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Realistic or Modern Whispering Pines ᨒ↟ 𖠰 ~ Cozy Winter SOL ~ MAIN

Kennedy Redfern
Auto Shop Co-Owner
Location
Autoshop Apartment
"I am so screwed"
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K
ennedy glanced at Bryson, a slight smirk playing on her lips.
“You’re acting like a parent, you know,”
she teased, referring to his comment about bringing a jacket. Beneath her playful tone, though, lingered the weight of what she knew but was too scared to confront. His words about childhood rides and throwing up swirled in her mind as she nodded; walking out the door he held open along with holding her coat. The way he held the door open for her and closed it gently behind them made her feel cherished—an unfamiliar but intoxicating feeling she didn’t want to lose.

As they drove to the carnival, Kennedy sat quietly, her hand resting in his. She knew there were rides she couldn’t go on and began brainstorming excuses. Maybe she could suggest getting a doughboy first; that might keep him off the rides for fear of getting sick. Her thoughts raced as she tried to find ways to simply enjoy their time together without raising suspicion. The smell of sugar and fried dough wafted through the car windows as they approached the carnival grounds.

Bryson’s hand tightened around hers, pulling her out of her thoughts. She turned to him, smiling at the sight of his focused expression.
“You know,”
she said softly,
“you look very handsome when you’re concentrating on driving.”
Leaning her head against his arm, still holding his hand, she felt a pang of guilt. She had to tell him eventually—about everything—but the timing felt impossible. With Paris on the horizon, she didn’t want him to think her confession was an attempt to make him stay, even though they both knew she didn’t want him to leave.

As they parked and stepped out into the vibrant lights of the carnival, Kennedy’s anxiety spiked. She knew she had to navigate this evening carefully, ensuring that Bryson didn’t suspect anything was amiss. They walked hand in hand, the sounds of the carnival surrounding them. The smell of cotton candy and popcorn filled the air, and for a moment, Kennedy let herself forget about her worries and simply enjoy the moment.

As they walked Kennedy couldn’t help but steal glances at Bryson. His smile was infectious, and for a moment, she let herself believe that everything would be okay. But the weight of her secret lingered, a constant reminder that she couldn’t keep it hidden forever. She knew she had to find the courage to tell him, but the fear of how he might react kept her silent. For now, she was focused fk pushed those thoughts aside and focus on the present.






 
AUTUMN BLOOM
Autumn leaned in a little closer, her elbows now rested on the counter as she watched Heston's dramatics with a mix of irritation and amusement. He was relentless, and the way he seemed to enjoy teasing her only made her more determined to hold her ground. “Just because I’m here selling you a love potion doesn’t mean I’m going to tolerate your nonsense,” she shot back, trying to sound stern even as the corners of her mouth turned up in betrayal.

“Original? You think a necklace for your ‘beloved’ is original?” She rolled her eyes, trying to dismiss the intrigue his words sparked within her. “Please, I’ve seen more creativity in a garden gnome.” It was nice to see someone so unbothered, especially when she was knee deep in her own frustrations. As he leaned closer, she could smell the faint hint of his cologne, which only fueled her annoyance but also made her heart race a little faster.

But there was something about his confidence that drew her in. Claiming he was an “odd fetish,” made her chuckle softly. “I think I’d prefer a cat over your antics any day,” she quipped, shaking her head. “More charming, huh? You’re really full of yourself,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. But as he flexed his arms dramatically, she couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up despite her attempts to remain neutral.

“Okay, Mr. Masculine Charm, if you’re so confident in your… charms, I'll even give you a great deal on this potion,” she replied, matching his playful bravado. Heston’s antics were distracting, but Autumn appreciated how it was making her feel. Like she was less lonely on Valentine's Day. “Fine, you can be my guinea pig, but if this potion doesn’t work and you end up alone at the end of the day, don’t come crying to me,” she warned, her eyes narrowing playfully.

“Besides, who knows? Maybe I’ll make you my secret weapon. One dose, and they won’t know what hit them,” she joked, a genuine smile breaking through her teasing facade as she turned to grab the bottle off the shelf.

Mentions: Heston - PotatochipsRlit PotatochipsRlit
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nervous/excited
Everett Atkinson
Everett had spent the last few days gearing up for this, flying into Revelstoke with one person on his mind: Zara.

The nerve of her, going silent on him and just sneaking off without a word. This was not just a personal issue; after his public proposal had gone viral, he had to maintain a certain image, and her sudden departure threatened to ruin everything. He had a reputation to uphold.

Settling into Revelstoke was a mixed bag—sure, the locals were friendly, but the lack of towering skyscrapers and luxury cars felt like a slap in the face to his urban sensibilities.

Clutching an array of designer bags filled with lavish gifts and exquisite jewelry, he aimed to make a grand romantic gesture. It was Valentine’s Day, after all, and the only language he understood in expressing affection was through money.

He splurged on countless bouquets of roses and a mountain of chocolates, turning her hotel room into a sea of petals. He was merely replicating those scenes he'd seen in movies, convinced that what he was doing was romantic.

He had even curated a playlist, convinced that this would win her over. As he stood there like a lovesick fool, waiting for her to walk through the door, he felt a rush of excitement that felt almost childlike.

When she finally stepped in, his broad smile faltered at her unimpressed demeanor and biting words. Did he let that ruin his mood? Absolutely not.

“Zara, looking stunning as usual,” he countered with a smirk, glancing eagerly around the room as if his extravagant gifts could overshadow his intrusion into her private space.

She was his fiancée, after all, and he had every right to spoil her, even if his approach was questionable.

“What do you think, huh?” he exclaimed, arms flaring out dramatically. “I couldn’t let my future wife spend Valentine’s Day alone, especially after you left so abruptly.” He stepped closer, looking down at her, and offered her the chocolates, hoping to lift the mood with his extravagant gestures.

Everett let out a shaky laugh, clearly feeling the pressure of the whole situation.. even as clueless as he was. "And, you know, you weren't exactly answering my calls or messages," he said, his voice betraying his unease.

It was evident that he was struggling with the situation; his incessant rambling was just a mask for his growing anxiety.
He tried to play it cool, but the bravado was slipping. "And..how about I take you to a nice restaurant or something? Im sure theres something expensive.. in this quaint town?" he suggested, his eyes darting away as if he was unsure of how the offer would land.


