping with because JJ was always so busy. With Toby, with the cheer team, with Sawyer... and Ava had been busy, too! With college applications and her video games.

Now, she drifted towards the edge of the room, heading for the observation deck. Ava hung near the edge, looking out over the ocean. This was nice. Way fancier than most dances.

Ava was bored.​

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum had told Grace she would give her an answer later because at the time she hadn’t known if she could give her a spot. That was a decision that Tatum would have to get approved and so she had left Grace without an answer and only with a small hope that she might be let back on the team. The rest of the day had gone smoothly and of course when the school day was over JJ had helped Tatum with her makeup. Tatum knew she was never the best with makeup, and she was still working on getting better, but she trusted JJ to keep her looking nice because the team had to look good.

Tatum was glad when the team had won, and she wasn’t surprised because no matter how much her and Mason disagreed, they both knew he would bring them home to victory, and he had. As soon as the game was over Brayden and had driven her home so she could get freshened up and changed for the dance, she just hoped Colby would give her enough time to clean up. She left JJ’s makeup alone because JJ had been right, she wouldn’t be able to do better yet, but she would get there. Her hair she redid and then put on her dress. She had chosen to wear a black dress and large white heels where the heel was black She was excited, she had a date and right now everything seemed to be going well for her. Finally, everything was beginning to align for her.

In that moment Brayden had called for her letting her know Colby was there. She hoped she looked okay, she smoothed her dress back down and gave herself another look in the mirror, “Okay, Tatum. You can do this. You are strong, you look good.” . With those words said and she made her way down the steps towards Colby, Brayden, and her parents.

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Gia had wound up going over to Cam’s place once she was ready, she knew she would be meeting Parker and with Cam living next door it made it easier for her to walk over. She ended up wearing a short pink dress to offset her blue hair. Her heels were small but overall, she had felt confident in what she was wearing. Cam was already waiting for her outside and so were his parents. His family seemed to like her, and she could see the cameras ready to go. Did they not know about Milos? She was confused but she still smiled and greeted Cam and his family.

Once she was at the porch Cam brought her into a hug and she smiled up at him, he was always so kind to her, especially recently.

She posed with Cam for pictures while she waited for Parker, she was excited to go to the dance with him. She hoped she looked nice and that he liked it. It was exciting going to homecoming with someone. She didn’t want to seem too excited, but she was elated because she really did like Parker she just didn’t want him to think she was too naïve and leave her. But he asked her so that meant he liked her so that sent another spark of joy and her smile grew wider.

PenguinFox

 

[lion.]

Red​

Red sat on his piano stool- bare back and bare torso, footloose breathing, with lanky bleached grey shorts nestling his waist. His fingers-zappy and buoyant- feated over the striped keys of his piano that was shouldered against the wall. Around his floorboard, leaflets of sheets ricked up in uneven volumes. There was so much music, too many songs, but betwist one pile on his stand, he came across the black-tailoring notes of It’s Only a Paper Moon.

Yes, yes! Si! Or oui, as the only french word he knew to say to Bella. This was it!

His fingers elongated and spread on the beginning, primary chords. Compressing down, the first notes ascended.

Tonight, he had the invitation, no wrong address. Was it bad to hope it was the right one?

“It is only a paper moon,” his voice sang along, unable to refrain as his escalating fingers glided down the board, “Hanging over a cardboard sea.”

“But it wouldn’t be make believe,” he now stood with bouncing knees, continuing to drift over the keys, while skidding with vocals,“If you believe in meeee!”

Sliding on the wooden floor with white cotton socks, he tracted away from his piano, his head bobbing to the now rhythm affronted in his head. Snatching up the white linen shirt that dangled from an armchair, he quickly shrugged it on. Rolling his shoulders, and tooling up the buttons, he tapped to the beat on a mental note before pulling down his shorts to replace his legs with black dress pants. The tuxedo jacket followed, and all that remained was bow. The music in his head came to a rumpled pause.

-What-the-what-now-

Pulling the black fabric-like strip around his neck, he floundered with how to tie it. Crossing over the two ends, he practically choked.

Nope, Nope, nope. Red Donovan has to live today.
“Honey?” his mother called from downstairs, “Do you need help?”

“No, mom. I think I’m almost ready,” he replied, erratically moving around loops of ribbon, “Gosh, will you look at that? Perfect.” The poorly done bow disagreed.

He heard footsteps and panicked. He could tie a bow. It was just a bow. One bow. Like this, that. That and this.

On the occurrence, it turned out he could not do it. Ending up with a better bow on his neck, Red Donovan was once again put under violent turning, speed bumps, and his mother’s driving.

He was finally here. The hotel, the dance, and what did he know: It was the right address.

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[lion.]

Ronnie "Blue Nile" Kane​

It was a classic rope- a knucklehead move that landed Ronnie trying not to look at himself in the mirror. His blue-macaw eyes winged in alterations of forth and back, blue batting under the urge to turn away and walk downstairs. What was he doing standing there like some maniac staring at his reflection? Fuck.

Maybe, it was that without-a-shadow-of-a-doubt deduction that he looked like his former self. Not Blue Nile. Just Kane. His dad often used to say that you can always change names, but never the blood in your veins. With gossamer hair, ecru-beige skin and a trophy smile, there was the thriving nature of an imprint of darkness that Ronnie had checked the lock and pushed behind in the high double hung windows of Maine. His mirror captured a boy of jaded cash. Cash that made people spell his name right, look at him right.

But, hell. Those days were numbered. They had to be. Twisting studded rings onto his fingers, he yanked up his silver chains by his nightstand. Blue Nile-that was who he was. Longest waterway of the world, and fucking crevicing through those deserts.

Straightening the collar to his Armani dark navy blazer, he glared at his reflection. It spat back with venom more isotonic than abusers without morphine and nuts obsessed with heroin, that it took every fiber in his arm to not throw his fist at it.

