Sugar and Spite

~And the Mind Flows Freely~

Serena Felicity Delamar

Name

Serena Felicity Delamar

Nicknames

Rena is the only common one she answers too.

Age

Twenty // November 29th // Sagittarius

Gender

Cis Female. (She/Her/They/Them)

Sexuality

Pansexual, with a strong lean towards females and feminine features.

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance Details

Hair: Naturally a very dark brown color || Waist length and straight || Serena has a collection of colorful wigs that she wears, her favorite and most frequent being her peach colored wig. She also has wigs in the colors of orange, platinum blonde, and red. She also has wigs in the colors of silver, purple, and blue, and shorter versions of her red and orange wigs. Serena really likes to switch things up.
Eyes: She inherited her father’s baby blues.
Height: Five feet, seven inches.
Body Type: Serena’s body is best described as a pear shape. She has a smaller chest, and wider hips.
Clothing Style: Serena dresses in a goth like fashion, though nothing too heavy. Most of her clothes are black, and her love of fishnets runs deep. She loves to wear skirts, and her favorite choice for tops is tank-tops. While she dresses cute, girly, and goth on most days, Serena has no problem throwing on a pair of sweatpants and rolling with it.
Makeup Wise: Serena always wears winged liner and mascara. On occasion, she will wear eyeshadows, and she loves to come up with makeup looks inspired to match her wigs and outfits. Her lipsticks are often nude and dark colors. Serena gets her nails done regularly in a short stiletto shape. Her nails are most often times painted black.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:

• A rose tattoo that starts between her breasts, and runs vertically down to her stomach.
• The face of a tiger holding a woman in its mouth located on her right upper arm.
• A plague doctors headpiece inside of a blooming rose, located on her upper right thigh.
• Right above her previously listed tattoo is a quote in cursive that wraps around the front of her thigh. It says “No matter how hard you try, I’ll always belong in the sky.” It symbolizes and means nothing. She was drunk and liked the way that it sounded, so she slapped it on her body.
• On her right leg, located under her knee, Serena has a few more tattoos. A moth with a skull on its back, an umbrella with raindrops falling beneath it, and another skull with a rose growing and blooming out of it.
• Another tattoo in a cursive font, located underneath her right shoulder blade that says ”we’ve got obsessions.”
• Her favorite Tattoo is the knife through a rose that she has on the inside of her upper right arm.
• Both of her earlobes are pierced twice.
• Industrial, helix, and daith piercings in her right ear as well.
• The left side of her nose is pierced.
• Most of Serena’s jewelry is either gold or platinum.

Personality Traits

Upon meeting Serena, your first assumption may be that she is a shy person. While that’s far from the truth, Serena isn’t the most social person out there. You’ll notice the way that her eyes seem to watch your every move, as she tries to get a feel for your character. Serena will greet you, and even carry on small talk. Just don’t expect her to enjoy it very much.

While overall cold and antisocial, Serena tends to pick and choose her friends as those who calm her or bring joy. She is charming, stylish, and confident. Loyal and creative. Charismatic and daring - always searching for her next adrenaline fix. She’s always curious about people, and how their minds work - forever studying those around her.

Serena can be a bit difficult to get along with. She’s opinionated, strong willed, and when it comes to the select few people she allows to get close she can be possessive, territorial, and sometimes just outright toxic. She’s trying to improve.

Biography

”I’m going to do my best to keep this short.

My father is Tiberius Delamar - tattoo artist to the stars. My mother is Junie Baby Delamar - formerly Macmillian. She’s an amazing artist. They met in college. Fell in love. Traveled the world, got married, worked through dad’s drinking problem and had three children.

The first of us was named Spencer. A year older than me, Spence is the only one of us that got moms red hair. I was always sort of jealous… he’s on the wrestling team at Beverly Hills High. He’s a Senior there.

The second child was me. I guess you could say I was the bad child of the lot.

And then there’s Sylvie - a freshman. The apple of everyone’s eye, she’s a total daddy’s girl. Pure and innocent, she’s the best of us all.

My childhood was great. My parents gave me everything that I wanted, within reason. We had our freedom. Mom and dad never came in our rooms, never went through our phones, and enforced reasonable curfews. We moved here when I was 13. My parents wanted to try out small town life for a brief moment and ended up falling in love with it.

