AlteredTundra

Meadow University

_{An @Altered Tundra & @NeoAJ Collaboration}

Joanna Penelope Hart had never been the type to initiate anything. For her entire life, she had always been the follower, the bottom to a top, and the sub in any situation you could think of. Whether it was taking a back seat to her three-minutes-older-than-her twin brother, Brad or obeying family law by being forced to move to London because of her sweet sixteen and what happened. She followed the leader for most of her life.

She even sometimes took a back seat to Lottie. She never cared because she realized that some people were meant to lead the charge in life and others were meant to follow the charging bulls of the world. Some were meant to have a fire lit while some existed to hold the candle to the open flame. But when Joey took some initiative and popped the E and drank until she felt her own fire being lit up, she knew this was right.

And what she knew to be right was kissing Jade.

When their lips touched, a magnetic explosion coursed through her body. For the first time in a while, she felt…alive. Maybe part of the reason was how hurt she felt that Lottie left her. And she knew it was wacky that she felt hurt by that. It wasn’t like they were together. They weren’t together. So there was no reason for her to feel like she betrayed anyone. No, there wasn’t any reason. Not only did she want to kiss Jade but she wanted to do it again, maybe even take it further than that.

“No, we’re not! She’s with Kiki. So, I’m not..”Joey turned around and saw up on the second floor where she saw someone at the window. For a moment, she thought she was seeing things but nope! She saw Kiki and a minute later she saw Lottie pull him away. Huffing, Joey pulled Jade into another kiss, though this time she began walking back. Slowly turning Jade around, Joey led her against a tree next to the table. She pulled away for a moment just to get some breathing room. “She’s up there with Kieran. And we’re not together.” So this could happen

Joey wanted to say to her but she stood there, just looking at how speechless her friend was. Joey was drunk, probably well on her way to being high and she was so, so, so confused. She felt like she was betraying Lotts but she was hurting so badly. “Jade, I don’t know what I want to do.”

That made two of them.

Jade wanted to be on the prowl. She wanted to be the same kind of person off the field that she was on the field. She wanted to be in control and taking charge of a situation and making the shot and burying the goal and getting the glory that she had yet to taste on a global stage.

She didn’t know she wanted this.

This was completely off the left flank. Joey was being so forceful. Jade didn’t know that the Hart girl had it in her. Seeing her around the sorority house, hanging around her roommate Lottie, following her tennis-playing best friend wherever she went. There was no way something this romantic should have happened like this.

And yet, here she was. The big girl on campus was pinned against a tree by a neon pixie. Jade was enjoying the hell out of it.

But it seemed like Joey was just as conflicted as Jade was. When Joey said that she and Lottie weren’t together, that her roommate was off with Kieran O’Connor… sorry, Kiki. Jade was never going to let him live that nickname down now that she was fully aware of it. Anyway, it did make sense that Lottie would choose to go after one of the stars of the Hawks’ hockey team. Note to self: ask Lottie if Kieran carries a big stick off the ice as well.

What did that mean for Joey, though? Here she was; lips quivering, the bourbon and the headbutt probably having done a number on her already, possibly having just realized that she was no longer in a relationship. Jade may literally have been the first person she ran into. Was it right to take advantage of such a situation? On the field, if an opponent made a mistake, Jade was more than happy to pounce on it for an easy opportunity to score. This was real life. The chance for error ranged far wider than just a missed shot on goal. She had to be responsible here.

Jade finally let her hand fall from the back of Joey’s neck and rest on the New York girl’s shoulder. “Joey… I’m not going to lie and say that this wouldn’t check something off a list for me that’s been there for a little bit, but you have to look at me for a second. Take a minute and take a breath with me, OK? I know you’ve already had more booze than me. I know you took a vicious hit to the head. I know you just saw your roommate with some half-naked dumbass jock. I just want you to take this minute, and make sure that you’re doing what you want, OK? Because if I’m truly what you want in that way, I’m more than happy to be that right now. But if you’re doing this because of all those other things, I don’t want you to hurt yourself like that.

Because I don’t want to be something you regret. I don’t think I can live with that. So Joey, I’m happy to stay here with you and we can do whatever you want. But you have to be sure that it’s what you, not the booze, not the concussion, not the hurt, it’s gotta be what you want. You get what I’m saying?”

As she brought herself to follow Jade’s advice, Joey took in a breath, which caused her to wince from the pain emanating from her forehead but she did it and a few more times, at that! With every inhale came a brief exhale and soon she was slightly less agitated than she had been and then she tried to process everything Jade had said.

If she was honest with herself right now, she was annoyed. She wasn’t annoyed at Jade (well not majorly so). No, her irritation was one-hundred percent directed at Lottie and KiKi. It was directed at how they were allowed to have fun and Joey, even though Jade did say she was fine with it if she was doing it for the right reasons (she wasn’t). But she didn’t know. Even now, as the usually bubbly girl sourily stared at the pair of enticing chocolate kisses and full lips she wanted to kiss again. She had enough of a buzz to know that maybe she shouldn’t but she wasn’t at the point to where Jade should feel guilty. Still, maybe that wasn’t the question she should be asking herself or Jade for that matter.

“I don’t know, maybe you’re right,” the girl spoke, biting her lip. “I don’t even know why I’m mad at them. Lottie and Kieran, I mean. There’s no exclusive anything, so it’s not like I have a reason to be buttmad at them, right?” She asked Jade, hoping for some outside perspective and maybe for someone to help her make sense of it all.

Jade slowly guided Joey to the ground, leaning her back against the tree that was not two minutes earlier was supporting Jade’s back for an entirely different kind of connection. She kept her arm wrapped around her shoulder though. She read enough teammates in the locker room to know that no matter what, Joey needed to feel that someone was looking out for her at this moment in time. “Well,” she started. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but until you told me you and Lottie weren’t together, I definitely thought you were together. I mean, you two are pretty much inseparable at the sorority. But even if you’re not, and my best friend ditched me to go hump some dumbass pucks-for-brains Canuck, I’d be pretty ticked about that. Course, y’all ditched me back at the house and I came here by myself, so who the hell knows anything?

“Anyway, the point I’m trying to make here is that you have a right to your feelings, Joey. You have a right to be really ticked off about how Lottie treated you tonight. Now, maybe she’s the type of girl who will make it up to you later, or tomorrow, or some time. But for now, your feelings are perfectly valid, and you have a right to be royally ticked.”

Jade wasn’t sure where she was going with this. A part of her brain still wanted her to add “And if fucking me under this tree will help you work out being ticked, then I’m happy to help.” But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t get that much vodka into her yet. Besides, Evil Jade was just a rumor.