Dead to him-that was the fine line message. Poison strong, he chose to drive an emerald California Spyder and it had a raging speed. Knocking off traffic lights and skewing his car in rough turns, he finally slowed into the Johannes manor.

The brakes were lashed on by his foot, and he thrashed his head back onto the headrest.

Emotions were shit.

Nights like these-suits and ties-it was obvious that he was gone. So damn gone. Singling out his phone from his pocket, he swiped for Hazel in his contacts. Of course, daddy and mommy’s favorite daughter needed a boy to take them. God forbid, their little cupcake have to go alone because they’re going to be kidnapped for having a Birkin bag on them. Oh, and add the unlivable public wave of shame of walking in with Sherri Hill on and not having a date. He bet she couldn’ t even drive with those long-ass nails. He hated rich girls. Sometimes.

But, through it all, he was Ronnie and he would never walk to a door of a friend of his parents. In the place of that, he let his palm press on the horn. One honk.

WeirdPrincess

 

[geminiy]

Jacqueline Dupont

Surprise, awe, shock. None of the words could describe how Jackie felt when Greyson asked her to homecoming. Given the fact that she had effectively bulldozed him and pinned him to the ground with her entire body, the last thing she had been expecting was a homecoming proposal. Not any regular ask either, a big elaborate ask with his shirtless teammates and letters painted across their torsos. The fact that he had even asked her at all after she convinced herself that he was going to hate her was enough to knock her off guard. But adding in the whole proposal thing really made her confused. Even through her confusion, through the racing thoughts and pounding heart, Jackie didn't have to think about her answer. Of course she would go with him, there was no one else that she would rather spend the evening with.

It wasn't until later that after she drove to the side road near the pier to get ready for the night that she didn't have anything to wear. She hadn't even decided to attend homecoming until Greyson had asked her and it wasn't like she just casually had a fancy dress in her trunk. Jackie had never owned a dress outside of the time when she was the flower girl at a friend of the family's wedding. It would be wrong of her to show up in jeans and a hoodie, especially since Greyson was going to look amazing in a tux. She was convinced that nothing she could wear would at all compare to how Greyson would look at evening.

She managed to find a rather casual red knee high dress that she had been roped into buying by Bella and began getting ready, which proved rather difficult to do in the passenger seat of her car. After getting ready, Jackie figured out where she was going and began the drive. She drove by the venue, a beautiful and incredibly expensive hotel, before parking a few streets over in a residential area. The last thing she wanted was for anyone, especially Greyson, to see her pulling up in her rattling junk heap.

After walking the few blocks to the hotel, Jackie paused outside the doors. Her throat felt dry as if sandpaper was lining her esophagus. She began to wonder why she even bothered showing up at all. Surely she could have lied, said she had to work or that there was an emergency. Everyone around her was decked out in beautiful dresses and elegant tuxes and she was wearing a glorified short red sundress. What if Greyson showed up and was horribly disappointed at how under dressed she was. The dates of other guys were wearing amazing dresses, shiny jewelry, heels. And there Jackie was, in a dress she had only purchased because Bella had made her and a pair of strappy sandals, the only shoes she had other than her work boots and a pair of grimy running shoes.

Jackie looked like she didn't belong and she wanted to get out of there. Her legs refused to cooperate, she was anchored onto the pavement in front of the doors. She couldn't run even if she had tried. Instead she was frozen, looking like a deer in the headlights as she stared at the doors.

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Isabelle Dupont

The first major game of the season was an absolute riot. Bella had had little hope for the team, she was almost convinced that they were going to lose in a rather embarrassing fashion. Much to her surprise, they ended up victorious even if only by a margin. She joked afterwords that the only reason they won was because of the top notch efforts of their amazing cheer team.

After school ended, Bella quickly made her way home. Operation Homecoming was a go. There was no way that her mother would ever allow her to go to some fancy homecoming dance, much less a dance with a boy. But even if she had to shimmy down drainpipes and walk her way to the hotel, Bella was certain that she'd get there somehow. After all, she hadn't asked Brayden to homecoming only to back out. So, she hid in her room and began getting ready. Even after Bella's mother returned home, she said nothing.

"I'm not hungry, I'm going to bed early!" Bella called out when her mother asked her to make dinner. The house went quiet shortly after and Bella managed to creep downstairs. There was her mother, passed out on the couch with reruns of some shitty Spanish soap opera, a bottle of something unknown sitting on the coffee table. She tiptoed into the living room and pulled a blanket off the back of the chair and draped it over her mother, flicking off the television. She paused for a moment to look down at the sleeping face of her mother. She never looked peaceful during the day but while she slept, her typically tense expression almost seemed relaxed. It was something Bella hadn't seen in years.

With the moment of sentiment over, Bella quickly crept out of the front door and made her way to the bus station. She got a few bizarre looks from other passengers, likely wondering why some fifteen year old girl was dressed up and taking a bus in the evening by herself. It was a bit of a trek to the hotel but she was incredibly relieved when she finally did arrive. The venue was beautiful and Bella wondered how the school could have ever afforded such a place. After sending a quick text to Brayden letting him know that she had arrived and would meet him inside, Bella looked around for familiar faces.

"Hey Red!" Bella called out with a wave, walking over to him. She paused in front of him, reaching up to straighten his tie. "You look wonderful. I'm glad you decided to come."

| Red lion. | mentioned Brayden Elf_Ruler |
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[0k_mang0]

colby

Tatum, Brayden Elf_Ruler​

His unsteady hands weren’t the reason he could tie his pink necktie properly. He just never wore one before and never really learned how to put it on. So, he asked for help from his grandfather, who asked him, why pink? “It’s an Eighties theme. I wanna be a little pretty in pink,” he answered with a shrug. Then Grandpa Jim Florence also shrugged and resumed tying his pretty skinny tie.

