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In Camp Red Arrow → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Interacting With: CR and Matthew @Hey Im Jordan, Emmy @TootsiePop, and Archer @spooner
Location: Rec Room -> Boys Cabin


As Mike Oxmaul’s voice poured out into the cramped rec room, Oliver Nichols took a moment to reflect on how the fuck he’d gotten placed in a three month long summer camp where the owner showed up via VCR tape. If he had to take a guess about the decision that landed him here, he’d have to go with the one that his sister, Madi, had oh so helpfully titled “Oli’s Freshest Fuck Ups #78: Cannonball!”

It had been two months before school got out, and Oli had taken it upon himself to throw the greatest party of the year while his parents were out of town at some medical conference. Now, after that, the details get fuzzy, seeing as how Oli was drunk off his ass by 11:00 and Madi was downstairs, talking to Logan Parker, but what everyone knows for certain is that promptly at 12:00, Oli came flying out of a second story window yelling “Cannonbaaaaaaaaallllll!” He got lucky and hit the water, but as he fell he flailed, and as he flailed, his arm smacked against the concrete ledge of the pool and fractured his radius.

When his parents came back the next morning to find Oli in a hospital and one of their windows busted out, they’d lost their minds. The two of them had put their foot down. They’d have zero bullshit this summer, and if that meant shipping him off to summer camp, then into the woods he’d go. To be fair, things went Oli’s way for the most part after that point. His parents thought he was going somewhere to learn respect, and character and responsibility, but really he was gonna do the same old shit, with less consequences. If you really thought about it, “Oli’s Freshest Fuck Ups #78” might be more of a win than he’d initially thought.

That had brought him, and Madi, to Camp Red Arrow, watching as a muscular dude who could not give any less fucks turned off the TV that was blasting Mike Oxmaul’s voice throughout the room. Madi was standing off to the side, by one of the other counselors, while Oli had taken a seat by CR and LaLa, the only other people he knew at this place. Not that he was against making friends. In fact, looking around, he could see plenty of people he wanted to get to know. The dude, Josh, started talking, and more or less confirmed what CR had already filled him in on. This place was paradise. His eyes flicked over to Madi, who’d crossed her arms over her chest, while a disapproving scowl crept across her face. God, three months and basically no rules to enforce? What was she going to do with herself?

At Josh’s dismissal, Oli stood up, tired of sitting still after a long drive to camp, and more than ready to explore this place. He watched the other campers mob towards the doors, and he did the same, joining the crowd as they all tried to force their way through the exit and out into the fresh air. His two large duffel bags gave him a buffer between him and the rest of the campers, but not much. People still crowded up against him and it was a relief to step out into the open air.

He had to hand it to Oxmaul. He knew where to build a summer camp, at the very least. Red Arrow Lake was beautiful, and the area surrounding it wasn’t any different. The fresh air, pristine water, and wide open spaces came together to form a little nook in the wilderness where everything seemed picture perfect. The lake was spacious, and the beach seemed to extend for a ways, earning it a spot on Oli’s to do list. He was pretty sure he saw a boathouse down on the lake as well. He’d have to give that a look too.

Oli didn’t hang around taking in the wonder of nature for very long before jogging back to the group and heading into the boys cabin with four other dudes. Inside, the barebones decor and lack of any visible comfort would’ve been distressing, if he hadn’t brought his own blanket and pillow from home. He swung his duffel bags up onto the first top bunk, nearest the door, and pulled himself up onto the mattress. He gave the group of guys a once over. They were a good looking group, for sure, but good looking didn’t always mean chill. After deciding he didn’t care whether they were chill or not, Oli reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a dark blue, velvet pouch. Oli opened the pouch and produced a ziploc bag full of weed, and a long, glass bong. “So, who’s trying to get this summer fucking started?”
In Camp Red Arrow → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In CANCELLED. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Featuring: Becca Helmsley
Location: The Morning Room Studio (Monday Morning)


Today would be a good day. These words ran through Becca’s head on an endless loop as her butler dropped her off in front of the school. As she stepped out of the limo, sporting a black blazer over a tight, red dress, students stopped and stared. In the weeks following Becca’s campaign announcement, two competitors had risen up. She didn’t expect any trouble from Yung Steve, really he couldn’t be that serious about this, but Emmy Lou Waters? She could be trouble. That southern hospitality bit she did was pulling people in, she could tell, so today she needed to be on her A game. She needed to show everyone that she could run this school.

As she strutted down the hall towards the Morning Show headquarters, she took stock of her position. Lawrence had been busy securing the teams votes, but it had paid off. Her wins on the soccer field hadn’t hurt either, and she’d made sure that people saw her chatting with Damian. He may not be the king anymore, but his opinion held weight, that much was obvious. Jamie Callaghan had refused her request for an endorsement in the paper, which wasn’t necessarily the end of the world, if her video could do well. She wasn’t sure when that snake had found some morals, but she wished he could’ve held off a couple weeks.

Inside the Morning Show’s studio she was expecting her brother to meet her, but instead a scrawny underclassman came to greet her at the door. “I can take the video for you Becca,” he said. She sized him up, eyes tracing him up and down, before pulling a CD case from her satchel and handing it to the boy. He scurried off to a room within the studio, filled with blinking lights and screens that showed their three anchors preparing for the show. She crossed her arms and stepped back. Watch it and weep, Emmy Lou.