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Wren Cross

W
ren was still lost in his own thoughts, psyching himself out and fiddling with his fingers, when Mikey finally strolled onto the scene, calling out to ask if he’d been waiting long. Wren lifted his head to respond but paused, his gaze catching on Mikey as he took him in.
Ah. He had completely forgotten Mikey had shaved all his hair off. Well, his hair had grown back in by now, but he still remembered when he'd posted the picture of his head all...smooth. He had been expecting Mikey to show up with his pink wig, but his hair seemed to have grown back enough for him to feel comfortable with leaving the wig behind.
It was a pretty big change, but despite the new look, Wren didn’t dislike it. Usually, people shaved their heads when they were trying to look tough or cool, but for some reason, the first thought that settled over Wren was something warmer. Cute. The short hair suited Mikey in a way Wren hadn’t expected—he looked different, but still very much like the same Mikey. A smile tugged at Wren’s lips, a natural, easy one that wasn’t something he often gave out, especially not to someone he’d known for such a short time. But Mikey had a way of making him surprise himself, and ever since they’d met, it had become less of a shock that he was so at ease around him.
Wren took a step forward to meet Mikey as he finished walking up, his eyes glancing down at the box of treats Mikey was holding, his chest squeezing at the sweet gesture. A soft chuckle escaped him, amusement dancing in his eyes as he reached into the box and picked out one of the chocolate-covered strawberries.
"Heh, no, I’m not allergic to chocolate or strawberries and don't worry about it, I don’t mind getting messy."

He brought it up to his mouth and took a big bite, savoring the sweetness of the fruit. A small dribble of juice ran down the side of his mouth, proving Mikey’s statement right—that this snack was definitely messy—but Wren didn’t mind at all. The treat was so delicious that he could easily forgive any mess it left behind. He ran his thumb over the corner of his lip, wiping up the juice and a smudge of chocolate that had smeared over his bottom lip, then ran his tongue over the pad of his thumb, enjoying the lingering sweetness.
Peering back at Mikey he smiled through his chewing, letting out a soft sigh of satidfaction.
"Thanks, Mikey. I feel a little bad I didn’t bring anything."
He said sliding the rest of the strawberry between his lips, savoring every bite. As he chewed, he thought for a moment about how he could make up for this lapse in thought. How could Wren invite Mikey out and not think about grabbing something to show his thanks?
Then, sucking his fingers clean one by one of the leftover chocolate residue, he nodded his head toward the gathering group of participants for the ghost tour.
"I’ll buy you something after the tour, so then we’ll be even."




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location:
Ghost Tour

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KINGSTON CRAY MILLARD
Valentines Day. It was irrelevant to Kingston. The man had much more important things to be worrying about. Or so he'd say. He was always busy with handling cases or covering positions at the police department. He had no time to even be thinking about love, or romance, or commercial holiday nonsense. No. Kingston's "love" was with his work. He didn't care much for Valentines at all. At least that's what he let on. Though anyone couldn't help but wonder if that was how he truly felt about these sort of things, or if it was just a wall he put up for himself.

Either way, Kingston would always be focused on his job. Today, Sheriff Lawson wasn't coming into the station. Kingston was covering for him while he was taking some time off. The detective was the one sat at the desk, busying himself with important paperwork and files. Kingston wore his usual cold and indifferent expression as he typed away at the computer. The man had the most serious case of "Resting Bitch Face." Most people would always assume that he was pissed off. It added to his intimidating aura every time. But if you paid close enough attention, it seemed like the guy was just really tired.

Things were moving along normally during Kingston's shift. That is until the doors to the police department swung open, and in walked a woman like she meant business. Kingston simply glanced up from what he was doing to watch the lady come in. His expression remained unwavered as he sat there observing the random woman. "What seems to be the issue, Miss?" He spoke in a mostly flat tone. The lady, who revealed herself to be Victoria Sinclair, then reported herself for attempted murder of "Casper Samson." A name that Kingston felt like he recognized from somewhere.

Kingston simply raised an eyebrow as he looked Victoria up and down. He didn't look shocked or impressed, or anything like that. He's dealt with his fair share of murder cases. And the man has definitely seen some shit. What he was confused about, however, was what exactly her motive was in all of this. Not often does the killer immediately turn themself in after committing the act. Kingston went silent for a moment as he stared at Victoria.

"Is that so?" Kingston's demeanor stays almost the same. But now was the time to get serious and act. He sighed as he stood up from the desk, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in the court of law." Kingston recited the infamous statements as he arrested Victoria. He made sure to get onto his radio and report the situation to officers on standby.

Kingston then took her fingerprints, mugshots, and checked her for anything she might have been carrying on her. Such as her knife. Victoria was then placed in the cell. Afterwards, he filed in all of her information into the database, pulling up her records. The Sinclair Family. He's heard about them before. Pretty rich family. Kingston scoffed to himself. No surprise that they also turned out to be shady.


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Lukas Nam

W
atching Angela stride through the doors, Lukas couldn’t help but let his grin widen, sure that it would irk her the moment her gaze landed on him. If he was being honest, he hadn't been 100% sure she’d show up. He half-thought she’d just said she would so he’d stop texting her. So when she actually walked in, he couldn’t help the cheery look that took over his expression.
He sat up as Angela plopped down beside him, clearly not as enthused as he was to be here.
"’Course I did, I'm a gentleman after all. Kept the seat all warm and toasty just for you."

Leaning back casually against the chair, one arm slung over the back, Lukas squinted at her with a playful glint in his eyes as she mentioned they'd be even after this. He wanted to joke that saving her from getting arrested should have earned him more than just one little hangout, but he decided against it. He didn’t want to push her buttons too soon, especially not before they’d even started having any fun. So, he just nodded instead, keeping it light.
"Mmm, sure, yeah, well be even."

His gaze lingered on her for a moment as she complained about the activity he’d picked, his eyes tracing her exasperated expression with an amused smirk.
Lukas held a hand to his chest in mock offense, tilting his head dramatically, his brows furrowing as he put on a slight pout.
"What's wrong with potion making? We get to feel like witches around a cauldron! What's so bad about that huh?!"

Leaning forward, he pulled the ingredients on the table closer, hoarding them to his chest, crowding them closer so he could see what they were working with, pulling the little instruction slip closer as well, but paying less mind to that then the actual colorful ingredients in front of them. As she glanced around at the other participants, Lukas exaggeratedly rolled his eyes.
"Jeez, I didn’t know you were so meek, Angela. Why are you so focused on everyone else? If you really wanna pay me back, then you should pay attention to me."