Colby was also kind of going for a Johnny Castle from Dirty Dancing look — black dress shirt with the short-sleeves partially rolled up just above his biceps, black pants and shoes. Like in the finale dance scene. And of course, the leather motorcycle jacket, which wasn’t really his style. The asymmetrical zipper, large collar folds, the dozen studs, epaulets and that weird belt-thing around the hem? Not for him. He didn’t want to look like a biker boy stereotype straight out of The Wild One. But he was going to wear the jacket for this occasion and look awesome with Tatum.

Colby drove his blue Camaro to his date’s home and met Brayden and the parents. They were nice, though her ex-marine dad looked like he would press two slices of bread between Colby’s head at any moment, call him an idiot sandwich, and Colby would probably agree just to be on his good side. A Colby cheese sandwich wasn’t bad, anyway.

Soon, he heard steps coming down the stairs. He turned around, looked up, and… “Wow.” That word was barely audible when he saw her. All he could do was smile at Tatum as he watched her come downstairs. She totally beat her cheerleader uniform look tonight.

“Uh...this is for you,” he said shyly. In his hand was a fat cat plushie the size of an American football, holding a peach rose. He didn’t get flowers because those things die later on. So he bought a cuddly kitten, like a certain Katman.

sebastian
Sebastian was just going to the Homecoming dance to support his friends. Ash, Tatum, and Ian were part of the Homecoming court thing, pretty much his only friends, and Seb wanted to be there when either of them wins tonight.

His aunt suggested it after he told her the dance was a 1980s theme, said dressing up like Ricardo Tubbs from Maimi Vice would look good on him. But he didn't want to wear a double-breasted blazer with the pointy shoulder pads. So, he opted for a pearl-white suit with a big, dotted bow tie, polished black shoes, and the blazer was still slightly larger on him to partially go with match the theme. The 80s were weird to Seb, including the fashion. But whatever. He was going to have a good time there. And it was going to be at a hotel that the principal had actually paid for. It didn't make Principal Summers any less of a demon, though.

Seb texted Brayden that he was ready to get picked up. He had asked Brayden if he could drive him to the hotel. Conveniently, his aunt's house was along the way to the hotel from Tatum's home. All he had to do was wait for his ride, and then he would just be hanging out with his friends at the dance. Or make new ones. Who knows? Whatever to do to keep him busy there. He was sure nothing exciting or something would happen at a homecoming dance.

 

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[/div] [div class=role]the model[/div] [div class=name]hazel[/div] [div class=nameo]hazel[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll]Hazel was definitely more than excited to be going to homecoming, especially so since she had gotten asked to go. She wasn’t entirely sure who this Ronnie was, but from what her parents had told her it was the son of one of their friends. They showed her a couple pictures and he seemed decent enough. Originally she had planned on going to homecoming her siblings, but there was a change of plans once Hazel’s parents had told her to expect someone to pick her up instead. Oh well, she didn’t really mind as it was. She would see them at the dance anyways so there was no reason for her to be upset about it. Though with a personality like hers, she did tend to go off on her own. Hazel hoped that she could be friends with Ronnie, it would make it a lot easier to know or hang out with someone else from school. Not like she didn't want to hang out with her siblings or the other people she knew, but it was always nice to get to hang out with different people form time to time.

Getting ready was easy, as she wasn't the type to take long to get herself looking appropriate. Hazel liked to play music when she got ready, so she usually got distracted by either singing or dancing around her room. Though this time, she left the music off. Hazel had a brand new yellow dress that she got to keep from her last photo shoot before moving back to Westbrook. The light yellow colored dress was longer in the back than it was in the front, giving off the look of a trail. The top part of the dress was laced with flowers, some of which went on the middle of her skirt. The material was very light and flowy, which Hazel definitely liked because it would be easier to dance in. Having a dress that you couldn't do practically anything kind of dumb. Sure you would look nice and it would definitely compliment the assets of your body, but who cared about that. Most girls probably did, but she wasn't once of them. She was sure it was like being a barbie, if not that then like a mannequin.

Checking the time on her clock, she realized it was almost time for her "date" to arrive. Grabbing the shoes that laid on her bed, she slowly crept her way down the stairs in order to avoid being noticed by their parents. Luckily, they didn't seem to be anywhere in site and she was thankful for it. They'd gush over her and tell her how cute she looked, which she didn't mind. It was the pictures that was the issue. They probably would take a thousand pictures of her and by finished by the time the dance was over. While there was always next year, she didn't want to miss it this year. She had people she needed to see and a good time that had to be had, especially if there was alcohol involved. Which reminded her that she needed to fill up the flask she had in her bag. You'd guess that with the crowd that she hung around when in New York, she would be into worse things, but no. This was about as bad is it got. Hazel just liked the way alcohol made her feel, carefree and as light as a feather. She definitely made sure to fill up the flask with Vodka before leaving.

A confused look crossed her face at the sound of the honk coming from outside, turning her head to look at the door. The house was pretty quiet, safe for the tv and Gen and Elias getting ready upstairs. Or maybe they were already done, she didn't know. That was odd, considering she wasn't expecting anyone aside from Ronnie and Hazel had at least thought that he would come up to the door to knock. Striding over to the door with a yellow mess of fabric flowing behind her, Hazel opened the door and was welcomed to a car sitting outside of her house with the headlights on. She definitely didn't approve of the way he decided to announce that he was here, but whatever. A simple text could have done wonders. [div class=dialogue] "Bye guys, I'll see you there!" [/div] Hazel had called out, putting on her shoes and grabbing her shoulder bag that sat on the table next to the door before leaving. She shoved the flask into her bag before knocking on the passenger window.
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[geminiy]

Genevieve Johannes

"Eli, are you ready yet? We're going to be late dude!" Gen called out through the echoing halls of their home. She was wrestling with an uncooperative earring that absolutely refused to clip, though otherwise she was ready to go. It was ironic that after being gone since the fifth grade that the Johannes triplets would be returning to Westbrook on the night of the homecoming dance. Gen had come a long way from the frizzy haired, crooked smiled eleven year old that jumped on the plane all those years ago.

