3 Guests viewing this page
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Grimoire Gaming
Raw
Avatar of Grimoire Gaming

Grimoire Gaming Unseelie Faerie

Member Seen 4 mos ago

Collab with @Lovely Complex
Starring: Pop Wells and Dad Wells
FT: The eldest Well baby







Food made everything better. Jareth Wells had learned that long before he married his beloved chef. Truth be told, marrying Remy had spoiled Jareth, because he was the best cook on the planet as far as Jar was concerned. While on tour with the band, Jareth hardly ate more than the occasional salad for survival, because he missed and anticipated the delicious treats that he would have waiting for him at home. That being said, you couldn’t top the donuts made at Heartfelt Bites. So here he was, driving back from the bakery with a box of a dozen assorted donuts. Donuts that would hopefully mitigate some of his younger son’s strife. That was the goal.

Jareth drove the streets of LA in his matte black Tesla. He was wearing sunglasses, a hat, and as much of a ‘blend in with the crowd’ outfit that he could muster — which included sweatpants. He looked very… dadly. There were days that he would happily go out in full rockstar chic, be recognized, and sign autographs for fans. Going on a trip to buy donuts for an emotionally distraught son, however, was not one of those days. Today, he was simply doing his best to be a good father.

Waiting in the dreadful morning traffic, Jar tapped out a nervous beat against the steering wheel. No matter how good your life gets, how happy you are, or how much fame and fortune you’ve garnered, your old demons tend to stick with you. For Jareth, chronic anxiety is one of those demons. He is his own worst critic, and right then, in the quiet of his car, he was in the process of over-analyzing every aspect of Riley’s life as a member of the Wells family. The conclusion Jareth had come to in this analysis was that he was, in fact, a terrible father.

Eventually, after far too long spent in bumper-to-bumper traffic, Jareth arrived back home. He shoveled his anxieties to the back of his mind where he could brood and fret over them later. Right now, he had to help Riley as much as he could. To be the listening ear that he should have been all along, to offer any advice that Rye might ask for and, possibly the most important, to bring home these donuts. Jar hopped out of the car and entered his home through the side door that connected the garage to the kitchen. His husband was milling about and Jareth brought the box to the counter to set it down. “Hey. Did Rye come down yet?”

The rich aroma of Mexican Chocolate Fudge Pie wafted throughout the kitchen from the oven, beckoning all those who smelt it, to want it. Guajillo chili and cayenne pepper giving the fudge that extra kick that Remy’s boys loved. A special occasion? Or did Remy simply want to bake something? Did he ever need a reason? Entering Remy’s kitchen was like entering heaven on Earth, you could not resist the delightful sensations that crawl up your nose, which only made you desire to indulge in the pleasures of food.

In better spirits than he was before Jareth got donuts, Remy turned on his heel from checking the pie in the oven to giving his full attention to his husband, and donuts. When he turned, he revealed a glass cup in his hand filled to the brim with his morning green protein shakes, slurping it with a pink silly straw. “Oooh, donuts! Excellent.” Placing his glass down on the counter, he reached for a Boston Kreme and took a bite of the sweet snack before answering, “Rye? Yeah, he took food to go. He should be at school by now.”

Nonchalantly, Remy shrugged as if this wasn’t new news to Jareth’s ears. He licked the pudding from the hole, before taking another bite. Heartfelt Bites had amazing donuts. His partner-in-cooking-crime out did herself today. Chrissa Michaelson. He’d have to schedule a pastry party or wine tasting date to catch up with her, since they were in charge of different areas of Ty’s food businesses. See how her own son is doing. As he waited for Jareth’s response, Remy’s eyes glanced over to his fruit bowl, which was empty. That reminds him! He needs to go to the gardens and get some fresh ingredients. Maybe he could get his hubby to help.

At school? Jareth’s eyebrows stitched together in confusion. He thought for sure that his youngest son would be staying home for the rest of the week, but here Remy was acting like nothing was amiss. “He left for school? I thought he was… why did I go get donuts if…” Jareth took off the hat he had worn out and ran his fingers through his slightly shaggy dyed-black locks. It had been a while since he’d been on tour, so his blonde (and gray) roots were shamefully growing in. He should probably go visit the salon soon... “I’m confused, what happened while I was gone?”

“Your son got courage from two lovely women that came to visit, very concerned.” Remy nodded in satisfaction, glad it only took Hailey and Hana to pull Riley out of this down. Waving the bitten donut in front of Jareth, Remy tsked, “You don’t need a reason to buy donuts. I’m eating them, aren’t I?” And back the donut went in his mouth. Turning around and walking to the hooks by the door, Remy grabbed his sun hat with his freehand, “Since you aren’t busy, you should help me pick fruit. I already did spices and veggies yesterday.”

Jareth’s eyes followed the waving donut and he smirked at Remy, shaking his head. “Yes, you are indeed eating them.” Jar inhaled the kitchen aromas deeply and peered at the oven. “And also baking something delicious, apparently. You’re evil, this is all just a ploy to make me fat. I have an image to uphold, and a husband to please, Chef Wells.” He watched as Remy grabbed his sun hat and headed to the patio door. “Hey, who said I wasn’t busy?” He wasn’t, so he followed along happily.

“Even if you were busy, how could you possibly resist this?” Remy teasingly winked back at his husband, displaying his fine body with an apron on, before holding the door open for him, “And you know I always say a few pounds wouldn’t hurt. I like having meat to bite.” For as long as Remy could remember, Jareth was scrawny. He’s been working on his husband’s body fat for years. Fortunately, Jareth has gained a few pounds, but still… a little more never hurt. It was in the husband’s duty to make sure his lover was well fed, like the witch did for Hansel and Gretel. The difference here was Remy wasn’t cannibalistic… he just liked to bite. “You know where the baskets are, do you want to start with strawberries?” The chef of the household obtained plenty of family traits growing up, like gardening from his GG Robin.

Remy’s comments on resisting and biting brought forth a chuckle and another shake of Jareth’s head. His hubby was always insisting that it wouldn’t hurt Jar to gain a little weight, but truth be told, he tried. Even after age forty, his metabolism was fast, and he never gave up his habit of going on early morning runs. It worked out well enough, the mostly teenage audience of his music scene prefer thin, attractive frontmen in bands, and thankfully he still fits that description for a few more years at least. “Strawberries sound lovely, as long as I can steal a few for tax purposes.” Jareth grabbed a wicker basket and headed over to the strawberry bushes. Kneeling down low, he looked across the path at his fair-haired lover.

“...so, you think he’s going to be okay, Rem? I can’t help feeling like…” Jareth sighed. Over the years Remy had convinced him that it was best to talk about his anxieties with him, and it took almost as many years for Jareth to actually take that healthy advice. “I can’t help feeling like I failed him. Like I could have been a better father and known what he was going through. Hell, he’s so much like me, Rem, it’s terrible that it happened like this. I should have done more.”

“This.” Remy examined the strawberry for a moment making sure it was fully ripe, before cutting it by the stem and placing it in his basket. “Is not your fault.” He glanced over to his musician and shook his head, “There’s only so much we can do as parents. We let him go to the party, because we know the person he is wouldn’t do something too stupid. But he was also put in an environment where peer pressure is inevitable. I think us trusting him is the best thing we could do. If you failed him, then I failed him too. But wouldn’t that mean I failed you as well? I could’ve told you all the opportunities he could’ve used your advice….”

Remy trailed off for a moment, thinking of them growing up, and their own battles they had fought, “...I remember like it was yesterday, you weren’t fond at first at the idea of me liking you. You weren’t sure of your own sexuality, even broke my heart because you just couldn’t say yes. In time, your time, you sorted through it all. We’re not perfect. I could’ve fallen for someone I knew who was gay, but I took the risk and fell for you. I think we’re doing alright. Our children don’t hate us, so that’s something to be proud of.”

With his right hand, he reached for his husband’s free hand and tenderly squeezed it, “I think he’ll be okay. You are an amazing father and I will remind you each and every day. You knew that if you kept telling him to open up, he would close himself off. You know how he is, because he’s just like you. It’s scary you guys aren’t blood. But… you know what makes me know he’ll be okay?”

Jareth slowly picked strawberries from the bush and put them in his basket as Remy responded. Occasionally, he looked up from the task to make eye contact with him, when the situation most called for it. He froze up when Remy brought up their teenage years. Jar would never be satisfied in making up for the damage he did to Remy back then, he’d happily spend the rest of his life pouring every ounce of love that he could into this relationship. Into his family. Jar ran his thumb over Remy’s hand as he held it over the strawberry bushes. “What makes you know that, love?” Jareth asked, though he was pretty sure that he knew the answer. Riley would be okay, because he had ended up being okay. More than okay.

“Because he KISSED me on the cheek! He doesn’t do it often. But when he does, I know. I know. Trevor is easier to coerce into giving me love. He actually made sure before he rode off with Hailey and Hana, to give me a nice, big kiss! Oh, and he wore the BLUE JACKET!” Little signs that Remy would cling onto, which meant that today their son was fine. Who could tell about the future? But today. Riley was okay.

Jar chuckled at his husband’s excited response over the blue jacket. He was about to respond when he heard the crinkingly of grass underfoot and turned to see his eldest son walking towards them. “Wait… Hailey was here, and Riley left with her? What?” Trevor’s eyebrows shot up with equal parts shock and concern. He immediately pulled out his new phone and texted his boys, Dames and Brian, SOS - I don’t know why or how, but Hailey’s got my brother.
1x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Hey Im Jordan
Raw
coGM
Avatar of Hey Im Jordan

Hey Im Jordan Surpass Your Limits!

Member Seen 18 days ago

Mentions: @smarty0114 Slidin’ right into Katie’s DMs
@Lovely Complex Haylee and AJ assist pls
Location: Scott’s living room —> his car —> the deep pits of regret —> the Tyler home porch
Featuring: Scott “Mama Please Come Home” Lyon, Gabriel “Did I Raise a Pussy?” Lyon, and introducing (briefly) Brad “Be Rad” Tyler
Time: Late Wednesday Night




Why didn’t it feel good?

He was done with Katie, it was the right play. So why didn’t he feel good?! No more fighting, all future awkward situations were avoided… He should have been jumping with joy, for fuck’s sake. But nah, he was laying on the couch, watching YouTube on the TV. Zoned out and about two steps from wavy. The only thing on his mind was whether or not he’d done the right thing. What if he’d done it differently? What if he’d went for her, instead of cutting it like he did? Those questions and a thousand more flooded through his head, but the loudest one was also the hardest to answer. What was she thinking?

This was that stupid party’s fault. If he’d been drunk, maybe he wouldn’t have dove into the water after Katie. But, no. He had to go for it, and be the hero. Then they were quiet and damn near sentimental when they were alone. He should care that mu—

“Whoa, shit!”

Scott very suddenly found himself tumbling forward as the couch was tipped, sending him flying to the carpeted floor, and narrowly missing his face on the edge of the coffee table. He quickly hopped to his feet to face the culprit: his father, Gabriel. “Dad, what are you doin’, dude!? That ain’t cool!” He shouted, glaring at his father, who sat the couch down and sneered at his son.

“You’ve been laying on the couch fucking moping like a pussy since you got home. The fuck is wrong with you, Scott? You’re not a bitch, I raised you better than that. You weren’t gettin’ up, so I helped your dumbass up.”

Scott knew what he was going to do next. He was going to fire back, of course. Just standing there and taking it from his dad with that smug look on his face (and Scott knew his dad was only acting like this because his mom and sister were out on vacation) wasn’t an option for him. Even as he spoke though, a little voice in the back of his head had him questioning if it was even worth it, “I’m not mopin’. I’m thinkin’!”

After Scott’s reply, if Gabriel’s eyes had rolled any harder, they might have popped out of his head. “About fucking what? What could you possibly have to think about?! Your mother spoils you fuckin’ rotten, you have everything you could ever ask for, you’ll never have to work a gotdamn day in your fuckin’ life, and you’re thinkin’. Are you retarded?”

And that was why Scott shouldn’t have said a word. His dad wasn’t exactly… the nicest person in the world, in fact he was far from it. Was there even a point to telling his father what was on his mind? No, he frankly needed his mother, but… desperate times called for desperate measures. “I’m, uh… Thinking about girls. Girl problems.” Again, he immediately regretted saying a word, as his dad scoffed at him.

“Seriously? Are you joking? ‘Girl problems.’ Bitch, I ain’t never seen you with a girl. In fact you only ever talk about one girl — oh my fucking god. It’s that Katie bitch, ain’t it? The blonde one that you’re always whining about.” He asked, and Scott nodded a little bit, before offering a response.

“Well… yeah. I told her today that I don’t want to talk to her anymore, but as it turns out, that was a fucking lie. I think I… like her. I didn’t really think about it before, but she’s… kind of a blonde bombshell.” Oof. Probably shouldn’t have said that, judging the way his father laughed at him.

“Seriously? What the fuck are you doin’ here, then? Go get her, you idiot.” Gabriel snapped, pointing toward the exit to their house. “I didn’t raise no fuckin’ pussy, so you get the fuck out of my house, and you don’t come back unless you got yourself a ‘blonde bombshell’ on your arm.” Gabriel went so far as to make air quotes when he mocked his son’s choice of words.

“Uh… dad it’s like 10:30 at night. You’re kiddin’, right?” Scott asked, and Gabriel shook his head in response.

“You think I’m playin’? Hop to it if you wanna sleep in your own goddamn bed.” He snapped his fingers in the direction of the door, and Scott walked toward it, feeling more numb than ever.

Did… did I just get kicked out?

He hadn’t expected this to happen for a while. At least until he was eighteen, for fuck’s sake. He wandered outside and to his car, sitting down in the driver’s seat and turning it on as he looked down at his phone, scrolling through the possibilities. The other Lyon families were off limits — they’d probably call his dad and make it even worse. That left… the Helmsleys? Nah, Grandma Bi might freak out.

His options were limited, until he landed on AJ’s name. ...would anyone even be awake there? Well… it was Wednesday, Bad Movie Night for the Thomas and Tyler families. It was his only shot. But first, there was something he had to do.

Making a grumbling noise, Scott pulled up the Instagram app and scrolled to Katie’s account, tapping it before he sent her a DM. Was he really doing this? Yes, he had no other choice.

To Katie:
hi. i know i said we’d never talk. this is gonna be weird. i need you


Wait, what? FUCK. His finger hit the ‘send’ before he was done. Quickly typing, he hurriedly added.

To Katie:
r help. i need YOUR HELP.


Jesus fucking christ.

He threw his phone onto the passengers seat, and shifted the car into gear, and headed toward his destination.



Knock, knock

Scott was standing on the porch of the Tyler home, waiting for someone to answer the door. What did he even say? The truth was basically the only option. When the door swung open, he found himself face to face with AJ’s father, who was eating from a bowl of ice cream, and wearing a hat. Brad took another bite from his spoon, and raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting for an explanation. “Hi. My dad kicked me out. Can I stay here tonight?”

Brad smiled and rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Yeah, that sounds like him. Let me ask wife, and let your dude know. HAYLEE! AJ! SCOTT’S HERE! HAS SOMETHING TO ASK YOU!”
2x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by LovelyComplex
Raw
GM
Avatar of LovelyComplex

LovelyComplex Retired Zone

Member Seen 17 days ago

Marshall and Trixie eating dinner with Owen and his parents
[[Two new guests at the end]]





For fuck’s sake, could a man not have a normal dinner in his own home?

First, his son breaks up with his girlfriend, so the bitch has a goddamn conniption and moves into the gym. Okay, fine. Whatever. He did dumb shit when he was a kid too. BUT THEN, his wife insists on making the kid’s favorite dinner every goddamn night for nearly three months straight. Then, one night it’s him and his friends chilling at home enjoying a fine night of Mario Party and beers while the kid and the missus are out, until a fucking helicopter lands on the compound and his son’s crazy ex girlfriend that broke up with him over some stupid ass teenage shit shows up and ruins game night.

Then the very next fucking night after that garbage, the kid’s gay best friend showed up to the house and talked to his wife. Then they went to the gym, so naturally, natura-fucking-lly, he had to take care of the stew while that happened. Then, when he was finally ready to settle down and eat his meal with his wife, his son, and his son’s used-to-be-ex-but-now-they’re-together-again girlfriend… They brought the drama back into his home.

To top it all off, Owen’s fucking hellcat was there. Troy couldn’t see Oreo, but he could sense him.

So, it was only natural that the head of the table and the man of the house had a scowl on his face as he glared down toward Owen, Owen’s old best friend but they’re probably friends again Marshall, Trixie, and Kylie. Troy took the bottle of beer he had and brought it down to the table, popping the bottle with the counter of the table.

“So. Marshall. How have you been?” It was impossible for Troy’s voice to be dripping with any more sarcasm than it already had.

Better. The honest answer to that question was that Marshall had been better. Anything would be better than this awkward dinner invitation, and the terrifying apology he’d just made, and the awful knowledge that was bestowed upon him at the combat club. Marshall wanted nothing more than anything to just go home, curl up on Marty’s bed with her and a pint of ice cream, and watch cheesy movies for the rest of his night. He could forget about high school drama and lying best friends and just live the fantasy of fictional characters’ lives… except, he couldn’t do that. Marshall was instead at the Lyon’s Den, being directly addressed by the king of the pride himself, and you don’t just ignore Troy Lyon when he addresses you.

“I’ve been okay.” He lied. “Went to New York for a few weeks of winter break, now just getting back into schoolwork and dance and stuff. How about you?” Marshall cringed internally at the awkward small talk, but it seemed like the polite thing to do. That’s what you do when you are invited to someone’s house for dinner, you act polite and participate in conversations even if it sucks to do so.

“I been great. Ya know, it sure was nice of Kylie to invite you here. If I knew we were having so many guests, I might have shaved.” Troy’s words were directed toward Marshall, though by the end of it, his eyes were on Kylie. He rolled them, then looked back at Marshall, “ya know, it’s just the damndest thing. Past three months, Owen’s been more or less livin’ at the gym. You know that? ‘Bout that same length of time, I ain’t seen you or Trixie. And, well, look at that. The gang’s all here! You want a beer, kid?” Troy asked, as he took a swig from his own bottle. “I can get you a beer.”

Rather than save Marshall from Troy, he deserved some hell, Kylie went around the table giving everyone some stew in the bowls that were already in front of them, she stopped at Trixie’s seat. The mother smiled at the young girl, a soothing smile, something the dynamite lioness was known for, yet Trixie read a thousand and one things behind that little crook in Owen’s ma’s mouth.

Trixie knew very well this was a sudden change for the Lyons. It was a change for her too. And it happened so… quickly. But right now? She was following her instincts. No more running away. She needed to own up to her mistakes and not quit on this challenge, no matter how awfully hard it will most likely be. You don’t just get back with someone after a terrible break up. There was so much she needed to fix with her and Owen, with her and Owen’s family, with her and the school. It was endless. Even so, there was no backing out. She made her decision. “Looks good, Mrs. Lyon, what’s in it?” Trixie felt really weird, in this moment, to talk in a casual way with Kylie. Something was telling her this wasn’t your ordinary family dinner. Never wavering her eye contact with the gorgeous redhead, Trixie slipped her hand under the table and reached for Owen’s hand, grabbing it confidently, knowing very well Kylie was watching.

“Oh, you know. Gotta’ give my boys meat. It’s Beef and Guinness stew.” Kylie slowly started pouring Trixie some. “Bacon, beef chuck, onion, garlic, potatoes… just the best kind of things. And you can’t forget the spices and veggies!”

“Sounds amazing… I can’t wait, really.” Trixie needed more time with Kylie. She’d have to call her mom later and see what was the best way to ask for Kylie’s forgiveness. Her mom would know, wouldn’t she? They’re friends, right?

While Kylie and Trixie discussed the intricacies of the stew, Marshall was still being faced head on by Troy. Did he want a beer? This was, most definitely, a trick question. Marsh had no idea how to answer him. Was anyone else drinking? He broke eye contact with Troy long enough to look around the table, the only other seat with a drink was Kylie’s unattended glass of wine. Swallowing hard, Marshall looked back to Troy. “No thank you, sir. I’m not much of a beer person.” Most people knew that Marshall liked his drinks a bit, well, fruity… and he didn’t really feel like drinking on a school night at the world’s most awkward dinner party.

“Shame.” Troy said, taking another swig off of his bottle, “not much of a loyalty person either, are ya?” Why was Marshall even here? Wasn’t Trixie enough? After Troy spoke, Owen cleared his throat and looked across the table at his father, who raise an eyebrow. “What? He threw five years away without even askin’ you. Seems like he’s not a loyalty person to me.” Troy shrugged, and Owen didn’t say anything, but he did give Marshall a look that said ‘you should have taken the beer.’

Placing his spoon against the table, Marshall felt gutted. There was no way he was going to be able to eat tonight. Or if he did, he’d probably end up throwing it up after. Marshall was loyal. That wasn’t a fair accusation at all. He was put in an incredibly difficult situation, and he… picked the wrong side. He’d been best friends with Ophelia and Trixie for far longer than he was with Owen, it made sense at the time. Going against all of his natural instincts, Marsh chose not to verbalize his defense. Troy wouldn’t want to hear it, neither would Owen, it would accomplish nothing save for making things worse. “Not loyal to the right people, no. I made… a big mistake. Bigger than I even realized when I first came here. I’m sorry.” When he looked up, it was at Owen instead of at Troy.

“Yeah, me too.” For what it was worth, Owen’s words at least seemed genuine. It wasn’t exactly Marshall’s fault that he got played by Hailey; everyone got played by Hailey at least once in their life, it just so happened to be Marshall’s turn, and Owen got the bad end of the stick. Owen looked over at his father again, but Troy seemed to be done with the conversation. “So. How can we make this worse? It’s pretty awkward, but I feel like with a little push, we can shove it over the edge. Something like the episodes of the Office where it makes you feel awkward because it’s so damn bad. Trixie, Mom? Anything to add?”

Trixie glanced from Troy then to Marshall and frowned. No one deserved this. Regardless of past mistakes, getting even was not how you solved issues. She bit the bottom of her lip, contemplating her next words. While Trixie thought of her next actions, which could go terribly wrong, Kylie shrugged, placing the stew at the center of the table and taking her seat, “Really, I just want my boy to be happy.”

Taking a deep breath in, Trixie stood up, letting go of Owen’s hand, “I’m sorry if you’re going to see this as rude, but I’m going to take Marshall home now.” Trixie loved Owen, and his family had every right to be angry at both of them, but she couldn’t stand seeing Marshall like this. Marshall’s car was waiting, and he needed an out. If he wasn’t going to be the vocal one, she would be. Turning her attention to Owen, she apologized, “I’m sorry, but I’m tired of being cruel.” With that, she gestured for Marshall to follow her. It was now or never.

That was unexpected. Moments ago, Marshall had been praying for an easy out, and now he had one. That being said, if he took it, he’d be the biggest pussy ever. He kind of was, but that was beside the point. It was about time that he stopped running away from this, it wouldn’t help the situation. “It’s fine, Pix, really. I’m fine.” He deserved this, every second of the awfulness. “My car’s here, I can drive home after. Let’s just enjoy Kylie’s stew, I’m sure it’s lovely.”

“Trixie, sit back down. Dad, shut up and enjoy your beer.” Owen was quickly coming to the realization that he had to reign things in before they got out of control. It made sense, everything always sort of piled on him, so why not have it happen again when he’s finally starting to come up? Thanks, universe. “Dad, don’t shit talk friends. Trixie, Marshall’s a big boy, he can get himself to and from my house whenever he wants. He used to have a fucking key to the door for fuck’s sake. The next person to say something that isn’t a joke is getting punched in the mouth.” With that said, Owen looked around the table, daring anyone to try him.

Buncha fucking assholes, swear to god.

Welp. Trixie tried to help and sat back down. She wasn’t necessarily embarrassed or ashamed. She actually felt good that she could speak up and not be afraid to. Grabbing her fork, she poked some beef, before her eyes went up to a laughing Kylie, holding her wine glass. “Straight out of my past. Troy use to do that to me all the time, even in front of my father! Fuck my father. I’m still mad at him for giving you that tattoo. But that was like dejavu. So great. You guys are so similar.” She wiped the laughing tears from her face. Man, when was the last time she even called her dad? Oh well, he’ll live.

“Ya, well… the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? You should call grandpa.” Owen shook his head, and set about eating his stew. The metaphorical whip had been cracked, and everyone knew they stood, more or less. It may have been Troy’s house, but the man of the house seemed satisfied to leave the reigns in the apparently able hands of his son for now, as Troy was silently drinking and eating his food. “Marshall, you’re doing your best. I commend your efforts. My dad can be a bit of a.. bit of a prick, to say the least.” To this, Troy tipped his beer in Marshall and Owen’s direction, seemingly in agreement.

Marshall nodded but didn’t dare say anything. He sipped at the water in front of him and hoped it would settle his stomach. Owen’s sort-of praise made him feel mildly more comfortable, but only mildly. After a few moments of quiet, he carefully took a bite of stew, chewing approximately one million times before attempting to swallow. “It’s great, Mrs. Lyon.” He complimented in earnest.