He grabbed the list of instructions, crumpled it up, and tossed it over his shoulder keeping eye contact with her the entire time, repeating the action he'd done last time but with his jacket. The paper hit someone on the head, and a soft
"What the hell?"
followed shortly after from behind them. Lukas didn’t even flinch, keeping his eyes locked on Angela as he smirked, clearly once again not caring about anyone being collateral damage.
"Look, we don’t even have to say it’s a love potion. We can go off script, improvise, add our own ingredients, make something devious instead~"





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location:
Moonlit Aura

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Auriela Grace Hale
Constable Daughter/Wild Child
Location
Hale house
"They mean the world to me"
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urie sat across from Roman, sharing a milkshake and a small laugh that escaped her lips.
"I still have fun,"
she said, her voice emphasizing each syllable to make her point clear.
"What's the point if not to find joy in life?"
She reached out, taking their hand in hers, and her heart fluttered even more at the unusual look in their eyes. It was different from the normal loving gaze they usually shared, and it filled her with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

"I find you fun,"
she declared, her words filled with conviction and sincerity. Roman had transformed her life in countless ways, making everything extraordinary and special. They had a way of turning ordinary moments into unforgettable experiences, and she cherished every second they spent together. Finishing their milkshake, they walked hand in hand to dispose of the cup, marking the start of their adventure.

As they strolled through the vibrant atmosphere, Aurie's eyes sparkled with excitement. She loved days like this, filled with laughter and adventure. Now, with Roman by her side, everything felt even more magical. They approached the Ferris wheel, its colorful lights and gentle hum drawing them in. Aurie's smile broadened as she gazed up at it. She loved the view from the top, especially when it stopped, allowing her to take in the breathtaking panorama. And now, she had Roman to share it with, to lean into and just be in their presence.

"You coming, slowpoke?"
she teased, her eyes sparkling with delight as she gazed into Roman's blue eyes. Her voice was playful, but her heart was filled with gratitude for this moment, for Roman, and for the joy they brought into her life. Despite the crowd around them, it felt like they were alone, lost in their own little world. Aurie's face and eyes clearly showed how happy and appreciative she was of Roman, and she knew that nothing could top the simple pleasure of being with them. As they stepped into the Ferris wheel carriage, Aurie leaned into Roman, feeling the warmth of their body and the comfort of their presence. She knew that this was where she belonged – with them, surrounded by the beauty of life.





 
BLYTHE POTTS
Blythe barely waited for Khaila to shut the door before she started rambling again, words spilling out faster than her brain could think. "Okay, so, I know this is a lot," she said, shifting on her feet as she tried to explain herself. "And I didn’t mean to just... dump this all on you like we're in some weird rom com, but I swear Khai, I’ve been sitting on this for so long, and if I didn’t do it today, I was probably gonna combust, and that would’ve been super messy, and I’m pretty sure Mikah would not appreciate blood on her nice floors."

She stopped, realizing she was talking way too much. Blythe ran a hand through her hair, letting out a nervous laugh. "What I’m trying to say, before I make an even bigger fool of myself, is… I meant all of it. The note, the flowers, the..." she gestured vaguely at the chocolates before finally looking at Khaila again. For a second, she thought she saw something different in those usually distant eyes.

"I just..." Blythe hesitated, but only for a moment. "I really like you, Khai." She let the words settle between them, her voice quieter now, more certain. "And I know you probably weren’t expecting this today. Hell, I wasn’t expecting to actually say it, but… yeah. That’s it. That’s everything." She exhaled sharply, laughing at herself. "Wow, that was so much talking. Sorry. You can say something now. Or like… throw me out, if that’s where we’re at." She shot Khaila a nervous smile, trying to ignore the way her heart felt like it was going to fall out of her chest.

Mentions: Khaila - ShellBelles ShellBelles
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mood :
nothing better than this

location :
carnival
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Bryson
Bryson cracked a content smile as he cruised along the road, his thumb lazily brushing against Kennedy's knuckles, their hands intertwined.

The happiness bubbling inside him was almost unbearable..he had always thought that a crowd was necessary in order to have fun, but with Kennedy beside him, that notion flew out the window.

She filled every empty corner of his being, filling a void he never knew he had. Thats the exact reason he referred to her as his ‘christmas miracle’.

As Kennedy let out a compliment that caught him off guard, he raised an eyebrow, nearly chuckling at the unexpected praise. “Do I now?” he replied with a playful side-glance before lifting her hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Well, you know you’re always looking pretty handsome yourself,” he bantered, finally releasing the laugh he had been holding, it was never dull with her, they always had some sort of fun in their conversations, and if not that, then some other emotion/expression he had come to cherish with her.

“But seriously, you look fantastic, as always." His grin widened as he returned his focus to the road ahead, navigating the challenge of finding a parking spot, but eventually managing it without losing his cool.
Exiting the car, they grabbed their essentials and with her hand firmly in his, he posed a question, “So, food or rides first?” The scents of various carnival foods teased his senses; although he had a soft spot for the food at such events, he was more than willing to go along with whatever Kennedy wanted.

“We’ve got an entire day to look around..we can just wander for a bit.” He swung their hands playfully, an undeniable excitement radiating from him, a reflection of the joy he felt participating in these outings, likely conditioned by old memories with his dad.

“You call the shots, Ken,” he assured her with a warm look, handling the payment for their tickets as they stepped into the lively chaos of the carnival grounds.
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Lawson Blake Hale
Constable
Location
Hale House
"I hope she likes Tulips"
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A
s Lawson headed to Talisa's place, he stopped to pick up a bouquet of tulips. Unlike the traditional roses often associated with Valentine's Day, tulips represented a unique and thoughtful gesture, much like Talisa herself. He wanted to stand out, to show her that he understood and appreciated her individuality. Once he paid, he was ready to see her, aware she might still be getting ready. He didn't want to disturb her, so he let himself in, a courtesy he usually reserved for special occasions.

Upon entering, he called out,
"Hey Tali,"
as he placed the tulips on her table and hung his jacket on the coat rack. He made his way towards her room, pausing when he saw her in the bathroom, her hand against the sink. Taking a moment to absorb the scene, his eyes scanned the space as if he were surveying a crime scene, taking in every detail. That's when his gaze landed on multiple pregnancy tests scattered on the floor. His eyes returned to Talisa, her hand on her stomach, and he felt a mix of concern and relief wash over him.
"Tali?"
he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Stepping into the bathroom, he pulled her close, knowing this wasn't the time for panic. She needed his comfort, and he provided it, holding her tight and kissing the top of her forehead.
"Hey, it's going to be okay,"
he whispered, his lips still against her warm skin. The unspoken truth was clear, and he didn't need to see the tests to know the answer. He could sense her anxiety, her uncertainty, and he knew he had to be strong for her.