When Eli finally decided to get his act in gear, Gen smoothed out the skirt of her dress and dramatically placed her hands on her hips. "Well look who decided to finally show up." Gen teased, grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. "Come on, we should hit the road."

A honk of a car horn outside made Gen roll her eyes and call out to Hazel. "Hey, I think Prince Not-So-Charming is here!"

Gen rushed over to the stairs, peering down at her sister. "You look awesome, sis. We'll see you at homecoming."

Gen and Elias made their way to the car and pulled out of the garage, driving past the pink haired dude in their driveway. Gen had heard of Ronnie Kane a few times before, the triplets having run in a similar circle of popularity as him but they had never actually met. As Gen drove past him, she shot him a sharp look. What kind of jerk didn't even meet their date at the door and instead laid on the horn int their driveway. "Ugh, Hazel can do better." She scoffed, taking off down the street.

Pulling into the parking lot of the hotel, Gen switched off the engine and looked over to Elias. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and a gentle smile. "Let's do this thing."

Gen stepped out of the car and walked out of the parking lot with Elias, that supermodel smile that she had become so accustomed to doing appearing on her face. She noticed a few faces that she thought she recognized, though clearly their childhood friends would look different all those years later. It felt weird to be back in Westbrook after all that time. She had spent a year travelling Europe, modelling in fashion shows and posing for magazines. In all of her time of working, never did she think that they would be back in Westbrook.

| Hazel WeirdPrincess | open |

Elias Johannes

For the first time in his entire life, Eli was the one that was running behind schedule and not his model sisters. There was one of his sisters standing in the hallway looking as photo shoot ready as she always does, nagging him to hurry up. And then there was Hazel who looked as if she had stepped out of a fairy tale. Even though he was dressed in a nice suit and had gone out of his way to make sure his hair looked nice, they still easily outshone him.

"Calm down, I'm ready." Eli sighed, stepping out of his room and shooting two finger guns at Gen. "See? Little bro is bringing his 'A' game tonight!" Elias laughed , twirling around to showcase his outfit. Turning to Hazel, Elias watched as Gen looked her over from upstairs. Gen always fussed over both of them all the time and Eli always wondered how Hazel put up working with her. Maybe that's why Hazel started getting into music instead of modelling. Gen wasn't a mean person by any standard, more like a concerned mother who wanted to be in control.

"You look radiant as always, Hazel. Ronnie Kane is a lucky guy," he complimented. As if on cue, a car horn beeped from outside making Elias jump. What ever happened to common decency? "And apparently a jerk. You shouldn't keep his Highness waiting. We'll meet you at homecoming, call if you need anything."

Elias followed Gen, who looked as if she was about to go outside and deal with the rude Ronnie Kane herself. Elias only hoped that he wouldn't have to break up a fight in their driveway. Luckily for him (and everyone else involved), Gen simply got in the car and took off down the driveway, only slowing to glare at Ronnie before picking up her speed again.

After arriving to the hotel, Elias hopped out and followed Gen out of the parking garage and out into the street in front of the hotel. He was so excited to be back, Eli could hardly stand still. He wanted to go find his friends, see if any of them were attending homecoming, but decided to wait. There were a few faces he knew that he could not forget, though he wondered if they would recognize him. Their childhood friends probably saw Hazel and Gen in the spotlight in magazines and on YouTube advertisements, they could have easily watched them grow up through their modelling careers to the point where they would be easily recognizable. But Elias? He stayed behind the scenes, never spent time in front of the camera. The last time many of his childhood friends would have seen him was when he was eleven. Hazel and Gen were cute kids but Eli missed the mark. Now at seventeen, Eli looked almost completely different with the exception of his goofy smile and twinkling eyes. He just hoped that they hadn't forgotten about him like so many others hdad.

| Hazel WeirdPrincess | mentioned Ronnie lion. | open |​

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Charlie McAllister

"Friends".

Charlie's lips curled into a smile. A dishonest one, but he doubted Zander could tell. He'd hoped that Zander might read between the lines. But he couldn't explain that now, couldn't push for it. Don't say what you actually meant. Don't make him run away. It was foolish for Charlie to believe Zander would take him as a lover when they really barely knew each other. He'd overestimated his pathetically lacking charisma.

"Perfect." He lied. "I'll pick you up at your place? Or do you wanna meet up here?" His mouth was dry, but he'd mastered the art of acting. With hope, Zander would never read through his micro-expressions and gestures.

// Winona //​

 

[welcome.the.miracle]

Ophelia Corrus | 16 | Junior

A young girl sat in her bedroom, a small band called " Sir, Please" was playing as the brunette got ready. It was the Homecoming dance, and she had no one to go with. But that wasn't going to stop her. She'd show up, spike the punch with some vodka, steal a plate of food or something and then leave. Ophelia leaned forwards a bit, trying to perfect her winged eyeliner in the vanity mirror. After many tries, a few angry screams and a lot of makeup wipes, she finished up her eyeliner. And with that, Ophelia's makeup was complete! The only she had left to do was put on her dress.

It was a flowing, rose-gold, ankle length dress, and she absolutely adored it. It was so much fun to spin around in.That's really the only reason she bought it. Because it looked fun to spin around in. Ophelia looked around her room, trying to decided what shoes she should wear. Her eyes landed on a pair of Greek-like sandals, the ones with the leather ribbons that spiraled around the leg. Ophelia's eyes lit up, and she instantly slipped on the shoes, completing her outfit with a flower crown.