“Beverly Hills has had a tumultuous year,” Becca’s voice rang out over a black screen before cutting to her on the soccer field, in uniform and flanked on either side by her teammates. “Our high school is the best because of our student body, and our student body can only be as good as who represents us.” The camera followed Becca as she walked off the field, and towards the school. It was plain as day that she had poured money into this. The camerawork was clearly professional.

“That’s why I’m stepping up to run for Student Body President. You all deserve the best, because you are the best, and that’s what I’m determined to offer,” Becca flashed a smile at the camera as it circled her. On screen, viewers watched from behind as Becca pushed open the doors to the cafeteria, and stepped in, greeted by the raucous cheers of well paid extras.

“I want a Beverly Hills High where respect rules the day, not rumors. I want a Beverly Hills High that fosters growth in our student body, not fear and loathing, and I want you to help me get there. This week, when the time comes, vote for Helmsley and Townsend. A Beverly Hills High for everyone!” Becca’s smiling face faded from view, and her voice poured out once more over a black screen.

“This message has been approved by Becca Helmsley.”



The Helmsley heiress couldn’t help but smile as her campaign video came to a close. She could practically hear them shouting her name, praising her. If Emmy Lou wanted to top that, she’d have to reach up that southern ass of hers and pull out some voodoo, because she had it in the bag.

Content now that she’d seen her clip air, she stepped back out into the halls of BHHS and headed for homeroom, heels clicking on the linoleum tile as she took in all of what was practically already hers. They’d love her, more than they’d feared Hailey, more than they’d worshipped Damian, and more than they could ever possibly love Emmy Lou Waters.
In Camp Red Arrow → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In CANCELLED. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @smarty0114 and @Hey Im Jordan collab
Featuring: Scott Lyon & Katie Callaghan
Location: The Mall -> Shake Shack (Saturday Afternoon)


As Katie stomped out of the mall and out into the parking garage, she was smacked in the face by the realization that she didn’t have a car. Scott had dropped her and Joy off, and she hadn’t texted him to come pick her up, so she was effectively stranded for the time being. Just perfect. She sent Scott a short text, her anger still bubbling over, and took a seat on a bench outside the entrance.

For a few minutes, Katie simply sat with her rage, turning over her and Joy’s conversation repeatedly in her head. She wanted to punch something, hard, but considering her current surroundings, she settled for crossing her arms and scowling at the space in front of her. She looked over as a car passed by and ground her teeth together when she saw it wasn’t Scott’s. Where the fuck was he? She looked down at her watch and saw that only five minutes had passed since taking her place on the bench. LA traffic wouldn’t make Scott’s trip quicker. She was gonna have to stew here for a while. The idea annoyed her for a moment, before she decided it was probably for the best. She needed to cool down, or else she was certain she’d bite Scott’s head off the moment she got in the car.

Scott had a few different cars, but he’d had to take one of the cars that had more than two seats in it when he’d dropped Joy and Katie off, so when he’d been told that he didn’t have to pick Joy up, Scott hadn’t thought about it twice: he’d just jumped in one of his sports cars, and then… he had to hurry up and wait. Every second of stop and go traffic, he knew that Katie was probably just getting angrier. Scott didn’t know for sure that Katie was angry, but he was able to confidently assume.

After all, he’d been dealing with her being angry for longer than anyone except maybe Jamie.

When he finally got to pull up to where Katie was waiting, Scott prepared himself for the worst. The shortness of her texts had let him know that she was most likely already kind of angry, and his lateness was only going to make it worse — he’d have to get her some food to make up for this. Food would fix it, right? Probably not.

Scott finally stopped at the curb and rolled the window down to look at Katie. “Hey, sorry that took so long. Traffic is shitty in downtown LA.”

Katie silently stood and walked over to Scott’s car. She opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat, pulling the door shut with a slam behind her. “If I don’t get Shake Shack immediately, I’m going to fucking kill someone.” Her voice was a low grumble, and her eyes never even glanced towards Scott. She was still going over what Joy had said, finding new pieces to get pissed off at. “Do you hate my brother?” Katie posed the question out of the blue, after a moment of silence, this time turning to face Scott.

That was a hard hitting question. On the one hand, he could handle getting her Shake Shack. That was simple enough, it was just like, a food run. The other question, though? That was hard hitting! That was tough to answer; there was obviously a wrong answer, saying that he hated Jamie would end in a fight… Not that Scott did! It’s just, the truth wasn’t much better. “Well… No, I don’t hate Jamie. It’s just that, uh,” Scott decided that, fuck it, the truth was for the best. “I don’t really care about Jamie?”

“Right answer,” Katie said, staring out the window as they entered Downtown LA. “I don’t even care if you’re lying, you know, at least you had the good fucking sense not to tell me! But really, I mean, AJ’s your best friend, and Owen’s your family. You have good reason to hate Jamie, but you don’t! People need people you know, we can’t just give up on them cause they fuck up! You tell them it was fucked and then you help them fix it! That’s not complacency that’s just called being a good fucking person!” It wasn’t that Katie was being intentionally vague, it was just that when her mind was working like this, she had a tendency to forget the rest of the world, and the fact that they weren’t clued in to her thoughts.

Okay, she was yelling again. Well, on the bright side, at least Katie was pretty hot when she yelled… Everything had a bright side, right? Scott turned the car on an exit, heading toward the restaurant that Katie wanted. As she yelled, Scott kind of nodded, but did his best to stay safe. He didn’t want to start fighting with her, like, already. “What happened? Did Joy say something fucked up?” There was no other way around it, he had to just face check it. Once he figured out what happened, he could get to calming her down, as best he could.