While the awkward dinner continued, Trixie realized all day she hadn’t checked her phone. Julie must be worried about her, unless Kylie already informed her that she was there. Quietly, she reached for her purse on the ground and pulled out her phone. Everything else became background noise, as her heart dropped when she saw there was only one snap from one specific individual, the rest was notifications about the party. Should she open it? Or ignore it…

“Thanks, Marshall! It’s not Remy level, but I try.” Kylie took another gulp of her wine. She was drinking more than eating. “Oh, Trixie!”

Trixie’s head snapped up from looking at her phone.

“Your mom and dad should be here Friday.” Nonchalantly, Kylie brought up news that should’ve been disclosed by her aunt, or her parents. But this was Kylie. She wasn’t very good at keeping things a secret. “My Candy-girls are reuniting! I’m so excited.”

“Oh.” Well, this was… hard to digest. Trixie had a lot of explaining to do with her parents… while Kylie talked on and on about the good ol’ days, Trixie went back to her phone and opened her snap. The face Lia was making in her bathroom could only put a light smile on her face. Instead of replying immediately, she dropped her phone back into her purse and went to continue her stew.

It was generally rude to check your phone at the dinner table, but seeing that Trixie had done it first, and Kylie seemed content on rambling about the past of the Candies, Marshall did the same. He had felt a notification buzz in his pocket not too long ago and was curious who it might be from. Marsh had his hopes set on a certain someone. It wasn’t that someone… it was Ophelia. A wave of nausea came back over him as he stared at the screen, clicked the button to open it, and saw her one word apology. Clenching his teeth hard, he fought the urge to chuck his phone into the pot of stew. His momentary bought of anger was cut short by a sudden sharp pain in his leg. “AHH!” Marsh exclaimed, reactively lifting his leg up from the source of the pain and banging his knee against the table in doing so. Peeking under the tablecloth, one ferocious cat eye stared back at him. “Easy, Oreo…” Marshall said calmly, trying to coax the hellcat off of him, which only made Oreo dig his claws in deeper.

Owen watched with mild amusement (sorry, not sorry) as Marsh was attacked by his cat, before he pushed his chair back and slid down to the ground. Laying on his back, he slid underneath the table and wormed himself over to Oreo. He put a hand on the cat’s head, and though it wasn’t clear what Owen was saying, his hushed voice at least seemed soothing. Oreo released his prey, and crawled on top of Owen’s chest. With the cat on top of him, Owen slid back to his seat, looking up at Trixie. “By all rights, I think I’m stuck on the ground now.”

“Not a bad thing, honestly.” Trixie smiled down at Owen. It was unfortunate she wasn’t wearing a skirt. Her attention couldn’t stay too long on Owen, when the sound of the front door could be heard. More like the front door being swung open and slamming against the wall. “DADDY, MOMMY, LITTLE BROTHERRRRRRRR! I’M HOME!” Very suddenly, Ruby Lyon, freshmen in college, came poking head inside the dining room, following the smell of her mother’s cooking. Another beautiful redhead. Her sweet face had a sly grin on it when she realized there was company. “And guess who’s with me?”

“Is it another beer?”

Much to Troy’s dismay, it was not. Instead, it was his father-in-law, who stepped into the room behind Ruby, and Troy frowned, glancing over at the wine drunk Kylie. This would end poorly. “I had to get in the house, somehow.”

“Kylie, don’t start bitching. Things were finally starting to get normal.”

With a simple, cold, death glare and a scoff, Kylie hmpfed and turned to her bowl of food which she barely touched, “Well, grab a seat. You know where to find the extra chairs.”

The Lyon’s den was an eventful place. That’s for sure.
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Hey Im Jordan
Raw
coGM
Avatar of Hey Im Jordan

Hey Im Jordan Surpass Your Limits!

Member Seen 18 days ago

Still Wednesday morning, before school...
Collab with @Lovely Complex





Damian put his car into park outside of Jericho and Amity’s house. He’d finished his trip with Trevor, talked to Ender and Jude… His day was off to a good start. Now, he’d pick Joy back up, get a kiss or two and a peptalk for good luck, and then tackle the big one: facing his mother. He wasn’t looking forward to it, because he knew it was going to go poorly. Really, all Damian could do was hope that his dad would be there for backup.

Dad would get it! He would understand. He’d been a teen before too. Mom though? Mom was gonna go ballistic and possibly slit his throat. Who knows? Shaking his head, Damian leaned over and threw open the passenger door for Joy to slide in. “Hey, babe. I let you know that I was leaving, but I’m pretty sure you were still asleep… I dunno. I tried.” He shrugged his shoulders, and looked toward the center console where the Super Bowl ring Joy’s father had given him was, no longer around Damian’s neck. “But it’s done. Your Mom and Dad know and they approve. We’re good. I just have to talk to my mom…”

Joy wanted to respond with something snarky like you could’ve tried harder, but she decided against being a petty girlfriend and support her boyfriend with with his endeavors. That fact that he survived her parents was impressive, and later on, she will ask more about it, but right now they needed to think strategy with his… passionate mother… and how he was going to calm her down. He’s the ex-football-quarterback. He totally got this in the bag. Before taking her seat, she leaned in and gave him a little peck. After she settled into the car, seatbelt and all, she asked, “Soooooooo… how are you going to explain not talking to her for a of couple days?” Let’s get his mind thinking about the big issues she may point out.

“I’m gonna tell her I’m in love with you to make her happy for me instead of angry at me. My mom isn’t that hard to deal with, usually. You just have to use the right tactics, you know? She gets passionate, so I’m just gonna give her something to be more passionate about: her son is actually, truly in love. Should be good enough.” He shrugged and started the drive back down the winding road that led up the Snyder mansion, “if she really digs at me, I’ll just tell her I’ve been under emotional duress and also point out that Ender almost shot me with a gun. That should also distract her.” Damian had his ideas, whether or not they would work was up to contention… but what was the worst that would happen? Mama wouldn’t ground him. Well, she could certainly try, but Dad would fight for him. The most he was going to have to do was weather the storm. The trump cards of ‘I fucked Joy,’ ‘I’m in love with Joy,’ and ‘my godfather wants to shoot me’ would hopefully be enough!

“...aside from that, what are you going to tell her that you’ll do better in? This week hasn’t been a good week for you and I feel like your mom should know you’re not the one at fault. I doubt she follows everyone’s social media like Mitty does. Well, recently, she hasn’t because she’s been too focused on getting Owen back home. Then again… maybe your mom would stalk people to know your whereabouts. Hm.” Joy started to talk to herself, trying to dissect a woman like Melody. What would she do if her son got detention, lost his status on the football team, and basically abandoned her, not even informing her about a party he was throwing at her beach house? What would she do…. so many questions, not enough time.

“Nah, she’s psycho, but she’s not that psycho. Only when True’s involved. But I am a big strong man, I can take care of myself. I’ll let her know what went down, but it’s no big deal. I can weather the storm, whatever she wants to hit me with. Better me than Owen or someone gettin’ it rougher. I’m fine, whatever happens. I can’t say too much or she’ll call everyone else’s parents. Like, what if she got Henry’s moms and dad involved? Henry gets it bad enough from Alyssa, and I know he thinks Eve and Ty are against him right now. So I can’t have none of that. Trevor is like the Golden Child, Remy and Jareth can’t know that he was one of the masterminds behind the party… I gotta make sure she thinks it was all me. That’s what a captain does, Joy. Leaders make their people feel safe, and I’m… I’m nothing if not a good leader!” Damian shrugged his shoulders and gave her a smile and a shake of his head. “Don’t worry about my mom, I’ll handle it.” Damian wasn’t too worried about it… He was a teenager, and teenagers made mistakes — his mom could understand that, surely. He expected her fire to burn hot, but burn fast. Whatever punishment he received would break soon enough!

“You’re right. You are a great leader.” Joy squeezed his leg in agreement. “... I think I need to talk to my parents too, at some point. Especially my dad. I think my mom will only really care about contraceptives now that I think about it. She’s more on my ass about my grades than anything.” The more Joy lived life, the more she started to understand her parents a little bit more. Maybe, she wasn’t completely afraid to talk them about… stuff! Okay, maybe part of her was still a little worried, but hell, her role model was her uncle and if there was anything he was good at, it was telling people what was what. At least from past experiences, Joy knew her mother never really argued with her uncle. Yeah, if her boyfriend can talk to his mom, she could talk to her dad! And then mom! Dad seemed like the bigger beast for her to fight in this moment, especially since he could’ve killed her boyfriend.

“I think you’ll be fine. You’re the best, and your parents would be dumb to be mad at you over this. Hm.” Hm, indeed. Damian had an idea forming in his head, but he wasn’t sure if it was a good one, or even if it would be helpful in the long run. But still… hm. “I have two ideas. One of them needs your immediate agreement. Do you wanna come talk to my mom with me? You can be like the Mushroom in Mario. You can protect me from one hit, but probably nothing more than that.”

“...sure.” Of course, Joy didn’t want to get in front of the crossfire, but she honestly didn’t think Melody would harm her. Melody loved her too much.

“Great. Okay, second idea. Snake, call dad.” He said to his assistant, and there were only two rings before there was an answer.

“Yo! What’s up, big dog? You ain’t called, you ain’t been around. Your mom is doing that thing where she cuts vegetables too hard… Not to mention you’re sleeping with Ender’s daughter which is like… dangerous, at best. Now that I think about it, she’s probably there, huh? If I were you, she’d be there. Hi, Joy.”

“... Hi. Just fyi, we’re on our way, and I want to make sure you got some juice on you. This is imperative to my life right now.”

“There’s… some juice.” Connor seemed to be thinking about it, but before he could get too far, Damian jumped back in.

“Dad, I need you to do me a favor. Friday night. Dinner. Mom’s favorite restaurant. Me, you, mom, True I guess unless we think she can babysit herself finally, Joy, Ender, and Jude.” Idea #2.

“Bold move. But sure, I can do that. See you guys soon.” Connor said, before there was a click, and Damian looked over at Joy.

“Well, there you go. Two ideas, both of them seemingly operating flawlessly. Okay, we can either park in front of the house, or we can park two blocks down and make out for good luck.” What? Damian had his priorities, and they certainly weren’t ‘get bitched at by mom.’ As he spoke, they turned onto the street where the O’Connor house was located.

“Make this go without a hitch, then you’ll get all the ‘make out’ you want.” Joy teasingly smiled. He needed to stay focus and kissing was not focusing. He had a game to play. That game was facing his mom.

“You may come to regret that.” Damian muttered as he parked the car in front of the house, and threw open the door, absently checking his watch as he did so. Okay… so about an hour left before school? Hey, this one shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, realistically. Fast and hot. “Alright, let’s go do it.” With that, he led the way up the path to their front door, turning the already unlocked door and letting himself in.

“MAMA? I’M HOME.”

There was no response from Melody. Instead Taylor Swift was blasting upstairs. Shake It Off, specifically.

Joy tugged at Damian’s sleeve, “Are you just going in and hoping for the best?” Damian would know that his mother was most likely cleaning, which is the main time she blasts music throughout the house, but the music was coming from a distinct area in the house and there were loud ‘thumps’ in a very specific position in the ceiling.

His bedroom.

“Yeah, pretty much. That’s basically the ‘Damian special,’ y’know.” He shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t particularly worried about what his mom was doing in his room — Damian’s most important and prized possession was the superbowl ring sitting in his pocket. He took Joy’s hand and smiled at her, leading her toward the staircase. Sitting on the bottom stair was a glass of juice, which Damian picked up and handed to Joy. “I guess that’s for you. It looks like tropical punch?” He shrugged and led the way to his room without much more to be said.

“Oh, thanks.” was all Joy replied. She graciously took her juice, with her free hand and drank. Her eyes glinted with intrigue as they got closer to the door. Truth be told, she assumed the worst and Damian’s room would be nothing but bare. That was her theory, at least.

However, when they opened the door, it felt like a scene straight out of The Stepford Wives. His room was completely renewed. New sheets, no wrinkles. All his laundry done. All his trophies polished, or well being polished. There was a box where she was throwing things into, putting in storage, because she deemed it not necessary and only cluttered his room. His closet door was open, revealing new sets of clothes and shoes. His desk was completely straightened up and all his papers were filed, properly. If anything was crooked, it was definitely straightened. The wooden floor was surely waxed too. His mother even looked completely on point. Her face glowing, her makeup on fleek, and her outfit as motherly as ever. Joy couldn’t read the situation. It didn’t seem bad at all, but Damian should know better. This wasn’t a ‘normal’ Melody reaction. Knowing very well that her son was in the room, she continued to polish his largest trophy, bobbing her head to Tay Swift and smiling.

“Hmmm, very dystopian of you… I’d make a Stepford Wives joke, but really, we both know even a perfectly obedient robot wouldn’t be as good for dad as you are.” Damian frowned. He’d expected his mother to yell at him, and be loud and aggressive, not be cleaning his room. Speaking off… “Hey, you know I had everything in orderly disorder. How am I going to find my things now? I don’t know how I feel about this. I’m almost certain it’s an evil tactic against me. I’m not sure how, but I have a feeling.” Damian glanced at his mother as he walked around his room, carefully observing the changes. There was probably something wrong — she was craycray. He knew that. Everyone knew that.

Finally, Melody responded, beaming a bright smile, her expression unperturbed, “What do you mean? Me, evil tactics? Hilarious. I’m just being a good mother, cleaning my son’s room. Doesn’t it smell so fresh and so clean?” Joy took a sip of the juice and nodded her head. The room smelt like clean linen. It was nice. “Welcome to my humble home, Joy. It’s good to see you.”

“You too.” Joy was not going to interfere too much. She was simply a necessary weapon for Damian in this weird situation.

“Evil might be a little strong, but I’m sure something is out of place.” Damian sniffed the air and looked around the room, before walking over to the box she was throwing things in and kicking it as he looked down into it. “Are you throwing my stuff away? That’s not… cool, y’know.” He frowned and looked at his mother, folding his arms over his chest. “I expected you to yell and shout, this is… different. I know you did something, I just haven’t figured it out yet. But, that’s okay. I just wanna make sure you know,” Damian decided that it was time to poke the hornet’s nest, lest this weird interaction continue for longer than it needed to. Setting his mom off was usually easier than this, so he figured it was worth a shot. The right combination of words would probably at least get him yelled at, “that I haven’t spoken to you for a while now because you always overreact and I had a lot on my mind and wasn’t ready to add ‘mom is yelling about how disappointed in me she is’ to that list of things. However, now that I’ve put out most of the other fires I started, I’m here and I’m ready to put this one out. So if you’re gonna yell at me, yell at me. If you’re gonna come up with some convoluted and unnecessarily extravagant punishment, hit me. But don’t be weird, especially not in front of my very first girlfriend.”

Yet again, rather than acknowledge her son’s words, Melody stopped polishing his trophy, and started dancing and singing to the song blasting, going around the room in a scarily good mood, “‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play; And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate; Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off. I shake it off.” She approached Joy, taking her juice out of her hand and cheesed, “Dance with me!”

“Uh…” Melody wasn’t going to take no for answer.

“How you’ve been? Is mom and dad good?”

“I… think so. Hey, are you okay?” Joy held Melody’s hands, shaking her body, but still confused. Was this her version of cold shoulder or was she trying not to explode?

“Absolutely! You know what I’ve been doing for the past couple of days?” The mother stopped from rambling, like she did, waiting for Joy’s response. In this moment, Joy regretted coming to this. This was some passive aggressive shit and it made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t even good at dancing.

“Cleaning?” What? It was the most obvious guess.

“I was just wondering when my son was coming home. Have you seen him? Because I haven’t! I’m sure if I saw him again, I would recognize him, right? Because the boy I raised I know very well and he was raised to know how to respect me. Ah! Oh well. I’ll just keep cleaning until he decides to you know, treat me right. Because it isn’t like me and his father pay for everything he has or like, makes sure that he has a roof over his head, food in his stomach, clothes on his back. Oh, oh, oh, but that’s okay. He’ll just live with some other family. I’m sure they do my job just fine.” To this, Joy did not respond.

“Ah, so it’s like that.” Damian understood the game they were playing now. This made it easier, at least he knew what was going on, anyway. He forgot how his mom could get sometimes… He was going to say something, he really was. It would have been easy enough to apologize and fix this… but, his phone in his pocket buzzed with a text message. Damian pulled it out, and looked down at it, frowning. “Hey, mom, this is like… just awful timing. I’ll apologize later, I don’t have time to do it well enough right now, but I, uh, gotta run. Trevor needs me.” He offered a shrug of apology, because it was all he could give, and then gestured for Joy to follow him, turning to leave the room and the house. This fire could be put out another day.

“Seriously, Damian?” Joy looked to her boyfriend, then to his mother whose right eye twitched. “Um, I guess I’ll see you later, Fairy.” Maybe using her old nickname for her godmother would help the situation. Letting go of Melody’s hands, Joy scurried to her boyfriend, grabbing the glass of juice on the way out. “Is this really fucking important? I feel sorry for your mom.”

“It’s a code red, S.O.S. It’s really fucking important to me. Mom will be fine, I’ll talk to her later, what’s the worst that could happen? She gets more upset and passive aggressive? Whatever, I’ll handle it.” Damian said, leading Joy down the stairs and back out to the car. He didn’t have time to deal with his mother right now, if she wanted to act like a child then he would deal with her when he had time to deal with a child. His friend needed him, and given the nature of the text, he could only assume it was, in fact, really fucking important.

Before entering the car, Taylor Swift stopped playing and there was a loud screeching sound coming from upstairs and things crashing all over the place, even glass shattering, “CONNOR, I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM. CONNOR, GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW. CONNOR!”

Joy nervously clenched her teeth: “Whatever you say…”

“See, if she’d done that to begin with, we would be fine. I can handle that. Acting like a baby and like I’m all ungrateful and stuff because I needed some ‘clear my head time?’ That’s a bit of a longer endeavor. That’s the mom I love.” Damian started the car, and away they went.
2x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by LovelyComplex
Raw
GM
Avatar of LovelyComplex

LovelyComplex Retired Zone

Member Seen 17 days ago




Every Wednesday night, the Tyler family & the Thomas family have a bad movie night.
(Relation connection: Mr. Tyler & Mrs. Thomas are brother and sister)
Collab with @Hey Im Jordan


“Good evening, I’m your host of the night, AJ-fucking-Tyler! It's that time of the week again, bad movie night. And our selection is... drumroll please.” AJ had his snapchat on, in selfie mode, as he recorded during ‘break’ because his Aunt Molly had drank too much wine and went to the bathroom, so the movie was on pause. He changed the camera mode and pointed it at Kit, “KIT DRUMROLL!”

“AJ, stop playing around.” Haylee tsked, as she grabbed the HUGE ASS popcorn bowl from the ground to her lap. Never enough popcorn. At least it had a good butter to popcorn ratio. She could live with that. Maybe she should pop more, though.

Haylee may have said something about AJ not playing around, but Kit wasn’t going to miss the chance to hit things. She leaned forward to the coffee table and drummed her hands as rapidly and loudly as possible. Fuck yeah! Making noise!

“What else you want me to do, ma? Tell auntie to hurry her ass up, or better, Doc. Hurry up your wife. ANYWAYS!” AJ zoomed the camera into his dad’s face, “Dad, dad, dad, what we watchin’?”

“A two hour long advertisement for Instagram. Why don’t we just watch good movies?”

“Because, dude. The Professor can’t handle watching movies quietly and if we watched good movies, then everyone would give her dirty looks for talking during movies.” Kit explained, bringing her drumroll to an end and instead grabbing a handful of Haylee’s popcorn. Oliver looked at Kit, and shrugged — a way to say ‘yep.’

“Ugh, whatever. It’s called the Emoji Movie.”

“Hell yeah, you heard that fam.” The camera was back in selfie mode.

“YOU KNOW I’M NOT DEAF, OLIVER!” The bathroom was actually pretty close… Molly could hear everything, even in her inebriated state.

“Emoji movie. Stay tuned for an AJ review.” AJ charmingly winked at the camera before posting the video on his story, for all his classmates to watch. Snapchat was the shit. AJ would utilize it because it was fun and it gave him an excuse to watch himself talk. He was a fine looking dude. Who wouldn't want to watch him talk?

There was a flush heard from the bathroom. After the sink ran for about a minute or two, out came an annoyed Professor, “I could be quiet if I needed to be!” Kit’s mother crossed her arms and sauntered to the sofa, giving her husband a death glare. Classic Molly.

“About damn time.” Haylee rolled her eyes at her sister-in-law. “We were only a quarter in and you already had to pee, what did I tell you about drinking so much before we actually started the movie?”

“Like I listen.” Molly stuck her tongue out like a child to AJ’s mother.

“Clearly.”

Knock knock.

“Babe, get that please.” Haylee nudged at B-Rad’s arm, too busy eating popcorn to answer the door herself. Popcorn was her top priority right now. The man shrugged, and stood up off the couch and walked across the way to the front door, and nobody could hear anything, before…

“HAYLEE! AJ! SCOTT’S HERE! HAS SOMETHING TO ASK YOU!” The sound of B-rad’s voice fluttered across the house and into the living room, and the ears of his beautiful wife and the ears of his relatively handsome son.

“Bruh, my boy.” AJ got up from the ground and was by his father and his best friend in a matter of seconds. With his arms open, he greeted his bro, “Scott! Didn’t know you were comin' by, what brings you?” AJ didn’t think it was something terribly bad, but just reading Scott’s expression told him otherwise. “What's good?” His smile shifted to concern and his arms dropped to his sides.

“SCOTT, COME JOIN US! WE’RE WATCHING THE EMOJI MOVIE.” Haylee called out, but in a far more graceful way than her sister-in-law was ever capable of doing. Molly was basically a banshee.

“My dad kicked me out dude.” Scott said bluntly and plainly, with a somewhat defeated shrug, before he walked past AJ with a long sigh, heading toward the movie room. B-rad looked at his son and shrugged his shoulders.

“Sounds like Gabe.”

“...want to, uh, talk about it? Somewhere private?” AJ offered, not really wanting to leave his friend feeling like this. Movie night would have to go on without him. Friendship came first and if Scott needed him. Well then, Scott needed him.

“Is everything alright?” Haylee looked at her husband, wondering what needed to be asked of her. Truthfully, movie nights were sacred for the Thomas and Tyler family, but there were a few people who were exceptions to the rules. One being AJ's best man. His partner-in-crime. Scott Lyon.

“Nah, it’s okay. We can talk… after the movie.” Scott said, before turning to look at Haylee, staring at her for a few seconds before he spoke, “my dad kicked me out. Can I stay here for like… a few days? Or at least tonight, until I figure something out.” Scott asked, somewhat meekly. It was a lot to ask of someone who wasn’t even really related to him… He just happened to be best friends with her son.

“Dude, that’s awesome! You can do adult stuff, like kissing!” Kit chimed in, with an incredibly Kitcore thing to say.

“Kathryn.” Molly scolded. “Let them finish.” And stop. Just stop with all this ‘kissing’ stuff.

“Pleaseeeeee, mommy. We won’t get too rowdy! And I’ll make you breakfast in bed!” AJ made his way to Haylee, resting his chin on her knees and batting his eyes. What? He was a mama’s boy and he was trying to give his best friend a good deal. His mom was kind of random with how she dealt with things. Sometimes the results were positive, sometimes the results were nuclear.

“Sure, for as long as you need to, but wouldn’t your mother be upset you’re gone for a few days?” Haylee raised an eyebrow to Scott, as she twirled a piece of her son’s soft hair around her finger. The bowl was no longer in her hands, it was in Kit’s.

Nice. Kit was demolishing the popcorn now. No longer was she concerned with what her mother said, with what the boys were saying, or anything else. There was nothing else in the room — only the popcorn. Munch, munch, munch. Too bad they didn’t have pizza… “You… guys should… start having… pizza. At this thing.”

“Mom’s on vacation, so Dad’s kinda being… extra him. You know how he gets, right?” He asked, tilting his head slightly with a frown on his face. He’d drawn a rather shitty hand, as far as fathers went — but, Gabriel wasn’t that bad when Mama was around, but… she was off, right then.

“You eat too much pizza.” Molly held her glass close to her lips, as she watched her daughter savagely eat the popcorn. “It’s going to go straight to your thighs, young lady.”

“Thick thighs save lives, dude!”

Haylee nodded to Scott’s words. Of course, she knew how Gabriel was, she grew up with him because he was her best friend’s half brother. She’d find time later to talk to Sofia Helmsley, to see if she could give Gabriel some chill for his sexually frustrated ass. “He probably got mad because you weren’t doing things like he’d do. Typical for your dad. Such a manchild.” Haylee rolled her eyes and leaned her head against her husband’s shoulder. With this, AJ turned around, but sat near his mom’s legs. Only Kit and Scott knew how attached he was to her. “Anyways, come join us before Oliver gets yelled at a thousand times, Molly passes out drunk, and Kit eats everything we have here.” The matriarch had spoken, as she continued to play with her son’s fluffy hair.

“I mean, I’d definitely do my best. Did you know that Victoria girl puts like… cinnamon sugar on her popcorn sometimes? It’s like… crack. Popcrack.” Kit said, munching on another handful of popcorn. She seemed indifferent to the discussion and tribulations that Scott was facing, and instead seemed single mindedly dedicated to eating all the food she could get her hands on. It was the weed! Probably.

“Thanks, Haylee… Sorry.” Scott grumbled, before taking a seat on the floor and out of the way. Him being here in the Tyler household wasn’t like a totally unusual thing, but this was a little awkward. This was like a family function! What was he doing here?