She hopped down the stairs two at a time, kissing her grandmother on the cheek. "Look at you!!" Her granny said, smiling as Ophelia did a twirl to show off her dress. " You look stunning, Dear! Oh, i hope you have fun at homecoming darling!" Her grandmother pulled her in for one last hug, before shooing Ophelia out the door.

Ophelia grabbed her motorcycle keys, waving goodbye to her grandmother as she slipped on her leather jacket.She walked outside, turning around to walk backwards as she looked up towards the roof of the garage. A boy sat there, he was around a year older than Ophelia, and she waved up at him. "How come you aren't going to homecoming?" She called up to him, and the boy looked over at her.

Alexei smiled, " Because I've found it boring the past couple of years. Besides, i might be hanging out with Sky." Her older brother gestured to her dress. " You look really nice, are you sure you don't want me to drop you off at the hotel?" Ophelia shook her head, swinging one leg over her motorcycle, hiking up the dress as she did so. " No thanks, i'm fine with taking my bike there. But don't be surprised if i call you later drunk." Alexei laughed at this, and waved to her as she turned the key and the motorcycle roared to life. Before pulling out of the driveway, however, Ophelia looked up one last time and yelled over the sound of the motor; " HAVE FUN ON YOUR DATE!"

And with that, she sped off to the dance, leaving Alexei stuttering, " It's not a date!"

Ophelia arrived at the hotel in minutes, parking the motorcycle front and center. She didn't care if it was un-lady like to ride a motorcycle. Un-ladylike was her middle name. After a quick trip up the elevator, Ophelia stepped out of the metal box of doom, and onto the observation deck.

Time to spike the punch.​

 

[Winona]

Zander

He didn't notice that Charlie was upset at all, instead turning back to his locker to fetch his books for class. Charlie asked about when they should meet up, and he hesitated for a moment. What would his parents think if a boy came to pick him up, even if it was just as a friend? Better yet, what would Charlie think when he saw Zander's home? The Knights were not struggling by any means, and he was worried that Charlie wouldn't like him, or would think differently of him if he came to Zander's home.

"We can just meet there. I have to go to the game and watch Toby and JJ, so... it'll probably just be easier that way. The game doesn't really seem like your scene." It wasn't really his scene, either, but it seemed like a decent opportunity to get to meet more people and make friends, and that's what Zander was all about.

He shut his locker, books tucked under one arm. "So I'll see you tonight at the dance."

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Their team -- of course -- won.

Zander hadn't been super surprised by the win as he sat in the stands, freezing to death in the cold Maine night. It would've been rather unfortunate and perhaps a little funny if, after all the talk of this being an easy win from the football and cheer captains they lost, but sadly that kind of embarrassment was stolen.

He headed home with Toby to get ready, but then headed to the dance alone. It wasn't that far from their house, and Zander did not want to third wheel with him and JJ. At least he had Toby long enough for him to help Zander out with the tie, because after about the fifth attempt of fumbling and almost choking himself out, Zander was ready to give up. Toby did it with ease, and then Zander was ready, a huge smile on his face as he left the house to walk to the dance.

When Zander arrived outside of the hotel, he hesitated. Should he go inside? Wait out here? What if Charlie was already there, and inside, just waiting for Zander?

Twin Fantasy​

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum couldn’t help but smile when she saw Colby smiling at her, she felt giddy inside and she could feel a small blush rise to her cheeks. How could one person make her feel so shy and nervous? He had cleaned up well and Tatum felt lucky to be going with him to the dance. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs her mother demanded pictures and of course snapped one as Colby handed her the cat plush. She couldn’t help but giggle just a little, “A kitten from Kitten himself.” She joked. She set the plush down on the small table near the stairs, she would place it in her room later.

After what felt like numerous pictures Tatum pulled Colby behind her, “Bye Mom, Bye Dad.” She heard her dad yell something about not coming home too late, but she had missed the time he said because she had wanted to get Colby out of her place fast before her parents could do any real damage. She slid her hand into his as she made her way to the car, it wasn’t the first time she had been in his car, but this time she was going as his date and not just his friend. Before she got into the car, she placed a small kiss on his cheek and then moved to sit in the car.

The drive to the hotel was nice they listened to music and Tatum chose one song in particular to play for Colby. She had chosen to play DuckTales for him just to let him know she hadn’t forgotten. Once they arrived Tatum was more nervous than she had realized. She was slightly relieved she had brought her purse and flask with her, not that she let anyone know but she had it. She just knew she had to be careful of when to pull it out, so not to raise any suspicion from basically everyone. It would just take the edge off if she needed it and right now, she didn’t. She was with Colby and things were really looking up for her. Once she got out of the car, she took his hand once more, “I’m excited to be here with you. Thanks for being my date, Kitten.” She let her lips form a small smile at him. She was really happy for even just a small moment.

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Brayden had stayed for the pictures, but he didn’t stay as long as Colby and Tatum probably because he wasn’t dolled up like Tatum and Mrs. Browne lived for all the girly shit that Tatum didn’t normally do. It wasn’t that his best friend didn’t like dresses, but he knew she hated when her mom forced pictures. He had managed to duck out saying a quick goodbye to Mr. Browne and then took the car. He had made a quick response to Seb letting him know he was on his way and one to Bella as well. He wasn’t one to usually text often, but this was a special reason and Seb needed to know he was one his way.

The drive was quick when it came to picking up Seb but he was excited to get to the venue. He was glad to have Seb as company, “I promise I’m a safe driver and if you want to leave early just shoot me a text if I'm not nearby. I’ll drive you home.” He wasn’t really one to stay at events for too long but this time he didn’t have to keep an eye out for Tatum, so he was going to try and enjoy himself.

When he arrived at the hotel he quickly pulled into a spot and waited for Seb, “Let’s have a good time, man.” He was super excited to look for Bella. All they had to do was make it up to the top and then he would get to see his date.