“She did say something fucked up! She said that my brother’s fucked for writing that article, which I want to say, I did not dispute. I just said that I would stand by him and that I don’t really see why everyone cares about it now! I mean, no one said anything when he was writing about Becca and Damian hooking up, so why the fuck does she suddenly care! And then she said that me supporting him is just encouraging him! Like what the fuck! That’s fucked right?” Katie’s hands were flying as she told her story. Talking about it seemed to just fire her up more, and as she became more and more animated.

Scott didn’t really read the paper — he was a little surprised that they still had one, really? It seemed like a relic of the past… — but he felt like what Katie was saying made sense! “You’re right. It is kinda weird.” Scott could sense that something big had happened, and it was something that he had a lot of experience with. She’d had a fight with her best friend… Scott had been down that road more than once; he and AJ weren’t perfect, that much was for sure, and that wound up with them screaming at each other every once in a while. “Is this the first time you and Joy have fought?” He decided to just stick with being honest, but without waiting for an answer, Scott added. “Fighting with your best friend can be like… painful, sometimes. Trust me, I know. Especially over something like this.”

“I mean we’ve disagreed before, but not like this,” Katie said. Having Scott on her side strengthened her convictions, and her tone softened slightly. She wasn’t yelling anymore, and it seemed that the world might be safe from the wrath of Katie Callaghan. “I just don’t understand why she cares. I mean, what, Damian makes out with her and suddenly she’s the Queen of the Broken and the Damned?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Damian and Joy, I mean. It’s kind of weird with Damian sort of… not being in the forefront anymore? Who knew that dropping from the football team would lead to him being so… distant, huh?” Scott was maybe getting a little off track, but he didn’t think that was a bad thing! Calming Katie down was what was important now, and he felt like a little off track might be the right way to do that. “Are you gonna talk to her about it? I mean, you guys aren’t just gonna not be best buds, right?”

Katie sighed. That was a question right there. She didn’t not want to be friends with Joy, she knew that even with the rage that was currently driving her forward. She knew this would pass, but at the same time, she wasn’t going to just apologize for doing nothing. “I mean, I didn’t do anything right? Like, I’m not the one who needs to apologize. Okay, I did yell, but to be fair, my indoor voice is pretty much a yell.” Katie chewed on her lip struggling to see the way through this mess. “What would you do?”

“I’ll tell you, but I’m going to be honest — and you’re probably not going to like it.” Scott said, parking the car in front of the restaurant. So this was what being in a relationship was like, huh? He could get used to this. Still, he knew that he was going to let Katie down, or at least not feed her an answer that she wanted to hear. This was part of the job sometimes, though, right? “I’d talk to her, sooner rather than later. And I’d apologize — not for what you did, but for fighting.” Scott was almost lucky that the first time she needed boyfriendly advice it was on something he was intimately familiar with. “You can stick to your guns, while apologizing for yelling. If she’s really your best friend? She’ll apologize for the same thing.”

“I know it sucks, believe me, but sometimes you just have to swallow the pride and be the bigger person, I think this is one of those times.”

Katie chewed her lip some more, before releasing it from between her teeth. “You were right about one thing. I didn’t like it.” Katie opened her door and turned back to Scott. “Let’s get food, I don’t want to think about this anymore,” she said, stepping out onto the sidewalk.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Well, she’d asked, and Scott wasn’t going to start nerfing himself in their conversations just to make her happy. That wasn’t what they had been about before, and he didn’t want that to be what they were about now. “I’ll pay.” He was still the boyfriend, though.

Katie rolled her eyes, but that didn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face. “I’m going to let you pay, but I still want to say that the patriarchal system of forcing a man to pay for a woman is stupid.”

As Scott got out of the car and hit the button to lock it, a smile came on his face too, while he took his spot by Katie, and reached out to grab her hand. As he interlocked their fingers, he looked over at her. “Hey, that’s my girl.”
In Camp Red Arrow → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
First one, done!

In CANCELLED. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Featuring: Noah Nichols & Katie Callaghan
Location: Homeroom, Monday Morning


Katie Callaghan wasn’t that hard to read, at least not to Noah. She was great at pretending around everyone else, but when it was just the two of them, her grumbles and sighs were like a giant neon sign that said “I’m Pissed Off!” She’d been like this since last Monday, walking around under a cloud. At first he’d thought it was about Scott, because it usually always was, but that notion was squashed when he came up to her at lunch and planted a kiss on her cheek. A kiss! That had been weird, and after she’d explained that they were dating now he’d been a little hurt. How could he just be finding out now? He supposed he couldn’t really be mad though. He and JD had been making out inside empty classrooms all week, and he hadn’t told her either.

He pieced together that Katie and Joy weren’t talking sometime around last Thursday. At first he hadn’t really thought much about their lack of interaction, but soon it became apparent that the two were avoiding each other like the plague. That was doubly weird. Katie and Joy never fought, literally never. He’d known them for years and he couldn’t remember the last time they’d had anything more than a slight disagreement. Finally, after days of tiptoeing around Katie’s melancholy, he popped the question.

“Are you mad at me?”