Life in Edenridge has been… interesting for me. My grades were good, and there’s a surprising amount of trouble that can be found in the small towns. I started getting into a lot of trouble the summer before Senior year. Everyone knows the class of 2016 was cursed as hell and then there… then… there…. Was the…. Then there was the shooting.

I didn’t know Charlie - we ran in different crowds - but I’ll never forget how he threw open the door to my AP Bio class and just started shooting. Everyone scattered. Blood was everywhere and I --- I can’t talk about this anymore. Yeah. The shooting fucked me up, what else is there to say?

Anyway.

After we graduated, mom and dad wanted me to get sober and go to college. So what did I do? I convinced them that what I really needed to do was travel the world. They sent me to rehab for a few weeks, but it failed.

So now here we are, and I’m returning home for a family reunion. We’ll see how this goes.”

Family

Tiberius Nero Delamar - Father
Junie Baby Delamar Macmillian - Mother
Spencer Delamar - Older brother
Sylvie Delamar - Younger sister

Misc.

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• Font: Cursive -> Jellyka Bees Antique Handwriting
• Despite her outward appearance, you’ll be shocked to find that Sereans room is decorated in both pastels, and lots of black.
• She’s obsessed with the Disney character, Stitch.
• She sings in the shower, and in the car. She has a pretty decent voice, but is to self conscious to sing in front of anyone.
• Serena is big on writing letters to people.
• Serena also keeps a journal full of short stories, cringey fan fiction, her thoughts, and even her own spicy fantasies.
• She loves the band Panic! At The Disco. Most of her music is dad rock, metal, and pop punk bands.
• Her drink of choice is vodka. She also smokes weed.
• She loves, loves, loves roses.
• Likes the beach too, especially at sunset.
• Being an artist runs in the family. Serena began painting with acrylics at the age of seven, and eventually ventured out into oil paintings. She can also be found sketching on just about any surface. (Her arms, legs, jeans, etc are often covered with doodles - as well as her notebooks, journals, and sketchbooks). Most of the time she does her drawings in pencil, but does enjoy doing charcoal pieces as well.
• She plays the ukulele and piano.
• Serena works as a lingerie model, and sells some of her paintings on the side.
• Due to the shooting, Serena now has PTSD and night terrors.
• Her theme song is Is It Just Me by Sasha Sloan.
• Aesthetic.

Edenridge

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Getting out of her vehicle, Serena picked up her newly acquired bottle of Grey Goose from the passenger seat and tucked it into her purse. Did she care that the bottle of vodka was sticking halfway out of her purse? Fuck no.

Walking into the diner, Serena watched the scene in front of her with a bored expression as she waited on her cousin's guaranteed-to-be-over-excited greeting. Heels clicking as she walked, Serena moved to stand beside Erin and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Turning to watch as Lanie walked away, the young woman sighed.

”Tragic,” she said, rolling her eyes and turning back to face her cousin. Her voice had been just loud enough to make sure that Lanie could hear her as she was walking out the door. ”Imagine being so insecure over - ” her eyes glanced over to Roddy ”that.”

Embracing her other half with an overly bright smile on her face, Erin scoffed and rolled her eyes in return.

”As if he’s the one of them I’d choose to bang,” she sighed, already beginning to walk over to her and Serena’s favorite booth in the back right corner.

Serena laughed one silent laugh. ”You have always had a thing for milfs.”

Sitting down, the girls took their respective sides of the booth; Erin on the right, Serena on the left. Putting her purse into the seat next to her, Serena passed a menu to Erin before picking up one for herself. Nothing had changed.

”So!” Erin said cheerfully. ”What’s been up in your mysterious world.”

”Nothing much,” Serena responded, still looking at her menu. ”Finding love in all of the wrong places, making bad decisions, being hot - you know, my usual.”

At that time, the waitress walked over to greet herself. She looked around high school age, with dark hair and eyes. She seemed sweet enough.

”I’ll have a short stack of strawberry pancakes, a side of sausage, and a cup of apple juice, please,” Erin told the waiter, somehow still smiling.

”A short stack of blueberry pancakes for me,” Serena followed up. ”Side of bacon. Cup of orange juice, and an extra cup on the side.”