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[DrabberRogue]

Something something probably a mistake? Whatever. Jace had spent a fair bit of time deliberating over whether or not he should go to homecoming. Especially after he'd taken the question to Twitter, expressed oh so eloquently in one of his prouder posts, and found himself getting encouragement from two of his favorite people. Both of whom he absolutelyprobablymight've asked to the dance if they didn't already have dates. He really needed to be a little more proactive about that.

The brief conversation convinced him, however, and so Jace once again got himself all dressed up for the big event. As he strode up to the entrance of the hotel the heels of his somewhat uncomfortable dress shoes made a faint clicking sound against the pavement. They were a polished, sleek black, setting the standard for the rest of his outfit. Trousers, jacket, vest, and tie. All black. The only deviation from color scheme were a scarlet collared shirt and pocket square, a dark red that stood out against the contrasting black around it. He'd even dug his old dress gloves out for the occasion, their burgundy leather pulled comfortably over his slender fingers and tucked into his jacket's sharp cuffs.

One last time the boy ran his fingers through his golden blonde hair, glancing in the mirror of a nearby car to make sure it looked decent. Tousling those last few errant strands into a general sense of something that might look good. Satisfied with the brief adjustment, his icy blue eyes shifted ahead, appreciating the fancy hotel as he entered. This was certainly a better venue than just using the gym like last year's dances had. Maybe it was a good idea to show up after all...

As always, Jace's phone was buzzing with Twitter notifications as he stepped into the elevator, leaning against the back wall while a bunch of other kids filed in after him. Out of idle curiosity and already impatient with waiting for the elevator to go up, he decided to pull his phone out from his jacket's breast pocket. A brief glance at its screen found one of the last things he wanted to see. Those edgelord-wannabe-wolves trying to start shit again.

He sighed, shaking his head, before glancing away from the phone and up at the floor counter. Watching the number increase as the elevator rose.

 

[welcome.the.miracle]

Ophelia Corrus | 16 | Junior
Interaction: DrabberRogue

Ophelia crouched down a bit, slipping behind the open buffet. She practically crawled behind the plastic tables until she reached the punch section. Peeking out from behind the tables, Ophelia did a quick scan of the observation deck, making sure that no teachers were looking her way. In one quick motion, Ophelia unscrewed the lid to the bottle she had cradled in her hands, and then proceeded to empty the whole entire bottle of vodka into the punch bowl. Ophelia let the bottle of vodka fall to the side of the punch bowl as she skidded off.

She weaved through the crowd, her dress flowing gracefully behind her. That was, until some idiot tried tripping her. Ophelia steadied herself, and turned to look at the idiot. He was laughing at her! Ophelia's blood began to boil, little things like these made the brunette explode in an eruption of fury. " Excuse me? That was the wrong move, bastard." Ophelia snapped, taking the heel of her shoes and digging them into the jerk's toes. When he doubled over in pain, the girl raised her knee to the boy's nose, effectively knocking the boy over. Reaching down, Ophelia wiped the blood off her knee with a tissue, and then threw it down at the boy and storming off.
But a shout rang out from behind her, one of the idiot boy's friends was storming after her. This one was a lot taller. Ophelia turned around and instantly thought; " goddamit i don't want to ruin this dress"
And with that, Ophelia rushed towards the exit. Just before she reached the metal box of doom, she glanced back to check if the guy was still following her. Obviously not looking where she was going, Ophelia ran straight into someone, stumbling backwards a bit.
" Ow, fuck... OH uh, are you alright?"​

 

[0k_mang0]

sebastian

outfit — mention Ash Winona , Brayden Elf_Ruler​

When they made it to the hotel, Sebastian parted ways with Brayden with a simple bro-handshake. Tatum’s best friend was a really cool dude for driving a kid he didn’t know too well to a school dance and offering to take him home, too.

“Have fun with your date,” Seb said and started heading to the direction of the dance. Jeez, did it really have to be in a hotel? He thought venues like this were usually for prom nights. This wasn’t obvious with his mild expression, but Sebastian was secretly excited to be here. It was his first time going to a homecoming dance. The other night, he even went to his first homecoming football game, though he had arrived late during the last quarter due to work. Still, he witnessed his school team win and his friends do cheer stuff. It was something.

Along the way, Sebastian sent a text to Ash that he arrived. He probably would never have gone to these things in Westbrook if he never met her many months ago. So yeah, it was kind of her fault for making him try participating in school events when he originally didn’t want to since moving to this weird town.

 

[lion.]

Red​

Be positive. Homecoming dances were supposed to be groovy and relaxing.

But, he wasn't b positive. Blood types aside, Red’s blood pressure skyrocketed and hit the roof when Bella groomed his bow. The golden jewels corruscating from the chandeliers became side-lined as did the master-done decor of silk tablecloth and twinkling centerpieces. His eyesight was one-sidedly ignorant as he couldn’t look away from Bella.

Someone pinch him. Actually, don’t. It would sting, and he’d have to wake up.

No wait, someone should. He was looking at her oogly-woogly. Not because she wasn’t breathtaking, but because she was and that was only the least of her. She knew that, right?

“Bella,” he rasped, vocabulary lost in the books of his head, “Spectacular. Like you look spectacular.”

Spectacular.

So, she did. Her chin was pointed like she had begun something. Her supple smile, the way her rebellious dirty blonde hair spread down her shoulders modelling against her dark dress that was pigmented with a starry nebula countered the opposite. She had just ended something. End or beginning, she was here in the present, talking to him out of a crowd of suits and dresses.

“No, that’s not the word,” he pondered and without thinking, spluttered, “You look like a piano.”