As he held her, Lawson couldn't help but think about the implications. He had been a father before, but that was a lifetime ago. The thought of starting anew, of being a parent again at this stage in his life, brought a mix of emotions. There was concern, yes, but also a sense of wonder and possibility. He looked down at Talisa, her eyes filled with tears, and his heart swelled with love and support. This was a moment they would face together, as a team.

"Tali,"
he said softly,
"we'll figure this out. We'll do it together."
He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes, and smiled reassuringly.
"We've got this,"
he added, his voice filled with conviction.




 
Honey Potts

H
oney had a stalker~
Or at least, she was at least being watched. Eyes pinned to her—her body, her face, everything, it was a feeling she was used to, one she didn’t think much about. After all, she’d been the object of people’s attention and affection for as long as she could remember. But just because she was used to it didn't mean she'd grown numb to it, she still noticed when someone’s gaze lingered a bit too long.
So, when she felt that familiar burning sensation on the side of her face, Honey made a subtle shift in her seat, casually scanning the room. She didn’t have to look far to spot the lucky person who couldn’t seem to tear their eyes away from her.
Her searching gaze drifted across the crowd of cafe patrons, her attention falling on a woman sitting alone at a table close to hers. The woman’s gaze darted down the moment Honey’s eyes landed on her. Cute. Honey didn’t know anything about her, but the way she was sitting—body curled inward, scribbling in a notebook—made her seem like the quiet type.
Honey kept her eyes on her just a half a second longer, before she looked away. However, she angled herself in her seat so she could keep the woman in her peripheral vision. Taking a slow sip of her juice, she observed the little back-and-forth: the woman would occasionally glance up, stare at Honey for a bit, then quickly look back down to scribble some more. Up. Down. Up. Down. Honey found herself growing increasingly amused by how easily she’d caught onto the woman’s curious gaze.
After a while of simply letting this little dance play out, Honey decided it was time to take action. She didn’t typically feel the need to engage with everyone who watched her, but something about the way this woman kept sneaking glances piqued her curiosity. What was she doing in that notebook every time she looked away?
Honey waited a beat, allowing the woman to lower her gaze once again before she got up. She moved in a wide arc around the room, deliberately avoiding walking directly over to the table. She wanted to catch the woman off guard and prevent her from having the chance to hide whatever she was working on.
Silently, Honey tiptoed closer, just close enough to peek over the woman’s shoulder. The woman, now noticing the empty seat where Honey had been just moments ago, glanced over her shoulder, but it was too late. Honey was already close enough to see the sketch in her notebook.
It was a drawing of her.
In the sketch, Honey’s head was angled just as it had been, her eyes conveying that light amusement she often had in her bright eyes. It was a really good drawing. Honey couldn’t help but smile wide at it.
She leaned forward, peering even closer at the artwork, now clearly within the woman’s line of sight. Tilting her head to the side, looking away from the sketch to her apparent admirer their eyes finally met for the first time, Honey’s smile grew even wider.
"Well, aren’t you a naughty little thing~"
She clicked her tongue playfully, not in annoyance, but with a teasing tone as she kept her gaze locked on the woman.
"You know it’s illegal to steal someone’s likeness without their permission, right~? I wonder... should I call the cops?"

Honey’s voice was light, flirtatious even, as she leaned in a little closer to the woman. In truth, she didn’t care—she was pretty sure it wasn’t actually illegal to sketch someone in public. But with the way the woman had been sneaking peeks at her, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to have a little fun and tease her. The drawing, after all, was a pretty impressive rendition of her.


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location:
Cafe

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Zoe Lizy Lizy
 
TALISA SKY
Talisa didn’t move at first. She just stood there, her eyes on him, her mind racing too fast to form a single coherent thought. The moment felt surreal, like she was watching this scene go one from the outside. She was completely disconnected from her own body. But then Lawson spoke. His voice soft, steady, reassuring. And when he pulled her into his arms, something in her cracked.

Her shoulders trembled as she exhaled, finally leaning into him. She didn’t cry, but her throat burned like she wanted to. Like she might if she let herself. "I-" She started to speak but stopped, shaking her head slightly. There was too much to say, and yet, she had no idea where to even begin. She had wanted to tell him, no him walk in on her. But she'd been so out of it since that last test turned positive, she hadn't even heard him walk in.

Talisa slowly pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes searching his face for some sort of reaction to this... news. "I- I wasn’t expecting this," she admitted, her voice quieter than usual. "Not right now. Maybe not even ever." She glanced down at the tests on the floor, her stomach twisting. It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about the possibility. She had, of course. But seeing the proof laid out in front of her was something else entirely. It made it real. And real was terrifying.

"I don’t know what to do, Lawson." Her voice wavered slightly, something rare for her. She was used to being sure of things, of having a plan, of knowing the next step. But this? This was uncharted territory. She inhaled deeply, forcing herself to meet his gaze again. "Are you… okay?" It felt like a ridiculous question, considering she was the one spiraling, but she needed to hear his answer. Needed to know she wasn’t alone in this.

Mentions: Lawson - PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern
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T’KAYA STONEWATER
T’kaya let out a shaky breath, giving her hands a quick shake like that would somehow stop her nerves from wrecking her. "Okay. It’s just Gage. No big deal. Except it is a big deal because you’re literally about to ask him out." She said to herself, pacing back and forth.

She turned to check the setup one last time. The picnic blanket was laid out perfectly in the middle of the studio, surrounded by little candles and flower petals. She had spent way too long making sure the food looked good. She had even cooked his favorites, which felt a little too obvious, but whatever. It was cute. Romantic, but not too over the top. At least, she hoped. But also, maybe this was too much for someone who doesn't even know she likes him?

Her phone buzzed. Gage was on his way.

T’kaya smoothed down her dress, trying to act normal even though her heart was basically going to fall out of her chest. "Breathe. You literally told him this was for music. He has no clue what’s actually happening." She went silent though, the moment the studio door opened.