The movie started once more and for the sake of Molly not falling asleep, the lights were kept on. Scott’s phone vibrated with a text.

From: Bae

u sure u dont want 2 talk?
i got news 4 u 2
wanna go to the roof after this?

AJ was good at sneakily typing, while still looking at the TV. Truth be told, AJ couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, since now he was thinking about theories of why Gabriel kicked out his boy.

From: Bae

ok.

Scott’s response wasn’t quite as full of vigor as he normally was, in fact it was quite the opposite. While he would usually include an unnecessarily large amount of emojis, this message was rather bare. Scott wasn’t even trying to hide that he was in somewhat of a ‘mood,’ to say the least. What his father had asked about him was impossible!

The movie was fucking god awful, but that was what Wednesday nights were for. To watch god awful movies. By the end, everyone but Molly and Kit were up. Usually, Kit could power through, but her dark circles did seem more prominent than usual. Molly, however, fell asleep always on nights she chose to drink. There was no doubt she was drinking because of her daughter.

“I’ll clean up.” Haylee whispered, leaning in to give her husband a gentle kiss on the cheek. With the noise of his mother, breaking the movie silence, AJ bounced up and looked toward Scott expectantly. Usually, he’d clean up for his mother, but he was worried and she knew him well enough to expect him to not assist this very night.

Oliver was on his second trip, having already carried the sleeping Molly and gotten her situated in the car. Now, he had Kit in his arms, and was walking out the room, glancing at his sister-in-law, “sorry that Kit tends to… eat people out of house and home. I don’t know how she does it. From what I understand though, she’s going through some stuff right now… Lotta friction. Thanks for having us,” Oliver smiled and waved as best he could with his daughter in his arms.

“We have money, so it isn’t a problem. Drive safe. You’re a good man, Oliver.” Haylee walked her family to the front door.

Scott, on the other hand shrugged, and stood up from the ground and walked off toward the roof with AJ, “My old man’s bein a real cocksucker, dude.” His words were venomous, especially for talking about one’s father, but Gabriel tended to deserve it!

“What’d he do this time? Man, I bet you can’t wait to be on your own, living the fast life. My dad has his moments, but he’s the best.” AJ’s mom had told him stories of her young days; his father was basically an A-Class asshole and she was a total bitch, but they brought out the best in each other. A true love story to aspire for. Finding someone that brings the best out of you...

Their route was the same-o, same-o. Second floor bathroom window. Vines. Roof. Boom.

“He told me that I can’t come back unless I come back with Katie on my arm.” Scott explained, while they hoisted themselves up onto the roof. He didn’t really understand the point of his dad’s… punishment? Encouragement? He wasn’t sure what Gabriel thought he was doing, but he knew that he was fucked either way. “The problem? I told Katie today that I never want to talk to her ever again.”

AJ had gestured for Scott to go up first, and was poking his head out the bathroom window, “And how did that make you feel? Telling her you were done with her?” AJ had a feeling it was a blatant lie because Scott was like him, and sometimes, they chose to lie because at the time, they thought it was for the best. Or maybe they weren’t even lying but they weren’t really aware of how they were feeling.

Fuck you, Jamie.

He was the reason he was a damn mess. Blame it on him, for life.

Honestly, if AJ didn’t have massive history with Jamie, people would think his bro that he would never convert, Scotty-boy, was his lover because their bromance game was on par. Actually, that was a rumor even while he dated Jamie.

“What? Don’t get all gay on me. No offense, of course. Just help me come up with a stupid, convoluted plan to get her to come home with me so I can get in my own damn bed.” Scott said, glancing over at AJ and shaking his head. He didn’t need to hear any of that crap about… feelings. He didn’t want to talk about his feelings, he wanted to talk about how they were going to fix this.

“You right.” He was being pretty gay, but hey, he had just been with his mom and that’s when he was at his softest! Okay, focus. Finally, they were both on the roof, sitting under the stars. Convoluted plan… Katie… convoluted plan… man, that girl was like a damn nazi but the female kind…. Convolution…

“IDEA!” He snapped his finger, making a dramatic pause, before shaking his head, “Nah, I got nothing…” He paused once more when suddenly an all too familiar face came into his head, But I know just the person who can help us.” Cecily. “That is, if you want to get someone else involved. I think you know who I’m talking about.”

“Dude, I already DM’d her on Instagram. This is her own fault for being hot!” Scott said, looking up at the sky and groaning, This was all Katie’s fault. “Look, dude. On the boat, Katie and I had a… moment. We were fighting, and then she fell into the water, and I dove in after her… I wanted to help I guess. I don’t know. Then we went to one of those rooms, and we talked and it was weird and sentimental… I didn’t like it. So then today at school I told her I never wanted to talk to her ever again, and it was great, she agreed. BUT THEN, this happened, so I DM’d her. I don’t think Cece can really help with this one, I gotta figure it out mostly on my own.”

That’s true. Cece didn’t really care about Katie. If anything, she would do something to make her more… repressed… and more angry. Katie needed to get laid. Part of AJ wanted to tell Scott about him and Bailee, somehow ‘dating’ now, but not really, because really it was a convoluted plan to get Jamie jealous. Yet, Bailee was completely in the dark and thought he was into her like that.

Uh, yeah.

That wasn’t the focus, though. The focus was Scott and Katie. “...how about using Joy?” A trap. Katie listened to Joy and would be there for her in a heartbeat. Get Katie somewhere and just take her! No, that was illegal. Very illegal.

Here was a start, at least.

“Joy doesn’t even need to be aware of our ploy. Or, or, what if you ask Joy to set you up on like a blind date with Katie? Like she doesn’t even need to know it’s you! Be genuine and be like hey, Joy, I really like Katie, I just need a good opportunity to tell her then like a fly swat, you hit your target, SWAT, and take her to your place!” Wait, that still sounded like kidnap.

“Hey, you and Jamie are cool-ish right? Why don’t we just go to their house and throw rocks at her window in the middle of the night? That seems like a legitimate reaction.” He paused for a moment, to let AJ react to the idea (which was a grimace), before he shook his head, “nah, that wouldn’t work. I guess Joy’s an okay option. But maybe we should go through Damian. Because if I tell Joy that I think I’m into Katie, she’s just gonna tell Katie that I’m into her. You can’t trust hoes, dude.”

“You right.” AJ nodded in agreement, before making a fist with one of his hands, conveying passion, “And Damian probably understands how the other Shauna can be. He would definitely be a hero for all boys at our school. We’re like the best gearheads out there. He’ll scratch our backs, then we’ll scratch his.” They were getting somewhere. Sure, their plan wasn’t necessarily the most clear, but it wasn’t like they were throwing themselves to the wolves and hoping for good results. They have direction, the rest they’d just improvise as they go.

Pfft, AJ and Scott were better at improvising than Katie! Yeah, he thought that. Katie was eh-aiight in AJ's book. He didn't necessarily know how he felt about his best friend hooking up with his ex's sister, but he'd learn to live with it. Good thing he didn’t say any of that out loud.

“Yeah, Damian has knowledge of many things. I’ll just call him and tell him to tell Joy that he wants to set up a double date with Katie and one of his friends, and then maybe that’ll work? I dunno. This all depends on her not responding positively to my DM. By the way I typo’d my DM so it just says ‘i want you.’ So that’s good.”

“You fucking would.” AJ laughed, slapping Scott on the back. “Okay, well while you’re waiting for her response, if she responds, I’ll put the ball in Damian’s court for you. He’s better at figuring shit out and you don't need to worry yourself. I got you.” A double date with unspecified location of where the date would be, could be a nice mouse trap for Katie, but maybe they wouldn’t need to do all this and she would actually be reasonable for once.

Did he think she was going to be?

Not really.

Katie was Jamie’s fucking sister, after all.

Fuck you, Jamie.

“You know, Damian has it easy. Must be good to be the king. Does he ever have problems? Whatever. Thanks for the help.”

“Anytime. You’re my brother for life.” AJ grinned at his friend, while pounding his chest with his right fist. “As for the Damian thing... good question. Maybe he got an STD. Nah, I'm just playin' but seriously." Pause. “I hope he gets checked."
1x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Fabricant451
Raw
Avatar of Fabricant451

Fabricant451 Queen of Hearts

Member Seen 2 days ago



@Fabricant451 @Hey Im Jordan
Location: A Froyo Place
Featuring: Brian “As Much as You Want” Helmsley and Parker “YOU MAY REGRET THAT” Ashford




In terms of ‘Brian Helmsley plans,’ this one was about as basic as it could get. While he typically had grand plans, with many moving parts and elaborate possibilities for things to go wrong. This, though? This was simple: stand outside of Parker’s class, and ask her out when she leaves.

He’d initially wanted to wait until he found out who the Weekend Warrior was, but with the unlikely help of Hailey, that mission had been completed. The next mission was to discredit the Weekend Warrior, but that could take a backseat, and he could try and court Parker. He’d asked Henry before doing it, to make sure that Henry wasn’t worried about Parker, and with that complete, he was now executing his plan.

The final bell rang, and the students poured out into the hallway, with Brian waiting patiently. When Parker finally did come out, he tapped her arm to get her attention, and when she was looking at him, he shot his shot. “Hey, Parker. My name is Brian. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me and get some ice cream?” Henry’s idea, not his. But, Henry knew Parker better than anyone else right then, so Brian figured he could be trusted on the matters. Now, all Brian could do was hold his breath and hope for the best.

The last class of the day was the longest one to get through, but at the same time the first class of the day was even longer...really all the classes were too long and Parker had a tendency to zone out and get absolutely bored with them after about ten minutes. Teachers had considered she might suffer from some sort of concentration debility but Parker just thought it was boring listening to people with similar voices all talking about old people or numbers or words. This class was no different and Parker was on the verge of falling asleep were it not for the fact that high school desks were super uncomfortable and she was amusing herself when she learned that her desk squeaked whenever she moved in it, much to the annoyance of really the whole class.

Fortunately the bell rang and Parker would have been first out the door but she had to shove papers into her bag first which took up some additional time. Her backpack was like a warzone. No folders to speak of, just loose papers shoved in and wrinkled which made doing homework a damn near impossibility. Outside of class she was ready to make her way down to the parking lot to find Henry and Mincy but she was stopped in her tracks by a hand on her shoulder.

She didn’t recognize the face, but she didn’t even start to remember Mincy until at least two weeks after seeing her on a semi consistent basis. As he spoke his introduction and proposition, Parker merely blinked along until he was finished. “I’M SUPPOSED TO MEET HENRY AFTER SCHOOL.”

This might turn out to be harder than he thought it would be. Parker was different, he had to remember that. It wasn’t her fault, and in all honesty? It was part of the reason that Brian found himself to be so… enamored with her. She was innocent, naive, and had an air of sweetness about her that was wholly unique. It was nice, compared to the people he normally associated himself with. “I’ve already spoken with Henry, he said it’s alright if you come with me!”

If those words were spoken by someone older, someone not a student, Parker would have considerably more of a pause; it was incredibly possible that Henry had already talked to this guy, Henry talked to so many people that Parker was surprised he even remembered all of them. She still didn’t know the name of her student counselor and she had been seeing her since she enrolled in school, and twice as much now that she had to have a fifteen minute meeting right before lunch. Something about the beach or something. Parker looked up at Brian - because she was rather short and thus had to look up - studying his face like she was trying to read his mind or something. “CAN I GET THREE SCOOPS? FOUR?”

For a brief moment, it crossed Brian’s head how it might have looked weird that he was just inviting someone out to get ice cream, but whatever. It wasn’t that weird, because he wasn’t like an old man or anything; even if it was weird, did he really care about his image around the school? Not particularly. Brushing the thoughts out of his head, he chose to instead focus on Parker, nodding in response to her question and giving her a smile. “You can have however much you want. C’mon.” She was staring at him with a rather speculative look in her eyes, and he had… no idea why that was happening. He turned and gestured for her to follow him, “you can have a banana split if you want. Those are pretty tasty.”

Henry always complained if she had more than two scoops, something about sugar or bouncing or something that didn’t make much sense. Humans didn’t bounce off the walls, and Parker only bounced if she had a trampoline or a bouncy ball or something - like at a birthday party that had a bouncy castle. Parker didn’t know anyone at the party given that it was for a middle schooler but she fit right in anyway. That was a fun day. That she was going to be able to get as many scoops as she wanted was as good a sign as any to accept this generous offer. “BUT I DON’T WANT A BANANANA” Was it intentional when Parker called it a ‘ban-nah-nan-ah’? It was hard to say, but she didn’t seem to think she said anything wrong. “I WANT THE ICE CREAM PART. CAN I RIDE ON YOUR BACK?” Parker was told that it was nice to ask, otherwise she would’ve probably just jumped on Brian’s back and expected a free ride.

Whether or not it was intentional the way she said ‘banana’ was irrelevant. It’s effect was still the same on Brian. When she asked if she could ride on his back, he didn’t even have to think about the answer. Of course she could. He paused and knelt down so she could more easily jump on, “sure you can.” He said, while waiting for her to jump on. This was easier than he’d thought ti was going to be! At first, he’d sort of felt a little nervous, like approaching Parker would have been impossible. It had been a valid fear in his head; she wasn’t unapproachable, no, but Brian was only human, and a teenager on top of that. He’d assumed the worst would happen, and he was relieved to see it was far from that. This was almost easy.

Brian might not have been as tall as some of the others who had given her back rides, but that didn’t matter; what mattered was the simple fact that he allowed it without really any second guessing. Parker jumped, almost literally, onto Brian’s back, gripping onto his shirt before adjusting herself so that she was holding onto his shoulders like the reins of a horse; she was even bouncing, kicking her feet like they were in a saddle but it was from excitement rather than any malicious or harmful intent. “ICE CREAM STALLION!”

Brian didn’t have much to say, so with a smile on his face he charged onward and toward the parking lot. Once they were there, he unloaded Parker into the passenger seat of his car — a Honda Civic, for the record — and then got into the driver’s seat. He started the car and pulled out of the lot, before he looked over at his blonde passenger (and hopefully, soon-to-be girlfriend), and posed a question, “have you ever had frozen yogurt, Parker? Now, we can still do ice cream instead! But there’s a pretty nice frozen yogurt place nearby.”

Almost as soon as she was sat in the passenger seat, Parker started pressing buttons on the door, trying to fiddle with the mirror or the window or the power locking like she was at the helm of a spaceship or something. She at least settled in enough to put her own seatbelt on when the car hummed to life and didn’t immediately start to fiddle with buttons again; it was possible that she could do damage to the car or something and Parker didn’t want to do damage to the car - it was taking her to ice cream after all. “FROZEN YOGURT? SILLY! YOU PUT YOGURT IN THE SAME PLACE WITH MILK AND EGGS AND CHEESE, NOT THE FREEZER!” Honestly, who didn’t know that? That was something they taught you in, like, at least fourth grade.

Brian watched as Parker stopped fiddling with the buttons, before mentioning: “if you want to mash on the buttons, be my guest. If you break it, I’ll just buy another one.” What kind of man would he be if he robbed her of a toy she wanted to play with? Not the boyfriend material kind, that much was for sure. After she gave her concerns about the frozen yogurt, Brian’s mind was pretty much made up. Anyone that hadn’t had froyo really needed to. “No, no, you see if you freeze yogurt, it pretty much becomes ice cream, right? So if you go to a place that serves it, they have these big levers that you can pull, and it’ll fill a bowl up with a flavor of frozen yogurt. There’s like chocolate, and vanilla, and peanut butter, and cake batter. Stuff like that. Then, you can go put toppings on it. There’s a lot of toppings. There’s usually like chopped up candy bars, like Snickers or Kit Kat, and then there’s chocolate syrup, and Oreos, and even gummy bears. It’s up to you, but I think if you’ve never had it? We should go try it.” Brian spoke with his eyes glued to the road, very different from the other person that Parker typically rode with; Henry would often watch videos that Parker was while driving. Brian was much more… safety centric.

Brian might in time regret letting Parker press all the buttons she liked - she started opening and closing windows at random intervals, clicked and unclicked the lock on the doors, turned on the seat warmers, the air conditioning, the heat, the radio, the bass booster for the radio which she promptly turned down, and even the glove compartment popped open in her lap. It was a byproduct of her being in a car new to her - she’d done the same with Henry’s car - fortunately she got bored of buttons and knobs rather quickly. She was barely listening to Brian’s upsell of frozen yogurt up until he said the final magic words.

“GUMMY BEARS?” Parker immediately stopped fiddling with buttons and turned towards Brian, placing her hands on the middle divider - safer than grabbing the driver’s arm and tugging the shirt - and widened her eyes. “I WANT THAT! CAN I? PLEASE?”

That was easy. “Sure. I think you’ll like it.” He took a turn, and they were in downtown L.A., which Brian hated. It would have been easier to just take her back to his place, but he had two issues with that. Issue one, his parlor didn’t have the same vibe as an actual froyo place would, and issue two, he didn’t know if he and Parker were at that level yet. It was questionable which one was more important to him, but the result was the same. They were in L.A., which tended to mean that parking was impossible to find… but today? It just so happened to be Brian’s lucky day: the lot with the froyo place in it had a couple of free spots, and he snagged one before parking the car. “Okay, when we get in there, you can have as much as you want. Don’t worry if you end up not being able to eat it all, everyone over does it their first time.”

Who was this guy and why hadn’t she known him sooner? No one she hung out with regularly, that was to say Henry and the people that hung out around him, ever let her get ‘as much as she wanted’. Even Henry’s cool dad that bought her a cat didn’t let her order the biggest burger she wanted. Her excitement was such that it was almost a miracle she didn’t hop out of the car before it came to a complete stop, which was something she’d been known to do - she was still stuck on the part where she got to have as much as she wanted. “WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?” Parker got out of the car and practically sprinted around to the driver’s side - her Froyo Frigate was being such a slowpoke!

Geeze, she was suddenly very excited, wasn’t she? Brian watched as she tore out of the car at supersonic speeds, and when she bounded over to his side, he brushed with his hand a bit to get her to take a step back, before he opened the car door and walked outside. With a big smile on his face, Brian shook his head and laughed lightly. “Okay, okay. Let’s go” He said, before he took her hand and led her into the frozen yogurt place, and over to the containers, “okay, you just take one of these — whichever size you want — then you go and fill it up with your yogurt, all the toppings you want… and then they weigh it and I’ll pay! Just don’t eat the toppings before we pay, that’s against the rules…”

Parker didn’t have time to listen to the full explanation, she immediately grabbed not one but two of the largest containers they had. The first container she filled to the absolute rim with nothing but gummi bears. The second one she struggled with because she had to hop to get to the lever that released the yogurt. She opted for the one that had birthday cake on the picture, and that she filled about halfway before pouring cookie crumbs and more gummis on top - which she then covered with a chocolate yogurt that was in danger of tipping over the side and making a big spill. She needed more hands because she wanted another container to put vanilla and cake batter with chocolate covered pretzels on top. ”CAN YOU HELP ME CARRY THIS?”

Brian watched as she zipped around the room and filled her containers. First with gummy bears; Brian wasn’t sure that was allowed, but before the person behind the counter could say something against it, Brian slipped them a fifty dollar bill, which seemed to satiate matters for the time being. When she jumped for the lever, Brian watched her hop twice, before he walked over and reached up, pulling it down for her until she was satisfied, as well as helping with the chocolate stuff. “Parker, you don’t have to get as much as you can possibly carry right now. We can come back another time, you know?” He asked, reaching out to grab the containers from her either way, and set them on the counter. While he was staying true to his word, and letting her get as much as she wanted, he did seem slightly concerned that she might not eat it all. “I had other stuff I was hoping for us to do today, and I don’t really want you to have a tummy ache while we do it.”

What she was hearing now was slightly different from what she had heard back in the car. The words were that she could have as much as she wanted, and she wanted two containers with four different yogurt flavors and a side dish of gummi bears. Parker simply blinked at Brian while holding an empty container, which would have been her third container in total. She looked at her small mountain of yogurt being rung up and back at her empty container before reaching out and offering the third container to Brian. ”...YOU GET SOMETHING TOO, OKAY?”

Brian reached out and took the container from her and nodded. “Sure, okay.” He was glad that it went better than he’d thought it was going to. He had worried that his gentle suggestion that Parker watch how much she get and not over do it might have upset her — not to mention he was completely contradicting himself; smooth, Brian. However, it seemed like it worked! Besides, he was going to get some eventually, anyway, he just wanted to let her finish first. Brian took the container over to the yogurt fountains, and filled it up with half chocolate yogurt, then scooped in a little bit of crushed up Kit-Kat, before he topped it off with peanut butter yogurt and brought it to the counter. He handed it over, and when the total was rung up, he paid and gestured for Parker to take hers, after grabbing a couple of spoons. “We can just sit down outside.” He suggested, before leading the way to an outdoor table.

Paker handed her gummi bear cup to Brian for carrying as she needed both her hands to carry her yogurt to the outside table. In less tiny hands it probably wouldn’t have been such a Herculean effort but for Parker, the recorded shortest girl in school as of the last physical, it was quite a daunting endeavor - especially if anything spilled to the floor. She set her yogurt down on the table before sitting down, finding that the outdoor seats let her feet actually reach the sidewalk which was a nice little comfort. ”HEY, HOW COME YOU BROUGHT ME HERE? IT’S NOT MY BIRTHDAY...IS IT?”

Brian took a spoonful of the yogurt and put it in his mouth, though he flinched a bit at how cold it turned out to be. Yikes, he’d have to make sure neither of them ate too fast, or they’d both be subject to brain freezes soon enough. “Oh, no. I don’t think so? Don’t you know when your own birthday is, silly?” He raised a curious eyebrow, but ultimately shrugged it off. Parker was not without her nuances, and this was simply another one of those. “I just brought you here because I like you, and I know you like this sort of thing? So, I thought it would work. An easy way to get you to spend time with me, I guess. Let me know what you think about the frozen yogurt by the way! I’m excited for you to enjoy it for the first time.”

The spoon dipped into the yogurt and went for a side visit down to Gummi Bear Borough, which left the container of gummies with some yogurt spillage while the plane landed in Parker Airport. It was, true to its name, freezing Parker closed her eyes to rub her temple from how cold that first bite was. Cold, yes, but with a crazy blend of flavors thanks to her strange concoction of flavors. It was like putting every flavor of soda in the cup only with froyo. Naturally she went for a second scoop. Then a third. Then quickly a fourth. ”IT’S COLDER THAN ICE CREAM. MY HEAD...FEELS ALL...COLD.” A brain freeze was all but par for the course.

Well, shit. He should have said something before she began to tear into it. That was his own fault; he didn’t think Parker would attack it so violently. For how small she was, she did her best to plow through the treat in front of her. When she first dipped her spoon in the gummy bears, he thought about warning her how tough they would get if they got cold, but… she could learn. She wasn’t a child, after all — she just happened to stay true to a sort of childlike innocence. He liked that.

When she complained about how cold she was being, Brian offered the only remedy he’d ever heard for the dreaded brain freeze. “Press your tongue against the roof of your mouth. That should help, a little bit..”

Parker had nothing to lose by trying the anti-brain freeze technique; the problem came with the fact that she tried it after scooping more yogurt into her mouth which, of course, meant that she was pressing yogurt against the roof of her mouth. Now the roof of her mouth was cold! And she was laughing about it! About her easily made mistake. ”IT ALMOST WORKED! YOU’RE KINDA SMART!” Coming from anyone else that might’ve sounded like an insult instead of the genuine word of praise she meant it as.

“Well, it works a bit better if you don’t take a bite of the cold stuff first, y’know? Try again! And thanks, I think I’m pretty smart myself.” It certainly wasn’t taken as insult, Brian seemed to enjoy the praise that came from her. Taking another, large bite of the chocolate and peanut butter cup he’d made himself, Brian wondered if it was time to shoot his shot. It was basically now or never, right? What was the worst that happened? She said no and then he had to take her home? “Hey, Parker. I have a question.” There, he started his attempt.

She certainly did try again, this time making sure to leave her spoon away from her mouth; to her great surprise the trick worked - her brain didn’t feel like it lived in a blizzard anymore which, of course, opened her up to taking another scoop guilt free. Because of the size of her scoops, her yogurt was starting to look a bit lopsided, but she didn’t seem to mind as she continued picking away, albeit with smaller scoops. Like with the hamburger the other night her mouth, and eyes, were bigger than her stomach. ”IT’S NOT A MATH QUESTION IS IT? BECAUSE MINCY ANSWERS THOSE FOR ME.”

Brian quickly shook his his head in response, “No, no. Not a math question. On Friday, at Captain Cuddles, there’s… a movie that’s being shown? It’s like a date night. So I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?” The question hung in the air for only a second, before Brian quickly clarified, realizing that it was probably in his best interested to be exact. “Like a date. As boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Parker would have dropped her spoon if she hadn’t just taken another, smaller bite. It was probably for the best that she hadn’t. Much like she had when Brian asked her to ice cream, Parker was staring towards him, blinking, her mouth moving like she was a fish gasping for air out of water. There was nothing wrong with her hearing but the question asked of her needed a question as a response all the same. ”W...What?”