A piano? He just called the most insanely beautiful girl in a hotel venue a piano. What was wrong with him? He had to have been electrified in a thunderstorm or dropped down the stairs. Or worse-

“Because music never leaves, you know? Like I don’t think I’m not going to forget how you’re looking right now anytime soon, and I or we don’t really have to use words. Funny, I say that because I am talking really, really fast right now, but other times you get me-”

Red Donovan needed to shut up, so he did.

geminiy

 

[0k_mang0]

colby

Tatum Elf_Ruler​

Thank god they left the house soon because Colby thought Tatum’s dad looked like he wanted to start asking personal questions. He did not need that after Wolves exposed his dad on Twitter the other day like the douchebags they are.

Colby scoffed and rolled his eyes when Tatum made the radio play DuckTales. What a jerk. But he still liked her a lot, and she actually remembered. That was something. As the hotel venue rose in view, he let out a low whistle. Dang, all of this for a homecoming dance.

Walking along beside his date inside, Colby gently squeezed her hand in response to his silly nickname and placed a quick peck on her cheek — actually, that small kiss was very much on the corner of her lips, because why not. “Anytime, Tater Tot.” And he hoped he would be her date for future occasions, too – whoa, he was really thinking that, wasn’t he? You get your jellybeans he was.

As they were getting closer, Colby could hear 80s music already playing. “Oh, I love this song,” he remarked, slightly bobbing his head along to the beat of Billy Joel's “Uptown Girl”. “You know, I almost decided to carry a watermelon to the dance—it’s a, uh, Dirty Dancing reference. Everything looks awesome, by the way.”

 

[lion.]

Ronnie "Blue Nile" Kane​

In the medium of the blackout sky and polished sidewalks, Ronnie saw three silhouettes emerge from the house upon the turf. The Johannes. In the passing, red-carpeted and louring scowls were entertained upon him through his grey-vamped windows.

Time stretched faster, and Ronnie had been unaware that Hazel had crossed foot by foot forward to his car until a pair of knuckles flattened against his window in subdued knocks. Worthy of notice had been her dress-yellow like a painter’s hand at the hue of light on sin city. It was a yellow that contradicted her caramel skin and gave the nostalgic for fast movies in empty roll-tape theaters with just a teasing blend with the common conviction of summer solstice.

“Darling, I know I’m the best at sincerity, ” Ronnie Kane greeted when the roof of the green Spyder retracted, transforming the vehicle to a convertible, “The horn wasn’t an insult. It just means it's Ronnie Kane’s car.”

“Get in,” he aforementioned, waiting for Hazel to seat herself. Ronnie was on the road again, beating the speed with a company of a particular Johannes daughter sitting to the left. He kept his car cold, air conditioning cranked up to full.

Somewhere along a straight road, Ronnie Kane turned a wild ninety degrees of neck. Reaching for the lighter in his cup holder and a long joint, he let the car drive itself bestowing a crooked, radically impoverished grin. His thumb whirred on the metal tab, slavering back a flame.

Letting the roll fetch the fire, his hand stretched out for her to take a drag. Thinking twice with the way she looked, he smirked.

“I’d offer, but I don’t think you do that,” he ruptured the silence, as he set the brink of it between his teeth and fastened back control over the vehicle.

“Back in Westbrook,” he murmured, infamously meeting her eyes in the corner view of the mirror where he saw the shadow of her face, “Why? Dad losing his pockets? You not winning any pageants?”

WeirdPrincess

 

[a z u l a]

Ryder

It had been about a week since he and Ash had gotten back together, and truthfully Ryder couldn't be happier. It had been a long few months without her and he was so relieved to finally have his best friend back in his life. No matter how bad things got, it seemed like Ryder and Ash would always find their way back to one another. They were each other's rocks, they had been each others biggest support system since they were kids and it seemed that anytime they were without each other they completely fell apart. Even if they weren't dating, Ryder couldn't imagine a life without Ash as his friend.

When he'd arrived at her house to pick her up for homecoming he'd brought flowers for her and her mother, even though he knew Elise would probably just toss them in the garbage. They'd taken a bunch of cute photos together (Ryder had already set one of them as his background on his phone) before the dance before finally heading their way to the hotel that prom was hosted at for the night. This was technically their second homecoming together, but he'd been suspended from the last one so he'd had to sneak in, so this was his first time actually taking Ash to homecoming and he was nervous. After everything that had happened between them, after everything she'd gone through alone in the last several months, he wanted to give her one perfect night.

"You look really gorgeous." Ryder said, for probably the 50th time that night as he held her hand and walked with her into the ballroom where homecoming was being held. It was decorated all out, props to the homecoming committee for that, and there was quite a few people already there. He squeezed Ash's hand lightly as they walked further in, he was excited for tonight and was determined to make it memorable in Ash's books.

"So princess, what are we doing first?" He asked, turning to her and placing a kiss on her forehead. Obviously, Ash would want to spend time with her friends that were there, but he was going to make sure they'd get to slow dance together at least once before the night was over.

Winona

Chase

After the lock-in Chase had been feeling quite...conflicted. He'd had fun playing games and spending time with Noah and his other friends who were still in high school throughout the night, but once they'd all gone to bed Noah had offered to share his sleeping bag with Chase and he'd accepted, he hadn't planned on spending the night but the doors were locked and their was no getting out now. Chase had shared the bed with plenty of friends and teammates on road trips before, but something felt different with Noah. He had been anxious laying next to Noah all night, finally falling asleep at some point and waking up to himself curled around his friend. It had put butterflies in his stomach and sent his heartbeat racing for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

Since then, he'd been a little distant from Noah, mostly because of school, but they'd still exchanged a few texts (mostly of memes) throughout the week and the older boy had informed Noah that he would be chaperoning at homecoming. For his siblings, of course.

So now, Chase stood in his dress pants and a button down held together with a nice blue tie at the edge of the hotel ballroom, watching as students flooded in and keeping an eye out for Noah. He wasn't sure why, the high schooler obviously wouldn't want to spend his last homecoming with an older friend he barely knew than with his real friends who were still in school. Yet, Chase couldn't help the grin that spread on his face as he spotted Noah walking in, leaving his spot in the corner to say hi.