“Oh my God!” She chirped, frowning almost instantly, appearing about as distraught as anyone could. “I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to intentionally leave you behind!” Joey looked like a puppy dog who just got yelled at for the first time by their master. “I mean, there was a lot going on before the party and I swear it wasn’t intentional!” She spoke, knowing full well exactly what made her and Lotts forget Jade, which only made Joey feel worse about it. “I just..this whole day was a mess and that’s even before what’s happening now.” She held her head, feeling the headache was getting worse by the minute.“I need to sit down.” Not waiting for the chance to park it on one of the couches inside the cabin, Joey slid down and sat on the cold ground, her legs feeling the full brunt of the coolness she leaned against the rough bark of the tree where she had pressed Jade against a few moments ago.

She felt like the entire room was spinning, or maybe she was. It was so hard for her to deal with what was happening. She didn’t understand why seeing Lottie with him bothered her so much, nor did she understand why she felt like she was betraying her best friend by kissing Jade. The image of Lottie being mad at her made her want to die and that’s exactly where her mind went as soon as she pictured the conversation that they might have. She assumed the worst and it was starting to show as Joey curled her legs close to her chest and locked her arms over her knees, and started to lightly sob, whimpering somewhat.

Apparently Evil Jade was more than just a rumor. There was no need for the Colorado native to inject that petty barb in what was supposed to be a speech to make Joey feel better. Maybe she was in the vodka more than she thought. “Hey, hey, hey, Joey. Joey! Joey! Girl! It’s OK! I’m not really that mad! I’m kidding! Girl, come here!”

Jade didn’t have a lot of experience dealing with mental breakdowns, but she had seen enough comforting going on when looking over at opposing benches. She wrapped her arms around Joey and pulled her close. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry like that! I would never mean that! Fuck… It’s OK! It’s going to be OK! I mean, I can talk to Lottie and try and smooth things out? Or… I don’t know! Just please stop crying, Joey! I’m sorry…”

When Jade had mentioned she’d talk to Lottie, as if wanting the complete opposite, Joey clung to her for dear life, looking at her with a desperation in her eyes, glitter meshed with rainbow mascara and she slowly shook her head. “No don’t be!” She wiped her tears away and with it, an ungodly display of pixie dust transferring from her face to hands. “I’m okay! I swear! You don’t have to talk to her!” Joey masked an obvious cry for help under a smile that she had perfected. It was her go to when she wanted to prevent certain things from happening. Jade talking to Lottie was one of them.

“OK, OK, I won’t do that,” Jade affirmed. Whatever she needed to do to help Joey snap out of this state. “Joey, look. I can’t pretend to know what exactly the levels are between you and Lottie. Truth is, I don’t really have any experience with anyone that much. But, it’s obvious that this is hurting you in some way. And if I’m not going to talk to Lottie about it, then maybe you need to. You two need to figure out exactly what you have, because if you’re not together, and you’re not open, then seeing that maple-chugging beaver jockey with Lottie shouldn’t bother you to this point. I mean, you’re a freaking amazing girl! You come up with such great fashion designs those poutine-eating mountie huggers would have their minds blown. That Canucklepuck can’t compete with you!” She gave Joey an affectionate shake. “Now tell me that you got this, like the New York girl I know you are!”

Joey was a mess right now, but Jade got her to smile and giggle; not only did she manage that, but everything she said was correct. It wasn’t like Joey didn’t agree with her. But on some level, maybe she couldn’t bring herself to do that just yet - at least, not in the way Jade wanted her to. “I don’t know--” She caught Jade’s glance and perked up. “I mean, I got this!” She proclaimed with half the conviction she would have if she truly believed what she said.

Jade beamed, not sure if she totally got through to Joey but thrilled with the result either way. “That’s my girl!” She triumphantly leaned forward and planted another kiss on Joey’s lips.

I probably shouldn’t have done that. That definitely wasn’t smart. After all that talking. Why did I do that? Fuck! Brush it off Jade. Brush it off!

She quickly retreated from Joey’s face and looked at her. “I’m sorry, Joey! I got excited! That’s how we celebrate on the pitch!”

As she sat there, her eyes gazing upon Jade’s weary expression and still in shock -- well, not shock but more like she was caught off-guard. The more she thought about it, this must’ve been what Jade felt when Joey kissed her. Unprepared for the sudden union of lips and the pure electricity causing the heart to pump faster, because that’s what Joey felt as soon as their lips touched.

“I didn’t mind,” Joey smirked at Jade, somewhat fidgeting her fingers together. “You’re a great kisser, Jade Scott!” She giggled, nudging her shoulder. “I could use a dip in the lake. Need to rinse off all of this glitter and rundown makeup.” Joey stood up, brushing the dirt off her neon bodysuit. “Wanna join me?”

Crisis averted.

At least the initial one anyway. Still, Jade did manage to get Joey’s mind off her problems for the moment and if kissing Joey in a fit of excitement and potential passion was the way to do that, then who was she to judge? Things were great now! Joey was OK. Lottie could be dealt with once she was done sucking maple sap from that timbit-scarfing lumberjack. For now, some physical activity sounded like a great idea.

“You know, I didn’t bother wearing a swimsuit, but I don’t think that’s going to matter,” Jade answered. “Let’s get wet, Joey!”

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(FC: Thomas Doherty; Dialogue: #4682B4/Steel Blue)

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"If you can match my tempo, then our performance shall be a symphony."

Nicholas Salvador Grey
_{↳ Nick, though he honestly prefers to be called Nicholas.}

18|| June 5th

Cismale, He/Him Pronouns.

Pansexual

Swan

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There’s something to be said about the way Nicholas presents himself. Like his clothes, which are ironed and never wrinkled, so is his demanor. When he speaks, he does so with eloquence and tact; when he approaches someone -- especially a person who may have caught his interest -- he is focused but also playful in how he speaks/acts towards them. It’s not really that he sees it as a game to play or that the other person is a target for his amusement. If anything, he likes to challenge himself. But, of course, the thrill of the chase, regardless what it results in, is always a plus.

First impressions are with him can go either way. Due to his usually pretentious and arrogant attitude, Nicholas can be polarizing. Because he has a flair for theatrics and enjoys a good game of intellectual showdown, he does have the potential to be friendly. Hell, depending on how willing he is to give someone the benefit of the doubt, he might not dart away the moment he becomes really bored. And when he does, this only happens when a conversation is so utterly dull and he picks up on the lack of depth within a person. When this does happen, Nicholas won’t care how rude it is. He will leave mid-conversation and find something or someone else to cure his boredom and he doesn’t care how it makes him appear.