”Thanks!”

With the waiter gone, Erin was planning on bugging her cousin about her latest adventures, but wound up checking her phone for the new message that had just came through seconds before. It was from her mother, Jasper.

Her eyes scanning the paragraph, Erin’s facial expression went from bubbly and excited to worried and confused.

Screwing the top back on her vodka, Serena looked up at the blonde. ”What is it, love?”

”Serena…. I--”

Just then the waitress walked back over, obviously nervous.

“Excuse me, ma’am, but I just watched you make yourself an alc---”

Holding up a single finger, Serena silenced the younger girl and handed her a hundred dollar bill from her pocket.

”Listen. We both know you don’t get paid enough to care about or deal with this shit, right, sugar?” Letting her flirtatious nature peak through ever so slightly, Serena smirked. ”Now. Do me a favor and go tell the manager that if they have any issues, they should come talk to me face to face and stop using you as the messenger, okay?”

Both confused and shocked, the waiter simply nodded her head and walked back to the kitchen.

”Now. What were you saying?”

”We need to talk.”

”About?” she retorted.

”Uncle Ty and Auntie Junie and mom and dad and basically the whole family have been keeping something from you because we’ve been worried and --”

Clearly beginning to become angry, Serena glared at Erin. ”Wha --?!”

”Nope! My turn! Hush!”

Taking a drink of her makeshift screwdriver, Serena still continued to glare at her cousin. Erin was the only one that Serena would listen to besides her mother, Junie, and she knew it.

”We’ve been getting… letters. All of us. You… me… the boys… Mom’s been talking to some of the other parents and so have some of the other kids we went to school with. I… I don’t think it’s an accident. And the letters…. They…. Rena…. They have to do with the shooting - with Charlie.”

Her blood turning ice cold, Serena kept her mouth shut as a nervous Erin tried to find the right words to use.

”According to mom, the letters say to meet at the old high school at eight.”

”Tonight?”

Erin nodded her head.

Pulling her bottle of vodka from her purse, Serena placed it on the table between them. ”Looks like we’re both going to need this. Are you… do you want to go tonight?”

”Neal and Damon are. They want to get to the bottom of it.”

”Fuck!” Rolling her eyes once more, Serena took a gulp from the bottle.

”You… keep drinking that. I think I might need to drive.”

”Good idea.” Exchanging the liquor for pancakes, Serena ripped a piece of one off before shoving it into her mouth. After a few moments of awkward silence, she asked a question she already knew the answer too. ”So we’re going?”

”Yep.”

”Fuck.”

”Yep again.”

Deciding that she needed to do some digging, Serena finally messaged Mei back.

’You know anything about these letters?

Rosefell High.

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Chatting with Cade and the rest of the group, Christian was too caught up in how delicious his burger was to notice what was going on inside the house. It was only when he was halfway through his second burger that Christian noticed he didn’t have anything to drink. Bidding farewell to Cade, Elezar, and Spike, Christian departed the grilling station for the house.

When he got about halfway there, Christain became more aware of the sound of shouting coming from inside. It was hard to see through the crowd, but he was more than certain that there was some sort of argument going on. Still determined to complete his original mission of getting everyone to get along, Christian took a deep breath and marched on - stopping for a quick second to grab the water hose and turn it on.

While turning on the water, Christian heard a somewhat familiar voice from inside the house shouting over the roar of the voices. With the water hose in one hand, and a burger in another, Christian made his way into the house as far as he could. Most of the people around him were drunk and paying attention to Trixie, allowing him to only get a few strange looks and giggles as he drug the hose into the house.

Stopping about ten feet from where the fight was happening, Christian stood amongst the crowd and continued to nom away on his burger. Trixie was doing a good job changing the overall mood of the crowd. She had said mostly what Christian wanted to say - only it was how she wanted to say it.

Now it was his turn to say things his way.

Spraying the ceiling with the water hose, Christian shouted over the crowd as the water rained down upon them all.

”YOU FUCKING HEARD HER! Now stop acting like fucking idiots. Next person to even try and start something will be thrown the Hell out! UNDERSTOOD?”

There was a mixture of replies from the crowd. Some continued to shout ‘DRINK’, while others rolled their eyes or gave a thumbs up.