Oh man. Had he done something wrong? Did she not like him? Was he too forward? Oh geeze. Brian’s heart was rapidly falling, and he could feel himself getting uncharacteristically anxious. For someone who let everything roll off of his back, and who ran with the Elite… the shortest girl in the school was able to have quite the effect on him. “I was hoping that we could… go to the movie night at Captain Cuddles. Uhm, like a date? Like… boyfriend… and girlfriend. I’m sorry, if you don’t want to, it’s okay.” No it’s not. “I can just take you home.” Not the ending he wanted.

Parker continued to blink as her yogurt melted slowly. Hearing it again didn’t make it any less strange to hear. No one had ever asked her out to anything. Ever. She didn’t think anyone ever would - she wasn’t exactly tall or graceful, half the time she showed up with dirt on her knees and a distinct lack of an indoor voice. That explained the ice cream...why he was being so nice to her. ”O...Okay...YEAH.” Parker nodded her acceptance and even though she was being loud once again...it was a bit more muted than what she had been known for. There weren’t any cherries in her yogurt, but that didn’t stop her smile from turning her cheeks red.




New canon ship unlocked! Barker

2x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Hey Im Jordan
Raw
coGM
Avatar of Hey Im Jordan

Hey Im Jordan Surpass Your Limits!

Member Seen 18 days ago



Mentions: @Fabricant451 Min-seo and Hana both directly and indirectly by their lesser halves.
Location: The Stentorian Estate, various places
Featuring: Henry “Boom” Green and Hailey “Retired” Green




It wasn’t typical of Hailey Green to wander the halls of her castle this late at night, dressed in her pajamas of a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of red and black plaid pants. Speaking typically, she sent Butler to fetch her things, but she was rarely awake at this time of night. She knew damn well that Butler wasn’t up, and she wasn’t about to rouse him from his sleep so that he could go and get her and Hana some water. Butler was her best friend, and he’d already been put on trial hard enough by Riley. She could get her own water.

It was almost eerie how quiet it was walking through the halls this late at night. At least it was warm. Despite how crisp and cool the air outside may have been, the heated floors of the Stentorian Estate ensured its occupants never felt anything other than pure warmth. As Hailey approached the kitchen, she realized that she was perhaps not alone. At first, she thought it may have been her mother listening to music; Alyssa rarely slept, and it wouldn’t have been strange for her to be up, even at late hours such as two thirty in the morning, but Hailey rounded the corner, and saw who it was...

...it was pretty normal for Henry Green to wander the halls of his bitch mother’s house in the middle of the night, dress in his pajamas of a shirt one size too big and a pair of green and black plaid pants. Speaking typically, he liked to get his own things, and he was pretty often awake at this time of night. Usually? It was the drugs. But tonight… tonight it was something, or rather, someone else. In fact, Henry found it kind of hard to remember the last time he’d actually had drugs. Either way, Min-seo had requested a snack, so Henry was getting her a snack. Who else was gonna do it?

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah


He didn’t much care for how quiet it was in the halls, so once he arrived at his destination of the kitchen, Henry turned on some music. He was in his own world while he was putting something together for the girl who was waiting for him, so it more or less made sense that he didn’t turn his head to see who the newcomer was, until she cleared her throat.

Slidin’ on the water like a jet-ski, yeah


At that point, Henry Green whipped around and assumed a karate stance, almost certain that his life was over. He looked perhaps even less threatening than one might expect Henry green to. Why? Because he was wearing huge oven mitts themed as Ninja Turtle hands. They belonged to his father. Once he saw who it was though, there was really only one thing Henry could find to say, as he dropped his over the top and perhaps too animated karate stance. “Hailey.”

I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah


“Henry.” Hailey couldn’t have been more disappointed in who it was that was in the kitchen if she wanted to be. She didn’t much care for her brother, and she had a feeling Henry felt the same, based on how terse their words for each other were. Even so, Hailey had resolved to be somewhat… friendlier, now that she was done ruling the school, so to speak. Ruling the world required a more, ahem, personable touch. Besides, she could hardly sentence Hana to a lifelong feud with her brother. Hailey would make nice. Starting… now.

Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah


Or, she would have, if the timer didn’t ding. After it went off, Henry spun back on his heel to face the oven, and pulled it open, before he took out the skillet that had the cheese covered soft pretzels he’d made himself and his lover. He sat it aside and turned his attention to Hailey, offering a bit of a grin. While Hailey may have intended to be nice, Henry had other plans.

“Ric Flair drip go…”

”Woooo! on a bitch.”


After they said the line together, Henry snapped his fingers and the music cut, and he grinned at his sister as he grabbed a pair of forks out of drawer and threw them onto a plate, before he transplanted the pretzel cheesy. “Brian said you beastmoded his little quest, and now he’s focused on Parker — she’s happy. I’m happy. We good, Hailey. We good.” He smiled and tore off the protective oven mitts he was wearing. Henry was good vibes all throughout; his life was really on the up, and… maybe it was the light of Min-seo being herself, but… feuding with his sister felt almost pointless now.

Hailey raised eyebrow. Helped Brian with his quest? She was confused for a moment, before she realized. “Oh, that bit with the ‘Weekend Warrior?’ It’s no trouble, one last flex of influence before I step away from my… position. I’m bored with my game around the school, I have more interesting things to do now.” She explained, watching as Henry got his plate ready to bring back to his room, before she commented. “You seem… happy, to say the least.”

”Yeah… I am. I think… I think I’m love?” Henry offered as an explanation. Hailey’s response was unexpected, and caused her brother to be the one to look surprised. “Hm. Me, too.”

“Well… how about that?” Henry had his plate in his hand now, balancing it on his palm. Before Hailey could respond, he spoke up again. “Hey, Hailey?” She nodded to indulge him, and Henry carried on with a sly smile peeling up on his lips. “You know who fucks real good?” Hailey was left at a point where she may regret her next move. She could continue to pursue the answer, and risk hearing something stupid fall from her brother’s lips… or she could silence him, and risk breaking their freshly and apparently amicable relationship.

She chose what was, in her mind, the lesser of two evils. “...hm?”

Henry took a step closer, and leaned in real close to his sister’s face, with that tiny smile still on his lips, nodding his head slowly. “Korean girls.” The small smile burst into a huge one and Henry held up his fist for Hailey to bump.

Well, that wasn’t too bad. Maybe her brother wasn’t the piece of shit Hailey had convinced herself he was. Even she had a smile on her face, as she lifted her hand up and balled it into a fist, “yes, they do.” She tapped her fist against Henry’s and Henry slowly pulled his hand away, adding one last word of finality.

“Boom.”

With that, Henry headed back to his room with his pretzels in hand. It was a bit of a longer walk for him; given how their rooms were on opposite wings of the house, it took a similar amount of time for Hailey to get two glasses of water and return to her room as it did for Henry to get to his place, despite the lead he had. They were in sync as they opened the doors to their rooms, where their lovers were waiting.

Their sync carried on, as both the eldest and middle Green siblings has the same thing on their mind. Both sat what they brought back from the kitchen on the bedside table and quickly crawled into bed atop their lovers, Hana and Min-seo. Both then said the same thing…

“Now… where were we?”

And both sealed their question with a kiss.
2x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago 6 yrs ago Post by LovelyComplex
Raw
GM
Avatar of LovelyComplex

LovelyComplex Retired Zone

Member Seen 17 days ago





Time: Early, Thursday morning.
Collab with: @Hey Im Jordan as Alyssa Green and @Bee as Justin Quentin

Finally, after fifteen hours and change, Cyndi Green and her Butler arrived in front of the Green Castle, 5am in the morning. She wondered if all her parents were up. She knew her mommy was definitely up, since Alyssa lived and breathed her job. She was one of the most prominent business magnates — there was no time for sleep. Daddy, he was a wildcard, but Cyndi decided to assume he was snuggling with Tia Julie. Her mama was a fifty/fifty chance of being up depending on her restless mind that caused her to stay up, spending endless hours in the studio, making new music, or simply playing the piano until she passed out. That happened more often than you could imagine and there have been many times when one of the butlers, which it use to be Alyssa’s Butler’s job before he retired, had to carry Eve to the master bedroom. Or daddy would simply do it. Well actually, ever since Hailey was born, daddy preferred to be the only one to do it. The only times he didn’t was when he wasn’t around.

Evelyn was a wonderful mama, always trying to play the peacemaker between Alyssa and daddy, or Alyssa and Henry. But, she’s come a long way with being able to actually care for herself and a family for that matter. Becoming a mother was the best thing that could happen to Eve, because as an abused child star that found happiness with a Green, it gave her three reasons to better herself and not succumb to the demons of her past. As for Cyndi’s eldest sister, Hailey didn’t need someone to watch over her, especially not Eve, and rarely was caught in messes, even if she was the mastermind behind plenty of mishaps at school.

Then there was the littlest Green. Cyndi wasn’t one for anyone to worry about, but that was primarily because she was a Goody-Two-Shoes. She didn’t want to disappoint her mommy, so of course, she had to be prim and proper. The perfect Green princess. Not necessarily for entrepreneur reasons, like Hailey was fully capable of, or even for charming reasons, like Henry, who was an amazing people person. She was the obedient one. She did what she was told. She didn’t stray away from the path paved for her, which was one day to be a starlet, managed by her mommy. At the core of it all? She was just pure. A cinnamon roll.

Cyndi had been caught in a daze during the entirety of the car ride when her Butler’s voice broke her out of it: "Hey, head in. You need sleep, we got another big day ahead of us. Cyndi’s big return! I won’t go over your schedule for next week until Saturday. For now, don’t worry ‘bout a thing.” As per usual, Xander would take care of her luggage. Yawning widely, she nodded at her Butler. She couldn’t wait to get to her bed. That bed she’s missed for so long. Exiting out of the black car, she shuffled her way down the path, up the stairs, and to the big doors that would lead to her home. The moment she reached the door, it opened automatically.

From the nearby dining area, there was the soft sound of music playing. The source of it, of course, was Alyssa Green’s laptop, from where the woman was working on a project summary she was meant to present to a board. They were absorbing yet another company in the next week, which would hopefully increase their revenue a bit more, though she did look up when she heard the door opening, realizing who it was. “Cyndi? Come here.” Alyssa’s voice wasn’t raised particularly loudly, but the only people who didn’t snap to it when she spoke were people whose time on this green earth was short.

Without much of a fight, she loved her mommy too much, Cyndi walked with her feathery dancer feet and made her way into the room where the woman of the house waited for her. Playing with her long, artificially blonde hair, Cyndi beamed, “Hi, mommy.” She waited to be given permission to hug her, since she didn’t want to disturb too much of her mother’s work. “Another big project?” The princess inquired.

“Yes. I have to build something worth leaving to you and your siblings, after all. All I ever do is big projects,” She stepped off of the seat she was sitting on and wrapped her arms around Cyndi and placed a kiss atop her youngest child’s head. “I also have to make sure that Min-seo can stay, despite her exchanged student… coming home. It’s turning out to be a pain… I might just buy the company that arranged it.” She shook her head and had a brief look on annoyance on her face, though it faded quickly after.

“I’m sorry for causing you trouble…” Cyndi apologized to her mother. Looking up to her, with her big, innocent eyes, she added, “I just wanted to come home. I missed you.” She missed a lot of things, but she missed her mommy the most. Not wanting to seem too pitiful, she tried to change the course of the conversation, “Has Min enjoyed herself here?” Cyndi had no idea the impact Min has had on her brother. Not yet at least.

“Min-seo and your brother are under the impression that they love each other. I doubt it will last, and I intend to have a private meeting with Min-seo to discuss it. Evelyn is allowing them to sleep in the same room — I protested but was shut down by a tag team of my bastard half-brother and your mother.” Alyssa scowled, and took a seat back down at her chair, taking a sip from the steaming mug of coffee beside her.

With the word love coming into the air, Cyndi thought about the concept, wondering its depth, and whether or not her brother was actually in love. Stepping closer to her mother’s seat, Cyndi continued to play with her hair, as she asked, “How do you know? When you’re in love?” It was late, or well early, and usually this time of day was when philosophical questions came into Cyndi’s mind.

“It’s different for everyone. I knew I was in love with your mother when we spent an entire day together, and at some point I forgot I invited her over to fuck.” Another sip of the coffee — and Alyssa shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t think much about what she was saying, it was mostly true. She’d watch her brother have the same effect on Evelyn, too. “I don’t know if Henry’s really in love, though I suppose if he is, I can use the threat of sending Min-seo home against him.”

“I see.” And it was this response that would instill fear in Cyndi whenever she would cross that bridge with someone. When she would hopefully fall in love. If he’s happy, then I’m happy for him. Cyndi thought to herself, before giving her dimpled smile, “I should probably go to bed. Try to get some sleep if you can, mommy. I love you.” Staying in place, Cyndi waited to be dismissed.

“Sleep is for people who don’t run empires.” She leaned over and kissed Cyndi on the forehead, “good night, princess.”

“Night-night.” With that, Cyndi turned on her heel and tiptoed upstairs, to her bedroom. As she made her way to her room, Xander went into the dining area to give his boss an update, as protocol. Butlers were the eyes and ears for the sovereign of the house.

Closing the door behind her, Cyndi took a deep breath in. She was home, at last. With hurry, she stripped, including her undergarments, and threw on a Winnie the Pooh nightgown. Placing her phone on her nightstand, she then grabbed her hairbrush. Sitting down on her bed, Cyndi softly brushed her long strands. Stroke after stroke. If only she was a natural blonde, then she would look just like mommy. The short conversation with her mother replayed in her head, especially about love. Cyndi would be lying if she said she didn’t want to know how it felt. To be truly and deeply in love. Then all her love songs would have soul. She would sing like her mama. Her eyes trailed from the ground to her phone. For a moment, she contemplated her next actions and sucked the bottom of her lip. Would he be up? Would it be rude to… message him?

Stroke, stroke.

Even if he didn’t get back to her this very moment, he could when he woke up! Yeah! It was worth a try. No guy had ever showed interest in her. Scooting on her bed, closer to her nightstand, she traded her hairbrush for her phone, and opened Instagram up. First, before she decided to message him, she decided to explore his pictures. After a couple of moments of just… looking at him, she mustered the courage to initiate another conversation. Not really knowing how successful it would be.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“...hi.”


Hi? Just hi? She didn’t know what to say! Well it was a start. A start was always good. First, he needed to respond. Or not. And she’d force herself to go to bed.

Justin was deep asleep, the burdens of life temporarily off of him as he was whisked off to dreamland. Footballs were flying all over the place in his dream. He was dreaming about playing in the big leagues, underneath the spotlight as everyone was calling his name. Justin Quentin! Justin Quentin! He was playing in the Super Bowl… and all eyes were on him as he lead the team to a potentially game winning drive with mere seconds on the clock.

As soon the ball left his dream-self’s hand, he was immediately yanked out of his dream with the violent vibration of his phone. Jerking wide awake, a jolt was sent through his body as his phone lit up. ”Jesus…” Justin murmured, rubbing his face as he grabbed his phone. Who was texting him at this time in the morning? He had to know. Upon opening his phone… his mood suddenly took a turn for the better.

It was Cyndi. Holy shit it was Cyndi.

Looking at the DM, there was a goofy smirk on his face. Now the question of how to respond was on his mind. She just sent him a hi, and she initiated it, which was great. Now… how was he gonna follow that up? As simple as this seemed, it felt like he was doing rocket science. His fingers hovered above his screen, mulling over the potential reply.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”Hey”


Laying on her stomach, her legs swaying back and forth in the air, Cyndi’s eyes widened when he responded so quickly. He greeted her back! With a sudden serious face, she sped typed her next DMs:

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“I’m back… and safe.”


MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“Did I wake you? I’m sorry!”


Cyndi rolled in her bed, not wanting to spam him too much. Resting her phone on her chest, she waited, wondering when they would get pass the whole ‘chit chat’. Curiosity filled her warm soul. Who was this Justin Quentin? And what did he like about her? This was all so new and exciting!

Did she wake him? Yeah, she kinda did. It was 5 AM in the morning right now. Who in their right mind was up at 5 AM besides the cutest girl on Earth and racoons (not like they were mutually exclusive though)? He was lying in his bed, holding his phone up in such a position where it could do some damage to his face if he were to drop it.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”Nah. It’s all good.”


MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”...back from where tho? 🤔👀”


Oh, okay. This was definitely new for her. He didn’t follow her like most people did. If anything, they both were starting with a complete blank slate. She knew nothing about him, besides football and that his instagram made him really attractive and he knew nothing about her.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“Seoul. South Korea. I was part of the exchange program.”


Tapping the phone on her chin, part of her wanted to go somewhere with this conversation, but she didn’t know what was appropriate in these circumstances. If there was anything her siblings were, it was bold and daring. Nodding to herself, she sat up once more and walked to her vanity mirror. Aiming her camera toward the mirror she took a quick picture of herself, but hid her face with the phone. Raw and unfiltered, she DM’ed the picture and added:
MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“Do you like Winnie the Pooh?”


Her flirt game was going to get somewhere. Maybe. At least she sent him a pic of her sleepy self!

Seoul? What made Cyndi go all the way over there? Justin was curious, but he had a feeling that she didn’t really want to talk about that right now. Especially not with the latest thing that Cyndi had sent. His face turned super red. Damn… Justin was flummoxed. His smile somehow got a bit wider. Why wouldn’t it? Cyndi was super cute, after all.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”oh… bother. what a cutie 👀 ”


Justin smirked, before trying to figure out how to follow up the photo. He wasn’t good at taking selfies, but he figured he should return the favor since Cyndi had sent one. Sitting up in his bed, he made one of those obligatory fuckboy-y poses in his bed, sticking up his hand in a “rocking” gesture before taking a pic and sending it off to Cyndi.

To his luck, Cyndi wasn’t educated in ‘fuck boy’ manners and patterns. Her reaction was something any young teenage girl would give when they saw something mighty attractive. She squirmed completely embarrassed, threw herself on her bed, and smothered her face into her pillow. Would her mother be disappointed in her? Probably.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“You’re the cute one!”


Did guys like being called cute? Maybe that wasn’t the exact term she wanted to use. Give him another compliment!

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“I like your eyes.”


Justin blushed again as Cyndi said he was cute. Man, he really liked that. It was making him feel fuzzy on the inside and he liked it. A sudden sense of warmth had filled him up as he looked over the texts from the cutest girl on Earth.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”Nah. You’re cuter. I know a cute girl when I see one.”


MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“You’re the cutest!”

Was this becoming a competition now? He was trying to out compliment her!
MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“If I was so cute, you would’ve asked me out already xP”

Woah. Did she say that? She totally did. How was he going to react to that? Her eyes were glued to her phone. Tracing her finger on her comforter, she waited. Waiting sucked.

Justin damn well nearly dropped his phone at the latest text he had just received. That had come as a HUGE shock to him. He didn’t know how to respond. But, he might as well have gone with the flow. It was pretty much the best way to go about things.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”... you down? You forreal?”


Justin scratched his chin.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”how’s tonight for ya? ”


MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“Sounds great. Meet me at the front entrance of The Underground at 8PM. Don’t be late.”

And there was the Green in her. Demanding and decisive. If she wasn’t mistaken Thursday night at The Underground was ‘rap’ night. It’s been awhile since she frequented there. She actually preferred The Underground over Captain Cuddles, truthfully. That’s where people showed their talents. Feeling she ended their conversation on a hopeful note, she plugged her phone on it’s charger and placed it on her nightstand. It was time for her to get rest. She had a date later on that day.

Grabbing her Eeyore teddy, she brought him close to her, brushed her face up against his soft fur, yawned for one last time, before closing her eyes. If there was one thing she didn’t want to come across as, it was needed, so she would stop their conversation there.

Holy SHIT she actually agreed to it. Maybe Justin should’ve thrown Hail Marys more often. Apparently he had a higher success rate with them than he’d thought.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”sounds good to me! see ya then ;) ”
1x Like Like 1x Thank Thank
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Hey Im Jordan
Raw
coGM
Avatar of Hey Im Jordan

Hey Im Jordan Surpass Your Limits!

Member Seen 18 days ago



Mentions: @Lovely Complex Joy and Melody in spirit
Location: Somewhere to watch the sunset, okay?
Time: Like… 6:30 or 7:30 PM on Wednesday night




“Damian? Where are you?”

Damian was kind of surprised that his father was calling him, but he was even more surprised that he opened with such a bold, questionable question. “I am at a parking garage. Why, what’s up?” It wasn’t a lie; Damian was indeed on top of a parking garage, where he was watching the sunset on the Beverly Hills area; the skyline wasn’t bad. Sure, it wasn’t a mountain, but… these fuckin’ things were basically the next best thing, as far as ‘stuff to be on top of to dramatically watch the sunset on your city’ went.

“Right… when are you coming home? Your mom is not happy.”

Good. She was being a child. “Well… so am I! You weren’t there earlier today, Dad! She’s acting like a child, and I don’t wanna deal with it. It’s not cool. I’m almost an adult! When she wants to treat me like it, I’ll come home.” There, that made sense in his head, it was sure to make sense in his Dad’s. They usually saw eye to eye on this sort of thing…

“Right… I dunno, man. She’s being petty, for sure, but you’re not mu—”

Okay, now it was Damian’s turn to go on the offensive. If his Dad was gonna say he was being childish that was one thing, but he definitely wasn’t being as bad as his mom, who all but fucking ignored him. “Dad! I’m going through a lot right now, okay?! I got kicked off the team because I threw a party that got a little out of control! Mom came in and went ballistic on live closed circuit television! So I already knew that was gonna go poorly, and guess what happened next? I started hanging out with Joy more, so today, I had to tell Ender that I’m falling in love with his daug—”

“Wait, wait. Did you say love?! I thought you were just trying to have sex with her! This is a big deal! Did you tell your mother!?”

There, now Connor was back on his side. The fact that he had to even work so hard to get it this way was kind of annoying, nO! She was too busy embarrassing me by acting like a child and pretending like I’m a baby that’s gonna crawl to her and beg for forgiveness. I wanted to introduce her to my new girlfriend! But now that has to wait until Friday.” Damian made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a ‘hmph.’

“I mean, yes. I got the reservations and texted Ender. My part of the work is done, but… you should try to apologize to her before dinner. Just… say you’re sorry. Sometimes, it’s better with women to just admit you lost, rather than fight it.”

Connor was offering fatherly advice, and Damian accepted it with a bit of a sigh. “Yeah, okay. I’ll come to talk to her again — with Joy again. But you have to talk to her and tell her to act like an adult. I’m an adult. We can have an adult conversation — or she can at least scream at me a lot instead of what happened.”

“Alright, alright… I’ll talk to her. Do you have a place to stay tonight?”

“Sure. Trev’s, Brian’s… I’ll be fine. Thanks for looking out, though.” Damian shook his head. At least his dad was trying; he appreciated that.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I love you, bud. I’ll see you Friday.”

“I love you too, Dad. I’ll see you then — maybe Thursday depending on how I’m feeling.” Damian was willing to try and talk to her earlier, maybe. It really depended on how his Thursday went, because he might not be in the mood…

“Alright. I’ll talk to her tonight. Bye. Good night.”

“Bye. Good night.” Damian took the phone from his ear and shook his head. Well, at least he’d watched the sunset…
3x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by LovelyComplex
Raw
GM
Avatar of LovelyComplex

LovelyComplex Retired Zone

Member Seen 17 days ago

Honey // Roz
Collab with @Fabricant451
Wednesday, Lunch
Text mssg from Shiloh @Silent Observer





Honey could not focus on any of her classes today. Experiencing her first hangover was ruining all her interactions with anyone, ever. After second period, she decided to keep to herself, quiet, and away from the many socialites of the school. Sitting outside, at a picnic table by her lonesome self, with a brown bag with leftovers from the Sunshine Diner, and an assortment of sweets from the bake sale on her napkin, she pulled out her phone to text Shiloh.

To: My Fairy God-Sister
Heyyyyyyyyyy, Shi-shi. How was your night? My night was… fun. Was your night fun?


After sending that text, she felt inclined to send another one.

To: My Fairy God-Sister
...should we talk to Riley? He actually made it on the morning show, and he looks… okay… but is he?


She thought about the show, how Riley came in just when it was going to start with Brian Helmsley. He thanked him and took over, bravely addressing the things he said on his viral video: “Yeah, I know I said more than enough last night to get me sent to a psych ward, but you know what. Here I am, more me than you’ve ever seen. I don’t take back saying what we do to each other is bullshit and stupid. Don’t censor that.” He glanced off camera briefly, then brought his attention fully back on the school. Staff, teachers, and students alike. “We’re in high school, guys, so... if you don’t take a stance, are you just going to let others walk all over you? You have a voice, use it. Honestly, no one is to blame but ourselves. Like politics, there are factions and forces at this school, but we choose our time here, not them. We fear people who aren’t afraid to show what they’re against and what they’re for. People who speak their mind. People who fight for what they believe in. I’m not here to start a movement, I’m here telling you to stop pretending. If you’re not okay, that’s okay. Don’t be okay. Having a voice is not a bad thing, if anything it makes you, you. So, Beverly Hills High, I will survive here but this time, as me. If that means I’ll eat alone, from this day on, so be it. And yeah, I’m gay and I’m okay with that, because I’d rather be me than give people the time of day to drag me down. This has been Riley Wells on RISE, and believe it or not, I’m going nowhere.”