The bottom line with Nicholas is he’s a young man with superior tastes and a love for self-made entertainment. You won’t catch him in any confrontations and he likes his personal space. He marches to the beat of his own drum and sometimes others can keep up. If they can’t, then that’s on them. He won’t waste time picking up the slack of those who aren’t worth his time. But to those who meet his high expectations, Nicholas shows an extended interest in them and that’s where the real fun begins.

✸ For reasons he can’t explain, Nicholas is the type of person to instinctually smirk and laugh in any given situation.

_{Usually accompanied by shaking his head. He does it sometimes without realizing it and with no reason behind it. It’s his defense mechanism for when he hears something absurd and no words would suffice as a response. It is also done when he flirts, is irate, down, bewildered-- basically any emotion he might be experiencing at any time and a physical response is required, he does this.}

✸ Be it in the dance studio or the theater auditorium, he likes the tranquil solitude they provide rather than the crowded places around campus such as the football field and common areas.

_{Side Note: He also frequents the courtyard, especially at night. He likes when the moonlight hits it and adds an extra layer of beauty to the lights that dangle above.}

✸ He is a diehard romantic underneath the part of him that can’t help play the self-game of finding the ideal mate. As such, he indulges in romantic behavior even if it does come across as borderline playerish.
✸ Nicholas finds that painting on any surface- be it a building or a white, blank canvas - to be the best release of stress.
✸ Has a fondness for floral shapes, patterns, and colors and wears nothing but shirts representing this love.
✸ Nicholas constantly and consistently teases Billie about being 9 minutes older than her (much to her vexation)
✸ Binging Grey’s Anatomy has become a tradition for the twins. Whether it is because he actually likes it or he enjoys watching something with his and Billie’s surname in it remains to be revealed.

”That face appeared in my dreams again. The round face of someone so simple but there’s a beauty to it. It’s sharp like a mandolin but has a kindness in her eyes that won’t let you cut yourself. Her face, that which is porcelain and enhanced by two eyes reminiscent of milk chocolate kisses. It’s her face that I see in my dreams. Who is she and why do I feel like she is the one person in the world who gets me and why is it I feel as though I need to...compare others to her and base them off of her and meet the expectations she has set for me?"

✔ Blondes. "What can I say? I'm a simple man with exquisite tastes and there is nothing more pure or enjoyable than gazing upon the golden mane as they lay on top of you - or under me depending on the circumstances."
✔ Yoga. "It relaxes me. In a world full of pain and strife, the focus required to get it just right is something of an art. And I consider myself a bit of an art connoisseur."
✔ Performing. "I can't explain it but I feel the arts in my blood."
✔ Vanilla Coke. "Everybody has to have a vice. Mine just happens to be liquid candy."
✘ PDA. God help those who try and force this on him.”No offense to anyone but this isn’t my style. I like my privacy and I refuse to subject myself to any form of public affection.”
✘ Anything that isn't name brand. “We’re not going to be gucci if it isn’t Gucci.”
✘ Overly-crowded places (he’s fine with small to medium crowds). “It’s called personal space. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”
✘ Pepsi. “It’s the natural enemy of Coke. Need I say more?”

”Anyone who says men don’t fear is either too blind by their own pride or ignorant of their limits. No man, no matter how great or powerful, goes through life without fear. And that’s what I am wary about. I am ...uncertain that I do not know my own limits. I am aware of what I like and don’t like but I feel these games I play -- and especially the games that toy with the hearts of those who I find intriguing -- will be my undoing. So, you want to know what I’m afraid of? Karma. I am afraid that my actions may have unintended consequences and that terrifies me beyond anyone can estimate.”

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When you examine and dissect exactly how Nicholas and Billie Jean got to where they are, from the life they had lived, and not having any memory of it, even if they don't remember and can't possibly ask themselves that question, you can. Just what happened that set it in stone? What was it that made the powers that be to seek out these two and want to grab them off the street before anyone saw them? Surely their disappearance was noticed? Maybe...

But first, let's ask what life they lived. Their life that they were taken from was fairly normal (all things considered). They had two parents — Kavi Antonio Salvador, an actor known for Broadway and his leading role on the Daytime Soap Opera, With or Without Love; and his wife, Ariel Grey-Salvador, a music producer who works for Fallen Angel Records, a subsidiary of The HartCorp Entertainment Group. Both loved each other and their family, though both had insanely busy job. Thankfully, however, they (Billie and Nicholas) had an older sister who passed them by at least three years. She often had to assume the role of both parents: the father to be strict when the twins caused trouble (and trust us, they were a pair who were often up to no good) and the mother when they needed a guiding hand with a softer touch. It was difficult for Fiona, but the impression left on Nicholas was a large one. He really looked up to her and idolized his older sister to the point where she was the example of what an ideal mate should be: strong, gentle, and absolutely captivating.

Nicholas grew up in the shadow of both his parents and his sister had experienced the same feeling, too. But in his case, he was less likely to display it in such a verbal way. As much as he loves his twin -- and that's saying a lot because she has proven time and time again how annoying she can be -- Nicholas always approached situations and problems with a bit of tact. He was never one to get into fights or verbally assault someone like Billie often did. In a lot of ways, Nicholas was most like his Aunt Nikki. She was kind and full of elegance. But no matter how passive he was during a confrontation, Nicholas had always proven himself to have her back. If Billie ever needed him for something, he was there in a heartbeat. He would drop everything to be there for her. Whether it was for moral support when she was going to beat down some unlucky person who was talking mad shit about her or for a night of adventure, he was there.

As much as he knew she appreciated this about him, it was also what led to the circumstances they currently find themselves in.

One summer night, not long after their Junior year, which also coincided with the twins' birthday, they celebrated their birthday by doing what they always did: spent the night around town and making their favorite spots pop with a fresh dose of color. Where Billie chose landscapes as her focus on this night, Nicholas did what he did best: he painted a happy tree. His plants were legendary. He liked to do pine trees, since they were his favorite scent. Even when he closed his eyes, he could still imagine the fresh smell of a pine tree on Christmas morning. It was his favorite memory.

At 3:01 am exactly, while they were finishing up their rounds, instead of the sight of their masterpiece, the twins only saw darkness. They disappeared into the night as the revving sounds from an engine of a black van drove down a lonely Manhattan street, leaving the neighborhood a lot less bright as the Salvador-Twins never were to be seen again.