"Hey Noah, you look great." The older boy greeted, surprised to see Noah all dressed up for once.

mogy​

 

[Soap]

Evie

Evie couldn't help but roll her eyes at Adriane's whole disney princess facade. Although, she felt a little bad for her. She deserved all that stuff too. It wasn't fair that she didn't have any of it. Evie pretends she could care less, but Adriane was a real friend, and honestly someone she trusted. And Evie didn't trust many people. Letting the whole first kisses and boy stuff blow over, she had a point. "...Thanks." She glanced over in the mirror and... she looked nice.

Maybe the pink wasn't so bad. Definitely not something to get used to though. A quick message on her phone revealed Grace and Sawyer were here... and that her plan was to distract the whole entire hospital. "My lesbians are here. I must go." Evie pocketed her phone and unlocked the window near the bed, hesitating before leaving. She really didn't want her to go. Who else is she gonna have around here? With a groan, Evie marched back to the bed and pulled Adriane into a hug. "Don't tell anyone this happened. But... it's gonna suck without you around." And it was, but at least she's better, and even Evie isn't hoping Adriane ends up back here.

Winona

Grace

Grace was twiddling her thumbs together, glancing at her text messages and swiping through as if a new message would suddenly pop up. The two were waiting outside of the hospital, and Evie was clearly waiting for some kind of plan-- but the truth was, is that Grace didn't have one. Naturally, she told Sawyer she did. Because who would kidnap a child with her without a proper plan. Maybe literally no one besides Sawyer. But still, Grace was set on making this happen. "... so, I say we just walk in there, pretend that I... died, again? ... Alright, I don't know. I lied. Okay? I don't have a plan." Grace sighed heavily, admitting her failures.

How were they supposed to get her out of there? That hospital was like Alcatraz. There is no escape. Suddenly, the back door opened and no one other than Evie climbed inside of the car. "Okay boys, let's get this show on the road." Grace stared at her in bewilderment while Evie was already clicking her seatbelt in, only noticing the blonde's face afterwards. With a shrug, Evie clarified. "I climbed out a window." That was easy enough. The only part next was to actually get them to the dance. Which-- Grace heard it was pretty fancy, and that was definitely new, they haven't had a fancy school party since... what, kindergarten? That was probably... only a half lie. Tonight was going to be fun, she could practically feel it. "So, Tatum let me back on the cheer team today." An amazing win for all the pitiful looks she grabbed today, Grace was afraid she wouldn't get back onto the team until her senior year.

But thankfully, that wasn't the case. "Wow. How exciting." Evie deadpanned.

"So, am I like a third wheel here? Is this a date? Oooooh." The small brunette kicked her feet up onto the console, making herself rather comfortable in Sawyer's car.

If Grace wasn't already, she was starting to doubt her choice in bringing the brunette along.

KingofAesir​

Greyson

So... this was a date right?

Like, an actual date, date?

Greyson wouldn't know. He hasn't been on a date since... well, come to think of it. He never really had a date. Unless you count the whole arcade with Alison O'Connor in the ninth grade. She was sweet. And then... she left him. Okay, no pity parties here. They weren't technically dating anyway. He just liked her, and... she didn't like him back. It's alright though, Grey was used to unrequited feelings by now. "Mom, I can't do it." Greyson pulled off the tie and threw it onto the bed. A few moments later Gwen appeared, pointing to the tie onto the bed. "Did you even try?" She asked, concern written all over her face for a dumb tie. "Yes! I've been trying for thirty minutes. I just... can't do it." He was always used to failing, believe it or not. There was always that voice in the back of his head that told him he couldn't do something, and unbeknownst to him, that's exactly the reason why he couldn't do them in the first place. Something was bothering him and it was clear it wasn't just about the way he looked.

"Alright, let's see here. Stand up." She ordered. He felt so stupid, Greyson was eighteen and only a junior, and here he was, getting his mother's help because he couldn't even tie a tie. It barely took a full twenty seconds before his tie was adjusted. He could tell she was upset too. She had been ever since the whole Grace thing. His mother wasn't evil, she felt bad for Kate and Grace, but sometimes it's hard not to feel like you're the other family. Jonathan just picked his old role back up, and it's like he forgot he had a wife and son too. Well, not legally married wife, but a commitment was a commitment.

"Thanks, Mom." Gwen kissed him on the cheek which only led to Greyson furiously wiping off the reminder of the pink lipstick as soon as she left the room.

Moms, man. They were crazy.

--

Greyson wandered up to the enterance of the hotel and almost passed Jackie by, he didn't even know it was her! He must've gotten so excited to actually find Jackie, that he barely paid attention to his surrondings. "Sorrysorry, you didn't have to wait for me!" At least, that's what he assumed she was doing. Why else would she be out here? Wait, what are you doing? Quick Greyson, compliment her! "You look amazing! Seriously, like..." The blonde mimicked an explosion with his hands, sounds effects and everything. "Mind blowing, amazing." Yeah, alright, he was a little bit of a nerd.

But it was the thought that counts. Oh! Speaking of that, he lifted the little plastic box he had and presented it to Jackie, barely giving her any room to reply to literally any of his words. "I also got you this, I didn't know if you would like a rose, but I got a rose, that's pretty right? I thought it was pretty, wait... if I'm being honest, I don't really know if corsages do roses because of the thorns, so maybe this is a different flower?" Look, he was a computer nerd, not one of those booksmart, beautiful nerds like Jackie.

He had rambled on so much he barely even noticed the expression on Jackie's face. Thankfully, he realized something might've been up. Maybe she was just staring off into the distance for an actual reason and not just being nice and waiting for him-- not that she wasn't nice! But... maybe everything wasn't about him.

"Sorry. I'm being stupid. Are you okay?"

geminiy​