From: My Fairy God-Sister
my night was interesting
I kissed a girl
rather… a girl kissed me
which isn’t usually how that happens… but im into it
Identity to be disclosed at a later date, maybe
anyway, yeah, i planned to talk to Riley later today. im gonna invite him to LGBT+ council!

Approving of Shiloh’s course of actions, Honey grabbed a cupcake, dessert before lunch, and licked the frosting off. Absentmindedly, she went to her contacts to a new number added. The number of Roz Norcross. Honey didn’t see her throughout the entirety of her morning, so she couldn’t help but wonder if she was okay. The sunflower girl that was Honey Dalton didn’t want to appear too needy or overwhelming, but something in her was telling her to check on her.

Taking a deep breath in, she pressed the contact name ‘Roz’ and subsequently, the green phone icon to call. This was so surreal that she was capable to do this... to call her crush. On her phone. As she listened to the ringback tone, she tried to think of things to say if Roz picked up her phone. Hey, it’s your stalker who wants to know all your secrets! Oh god, that reference from last night… how cringey. Maybe a different reference. So, a dare might not be legally bindin’ but I totally could be— Okay, no references. They were horrible. Grumbling to herself, she munched on the cupcake. Maybe it would be better if Roz didn’t pick up. Saves her the trouble from embarrassing herself.

Roz was not having an ideal morning which in turn meant she wasn’t having an ideal afternoon either; though she had kept her cool, for the most part, with her brunch time meeting she made one mistake that cost her dearly. She let her pride get the better of her. She went for the slap on the wrist instead of the jugular and while it might one day prove to be a costly mistake - always go in for the kill, a true sentiment in journalism as well as warfare - her only solace was in the fact that for all the supposed heads of the class knew, they truly didn’t know Roz’s identity.

Still, with the way it went earlier, Roz decided it was better to take a personal day rather than suffer through another day at an establishment where the only thing people cared about was who could ram their tongue down the most throats or who could drink the most without having to file a police report and medical history for alcohol poisoning. No doubt the talk of the day would be about the world’s lamest boat party thrown by the world’s most self indulgent one percenters, and that was not something she needed to overhear. There wasn’t even a post on Weekend Warrior about it precisely because the only juicy bit was tired old junk about snogging and idiot teens thinking drugs won’t negatively impact them and that they’re totally bubbles of personality that don’t need booze to be mildly interesting enough to hold a conversation without devolving into monosyllabic interjections such as ‘like’ and ‘uh’ and ‘dude’.

A lazy trail of smoke wafted towards the ceiling fan as Roz watched in a stupor. The lit cigarette was in her hand but she hadn’t taken a single drag - nasty habit, it was. As the smoke wafted towards the fan only to be cleaved in two by the swaying blades, everything seemed to just be in slow motion, everything except the fan and the music playing on a loop in the background. Anger had come. It was still lingering. But more than anything else, right now Roz needed to be in her zone. People retreated to their happy places, Roz returned to her zone, where nothing could get in or out except her own thoughts as she drifted along the currents of her mood like smoke wafting upwards.

And then, of course, her phone rang.

Roz shifted her position on the dilapidated couch upon which she was laying, reaching out with a hand like she was trying to stop an old alarm clock without getting out from under the covers. In her current state of haze, her frantic slapping of the coffee table had her finger hitting the ‘accept call’ button - while she had been trying to hit the reject and mute button. With the ringing stopped, Roz assumed her task was complete and she could go back to doing nothing on her way to the zone. “Old piece of shit phone.”

“Hello? Is this Roz?” A voice that contrasted the setting that Roz was in could be heard coming out of the phone. That kind of mellifluous sound that makes someone feel like they’re floating in air. Too pure, too sugary sweet for this dog eat dog world. A voice that would be hard for Roz to forget.

Back outside, on school grounds, the girl that reminded people of sunflowers held the phone close to her ear, turning her body around on the bench to face away from the table. “It’s Honey! From last night! I was just calling to say thank you…. your company really meant a lot to me. I don’t really drink often… at all… so I’m sorry if I was a handful.” She looked at the ground, at her feet, as she tapped them against the ground waiting for a response. “I just wanted to check on you. See how your day was going.” Honey was impressed how well she was handling herself even if Roz had yet to say anything.

The same hand Roz had used to accidentally answer the phone now ran down her face as the reality of her little error was made clear. It would be rude to hang up and it would be rude not to say anything at all but in the heat of the moment, such as it was, Roz had to search her memory for the owner of the voice. She wasn’t exactly used to hearing voices that could turn black coffee into that warm caramel shine so it took the honied voice of, well, Honey for Roz to put two and two together and come up with the answer. The drunk fangirl from the blackjack game, the one who went for a night swim, the one Roz kept out of trouble - the sharks on the boat surely smelled the blood of an inebriated girl. Did she give Honey her number? Obviously, but in light of the morning’s events, the previous night was largely a blur by now. And to think she didn’t even drink.

“Did you go to school? Your hangover cure must be something else - you were kinda gone.” Roz didn’t want to let her present mood influence her tone, the Dalton girl didn’t do anything wrong and Roz knew better than to lash out at the innocent party - but that didn’t exactly mean she was fully prepared for some kind of sudden phone call. “As far as drunk people go, you were fine. You didn’t puke on me and pass out in my lap. What is it, like noon? This couldn’t wait until after school? Why’d you really call, Honey?”

Oh no. Roz was super inquisitive. It made Honey tingley on the inside and undeniably nervous. “Is it a bad time? I just…” She bit her bottom lip, mustering what to say. She wasn’t lying when she said she was worried. “I didn’t see you, and I hope I wasn’t the reason you didn’t come in today. I’ve been feeling like poop all morning but I didn’t want daddy to worry about me. I know he probably would’ve been okay with me staying home, but I don’t know. I didn’t want my bad mood to ruin my day. And I...”

Pause.

Should she say it?

Well, she already got this far.

“...I wanted to see you.” Her soft voice dropped to a whisper. Her free hand covered her beaming red face, near immediately. Her heartbeat was pulsating through her ears. Every single pound, booming from her chest, running through her veins and through the entirety of her petite body. She did it. She said she wanted to see her again. Courage wasn’t failing her now! There was no turning back. Still not a full on confession, but if her signs weren’t getting more and more obvious, then she was terrible at this ‘love’ game.

Technically after the morning meeting? Every time was a bad time where Roz was concerned, but she obviously couldn’t say that to the girl. Well, she certainly could but it would have been both rude and not at all Honey’s concern. In this bloody battle of wits and the published words, Roz couldn’t afford to drag genuine innocents through the muck. Roz might have been a bit of a muckraker, but fortunately that term didn’t mean what it sounded like. Hell, the girl was basically so pure that she didn’t even use the obvious profanity that was as commonplace as janitors being weird. How someone like that survived this long at BHHS was...a mystery. Mysteries were never Roz’s strong suit but she was nothing if not considering a change of perspective.

“I think you might still be a little drunk there. You said you wanted to see…me?” That was enough to get Roz from a prone position to a seated one, with her curious gaze levied at the phone like it was an alien device. For someone that supposably understood people enough to write about them...Roz was finding this particular person rather atypical. The mystery. It couldn’t just be so simple, there had to be an angle...right? Was she put up to this? That didn’t seem possible, Roz met Honey before she was even a blight on a brunch...but that was the only thing that made any sense...because clearly this girl who couldn’t say ‘shit’ and was a bit of a lightweight couldn’t genuinely want to see Roz for no particular reason. Right?

“You sure you got the right number? What, you tryin’ to hang out with me? You don’t wanna be in the dirt with me, you’re better than that.” Roz felt lower than dirt at the moment; she couldn’t even see the light from her depths, but at least she didn’t shut it out completely.

“Don’t think so negatively about yourself!” Honey retorted, in a rather scolding manner. Eep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.” She said sorry too much. Taking a moment to breathe, Honey stood up from her seat, her feet planted, keeping ground. Roz needed to believe her when she said the things she said. “I’m calling Roz Norcross. She gave me her number last night and took care of me when my brother was busy working and my best friend was seeing colors. I got lucky because I never thought we’d actually talk… in person. With us being different years, and all, but we’ve met before, believe it or not. I don’t know if you remember me, since I sit in the middle of the room, but we share photography together. Before winter break, for our midterm, I was the one who did the photo essay at Sunshine Diner. Just a simple, peaceful day at a family diner. Hard working people, trying to brighten their customers’ days. I’d like to think I got my message across.”

She was getting off topic. “You, Roz, are a mystery. No one knows anything about you! Not saying I tried to find out or anything… but last night was new for me. I chose to go to a party. I never go to parties. But I did! And then we talked. I want more talks like that… I want to get to know you.” Honey’s expression was completely resolute. If nothing else, she was determined to build a bridge between her and this girl that thought she was in the dirt. She wasn’t dirt. She was sensationally awesome!

With the apology came the immediate response of Roz’s laughter; it was more akin to a scoff, but one that came with a dry little chuckle. It had felt like an eternity since something had made Roz laugh in genuine fashion. If that was her idea of yelling, Roz wondered what it was like if she ever actually got upset or angry. Roz didn’t exactly recall the specifics of last semester’s midterm but who was she to say otherwise - the important bit was that this girl clearly knew Roz. Not well but enough to be intrigued. She might have been the only one who did notice her and that was...curious where Roz was concerned. Spend enough time being invisible and the one person who sees through the spectre is one that sticks out.

“It seems we both have a thing for mysteries, yeah?” Roz could admit when she was intrigued. It was in her nature, but this time it wasn’t for a blog or to raise awareness. This one was more of an editorial. And completely off the record. “You like coffee?”

“Mocha only, I prefer hot chocolate. Coffee can be a little too bitter for me but when you add chocolate, it’s not half bad.” Not once was Honey anything but herself. Nor did she look at their conversation as a quiz or a test. Really, Honey thought if people were going to be in her life, they would love her for her, regardless of her opinions and what she liked or disliked. Honey’s hold on the phone tightened, waiting in anticipation. Was this going to lead to a date? Was Roz going to ask her out on a date? Don’t think too far ahead. Don’t get your hopes up. Maybe she just wanted to know if you liked coffee.

Roz knew the type of person who responded like that. The literal response, the type who didn’t understand the intent behind it - or maybe the type that didn’t think they had any right to think of the intent like that. It was cute in its own sort of oblivious kind of way; she supposed that’s what she got for trying to play a little bit coy and loose. “Honey, I was asking you out. You want to get to know me better, I assure you there’s not much to know, but from what I remember last night you weren’t awful to be around. We can make it hot chocolate, Miss Mocha.” That, it seemed, left little room for misinterpretations.

“OH MY GOD.” Oh. Honey said that outloud. Frantic now, she spun in circles. What should she say? What should she say? What should she say? Abruptly, she reached for the table for stability. Hungover and spinning. Bad combo. “I mean, cool. Yeah. Perfect.” Her eyes glanced up at a couple staring at her from a different table. Her cheeks were stained rose and she had no idea if this feeling would ever go away. “You, me, Mocha chocolate.” A date. Yes. A date. A DATE! “I totally knew that.” She anxiously giggled, before the sudden recollection of something from last night popped in her mind.

“...can we consider last night our first date?” Because then she would be a first for Roz.

That was definitely not something Roz heard every day: genuine excitement. It seemed the student body at BHHS lived in a constant state of blase and malaise where the only emotion was indifference or lust. It was exhausting which was why Honey’s reaction was working as kind of a mood enhancing stimulant. Like a shot of honey in tea. Funny, that. “Sure, why not. We’ll avoid the trap of an awkward first date then.” Roz didn’t seem to understand the simple significance, but she did have quite a lot on her mind of late. “It’s a date, then.”

“Absorutely!” Pause. “Er, absolutely. Just text me where and when?” The school bell rang. Did Honey forget to eat? She looked at the single bite in her cupcake. Yeah, she sure did. Who needs food when she had a second date with Roz! A date. Her cheeks started to hurt from how wide her dimpled grin was becoming. “I have to go… I’ll see you?” Honey didn’t want to hang up, but she had to. Like a puppy with a wildly waggy tail, she waited for the ‘ok’ from Roz, still clinging to her phone like it was her most prized possession.

“That sounds like the school bell, Honey. Go try and learn something and I guess I’ll talk to you later. Maybe call after school next time, yeah? The delinquent look works better on me.” Roz wasn’t so much in her stupor and she figured there was one person to thank for that - the tragedy was that the person would never know. Still, Roz appreciated the gesture even if she didn’t think it was one she exactly deserved. Maybe this one she wouldn’t fuck up irreperably. “Be seeing you. Sooner rather than later.” It was off to a good start, at any rate.

“For a second date! Yay!” The second warning bell went off. Ooooh no. Roz was right. She wasn’t much of a delinquent but she wouldn’t mind expanding her horizons with her sexy warrior! Don’t think ahead of yourself. She’s just going on a date with you. She doesn’t actually ‘like’ you. If anything this is probably a pity date... Shaking her head before depressing thoughts got into it, Honey quickly, yet still politely, dismissed herself, “I can’t wait! Bye-bye, Roz. Thank you so much!” And with that Roz’s phone line went dead.

1x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by LovelyComplex
Raw
GM
Avatar of LovelyComplex

LovelyComplex Retired Zone

Member Seen 17 days ago

Collab with @Hey Im Jordan as Ty Locke





| Friday I'm In Love | Bright Lights Bigger City | The Middle | Almost |

| E V E N T | Movie Under the Stars, Captain Cuddles Roof. 'Star Wars: New Hope'

| W H O ' S I N V I T E D | Anyone & Everyone. Teens, adults, kids! Attendance not required.

| F O O D | Unlimited pizza buffet, open salad bar, couples milkshakes, free refill fountain drinks, and alcoholic beverages (21+).

| O T H E R | Entertainment center and arcade open late.

Yes, he had the kids.

Yes, he had the supermodel wife.

Yes, he had the songstress.

None of that changed the simple fact that Bartimaeus Locke’s proudest accomplishment was Captain Cuddles. It had been his life’s goal, to open a place where people could come and hang out and have a good time, and he’d definitely accomplished that. It’d taken him damn near two decades to get it to the point where he could be happy with everything, but he could say now that he was satisfied.

It didn’t just stop though, it was important to him that the building was always pushing for more people to come and visit, and that usually manifested in the form of events. Ty liked to have an event every week if he could, usually on Fridays. Sometimes, like tonight, it was as simple as a movie night. Really though? Captain Cuddles’ deal on an all you can eat pizza buffet and a two-for-one arcade tokens every Friday probably brought enough business on its own.

But, he liked to be encouraging!

The roof of the Captain Cuddles building was set up for this type of thing, with a projector that shot its image across the street and onto a huge screen attached to the building across the way (which Ty’s family also owned), and the sound system was done by his best friend Jericho, so it was top of the line and atmospheric as fuck. There were a few chairs, but most people liked to just sit on the astroturf he’d had installed on the roof with a blanket and cuddle with whoever they brought along.

What? It was in the name.

Now, though, Ty was standing with his chef friend in the kitchen. He had a few kids that had to work tonight, and he felt kind of bad about that… but, hey. Things had to keep rolling, and the few he had on shift tonight? They were single as far as he knew! “Can you believe that so many of them haven’t seen Star Wars, Remy? We gettin’ old.”

“The times are changing, but at least we keep it alive. I use to dress my boys up as Jedis. Those were the days. Saber wars when Jareth would come home late and we’d surprise attack him.” Remy reminisced, feeling the pains of watching his children grow up. His Trevor would graduate soon and then off to college he would go, becoming something big and grand. Making a difference in this world. This was TERRIBLE. “I think I made enough pizza to put anyone in a coma.” And to think, he was going to make more.

“Yeah, I remember when Henry didn’t hate me. Good times… good times.” Ty opened with, giving a thumbs up. “Hey, that’s not enough pizza probably. There’s this girl — her name is like Kit? — she might be here tonight. She… she likes her pizza.” Ty explained, heading over to the ice cream and milkshake machine with a cup in his hands. It was important to make sure that both machines were active, after all. He pulled the lever first on the soft serve machine, filling the cup up a bit before he ate a spoonful of it. Check. Then, he filled the cup up with milkshake, and drank at it, nodding. “Good news. Ice cream stuff is working.”

“I would sure hope so. I made sure the maintenance guys checked it first thing this morning. Can’t have a repeat of last week where some kid broke the lever and our floor was covered with ice cream.” Okay, so Remy’s boss wanted a lot more pizza. That’s fine. He loved cooking and if anyone could make an over abundance of food, it was Remy. “And yeah, I knew Kit when she was a lot smaller. My son use to go to therapy with her father. I’m pretty sure she ate a lot then too. Reminds me of my boys.” Remy sniffled, thinking about his sons again, growing up, too fast. WHY WERE THEY TEENAGERS? “Did you know Trevor got himself a girl? I can’t wait to meet her. I’m SO HAPPY for him.” The emotional chef rolled the dough in front of him with vigor. “I met your daughter’s girlfriend. Hailey’s korean, I mean. Such a cute girl. Why do kids grow up so fast?”

Now this was interesting to him. Remy getting all bent up about Trevor and Riley? That was… basically par for the course — Remy was a bit of an emotional lad. But this… this he did not know. “Hailey has a girlfriend!? Man, what a bummer. Nobody ever tells me anything… I guess that explains why she rainchecked movie night. And she did say she had a guest for our next dinner get together…” Huh. Well, now he was kind of excited… “Maybe Hailey will bring her in tonight? I guess that could be possible!”

“If anyone should take advantage of your events, it should be your kids! They love you. The girl’s name is Hana. I’m not lying when I say she’s absolutely gorgeous and the way your baby girl looks at her. It warms my heart.” Remy wasn’t required to always make an appearance at his place of work, which was here, and other food places owned by Ty, so it was only natural that he had totally forgotten that Hana Park was an employee at Captain Cuddles. Remy was only human and sometimes, emotion clouded his thoughts.

“Well… yeah, the girls do. And four outta five ain’t bad, yo. I did alright for myself. Hana, huh? That name seems like, familiar. Who knows why? I know a lotttt of motherfuckers.” Ty sipped a bit more at his milkshake and checked his watch, nodding to himself. It was nearly time. “Hey, if that Kit girl shows up, make sure someone… actually you know what? What if we just took the door to the arcade area… and left it open?” Ty asked, glancing over at his friend, with a tilted head as he took another sip from the drink. That was probably the easiest way to keep something like what had happened to Kit from happening again.

“We closed it for noise, right? Because kids use to annoy those that just came here for food. But maybe, nights like this, we keep it open? It’s your call. I get why it was closed to begin with, but I also get why it would be helpful for it to be open. I suppose a good in between for this would be a big sign. Signs solve everything.”

“Well, the only thing is… Kit kinda made me feel bad? She didn’t know about the arcade, and thought our only machines were the Tron, Ms. Pacman, and the Street Fighter ones in the main area? Then when I opened the arcade door, she pretty much looked like she wanted to cry when she walked off. I felt, real bad, dude.” Ty was only being honest. If opening the door was what it took to keep him from never feel like an asshole again, then so be it. They could deal with the noise.

“Well, if you want to really make her feel better, just rip the door off. Then this problem will never happen again. Do know the noise complaints will definitely pick up again, but luckily, people love pizza more than they hate noise.” Remy nodded at his words, feeling his solution was pretty reasonable. Now, he was rolling the pizza into a round.

“That’s… that’s not a bad idea. I think JJ is coming. We’ll just do that.” Made sense to him. “I think it’s gametime. People should start showing up soon.”

“I should totally take pictures of my children during break…” That was more to himself than anything. “Aye, aye Captain! Go be an awesome host!” Remy cheered, still feeling a bit sentimental about the seasons of life. Babies becoming toddlers, who grew up to being kids, who found themselves as teens a decade later, and before Remy will know it, his sons would be grown ass men taking care of him.

“Yeah, I’ll do my best. I’m gonna take that fuckin’ door off, dude. Fuck a door. Poor kid was cryin’.” Ty mumbled as he walked off, out of the kitchen.

When Ty was gone, Remy whined, “I DON’T WANT THEM TO GROW UP.”


Hidden 6 yrs ago 6 yrs ago Post by Hey Im Jordan
Raw
coGM
Avatar of Hey Im Jordan

Hey Im Jordan Surpass Your Limits!

Member Seen 18 days ago



Mentions: @Fabricant451 Pretty Sam centric! Plus, text message at the end. @Lovely Complex Trixie got woked up zzzz
Location: 365 Combat Club
Time Period: Early Thursday morning! That makes this a Flashback post.
Featuring: Owen “Literal Dude” Lyon and Zachary “Young Lyon” Webb





Zach didn’t think it was normal to be awake at this time. It was five thirty in the morning! Five forty five A.M.? It shouldn’t even have been time! But… Owen had told him to be here at this time, and Zach really wanted to learn how to fight. He had to, if he was going to date Sam. Plus, he had to train to become stronger, and he had to build muscle and stamina and all this other stuff he’d never thought about before. Why couldn’t he just keep reading comics in the comfort of his own bedroom, and make Sam love him without all this extra stuff?!

It was her call though, and if this was what she wanted, then he’d do it. He’d drag himself out of bed, every morning, at five o’clock sharp. He’d walk the two city blocks in the cold, and he’d meet Owen at the gym in the morning. He’d do everything he had to do, if that was what it took. He’d even do… this. “Wait, wait. Are you sure I need to do this?” He asked, looking down at the glass that Owen was trying to hand to him. Just because he was willing to do it, didn’t mean he’d roll over and bend.

“Drink the fucking eggs, young grasshopper.” Owen ordered, pushing the glass filled with four raw eggs against Zachary’s chest. “There’s more choline in raw eggs than there is in cooked eggs. Everybody knows that. Aren’t you a nerd or some shit? Choline is a micronutrient that helps increase muscle retention. You wanna beat Sam? Then you, young grasshopper, must drink the raw eggs to get choline so that the work we do isn’t fucking wasted.”

Zach found himself wondering if telling Owen he could call him ‘young grasshopper’ was a mistake. He reached out and looked at Owen, then back down at the glass, snatching it from his soon-to-be mentor. He sloshed the eggs around, and wondered what it was going to taste like. Feel like? Probably oily and greasy and gross. “...bottoms up.” He thought about pinching his nose, but had a feeling if he did that, then the end result would be Owen complaining that he didn’t do it right and that he had to do it again. Zach brought the glass to his lips, and tipped his head back, mouth open.

One after another, the four slimy egg yolks slid down his throat, and Zachary immediately found himself wondering if he’d ever get the taste or the feeling out of his mouth again. After he felt the last yolk get swallowed down, he pulled the glass away from his lips and wiped them before he went to hand the glass out to Owen. Owen, without a word, looked down at the remainder of… egg white goop left in the cup. “Coward. Drink it all.”

Oh Jesus. He probably was going to throw up. Straight up, projectile vomit all over his would-be trainer. Great Whatever. Do it for her.

Swallowing once, Zach took the lips up to his mouth again and tipped his head back again, this time drinking every drop that would slide out of the glass, and when it was done he held it back out to Owen, and this time the bigger boy accepted it. “Not bad. I’ll make a man out of you yet.” Owen accepted the glass from Zach and started to walk away. It was for the best, as he didn’t see the smile light up on Zach’s face, the nauseous feeling that he felt very suddenly falling away.

“Let’s get down to business, to defeat the huns!” Zach had to commend Owen on his taste, though when the taller young man stopped walking, and spun around to look at Zach with a questioning look on his face, Zach could only raise a quiet question. “Uh… Mulan, right? That’s what you were talking about?”

“What the fuck is a ’Moo-lan’? That sounds fucking homo. Leave that shit at the goddamn door.” Owen scoffed, and shook his head, spinning around on his heel and beginning to head over to the gym’s tiny kitchen again. This time, Zach was quick to hurry after him, not sure when their first lesson would actually begin.

“It’s a movie? A Disney movie. You really haven’t seen it?” Zach questioned, and Owen looked over his shoulder, with a look on his face that spoke more than words ever could. As he looked away, Zach meekly added. I guess you haven’t then…

“Do I strike you as the type of motherfucker that watches Disney movies? I don’t make no weak-ass pop culture references neither. Never!” Owen said, a they stepped into the kitchen and he rinsed the glass out, scrubbing it with a sponge as he spoke to the boy who was standing behind him and waiting (Owen had to give him credit) patiently for the next command. “Alright, kid. First step is: we prepare the gym for open. Now a lotta people think that we should be open 24 hours a day. These people are idiots. Those assholes should refer to the sign. Sign says 365 Combat Club. Sign don’t say 24 Hours, 365 Days a Year Combat club. That would be too big! It probably wouldn’t even fit on a sign, morons!” Owen seemed to have a personal vendetta against people who thought they should have been open 24 hours a day.

Wait, he really had to help open the gym? Zach thought Owen was kidding about that part! Note to self… Owen not really a kidder. Very literal person. Zach was going to have to remember to write this stuff down. Who knows how long it would take him to get good enough to beat Sam? That was the end goal here, after all. “Uhm, should I be working on climbing the rope? Sam said I can have a rematch when I can get halfway up the rope.” He asked, hoping to circumvent the act of opening the gym.

“Young grasshopper, even if you could climb all the way up the rope — which you can’t, by the way. No choline, no core strength — Sam would slap the gotdamn taste out ya mouth —”

“That’s Training Day.” Zach said, without thinking. Owen turned around to raise an eyebrow, while Zach carried on. “With Denzel Washington and Ethan hunt? Dude, come on. It’s like Denzel’s best movie! And I’m pretty sure it’s Ethan Hunt’s only movie...” He offered, and Owen shook his head. Did this guy not get it?