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1001 Fonts || Black Bass Font
Animal Style from In-N-Out (Fries and burger both)

Nicholas Relations

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Tyler Jane Morrissey

The nature of Nicholas' relationship with TJ is something of a tale. On the surface, it's easy to see why he would be interested in her: the way her rosey lips arch and show her pearly whites in the purest way when she laughs, the way she can make any day -- even one ridden with melancholy -- seem not so bad, and, of course, her hair. Nicholas can be honest with himself and say that, for reasons unknown to him, he always had a particular lean towards blondes, but the way Tyler Jane makes him feel, in addition to her being a fascinating person, he could maybe consider forgetting about that. Does he have romantic feelings for her? That's to be determined. Only thing he knows for certain is she's very pleasant to be around, which is rare when you factor in just how many lust-o-holics are at [enter name of the academy here] Academy. Attraction: ▅▅▅▅▅ Approval: ▅▅▅▅▅ Disapproval: ▅▅▅▅▅

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Savannah Payton

The worst thing about Nicholas being who he is would be that his eyes often wander into places they shouldn't. There is no doubt in his mind about what he feels for Tyler JAne is the real deal. The problem he faces on a consistent basis is, in fact, that for so long he has operated under the impression that if he's not in a relationship, there's no harm in giving other people some attention. Not that he would ever do anything with Savannah, but maybe, if he could get away with it, they could have some fun. Or if not, then thinking about some of the exciting things they could do is more than enough. "Plus, I'm sure she likes looking at me too." Attraction: ▅▅▅▅▅ Approval: ▅▅▅▅▅ Disapproval: ▅▅▅▅▅

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Billie Jean Grey

The only person who truly knows Nicholas is the very person that gives him headache upon headache on a regular basis. Billie Jean is a wonderful sister and Nicholas would die for his twin, but even he can recognize she is a handful. If he was being 100% transparent, he might say he is the only one who can ever know the lengths she'll go for him. This is largely due to the fact that it matches his loyalty to her. And for all of her faults and everything that might drive everyone bonkers -- "it drives me up a wall sometimes too" -- Nicholas has a love for Billie Jean that is, quite literally, the kind of sibling love that only twins can have. "I will drop everything for her and I know that is a two-way street we travel." Attraction: Gross Approval: ▅▅▅▅▅ Disapproval: ▅▅▅▅▅

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Leo Brooks

How does one really sum up Nicholas and Leo? "That's a good question." Maybe the best way to explain what their friendship is like is to compare how certain food combos don't always read like they work when you look up a recipe, but if you just let it come together and taste it for yourself, you might come to find it's actually not bad. Like a piece of cheese dipped in peanut butter, though it sounds absolutely atrocious, Leo and Nicholas has the sort of friendship that started out as an ill-conceived, often antagonistic enemyship that soon blossomed into a co-dependency. Both appreciate beauty and both appreciate each other's characteristics. Unlike a certain tiger they both know, Nicholas feels no animosity towards Leo Brooks. He might become irksome from time to time, but that's nothing a little reverse psychology can't fix. Attraction: ▅▅▅▅▅ Approval: ▅▅▅▅▅ Disapproval: ▅▅▅▅▅

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Soleil Jameson

At the core of their friendship, Sol and Nicholas have a big sister/little brother relationship. Due to Nicholas being the way he is, Sol often takes on the aggressive sibling role. She'll berate him when he gets out of hand or when he and Griff clash past the point of her tolerance level, she'll probably punch him a few times, but at the end of the day, Nicholas understands it comes from a place of love. She is like a sister to him. While they aren't as close as he is with Billie, Sol is another one Nicholas will go to bat for. Of course, given the way she hits him, there might not be a need for that. "Still, you have my sword. And my bow. And my ax. And goodness, I really hate last night's binge of Lord of the Rings right about now." Attraction: ▅▅▅▅▅ Approval: ▅▅▅▅▅ Disapproval: ▅▅▅▅▅

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Griffin Pierce

Calling Griff and Nicholas friends might be a bit of a stretch but it's also sort of accurate. Their relationship can go 0-100 in a matter of moments. Their egos get the better of them and that could lead to some high-octane, verbal shouting matches in which Nicholas is at his worst. But there have also been times where not only do they get along, they compliment each other's vibes in such a way that one might think they're best friends. Nicholas is conceited and Griffin doesn't take his shit like most would. That's something of a magical combo that hasn't been seen in quite a while. "As much as we are at each other's throats, deep down, I know he knows I'll whip his ass at b-ball any day." Attraction: ▅▅▅▅▅ Approval: ▅▅▅▅▅ Disapproval: ▅▅▅▅▅

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Cassiopeia Lucasta

Nicholas met Cassie about a week before classes started. He always found her to be a bit on the bizarre side. She didn't speak like normal people did and she sure as hell didn't strike him as someone he would enjoy the company of. Of course, she's attractive and might even had a shot at him if she wasn't two things. First off, if she wasn't so ambiguous in how she defined their friendship and didn't seem oblivious to his advances; and secondly, if she wasn't Billie's best friend. Nicholas is a lot of things and he even will own up to most of them, but he doesn't date his sister's best friend or any of her close friends. If they seem to be a seven in closeness or higher, he'll look the other way. Or if Billie hates them, it's all fair game, which is saying a lot cause Billie hates a lot of people. "I guess what I'm trying to say is Cassie is unique and I feel like I should protect her from people like me. Yeah, I'm looking at you, Leo." Attraction: ▅▅▅▅▅ Approval: ▅▅▅▅▅ Disapproval: Nonexistant

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Project Untamed

Watch and be amazed

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(FC: Thomas Doherty; Dialogue: #4682B4/Steel Blue)

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"If you can match my tempo, then our performance shall be a symphony."

Nicholas Salvador Grey
_{↳ Nick, though he honestly prefers to be called Nicholas.}

18|| June 5th

Cismale, He/Him Pronouns.

Pansexual

Swan

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There’s something to be said about the way Nicholas presents himself. Like his clothes, which are ironed and never wrinkled, so is his demanor. When he speaks, he does so with eloquence and tact; when he approaches someone -- especially a person who may have caught his interest -- he is focused but also playful in how he speaks/acts towards them. It’s not really that he sees it as a game to play or that the other person is a target for his amusement. If anything, he likes to challenge himself. But, of course, the thrill of the chase, regardless what it results in, is always a plus.