As someone began to call out for the teams to assemble, Christian let the garden hose fall to the floor with a sigh.

Now he really needed something to drink.

Rosefell High.

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While Alina gave her the run down on the nameless boy, Raven looked him up and down. He had this sort of quiet, reserved charm to him that Raven couldn’t quite explain, but she found it quite intriguing. Her thoughts were interrupted by a certain someone smirking at her from behind Hunter.

Theo was headed somewhere with a helpless girl's hand wrapped in his own. Raven silently began praying to the gods, her blood running cold. Theo was a monster, and someone had to warn the other girl about him - but Raven was too much of a coward. Theo had done massive damage to her last year, and Raven wasn’t quite sure she wanted to get re-involved with all of it.

After Alina was finished singing his praises, Raven took another much needed drink from the bottle of Patron and shook Hunters hand. Alina’s body language didn’t go against what she was saying, so she must have truly meant what she was saying. That was a good thing for Hunter.

”Alina vouched for you, so you’re off to a good start,” she stated emotionlessly. ”We could absolutely play some sort of game. I need to get wasted.”

Enter Theo running through the house with Random Girl slung over his shoulder.

Visibly cringing, Raven did her absolute best to not dart out the door and back to the safety of her own home. Alina was the one who sent the SOS, but Raven was the one that really needed the support.

The sound of a huge splash and a group of people cheering from outside caused Raven to look right past Hunter one more time - just long enough to see Theo kiss his newest target.

Another drink.

”What are we waiting for,” she asked, looking back and forth between Alina and Hunter. ”Let’s party.”

Rosefell High.

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The main goal of Christians party was for people to meet other people, and it turned out that standing by the grill was the perfect place to do just that.

Sipping on his drink and stuffing his face, Christian listened to the conversations going on around him while he quickly ate his first burger. An interesting figure that apparently went by the name of Grisha had approached that party. Christian wasn’t really sure what to make of the guy, but welcomed his presence nonetheless.

Nodding his head simply at Tylers statement, Christian watched as she walked away - very tempted to follow after her. However, Cade’s comment was what drew him back in.

”Don’t say shit like that dude,” Christian said, looking at Cade with a hint of concern. ”I spent money on all of this shit for everyone. So please. Go grab a bottle of the most expensive shit you can find, eat some shrooms, do a line of coke off of someone's boobs - I don’t care. But I would prefer if you had a good time tonight, ya know what I’m sayin’?”

Rosefell High.

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Nicholas met Billie’s sass equally with that of his own, and Billie would have expected nothing less - just like Nicholas should expect that his sass would only piss her off further.

”You’re really going to stand there and act like you aren’t flirting with your Tramp of Choice?” she retorted, crossing her arms across her chest.

The truth was that Billie needed her brother, but there was no way she was ever going to admit that. She was too proud, and way too independent. The truth was that the transition from Liberty to Rosefell had been stressful on the twins - not to mention that both of their parents were out of town for work, and Fiona was away at college.

”You always do this, Nick. You find some red head, flip on the charm switch, become a complete ass and settle for someone completely beneath you. It astoundingly perplexes me every time.”

Rosefell High.

_{A @BrutalBx and @HaleyTheRandom Collab.
Staring: Theo & Lilith}
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Once the pair had finished their song to a standing ovation (as if anyone who wasn’t already making out was sitting down), Theo took Lilith’s hand once again and helped her off the stage and back onto the floor. TVC was someone who certainly prided himself on being able to read people and when Lil first made her way over to him, he most definitely didn’t pick up on the fact that she could sing and that they would end up singing together in front of their classmates. Theo definitely wasn’t any kind of musician; he could hold a tune but that was about it.

”Well that was something” He grinned that stupid, irresistible grin of his as he picked up their drinks from the side where they had left them and handed Lil hers. ”You’ve got some decent pipes, Lil.”

The alcohol and weed had combined in Lilith's system, giving her a sort of euphoric feeling while she and Theo rocked out on stage. How she managed to keep up her confidence the whole time, she wasn’t quite sure, but none of that mattered now. She had nailed it.

Taking her drink from Theo, Lilith couldn’t help but let her eyes linger on his for a brief moment. There was something nice about that grin that she couldn’t quite explain. Breaking her gaze, Lilith took a drink from her cup in a desperate attempt to help her cottonmouth.