She whipped around, too fast to be casual, and instantly felt ridiculous. Gage walked in, his steps echoing against the floor. She watched as he took everything in. Her face reddening when she realized she couldn't find the words while his face contorted with confusion. But Before he could ask, she blurted, “I-it's not..." she paused, trying to get her stutter under control. “It’s not for music.” She hesitated, shifting from foot to foot. This was the part where she was supposed to be smooth and confident. That's how she usually presented to everyone. But right now she just... couldn't.

"I, uh… I actually set this up for you." Her fingers twisted the hem of her sleeve. "Because there’s something I need to say." She exhaled hard. "I like you, Gage. Like, really like you. And I was kinda hoping this could be a date instead?” And just like that, it was out there. No going back now.

She just hoped he didn't hate her now.

Mentions: Gage - fieldofclover fieldofclover
coded by kaninchen
 
Isabelle Rose Everhart
Author
Location
Jupiter's Door
"You got this"
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B
elle looked up at Jupiter with a small chuckle, biting her lip as she asked,
"Hey, so I know it's Valentine's Day and all, but I was wondering if you'd like to join me on a little adventure?"
She pushed a stray strand of hair back, her eyes scanning him from head to toe.
"Unless you already have plans, you seem dressed up,"
she added, trying to keep her cool as she stood outside his lodge room door.

She knew it was a risk, but she wanted to at least try. After all, their last few hangouts hadn't been disastrous, just minor hiccups. This wasn't a redo date; it was just a casual outing.
"I heard about this potion-making activity and thought it could be fun,"
she said, shrugging slightly.
"I wasn't really feeling the carnival scene or ghost tour. It seems like everyone else is into that sort of thing, but I thought this might be something different and interesting."


Belle hesitated, unsure how to express her desire to spend time with him without revealing too much. She didn't want to admit that she enjoyed his company, not yet. They were just starting to get along, and she feared that being too forward might scare him off.
"You don't have to say yes,"
she began,
"I just... didn't want to be stuck in the lodge anymore, and you're my only other friend here. The rest all have dates,"
she admitted, glancing up at him with a calm demeanor.

As she waited for his response, Belle couldn't help but think about how much she had enjoyed their previous interactions. Despite the occasional awkwardness, there was something about Jupiter that drew her in. Maybe it was his quirky sense of style or the way he always seemed to break down her walls when they weren't expecting it. Whatever it was, she found herself wanting to be around him more often.

She took a deep breath, trying to appear nonchalant despite the butterflies in her stomach.
"No pressure, really. If you're busy, I completely understand,"
she said, attempting to sound casual. But deep down, she hoped he would say yes. She hoped he would join her on this adventure and maybe, just maybe, they could create some new, better memories together, and call this the actual date they should have had.






 
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Valentine's Day was always one of the best days to work. Monica had always found herself making more money than usual, it was one of those days when guys were willing to pay a little extra not to feel so alone. And Monica understood that. She'd had countless bad Valentine's Days. Terrible dates, time spent all alone, she'd even been broken up with on the holiday once before. As strange as it was, she still liked the holiday. Something about it gave her hope. All these people seeking connection reminded her that life didn't have to be so lonely.

She was doing well at the club, as usually. Engaging the customers, making good tips. But, over the last few days, she'd been a bit distracted. Her mind frequently wandered to Arlo, the man who had been dragged along to visit a strip club, clearly uncomfortable. She knew it was kind of ridiculous to hope that he'd wander in here again, but that didn't stop her from sneaking glances at the door occasionally, hoping he'd walk in to come see her.

It shouldn't mean anything. Monica could create chemistry with anyone, it was her job. She told herself it probably didn't mean anything to him. She was just a stripper. A fun little escape for him for one night. But in that one night, she could have swore that they really had something. She tried not to dwell on it, fearing she'd only disappoint herself.

Monica took to the stage, performing her set like a total pro, coming out of it with more than enough dollar bills to make it worth it. Once she made her way offstage she quickly stashed her money away and took to the floor again, ready to get to business. She stopped by the bar to try and chat with the bartender when they were free, get a few tips on the clientele, but then she heard him. Monica swore her heart stopped as she turned around to face him. "It's you! Hi!" She greeted, voice full of enthusiasm. She couldn't help it, she was just so thrilled that he'd come in.

Her heart raced as he asked his question, a smile spreading across her face. "Yes! I would love that," she blurted out, not thinking twice about her answer. But, her face flushed a little when she really thought about it. This wasn't the first time a client had asked her out, even if it was the first time she wanted to say yes. "Wait, I mean, yes. But, I have to make sure of a couple things first.... are you like a stalker, murderer, kidnapper? You're not just asking me out so you can keep a private stripper in your basement, are you?"
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Emiko Sallow

A
slow, knowing smile curled at the corners of Emiko’s lips as she shook her head slightly, brushing off his clearly amused comment.
"Of course not, Sir, you're still young and thriving."
She smiled, a touch of humor dancing in her eyes.
"But I think it's fair to assume that anyone walking around all day like we've been might be getting a little tired by now. Not to mention..."
She lifted a foot slightly, pointing down to her heels.
"I've been wearing these heels all day. So the break might've been a little for me, as much as it was for you."
She wasn’t in any real pain; she was accustomed to marching around in heels all day, but even she had to admit that a short break wouldn’t hurt.
When he nodded toward the stand and casually asked if she'd like to share a meal with him, Emiko bit the inside of her cheek, considering all that might entail before answering. There was no issue with sharing a simple meal between coworkers, of course—it was a perfectly natural thing to do. But Emiko knew that things between her and Mathieu were never truly simple. They’d developed a...sort of unspoken language, a way of communicating with glances and subtle tones that told each other exactly what they wanted without needing to say it aloud. It was useful at work, but even more so in those moments when one of them wanted something more, something that went beyond the casual conversation and into a more passionate direction.
As Mathieu’s words lingered in the air and his gaze warmed, she could already feel the heat between them, that unmistakable pull he always had on her. It wasn’t just about food. No, she realized, the invitation was layered with something else, something far more enticing.
"I could go for some supper...yeah, sure."
She said it with a smile, stepping closer to him, already mentally preparing to walk with him toward the stand.
But then, something caught her eye—a flash of red. Her gaze flickered down to his coat pocket, where a rectangular note stuck out, the bright red envelope adorned with pink lacing and hearts drawn all around it. Emiko tilted her head slightly, a moment of surprise flashing in her eyes. How long had that been there? She froze for a moment, suddenly shocked still. Was it something for her? Was he planning on giving it to her?
...No, no, they had a deal to keep stuff casual, neither of them had time for serious relationships, and even then if Mathieu were to get her a Valentine's Day car, she figured, he'd probably pick something a little less...gaudy. She couldn’t quite picture him opting for something so...obvious? Desperate?
So maybe someone had slipped him the little gift? Someone like a child, prone to going overboard for a first crush on the town's newly appointed charming mayor? Now that made sense.
Shaking off the thought, Emiko looked up at him again, a teasing smirk forming at the corner of her lips. She couldn’t resist the playful moment. Reaching over, she tapped the note half-sticking out of his pocket.
"I think you’ve got a secret admirer there, Mathieu~"