First impressions are with him can go either way. Due to his usually pretentious and arrogant attitude, Nicholas can be polarizing. Because he has a flair for theatrics and enjoys a good game of intellectual showdown, he does have the potential to be friendly. Hell, depending on how willing he is to give someone the benefit of the doubt, he might not dart away the moment he becomes really bored. And when he does, this only happens when a conversation is so utterly dull and he picks up on the lack of depth within a person. When this does happen, Nicholas won’t care how rude it is. He will leave mid-conversation and find something or someone else to cure his boredom and he doesn’t care how it makes him appear.

The bottom line with Nicholas is he’s a young man with superior tastes and a love for self-made entertainment. You won’t catch him in any confrontations and he likes his personal space. He marches to the beat of his own drum and sometimes others can keep up. If they can’t, then that’s on them. He won’t waste time picking up the slack of those who aren’t worth his time. But to those who meet his high expectations, Nicholas shows an extended interest in them and that’s where the real fun begins.

✸ For reasons he can’t explain, Nicholas is the type of person to instinctually smirk and laugh in any given situation.

_{Usually accompanied by shaking his head. He does it sometimes without realizing it and with no reason behind it. It’s his defense mechanism for when he hears something absurd and no words would suffice as a response. It is also done when he flirts, is irate, down, bewildered-- basically any emotion he might be experiencing at any time and a physical response is required, he does this.}

✸ Be it in the dance studio or the theater auditorium, he likes the tranquil solitude they provide rather than the crowded places around campus such as the football field and common areas.

_{Side Note: He also frequents the courtyard, especially at night. He likes when the moonlight hits it and adds an extra layer of beauty to the lights that dangle above.}

✸ He is a diehard romantic underneath the part of him that can’t help play the self-game of finding the ideal mate. As such, he indulges in romantic behavior even if it does come across as borderline playerish.
✸ Nicholas finds that painting on any surface- be it a building or a white, blank canvas - to be the best release of stress.
✸ Has a fondness for floral shapes, patterns, and colors and wears nothing but shirts representing this love.
✸ Nicholas constantly and consistently teases Billie about being 9 minutes older than her (much to her vexation)
✸ Binging Grey’s Anatomy has become a tradition for the twins. Whether it is because he actually likes it or he enjoys watching something with his and Billie’s surname in it remains to be revealed.

”That face appeared in my dreams again. The round face of someone so simple but there’s a beauty to it. It’s sharp like a mandolin but has a kindness in her eyes that won’t let you cut yourself. Her face, that which is porcelain and enhanced by two eyes reminiscent of milk chocolate kisses. It’s her face that I see in my dreams. Who is she and why do I feel like she is the one person in the world who gets me and why is it I feel as though I need to...compare others to her and base them off of her and meet the expectations she has set for me?"

✔ Blondes. "What can I say? I'm a simple man with exquisite tastes and there is nothing more pure or enjoyable than gazing upon the golden mane as they lay on top of you - or under me depending on the circumstances."
✔ Yoga. "It relaxes me. In a world full of pain and strife, the focus required to get it just right is something of an art. And I consider myself a bit of an art connoisseur."
✔ Performing. "I can't explain it but I feel the arts in my blood."
✔ Vanilla Coke. "Everybody has to have a vice. Mine just happens to be liquid candy."
✘ PDA. God help those who try and force this on him.”No offense to anyone but this isn’t my style. I like my privacy and I refuse to subject myself to any form of public affection.”
✘ Anything that isn't name brand. “We’re not going to be gucci if it isn’t Gucci.”
✘ Overly-crowded places (he’s fine with small to medium crowds). “It’s called personal space. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”
✘ Pepsi. “It’s the natural enemy of Coke. Need I say more?”

”Anyone who says men don’t fear is either too blind by their own pride or ignorant of their limits. No man, no matter how great or powerful, goes through life without fear. And that’s what I am wary about. I am ...uncertain that I do not know my own limits. I am aware of what I like and don’t like but I feel these games I play -- and especially the games that toy with the hearts of those who I find intriguing -- will be my undoing. So, you want to know what I’m afraid of? Karma. I am afraid that my actions may have unintended consequences and that terrifies me beyond anyone can estimate.”

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When you examine and dissect exactly how Nicholas and Billie Jean got to where they are, from the life they had lived, and not having any memory of it, even if they don't remember and can't possibly ask themselves that question, you can. Just what happened that set it in stone? What was it that made the powers that be to seek out these two and want to grab them off the street before anyone saw them? Surely their disappearance was noticed? Maybe...

But first, let's ask what life they lived. Their life that they were taken from was fairly normal (all things considered). They had two parents — Kavi Antonio Salvador, an actor known for Broadway and his leading role on the Daytime Soap Opera, With or Without Love; and his wife, Ariel Grey-Salvador, a music producer who works for Fallen Angel Records, a subsidiary of The HartCorp Entertainment Group. Both loved each other and their family, though both had insanely busy job. Thankfully, however, they (Billie and Nicholas) had an older sister who passed them by at least three years. She often had to assume the role of both parents: the father to be strict when the twins caused trouble (and trust us, they were a pair who were often up to no good) and the mother when they needed a guiding hand with a softer touch. It was difficult for Fiona, but the impression left on Nicholas was a large one. He really looked up to her and idolized his older sister to the point where she was the example of what an ideal mate should be: strong, gentle, and absolutely captivating.

Nicholas grew up in the shadow of both his parents and his sister had experienced the same feeling, too. But in his case, he was less likely to display it in such a verbal way. As much as he loves his twin -- and that's saying a lot because she has proven time and time again how annoying she can be -- Nicholas always approached situations and problems with a bit of tact. He was never one to get into fights or verbally assault someone like Billie often did. In a lot of ways, Nicholas was most like his Aunt Nikki. She was kind and full of elegance. But no matter how passive he was during a confrontation, Nicholas had always proven himself to have her back. If Billie ever needed him for something, he was there in a heartbeat. He would drop everything to be there for her. Whether it was for moral support when she was going to beat down some unlucky person who was talking mad shit about her or for a night of adventure, he was there.

As much as he knew she appreciated this about him, it was also what led to the circumstances they currently find themselves in.

One summer night, not long after their Junior year, which also coincided with the twins' birthday, they celebrated their birthday by doing what they always did: spent the night around town and making their favorite spots pop with a fresh dose of color. Where Billie chose landscapes as her focus on this night, Nicholas did what he did best: he painted a happy tree. His plants were legendary. He liked to do pine trees, since they were his favorite scent. Even when he closed his eyes, he could still imagine the fresh smell of a pine tree on Christmas morning. It was his favorite memory.