”I practice in the shower sometimes,” she joked. ”You weren’t all that bad yourself. Now. What do you think we should do next?”

Immediately as the girl asked the question, Theo’s mind went to a sordid place; his bedroom specifically. The more time the athlete spent with Lilith the more he wanted to know what was underneath the clothes and just how dangerous those curves really were.

”I can think of a few things but how about a game of pool? Chris has a games room over there.” He motioned with his head to a door just over yonder. He glanced over to the open kitchen and could see Raven chatting with some floppy haired Rosefell ruffian and he couldn’t lie, it pissed him off. Still he wouldn’t let that worthless slut ruin a perfectly good evening. ”We can even make it a little more interesting, a wager or two perhaps?”

Nodding her head excitedly in agreement, Lilith couldn’t help but take a quick glance around the room herself. Ellie was a strong person, and could handle herself - but that didn’t mean that Lilith didn’t worry about her other half.

Truth to be told, Lilith had only ever played pool twice, and both times she had sucked. She knew the basic rules, and what to do - it was just her execution that was the problem.

”I like the way you think,” she responded. ”Lead the way.”

With a smirk wide across his lips, Theo took Lil by the hand once again and began to lead her through the crowd. He ignored the growing row between a quartet of idiots and pushed towards the games room. Darting his eyes back towards his ex, the Franchise player couldn’t help but wink in her direction. Raven was not worth his time anymore but he sure did miss fucking with her. It was so easy and just so fun.

Arriving at the pool room, he allowed the brunette to enter first before following suit and closing the door behind him. The room was theirs, they would not be disturbed as they played their game. Nonchalantly locking the door behind him, Theo moved over to a rack on the wall which held multiple pool cues. He grabbed two and handed one to Lilith.

”We’ll keep it simple; you go for solids and I’ll go for stripes.” He reached under the table and began to set up the balls. ”Dealers choice; what’re terms gorgeous? What’re we playing for?”

Picking up the chalk square from the edge of the pool table, Lilith turned it over and over between her fingers while Theo spoke. Taking the pool cue from him, she took a deep breath. Lilith was lucky that Theo had given her the time of day in the first place, and she sincerely hoped that she didn’t fuck things up with her shitty pool skills.

It was up to her to choose the prize for the night, and her brain was completely blank under the mild pressure of doing so.

”We could go classic,” she said slowly, her voice shockingly loud in the much quieter room. ”Money, drugs.” The brunette shrugged her shoulders, letting her eyes linger on his for a moment. ”But I feel like we should do something with a little more flare…. Loser has to jump in the pool in their underwear? Unless you have something better in mind, of course.”

”Hm.” Theo thought about what he could say in the moment. Lil didn’t seem like the type from their short interactions that would want to push the envelope...at least not immediately. There was an edge to her that was obvious but it was hidden by a nervous, almost innocent energy. It was his job to bring this out.

”Well, how about loser jumps on the pool, winner decides what we do next and in the meantime…”

Leaning down towards the table, the football player struck the white ball hard, breaking the racked up set and sinking one of the striped balls into the back corner pocket. ”Every ball successfully sunk, the other person has to tell a truth? And I’m talking about something real, not some plastic shit. Strangers make the best listeners.”

”Sounds reasonable,” she replied, watching as the striped ball sank into the pocket. ”Are we asking questions here, or just blurting out our deepest, darkest secrets at random?”

”Questions” Theo grinned from ear to ear as he realised that this girl may just be a challenge after all. ”I’ll start off easy for you. Tell me about when you lost your virginity? Was it as special as every girl dreams about or was it a massive let down?”

It was a hell of an icebreaker question but it was also a pure question. No reason to lie.

When Theo said questions, Lilith simply nodded her head as she walked around the pool table to where the cue ball was. Laughing as the memory Theo asked about came flooding back, Lilith was happy to see that she had a fairly easy shot. The cue ball was directly in front of the solid blue ball, which was right beside the left front corner pocket.