The question nudged Katie out of her listless daydreaming in the middle of homeroom. Her face scrunched into a look of mock confusion, as she shook her head in surprise. “What? No, wh-why would I be mad at you?.” Katie asked, looking over at Noah across their empty table.

Noah shrugged, his eyes falling down to his sketchpad where Katie was sketched in graphite, her teenage angst captured on paper. “I mean, I don’t know, you’ve been in a mood all week and Joy hasn’t been around either which at first I thought might be about Damian and then I thought maybe she was pissed at me and maybe that’s why you’re pissed at me and-”

“Noah. I’m not mad at you.” Katie sighed and rested her head in her hands, before looking back up at her friend. She’d wanted to tell Noah about Joy, but she wasn’t so confident he wouldn’t agree with her. She didn’t want to lose her two best friends to this stupid mess. Her hope had been that this would blow over before anyone even noticed, but Joy hadn’t spoken to her since their fight at the mall last week. Noah clearly knew something was up, and she couldn’t let the kid sit with his anxiety until Joy got over herself and apologized.

“I went shopping with Joy a couple weeks ago, and she asked me what I thought about Jamie’s article, so I told her the truth. It was a fucked thing of him to do, but I would’ve done the same if I were him, and that he’s my brother so I’m going to stand by him. She threw a fit! Apparently I’m the bad guy for supporting my brother! That’s what family is right? You support each other! I know he’d do the same for me.”

Noah nodded in response to Katie’s explanation. Hearing that this wasn’t all about some mistake he’d made took a weight off his shoulders, and now he felt almost dumb for not having picked up on it before. He should’ve known it was about Jamie. Joy was close with Owen, and Katie was obviously Jamie’s sister, and they both had a tendency to go to bat for the people they loved. Katie would sooner fight her brother’s battles than her own. Throw in their strong opinions and innate stubbornness and it seemed shocking that this hadn’t come up sooner.

“It’s kind of stupid, you know.” Katie’s mouth opened to retort, but Noah beat her to the bunch, continuing. “I mean, really, why does it matter? The article’s out, and it’s staying out. It’s not like either of you can take it back. No one else even really cares anymore. It’s all about the election now.” Noah shrugged and looked back down at his drawing.

The weight of Noah’s words hit Katie straight in the chest. She agreed, for the most part. No one did really care about Owen and Trixie, or Jamie or Hailey or any of them right now. All eyes were on the empty throne, and the sham of an election to fill it. However, she wasn’t about to just let someone trash her brother, even if that someone was Joy. She was well aware that he could be a nasty little snake at times, she’d grown up with him for fucks sake. They practically taught each other the tools of the trade. She knew that Jamie was a good person, and she wouldn’t abandon his side for one mistake.

“As far as I’m concerned, once she apologizes, we’re good. If she wants to hate Jamie, she can hate him in silence.”

Noah sighed. He shouldn’t have expected anything less.
In Camp Red Arrow [High Casual] → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
just gonna slide on in here to say im in
In CANCELLED. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Saturday morning...
Collab with @TootsiePop

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They had no time to waste. Joy made sure right before she headed off to sleep Friday night, she texted her best friend for an emergency date. The emergency was she needed help impressing Damian because they were going to stay at Hotel Millenium, the one owned by the Lovelace family, from Saturday evening to Monday morning. She honestly couldn’t believe it, but here she was right when the mall opened, in a dressing room within Urban Outfitters. She had to get outfits, a formal dress, a new bathing suit, and something ‘special’ as Katie put it.

Staring at herself in the mirror, she called out to the blonde bombshell she was lucky enough to call her friend, “Katie, I… this makes me feel like I should go back in time and dance next to Britney Spears in Baby One More Time.” If she showed anymore skin, she’d become somebody’s fetish. Hell, this outfit looked like it should be in a fetish magazine. It didn’t help that today out of all days her hair was in two french braids, thanks to her Mitty, which added to that whole ‘school girl’ vibe. By the time she’d be on her date, she can free her hair and have crazy waves. Kylie said that wild, ‘pullable’ hair would definitely get Damian hooked.

Why would he need to pull her hair?!

Shyly, she stepped out to show the plaid skirt look. Honestly, she’d be lying if she said this didn’t make her feel good. Katie was able to pick the right pieces to suit her form and she kind of felt sexy. Turning to the bigger mirror in the lounge area, stepping onto the platform, she tugged at one of her braids, “...yes or no?”

Katie eyed her friend, scanning her up and down as she took in this bold new outfit choice. She stood up, and made a slow circle around Joy. She stopped, and looked Joy in the eyes, intense as ever. “Joy, I’m being completely honest right now, that is the sexiest fucking skirt I’ve ever seen. Please buy it!” Katie grinned and spun around to look at their reflections in the mirror. “There’s no fucking way, Damian will be able to think about literally anything else! If I had a dick, it’d be painfully hard by now,” Katie said, laughing and slinging an arm around her friend’s shoulder.

“Aw. I’m in lesbians with you too.” Joy teased before spinning around, letting the skirt fly in the air. Yeah, Katie was right. She was fucking hot and there was no way he could resist! “Okay that makes one outfit, I guess I’ll try on the next thing… I wish you tried on things with me! This is so embarrassing.” Joy retreated back into the dressing room and undressed herself. Fortunately, she’s been saving her allowance for a long time because, really, she’s never done much aside from go on adventures with Katie, which rarely were pricey. While she started putting on her next outfit, she asked, “I’m not being dumb, right? Like… I never thought I’d want to lose my virginity… with Damian!”