At 3:01 am exactly, while they were finishing up their rounds, instead of the sight of their masterpiece, the twins only saw darkness. They disappeared into the night as the revving sounds from an engine of a black van drove down a lonely Manhattan street, leaving the neighborhood a lot less bright as the Salvador-Twins never were to be seen again.

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1001 Fonts || Black Bass Font
Animal Style from In-N-Out (Fries and burger both)

Like Creator, Like Character.

Hello friends,

Seeing as many of us are stuck in quarantine, or wish to distract ourselves, I thought I would add a thread on roleplay discussion. This one is about confessions. Which character(s) have you made that, if you step back, are the most like yourself in reality, and why? Granted, I'm no fan of the eponymous or what might be called "Author Avatars" which are essentially self insert characters. This thread is not for those.

Roleplaying is generally about creating people whom you are not, so you may experience things you don't have the time, money, or energy to do in the normal world (or you're just a coward). And in doing so, we tend to make many different characters for many different situations. But if you were to step back and look at the characters you've created, which do you think you can see the most of yourself in? List the character(s) and give your reasoning!

After thinking on it, is it a character you didn't expect? Is it perhaps one of your darker characters? Does it make you think on what that means for yourself?

@POOHEAD189

There's a method to the madness that is my character creation process. Sometimes, I will take bits and pieces of myself and apply them to stereotypes/tropes that I find interesting. Maybe I have someone who fits the bill of a wild child but want to connect to them more, so I'll add a splash of my personality to spice them up.

But there was one case where I self-inserted myself into the character. And his name is Brent Walsh. I drew from my insecurities growing up, the torment of being overweight and how that made me a target for harassment. I drew upon my personality and how there were certain people I refused to give a second chance. I drew upon how I would have lived my life differently and how I would probably be in a better place mentally had I done certain things.

This is the one character of mine that is the closest version of myself in one singular character I've made. The others, though there were traces of Brent in them (at least in spirit), have never been so condensed of myself like Brent is.

Now that I think back on him, he wasn't a failure of a character. I just...whenever criticisms or debates came up with him being at or near the center of it, I took a lot of it personally. Even if I didn't intend for this to happen, I felt, in a way, triggered by certain topics and I reacted to them horribly.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Day 💘Saturday, February 16th, 2019
Location & Time 💘Crown Heights Country Club ♥ 7:00 PM to 11:00 PM
Dress Code 💘 Semi-Formal. Dresses for ladies, dress pants and shirts for guys (no jeans or sneakers)}

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The week that went by was, in a word, hectic. It didn’t matter who you were, whether you were one of the students who had to arrange a date with a friend (or even a stranger and had to take certain steps to prepare), or a member of the dance committee who worked closely with the faculty (particularly Mrs. Sanders) to set up the decorations- it was long. The volunteers had made sure there were enough refreshments in stock, that the romantic glow within the ballroom was perfect, that the equipment had been properly set up... Hours spent crafting the wallpaper, ordering a real glow ball to hang in the center of the room with lights within it, and all doing so without losing one’s mind. The fact any of them were able to do this and with time to spare was amazing.

And it was just that. The platform that would be used to host the 2019 King’s Academy Valentine’s Day Dance was transformed into something remarkable. The air of romance had consumed a usually-dull and lifeless ballroom. Where it had the plain Jane of lights, they were replaced with pink and red and purple Christmas lights that sparkled and added a dose of cutesy warmth to the room.

Whether it was at the entrance or spread throughout, these lights provided all the illumination anyone required. Refreshment tables that had a plentiful amount of options to go around (obviously no alcohol) were spread throughout as well and pushed against the walls with delicately positioned, heart-shaped balloons, tied with string, and roses in water-filled vases rested on these tables.

This dance not only was a tradition among those who attend King’s Academy but it’s something of a tradition in general for the Country Club. Every year, as close as they could, Crown Heights makes the attempt to celebrate love in all of its special forms. It is a unique experience for the elite suburbia of Palm Beach and only those who live here can know the extent of just what it means to be a royal and to be allowed the benefit of knowing it first hand.

At seven exact, the doors would open, and soon celebrations of friendship would begin.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

As she tried to mute out the wild chatter of the cafeteria by focusing her attention on what was on the blinding screen of her phone, she knew after multiple attempts it was proving to be a difficult task.

Between hearing the most obnoxious comments practically being shouted into her ear from a table full of Sophomores about five or so feet away and the constant text messages she’s been getting from so many people, she was starting to lose it. Everyone from her cousins on her mother’s side, as well as her fathers and friends from all over, were constantly checking up on her. They knew about her problems with Chrissie. Of course, she knew gossip traveled like herpes, especially when it had to deal with the favorite ray of sunshine of the family, but she didn’t anticipate so many people would reach out. And it wasn’t like Stella didn’t appreciate it. Past the part of her that wanted to die from everything going on, she was touched by their concern. But enough was enough. She said she was fine so everyone in her life needed to stop checking up on her. She was fine.

As she set her phone down screen-first on the table, she stared longingly at all of the students. For the first time in what felt like weeks, Stella was actually jealous of the non-seniors. They weren’t suffering through this ordeal of being forced to take someone who wasn’t their boyfriend/girlfriend or someone who they’d like to eventually be that person for them. They weren't forced to take a friend. She didn’t have any problem with that, but the option being stripped of her before she was afforded the chance to decide is what she imagined got to a lot of people and it was what brought her down (in addition to everything else, of course).

She sighed, suddenly feeling the vibration from her phone through her arm that was resting on the table. “Again!?” Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her phone and saw she received a text message from her brother. Again.

Yo Kiddo! What’s up?
Chris, for the last time, I’m okay! U dont have 2 keep checking up on me! Other Chrissie is annoying but i can deal.

She rolled her eyes and placed her phone on silent. If she had to hear another person ask how she was and if Chrissie living with them was a mistake, she was going to explode at the next person who dared to talk to her.

“Hey, Stella: do you have a minute?”

Boiling up inside, Stella’s neck swiftly turned and she saw Santiago standing over her and she sighed. “pour l'amour de Dieu {for God’s sake}” She found it difficult to contain her displeasure with Santiago’s presence but in the end she sighed. “Sure. I guess I do since nobody is--yes, I do have a minute.” She gestured to him to sit down seeing as how there was no logical reason she could think up at the moment that would excuse her from having to talk to him.

What Are You Listening To?