A smile still on her face, Lilith glanced up at Theo while leaning over the edge of the table. ”Picture this, okay?” she began, turning her attention back to the game at hand. ”It’s Sophomore year, and some friends and I decided to go to Senior Bash. Last party of the year, excited for summer - all that shit. We got drunk, the party got busted, and we all ended up back at my place because gramps is cool and mom was at work. We all agreed that they could stay there because I didn’t want my friends getting in trouble with their parents. Some of them slept in the spare bedroom, Casey took the couch.” Taking a deep breath, Lilith took the shot and sank the ball. ”Senior guy sneaks into my bedroom, we start making out - nothing special. He could barely get it up, it lasted like three minutes, and I’m not even sure if it actually counts.”

”Well shit, senior guy may not be memorable but he’s a damn sight lucky bastard” Chalking his cue up, Theo scanned the table for a shot but couldn’t find one that would get him another question. Lining up the ball, the struck the white directly into its target and rebounded it off of the far wall of the table and directly in front of one of Lilith’s more easy looking shots. ”You got the last one, so you get to ask the question. So Lil, what you got?”

A light blush in her cheeks, Lilith laughed quietly as Theo set up his next shot. While he gave his shot a good effort, it ultimately failed in the end. It was hard to not get her hopes up as Theo missed the shot. Perhaps her initial assumption had been wrong and she actually did have a shot.

Thinking for a moment, Lilith blurted out the first question that came to mind.

”What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to a person?”

This was an interesting question. What was the worst thing he had ever done to a person? Obviously for Theo, what he considered bad was almost completely different to what others may think. As he went through a list in his mind, the Franchise player tried to decide how best to answer. He could be as honest as he promised but then there was a huge possibility that his chance with Lilith may go up in smoke like the rolls up she obviously loved so much. Deciding against this, he quickly thought up something else.

”Well, last year I was in a relationship with this girl and I’ll admit I wasn’t the best boyfriend. I had a lot on my mind, football, school elections, my sister was sick. Anyway, I neglected her and she cheated on me. I didn’t take it well. I demolished the guy that she fucked but he didn’t even know I existed, so it wasn’t really his fault so I felt awful because I really messed him up. Pretty much squandered his college chances”

As she listened to Theo tell his story, Lilith took the opportunity for another easy shot. Theo’s last shot had caused the location of the cue ball to be perfect for her to get the purple ball into the pocket. Sinking the shot yet again, Lilith took a second to let the information sink in.
”I can’t say I blame you,” she said simply. ”I might be fucking overdramatic, but cheating isn’t one of those things that you can just forgive, ya know? Don’t get me wrong - you probably shouldn’t have beat him into a coma or whatever, but your feelings were justified either way. Why on Earth someone would ever cheat on you, I have no idea, but anyway.”

”Actually I shattered his knee but I digress.”

With every shot taken, every drink downed, Theo began to feel a lot more in tune with Lilith than he had originally anticipated. He had thought that she would probably be a one and done fuck but the more time he spent learning about her; like about how her father left her or about her weird friendship with some chick named Ellie, the more he thought that there was more to her; maybe a girl named after a demon would have more uses than he realised.

There was a mention of writing; something that reminded the boy of a former life where he would watch a girl he cared for draw. He wondered if one day Lilith would allow him to read her stories. He was a sucker for those artsy types.

She wasn’t sure why, but the tone of Theo’s voice when he stated that was enough to cause Lilith to laugh. Any normal person would have seen someone breaking another person's knees as a red flag. But Lilith? Nah. She just found it strangely impressive in some sort of fucked up way that Lilith found fucked up things interesting.

A few more rounds of shots and...well shots and Theo was down to one ball. ”I hit this, you’re going in that pool Lil. Last chance to submit” Before the brunette could respond he sank the ball deep into the corner pocket and that grin crossed his face again. ”Oops, too late”

”Oh no!” Lilith exclaimed, obviously being fake and over exaggerative. ”What ever shall I do,” she said, already pulling her shirt over her head.

Fortunately for Lilith, she had planned on this being a pool party. Instead of a regular bra being hidden underneath her top, there was a black bikini top. There was no way she would ever parade around in her actual underwear. In her mind, a bikini was just different.

Theo’s eyes did not leave her body as she undressed, she was definitely hiding something beneath the denim. ”Well well” Without a second thought, he pulled off his own extremely expensive shirt and rushed at Lil. He pulled her over his shoulder and ran to the door. He swiftly unlocked it and holding Lilith tight he charged out of the games room and out into the garden. ”Hold on tight!” Leaping into the air, the pair tumbled into the pool, splashing everyone in the vicinity.