Surreal.

Was this actually going to happen? Two weeks ago, she and the Elite King barely talked to each other and now? She was getting clothes that basically said: FUCK ME. “I wish I knew what I was getting myself into. Like, does it hurt? Will I cry? Should I quit while I’m ahead?” Sex was a daunting subject to say the least. As much as she was hopeful for her wise friend to know things, Katie probably wouldn’t know how to answer these questions. How could she? For as long as she knew her friend, love and men were the enemy.

Katie chewed on her lip, contemplating whether or not this was the time for the big reveal. So much would change once everyone knew. Right now, it could be just her and Scott, but when they were walking down the halls hand in hand? She didn’t want to be the next Trixie Kingsley, having her breakup broadcasted throughout the school. She also didn’t want to be sneaking around all the time, hiding Scott from her friends. She sighed, and decided there would never be a better time.

“So, like, for me, it wasn’t that bad. I mean, definitely some discomfort, but after a minute or two, it was like, really good. If Damian’s dick is as big as I think it is though, and let’s be honest, that dude has to be packing heat, then you’ll probably want some lube,” Katie said, looking up at Joy’s dressing room door.

A moment of shock washed over Joy’s face. Only half dressed, with her bottom on, not her top, the dressing door flew open. She finished putting her top on, while intensely inquiring and stepping out in the lounge, “Excuse me, what?” Did she hear right? Did she hear that Katie Callaghan had the sexs? When her top was adjusted and fully on, she didn’t bother looking in the mirror. Instead, she kept her wide eyes on her best friend, “YOU had the dick? Scott’s dick no less?!!”

Katie giggled as her cheeks turned red. A few other customers that were in the fitting lounge looked over at the duo, but they kept their thoughts to themselves. Looking up at her friend, she chewed her lip and nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, I know, but like, I don’t know. It just sort of happened the other night. He picked me up, and we went up to Mulholland Drive and watched the stars, and then he told me about how his dad literally kicked him out for not taking me on a date which obviously pissed me off because who the fuck does that! So I made him take me to his house and I chewed his dad out and then, one thing led to another, and well...sex.”

“WHAT THE FUCK, KATIE?!” The customers around them glared, one even going out of their way to hush them. “Sorry, but whatever.” Joy brushed off the other people and focused on what mattered. Her best friend. “So you’re telling me it just happened and I’ve been trying to have sex with Damian since the New Years Party and STILL haven’t?” At this point, she was inches away from her friend. She rested the back of her hand on Katie’s forehead to check if the blonde babe was burning, “Dude, is this really you?” Shooketh. That’s what she was.

Pause.

This turned into her giggling and pulling Katie into an embrace, “This is honestly… weird. Don’t you think? You and me… wanting… romance and everything that comes with it. We’re the type of girls to swear off men. Now you, Miss Fuck-Your-Shit-and-Opinions Drama Goddess is getting pussy licked by Scotty-boy and I’m about to get a big package from the Elite King. How… how does that even happen?” Love and lust were the two subjects she would never completely understand. She was smart but these two matters revolved around emotions and it doesn’t take brains to understand that. Sure, you can be as rational as you choose to be, but at the end of the day, the heart wants what the heart wants. And that’s something you have to convince your mind to trust.

“My guess? God is hell bent on making our lives as absurd as possible,” Katie said, amusement pulling the corners of her mouth into a smirk. Katie didn’t understand her emotions any better than Joy did. In her defense, she was a bit of a whirlwind. All she knew was that fighting with Scott had felt good, but making out with Scott felt even better. The transition was strange, jarring almost, but not altogether unwelcome. “Luckily though, God gave us two of the finest men in Beverly Hills. Which reminds me! We need something, for under that outfit,” Katie said, gesturing to Joy’s schoolgirl get up.

“...oh? Like what?”


Somehow Urban Outfitters led to Victoria Secrets and once again, Joy was in a dressing room while Katie waited for her in the lounge. By this point, Joy had gotten everything but the most important thing, as Katie put it. Now, it was time to get lingerie. Looking at herself, her embarrassed cheeks peeking champagne pink, Joy called out, “I don’t know... aren’t we doing too much? Isn’t this all going to be taken off anyways?” How could she step outside to show her! This was unbelievably revealing and her body was nothing like Ophelia Brycen’s.

Katie rolled her eyes. “Joy, your pussy is a present. This is like the ribbon on top,” Katie said, grinning with pride at her metaphor. Truth be told, she’d been wearing pretty normal underwear when she’d been with Scott, but Joy’s situation was different. Damian was probably preparing himself, doin whatever boys did before sex, so Joy had to reciprocate. If Joy couldn’t do it alone, then Katie was perfectly happy to grant her the wisdom of a girl who’d lost her virginity not even two days ago.

Poking her head out the door, to make sure no one else was in the general vicinity, Joy took a deep breath in, before stepping out and revealing one out of two lingerie garments she would probably buy today. She couldn’t help but look away from her friend and mumble, “I’m a goddamn slut.” This felt all too much, like what if she was trying too hard? What if Damian didn’t like any of this?! What if this was all for nought and somehow they’d get cockblocked again?! Preparing for sex was terribly, and utterly, exhausting. When Katie didn’t respond immediately, Joy rushed to her purse which was beside her friend and took out her rubix cube. To get her mind off the embarrassment, she started turning it. “What if I suck? What if after this he doesn’t love and like me anymore?”