Project Untamed

@Filthy Mudblood Oh shit you're back! :O

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{An @Altered Tundra & @spooner Collaboration
featuring Sonny Drake & Julie MacMillan}
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After spending close to half the lunch break with Marisol and getting his full of nutritious cafeteria food that was no way contaminated and was up to par with what should be fed to growing boys and girls, Sonny left in search of the unofficial Queen of Kings.

Sonny asked around and the quest that he had hoped would only last a few minutes (at least until he reached Julie) brought him all the way to where he knew a certain southerner liked to hang out. Not far from the boys locker room, that was where he spotted who he needed to see. Surrounded by his “minions” and legs crossed as if it wasn’t obvious which way he laned, Sonny approached the ever flamboyant and unapologetically gay head-editor, Riley Jenkins.

Sonny didn’t hate Riley but there was always something about him that rubbed him the wrong way. No, it wasn’t because he was gay. Sonny was pansexual for crying out loud. He was part of the LBGTQA+ community, but Riley was one of those people who, even to the more accepting members of the community, came off a little strong. He made Archer straighter than Max. So no, it wasn’t that Riley was gay that bothered Sonny. It was what usually came every time Sonny needed something from him.

As he reluctantly approached Riley’s table, he was greeted with disapproving sighs from those who surrounded his royal gayness. Riley was similar in tone and everything but the way he presented himself. Where his posture was slouched and casual, Riley was on the opposite end of things. He had perfect posture and always looked like he was going to be Joan Rivers’ replacement on Fashion Police.

“Mmm, well look who it is!” Riley’s southern draw masked the bitchiness Sonny knew him to have in spades. “It’s Marisol’s little dog. What’s wrong, little puppy? She send you to fetch her purse?”

As his lackeys chuckled with the same superior complex their queen had, Sonny swallowed all of the pride, the only time he would swallow mind you, and stared directly at Riley, skipping the baiting words of the others. “Riley, can we skip the part where you bitch at me and just tell me where Julie is? Please!” Sonny was desperate because he was actually being nice to, of all people, Riley.

“And why should I tell you where the Queen is? Talking to you would be a waste of time.” The boy stated rather bluntly, his tone getting quite mean as he stared Sonny down.

With a sigh, Sonny started to walk away. “You know what? Forget it. I’ll find her myself.”

“Jesus Christ, Sonny Boy! I didn’t know you were going to quit so easily.” Riley stepped down from his “thorne” and immediately, Sonny felt better about himself due to how close in height they were. Riley smiled at him. “You know we only tease cause we like you, right?” He shot Sonny a wink and pinched the teen’s firm bicep. “Walk with me!” Without saying much, Sonny gave in and allowed Riley to speak his piece. “So, why do you need to speak with Julie?” He asked.

“Can’t I just want to hang with a friend of mine without getting the second degree?”

Riley rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I suppose not.” He and Sonny stopped in front of the Library. “If I tell you where my idol is, you have to do something for me in return.”

Of course! There was always a catch when it came to the devil that wears nothing but Prada. “Fine. What do you want?”

“I want a date.”

“With me?” Sonny asked, raising his eyebrow.

Riley immediately repulsed at the thought. It was such a public display that Sonny laughed and felt the weight being lifted off his shoulder. “As flattered as I am hat you’d offer yourself to me, you're not the one I want to wine and dine me.”

“Okay,” Sonny looked at Riley. “If not me then who?”

“That scrumptious friend of yours. The one who is my motivation and my muse. The one who keeps me company when I’m alone at night. The one--”

Sonny raised his hands. “Please, just stop.” He didn’t need to know the unnecessary details of what gets this gayboy hot and bothered. He knew who Riley was talking about and knew this would be harder than he thought but his sigh came with a nod. “Fine. I’ll set it up.”

“Perfect!” He brought Sonny in for a hug. For someone who appeared dainty, Riley sure had a strength about him. He embraced for a few seconds. As the hug was released, Riley pointed to the door that led inside the library building. “She’s in there. Have fun, Jackie!”

What just happened forced Sonny to reflect on what he just did. He used Archer as a bargaining chip to get the location of where Julie was. Was it worth it? Yeah, probably but holy shit, how was he going to explain this to Archie? He knew how he felt about Riley Jenkins. Sonny knew that, even to Archer, his level of gay was too gay and now Sonny had to somehow convince Archer Diedrikson to give Riley a date. Sonny didn’t know what would be worse: Archer being livid at him or Kavan being just as mad for using his boyfriend as a means to an end.

Sonny shook his head and walked inside the library. As he walked inside, the rush of the AC hit him like a crashing wave. Compared to the timid humidity outside, it was refreshing inside. The air was chilly, which made sense because the books needed to be kept at a specific internal temperature.

As he walked through, Sonny spent a few minutes searching for Julie, he found her sitting far off in the corner of the first floor, sitting by a window. She was gazing out of it as if deep in thought, or so Sonny was assuming. Breathing in, Sonny approached. “Mind if I take a seat?” He said to her, smiling.

A deep sigh escaped the slender redhead before she slowly turned her head still resting it on her hand. “Oh,” a small smile spread across her face when she saw Sonny. “Of course not. Please, be my guest,” she said, pointing to the chair on the other side of the table.

Sonny sat down in the chair across from her and placed his backpack on the table (but away from Julie’s stuff), he relaxed in the chair. He noticed she was reading a book. He tried to read the title, but it was all in French, so that’s where Sonny’s attempt failed. “So, what’cha reading there?” He asked, hoping if anything, she’d tell him what the title said because lord knows Sonny and French don’t mix well.

The girl lifted the book so her friend could see the cover better. “It’s just my French vocab 4 book… nothing of interest” she let out yet another sigh closing the book. “But to what do I owe this honor?” Julie asked, still smiling, clasping her hands in front of her. She and Sonny usually only had lunch together once a week, which is where most of their conversations played out. Otherwise, they were busy doing their own things.

“What? Can’t I want to hang with my second favorite redhead just cause?” He asked, acting defensively. He breathed out a sigh of defeat a moment later. “Okay, that’s a lie. I’m in a dilemma and I don’t know how to fix it. And since you’ve always pointed me in the right direction whenever I had a problem I thought, maybe, you could help me out again?” In typical Sonny fashion, he shot her a half-grin and his eyes sparkled in the way they usually did when he needed to work the charm.

One of her eyebrows raised as he spoke. “Hmm?” Julie mused “Tell me… you know I live for a good dilemma.” the redhead let out a small giggle visibly perking up from her slump.