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Kennedy Redfern
Auto Shop Co-Owner
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"I am so screwed"
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ennedy glanced at Bryson, a teasing smile lighting up her face.
"Food. I could hear your stomach rumbling the entire drive,"
she said, giving his hand a playful squeeze. Their banter came so naturally, and it was one of the things she loved most about him. As they walked side by side a knot was forming in her stomach. She had been carrying a secret for days, and the weight of it was becoming unbearable.

As they approached the food stand, Kennedy's smile faltered for just a moment, her thoughts drifting to the secret weighing heavily on her mind. She quickly recovered, focusing on the menu to distract herself.
"I'll take one doughboy to share,"
she said after a quick glance, her voice steady but her heart racing. She watched as Bryson paid, her fingers fidgeting slightly with the edge of her sleeve. The sound of laughter and chatter around them seemed to fade into the background as her anxiety grew.

When she took the food from the worker, Kennedy's hands trembled slightly as she dusted it with powdered sugar. She tried to focus on the simple task, but her mind kept wandering back to the conversation she knew she had to have. Bryson noticed nothing out of the ordinary, too caught up in the excitement of their evening together.

When he joined her again, she forced a small smile.
"Hey, let's go enjoy this at that picnic table,"
she suggested, nodding toward it. As they walked over, Kennedy's chest felt heavier with each step. The picnic table was nestled under a string of fairy lights, creating a cozy atmosphere that seemed to mock her with its tranquility. Once seated, she took a deep breath, gripping the edge of the table to steady herself.

For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound the distant hum of music and the occasional laugh from passersby. Kennedy's eyes drifted to Bryson, who was watching her with a curious expression, sensing that something was off. She knew she couldn't delay any longer.

"I'm pregnant,"
she finally said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. Her voice cracked as she rushed to explain.
"I know what you're going to think, but this isn't about stopping you from going to Paris. I just... I needed to tell you."
Tears welled in her eyes as she added softly,
"I'm scared."


Kennedy's gaze dropped to her trembling hands, afraid to meet Bryson's eyes, fearing his reaction. The silence that followed felt like an eternity, her heart pounding in her chest.






 



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Heston's intrigue simmered just beneath the surface every time his eyes fell on Autumn, but the way she inched closer made it hard for him to maintain his composure he always prided himself on..the composure he always held with simple jests and remarks.. "A cat over my antics, huh?" he raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"Didn’t peg you as the furry type, but hey, whatever floats your boat." He shrugged, stifling a laugh. "I’m way more charming than you think.. just give me a chance to show you, and you’ll be convinced." His smirk was playful, but there was a hint of sincerity lurking beneath the surface.

Her laughter only made him feel more confident with each remark and retort... "Honestly, I would’ve bought whatever you were selling even without a deal, just to keep you in business," he said, running a hand through his tousled hair and glancing around the shop.

"But it looks like you’re doing just fine on your own..potion-making events? Wow, Autumn, you’re really climbing the ladder," he remarked, his smile genuine yet tinged with mischief as a smirk crept back onto his face.



"I trust whatever concoction you whip up for me; just pray it doesn’t turn me into a frog.." he chuckled, placing a hand dramatically on his chest as if the mere thought was scandalous.

"And come crying to you? Shesh... what kind of guy do you take me for?" he scoffed, his tone light. "Your secret weapon? I’m flattered, truly," he said with exaggerated flair before vaulting over the counter.

"Alright, I’m buying, and I should get to choose which one, right?" he grinned, watching her as she turned to the potion shelf. Then, leaning in closer, his demeanor shifted, the playful banter giving way to something more serious.

"How about you try it with me?" he suggested, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, but he quickly added a joke to mask it. "It’ll be more fun that way.. you can test it out and give the customers a firsthand review." He bit his lip, wiggling his brows playfully.

"What do you say?" He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on her, waiting for her response.

































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Angela Martinez

Angela couldn't suppress a derisive snort as she shot him a sideways glance. "Last I checked, gentlemen don’t just swipe a woman’s phone and start punching in their number like it’s some kind of game," she remarked, leaning back with her arms crossed, her eyes scanning the assortment of supplies laid out on the table.

She could feel his gaze lingering on her, but she wasn’t in the mood for playful banter; she just wanted to get this ridiculous situation over with. When he started rambling about witches and cauldrons, she shook her head, a small, almost genuine smile creeping onto her face despite herself. His odd sense of humor had a way of sneaking up on her. "Whatever you say," she replied, her smile beginning to fade as she leaned in, narrowing her eyes at him for hogging the ingredients.

"Alright, if we’re actually doing this.. together, we kind of both need to pull our weight," she grumbled, snatching the potion bottle from his grip and forcing a strained grin. Yet, his jeer about her being sidetracked and looking anywhere but at him, calling her meek, hit a nerve. "I’m not meek… I just haven't been to one of these before, not often do you get sucked into a valentines day cliche such as this," she mumbled under her breath, shifting her posture awkwardly as she crossed one leg over the other.

She raised a brow to his words, contemplating them for a moment.

"But if I’m paying all my attention to you, how are we supposed to get these potions done?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow and injecting a hint of playful sultriness into her tone, her eyes lingered on his for a moment as she rested her chin on her palm, her eyes flickered away when Lukas crumpled up a piece of paper and tossed it behind him. Seriously, did he have to be such a slob? He just loved to throw things about with little regard.

The sound of a guy behind Lukas complaining and even flipping him off made her chuckle. "God, I’ve never agreed with someone more," she said, glancing at the guy giving Lukas the finger, completely ignoring Lukas’s reaction.

"if this potion blows up, I’m blaming you," she added, shooting him a sidelong glance, all while pretending she wasn’t enjoying this absurd situation at all.

She let out a soft hum, her face softening for a rare moment. “And there’s one thing you have to tell me...” she shot him a side glance. “Truthfully,” she added, her tone turning sharp.