“I don’t make references, damn you. Stop accusing me of that, it’s something done by people who can’t carry conversations on their own. Now, where was I? Right. You have no base to stand on. You’re a scrawny little nerd, and Sam’s got like a goddamn foot on you, and probably like forty pounds — though I’ll admit it’s probably mostly in her ass, she ain’t exactly soft. Sam will run through you like a hot knife through butter, like a mack truck through a Honda civic. You will climb the rope when I find you ready, young grasshopper.”

Geeze. Okay, so apparently he was serious about the reference stuff. That might be a problem, Zach had a bit of a habit of… well, understanding references. And half the fun was someone understanding them with you! “Okay, okay. Well, what does opening the gym consist of?”

“You will be… stacking plates!”

That one took Zach about forty minutes… people didn’t rack weights properly, and he had to fix it across the gym as a whole. Some of them were heavy! And whoever was using the bench press last? Must have been a fucking titan! There was almost one hundred and fifty pounds on both sides… Owen mentioned that he’d probably see the guy who was hitting that one; and see Owen slapping him upside the head for leaving his plates on the bar like a jackass.

“...sweeping my floors!”

That was easier. Sweeping was pretty simple, it was something that Zach even did at home. Though… Owen did make him sweep in a certain stance. It wasn’t exactly the Karate Kid, so Zach was careful not to call him out on it. Owen also yelled at him for slouching too much, so by the end of task two, Zach was standing up straight almost naturally. For what it was worth, he was damn near 5’3” when he stood up straight. Who knew?

“Restocking the drink fridge!”

Now, while Zach wasn’t about to complain about the stuff Owen was having him do, he was pretty sure that the supplier they bought Gatorade from was supposed to do this. Zach got yelled at for his method for lifting the crates of Gatorade; apparently lifting with a twisting jerking motion wasn’t what you were supposed to do. That, Zach didn’t understand, because lifting with his legs? It wasn’t exactly easier. But, nonetheless, he did it. By the end of it, he found himself to be exhausted. Maybe it was carrying the crates of Gatorade from the back room, maybe it was a combination of that and stacking the plates from earlier… didn’t matter, the end result was the same:

Zach was allowed to break and drink a Gatorade, and for the not the first time that day, he found himself wiping sweat off of his brow.

“And, finally… checking the chalk powder at the different stations.”

This one was easy enough. Owen had Zach carry two heavy bags filled with the powder (one on each shoulder), and he went to each weightlifting station, and refilled the containers. When that was done, each bag was just about empty, and Owen explained they only did that about once a month. When he finished, Zach took a seat on the weightlifting bench, and Owen threw him another Gatorade, which Zach caught — though he damn near dropped it.

“Not bad kid. You need to work on how you pick things up. You tweak your back? You’re never gonna beat Sam. And work on keeping your head up and your back straight. It’s good for you. A strong posture means a strong person. Romantic partners — well, people in general really — like a strong person. Work on that. You’re dismissed, it’s almost school time, isn’t it?”

Wait… that was it?! They didn’t even do anything! “Wait! I don’t think we did anything. How am I supposed to learn to beat Sam if all I do is open the gym? You’re supposed to teach me how to fight. ...is it really almost school!?” He looked down at his watch, and was shocked to see that it said 7:30. Goddamn… was he slow, or was that a lot of work!?

“Look, whether you realize it or not… that was a pretty solid workout. In time, you’ll get faster, and we can do more in the mornings. For now? Just show up after school, we can lift a little bit, and if you feel alright after that, I can show you a couple of moves.”

Zach had to admit, Owen kind of had a point. He was definitely exhausted after he’d finished the chalk powder exercise, and that was at least a sign he was putting some work out… “Okay, I can come by after school… Every day?”

Owen frowned, “Every day? What? No. Pace yourself, killer. Ain’t a sprint. This a marathon, if you wanna beat Sam, you gonna have to work hard. We do lifting on Thursdays, Mondays, and Wednesdays. We do cardio on Tuesdays and Fridays. Saturdays are variety; mostly leg days. Sunday is the lord’s day of rest. You ain’t me so you ain’t gotta do nothin’ on those days.” Oh, that reminded him. He was going to ask about the ‘Sam Lassiter, vs Sam Assister’ thing. He’d promised Same. “Hey, kid. Are you just tryna to get your hands on Sam Assister?” He folded his arms over his chest as he posed his question, adjusting his stance just the slightest bit. “Because… if you are, you should just quit now. You’ll never do it with that being the reason.”

“S-Sam Assiter? I thought her last name was Lassister...” Zach asked, pausing for the briefest of moments before it very suddenly dawned on him. “No! I don’t want her because of her butt! Have you ever listened to her sing? It’s wonderful, it’s fantastic, it’s amazing, it’s spectacular it’s… it’s magical. I just want to listen to her talk and sing while we like… I dunno, cuddle. Her butt’s just like a bonus, I guess…”

“Heh. Alright. Same can’t sing though.” Owen shook his head, but gestured toward the door, “I’ll see you after school, yeah?”

“...I kind of… need a ride… and I was hoping you could pick me up after school… If I have to come here, I mean. My mom and dad have work...”

“What?! UGH. Fine, let me let my girl know. TRIXIE! I GOTTA TAKE MY YOUNG GRASSHOPPER TO SCHOOL! BE RIGHT BACK!” What? Trixie was probably awake by now, and if she wasn’t… well, she was now. With that, Owen gestured toward the door, and led the way to his car. Once they were loaded in, he drove Zach to the front of the school, let him out, and then finally pulled out his phone to text Samantha.

To: Same

hey i talked 2 the kid. think he mite be gay. he said he wants 2 beat u in a fight because he loved listenin 2 u sing, and he just wants 2 cudle and listen to u tak. not sure about straitness, idk. ded serious he said ur singin is ‘wonderful, fantastic, amazing, spectaculur… magikal.’ its on the security tapes dude i’ll show u if u dont believe me. either way.

since he said all that bout ur singing

we know he a liar, but

he aint in it 4 ur booty so thats good rite???


God, Owen hated texting. He wasn’t good at it. It wasn’t his fault, he just wasn’t a very good speller and had big fingers, okay? Sam knew him well enough to decipher what he said.
2x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago 6 yrs ago Post by Grimoire Gaming
Raw
Avatar of Grimoire Gaming

Grimoire Gaming Unseelie Faerie

Member Seen 4 mos ago




A @Silent Observer & @Smarty0114 Collab
Featuring: Mamie
Setting: Thursday Morning Flashback Post




After the hellish explosion of emotions that was Wednesday, Marshall was determined to make Thursday an improvement. When you hit the bottom of a slump, the only way to go is up. Up, up, up! Once again avoiding his friends — if he could still consider any of them that given the recent revelation of lies and treachery — Marsh checked out of homeroom and was spending his time in the theater wing this morning. Gathering the lyrics and sheet music for his after school vocal lessons from his music locker, Marsh headed towards the practice rooms.

While passing by he nodded at a fellow thespian, a sophomore named Grace who seemed to be staring at him. She had a paper in her hand that, if he were to look closely, he would recognize as a copy of the school newspaper. “Hey Marshall,” Grace greeted and began to follow after him as he walked by and her best friend, a ditzy dirty blonde-haired girl named Anna, followed by her side. “Not all of the Candies are so sour, right?” Grace asked sheepishly, causing Marshall to pause beside the lockers.

“What?” He asked in confusion.

“Yeah, did you know?” Anna chimed in with a nosey curiosity, hunting for a juicy bit of gossip.

“Oh my god, Anna! You can’t just ask if he knew!” Grace exclaimed following a shocked gasp. Panicked, she looked between her best friend and one of the talented upperclassmen that she idolized.

“Seriously, what are you guys talking about?” Marshall inquired, though, if he really let himself think the situation through, he knew exactly what they were talking about. The real question was, how did they know?

“So… you didn’t know then.” “Oh, wow.” The girls said in unison, followed by Grace handing Marshall her copy of the school paper. She winced slightly, “I’m really sorry to be the bearer of bad news, please don’t shoot the messenger? We’ll just, uhm, leave you to reading that. See you later, Marshy!” Grace said before both girls rushed off, Anna leaning in to whisper in Grace’s ear as they did so.

Thursday was supposed to be a good day. An improvement from the day before. Alas, here Marshall sat, alone in a practice room reading Jamie’s latest piece in the gossip column. He normally loved that column because a) it was Jamie and b) it was gossip, but today, today the words printed on that page burned him. He wasn’t done processing the turmoil his friend group was suddenly in, and now the whole school knew about it. This was too much, too fast.

He didn’t cry. There was no more time or energy left for tears. Instead, Marshall Radley was livid, and his anger would be directed at one specific person. One blond-haired, blue-eyed person, who was probably still holed up in the very same room where he had written this trash the day before. Marshall stormed in through the door of the newspaper room where, lo and behold, Jamie Callaghan was sitting. Dramatic as always, Marsh threw the paper he held down on the desk where Jamie sat, “What the fuck is this?”

Jamie’s day, up until now, had been amazing. He’d always been well known around school, but today, he was practically walking the red carpet. Everyone wanted to know whether or not the story he’d printed was true. His answer? “When was the last time I lied in an article?” That normally shut them up, stunning them into silence. Today though, the sharks had smelled blood, and they wanted more. By the time he’d found solace in the newspaper room, he’d lost track of the girls who’d come up to him begging for more details, the hushed conversations he’d overheard about whether HOT was dead or not. So, when Marshall opened the door, Jamie had grinned, relieved to see a friendly face, one who wouldn’t bombard him with questions.

Except his face wasn’t so friendly.

“It’s my article?” Jamie said in response to Marshall’s theatrics, his confusion clear in his tone. Why was Marshall so mad about this? He knew this was his job, right? Jamie had to put this stuff out there, not to mention, this story was hopefully going to snag a bunch of readers, enough to save the dying paper.

Marshall let out an exasperated breath, which hissed between his teeth as he rolled his eyes. Was Jamie being for real right now? The drama king folded his arms across his chest and hardened his gaze on the aspiring journalist in front of him. When Jamie still gave no response other than what appeared to be genuine confusion, Marshall grew even more frustrated. Did he have any right to be angry about this? Probably not, but being mad seemed more productive than continuing to wallow in sadness. At least he felt like he was actually doing something about this shitstorm now.

“Seriously?” He asked in an accusatory tone, cocking up one eyebrow. “Yeah, it’s your article, but did you actually process what you wrote before you put it out there? Did you even think at all about the impact.” Marshall put a drawn out emphasis on nearly every other word as he spoke, pausing only long enough to give Jamie a chance to defend himself. Surely whatever that defense was, would be a treat.

“Of course I did! I thought that it would save the newspaper, and knock Hailey, and Ophelia, off of the pedestals we all put them on!” Jamie wasn’t totally sure when he’d started shouting, or when he’d stood up, but now he was standing and shouting, and he wasn’t backing down. Jamie was running on low sleep, but it didn’t help that one of the few people he thought he could trust was attacking him right now, rather than supporting him. “Look, Marsh, I know that you’re friends with Ophelia, but that doesn’t make her untouchable! I get it, I’m a gossip columnist, and so my journalism isn’t real, but I still have ethics! Ophelia and Hailey did a bad thing, and they got what they deserved.”

“Wowww...” Both of Marshall’s eyebrows shot up now that Jamie was, quite literally, fighting back. He shook his head, a laugh escaping his lips that could be mistaken for amusement, the look on his face portraying anger, and the light sheen in his eyes was the only thing in his appearance displaying how upset he was internally. Here was a boy that felt like he was losing everyone that mattered to him in school, and now he was probably going to lose Jamie because of this too. “I really don’t think you did think about it, if that is the reason you think I’m here. Jesus, Jamie, can you take a step out from under your journalist hat for just a minute? Please?”

Overcome with frustration and emotion, Marshall ran his hands over his face and sighed into them. He turned away from Jamie and paced for a few moments to cool down. He had been yelling, Jamie had been yelling, they weren’t going to accomplish anything except for drawing unwanted attention doing that. Marshall calmly turned back to the blond, his face only mildly softer, “Okay, you’re a writer, and I’m an actor. Let’s do a little role reversal here, and maybe then you can see things from my perspective. To start, tell me, Jamie, who are your three closest friends? Don’t think too long, just the first three close friends that come to mind. And of those three, who is your best friend?”

Jamie gritted his teeth and exhaled slowly through his nose, trying his very best not to lose it again. After another deep breath, he said “Selena. Selena’s probably my best friend,” he said. He didn’t bother to continue and say that Selena was probably his only friend. Being the school’s gossip columnist didn’t really make Jamie prime friendship material.

Marshall blinked, waiting for the other two names. When Jamie didn't give them, the realization dawned on Marshall. Jamie probably didn't have three close friends, he only ever hung out with Selena that Marshall knew of. That was… kind of sad, but it also wasn't the point of this exercise. Without letting this little speed bump ruin his plans to teach Jamie even an ounce of empathy, Marshall pressed on.

“Okayyy…. Well, imagine that when you were a kid, you moved all the way across the country. You were at a brand new school, with no friends, and the first person you talked to was Selena. She showed you the ropes, introduced you to people, hung out with you. Over the years, she became your best friend, one of the most important people in your life… hell, probably one of the first people you officially came out to. You adore her, and she means the world to you. And then, she lies to you. For months. And it isn't just a little lie, it's a big one, one that caused your two other best friends, which are mutual friends of you and Selena, to break up. But of course, you didn't know that the break up was based on Selena's lie, so you were forced to choose sides between your best friend in the world and the girl who got cheated on, versus the guy who did the cheating. Naturally, you trust your best friend. Over time, though, the guilt starts to get to you, and you miss that guy friend and want to patch things up. But he's super strong and he kind of wants you dead, so it's really scary to do that. And the night that you finally get the balls to apologize for being a bad friend and abandoning him, you find out that the whole reason your friendship has been ruined, is because Selena has been lying to you. Lying to all of you.”

Marshall took a breath and grew quiet for a moment before he continued. “Now imagine that the very next morning, before you've even had a chance to process why your social life is in ruins, nor the chance to talk to Selena about it… imagine that I wrote an article telling the whole school all about it. And imagine that I didn't even have the decency to tell you I was going to write about it. I didn't even check to make sure that you were okay. How would that make you feel?” Marsh chewed at his lip and looked down to hide the growing sheen in his eyes. “Because I'm really, really not okay, Jamie… and you didn't even think about that.”

Jamie sighed. He got it now, or at least, he got it from Marshall’s perspective. Taking a deep breath, Jamie went on to do something he rarely ever did. Admit fault. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you before I printed it, but I needed to get this story out. If I’d waited, someone else would’ve found out and it would’ve been across the school in a couple hours, you know that.”

Jamie’s words hung in the hair for a moment, before he stepped out from behind his desk and towards Marshall. “I should’ve talked to you about it, and I’m sorry that I didn’t. But I’m not sorry that I wrote that article. I am sorry, though, that you have to deal with all this. You don’t deserve it.”

“Yeah… I’m sorry you didn’t tell me too. You were the one thing I was letting myself look forward to, you know? … you weren’t supposed to make things worse.” Marshall sat down in the nearest chair and propped his head up with his elbows against the table, looking both wounded and exhausted. “I can’t believe any of this. It’s fucking crazy… I…” He sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. Last night was the most miserable dinner I have ever h—” As he recalled his eventful night at the Lyon’s, his eyes widened. “Oh, jesus, Jamie. You really fucked up, you should be sorry you wrote this. He’s going to kill you for real this time. He literally saved your ass the other day, and you repaid him by airing out his dirty laundry to the whole school.”

This conversation had been venturing back towards safety, towards a reality where this fight was something stupid, and then Marshall brought up Owen. Jamie rolled his eyes, and scoffed. “I don’t owe Owen anything, and I don’t see why you do either. He attacked you at Damian’s party! Full on, almost killed you! I’m not scared of him, and nobody else should be,” Jamie exclaimed, pacing around. “We let these guys do whatever the hell they want! They beat people up, they play God with our love lives, they treat all of us like pawns in their game! Then, they go home, and nothing happens. Because their parents worship the ground they walk on, and nothing changes. Hailey Green will grow up to be just as bitchy and closed off as she is now, and Owen will be the same psychopath in twenty years! So what, he comes and kicks my teeth in? At least I’ll hold him accountable.”

Marshall rolled his eyes and shook his head at Jamie's spiel. “It’s not their game, it's Hailey's. Always has been. And if you think you are a pawn, it's because you let yourself be one. You think she didn't account for our school's journalistic response? You, the Weekend Warrior? You guys are giving her what she wants, even if you think you aren't.” He sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. “And you're dead wrong about not owing Owen something, those goons would have wrecked you if not for him… and he reacted the way he did at the party the same way an animal reacts when you back it into a corner. He's just a high school kid who got his heart broken and lost his best friend because the same person you claim to be so against fucked everyone over. Now you put him in the public eye again, he didn't ask for that, and he doesn't deserve it. It's not a matter of me feeling like I owe him something, I'm here because he's my friend and I care about him. Maybe that's something you'd understand if you could actually list more than one friend when I asked for three.” Marshall's own words knocked the wind out of him briefly. He wasn't used to being so blatantly mean, he wasn't even sure why he said that, but he wasn't going to take it back now. “I’m going to figure out how to fix this mess. Try to keep your teeth.” He said before turning on his heel to leave Jamie alone with his thoughts in the newspaper room.

3x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago 6 yrs ago Post by Silver Carrot
Raw
Avatar of Silver Carrot

Silver Carrot Wow I've been here a while

Member Seen 14 hrs ago



Charity spent much of the day following her conversation with Jamie trying to think up ways to broach the topic to Trevor of Trent’s blackmail. How much she should reveal, and now much she should withhold until she was sure she could trust him. If word got to Trent early that Charity was trying to get him in trouble, then there was little Charity could do for her best friend. She’d probably suffer for it too, because she had told Charity. It was honestly less risky just to try and befriend Trent. They already went to church together every sunday, so that road would be a lot easier to start down. She would have to wait until Sunday, though, but that was fine. She could wait until Sunday.

But now was a different story. She filed all of this away in her mind, to use later, and for now, focused on getting through her school day. As she was heading down the corridor, from one class to the next, she spotted a poster. Immediately reminded of her sister from the image of that bear, and knowing that her sister also played music, she took a picture of the poster and sent it to Panda, along with a text.



”Saw this and thought of you, sister”

”U hav my interest, sis. Thx~❤”


Putting her phone away, and looking back at the picture, Charity thought about it. A new band forming would make a nice, innocent fluff piece, and from the look of things, what with what the paper will be printing regarding the parties, and Hailey, and what she herself might be printing about Trent in the future, a nice piece will be sorely needed. Charity decided to attend the auditions, perhaps conduct an interview.

A @Silver Carrot, @Lovely Complex, @Hey Im Jordan & @Fabricant451 collab
Featuring: Charity Spencer, Nero Frost Jr, Henry Green, Parker Ashford & Panda
Location: Band Room
Time: Wednesday, After school (Flashback Post)




There weren’t many teenage musicians, especially those that didn’t know Nero’s reputation, that felt confidant joining a band with someone that was disabled. But for those who did pay attention, Nero was the son of probably one of the most famous, scarily talented guitarist in metal history. His father, who co-founded East of Eden, with Evelyn Harding (now Green). The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree, Junior simply had to work around his inability to see. Ever since he could pick up sticks, which was at a young age, Junior found an innate ability to make beats. Without that reverberating sound that echoed in his soul, he was nothing. Drumming was his life. His sole purpose.

He wasn’t always blind, but over time, he did lose sight, and was given a challenge when it came to pursuing his passion. Last year, he set the bar for the marching band, wowing the crowd at the semi finals during the playoffs. He was only a freshman and he was able to intimidate the hell out of the opposing team. For the finals, he was given the chance to make the routine, so that was pretty cool. And was ten times better than his previous performance. His motto was and will always be: do better. If the crowd cheered, the next time he would aim to get them to scream. If his performance was a ten, he had to make sure his next one was a twenty.

Here he was in the band room, with his earphones resting on his shoulder, sitting by the iconic blood red drum set, actually donated by his father. This entire room had industry level instruments thanks to continuous donations of the great bands that came from this school, like East of Eden. Spinning one of his drumsticks in his left hand, he smiled at his company, which was that of Henry Green and Parker Ashford. Their audition was coming to a close. It was a no brainer that Parker would front their unnamed band. The moment she sang, his body was given chills; he even tested her to see if she overpowered the instruments, or complimented them. He had some of his marching bandmates helping with the auditions, though none of them wanted to actually join, using the same excuse that they were too busy or couldn’t afford to let their grades fall. They’re lost. They were mediocre at best, anyways.

Right now, Mercy was wagging her tail and prancing around Parker, running around her, in circles. His dog rarely got hyper, but when she did… it was full speed ahead. “Henry, you know where the talent is. I should’ve just went to you. Would’ve saved Miles the trouble of going around school with all those flyers.” Sure, Nero went the old fashioned route and held auditions, but it was only because he doesn’t really look at Henry, Hailey, or Cyndi, as kids carrying their parents’ name. He just sees them as people he grew up with. It ain’t his fault he didn’t think ‘hey, I’m just going to go to Henry and see if he knows musicians that are bored and want to be in a band’. Whatever, he needed to get in contact with this Aries’ kid, because his Youtube channel was sick. Meaning the soundtracks he heard off the channel, not the actual videos, were sick. Surely the video was cool too, if he could see it.

“I’m just a dude who likes to watch YouTube while eating his Oreo O’s in the morning. I watch less YouTube now that someone else sleeps in my bed, but hey, I’m not complaining. Morning show is way better now than it was before.” Henry shrugged and threw one of the Donettes he had into his mouth, munching on it. Normally, he’d throw a thumbs up in Nero’s direction, but that wasn’t exactly necessary when he couldn’t see anything. “Aries is cool, and all he’s ever wanted is to be a rockstar. He basically does… nothing but play music, so he’s a good choice. And Parker is the songbird of her generation, y’known.” He was speaking with his mouthful, but his job was pretty much done. He’d gotten Parker a job, that was the important one, and when Nero had mentioned he was looking for instrumentalists, Henry had to plug the dude with the YouTube channel.

“I appreciate it, man. I honestly hope we can rock this place to the ground. Just like your mom and my dad did. Goals. Yo, should I contact you or Parker when it comes to, well, practice and gigs?” Nero wasn’t necessarily sure how to go about treating Parker because it seemed like Henry helped her a lot with many things. Usually, he’d ask for each of his bandmates’ digits, but he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries with Parker.

“Just hit me up, it’s easier that way.” Parker was like, his responsibility. He wasn’t sure that she could find her way to and from practices without him, but if Nero just texted him it’d be easy enough. He reached into the bag of donuts again, and found that he was on the last one. Bummer. He threw it into his mouth and munched on it, thinking briefly about how his mother would probably reprimand him for eating Hostess, “That is a poor person food, Henry Green.” Oof. Alyssa sure could be a wicked bitch. “Besies, she doesn’t really have a phone anyway.”

“Gotcha, gotcha. One last thing before I let you guys go. Say we become real cool within the next month, maybe performing at the talent show, maybe even prom though that’s way later, could we play at your party? My dad’s been tellin’ me it’s gonna be a rager this year. It’s your big 18!” What? Nero had to seize this opportunity. He didn’t even know how much chemistry him and the band would be, but it was worth a shot! Him and Henry rarely hanged outside of school.

“Huh? What party?” Henry had to rack his brain, thinking. There was the boat party… but that was already done. And the New Year’s party, but that was also already done, and had been a bit of a disaster. Oh, Nero meant the birthday party. “Uh, I guess? It’s more for Cyndi than me, always is. She’s the golden child. I’m… y’know, me? I need more donuts.”

“Is Cyndi even coming back from Korea? Wouldn’t this year just be a big bang for you?” Junior’s expression was perplexed. If he wasn’t mistaken, Min and Cyndi switched countries for the school year. “Unless she’s comin’ back solely for her birthday?”

“No, from what I understand, she’s just coming back, and Mother is working with the exchange student program to get them to let Min-seo stay for her allotted time. By which I mean ‘giving them a bunch of money in donations.’ So, nah. It’s back to being about Cyndi. Dude, if it was just me, there wouldn’t even be a cake, let alone a party. Especially not a rager.” Henry said, crumpling up the now empty food bag, and tossing it into a trashcan.

“Yeah, but if it was just for Cyndi, she probably would just have family attend. Aren’t you the main reason her parties aren’t so small? At least in terms of the ‘friend’ department. I’m not hating on your sister, she just never seemed close with any people. Too focused on being the golden child, you know what I mean.” Nero, for a moment, was forgetting he was holding auditions, enjoying his time with someone he basically considered a brother.

“Well, I didn’t even know there was a party — so I haven’t invited nobody. ‘sides, I’m just that dude that everybody likes because he’s funny. And I am funny, no matter what the Hailstorm says. Aight, Park and I are takin’ off. Parker! Let’s rock n’ roll. And don’t get excited, no matter what, I’m not buying you a puppy.” Henry was walking toward the door now; he needed donuts and his waifu more than he needed to stand there and bitch about a surprise birthday party.