“Joy, calm down,” Katie said, standing up and going over to her scantily clad friend. “If Damian dumps you just because you’re shit in bed, then he’s an asshole, and you’ll be dodging a major bullet. However, you won’t be shit in bed, because it’s easy. You just gotta...go with the flow,” Katie’s hands gestured haphazardly in an attempt to portray the flow. “You are gonna blow his socks off, I promise.” Katie took Joy into a hug and squeezed gently, as if she could somehow expel Joy’s anxiety with some added pressure.

“Yeah, you’re right. I can do this. I have some of the best genes in me. It’ll just come naturally. Like water. Flowin’.” Joy tried to convince herself. This was all getting to her head because who actually plans to have sex like this? She would’ve been fine losing her virginity this whole week when they just so happened to be making out, but here she was shopping for sexy time garments for a weekend getaway at the Lovelace brand hotel. “Okay, okay. Enough about sex! Let’s talk about… school. How do you feel about Jamie’s article? Do you think he did a good thing?” Seeing how Owen was basically a brother to Joy, and Jamie WAS Katie’s brother, this was kind of unfortunate.

Kylie Lyon and Jude Darling were best friends since birth, so it was natural Joy was attached to Owen in a family sense. She couldn’t help but foresee Owen’s reaction and how unpleasant it probably was - thankfully, he had Trixie back. The medicine to his rage. She didn’t want to step on toes, though, especially not Katie’s, even if Joy worried Jamie’s ambition was treading dangerous waters. Pulling out of the embrace, she hugged herself, covering her skin, trying to focus on the new subject at hand, although it wasn’t the safest subject to approach. As best friends, she believed they could talk about anything, no matter how opinionated and biased they both were on the matter. This was honestly the first thing that came to her mind, that wasn’t Damian’s dick related.

A sigh slipped from Katie’s lips as she turned her face away from Joy. The pair of them usually weren’t involved in school politics, but this week had them on opposite sides. She knew very well how Joy felt about Owen Lyon, but Jamie was her brother. She had to stand by him right now, especially since it seemed like no one else was going to. “He’s my brother, Joy. Do I think it was a good thing? No not really. There were better ways he could’ve gone about it, but if you ask me, he didn’t do anything that I wouldn’t have done in his position. His methods were dubious, but they almost always have been. The fact of the matter is, Hailey Green is dethroned, Owen and Trixie are back together, and soon we’ll all be bowing to a new overlord in Louboutin heels.”

Joy held her tongue. Just because Jamie was known for being ‘dubious’ did not excuse his actions for getting involved in other people’s businesses and telling the whole world about it. She couldn’t blame Katie for supporting him, he was her brother, but it was useless to justify what he did. Owen and Trixie would’ve gotten back together, in their own time. Trixie couldn’t stop thinking about him, to the point that it drove her to drink, and he obsessively wanted to get her back, where he never failed to remind her that he was still there. ALIVE. Waiting for her.

In addition, Hailey was already out of the picture before the article because all her care and pent up aggression went directed to Hana Park rather than the school. Joy was getting annoyed and the best route would’ve been to change the subject, but Katie should hear her out, “That little support you give to him, that Marshall gives to him - will that make him think twice next time? Fool me once, shame on you; Fool me twice, shame on me; Fool me three times, well that just makes him a jerk and us stupid. He cornered wounded people and poured gasoline on a fire that was burning out. Fighting fire with fire will only start a bigger fire. All for what? So he can have the school newspaper? He isn’t a saint, Katie. He didn’t ‘save’ the school. Like you said, there will be another bitch wanting the ‘throne’ and like cowards, everyone let’s it happen.”

Putting distance between her and her friend, Joy felt like she needed to change back into her clothes. She was kind of over this shopping date. “And honestly? I doubt his precious paper will last till the end of the semester, especially with the Morning Show growing, and our infamous Weekend Warrior with hit articles. No strict guidelines. Owen is an asshole, who can’t control his temper, but he did A LOT for your brother. I doubt you would want your relationship with Scott to be published and twisted. HEADLINER. Scott Lyon was so desperate to get a good fuck in, so he settled with the ‘trying too hard to be Shauna’ ‘dimwited bitch’.” She quoted the main thing people say about her friend, as well as something Katie told her that Scott called her, which would’ve been used in a gossiper’s paper. Clickbait. Things people would’ve heard from this cesspool of a school.

At the dressing room door now, Joy shook her head. This was the first time she felt it necessary to speak her mind, no filter. “At least, he owns up to that shit. No one seems to remember HE was the only reason us ‘peasants’ didn’t get shoved into lockers or left with a black eye from those high horse ‘popular’ kids who think they’re ‘better’ than us. If people want to make a positive change, they need to actually show they fucking care about everyone and not themselves. They need to make a statement and not try to run the whole show. But no. Accepting bad behavior and letting it continue is the route everyone chooses to go. RIGHT. ” Frustrated, Joy closed herself into the dressing room, locking it behind her. She was suddenly realizing how… honestly brutal she was and probably to the wrong person.