With a smile, he scooted the chair closer to the table and leaned forward. “Alright, so the whole condition about ‘you can’t take your girlfriend’ to the dance put me in an awkward spot. I was going to do what you suggested last week: I was going to take Mari to her favorite place in Miami and spend the whole day treating her like the queen and all that shit. Then I was going to top the date weekend off by taking her to the dance, but..” Sonny grumbled something not worthy of saying out loud, especially in front of Julie. Friends or not, he didn’t want to soil anything in front of Julie. “So, yeah that’s the pickel I’m in. I have no idea who I’m going to ask and my options are growing slim,” he lamented with a sigh. While he knew who he was going to ask, Sonny couldn’t just say it. Julie wasn’t an ordinary person. Not only was she someone he considered a good friend but there was a certain process one had to take to ask her out for anything, let alone Valentine’s Day.

Julie couldn’t help but snort and laugh at the sentiment that Sonny had just displayed for her. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh” she composed herself holding up a hand. “It’s just that I didn’t really think your dilemma was connected to this stupid dance,” she said leaning back in her seat. “I didn’t take you for someone who cared about these types of things.” leaning forward again she rested her chin in both of her hands “Well… what are your options?” she tapped the side of her face with a slender finger. “You could take Stella… you guys are pretty close, no?” the redhead was wracking her mind to see if she could pick someone that would fit Sonny better than Marisol.

Sonny groaned, laughing quite nervously and he shook his head. “Yes, I know we are, but Marisol would have a cow!” He laughed still.

While he knew Marisol would much prefer him to go with Stella than anyone else, such as people like Ariana or whoever, but there was also the fact that Mari didn’t like Stella. He always found that weird. Stella didn’t do anything to Mari (that he knew of). She was one of his oldest friends, but all Sonny knew for certain was every time he mentioned Stella’s name, there was an obvious grimace on his girlfriend’s face and he knew for reasons he might never know that she wanted nothing to do with Stella.

“So, yeah Stella is a no go...unfortunately.” Sonny was disappointed because Stel was the only other person he considered before, you know, Mari got the idea to set Julie and Ry up.

Julie pouted disappointedly, she hated when one of her good plans fell through. “Well…” she continued to muse “Why don’t we just go together then?” she said rather matter of factly “I mean we’re friends right? And Marisol knows I would never do anything with you - no offense.” she winked at him cheekily. “What do you think?”

Her suggestion, though not surprising since he was going to ask her himself (but was leading into it), still caught Sonny off-guard. The way she brought it up and just how Julie, in such Julie fashion, phrased it brought out an unintended chuckle from the boy’s lips, causing him to cough as though he was choking. “I-I mean, yeah that’s a great idea!” He spoke amidst his spell of wheezing. He took a few moments to get it out of his system. “Truth be told, I was thinking of skipping the dance. It just didn’t feel right going without Marisol but now?” He laughed again, smiling at the redhead. “I can’t explain it but I’m looking forward to getting all dressed up and escorting you to the ball.” He exaggerated his tone, doing his best seated curtsy, though he was unable to maintain a straight face through it.

“Great… It’s decided then!” she clapped her hands together. To think that just a few minutes ago Julie was contemplating skipping the dance altogether because she was so annoyed with the school as a whole. But now that she had a project she was in high spirits. “I hope you are aware that I am dressing you right? I’m sorry Sonny but I don’t think I can trust you with... that,” she said softly eying his messy tie and wrinkly shirt.

He followed her gaze to his shirt and looked back up at her, confused. “What? Is there something wrong with my shirt?” He asked her, glancing back down at his shirt, thinking he might’ve gotten some pizza sauce on it (he didn’t).

“Not with the shirt itself…” Julie commented as she cocked her head to the side letting her long red hair cascade over her shoulder. It was true since it was a good quality 100% cotton shirt that King’s set as a standard for all of the students to wear. “Just the way you present it sweetie” with a sweep of her hand she flicked her hair back over her shoulder, diving down into her bag. She emerged with a small notebook and a pen which she opened and scribbled in before tearing out a page. “Here is my address, why don’t you come over this weekend and we’ll get you fitted for a suit!” she slid the neatly folded up note across the table.

“Your address?” Sonny echoed back, opening the piece of paper torn from her notebook in disbelief.

In the back of his mind, Sonny was thinking that he never thought he’d actually receive, of all people, Julie’s address. And then the realization settled in: get fitted for a suit. And that resulted in Sonny breathing out a slow “shit”. The plan he and Marisol had? Brilliant. Julie and Rye would make a great couple but Sonny didn’t know just how much work he was going to have to put in. At this realization and the implications it presented, it donned on him that Sonny was the Anne Hathaways, the Rachel Leigh Cooks to the fashion guru and overall beauty specialist that was Julie.

Taking in a breath, he fake smiled, which wasn’t a legit fake grin but just a ‘hide the fact you’re gonna have to put in a lot of work for this plan to work’ smile. “Bitchin!” He laughed through the pain. “I guess I’ll see you this weekend. Should I bring anything? Maybe some donuts? Or a batch of bagels?” That was customary right? When visiting royalty in their castle, you bring something.

“Uhm… No!” She said cheerily “We should be fine, just think about what color scheme we should go for… I’m thinking cream and pale yellow. But I’ll fix the rest” Julie chirped and patted Sonny’s hand before beginning to pack up. Before she stood up she turned back to face him “Really though Sonny… Thanks.” she said earnestly standing up. “See you later then! Bye sweetie.” And with that she turned and floated away in between the bookcases of the library.

Sonny stuck around the library for a few minutes, reflecting on what just happened. Going into it, he didn’t know how things were going to pan out. He had no way of knowing if the plan was going to end here and Julie was going to catch onto what scheme he was in the process of hatching. Sonny went into it blind as a bat and did exactly what he told Marisol what he was gonna do. He told her he was going to appeal to the side of Julie that liked him as a friend, which what he said wasn’t a total lie. He didn’t have a date and he was going to ask her anyway, but what Sonny didn’t anticipate was just how much work this was going to be.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text to Marisol. “Phase one is a success.” When he sent that first text, Sonny typed another. “But I’m getting a makeover because apparently my fashion sense is wack.” Rolling his eyes, he sent another. “From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Now, I have to get mentally prepared for what I know is going to be a long weekend.”

Sonny let a few moments pass and sent one final text. “Okay rant over. Love you dumb dumb! I’ll see you 6th period.”

With that last text sent, Sonny just sat in the quiet of the library, head slouched and resting on both of his hands, he decided to look out the window.. It was peaceful today. Sonny understands why Julie likes to gaze out the window. There’s something tranquil and soothing about watching the students from afar.