The adults were talking. At least that’s what it seemed like to Parker; considering she barely listened to the adults when they spoke at school, why would she listen when outside of that institution, especially when there was a dog to occupy her thoughts and time with. While the others had been talking, presumably about something that so desperately needed Parker’s attendance, she was playing with a particularly peppy pup. If only she had a tennis ball or something, but she was enjoying spinning in a circle as the dog rotated and spun around happily around her. Sure she was getting dizzy, but she was getting dizzy with a puppy!

“WHY NOT? I WANT ONE! JASMINE NEEDS A FRIEND TOO!” Parker was brought out of her preoccupied mind after she had fallen onto her tush having spun one too many times. From her position on the floor was where she poutedly responded to Henry’s laying down of the law. “PLEASE?”

Henry sighed and bent down, scooping Parker up and slinging her over his shoulder like Santa’s toy bag. With his beloved daughter slung over his shoulder, Henry headed toward the door, and the last thing that Nero heard from them was Henry’s voice, No puppies!

“See ya later!” Junior shouted after them.

Fully satisfied with the past half hour, Nero grinned to himself. Did he have any more people coming, or was it time for him to pack up and go?

“Hey, Junior, we’re going to get goin’. It’s almost 4 and, like, we love music, but we don’t want to be at school anymore.” One of the band geeks said, placing the guitar down, taking initiative to speak for her and the other kid by the piano.

“You’re good, thanks for the help guys. I’m sure we’re just about finished anyways. See ya!” In time, he was alone. Instead of cleaning up, he’d wait just in case there were any stragglers. While he waited, he decided to kill the silence by throwing down some tasty beats, with the song that’s been stuck in his head all day. Hot for Teacher by Van Halen. Because why not? He had downtime.

In his head, he painted a faint image of being on stage, how he can only imagine a stage looking like from those distant memories when he could see. The grand stage he remembered when he was a child, as he watched his dad ruthlessly shred. Please, remember, Nero isn’t simply ‘blind’. There are different types of blindness. His so happens to be Retinitis Pigmentosa. Though he cannot see anything, his eyes are still light sensitive and based on his intuition and growing up with actual sight, he is still capable to form some type of person or image in his head even if it may not be completely accurate. It is, however, usually very accurate, due to practice and him taking therapy where he talks to strangers, describes how they look like, and then they describe themselves. He sees where the similarities and differences are. How accurate he is. Lots and lots of therapy, solely because he wanted to function like everyone else and not be seen as his disability.

Based on the voice of Parker and how she acted, he could see how she looked like in his head and based on how Aries’ sounded on Youtube, he tried to create a figure for that too. Hopefully when he met the dude, he could imagine something clearer. Parker he got a better mental image of. Tiny. Very tiny. Based on the glint from her head from the blaring ceiling light, blonde. Round, big round eyes, a long, but button nose, an oval shaped head, and a wide, child-like smile. His one-of-a-kind leading singer.

Charity had been there for a while, watching events unfold and waiting for a chance to talk to Nero. She was also waiting for her sister. Panda liked to be fashionably late and it was a trait of her sister’s that vexed Charity. Panda said she liked to stand out by doing it, but one day, it would backfire, and she’d miss something. And she’d deserve it. Sure enough, Panda arrived almost as soon as Charity overheard Nero say that the audition were ‘almost finished’. Her sister was once again cutting it fine, and the irritation was showing on Charity’s face as she looked over to her sister and raised her eyebrows.

Panda chuckled and shrugged at her sister in the most unapologetic manner, before approaching Nero. The blind drummer wouldn’t see her dyed hair, or ‘scene kid’ attire, or goth-like makeup, but nevertheless, the aura of ‘deliberate freak’ exuded from Panda like a miasma. She was unmistakably a rawr XD girl. Even a blind man, literally in this case, could see it.

”Hi, I’m Panda. I’m here to audition for the band. I saw the poster and this definitely looks like my kind of band. I can play bass. A little guitar, but mainly bass.”

Stopping his intense drumming, sweat trickling down his forehead, he looked towards the voice, staring at her face like any person would. Really, at times it was hard to tell that Nero was actually blind because of how much he trained himself to blend in with everyone else. Mercy sniffed Panda’s shoes, as the cute Labrador Retriever stood in between the dyed hair girl and her master. “Awesome! Being able to play more than one instrument is always a plus. I don’t want this band to be pigeon holed. There might be songs where we need a guitar rhythm and a guitar solo, or a low midrange and then you or whoever plays the same chord, but higher broadening the tonal spectrum. I like dynamic and if you got the skills, bring it to the table.”

Placing his drumsticks on the snare drum of the band room’s drum set, Nero stood up and strolled down the platform to formally introduce himself to Panda, “Nero, but you can call me Junior since when I think of my name I think of my dad.” He offered his hand, but continued to talk, instructing her of what he wanted her to do next, “We’re going to keep your audition simple, compared to everyone else, since I got to meet with a friend after this. You go up there.” He gestured at the platform with all the instruments. “And play me a song. If I like what I hear, I’ll give you a call probably by the end of tonight. But since I haven’t heard you play with other musicians, when we do have our first meet, I’ll be observing your synergy with the other bandmates. Ultimately, my final decision will be made when we’re all together. Anyone can learn to play an instrument, but it takes a real musician to be able to play with other musicians, no matter their music preference and background. Sound good?”

Nero had made an oversight and didn’t realize he had company this entire time. That of Charity Spencer. If he looked in her direction, he could probably see the light bounce off her hair, but he hadn’t this entire time.

”Can’t really audition for bass properly without a band anyway, but I’ll see what I can do for now.” Panda replied, before heading to the platform, picking up the bass, and lifting the strap over her shoulder. With her own pick in her hand, she started playing a simple set of rock chords, but every so often playing them with a new technique. From flourishing notes, to harmonics, to slap bass, and more. It was no technical marvel of dexterity. She betrayed that she’d be an okay guitar player, but she was a damn good bass player, with a good sense of rhythm and groove without any flashiness.

Originally, at the start of auditions, all those that came to show off were nothing but flashy and lacked skills, but those that appeared at the end. Parker and Panda. They were talented. He had yet meet with Aries in person, but that would happen in due time. To say he wasn’t impressed would be a downright lie, because even though he couldn’t visually see her, he could feel her musical talent, her strong presence. Once again, he went to that distant dream of him on stage but this time with him, Parker, Aries, and Panda. An eccentric group, but memorable. He digged it. When Panda came to a close, he nodded to himself and gave her a thumbs up, “Yeah, you’re good. Y’know, the bass is such an understated instrument, but if done right, it can really make a piece. I think you got potential, Panda.” Before she made her leave, to do whatever it is a ‘RAWR XD’ girl does, Nero waved at her, while kneeling over and petting his dog, “We’ll keep in touch.”

Now that the musician auditions were all done, Panda left, and things looked promising for her sister, Charity then cleared her throat and started walking forward. She had found it slightly odd that Nero had shown no sign of noticing her until now. “Hello. I’m sorry to interrupt, but my name’s Charity Spencer from the school newspaper, and it was also my sister who just auditioned. I apologize for her lateness on her behalf.”

“Oh snap!” Nero was actually startled. Standing up, slightly embarrassed, he scratched his head with an apologetic grin, “... have you been here this entire time?” He wasn’t perfect. Sure, for a blind boy, he was more aware of his surroundings than most, but sometimes, sometimes he missed things. Especially when he was distracted by music. “I should be the one sorry, I should’ve said hi or something when you walked in. When did you walk in?”

He bridged the distance between them and looked at where he assumed her face was. Another tiny blonde, but her hair was longer. How could he miss that reflective shine? “Music gets me carried away. A lot going up in here.” He tapped his noggin, before continuing, “So yeah, sorry, Charity...That’s interesting. Charity and Panda. Vastly different names. A virtue and an animal. Well, I shouldn’t be talking. I’m named after the last Roman emperor.”

”Well, unlike us, Panda isn’t her real name. She actually has a normal name, believe it or not. She chose to be called Panda. Anyway, I was just wondering if you would agree to an interview for the paper about this band. It wouldn’t need to be very long. The article would just be a nice little fluff piece. I just think it’d make a nice, small story. It doesn’t have to be today, either.”

“Yeah, sure. I’d have to have one practice first before this can become a story. We’re not a band until we play together. You’re more than welcome to come to that too. I’d like to think the more time you spend with your subject matter, the better the story comes out. But I’m no journalist.” Nero was pretty stoked that someone found his search for a band interesting. It wasn’t really a story yet, but hey maybe she would find one. They would definitely be a unique band. Most of them seemed to have distinct qualities and definitely gave off the vibe of misfits. “Should we exchange numbers?” He took out his phone and eagerly waited.

“By the way, I like your name. Reminds me of my dog’s. This is my girl. Her name's Mercy. She’s really a man's best friend.” Aside from Miles, Mercy was the closest thing to him. The foolhardy dog was laying on her back on the floor, with her tongue out, staring at the stranger with nothing but a playful demeanor on.

Charity wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment for a split second, but looking down at Mercy, how could you not? ”Thank you. I try to live up to it,” she replied, as she crouched down and began scratching the good dog’s belly, smiling at it. She looked up, and took her phone out, as she turned her attention back to Nero. She gave him her own number, as well as Panda’s number. Now, business was concluded.

”So,” she asked after she put her phone away, ”What made you want to start a band, exactly? Has it always been something you wanted to do?”

“Kinda." The drummer boy shrugged, as he listened to the light sounds of her touch against Mercy's belly. “Music is all I really know. Part of me wants to become a legend, just like my dad. I've dabbled in a variety of styles, from jazz to metal, to what I do here, at school, in the marching band. I can't tell if it's more of my father's dream, or my own, but while I'm still young might as well see, right?" Junior took a seat on the platform, staring at the area where his dog’s face was, listening to her breathing.

”That sounds a lot like Panda. Music’s been her life ever since she started calling herself Panda. Me? I like music but I’m more into the acoustic singer-songwriter style of pop. When I want to relax, I turn to the television. Or to reading. I’ve wanted to help people and educate or inform them for as long as I can remember. It’s partially why I’m in the newspaper team. I’d rather be a teacher or a missionary than a journalist, though.”

Glancing over to the direction of Charity’s voice, Nero carefully listened, raising an eyebrow as she talked. Her spirit was friendly and reminded him of someone, yet he couldn’t recall who. They had only just met and yet she trusted him enough to express her interests, or perhaps it was for the story? If she grew closer with him, the more her story would be relatable because she wasn’t writing about strangers. She would know him.

Junior didn’t know what was her intent, but it was refreshing. “Missionary? So, you believe in God?” Religion was a topic that led down a slippery slope, but Junior was never one to stray away from controversy topics. Was it weird that he felt like he could talk to this girl for hours? About random topics? She intrigued him and provoked the deep thoughts that resided in him to come out. Soul searching and constantly thinking about the world, wanting to know more. Always more. Never satisfied. The more he knew, the better his music and just overall life would be. Junior supposed he wanted to inspire, while she wanted to teach, but those two things went hand in hand. You can’t be seen as a good teacher without having an innate ability to inspire. He was no teacher but he could at least save lives in his own way. Through his music.

”Yes, I am religious,” Charity replied, smiling. ”Evangelical. I’d like to think I’d be a good person even without faith but I can’t pretend growing up with it hasn’t made me who I am. I know there’s a stigma surrounding devout christianity in this school, not helped by a select few individuals I know of...”

Before Charity could continue, Nero’s phone began ringing.

“Oh, excuse me for a sec.” Getting up, Junior went off out the hall (muscle memory knowing what direction to go in). When the drummer disappeared from the room, Mercy rolled over and went to Charity’s feet, keeping a keen eye in that general direction. Charity once again bent down and began petting her, with the occasional ”Who’s a good girl?” cooed at her. After two minutes and forty six minutes, exactly, Nero came rushing in and apologetically addressed Charity, “Hey, I’m sorry I have to end things short, but my friend’s been waiting outside for ten minutes now.” Without his fingers, as he stood by the arc of the door, Nero whistled. As a result, his dog came rushing to his side.

Before he left, he said one last thing to say: “We should… talk some time. I enjoyed this.” After one last, welcoming and charming smile, Junior and his dog were gone. Charity thought about his parting words. She could confidently say she enjoyed talking with him too. Charity was a naturally open person, but rarely did she ever hear that panicked voice in her head telling her she might be oversharing, and to chill out. Not that it’s advice seemed very useful. Yes, they should talk some time. Not the interview, but a conversation.
2x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago 6 yrs ago Post by smarty0114
Raw
coGM
Avatar of smarty0114

smarty0114 Human

Member Seen 3 mos ago

Flashback: Wednesday, nearing the end of the school day.
Collab with @Lovely Complex


Click title.



As usual, when someone sought Joy out, when they truly needed her, it was during the times she was in the library, as coincidental as that may be. This time was different, though. It was fifteen minutes before last period, where both Joy and Katie made sure if they hadn’t seen each other for most of their days, minus the times they had class, obviously, they would meet at the library to give each other an update. Talking in person was so much more personal than text. This time specifically, the library was like a barren desert. No students came to the library near the end of the day unless they had a project to print.

Neither girls cared if they were late to their last period, since it was an easy class and their teacher didn’t really do attendance, so more often than not, they had their own little short picnic in their safe place. Even the librarian stepped out around this time, giving them the entire room to themselves. Only Joy and other librarian assistants were given access to the library when the librarian was on a break or went home for the day. It was a trust policy and if anything went missing, the librarian knew who to interrogate first.

In the library, there was a hidden area, where most of the older books were tossed. Piles and piles of books hiding this little nook. An area that no student, besides Joy (and Katie, by association), ever explored. It was dim and the lightbulb surely needed to be replaced, but it was Joy’s private place on school grounds. The place where she could breathe and even take naps, if she so desperately needed one. There sat two, large bean bags, a blanket (merchandise from her Uncle’s gaming team ‘RD’) laying out with food of the best kind on top of it, a computer for gaming, a tv (with a couple of consoles surrounding it) for gaming, and small decor that was added over time. Like glow-in-the-dark stars. Joy took a liking to astronomy because of her second cousin Freya, basically an aunt figure, who owns an observatory.

This was their place, away from the chaos and stress that was their school. Just for two best friends. No other people, including Joy’s boyfriend, were allowed here. Even if some did find this place, Joy wouldn’t care if anything got stolen. Most of the tech she brought here was her old stuff that would’ve been given to Goodwill anyways.

Sitting on her blue bean bag, criss-cross applesauce, Joy munched on some cheetos, as she stared at her distressed friend, finishing up telling her everything that had transpired the night before and the morning of with Damian, “Yeah… so that happened. Still a virgin, but at least parents approve and Melody, or my dad, didn’t kill him, amiright? I honestly couldn’t believe he refrained from having sex with me and actually woke up early just to talk to my dad. I guess he isn’t always thinking with his penis. He must really like me…” Joy trailed off briefly, before shaking her head, “Enough about me! How are you, Katie? You okay? Something feels a bit off. Like, yeah I’ve been seeing you smiling throughout the day but it doesn’t feel… genuine. I could be looking way too into it, but I worry.”

If she was being completely honest, Katie had been in and out of the conversation since it began. Really, she’d been stuck in her own head all day it felt like. “Huh? Oh...I’m...okay, I’m gonna say something, and you have to keep it a secret. You can’t tell Damian, or Noah, or literally anyone.” Katie paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

“Last night, at the party, me and Scott had this...moment. It was weird, and stupid, but for a second we were just, connected, I guess? I don’t know. It was confusing, and strange, and I planned to completely ignore it, but then I may or may not have had a sex dream about him,” Katie said, wincing. God, what was her life coming to?

“Oh wow.” Joy munched on another chip, contemplating her friend’s words. Was Katie having feelings for someone? Scott, specifically? “So… do you like him?” Joy was never one to beat around the bush. They could dance around the subject, but that gets old real quick. “There’s nothing wrong with what you’re feeling. Being confused is okay. I mean I’m still figuring out this whole romance thing myself.” Munch.

“No! Nononono! I do not have feelings for Scott Lyon! He is arrogant, and annoying, and rude, and spoiled! I mean, he sucks! He’s my arch-nemesis! I can’t have feelings for him!” Katie hissed, her face flushing red. “And, it’s not like that matters, cause today he decided that we shouldn’t be talking anymore. Which like, yeah, I agree, but also, who is he to make those decisions? He just assumes he’s right all the time, that’s what I hate. It’s like, God, grow up!” Katie said, her ranting distracting her from less welcome thoughts of a certain Lyon.

Joy’s plain expression turned into a smug. Munch. “If he was all those things, which I’m sure he can be, would you still give him the time of day? Y’know. Damian, he’s prideful, a manwhore, and cares way too much about looking swole, I mean I don’t mind, but still... he isn’t just that. He’s actually too sweet for his own good.” She paused, wanting Katie to take in her words, “You two have been at it for as long as you’ve guys known each other. I’ve never met someone that could keep up with you and your argumentative self like he can.” Munch. “Let me ask you this, are you okay with this stopping? No more chess fights. No more run ins in the hallway where he teases you and you backfire. No more heated debates in the parking lot by ‘the G spot’. No more seeing him. At all.” The G spot stood for the Gearheads spot.

Katie pondered Joys words for a moment. Her first instinct was to deny the heresy that Joy was insinuating. Of course she wouldn’t miss any of it. She hated Scott! Except, maybe she didn’t. Groaning, she let her head fall backwards, her exasperation clear. “Katie Callaghan has been broken. She stood strong for many years against the Male Threat, but Scott Lyon was too fucking much!” Katie said dramatically, lolling her head back to it’s normal position. “The Boy Boycott is over.”

After wiping her fingers on a napkin, placing it on her plate of cheese (yes just cheese), Joy rolled out of her bean bag, taking her chips with her, of course, and crawled to her friend, still grinning. Lowly, she chuckled, “Operation ‘get Scott? or… Operation ‘get laid’.” Joy was thinking way ahead of herself. Thanks to Damian, Joy may have obtained a dirty mind. “We could do both. Yes, definitely both. What’d you say?”

Katie sighed. “It’s the end of an era Joy. That’s what.” Katie fished a cheeto from Joy’s bag and with a deep sigh, popped it into her mouth.

Munch.
3x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by smarty0114
Raw
coGM
Avatar of smarty0114

smarty0114 Human

Member Seen 3 mos ago





Featuring: Katie Callaghan & Jamie Callaghan
Location: The Callaghan Home - Friday Night




Katie Callaghan sat, as she had every evening since Wednesday, staring at the DM from one Scott Lyon. She hadn’t told anyone about it, she hadn’t responded to it, and she was beginning to feel like she was running out of time. This, was not ideal.

Suddenly, Katie’s bedroom door opened, startling her and sending her phone flying across the room, as her brother walked in, shirtless and holding up a black jacket and two dress shirts. “FUCKING HELL!” Katie screamed, her nerves rattled. Jamie tossed the clothing he was holding onto the bed and went to grab Katie’s phone, muttering something about her being high strung, Katie released an anguished “NOOOO!” from her lips.

As he picked up the phone and his eyes darted across the screen, his eyes widened in shock. “Scott Lyon huh? Took you long enough,” he taunted, tossing the phone back to her. Katie scowled at his jest. “He needs my help on an assignment. That’s it,” Katie said, to which Jamie laughed. “Katie, you guys don’t even share a class. Someone is distracted,” he said, grinning. His sister never lied that bad, unless her mind was elsewhere.

Katie sighed and fell back into the pillows that rested at the head of her bed. “I’ve been ignoring him, for two days. Two. Days. It’s done. I killed it. We’re through,” she moaned.

Jamie shook his head and picked up his clothes again. “Okay, but real quick, which one goes better with the jacket,” Jamie asked. Katie rolled her eyes and pointed out her favorite, a pure, white shirt that went nicely with the dark green suit he was going with. As Jamie put the shirt on, he returned his focus to Katie.

“Look, you and Scott have some whack sexual tension, that I don’t even want to talk about, but you clearly like him. Just text the boy, there’s no need to be stupid,” he said as he shrugged into his suit jacket, and looked himself over in the mirror.

“Says you, the boy who is the most unlucky in love person I know,” Katie said, her tone spiced with annoyance. Jamie rolled his eyes, a spitting image of his sister. “Oh my god, we’ve been through this a hundred times! I fucked up, get over it and go get your man you hag!”

Katie pursed her lips, before taking the phone in her hands and typing out a long overdue message.

To: Scott
lets talk...pick me up?


Katie gave the bird to Jamie’s knowing smirk, before getting up and going to her closet. “I need a new outfit, I need to shower, I need so many things!” Jamie laughed from his position in front of the mirror. “Good luck!” he shouted, before walking out, leaving Katie to fend for herself.
2x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago 6 yrs ago Post by Grimoire Gaming
Raw
Avatar of Grimoire Gaming

Grimoire Gaming Unseelie Faerie

Member Seen 4 mos ago



Starring: Kit “What’s a top?” Thomas & Marshall “Not me.” Radley
A @Silent Observer & @Hey Im Jordan Production
(Thursday at Lunch Flashback Post)




“MARSHALL!”

There he was. Marshall was a hard dude to find when you can’t just look for the chatty table with all the girls at it, and instead have to look for the table that had all the genders and they were all chatty and it was confusing and this whole school thing was a bit much. Every day, Kit came a little bit closer to regretting her decision to not be homeschooled. It would have had its pros and its cons… pros and cons…

Kit shook her head, swinging her lunch bag up into the air, before she plopped down beside Marshall, without a care in the world for the people surrounding her. She took a deep huff, and looked up at her friend, “dude. You look like you found a kitten that was living in a bush near your house, and then you took the kitten in after like a week of coaxing it out of its home, and then you raised the kitten as your own and like you loved it and called it Oliver and everything was good right? And then after a few months of raising this kitten YOU STEPPED ON ITS TAIL. You look like how I imagine someone would look after they stepped on their adopted kitten’s tail.”

Marshall looked up from the bowl of soup that he had just been absently stirring while scrolling through Instagram. He was sitting at a table full of thespians today, instead of his usual crew, and he didn’t much feel like talking. If he hadn’t already taken so much time off this year, he probably would have tried to leave again. Now that Kit had made a grand entrance, however, there wasn’t much opportunity for him to wallow in his sads. Listening to her convoluted metaphor, he nodded, “Yeah, that sounds about right. You didn’t come here to drug me again, right? Not that it doesn’t sound fun, but like, I have school work and stuff. Anyway… what’s up? Have a seat, the cost to be here is that you try out for the musical though, just sayin’.” Marshall said with a slight smirk.

Well, that was hardly fair… “But Marshall! It’s really… urgent and stuff!” Kit protested. She didn’t wanna try out for the musical! She wasn’t a very good singer — she just had a lot of energy. Plus, she might be left alone with Shauna some more, and she wasn’t too sure she was ready for that sort of thing... “Okay, okay. Fine I’ll try out for the musical. Now I need your help! It’s, like… immensely important.”

“Alright, alright.” Marsh said with another smirk and then laughed. He set his phone down and pushed his soup aside before tapping the table in front of him. “Sit down and tell me about the emergency. Do I have to fight someone for you? Because, to be honest, I’m not really that tough, and I’m all out of fight today, but I’ll do it if I have to.”

Kit blinked a couple of times, before shaking her head. If she needed someone to fight for her, then she wouldn’t come to Marshall first. Marshall was soft and squishy, like a marshmallow. Not much of a scrapper! “Nah, it’s not that. If I need someone to fight for me, I gots AJ and Scott. They’re like… real ghetto, they’d take someone out back and stick a screwdriver in their neck. I need your help with…. Uhm…” Marshall visibly glowered at the mere mention of AJ’s name. That was still a sore subject, especially when he was being compared to him.

Kit pulled her phone out and scrolled to her Gallery app, though before she tapped it she looked around at the others with eyes that could only be described as ‘shifty.’ After a couple of seconds, though, she shrugged her shoulders. Whatever! She tapped the Gallery app and pulled up a selection of… choice photos she’d been texted by Min-seo a few nights ago, and shoved the phone in Marshall’s face, “is this… you know big???” She questioned, staring up at Marshall as he waited for his answer.

Marshall had no idea what to expect. He watched as the tiny blonde flipped through whatever it was that she was so eager about on her phone. When she finally shoved the phone in his direction, he cocked an eyebrow up curiously and took it from her. He looked down casually and— “Oh my god, Kit!” Marshall exclaimed in a panicked whisper as he clapped the phone down with his hand blocking the screen. He looked around his shoulders to make sure there wasn’t anyone behind him that might have seen. Getting suspended for looking at dick pics at school would probably be the gayest thing that any male had been suspended for in the history of ever, so he could not let that happen. Seeing that the coast was, in fact, clear, Marshall held the phone closer to his chest and took another good, hard look. And boy, was it hard.

“Jesus…” Marshall scrolled back and forth through the images with wide eyes. He looked from the phone, back to Kit, then back to the phone. “That’s some… wow. That’s some next level d, like, damn. Where do you even put it all? You’re so tiny! I didn’t know you even had a boyfriend, you moved on quick from Sel. Who’s the lucky guy, then?”