Katie sat in the dressing room lounge, mouth agape. Joy had never been prone to outbursts, in fact, that was the most confrontation they’d ever had. Unfortunately, Katie very much was prone to outbursts. “You think Marshall is supporting him? Marshall was just as pissed as everyone else!” Katie shouted, storming up to the dressing room door, arms crossed as if she could lock her rage inside of her. Spoiler alert: she couldn’t. “Jamie didn’t twist anything. He told the truth, straight from Trixie’s mouth. He doesn’t fucking lie Joy. Owen’s not a goddamn saint either. Newsflash, none of us are.” Katie harrumphed, and for a moment, it seemed like she might be done, until another stream of anger poured from her mouth.

“Jamie did his fucking job. He’s been writing the gossip column for a year and a half now, and no one gave a fuck until it was Owen Lyon in the crosshairs. Everyone still loves Trixie, even though she slandered the kid up and down, but when Jamie goes and tells everyone that, hey, Owen isn’t a gross dirty cheater, suddenly he’s the one who’s cornering people. God, fuck that, and frankly, fuck you!” The other customers in the room were staring at her, some discreetly, others not so much. An employee began approaching her, but before she could say anything, Katie was grabbing her purse and storming out. “Nothing to fucking see here,” she muttered.

The door swung open, Joy fully clothed and visibly upset, but not out of sadness. She was livid. She had more choice words to say but of course Katie would walk away. Holding her shopping bags, she rolled her eyes and glared at the woman widely staring at her, getting ready to lecture her, “Yeah, yeah. I know. Let me just buy this and I’ll be out.”

Katie had a lot of damage to deal with because not once did she say Trixie was innocent either and to hell with Trixie being loved by everyone. She had to work for that love and forgiveness back and she still has bigger beasts to fight. If Katie thought Trixie had redeemed herself already, she was strongly mistaken. Trixie probably still hated herself for EVERYTHING she did. You don’t just come back from that gracefully.

Whatever.

Using other people to justify one’s argument was just not… right. At least Joy focused her argument around Jamie and NEWS FLASH, everyone thought Trixie was a trainwreck and prior to that Hailey’s dog. Trixie never had a good reputation with the majority of the school, even if no one would admit it. Katie missed the point entirely. It wasn’t that Owen’s reputation was cleared. He could care fucking less that people thought he was a scumbag. They already thought he was a hot tempered asshole! Jamie painted Owen Lyon, one of the strongest people at this school, as someone that got taken advantage of by a bunch of girls and that’s WAY worse than a cheater. Especially at this fucking school. Joy wasn’t even giving Owen a golden pass, all she was trying to say is Jamie did something beyond fucked up and if he thought that made people like him all of a sudden, it didn’t. He was no better than HOT! And Katie was okay with it because ‘omg my brother has no one on his side’. Fucking good. He deserved that. He fabricated the words of a drunk person and embellished it to sound MARKETABLE.

What-the-hell.

At the cashier counter, she called her boyfriend. When he picked up, she growled: “I’m fucking hungry, pick me up. Please.”
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A @smarty0114 and [@Tootsie Pop] collab
Featuring: Jamie Callaghan & Beatrix Kingsley
Location: Starbucks, Saturday Morning


Sitting inside a mostly empty Starbucks in Beverly Hills, Jamie’s fingers rapped a quick rhythm against the table. It was Saturday morning, and Trixie had agreed to meet him here. He’d hoped that sleep would give him a clearer head, but he was just as angry as he’d been the night before. Angry at Owen Lyon, angry at Trixie, and most of all, angry at himself. That said, he wasn’t about to continue this mess. He’d done what Trixie wanted, and whether or not she was pleased with the results wasn’t his concern. This was just him collecting. She could fuck off to Timbuktu for all he cared, as long as he got the paper when she left.

On hispanic time, Beatrix Kingsley, recovering from her first stoner night, threw the Starbucks door open, wearing shades to hide her droopy eyes. Her hair was in a high ponytail and her body sported activewear. With her, on a leash, was her husky, Atlas, who she had been neglecting for a week and kind of hated herself for it. “Heyyyyyy, Mitzy. It won’t be long, I promise. I know your animal policy. I’d just prefer him to be here with me rather than outside, ya know?” The dog had his tongue out, breathing heavily. He had gone on his morning jog with his mistress and was the happiest dog on the planet. He sniffed around and ultimately found himself licking Jamie’s shoes.

“No more than ten minutes, okay? My boss will kill me!”

“That’s more than enough time. Hey, Atlas. Stop that.” The husky whined, but obediently went beside his mommy. Not once did he bark out of turn. He was a good boy. With her reusable Starbucks cup, she quickly requested the barista to top it off with Passion Fruit tea. Mitzy eyed the high schooler because of what was already in the cup, but… she wasn’t the police. For whatever reason, the girl needed this and so, she didn’t stop her. Keeping quiet, the barista did her job. In no time, Trixie was sitting in front of Jamie with the dog leash tied to her chair. Atlas laid down beside Trixie and rested. He looked up at the boy with kind eyes before widely yawning. He was so tired. He did so much play. Now it was time to rest. And then play some more. “Try this. It’s delish.” There was vodka in it.

Jamie eyed the drink suspiciously but nevertheless, brought it up to his lips and took a quick sip. The taste of vodka was a surprise, one that made him wrinkle his nose, but he set it back down without much more fuss. “Rough night? Maybe almost as rough as mine?” Jamie fixed Trixie with a steely glare, his arms crossed over his chest. “Your boyfriend came to my house last night, pretty livid about an article that you commissioned,” Jamie said. “Weird, huh?” Jamie cocked his head, sarcasm dripping off his words.