“How the hell did you even get my number? I hate to admit it, but I was probably too wasted that night to remember anything, and maybe that's for the best." A sigh escaped her lips, the memory of the fight and their impulsive escape flickering in her mind, thats all she really remembered.

Despite her reluctance to admit it, she found Lukas amusing, annoyingly amusing, though she barely knew him. But that didn’t seem to matter much if they were just going to let this be a one-off thing.

she started grabbing various ingredients and tossing them into bowls without a clue what she was doing, she pushed the thoughts aside..it was whatever.





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FLORENCE ANGELES
Florence's face was heating up from embarrassment as he used a bunch of napkins to wipe up the counter. The look on Clive's face told him that the situation was awkward for him as well. He chastised himself for making such a scene and not being casual about meeting again. He wasn't trying to make Clive feel bad. He didn't even blame Clive for this at all. If anything, it was Florence's fault for keeping their relationship in the friend zone. He practically drove Clive away with his lack of confidence and fear of ruining what they had.

Florence gave Clive a caring and worried look as he spoke up in a more comforting tone, trying to ease some of his tentions. "I-It's all good, man. Really. I get you have other things going on in your life and...y'know...having a lot on your plate. You don't have to worry about it." He tried to remain calm as he sat there next to his friend. Even now, Florence struggled to keep himself from getting overwhelmed from all the feelings that being with Clive brought up. In all honesty, he was just really glad he got the chance to see him again. Especially after thinking that he was gone for good.

Florence's cheeks burned brighter as he stared at Clive's soft smile and wave, hearing those words that made his heart beat against his chest. He swallowed before chuckling nervously as he looked to the side while scratching his neck. Goddamn it, here he was again. Acting like a bumbling fool over the smallest actions this man did. "Eheh. Yeah. M-Me too." He cleared his throat again, looking straight ahead as he continued to speak. "I appreciate it. You're a cool guy."

There was a moment of silence between the two of them, as Florence's thoughts were still racing in his head. He didn't know what to do. What to say. Of course, Clive was here now. But not for long. He should really be taking advantage of this moment. He was tempted to ask him if he wanted to spend the rest of his break with him, at his place. Or if maybe he could go to Clive's place instead. Florence just didn't want to be away from him after having him gone for so long. But again, he didn't want to weird Clive out.

Florence looked over at Clive hesitantly, contemplating his next choice of words before he spoke up again. "Um. H-How about a drink, huh? On me." He then called out to the bartender, ordering Clive a Tom Collins. Once they brought it to him, Florence let Clive take his sips from his glass, staring down at his own in thought. He gently rubbed his finger against the rim, trying to think of how to go about this without it being any more awkward. "So, um, how have things been? Anything new going on?"


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Josephine Caddel
Her friendly demeanor remained the same as Josephine looked at the other woman. She hoped she wasn't bothering her right now, seeing that she didn't even seem all too thrilled about being here. After all, Josephine knew that as an extrovert, she needed to be careful about overwhelming others and forcing them outside of their comfort zones. That's why she was about to add on that the lady didn't have to be partners with her if she didn't want to, and that she was fine with finding another person.

However, Josephine's worries were cut short when the woman agreed to letting her join her, and she smiled as she watched her move over to give her a seat. Josephine sat down beside the woman, very appreciative of her kindness. She still tried not to be too excessive about anything to not make her uncomfortable. "Thanks," she said in a soft tone, putting her bag down right next her. She let out a breath while letting herself relax from walking around a lot. Josephine took a moment to look around at the booth, taking in the surroundings.

She then glanced over at her new partner, noting the heavy and thoughtful look on her face. There seemed to be a lot on the woman's mind, that much Josephine could tell. A small sense of concern washed over her as she was tempted to ask if everything was alright. But again, she didn't want to pry into her personal life. Josephine always knew to respect everyone's boundaries. So instead, she would just try to make light of the moment. Perhaps she can lift the other lady's spirits through working together on pretty art.

She took a sheet of paper while still smiling, speaking up in that soft and friendly tone of hers. "This is kind of exciting. It's been a while since I've done anything art related. This is bringing me back to art class all over again. Gosh, I hope I haven't gotten any worse." Josephine let out a small laugh as she spoke, making light of the situation. She looked back over at the lady, making sure to keep tabs on her expressions to see how she was doing. She had always been pretty good at reading people and gaging how she was making them feel.

And of course, Josephine wanted nothing more than for her crafts partner to feel like she was having fun. That was Josephine's game. Making sure that the people in her community felt like they were in a fun and safe space. Perhaps she's taken after her parents. They took care of her for the longest time. She only hoped to do the same for all the special people in her life. Moving those thoughts to the side, Josephine brought her attention back to the lady next to her. "I'm Josephine, by the way. But you can call me Jo, if you'd like. Are you a fan of art?"


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Bryson

Bryson let out a soft chuckle, a smirk creeping onto his face as he glanced down at her. "What can I say? I saved my appetite just for this," he quipped, shaking his head lightly. His playful demeanor shifted slightly as he nudged her, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

"You must be pretty hungry too.. you haven't been eating much lately," he noted, but she quickly turned her attention to the menu at the food stand, leaving him to ponder her lack of appetite.

It struck him as odd; maybe she just wasn’t in the mood to eat, and he didn’t want to be that annoying guy who pried too much, but the thought gnawed at him. "Two doughboys," he corrected Kennedy with a playful grin, trying to keep everything light.

"Hey, I'm hungry," he shrugged, paying for their meals while she grabbed the food.

Without hesitation, he tore into the doughboy from her hands, licking his fingers with satisfaction.

"Mmm, expensive as heck, but worth it," he said, but his enjoyment faltered when he noticed her merely staring at the food.

"Uh, yeah... sure, alright," he mumbled, following her to the picnic table. Sitting across from her, he rubbed his hands together, trying to coax her into joining him.

"I can't eat this alone, c'mon Ken," he urged, tilting his head despite the tension etched on her face.

Curiosity bubbled within him.. she seemed burdened, as if she had something heavy weighing on her mind. Just as he was about to inquire about it..she blurted out the last thing he expected to hear..

"I'm pregnant."

A wave of disbelief washed over him, humor momentarily clouding his thoughts..surely she was joking, right? But as he looked into her eyes, wide with genuine fear, the reality hit him like a ton of bricks.

She wasn’t lying; the seriousness of her expression made it painfully clear. He sat there, frozen, grappling with the shock of her revelation.