Coming up for air, Theo brushed his now soaked hair back and smirked from ear to ear as Lilith joined him. ”Fun enough for you?”

Barely having time to appreciate his abbs, Lilith was surprisingly tossed over Theo’s shoulder. In a state of shock, Lilith playfully protested between laughs.

”Dude. Please don’t fucking drop me,” she shouted over the noise of the crowd.

Before she knew it, Lilith was surrounded by water and was sinking to the bottom of the pool. She hadn’t expected Theo to jump in the pool with her, but she was glad that he did. Once her head was back above the water, Lilith frantically searched for Theo before the sound of his voice told her that he was right behind her. Turning around, Lilith smiled back at him.

”Absolutely,” she responded. ”Why’d you jump in with me though,” she asked, splashing him. ”This was supposed to be my embarrassing punishment.”

Chuckling as she splashed him like a child, he threw the water right back at her. Before he could speak however, Theo caught sight of someone looking at them through the window of the kitchen; someone whose electric blue eyes he could never forget; Raven. As often they did, evil thoughts began to circulate in the young politicians head.

”Embarrassing punishment? No this was just an excuse for me to get you out of your clothes” Easing himself closer towards her, he brushed a loose strand of hair off of Lil’s face ”Your real punishment is to kiss me” He cupped her neck between his large hands and pressed his lips to hers, his eyes looking passed her and at the girl in the window.

Attempting to follow his gaze, Lilith didn’t have the chance to see what Theo was looking at before their lips were locked together.

”If you really think that’s a punishment, you’re fucking insane,” she laughed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Lilith returned his kiss with one of her own.

Satisfied that Lil was now under his control and Raven was thoroughly pissed off, Theo closed his eyes and smiled into the kiss as it deepened. He moved his hands down her body and wrapped them around the small of her back, almost slightly lifting the girl off of the floor of the swimming pool.

Game. Set. Match. And your winner...

Edenridge

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Coming back to Edenridge was bittersweet for Erin.

Seeing her family was something that she was really looking forward to, but the memories of high school were not. After graduation, Erin ran away from all of her issues, and never cared to look back. She wasn’t quite sure what was in store for her if the memories were to come flooding back, and she was hoping that she wouldn’t have the chance to find out.

Driving with the windows down, Erin rolled into Edenridge around eight thirty in the morning. The closer she drove her hometown, the more nervously excited she became.

The normal thing to do would have been to go to her family's house and surprise them with the fact that she had arrived early. What she chose, however, was to head to the Cafe. Serena had messaged Erin that she would be there and was buying.

How could I say no to pancakes?

Parking her Jeep, Erin headed inside of the Cafe with her camera around her neck. Inside, Erin was greeted by the sight of something she hadn’t seen in years - Roddy Callahan and Lanie Lancaster, standing side by side. As if that didn’t hit her hard enough, Roddy was holding their child. The last time Erin had seen that thing, it’d had still been in the womb.

Letting her eyes linger for a moment, Erin smiled brightly at the couple.

Are they still a thing?

”Hey guys,” she began, cheerfully. ”Long time, no see. How are things?”

Edenridge

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Bradley King lived a very simple routine life. It wasn’t anything special or glamorous, but it was enough to keep him content.

Content.

That was a word he used a lot these days.

The young man had woken up at six this morning, brewed a pot of coffee, took his shower, and ate breakfast while watching the news. By the time the clock struck eight, he was in the family garage working on the Hendersons minivan.

Turnip laid by the door, wagging his tail lazily. His father, John, would be working on replacing the brakes of a 99’ Chevy Silverado. Richard was manning the register as usual, and the old timey radio would be set to the local country station. For Bradley, this was the start to a normal day.

At nine, Bradley drove to the local bakery in hopes of scoring a blueberry muffin. The morning conversations with Nolan were always a plus, and Bradley was slightly disappointed to see that he wasn’t there this morning. Oh well. It must have been his day off.

Once Bradley had gotten his muffin, he climbed back into his car and began his drive back to the garage.

Just another boring start to what was going to be another uneventful day.