“Aw, honey.” Trixie took her drink back and gave herself a delicate sip before chuckling, “You really don’t know how to own up to your fuck ups, do you?” She teased her dear friend, who she had no doubt was dealing with his own set of problems. “I might’ve given you permission, but you wrote it. You published it. Own your work. But I’m not here to give you grief. I’m sure Marshmallow has done that enough, which by the way congratulations.” Cheers to her gay bestie’s success! “As for my night, I wouldn’t say it was rough but I do have a bit to clean up and until then, I won’t be getting any sex. That’s okay though!” She gleamed at the angry Newsie, bringing her Problem back to her lips. She’s been using alcohol as a coping mechanism since the break up. It wasn’t like she could just break the habit. She needed it.

Jamie scoffed, and rolled his eyes, but he held his tongue. He wasn’t here to defend his position, he’d done that enough with Marshall. “We made a deal. You and Owen are back together, which is grand, really. I hope the wedding to BHHS’ resident psycho goes well, but I want the paper. I did what you wanted, and I took a lot of shit for it, not including what I got myself into,” Jamie said. “I’ll be damned if I come out of this with nothing.”

“Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.” Trixie shrugged in nonchalance at his desperateness. It was charming how hellbent he was to have the paper. His baby. Her’s too. And yet here she was holding the keys to a nice, pristine sports car as her like minded frenemy eagerly jumped for it. Of course, Trixie wasn’t anything but honest. If there was one quality she could say was good about herself it was she could never tell a lie or break promises. “Thanks to your lack of class, no subtleties or use of factual references — just harsh ‘rumor has it’— the principal wants to shut down our paper near immediately and have our members, the few that we have, join the Morning Show crew. We did get a lot of traction, and I thank you for that. But like a double edged sword, we also got backlash. So, here’s my solution. You and me will set up a board meeting to discuss the integrity of the paper and why this creative outlet should stay alive. I will put all the blame on myself for your article because I wanted to shame Hailey and Ophelia, and then the paper is all yours. With the condition, you clean it up, because I have no doubt we’ll be on probation for the rest of the semester. Sounds good?”

Jamie sighed, and leaned back in his chair. Did it sound good? No, not at all, but he wouldn’t deny she was right. He’d jump through these hoops, and then the paper would be his. Cleaning it up, that was easy. He’d made plenty of messes, how hard could this one be to clean? “Fine. You take the fall, the entire fall this time. I don’t need Owen showing up to my house to complain to my mom about how I stole your job. Actually, speaking of Owen, let your boyfriend know that if he comes around my house again, I’ll turn his life into a fucking reality show, that would put the Kardashians to shame.” Jamie said. He had no desire to continue his feud with Owen Lyon but he wasn’t about to seem cowed by his stunt last night. At the end of the day, the worst Owen could do is kill him.

You do realize his mother as a teenager and her family were the stars of Living it Up with the Lyons… Trixie kept her personal thoughts to herself. Technically, the Lyons had a far better drama show than the Kardasians, but that was just her opinion. She supposed since Kardasians were what was ‘hip’ now, of course he’d reference that. Anyways, if she weren’t tipsy, she might’ve gotten offended but that was more of the reason she should drink. So she could be a diplomat and not a bitch.

Coming prepared, Trixie reached for her gym shoulder bag, which was on the floor beside her dog, and pulled out a folder. She retrieved a contract she written up and slid it over to Jamie, “This here explains the terms of our agreement. You promise to no longer interfere with Owen Lyon, and his personal affairs, which includes me. We can talk, we can mingle, but it will be strictly in a professional setting. You will keep Marshall Radley away from Owen Lyon. If you care about your boyfriend, you will do so at all cost. I will publicly apologize on the Morning Show, taking the full blame, and in return, you will no longer be under the protection of Owen Lyon under any circumstance. If you get bullied, or pushed in the corner, that is your problem. Not his. I will also not advise you for the paper and since HOT is dead, I am no longer a threat to the student body so using my name to ‘blacklist’ other students is no longer applicable.” She gestured for him to take the pen from her hand, “Break this and I assure you, you will come to learn that my boyfriend isn’t the only one that can get ‘psycho’.”

Jamie eyed the contract with a look of distaste. He picked it up and thumbed through it, confirming the clauses that Trixie had mentioned were all included. The part concerning Marshall was questionable. He wasn’t sure his new boyfriend would be jumping to get to Owen, but if he was, he surely wouldn’t appreciate Jamie interfering. Other than that though, there weren’t any noticeable hiccups or riders that he could see, but then again, he wasn’t a lawyer. A part of him, the one who’d seen way too many TV dramas, wanted to take this home and have a lawyer look over it, to talk it over with Marshall. Another part though, the one that hungered for this reward, for the position he’d waited for, for over two years, grabbed the pen and signed. He looked up at Trixie, and smiled. “A pleasure doing business with you,” he said.

“We do get a lot of pleasure from this, don’t we?” Trixie slid the signed document back in front of her and gave Jamie a last goodbye, “Good luck with your future and all. I only wish the best for you.” Atlas went to a standing position and stretched his body, sensing it was almost time to leave this popsicle stand.

“Same to you,” Jamie said, unsure if he really meant it. Trixie left him sitting where she’d found him, and flashed him a playful wink as she pushed out the Starbucks doors and into the rest of the world. Jamie shook his head, while his face broke out into a grin. He’d done it.
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