Bryson's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts colliding as he tried to process what she had just said. "Pregnant?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it louder would somehow make it less real.

Bryson was completely lost in his thoughts, his eyes fixated on her for just a moment before he turned away, burying his face in his hands. He rubbed his face vigorously, grappling with the overwhelming flood of emotions that threatened to drown him.

He needed to catch his breath, his fingers tangling in his hair as he tried to make sense of it all. Minutes ticked by, and he barely registered the words spilling from her lips. Finally, he glanced back over his shoulder, his voice laced with urgency as he asked, "When did you find out, Kennedy..?" A wave of anxiety washed over him as he continued, "Were you scared.. afraid to tell me? God.. don’t tell me you’ve been sitting on this for weeks." His eyes were a mix of confusion and fear, but beneath it all, there was a deep concern that he couldn't shake off.

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ROMAN MARSHALL
A tender feeling blossomed within Roman as they felt Auriela's hand in theirs. They too were all aflutter from the light tone between them. And they were glad. Glad that Auriela could still have fun being with them. Roman knew that they weren't the most exciting person in the world. But if someone like Auriela felt differently about that, then it gave them plenty of reassurance. They let out a giddy chuckle as they sat there. "That's nice." Roman could only keep their eyes on Auriela as they finished their milkshake together. She was so lovely.

Afterwards, Roman and Auriela continued to stroll around the carnival, hand in hand. There was plenty of different attractions to partake in. And Roman wouldn't mind doing all of it with her. Though while deciding on what they should do next, the two of them seemed to have stumbled across the big ferris wheel. It had been a while since Roman had gotten onto one of these. But they were more than excited to be doing it with Auriela this time. And seeing how excited she was, there was no denying that now.

Roman smiled brightly as they stepped into the carriage together. They never let go of Auriela's hand as they rode higher and higher into the air. Eventually the two stopped right up at the top. Roman looked around, taking in the magical view. It felt like they were in their own little world. Alone with the love of their life. Roman glanced over at Auriela, once again admiring her smile and the life in her hazel eyes. A rush of affection seemed to build up in them at that moment. They suddenly wrapped their arms around Auriela, pulling her close before attacking her with a playful barrage of kisses all over her face and neck. "How are you so cute," they growled with faux frustration while doing so.

After their playful moment on the ferris wheel, the two of them came back down giggling in each other's arms. Nothing seemed to be getting between these two lovebirds. And it wouldn't be anytime soon. Roman helped Auriela out of the carriage, still holding onto her. They gently brushed over her cheek with the back of their hand, still wearing the softest look in their shiny blue eyes. "Come on," they said tenderly while grabbing her hand again. "I saw a game over there with a lot of prizes." Roman then walked with Auriela to continue their romantic adventure.

The rest of their day was one love-filled moment after the next. They played a bunch of games together at the booths. Roman had tried their hardest to knock down all the cups with the ball. And once they did, they felt a great sense of accomplishment as they won Auriela the giant bunny plush with the red heart on its stomach. They then took part in a karaoke event, both of them performing a duet of the song that they got. "Hey Lover" by The Daughters of Eve. They even tried purchasing the lover's potion. But when Auriela was confused about why Roman didn't take it. Their response was simply, "I'm already in love with you. I don't need a potion for that." The two shared a laugh over it as they ended up giving it back. All in all, it was a thrilling experience for the couple to be sharing on this special day.



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KHAILA SIMMONS
Closing the door behind Blythe, Khaila kept staring down at all the gifts in her arms. She was still trying to process everything. It was happening so fast. And the way Blythe kept going on about it all wasn't helping either. But that didn't stop Khaila from listening. She listened the whole time. But the more she did, the more overwhelmed with this new feeling she was starting to get. This strange mixture of confusion and hope, that kept playing at her core.

Khaila wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of relationships. She had been in one once. But that ship ended up sinking as fast as it sailed since the other wasn't ready to admit to her attraction towards girls, leaving Khaila with the heartache. After that happened, love was dead to Khaila for a time. It did nothing for her already low self-esteem and it imprinted the intrusive idea that every person she built some kind of kinship with would only end up playing with her emotions. And Khaila did everything she could to avoid it from happening again.

But something changed when she met Blythe. Blythe was so different from any other person in her life. Not only did she always give off this bubbly energy. She always seemed so genuine. Especially when she was with Khaila. It sprung back up some feelings that she hadn't felt in a while. And ever since, Khaila found herself wanting to spend more and more time with her. Blythe introduced Khaila to a newer world. A world that wasn't so gloomy after all. Blythe made everything feel so...fun. Something that was foreign to Khaila. But Blythe's infectious aura happened to pull her into it. And before Khaila knew it. She developed a crush on her.

And now here she was, holding some flowers and chocolates from her best friend as she spilled out her guts to her. Khaila was still in disbelief that Blythe reciprocated even a little bit of those feelings that she had. Khaila was no one special. At least that's how she felt. So to learn that Blythe had been building up such an obsession over her was more than a shock. Once she came back from her own thoughts as she saw the look on the blue haired girl's face.

Khaila wasn't about to pretend that she didn't want this as much as Blythe did. But she was still scared. Scared of ending up in the same position as the first time. She's barely recovered from having her heart broken the one time. And if it ever happened again, and by Blythe of all people, Khaila wasn't sure if she'd be able to come back from it this time. She stared down for a while, letting out a sigh before giving Blythe a smile back. Despite everything, she trusted her. Khaila was willing to put her heart in Blythe's hands and entrust her with it. She finally spoke up again in a shy but most genuine tone she's ever used. "We can...hang out today. If you want."


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Liv hadn't expected to see Carson, which was a little silly considering they were across the hall neighbors. She gave him a small smile when he asked if she was heading out, but her heart clenched when he mentioned Kyle. Brooke and Carson *hated* Kyle, which she understood why, but neither of them knew the full extent of how bad things were. On their camping trip, they had almost found out, but Liv was able to skate by with a lie.

She shook her head and plastered on a fake smile,
"Nope!"
She knew she sounded too enthusiastic and Carson would see right through her.

She broke a little when he patted the ground next to him. She sat down, Jet following her lead and laying at her feet and she sighed, burying her head in her hands,
"We were supposed to, but it got canceled."
She hated lying to him, and the look he gave her just about broke her,
"He broke up with me yesterday, I just got ready because I was hoping he'd change his mind."
Her voice was just above a whisper, pain dripping with every word.


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