Aha! So that all but confirmed it then. It was big. Kit had a feeling, but she hadn’t been sure if it was just looking big because of Min’s admittedly tiny body and hands, but Marshall’s reaction satisfied her curiosity, though when he asked where she put it, she stared at him and shook her head, “What? No, that’s not mine. That’s my best friend’s boyfriend’s. Uhm… what’s his name?” She paused for a moment looking up at the ceiling. “Something with a color… it’s a name that ages well! Oh, yeah! Henry Green. That’s the lucky guy.” Kit said, grinning; she hadn’t been sure if she was going to remember! “See, it looked big! But I have no frame of reference… so I had to ask to make sure. It’s important. Min-seo put it, uh… everywhere. I have some pictures of some of that too… You can just scroll around if you want.” Kit left it up to him, though her smug smile never left her lips. She hooked Min up with the right guy!

Henry Green? “You’re shitting me!” Was Marshall’s first and immediate reaction. That was an unexpected name, not that Marsh had ever really pondered the sole son of the Green family’s size before, it was just… surprising. “Henry… no shit.” He said and looked back down at the phone, nodding in appreciation. “Well, he sure would make a damn good top…” Finally registering all of what Kit had said, Marshall looked back up at her. “Wait, your best friend’s boyfriend? Why… why do you have these pics then, Kit? No, I don’t want to see your het friends totally going at it, I’m good, thanks though.” Marsh said with a laugh and slid the phone, screen side down, back over to her across the table.

“Min sent them to me because I got her and Henry together with my magical powers and I’d never seen one before and I really wanted to. So Min-seo helped me out. She’s the best, and she clearly has excellent taste in men.” Kit took her phone back and dropped it into her pocket, satisfied. She was happy to know that Min-seo’s boyfriend was, in fact, big. Big enough that Marshall had reacted strongly, and… “I figured you’ve seen the most dicks out of everyone I know, so like I figured you’d be a good judge of quality! Hey, what’s a top?”

“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or a diss… I mean, I’m not that much of a slag.” Marshall mused on that thought. After this summer, maybe he kind of was, but Kit didn’t know about that. No one did. At Kit’s final question, Marshall froze, wide-eyed. Oh no, did she really not know? She was so young, should he tell her? Well, she was the one who just shamelessly showed him dick pics, so anything goes now. “Really? It’s a gay thing, you know... top… pitcher… the guy who prefers giving the dick.” He explained slowly, waiting for a lightbulb of recognition, but also assuming that she might just be memeing on him.

“There’s a name for that!? I thought… I thought you guys just like… like, I dunno, did oral and stuff?” Damn. Kit shook her head and looked at Marshall, the complete sincerity apparent in the underclassmen’s face, “Dude, you see that wall?” She pointed toward a wall behind her, “and you see that splatter?” She more specifically pointed at a stain on the wall. “That’s my mind, because you just blew it. Top? Pitcher? That’s wild. Wait, so which one are you? Wait, I already know. You’re the other one. I bet it’s a ‘catcher.’ You’re the catcher. You good at catchin’ balls, mate? I bet you’re a professional ball catcher.” Well, Kit was in on it now. “You’re a Marshmallow, so you’re probably like all soft and stuff. I’d let you catch my balls.”

“Oh… my… god…” Marshall responded, sinking in his seat and hiding the growing blush on his cheeks with his hand. “Can you please not yell that?” Despite the embarrassment, or perhaps because of it, Marsh laughed quietly. “There’s not just ‘the other one’. There’s top, bottom, and verse. Verse goes both ways, depending on the mood. Which of the three I am, will forever be a mystery, my dear. And I do not want to, nor will I ever, catch your balls.” He laughed again and shook his head, pushing his bowl of soup back in front of him to continue eating. After taking a bite, he tilted his spoon to the side and asked, “Did you really think we only do oral? That’s like… living your whole life eating only dessert, when you could enjoy a four-course meal. It’d be so sad…”

“Totally a bottom. I can read you like an open book, my guy.” Kit teased, waving her phone at Marshall. She wasn’t like sure she was in a position to tease him like that, but she was going to do it anyway. No fear in Kit’s dojo. “I kinda did! I didn’t know… I never thought about… the butt.” Kit muttered, before she leaned in way close to Marshall, whispering in a low tone. You poop from there, man. No one should have… in the butt! She protested, shaking her head before she popped up and kissed Marshall on the cheek.

“Hey, thanks for your help! I really needed to know. I’m gonna go do Kit-stuff now. Love you! Hey, remember to tell your friends you love them, remember to be apologetic for your mistakes and accepting of apologies for theirs, and above all else, remember… high school does end, and life gets a lot better! The Doc told me that this morning when I was gettin’ ready for work. He said, ‘Kit-Kat, it’s gonna get real dramatic at work. Remember all this, and tell your friends too.’ People make mistakes, Marshy. They make bigg’uns. You have to look past them. Remember who you are. That’s not from dad, that’s from the internet.”

Conversations with Kit were a lot like getting whiplash sometimes. The subject changed so fast that Marshall couldn’t even teasingly educate her on the other things people do in the bedroom involving butts. He blinked slowly in response to the sudden shift in tone. “Yeah… everyone makes mistakes, I know. And remember who you are isn’t just from the internet, it’s from the Lion King, dude. That’s like the best of the vintage Disney movies! If you haven’t seen it, I’m scheduling us a movie night at my place, your attendance is required.”

1x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Bee
Raw
Avatar of Bee

Bee cheer up baby

Member Seen 27 days ago





A Collaboration Between: @Bee and @Silver Carrot
Time: Friday, After School, before the Captain Cuddles event
Featuring: Camille and Panda




It had been a few days since that encounter between Camille and her best friend, Panda. There was a lot to process for the poor girl, like the implications of getting to the next stage with her. A lot was at stake with the possibility of elevating. She knew that if things didn’t go well, she could’ve lost one of the most important people in her life due to a stupid relationship. As strong as their bond was, very few survived the crash and burning of a breakup. It was a common factor in the past relationships Camille had been in.

However, despite all that, Camille wasn’t entire opposed to the idea of dating Panda either. There was nobody who knew her better. Hell, she even knew her secret, and the two may or may not have done a couple of raunchy things together a few nights ago. Needless to say, despite the implications, Panda appeared to be a very suitable candidate for Camille. She was perfect for being the subject of her affection and love.

But the only problem was… were they willing to risk their entire relationship? They had been through a lot together, and she was sure that Panda also didn’t want to throw everything away. That was why Camille was where she was. She was in a park sitting on a bench waiting for Panda to arrive. They needed to talk about this and sort it out. They needed to reach an agreement. Camille hoped that it would work out for the best.

She spotted Panda walking towards her, in a black coat, black skirt, black stockings and black boots, and there was nothing remotely emo about her makeup today. For once, she looked like a normal albeit dark-dressed teenage girl. It made her dyed pink hair look even more striking than usual. It was clear she was here in serious business mode. She waved, and smiled, before sitting down besides Camille.

”I got your message, You said you wanted to talk. I guessed the topic. And I can see meeting you face to face that you’re worried, and conflicted. What’s on your mind?”

Camille took a glance at the radiant as ever Panda as she sat down. God… she was so cute, and black was one of the best colors to go on her. How did she manage to become so close with a girl as beautiful as she was? ’”Hey Panda… you remember that talk we had the other day? The one where I sort of didn’t give you an answer?” Her heart was rightfully pounding out of her chest. It was now uncharted territory for her at this point and she didn’t know what this situation would contain in front of it.

”I asked because I had some time to think about it…”

”So have I, but I’ll let you go first,” replied Panda. ”But first I want you to know that whatever you say, I’m one hundred percent okay with it, and if you don’t want it to, nothing has to change between us. Besides, well, y’know, everything that having slept together has already changed. Sorry. I’m not making it better. Carry on. I’ll shut up now.”

Camille’s face turned into one with concern scrawled all across it, ”It’s not that… it’s just that there's so much at stake. If we decide to do this and it doesn't work out… I could lose you forever. I could lose all of what we have in the blink on an eye. I don't want to do that.

”Hey,” Panda reassured softly, putting her hand on Camille’s shoulder. ”If we decide to do this and it doesn’t work, we call it off. We go back to being friends. There are lots of cases in this school that prove that’s possible. I can’t think of anything that could possibly happen that would make me lose my friendship with you. I can’t see myself ever falling out with you.”

”I don’t know, Panda. I really don't know. I'm just so scared. That's what they all say… I know you're my best friend and all but I'm just so scared of losing you and everything we ever had.” She ran her hands over her face, sighing. ”I'm not saying I don't recognize what you say… it's just that I'm still scared.”

”To tell you the truth, so am I. It’s a big decision that could affect the rest of both our lives. But as long as it’s just fear, it can be conquered. Don’t give it credence. Don’t treat it like reason. It’s not. It’s paranoia.”

Camille looked at Panda straight in the eyes, before gently grabbing her hands and caressing them. ”Are you sure we wanna do this?” A small smile formed on the girl’s face. Panda was doing a great job at dispelling Camille’s woes and she was more than happy with that.

Panda turned to face Camille, returned the grip on her friend’s hands, and smiled. ”I mulled that question over for hours yesterday but I’ve had my final answer ready for over a day now. Yes. I’m sure.”

”You double sure?”

”Triple sure,” Panda chuckled in response.

”Quadruple sure?”

Panda didn’t answer that by continuing to escalate, or even with words at all. In stead, she smiled softly, looked Camille straight in the eyes, and learned forward a little, confirming how sure she was more than words could.

Camille wanted to pop the question, but she couldn't find the words that would do it justice and not have it be so cheesy or lame or cliche. ”Your eyes are so beautiful…”

”So are yours,” Panda answered, before staying there, fixed in that position for a few seconds. She eventually broke the silence by asking ”Are you going to kiss me?”

”Only if you'll be my girlfriend…” Wow. Just like that, eh?

This elicited a grin from Panda, who nodded. ”Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend. That’s my official stamp of approval in the ‘we are a thing now’ box.”

”...really? Are you sure?” Camille teased, before caressing Panda’s beautiful face and pulling her in for a kiss. Panda returned the kiss. She wasn’t making out with Camille. This was not the time for anything deep, energetic or passionate. She kept it light, and slow, and her eyes were closed. After a few seconds, she broke the kiss.

”So,” she spoke soon after, ”I’m not too sure what happens next. Um...wanna go get something to eat?”

”Actually… yeah. I’m hungry. Pizza?”

New Ship Unlocked!: Camda

3x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by smarty0114
Raw
coGM
Avatar of smarty0114

smarty0114 Human

Member Seen 3 mos ago

Jamie & AJ
Collab with @Lovely Complex
Flashback: Thursday, end of school day.




Jamie’s fight with Marshall had left him with a bad taste in his mouth for the rest of the day. Marsh’s words had stung, and the way they’d left things had Jamie pretty unsure as to where they stood. The last thing Jamie wanted was to see AJ Tyler. Of course, the universe saw fit to throw that exact person at him as he was leaving school.

His head dropped down, looking at his phone, Jamie walked straight into the Gearhead, resulting in a startled noise from the journalist, and a muttered apology, until he saw the familiar brunette locks of his ex boyfriend, and panicked.

“Uh-I...Hi.” he said, after considerable difficulty. Whenever AJ was around, Jamie seemed to get awkward. Those butterflies hadn’t ever gone away, not really. They were just a different breed now.

The Gearhead himself had a lot going on in his headspace, having not expressed his stress and turmoil to his best friend, because his best friend was going through his own shit. Shit that involved a girl. That same girl who was related to none other than the boy that just crashed into him. Jamie-fucking-Callaghan.

Usually, AJ would either be a asshole or a prick or both, solely because he was still into Jamie. A boy who was clever as the devil and twice as hot. That new article of his, where he teared HOT a new one, was cruel and full of hearsay, but you know what? AJ loved it. It was juice and full of spite, which was hot. The only downside was it brought Owen more down than he already was, and that would only make the Lyon more angry. Owen was already angry. Make him even more...what?

Rest in peace, Jamie. Eh, but that wasn’t AJ’s problem, even if he cared about the kid. Jamie chose to break things off, which meant the Gearhead wasn’t obligated to protect him. The backlash Jamie would receive from Owen was a personal problem and as far as AJ was concerned, they — Jamie and him — were not personal.

Who knows, though? Maybe the halls would get chaotic enough to where he could skip school to spend hours on end in his garage with his cars. With the school newspaper tucked in his back pant’s pocket, so that he could cut out Jamie’s article… for something, AJ was actually ready to compliment his ex on the success of his story, but instead immediately caught the signs of bad feels.

Ah, fuck.

His Jamie senses were tingling.

AJ leaned in, pulling up his sunglasses. His eyes stared intently into Jamie’s for a moment too long, before he genuinely and softly asked, “Rough day?” There was a pause, his unwavering gaze watching Jamie like a hawk, before he leaned back up and gestured his head towards the parked sports car, right by the front entrance, “If you got a few, we can talk.” That was the considerate, kind, and willing-to-listen side of AJ coming out. The side only those close to him knew about. If Jamie asked, AJ would even offer to take him home. Regardless of how awkward things were with them, AJ was still a good friend.

One thing Jamie would know was the reason why AJ’s car was brought close to the front door, sitting in the drop off area. It was because he liked showing off his hot wheels while kids left the building. As the Gearhead that got all the Gearheads together, it was in his job description to peacock.

Jamie sighed at AJ’s question. Of course he could tell that Jamie was in a mood. Jamie often forgot that just because you broke up with someone, that didn’t mean they stopped caring. AJ knew him better than just about anyone. Hell, he probably knew some things even Katie didn’t know. Hell, he definitely knew things that Katie didn’t.

Looking out at AJ’s car, one of his many pride and joys, Jamie was reminded of late night drives and a number of thrilling, against the hood make-out sessions. He couldn’t help but grin a bit. Things with AJ had been simpler. He was his first love, his first everything. He hadn’t been hurt yet. It was easier in a lot of ways. Maybe it was this nostalgia, or maybe it was something else, but for some reason, Jamie agreed to talk.

The interior of AJ’s car was warmer than the outside, but not by much. Breathing warmth into his chilled hands, Jamie shook his head and began to chuckle. After a moment, the chuckle became a sigh, and he rested his head back against the seat. “I’m guessing you read the worst article ever written?” Jamie asked. What had been his favorite piece from his time as the school’s resident gossip columnist had slowly but surely become his biggest regret.

“Are you looking for validation?” Answering a question, with a question. Classic. Before AJ had taken his seat behind the wheel, he slipped the newspaper in the backseat, where it couldn’t get crumpled.The silence lingered afterwards, as the speed racer switched the heat on, instinctively, to warm his ex up. “Everyone loves gossip until it involves them. You just happen to be the one that spreads it. Fast.” Taking off his sunglasses, he slipped it in his overhead glasses holder. “Do I hate that?”

Intentionally, he leaned back in his reclined chair, turning his head towards Jamie, pausing, always with those unnerving pauses, “Fuck no.” His lips slyly curved into a grin, “You’re a damn snake, and to get what you need done, you play the game, like everyone else has played it. You hurt people.” AJ’s words weren’t necessarily trying to cheer him up or bring him down. He simply was speaking in a matter-of-fact way. “But that doesn’t make you special, because well, we’ve all hurt someone.” The gearhead’s gaze softened, and in silence, his eyes conveyed his own regret for hurting Jamie. “Your writing is phenomanal. You don’t need me to tell you that and if someone has a problem with your story? They can kiss your ass. Own it. You did it. Be unapologetically you.” Because at the end of the day, all they had were themselves.

Jamie sighed. He was remembering what had drawn him to AJ in the first place. That complete disregard for what everybody else thought, it was hot, especially for someone like Jamie, who often cared way too much about what other people thought. Or at least he had. AJ had taught him some stuff, whether he admitted it or not. “I hurt people. Huh. Did I...did I hurt you, AJ? Like, I mean, when we broke up, did I hurt you?” Jamie was wallowing, and when he wallowed, he was a bit of a masochist.

Jamie knew the answer to it already. “Not as much as I hurt you.” AJ lied through his teeth. Arrogantly prideful. Although his actions spoke louder than his words, like the kiss in the hallway, in front of Marshall, AJ would never admit how badly he was affected by the break up. He would never say he spent nights crying in his mom’s arms and asking what was wrong with him? No.There were somethings better left unsaid. “But why would you care? It’s over. No use in thinking of a time that didn’t last.” Unfortunately, AJ was shielding his heart and so his nonchalance gave off the vibe that maybe, just maybe, he was finally getting over Jamie. Sighing to himself, he ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if he should take this conversation somewhere he knew would cheer his ex up. Words were useless. And yet, he waited to hear more.

“I…” Jamie paused, his words stuck in his throat. Here they were again, that same impassable canyon that AJ always seemed to lead him too. On one side, him and some mirage of AJ, and on the other, every other part that AJ wouldn’t let him see. Somewhere at the bottom of that abyss was bits and pieces of Jamie, who’d tried in vain to reach the AJ on the other side. “I don’t want to hurt anymore people. At least, not like I hurt you. Marshall...he read that article. And it upset him. And I feel bad. Because...y’know,” Jamie explained, unable to tell the boy he once loved, the boy he very well might still love, that he was moving on.

“You love him, I get it.” If AJ hadn’t been so preoccupied with his erratic emotions dealing with Bailee, getting her so emo to the point that she almost got alcohol poisoning, he would’ve dealt with this situation differently. Extremely differently. He would’ve made Jamie worse. The boy was already sinking in his own self pity and usually, AJ would’ve pulled him down deeper. But not today.

Adjusting himself, to where his body was turned to Jamie, AJ shook his head in reluctant agreement, demandingly saying, “Stop.” AJ brought his finger to Jamie’s forehead and flicked it, “You’ve already wrote the article, you can’t take it back. But if you want to change, then do it. Stop thinking about it. Just do it. You hurt Marshall? Fix it. You don’t like hurting people? Stop writing gossip, write things to lift people up, not bring them down. You want to be happy? Stop being so hard on yourself and just be.” Why was he helping Jamie again? He wasn’t getting anything out of this besides false hope.

Jamie blinked, and looked at AJ for a moment, before nodding, quietly mulling over AJ’s words. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but, you’re right. You, are absolutely right.” Jamie paused for a moment, struggling to find the words, to articulate the complicated mess of feelings he had at the moment. “I don’t love him. Marshall, I mean. I like him a lot, but I don’t know if I love him yet. It’s complicated, and I care about him very, very much, but there’s only one boy I’ve loved. At least, so far.”

“Well, there’s only one boy I’ve loved too.” There were so many things he wanted to do right now. So many things. Like pull that strand of hair out of Jamie’s face. Or grab his hand and kiss it. Or trace his fingers on that leg of his...

To resist pulling a typical AJ surprise kiss was incredibly hard, but he was trying to change for the better. Trying to not be this constant puppy that wants Jamie and would go out of his way for him. No matter what, AJ Tyler was no one’s bitch.“But hey, thanks for the memories, right? There was a smug grin on AJ’s face and the nostalgic feeling of the past crept into the car, as they stared into each other’s eyes.

AJ knew it was time.

Time to change where they stood.

“This boy can only hope he treats his girl right.” Okay. He did it. He confirmed a rumor spreading through the halls this very day. “That’s all we can do! Learn from our mistakes and try to make it work with someone else. If I want to keep a girl like her at my side… I have to be better.” Sting. Intentionally, he refrained from saying the girl’s name, not just yet. Bailee Helmsley was AJ’s weapon, regardless if she was aware of it or not.

That was a shock. A girl? Like, a girlfriend? It wasn’t necessarily that Jamie was jealous or anything. It was just that he had gotten used to the idea of AJ always wanting him. And now, he didn’t. That was the shock. “Thank you, for listening, but I should go.” Jamie collected his bag and stepped out of the car, pausing for a moment to say, “Bye, AJ.” He shut the door behind him with a loud thud, and walked over to his car, even more confused than before.

“Bye.” AJ whispered, and for once, he didn't say Jamie's name. After revving up his engine, AJ pat himself on the back. “You did good." It was rough, but he survived temptation.

What was Bailee doing anyways? He glanced at his phone, wondering if she had texted him.

Before Jamie knew it, the yellow sports car, car number five in AJ's large collection, sped off and disappeared in seconds.
2x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Hey Im Jordan
Raw
coGM
Avatar of Hey Im Jordan

Hey Im Jordan Surpass Your Limits!

Member Seen 18 days ago





A @smarty0114 & @Hey Im Jordan collab
Featuring: Scott Lyon & Katie Callaghan
Location: Mulholland Drive




Scott had given AJ the explanation that he’d received a DM back from Katie, and had left in short order after that. He let Haylee and Brad know that he’d be back, and he’d jumped in his car. Was he excited? Sure, a little, but more than anything? He was nervous. She wanted to talk to him, but did she want the same things? What did he even want?

Her.

It really was that simple; he’d had trouble admitting it to himself, but ignoring her had made him realize it. Why fight it at this point? His dad was right to a certain extent. Scott had been pouting and moping since he’d told Katie they should never talk again. Now, though she wanted to talk to him. It was a good sign? He didn’t know for sure, but he was about to find out.

Or like, soon anyway. He parked in front of Katie’s house, and pulled out his phone to text her.

To: Katie
here


And now, he waited.

It was now or never. Katie stood in the entrance hall of the Callaghan’s mansion, nervously chewing her lip, looking out through the windows at Scott’s car. Taking a deep breath, she opened the front door and hurried over, her boots clacking against the pavement. She opened the passenger side door, and got inside, smiling nervously over at Scott. “Hi.”

Okay, now was the hard part? What did he say? “Hi.” Okay, good start. He should have mapped the conversation in his head, then maybe he’d stand a chance. He reached out to push the button to turn the car back on, then pause, “Do you want go somewhere, or should we just drive around, or…?”

“Why don’t we go up to Mulholland Drive?” Katie suggested. She knew a spot up there that looked over the city, and tonight it would probably be pretty quiet. Most of the BHHS kids were at Captain Cuddles. Plus, the drive would give her some time to get her head together. She’d had this conversation so perfectly planned, like lines in a script, but now that she was here, her brain was fried.

“Sure.” Scott said without much complaint, before hitting the button to start the car and begin driving that way. Almost as soon as they pulled away from the Callaghan home, they were locked in an awkward silence, and Scott wasn’t about to let that be their future. “Thank you. For agreeing.” He glanced at her with the slightest hint of an appreciative smile, though when he spoke, his voice was almost unsure of what he was saying, “Katie, I don't think we should ignore each other.”

Katie looked over at him, and smiled, ever so slightly. Her stomach was tying itself in knots, she didn’t know how to feel. Was he wearing cologne? Why the fuck did he have to wear cologne? Why the fuck did he have to go and get her head all jacked up on pheromones, so much so that she could hardly even talk? “I...agree. I think we should do the opposite of ignore each other,” Katie said awkwardly. This was not their language. They spoke in shouts, in insults, in barbs and quips. They didn’t say nice things, or profess their love. They weren’t open with each other.

“I really fucked up. And I didn’t realize that I fucked up until like a day after I said we shouldn’t talk. It was like a whole part of my life was just poof! gone. Then I thought about it some more, and I realized that… really, you’re like, the only person who knows me best? It sounds weird, because I have my best friend, yes, but it’s… I guess different? with you. Y’know what I mean?” Okay, there. It went alright, right? This was harder than he thought, so he basically just word vomited on her. He’d never really talked to Katie before — just the one time on the boat, and that had fucked him up. If this messed him up as badly? Then it was done. So far? So good.

Katie sat there for a moment in stunned silence for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She turned to face him, her heart beating so fast she could hear the blood pumping. “I know exactly what you mean.” She sat still for a moment as Scott turned onto Mulholland and began heading up the hill, before speaking again. “We’re drawn to each other, for better or worse, and I don’t know what to do about that.”

“This is a good first step.” Scott said, staring out the windshield as he continued to drive up the twisting, winding road, driving with one hand on the wheel and one hand on the stick shift. “Maybe we can… play nice? Try to, anyway. It’s nice when we do. It turns out that I actually like talking to you? I like you. I thought I hated you, but I was just doing what dumb kids do, and fighting with the girl I’m crushing on.”

He said, he was crushing on her, and it made her stomach fill with a million butterflies. She hated that, how he made her swoon. It was insufferable, it was everything she never wanted to be. She was supposed to be kicking ass and making boys fall in love with her, and now she was swooning? What was the world coming to? “I-I guess that’s the best way to do things,” she said. “I’ll be honest, I have no clue what I’m doing though. I mean, this...this is so not...me?”

“It’s not really me either. I’m being honest with you, which is good. I haven’t even been honest with myself lately, but I’m gonna try. And if I’m being honest… what I want…” Scott again kept his eyes trained to the road in front of him, though his hand crept off of stick shift and toward Katie, finding its way to one of her hands and slowly interlacing their fingers, “...is you.”

A jolt of electricity ran up her arm. Her brain flooded with dopamine at Scott’s touch, thrilling her to the core. She chewed on her lip, but couldn’t resist the smile that broke out on her face. “Okay. I’m, very okay with that,” she said, as Scott pulled the car over to the side of the hill, where a wide clearing sat, overlooking the city of LA.

Scott put the car into neutral and pressed the brake down, then let out a huge sigh of relief. “Good.” With that, there was only one thing left to do.

Scott turned his body to properly face Katie, and leaned over the dashboard, pressing his lips against hers in a kiss that should have happened months ago.
2x Like Like
↑ Top
3 Guests viewing this page
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet