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Sean Sterling and Brynn Payne ft. special guests Emerson Payne and Felix Payne
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Location: The Sterling Estate -----> The Payne Residence



Sean didn’t have trouble sleeping. He never did, and truth be told, he probably could have slept the entire day away. Mentally, last night had been rather taxing. It wasn’t Brynn’s fault, but Sean hadn’t exactly had the time of his life watching over her while she was drunk. Very drunk. It only escalated when someone — an ex? Sean didn’t know — got involved. Sean had to knock him down, in front of a crowd. He had planned on not fighting anymore, but when surrounded by people like that, you didn’t really have a choice. Sean did what was necessary, and nothing more.

Then he and Brynn had ran off and done the dirty. Once the boat had redocked, Sean had gotten her in the car, and driven her back to his house. There, he’d put her to bed. Sean originally had every intention of sleeping in well until the start of the late day, but Brynn’s state of mind had changed things, just a bit. Sean was now awake, at eight thirty, and had gotten dressed and showered already.

He had to take Brynn home, so she could get ready for school. That meant meeting her parents, which was ever so slightly worrisome. Did he want to meet them? Were they in a place for that yet? Sean wasn’t sure the answer of either of those questions, but he felt like at this point, he had to meet them. First, though, came the task of waking her up.

Standing over her sleeping form, Sean shook Brynn by the shoulder gently. “Brynn? Come on, it’s time to get up. We have school today.”

Brynn felt like she had been punched in the face, thrown off the side of a cliff, and then ran over with a truck. All she could feel was the throbbing of her head- nothing else. What day was it? Where even was she? Those were questions that she could not answer as she remained curled up in someone’s bed, waiting for death to take her. As she nuzzled her face into a pillow, the evening’s previous events seemed to flood back into her head in snapshots.

One minute she was dancing, the next she was drinking with that pewny Freshman, and all she could remember after that was Sean. Sean- that’s where she was, this was his room. The brunette could hear him moving about the room, but she didn’t want to face him yet. There they were, their first night as a real couple, and she got absolutely wasted. Maybe it was because of her fear of emotion, or maybe it was because of her stress, but either way, it wasn’t exactly the best way to kick off a relationship.

It wasn’t until Sean spoke directly to Brynn that she groaned and pretended to somewhat be alive. “Nooooo,” She pleaded, a hungover whimper following her words. She wasn’t going anywhere, not on her watch she wasn’t.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be a baby.” Sean said, shaking his head as he shook her again. She was awake, and he knew she could drag herself out of the bed. This was her own fault, after all. Sean brushed some of her hair out of her face. “You can get up, get a hot shower. I’ll make coffee if you want. I don’t drink the stuff, but it might be to your liking.” He paused and kneeled down beside her, putting a kiss on her forehead.

“Baby, let’s go. You think you have it bad? I have to deliver my hungover girlfriend to her parents as my first impression as a boyfriend. If you ask me? That’s not a very good first impression…” Sean teased, smiling at the still groggy Brynn.

The brunette grumbled, “Can’t we just stay home instead?” She asked monotonously as she burrowed herself even further in the covers of Sean’s bed. It was warm and cozy, and if Brynn had it her way, she’d stay there for hours. However, the girl needed to remember that the last time she stayed in this bed for too long, Selena had basically murdered her, so this was the better kind wake-up call in her opinion. Emitting another groan for dramatic effect, Brynn propped herself up on her forearms- a slight improvement from fully laying down. “You could never make a bad first impression, babe, besides, I doubt my dad is actually home right now...” She trailed off realizing that even though the head of the household would not be present, her demonic siblings would be. Great. “Screw going to school, stay here and screw me instead?” No matter how hungover Brynn got, sex was always on the brain…. it was a Payne signature.

“We’ve had plenty of sex, I think we’ll be alright if we skip this morning; Besides, I want to meet them, you know? I think it’s important. I can start with your mother, then? Or siblings, if you have them.” Sean paused and shook his head as he stood up to his full height again. Brynn was being difficult, which he didn’t think was particularly unlike her, but honestly? Sean kind of liked it. Kept him on his toes. “Besides, I can’t just skip school. I’m a model student! Something of that sort, anyway.”

“Don’t forget, you’re technically dating a genius. I have standards to uphold… kinda dropped the ball so far, I won’t lie. At the Academy, I was a model student. At BHHS, I’m someone who sleeps in every class.” Sean said, shaking his head. Was he a disappointment? Maybe slightly, but at least Brynn liked him. That was encouraging.

Brynn exhaled audibly, lying back down on the bed and placing one of the pillows on top of her head. “Emerson and Felix are evil, I don’t need them being jackasses to my boyfriend this morning.” She spoke, which sounded muffled as the pillow was covering her face. On second thought… maybe Sean meeting them wouldn’t be half bad? It could possibly show them that she was a normal person who could be in a relationship, but they’d probably still make fun of her anyway. “Yes you can! Skip school with me. Instead of sleeping in class, sleep here.”

“At least one of those is a boy’s name, and you saw what I can do to boys who are jackasses to me.” He reached down and pet her head, shaking his head. “I really, really can’t skip school. My mom would go ballistic if I straight abandoned class, and my mom is crazy. Not interested in that.” He ran his hand down her arm and to her wrist, which he tugged at. “Come onnn, get up.”

He had a point.

With one final groan, Brynn threw the pillow off of her face and pushed herself up, sliding back so that her head rested against the headboard. Looking over to Sean, her lips formed into a small smile, the only evidence of emotion she had given in the last five minutes. “Fine- only for you.” Brynn stated softly and gently, regretting her decision to get out of bed immediately. Why did the Helmsley’s have to throw a badass party on a Tuesday? The world would never know. Throwing off the covers, she swung her legs around to the side of the bed and hesitated, her pounding headache growing ever more present. “Remind me never to drink that much again.”

“You wouldn’t listen if I told you to.” Sean said with a laugh. He held out a hand to help her up to her feet. “I’ll make coffee. I don’t think you have clothes here, do you? That makes it even more important that we go to your house. You can’t go to school in dirty party clothes, especially not when you look like a hungover mess.” Sean let out a long sigh and shook his head. “But, I guess you’re my hungover mess. Ooo, I bet that feels good, huh?” He asked, winking at her.

Taking Sean’s hand, Brynn pulled herself to her feet, a little wobbly at first, but she held onto her boyfriend for stability. She smiled at his comment- it was true, she was his hungover mess, and she liked it that way. Hearing the words coming from him was something she wasn’t used to at all, which made a slight blush prick her cheeks. Before he could notice, the brunette walked quickly towards Sean’s bathroom and shut the door. Once inside, she turned on the shower and let the hot water cleanse her of the events of the evening prior.

As she dipped off to the bathroom, Sean stepped out of the room in his PJs, and headed downstairs, where he took a k-cup and made her a cup of coffee. After it was done, Sean headed back upstairs to his room. He opened the door and saw Brynn standing there, waiting for him. He stepped toward her, and held out the cup of coffee. “Here you go, my love.”

Feeling less like a zombie, Brynn accepted the cup of coffee with a smile. “Thanks, babe.” She replied, kissing him on the cheek before sitting back down on his bed. Taking a sip of the coffee before she spoke next, the brunette wanted to give her boyfriend as much notice about her siblings as she could. They were not easy by any means.

“Now, Emerson and Felix are dicks by nature. Felix thinks he runs the world because he’s attractive, and Emerson knows exactly how to manipulate you to get what she wants… they’re like me, but way, way worse.” She prefaced, drinking more from the warm mug. “They’re like the spawn of satan… but hot.”

“Won’t be any worse than my family. It’ll be fine.” Sean paused, and held up a defensive finger. “Nobody manipulates me. I’m unshakeable. I have a will of iron.” He winked and pulled his shirt off, before heading over to the closet where he could find something more suitable to wear for school. Even Sean, in his apparent laziness, knew he couldn’t show up to school in his pajama bottoms and a grey t-shirt.

Brynn held the towel wrapped around her closely to her chest as she followed Sean towards his closet. She couldn’t exactly go home in the scandalous number that she wore the night before, so the only logical solution was to wear something different- something that didn’t belong to her. “Can I steal a shirt and a pair of boxers or something?” The brunette asked, pressing herself up against her boyfriend’s back as he looked into his wardrobe, placing her head on his shoulder.

Sean turned his head slightly to look at her, “oh yeah, sure. All I have is trashy band tees, though.” Sean warned, opening the closet to reveal the shirts in question. Hanging in his closet were around twenty t-shirts, mostly merchandise stemming from different bands that he enjoyed listening to. “Dealer’s choice.” Sean said, spinning around to kiss Brynn, before he moved out of the way for her to pick her poison.

The brunette gazed into the large closet, the array of options at her full disposal. Leafing through the shirts, some of which with bands she recognized like SlipKnot and Rammstein, and others she didn’t know, she settled on a ‘All That Remains’ shirt, since it seemed dark and mysterious like her mister himself. Letting the towel slip from her fingers and bundle around her feet leaving her bare, Brynn pulled the shirt off of the hanger, nimbly slipping it over her slender frame. It was long enough that it covered her lady parts, but short enough that her rear was still slightly showing when she moved.

With a smirk, she walked back over to the bed, sitting back down. “Are you sure you want to meet them? To be honest, I’ve never introduced any guys to my family, let alone my siblings. I don’t want them to scare you away.” Words that Brynn never expected to leave from her mouth flowed out like a waterfall. God, this was weird for her.

“Dealer made a fine choice,” Sean remarked as he watched Brynn walk away before she sat down on the bed and raised concerns about him meeting her family. Sean didn’t see what the big deal was — maybe it was some kind thing he didn’t get since he’d been removed from the world for so long, but meeting parents seemed easy compared to some of the stuff he’d done. “Look, Brynn. Trust me, I want to meet them. I’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. I’m not going anywhere, I’m stuck with you, and you with me. Get used to it.”

~~

The drive to the Payne residence was short and sweet, but the winding roads made Brynn feel even more sick to her stomach than she already was. Sean meeting her parents would have been one thing. Her mom Julianne would have been cordial and kind if she wasn’t already at work, and her father Reynold would have acted as a buffer if he hadn’t taken the graveyard shift at the hospital. But leaving her siblings alone with her man was going to be a sight to see. As Brynn unlocked the front door of her home, she twisted the knob and pushed it open, revealing the large foyer which led into the living room. Leading Sean into the kitchen, she threw her keys carelessly onto the granite countertop, and waited for the sound to echo upstairs for her siblings to hear. Turning to her boyfriend, she sighed. “Well, this is it.” Brynn motioned around, showing off the home. “Welcome to the Payne residence, otherwise known as hell. Can I get you anything? Water? Juice? A sedative?”

Sean looked around the home with a soft smile on his face. It was definitely different than his, but he thought it had a more homey feeling. “It’s a beautiful home, Brynn.” He said simply, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Sean wasn’t worried about meeting Brynn’s family, though the immediate lack of parents was almost disappointing. He’d never met a date’s parents before, and stepping over that line was something he looked forward to. “Wait, a sedative? Now, I bet that’s probably sarcasm, but man… Dark humor from the lady friend. Water will be fine, thank you. It’s hardly morning, no one needs a sedative this early.”

Without another word, the brunette waltzed over to one of the tall cabinets and opened it, grabbing a small water glass which she could fill up in the sink for Sean. She began to open her mouth to speak but before she could say anything else, the thumping of the floorboards above them signaled that they were no longer going to be alone.

“Brynnie? Is that you?”

With a roll of her eyes, Brynn sighed. “I’m going to need a sedative in a second.” The brunette admitted, waiting for hurricane Emerson to strike momentarily. As if on cue, the older Payne sister appeared in the doorway still dressed in her pajamas and a bathrobe, looking excited to make her sister’s life a nightmare. She floated into the kitchen with a knowing smirk plastered onto her face. Brynn was still facing the sink, her back side greeting her sister better than her words would.

“Y’know, Felix and I were terribly worried when you didn’t come home last night, but we figured it out eventually.“ Without even asking, Emerson took the water glass right out of Brynn’s hand, not caring that it wasn’t meant for her. Taking a sip, she looked to Sean with a raised eyebrow. “And you must be lucky number fifty-four! Awfully nice of you to drive her home.” The older Payne sibling smirked, looking back over at her darling younger sister. Brynn turned to face her, and all Emerson could manage was a small chuckle at her younger sister’s choice of dress- the boxers, the band T-shirt, the makeup collecting underneath her eyes. “You look cute.” She mocked, looking her up and down and then taking another gulp of water from the glass.

Sean had to admit, it was impressive how well Brynn was taking it. This must be what it was like to have older siblings, a feeling that Sean simply didn’t know. He made a silent mental note to never treat his siblings like that, before he stepped forward and gave his girlfriend’s sister (Emerson?) a nod, and stepped on the defensive. “Of course she looks cute, she always looks cute,” he said, stepping closer to Brynn before he continued, “Fifty-four must be the luckiest number in the world, because I’m her boyfriend. Not just some random hook up. Now, I’m sure that probably was her original plan, but what can I say?” Sean paused to give Emerson a winning smile, even adding a wink to the end of it.

“I’m very charming.” He took a step towards the older woman, and held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Sean, Sean Sterling. It’s nice to meet you, and I’m sure Brynn has said exactly nothing about me so far.”

Emerson gave the kid standing in her kitchen a once over with her eyes, trying to take in as much information as she could from just her gaze. He was quite tall, but not the gangly awkward kind, and clearly was an athlete of some sort which was apparent from his build. He had precise features and prominent cheekbones, all of which complemented his sandy blonde hair and fair complexion.

Since when did her sister have good taste in men?

Although she nearly spit out her water at the mention of the “b” word, she regained her composure to speak. “So it seems…” Emerson drew out her words, a little taken back by Sean’s forceful demeanor, but not thrown off entirely. Boyfriend? Since when did Brynn have one of those? Taking another sip of water to calm the tickle in her throat, she placed the glass down on the countertop, drumming the surface with her talon like fingernails. All the while, Brynn shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to another. This was… well… awkward.

With a raised eyebrow, Emerson was ready to grill him like a steak, but before she had the opportunity to, a familiar face appeared in the kitchen in the form of her brother. “What’d I miss?” Felix strolled into the kitchen, sans shirt, nudging Brynn out of the way of the refrigerator door and grabbing a jug of milk from one of the shelves. He looked over at Sean, who nearly matched him in height and stature, which he already didn’t like. “Who are you?” He blatantly asked, taking a chug straight from the carton.

“Brynn’s new plaything.” Emerson explained teasingly. Brynn groaned, taking a step closer to Sean while Felix nearly had an aneurysm. “He says they’re dating, but my guess is that Skinny Brynnie must have bribed him to say that. Only logical solution.”

“Not likely, I don’t think Brynn has anything she can bribe me with. I just like her.” Sean explained, nodding to Felix. Her siblings were terrible, weren’t they? Sean slid his arm out, and wrapped it around Brynn’s waist, pulling her closer and more snugly into his grasp. “We’re dating. I took her to the party tonight, and then Friday night I’m taking her out again. I think, to Captain Cuddles — for a movie night or something? I don’t know, their website kind of sucks.” Sean kissed Brynn on the cheek, and then looked over at her siblings again.

While Brynn thought the situation was awkward, Sean thought he was handling things alright. The brother looked like he might have a problem with Brynn ‘dating,’ rather than ‘hooking up,’ and that may be a problem in the long run. The sister, however, seemed to just be an asshole. That? That was easy enough to deal with. “Anyway, we just stopped by so that she could get some clothes of her own, then we’re gonna take off. She needs coffee. Like, a lot of coffee.”

For once in her life, Brynn was really at a loss for words. She was afraid that if she said the wrong thing, her siblings would just egg her on, and if she said something right… well her siblings would do the same thing. It was a dead end either way, so she quietly piped in after Sean’s explanation. “Umm… yeah, what he said.”

“Leaving so soon? I didn’t even get the chance to ask him anything!” Felix stated, feigning disappointment. “But, I guess the lovebirds have places to go, people to see, sex to be had-”

“Oh on that note, Sean, dear, make sure you get Brynn’s test results before you do anything. I certainly would.”

And with that, Brynn had experienced more than enough torment for an eternity. Taking Sean by the hand, gripping onto him tightly so he wouldn’t stay back, she dragged him along with her up the stairs and to her bedroom. Slamming the door behind them, she let out a exasperated groan, flopping down onto her bed with her head buried in the pillow. “I HATE THEM.” She nearly screamed into her pillow, speaking loud enough so even through her muffled tone, her boyfriend could still hear her.

Now she was upset, great. Sean sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, and started rubbing her back as he nodded in agreement, though she couldn’t see. “I can see why. It seems to me that your siblings aren’t exactly ‘nice.’” Sean leaned down and kissed the back of her head, “I did my best to help soften the blows, though. I’m booked Saturday afternoon, but what if I just came here for dinner on Saturday night? that way I can meet everyone, and see what I can do about your siblings treating you the way you do. I dunno what it’s like to be the youngest, but I figure that maybe if they see I’m around more than just once… it might make them at least pick on something else?” There, an attempt at an explanation was done, along with inviting himself over for dinner.

Wow, he kinda looked like a dick, didn’t he?

Brynn flipped over so that she was now looking up at Sean, her head resting on the pillow that her face was previously smushed in. “They’ll never stop. It’s as essential as air to them- making my life a living hell.” Taking a deep breath, she continued. “But you should come for dinner. You can meet the only two redeeming members of the Payne family. They’ll actually like you, I promise.” With another sigh, she furrowed her eyebrows. “Thanks for at least attempting to put Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum in their place.”

“Well, if you want, I can always thrash your brother. Using violence unnecessarily isn’t really my thing, but you’d be worth it. Can’t do a thing about the sister, you’ll have to choke her out yourself,” Sean shrugged, and reached down to move a bit of Brynn’s hair out of her face, and rolled his eyes. “Nothing quite puts someone in their place like being slapped around. And I would be totally honored to meet your parents, really. I’ll be here. I just have plans to spend the afternoon with my younger sister and brother. I’ll do that, shower, and then come here. I’d offer to wear formal clothes, but… I’m not going to do that, so I’m going to risk offering.”

“Dinner it is then, no formal wear necessary.” Brynn stated, the first smile to pop onto her face since she left the Sterling household. Glancing around, she realized that this was the first time Sean had ever been in her room. In fact, Brynn never let guys into her room- she always slept in someone else's bed. In a way, it was a rite of passage that he was here. It showed she trusted him. “What do you think of my room? It’s not as fancy as yours but it gets the job done.”

“My room’s not that fancy, I just my own bathroom, and stuff. I think it’s lovely, Brynn. Maybe it’s just because you’re on it, but I think I could sleep for hours on this bed. It looks very comfy. The colors are calm and soft, very very unlike the room’s occupant, but I like it. It’s a nice contrast,” Sean explained, smiling down at her. Was that a satisfactory answer? He sure hoped so. He had never been asked how he felt about someone’s room before, and now that he’d been thrown on the spot, he wasn’t sure if his answer was anywhere near good enough. Being a boyfriend was harder than it sounded, there were lots of factors that you always had to be thinking about. As an added safety buffer, Sean placed a kiss on Brynn’s lips. “I can say confidently, that I like it more than I like my own.”

Brynn smiled, taking both of her hands and cupping Sean’s face with them. She stroked his cheek with the pad of her thumb. “Well now that you’ve entertained the guard dogs, you’re welcome here anytime.” She melted into a devious smirk, “And I mean, any time.”
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A @Smarty0114 & @Silent Observer Collab
Featuring: Katie “Please elaborate.” Callaghan, Jamie “Please don’t.” Callaghan, Noah “Please do?” Nichols & Marshall “I’d be happy to!” Radley
Setting: Wednesday morning before school, in Jamie’s car.




Jamie pulled up to the familiar looking residence of the Radley’s, and turned to give his sister an expectant look. Katie rolled her eyes, and groaned. “You know, maybe Noah wants to hang out with your boyfriend? Ever thought of that?” Katie complained as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She hated being in the backseat. She was a shotgun kind of gal, not some backseat floozy.

Jamie mimicked his sister, unknowingly, rolling his eyes at her protest. “Katie, it’s a seat, not the end of the world. And he’s not my boyfriend. Yet,” Jamie said as he texted Marshall a simple, ‘im here,’ before training his eyes on the front door, waiting for the object of his affections to come outside. Katie sidled into the backseat, where her and Noah shared a look, one that clearly said, “My brother is crazy and this is gonna be the most uncomfy car ride.” They had a way of doing that.

The youngest Radley (at least on this side of the country) paced back and forth in front of the living room bay window. The breakfast cereal he’d eaten tasted chalky in his mouth and it really only succeeded in making him want to barf, so he was currently trying to walk that off. Too many sugary alcoholic beverages the day before made for a mighty hangover. If he hadn't been so excited to see the boy he was waiting for, he might have just taken the day off of school entirely.

Marshall was clutching a metal thermos of tea with both hands. It wasn’t his favorite porcelain Starbucks mug, since that was still laying in shattered pieces in the school parking lot, beside his car, which was also... still in the school parking lot. Just as he began to stretch out in a yawn, his phone buzzed with a text from Jamie. That put a big smile on his face as he said goodbye to his mother with a quick kiss on the cheek.

Whoa. Marshall didn’t remember that he’d gotten a ride home in that very same car last night, so he was yet again impressed with the sleek vehicle in his driveway. It made so much more of a statement than he would expect of Jamie. It was a little bit bougie. He liked it, it made him want to learn more unknown and unexpected things about Jamie Callaghan. Marsh saw Katie move out of the front seat and into the back, which he took as a sign that he was supposed to take her place. That was a good sign, most likely.

“Thank you sooo much for picking me up.” Marshall said as soon as he slid into the front seat. “Apparently abandoning my car at school to leave with Trixie was the first of many bad decisions that I made yesterday.” He rambled with a sigh, but his eyes widened when he realized exactly what he’d just said. And to whom. “Not that everything that happened yesterday was a bad decision! That came out wrong. Forgive me, I’m hungover and my words can’t be trusted, apparently.” Marsh laughed lightly. “Good morning.”

Jamie chuckled, and grinned at Marshall, before throwing his car in reverse and pulling out of the parking lot. “Good morning to you too,” Jamie said, glancing over at Marshall for a moment before looking back at the road. In the back seat, Katie mimed a very violent case of projectile vomiting, much to Noah’s amusement.

For a moment, as Jamie’s car sped towards the school, the many inhabitants were silent. Jamie had a lot to say, and none of it he wanted to say in front of his sister. Noah, was silent by nature. Katie though, was just waiting. Finally, after a period of quiet that some may deem awkward, Katie spoke up, leaning forward so that her head poked in between Marshall and Jamie. “So, Marshall. I’m guessing you gave my brother that hickey?” Katie asked, throwing all niceties out the window in favor of tormenting her brother a bit.

Jamie’s face immediately went red, as his head spun to glare at Katie. If looks could kill, Katie would be the type of gruesome homicide victim that they talk about on Dateline. Katie, to her credit, didn’t back down. “I just want to say, that’s some good work. My mother disagrees, but I think there’s something to be said for a good hickey,” Katie said, as Noah shook his head in the backseat, doing his best to contain his own laughter. Jamie should’ve just let her take the front seat.

A hickey? Marshall pondered that. He certainly hoped he was the one that gave Jamie a hickey, if he had one, but he couldn’t remember — oh wait, no, he did remember. Marsh leaned forward to try to admire his own work, but Jamie must have covered it up. Jamie was also tomato red at the moment, which was adorable. Marsh smirked a half smile at Jamie and then directed it at his fellow thespian in the back seat. If she wanted to try to embarass her brother, Marshall could turn that back on her. “I did. And it’s your fault, too.”

Katie smirked. Marshall played along. She liked it. “My fault? Please elaborate,” she said, placing her head in her hands, and grinning over at her brother’s love interest, a picture of innocence to anyone who hadn’t heard her speak. Noah was busy keeping his laughter in, while Jamie was just trying to get to school as fast as he could.

Marshall’s eyes went back to Jamie briefly, then to Noah, and finally to Katie again. “Well, I’d be happy to, but I don’t want to make Noah too uncomfortable with the details. He seems too nice for that. Buuttt, you interrupted our good time with a phone call. Tsk-tsk. You know that I like to be the star of the show, I had to get the spotlight back somehow.” Marsh smirked again and then looked at his crush. “I’m sorry your mother noticed.” He said genuinely, though even the previous teasing he was doing was genuine, even if it didn’t sound it at face value.

Katie rolled her eyes and fell back into her seat as Jamie pulled into his usual parking spot in the school’s lot. She and Noah grabbed their things, and got out, waving to the older boys in the front. “Thanks Jay!” Katie shouted, to which Jamie responded with a middle finger, before turning to Marshall, and letting out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle.

“Sorry about her. Katie likes to try and push people’s buttons, if you haven’t noticed. And my mom didn’t really care that much. I mean, it’s not like she thinks I’m a virgin or anything,” Jamie said with a nervous chuckle. They were alone again, but this time without the presence of any drugs or alcohol. In other words, Jamie was panicking. “So, last night. I had a lot of fun,” Jamie said, smiling nervously over at Marshall, absentmindedly chewing his lip as he awaited a response.

“You don’t need to apologize, I know how Katie is, I spend a lot of time with her.” Marshall reassured him, because for the most part, the drama crew of BHHS was a pretty tight group of people. “That, and she’s your younger sister. Younger siblings are meant to be a terror, I should know, given that I am one.” He grinned at that, recalling what a menace he’d been to his older sisters in the past — and with him being her youngest, his mother usually let him get away with it too.

Marshall’s stomach filled with butterflies at the mention of Jamie’s lack of virginity being so quickly paired with a chuckle and then a mention of last night being fun. “Yeah, I did too. Clearly…” The corner of his mouth quirked up as he once again tried to spot the mark he’d left on Jamie. “We should probably talk about that. Now that I’m… not high. I promise I don’t normally get high, that was… I don’t know what that was, really.”

Jamie smirked, and, imbued with newfound confidence after Marshall’s words, grabbed one of Marshall’s hands, squeezing it tight. “So, I was thinking we could go out Friday night. On a proper date? I mean everyone from school will probably be at Captain Cuddles for the movie, but I figure we could go out to dinner somewhere,” Jamie said, looking up at Marshall, a hopeful expression on his face. His sudden burst of courage had failed him, and now his stomach was doing flips as he awaited Marshall’s response.

That was unexpected. Marshall was in the mindset that they were just going to talk about the night, but here he was getting asked on a date. A proper date, as Jamie put it, which was possibly the cutest phrase Marshall had heard anyone utter in his entire life. He even indicated that it wasn’t going to be some silly high school party-esque date, it would just be the two of them going out somewhere special. Marshall beamed a smile at him. “Of course, I would absolutely love that,” Marsh squeezed Jamie’s hand back, reassuring him that he was, in fact, very interested. Unwanted, his sister’s words from earlier played back in his mind, causing that pearly white grin to falter. “Under one condition, though.” He said in a much more serious tone.

Jamie grinned, his heart soaring as his eyes locked with Marshall’s. “Anything,” Jamie said. Lots of people throw that phrase around, “anything,” but right then, Jamie meant it in the most genuine way he could. He was lost in Marshall Radley, completely and utterly lost. He knew, as the words left his mouth, he’d lasso the moon for that boy, if that was what he asked.. “You name it, and it’s done.”

Marshall blinked wide eyes at him. For whatever reason, Jamie's response caught him off guard. It was so wholesome and affectionate. It made Marsh feel bad about what he had to say next, but at the same time, it had to be said. “No more kissing other boys in front of me. Especially not your ex.” His eyes got a little glassy as he recalled the scene that had sent him spiraling yesterday morning. Even with all the positive progress they'd made, that moment still stung, it was still burned in his mind.

Jamie leaned in close to Marshall, and in a deftly timed repeat of his actions last night, placed a hand on either side of his face. “You are the only person I want to kiss,” he said softly, before leaning in to lock lips with his dark haired drama star, another kiss on a list that would hopefully be very, very long.

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Featuring: Henry “I Could Go Nine Times” Green, Min “I Love Him so Much” Seo, Parker “Movin’ In” Ashford
Time: Before School




Henry Green’s room was messy. There was no getting around that, it was the first thing you noticed when you walked inside. There clothes strewn on the floor, the bed was often torn apart, and the desk was littered with wrappers and papers. A small collection of empty bowls and glasses had their place atop the dresser and the desk, with a small glass mirror resting on the edge of the desk, teetering on the edge of falling and shattering. Tucked underneath the desk is a small black trash can filled to the brim with Kleenex.

You know why.

In short, it was a disaster. It looked as though a hurricane had ran through the place, and in a way one had. Henry wasn’t a clean person, and he was lazy. It used to be cleaned by the cleaning staff, until his mother realized he was just going to ruin it again, every time. She pulled the room from their cleaning schedule thinking it would teach him a lesson, and he’d clean it himself. This was a monumental failure, a landmark moment in Alyssa Green’s decision making career. Henry occasionally drags giant, full trash bags out of his room, but he makes no additional efforts to keep it clean.

This is just how Henry has chosen to live his life, wallowing in his own mess and filth. He knows where everything is. He can get from his bed to his computer, and there he can play video games and watch porn and Netflix. He doesn’t need much else.

Henry Green was not in his room, but Henry Green’s room was not empty. He had a new roommate of sorts. He had a girlfriend! While Henry had forced himself out of bed almost an hour and a half ago, he had left Min-seo asleep in the warm, giant bed. He had a task to do, and had given his Assistant, Hamilton, orders on what to do when Min-seo woke up from her sleep. Henry suspected it would be a while before she roused, because she’d had a long, tiring night. Almost certainly, she would be sore all day, if not into tomorrow.

As she came to, the curtains drew back and bathed her in the warm morning sun of the LA area. This had two effects: first, and most important, it warmed Min up a bit more. Secondly, and most unfortunate, it also let her see the state of the room she was going to move into after school. When Henry had carried her in last night, it had been dark and she hadn’t seen the disaster. She did now though.

Then, a voice filled the room, belong to Hamilton, rather than to Henry. “Good morning, Miss Min-seo. Henry has asked that you stay in bed. He’ll be here shortly to fetch you so you can get ready. After you, Miss Parker, and Mr. Green are ready, your day will begin with a shopping trip. Do you have any questions?” After the voice stopped talking, the sound was replaced with themesong, as the wall across from the foot of the bed slid to the left, opening to reveal a massive television, playing a cartoon for Min to enjoy this morning as she waited for her husband.

Aside from the mess, it wasn’t so bad.

Last night had been such a roller coaster ride that Min-seo had almost wished it had happened on a Friday. Even with the benefits of a late start there was still the realization that for as wonderous a night it had been, she was going to have a hard time communicating in class today. Harder than usual, given that her jaw was quite irritated with any bit of excessive movement. This was without even mentioning how her body was still a bit sore. She was going to be a little sluggish in gym class, for sure.

Normally Min-seo was happy to greet the day after a good night’s sleep, but she had gone to bed a bit later than she normally did thanks in no small part to the events of the party not exactly ending at the boat. Most of that was her fault for even suggesting another attempt with her mouth before bed but she was still riding high on the experience of a lifetime. All she wanted to do was pull the pillow over her eyes but that wouldn’t keep the sun out, it would still heat up her face and if she was awake enough to pull a pillow over herself she was awake enough to be actually awake.

As she opened her eyes she almost thought she was in some kind of nightmare. Was this Henry’s room? How did he live here? How was he not always sick? How were there not rats or ants skittering around? How much time did she have before school so she could at least empty the trash and send clothes for a wash. If she was going to be living in this room - and she had decided last night that she was going to be living in Henry’s room - then this was just...unacceptable.

There was no way she was going to live here with the room all a mess. There was no way she was...not going to watch this cartoon with a theme song about ducks. Her side of the bed was...cleanish...and it wasn’t like the room was going to get any messier while the ducks were on screen. She had her priorities, just that ducks overrode them almost every time.

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The Parker Ashford is a peculiar species. It is known to run itself ragged throughout the day, with seemingly boundless energy. Then, all of a sudden, the clock strikes nine P.M., and like magic, the Parker’s energy disappears. It is then that the Parker will enter its most natural state of mind: sleep. It can be tough to bring a Parker back to life from a sleep, some scientists even speculate that the natural sleep cycle of a Parker is closer to the hibernation cycles of bears than the sleep cycle of a human.

Recently, the only known Parker Ashford to the scientific community has found a new habitat. A female, she seems to rest peacefully here. Face down, floating in a puddle of her own drool, with her face splayed out around her head… it is the natural sleeping form for the Parker. Like all of her species, this Parker snores loudly to keep predators at bay, so that she may gather the energy required to attempt another day.

Unlike most other Parkers, this one has a second ward against predators, known as a Jasmine. The Jasmine is hidden behind the Parker’s resting form, and as we can see now, a predator is approaching. Let’s watch what happens!


Henry opened the door to Parker’s room and walked inside, with a plate of her breakfast. He sat it down to the side and walked to the top bunk, climbing up the first rung of the ladder. There, he put a hand on Parker’s shoulder. “Park, get up. You have to get ready, we have a big day ahead of us.” He softly shook her, finding that it was a lot harder to wake her than he’d thought.

Watch as the Parker’s protector realizes the snoring hasn’t scared this predator off, and prepares to pounce.

Hidden behind Parker, Jasmine’s legs bent for a second, before she launched herself at Henry. She was just a baby, and small, so the leap didn’t make it much further than to the other side of Henry, but the effect was all the same.

Henry jumped off of the ladder, “Yo, what the hell!? Where did you get a cat?!”

In the town square the volume was deafening. As far as the eye could see there were people gazing forward in awe, murmuring amongst themselves, and sharing in the excitement of the day. Not a single face was frowning or upset in the sea of people and everyone was on pins and needles as the clock ticked ever closer to the appointed hour. Today was a glorious day, one that would be remembered for years to come; it was a day many thought would never come to pass given the particulars of a certain proud person. And yet here it was at long last. The day of the Prince’s Wedding.

The Prince was known as a stubborn man, he refused to eat vegetables that were too green even to this day, and when he turned down every worthy bride to be it was assumed that he would remain brideless until the day came when he was forced to marry for the sake of tradition and an heir. It came as a great surprise to the maids and the crown rulers themselves when the Prince announced his intention to marry. Who was the woman that so swayed the stone cold Prince’s heart?

Presently she was seated in a carriage and looking out at the crowd with a wide eyed fascination. Even from the safety of the carriage the blushing bride could hear the royal musicians playing a song that sounded so familiar and it was coming through so clearly it was as if they were playing right next to her. In her lap was a blue furred feline, her closest companion through the years and even now on the morning of her wedding she was happy for the company.

Really, the fact that in a few short minutes the carriage would open and she would step out to a sea of applause and into the arms of the most dashing Prince in the world was still so unbelievable. A motherless urchin without so much as a crumb to her name was soon to be a Princess. Though she had only known the Prince a scant few weeks she knew as soon as she saw him that it was love. True and honest love shared between a man and a woman, love that transcended class and social graces.

The carriage rolled to a stop and a portly man in a penguin suit opened the door. Even though she hadn’t stepped out, the applause and cheering from the crowd was deafening (except, strangely, for the royal musicians who had now changed to a slightly faster paced melody). From her seat in the carriage she could look out and see her Prince waiting - well, she could see from his shoulders down, the top of the carriage was cutting off his face. But she was sure he was every bit as handsome as he was when she first met him.

She was moments away from stepping out and walking those last few steps to a better future. Her dress was sparkling with the gems sewn into the material, her hair was brushed, washed, and brushed some more until it was full and luminous, and soon enough she would have a tiara to make her outfit complete. Her heart was pounding. All these people here to see here. All these people cheering her on. A Prince waiting for her to leap into his arms. It all felt so...perfect.

”Jasmine,” the Princess-to-Be spoke to her feline friend as she gave a farewell pet down the back. ”Am I dreaming?”

Jasmine blinked and leapt off her lap. ”Why, of course you are, Parker.”

Everything went silent. No music. No cheers. Everything went dark and then bright. No carriage. No Prince. Just narrowed eyes barely able to see anything through the messy strings of hair hanging in front of her eyes. Her hair was sticking to her forehead thanks to the drool that had amassed the night before. The sandman must have made a double trip as Parker rubbed her eyes to get the crusty sand out while the first sound out of her, other than the initial whine of a grunt as she fought to stay asleep, was a hiccup brought on by her inhaling a sharp burst of air as she yawned.

It was the rare moment where Parker wasn’t turned up to eleven. Her face was puffy and she was yawning in between dry smacks of her lips and periodic sounds of grunts and growls that would probably be words if she could even form them in her present state. ”Whrmai?” Her first almost word of the day. Soon, she would be awake enough to repeat it.

“You’re home, Parker.”

It was really all Henry could say, and as far he was concerned, it was true. This was Parker’s home now, and he was going to do his best to make sure her life got better than living in a tent. There were a lot of things for them to do before she could be just right, though. “Are you always like this in the morning? Come on, I have breakfast for you.” Henry offered. In a bold move, Henry held the breakfast plate under Parker’s face, trying to use the cinnamon rolls as a form of smelling salts for Parker.

The smell of cinnamon wafted into her nose and while it didn’t wake her up all the way it did cause her to blink and take in the surroundings. The memory of the previous day played in her head. She wasn’t in her tent anymore, now she was in a bed. A soft one. One not blown up by air. ”Henry…” Parker’s indoor, half-asleep voice was almost like a lost child in tone and volume. Parker reached out her hand for a cinnamon roll, and succeeded only at putting her palm right on top of one, the frosting and cinnamon now stuck on her hand.

“...damn, dude. Is it going to be like this every morning? You’re super quiet too, weird… not sure I dig it.” Henry said as he reached down to her now cinnamon and frosting covered hand and pulling it off. He thought about handing her a napkin, but figured the Parker he knew and loved would come out soon enough, and she’d want to lick it off of her hand. He sat the plate with cinnamon rolls aside, and wrapped his arms around Parker, bringing her down from the bed. “Come on, Parker. Min’s waiting for me, let’s get you up and at ‘em.”

Two things happened very quickly as Parker was hoisted onto the floor. The first was Parker somewhat sluggishly licking the cinnamon and frosting on her palm like a cat licking milk from a saucer. The second, which happened when the name ‘Min’ had Parker looking around the room anxiously. After a blink her eyes went wide and another lick of cinnamon from her hand followed. ”WHERE’S MINCY? SHE’S NOT HERE! SHE HAS TO DO MY HOMEWORK! SCHOOL’S GONNA START AND I DIDN’T DO IT I NEED MINCY! HENRY! WHY’S MY HAND GOT STUFF ON IT?” Parker had been activated.

There she was! Henry had to admit, it was almost relieving to see Parker back to her normal self. Only for a brief second, though, before she finished talking. Then, he remembered how loud she could be, and he was almost immediately brought back to reality. “Wait, Min does your homework? Parker, you’re gonna have to start doing that yourself, dude.” Henry said, shaking his head. He’d have to talk to Min about that, but he could handle that another day. For now, he had to focus on Parker. “Don’t worry about the homework. You got stuff on your hand because you shoved your hand in one of these,” Henry said, gesturing at the plate with two cinnamon rolls on it, “which is your breakfast. You’re gonna eat breakfast, then jump in the shower, get clean, brush your teeth, and get dressed. We’re going shopping. Can you handle all that?” Henry asked, looking down at his youngest friend.

Whatever Henry said before ‘breakfast’ and after ‘breakfast’ Parker didn’t process. It was arguable that she processed any of it given that she kept looking around the room while Henry was speaking to her. The room was very different from the tent, the walls weren’t moving with the wind and there was at least twice as much space to move around, maybe even three times as much. She could fit like ten tents in here. Maybe more. And a trampoline. While Henry was talking, Parker licked her palm again, keeping her hand in place as she followed Henry’s hand to her waiting breakfast. One of the cinnamon rolls had considerably less cinnamon and frosting on them, so Parker naturally went for the one with more on top, grabbing it with her already sticky hand and taking quite a sizeable bite. Parker’s bite was quite different from how a cinnamon roll was supposed to be eaten. She took a chomp from the top of the roll first, biting into the frosting and cinnamon spread where they were at their max.

By the time Henry had asked his question, Parker’s mouth had frosting, cinnamon, and pastry crumbs all around it like she had just rolled her mouth around a tray of food. ”SHOPPING? CAN I GET JASMINE A FRIEND?” At least Parker knew enough not to spit food while she talked.

Jasmine? That must have been the cat. “Nope. Boring shopping, sorry. We gotta get you a phone, shoes, and new clothes. Did you hear what I said about breakfast? You gotta eat it, then take a shower and get dressed. And don’t forget to brush your teeth! Between you and me, flossing is kinda a scam, so you can skip that. But brush your tongue, dude. I can’t believe he bought you a cat, I’m gonna have words with that man.” Henry totally wasn’t going to say a thing to Butler, Butler was a big motherfucker. As long as Parker took care of the cat, Henry would be happy. “Okay, you got your mission, your orders. The plan. Can you handle it? I really wanna go kiss Min now. She’s probably getting worried.” Henry protested, stepping backward toward the door, though he kept his eyes on Parker. He wanted to make sure her first day here wasn’t that bad, after all.

”KISS MIN? BUT SHE’S LIKE YOUR SISTER! GROSS!” Parker’s knack for hearing only what she wanted to hear had an uncanny ability of piping in at the worst times. Whatever Henry had said beforehand might as well have been gibberish as soon as she heard the words ‘kiss Min’. Parker liked Min a whole lot and she like Henry a whole lot but she didn’t want to kiss either of them. That would be like kissing her mom and dad which was only allowed if it was on the cheek! Maybe that’s what Henry meant? Parker took another bite of her cinnamon roll, further adding to the specks of crumb around her mouth before she remembered the most important thing of all. ”JASMINE!”

Part of the supplies purchased the night previous included food bowls and kibble, both of which were against a wall in the corner. Parker almost forgot that she was eating for two now! The bag of kibble was too heavy for her, fortunately there was a scooper cup and Parker giggled as she scooped some of the food into the bowl. ”IT’S LIKE CEREAL!” The cat food clunked into the bowl and like a farmer ringing the bell for supper, Jasmine hopped onto the floor and trotted over to eat her breakfast. Parker, wanting to join her friend, took her plate and sat on the floor next to Jasmine, having a cinnamon roll in one hand and petting Jasmine with the other.

She might not have followed everything Henry said, but for the moment, at least, she was content.

Henry turned around and grabbed the door knob to open it and slip out of the room and into his and Min’s. With a glance over his shoulder, he gave out one last request, please shower, Parker.” Henry added with finality, before he finally slipped out of the room. “You have your own bathroom!” And then, he shut the door, and grabbed the cart that had Min-seo’s meal still sitting on it.

Henry had worked hard on her meal. He could have had the cook staff do it for him, but he had made a decision to make sure that Min got to enjoy a home cooked meal. It wasn’t particularly mindblowing. In fact, it was rather simple: the breakfast was two chocolate chip pancakes with butter, a bit of powdered sugar, whipped cream and bananas on top. If she wanted, he’d grabbed some syrup, but hadn’t put it on himself. Henry wasn’t a fan of syrup, and didn’t know for sure if Min-seo was. Alongside that, he’d fried up a bit of bacon, and even gone so far as to squeeze orange juice freshly for her. He was proud of it.

Hopefully she didn’t hate one or all of those things…

Rather than focus on that, Henry instead shoved the door opened to his bedroom, where Min was still laying in bed, watching Duck Tales. See, he’d known that would be a hit. He took the plate off of the trolley, and brought it to Min in bed, “Good morning, Ducky. I made you breakfast!” He said, and that hint of pride was undeniable in his voice as he held the plate out toward her. A simple meal, but it was the thought that counted, right?

How had Min-seo not heard of this show before? It was so cute! Even though the main character was kind of a jerk at times, there were still the four little ducklings to make up for it. And the animation was really good! Animation was important for Min; she was good at drawing on model and would perhaps like to expand to animation but all of that was done digitally these days and her tech skills amounted to knowing how to text dick pictures to her friend and take selfies. The only thing that was able to break Min’s attention from the television was a commercial - but given that this recording seemed to mercifully cut those out, a second option emerged, that being the arrival of her boyfriend.

If he hadn’t been holding a tray of food, Min would have gotten out of bed to meet him. Breakfast in bed? Her heart was melting like the whipped cream atop the pancakes. ”O-wo, you...cooked...for me?” Even if Min-seo had been easily impressed, she was genuinely impressed and flattered at the lengths Henry had gone to when he definitely didn’t have to. As she spoke, she rubbed the underside of her jaw. Talking was going to be a luxury today. ”Thank you, Oppa.” A luxury she could afford when Henry was involved.

You are very welcome.” Henry said as he leaned in to steal a kiss from her lips. Then he sat the plate down on their bedside table, along with some silverware. “I don’t have one of those thingys that they have where you can sit the food over your lap, though… Sorry. After you eat, we can take a shower. Like, together, if you want. If you want a private one, no big deal, more power to you. But the offer stands.” Henry explained, sitting down on the edge of the bed and grinning at her. Henry wasn’t too bad at this boyfriend stuff, it seemed! Waking up early like he’d done? That was totally aids, but he had to admit…

The look on Min’s face made it almost worth it. Almost, Henry still didn’t really getting out of bed. But, there was something about the way she looked at him, when he did even the simplest thing for her… it was a mix of adoration, admiration, and Henry would even dare to say he saw a little love and lust in there, too. This was scary. Relationships were hard. Henry knew that, his father had told him. And so had Julie. Henry listened when they talked!

He’d heard about how at his age, it could be hard to be in a relationship. Hard to be happy with each other all the time, harder to agree all the time. Sometimes it was hard to say no to people who wanted you. It could tough to stay loyal, tough to stay true. Even a day ago, Henry would have boldly claimed that he wasn’t interested in a relationship, at all. He would have said that he didn’t want this.

But there was something about her. It might have been the way she looked at him, the adoring glances. It could have been how she watched the cartoon in wonder. It could have been any number of things, Henry didn’t care about specifics. Henry found himself caring only about making sure Min-seo stayed as happy as she was then and there.

Sometime later, in the future, Henry Green would learn that feeling is called ‘love.’ However… not yet.

And a kiss before breakfast, how romantic. The day was still young and already Min felt it was perfect. If this was how it was on a school day she was definitely looking forward to the weekend. Maybe they would have a romantic dinner via candlelight, like in the movie with the dogs! Though she would surely be happy with something simple so long as it was done together, as a couple.

Following the kiss, Min took a strip of bacon and tore off a small, bite-sized piece to eat, making sure she covered her chewing lips with her fingers. ”Masisseo” Min-seo softly exclaimed after swallowing the first bit of bacon. When she cut an edible piece of pancake, dipping it in the whipped cream for good measure, she was a bit more vocal in her response. ”Jeongmal masisseo!” Was there chocolate in these? Why hadn’t anyone thought to do that before? She had to ask Kit if she’d ever tried it like that, it was such a creative and delicious pairing.

”It is...what is the word for…masisseo...dee….dee-lick-oush?”

“Dee-lish-us.” Henry explained, putting emphasis on every syllable, trying to help her. Then, suddenly, it reminded him of something! “Oh, yeah! I was gonna make a suggestion. Maybe like, every night or something, you could read a book aloud with me. In bed. With clothes on, which is kinda bummer, but I thought it could help you learn the language a bit better? I dunno, just something that came to me as I was flippin’ pancakes. What do you think?” He asked, sliding up the side of the bed to be closer to her. He was swelling with pride after their morning so far, delighted that she was enjoying her breakfast so much.

Delicious. She was going to remember that one, especially if she had more homemade breakfasts to look forward to. While she knew boys could cook, and well at that, her stepmother had always instilled the belief that the girlfriend or wife was the one who provided the cooking. Perhaps in her stepmother’s day that was the standard and Min-seo wasn’t exactly about to complain that her boyfriend loved her enough to make her breakfast after they had spent the previous night showing their love for each other. Min didn’t expect such treatment every single day or following every time they had sex in the future but if nothing else it made for a nice sentiment and reaffirmed the feeling she knew was mutual.

”Read...book?” Min blinked blankly as she picked away at her breakfast. ”Big...big books?” Min-seo had read novels before but they’d been translated into Korean; reading a full hundred-plus page novel in English seemed like quite the daunting task, but if it helped her understand and communicate better then maybe it would be worth it. She wanted to speak the language better, not just for her sake but because it wasn’t fair for her friend Kit to have to slow down just to talk with her, it wasn’t fair that she couldn’t talk normally with Henry. ”When I...finish book...I get...kiss?” Though her inflection made it seem like a question, it was really more of a hopeful suggestion of encouragement on her behalf.

“You can have all the kisses you want, whenever you want. You don’t have to finish reading a book for that. I was thinking we’d start with smaller books, and work our way up. Easier books, like Dr. Seuss and stuff, and then maybe Harry Potter once you’re more comfortable with it.” Heny said, nodding to affirm his statement. “You’re learning, so we don’t want to just shove you over the deep end and straight into the rough stuff, you know? We’ll take it slow, and ramp up over time. It’s better if we do it that way, besides… we kinda like, live in the same room now. So we’ll have plenty of time together.” Henry paused after that, realizing that he’d just said something that Min-seo may not have realized yet. They were staying in the same room together now. Henry scratched the back of his head, before launching into a more thorough explanation of what he meant.

“Parker kind of took over your room… So, I figure we’ll just move your stuff in here, and you can stay with me on a more permanent basis. Does that sound okay? Because Park like… got a cat, and a bunch of other crap.”

Of course they were living in the same room now; they had spent the night in it and Min-seo wasn’t about to make it a temporary thing. They were in a relationship. If they hadn’t been living under the same roof she would have understood, but since they were there was little reason to have Min sleep in the guest room. She was glad that Henry seemed to understand this, though now that she was going to be living in his room she was absolutely going to have to do something about it.

”Harry...Potter?” It must have been an American book. But she couldn’t say she hated the idea. One of the ways of learning was by doing and having someone there to work with her, encourage her, and help her with pronunciation was quite the boon. She wanted to sound comfortable with the language by the end of the semester if she could. ”Okay...we will read...start tonight?” Her enthusiasm couldn’t be contained and her breakfast plate was quickly being emptied. ”Parker has...cat? Is the cat...real?” Parker and stuffed cats were a match made in heaven where Min-seo was concerned, but she couldn’t imagine Parker having a living animal to care for; not that Parker didn’t have the love of cute animals but because Parker was quite...irresponsible. Min-seo was around on mornings where Parker kicked and screamed her way into being forced to bathe.

”I think...we will have to...help her. With...cat.”

“Damn, I hope not.” Henry muttered, thinking about how he may end up taking care of not just Parker, but the cat too… “I don't know why he got her a cat, that's like the last thing she needed, but whatever. If I have to handle it as part of her living here, then I will handle it. Parker was sleeping in a friggin’ tent, Ducky. Unbelievable… But it's okay. She's here now, and we'll take care of her. She deserves better, and I'm gonna help her get the best.”

Henry looked at Min, and ducked forward, kissing her on the lips. “Which reminds me, you can't be doing her homework anymore, babe. Oppa’s orders.” Another kiss. “You can help, but don't just do it.”

Parker was living in a tent? For how long? Now that Henry mentioned it, Min had never actually been to Parker’s house; she had always just come over to play and in so doing would fall asleep. Min assumed Parker’s parents, whoever they were, didn’t mind that their daughter was spending time and sleeping over at a friend’s house, but if she was living in a tent what was the situation like at home? Min-seo didn’t want to pry but part of her really wanted to know; Parker, though, didn’t seem the type to care about or talk about her home life. And it didn’t really matter either way. She had a roof over her head now.

””If I do not...help her...then she...she will fail. Parker has...she is...very...she does not...sit for long.” If Parker doing her own homework was one of Henry’s goals, Min had her doubts on how successful it would be. Min tried to teach her some simple math but it amounted to Min-seo writing down the equations and then the answers when Parker didn’t seem to follow the process no matter how often Min went over the material. ”I will...try.”

“Yeah, I get it. Parker’s a tough cookie to crack, but don’t worry. I’ll handle Parker. You just focus on you for a while. You’ve been doing like… double schoolwork. It’s not fair to you. Take the extra time to hang out with your friend. The blonde one? Uh… Kat?” Henry asked, the name of Min’s blonde friend temporarily slipping his mind, “you should see if she’s doing anything after school, and hang out with her. Maybe she’ll be doin’ something cool. You can call me when you’re done, and I’ll come pick you up. If you only have your homework to do, then you have more free time to actually enjoy America. And that’s… the point, isn’t it?”

Henry didn’t think it was fair that Min was doing Parker’s work, and sitting around the house all day. She should be out and about, seeing the sights, or at least hanging out with her friends. She was here to get the American experience, wasn’t she? That couldn’t exactly be had, sitting in the Green Mansion and doing homework for Parker. “Oh, I guess we have a date Friday night, too. Movie night at the pizza place.”

”Kit...not Kat. Cat is...what Parker has.” She couldn’t exactly deny that Henry was making sense. While doing math wasn’t too terribly time consuming, when it came to doing Parker’s other assignments, often it was an exercise in exhaustion and pouring over a dictionary just to understand certain words. It would be good for Parker to do her homework and learn from it, if learning was a concept Parker understood. Min-seo had a boyfriend now, though, and that meant her priorities shifted. As much as she was a friend of Parker, by extension of Henry, Parker would have to be okay on her own for a while. Third wheels were no one’s idea of a good time.

”I enjoy America...I...enjoy you.” That caused Min-seo to blush but she was speaking earnestly and truthfully. Even if she was still doing Parker’s homework night after night, if it meant having a wonderful boyfriend then it was worth it. But being able to maximize couple time? That was a deal Min-seo could definitely get behind. ”Friday date...I am...excited.”

She didn’t clearly, and she struggled through her words… but, Henry loved what she was saying. Kit, not Kat. He could remember that. “Hey, well, thank you.” Henry grinned widely at her and pulled at her hand. “Come on, let’s go jump in the shower so I can show you how much I enjoy you.” This was painless, an easy transition. As far as Henry could tell, he was trading some of his time and a spot in his bed for unlimited sex and kisses. That was a really good trade! He should have done this girlfriend thing like, ages ago.

If it stayed this easy, and he didn’t have to make any extreme changes to his life, then this was going to be the perfect relationship for the both of them. “Hopefully Parker is ready,” Henry muttered as he stood up and grabbed at Min’s hand, tugging and pulling her toward the attached bathroom, where the shower was already running and warming up for the pair.

Min-seo wanted to get a start on making the room more livable for herself and by extension Henry, but even the most arduous of tasks could wait until after a shower. Besides, it wasn’t like the room could get any more filthy - though that wasn’t a theory she was wanting to test. Breakfast, shower, what sounded like code for sexual activity in the shower, dressing and then maybe emptying some trash into a garbage bag to deposit on the way to school. It was a start. If she did her morning class homework during lunch then she could probably make a decent dent after school and still have time to finish the rest of homework. Assuming, of course, that the morning shower was the day’s only wonderful distraction.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was an itinerary and Min-seo was already mapping out a rough schedule in her head as she was whisked along into the bathroom. Why did she even question if the shower would be big enough for two people? Of course it was. She was in a mansion that would give her father’s skyscrapers and suites a run for their money. ”Do not worry….about Parker...for at least….ten minutes?” Min-seo gave her boyfriend a reassuring kiss before being the first one into the shower. Right now, it was just the two of them and the refreshing warmth of the water, and Min-seo knew these ten minutes would feel as long as the rest of world.

~~


Min-seo’s assumption about Henry’s words being code for ‘sexual activity in the shower’ had been more than on point. Luckily for her, Henry made sure she was as clean as could be, even going so far as to lather her up himself. Once they were done, dried, and clothed, Henry led her out of the room, holding her hand the whole way as they traversed over the messy, landmine, no-man’s zone of a room.

Once they escaped over the obstacles of garbage and dirty clothes, Henry looked at Min-seo’s old room, now Parker’s. “I’ll get someone to move all of your stuff into our room while we’re at school and out today. That way, when we get home, everything is there for you to… y’know, do whatever you want with.” Henry shrugged his shoulders, before adding, “Hey, maybe while we’re at the mall we can go clothes shopping for you? More stuff like what you wore last night. And like… cute lingerie and bra and panties combos, but that’s for me.” With a grin and a wink, Henry kissed Min’s cheek before turning and knocking rapidly on the door to the room where Parker was waiting.

“Parker? You ready to rock n’ roll dude?” He asked, before turning the door knob and pushing the door inward. What was the worst that could be going on? Parker was wicked innocent, and beside, Henry had to make sure that her cat (why did she get a fucking cat?) wasn’t messing up Min’s things before they had a chance to move them into her new room.

Parker might not have been one hundred percent, but where Min-seo had expected Parker to be a bit of a mess she was instead pleasantly surprised to see that she was somewhat presentable. Granted, Parker was still in her clothes from yesterday, the ones she had slept in, but given the fact that she had had cinnamon rolls for breakfast and there wasn’t a crumb or frosting on her face or hands was something of a small miracle. Unbeknownst to Henry and Min, Parker did originally have a bit of a cinnamon warzone on her face, but when she went to play with Jasmine and saw her hands were crumbly and messy which meant Jasmine’s fur would get sticky and thus be hard to pet, Parker washed up. She dunked her hands in the tub then her face and then, amidst the laughter such an act caused, she went in the tub proper - still fully clothed. With wet clothes still clinging to her, Parker left the tub after a few minutes and returned to make sure Jasmine had eaten her breakfast.

The clothes were still wet, but they didn’t seem to bother Parker who, when Henry and Min-seo entered, was playing with a catnip mouse-shaped teaser and clapping as Jasmine swiped at it. Her attention was turned to Henry and Mincy just as Jasmine pawed at the toy with a mewl. ”WHERE ARE WE GOING? HI, MINCY!”

Henry was always learning something. This time, he seemed to be learning that Parker needed help with… well, everything. That was okay, he could do it. Henry had a list of life cheat codes afforded to him by his mom, his pops, and different family members. He would just have to help Parker employ some of those in her own life, which would make things better for the lot of them! Right now, though? Henry had to get her in some clothes… “Well, I guess you technically got in the shower, huh? Did you use soap…? You know what, doesn’t matter. You gotta put on dry clothes before you can get in the car, dude.” Henry’s voice was kind of firm, as if he was trying to show Parker that she probably shouldn’t bathe with her clothes on.

“We’re going to the mall. You and Min need stuff, so I’m gonna get you stuff. I gots a list in my head. We’ll be done and out of there before school starts. We shouldn’t be late, or if we are, not that grossly late.” Henry shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t care if he was late, but he knew that Min-seo had a thing about attendance, and schoolwork, and being smart. She was pretty smart, and once he helped her get a better grasp of the language, she was sure to be even moreso. “As you can see, Min, there’s the cat.”

Min-seo really had to wonder what Parker’s parents were like, apart from ‘clearly not around’, and what they might think of the fact that their child operated at her own sort of pace. There was something enviable about how Parker viewed and experienced the world but Min-seo couldn’t imagine living in Parker’s shoes for even one hour. Still, it was impossible not to crack a smile watching the way Parker was absolutely taken with her cat. Min still had her doubts that it was a good idea to entrust Parker with a living creature but Min couldn’t deny that it seemed to be a positive influence on her.

”YOU CAN’T BE IN HERE HENRY, YOU’RE NOT A GIRL!” Parker, at being told she was going to have to put on dry clothes, was trying, and struggling, to lift the wet shirt over her head. Min-seo placed her palm upwards to apologetically wave to Henry as she aided Parker in the herculean task of taking a wet, clingy shirt off of someone. For some reason, Min-seo felt like a mother even though she had only been in a relationship less than twenty four hours.

It took a good ten minutes, but Parker was in a fresh set of clothes and saying goodbye to Jasmine while Min-seo was helping her out into the hallway. Min-seo gave Henry a kiss on the cheek as the trio was equipped and ready to embark on their journey. ”I am...not doing that...everyday.”

“You’re a hero.” Henry said as he took Min’s hand and squeezed it, happy to see that Parker was now not only wearing clothes and being clean, but wearing dry clothes. “You won’t have to do it again, don’t worry. I got this.” Henry seemed, if nothing else, to be at least confident of his ability to reign Parker in.

~~


Within a few minutes of leaving the mansion, getting piled into the car (Min rode shotgun now, with Henry’s hand resting on her knee the whole way), the party found themselves at the mall. Henry led them as a group to the cell phone store. In there, he glided the two girls toward the saleswoman, who smiled at the group. “Hi! How may I help you today?” Little did this woman know that she was about to make a giant commission, possibly one that would change her life.

“I need a new phone for her. And a new phone for her.” Henry explained, gesturing at each of the girls, before pointing at Parker. “Her phone needs to be durable. I’m talking, waterproof, drop proof, thrown against the wall proof. As tanky as possible. She’s not a very responsible person, so put a tracker in it too… and she’ll need an Assistant. It’s her first phone, so do it up right and get her all the little accessories, like speakers and a nice case and a fast charger and some nice headphones and a little mounty thingy for when she wants to play games.” Henry then moved to point at Min-seo, “her phone needs a dope camera. Like, the dopest camera you have. She’s, uh… an aspiring Instagram model.” Close enough to the truth.

The saleswoman shook her head, “that’s a lot of stuff for a teenager… What’s the name on your account?”

Henry tapped his chin. “Uh, Green. Henry Green. It’s, fuck I hope this is the right mom, it’s under Alyssa Green.”

And then, the saleswoman’s demeanor changed entirely.

“Why didn’t you say so?! I’ll be right back with some options.”

Min-seo didn’t even have an Instagram account. Anymore. She deleted it in the airport the day of her flight to America, a final effort to leave her old life in Korea in order to immerse herself in the American experience. She didn’t clarify this to the clerk, though she was blushing at the little white lie. The camera on her soon to be new phone wasn’t there to take pictures of ducks in the pond. She had a hunch, though, that before the day was done she was going to be reactivating her account.

Parker, meanwhile, was unusually quiet only because she was occupying her time by looking through the different accessories; it was a small miracle that she wasn’t taking things off the shelf and dropping them on the floor. Most of the cases were boring flat colors but she gasped rather audibly when her eyes spotted a bright, colorful case that also had exactly what Parker loved. The case in question featured a stained glass mosaic of Disney princesses and she snatched it into her hands so quickly that the other accessories shook like they were in a wind tunnel. ”HENRY! I WANT THIS ONE! THIS IS MY PHONE!” She thrust the phone case into Henry’s torso. ”I DIDN’T SEE A DUCK PHONE FOR MINCY.”

Parker seemed to think the phone case was, in fact, an actual phone.

Henry took the case from Parker and shook his head. “Park, this is just a phone case, you like… put it on your phone to keep it from cracking and stuff, y’know? Cuz if you didn’t and you dropped it, it would explode. But that’s great, thanks. I’ll get you that one.” Henry said, before sitting it down on the counter. Well, that was one part of their shopping done, however small it may be. “You can get some other stuff if you want it. Like speakers, or a smart watch. Or some headphones. Headphones would be a good one.” Henry suggested to Parker as the saleswoman walked up with two boxes in hand.

“Alright, I have a phone here that’s rated for outdoor usage. It’s made with a special kind of material that can survive drops of up to 50 feet, as well as survive light to medium water damage. It also does have an Assistant on it. and I can run you through first time setup —”

Henry shook his head, “Nah, that’s cool, I’ll help her with that. Will this case fit on it?” He asked, holding up the Disney princess case, and the shopkeep nodded, “dope.” He said, then the woman turned her attention to Min-seo.

“And then for you, Miss, I have this phone here. It can get different lens attachments, but the base camera is pretty solid, at the top of the pack as far as megapixels per photo goes. And, it records video in 4k resolution, and it has ultra slo-mo. It also does come with Assistant software, if you’re interested in that!”

“Ultra slo-mo? Huh.” Henry was already getting ideas.

Parker didn’t have to be told twice. Being given essentially a blank check to get stuff meant that she set about looking for things that went with her brand new Disney branded phone. If there was an applicable accessory, Parker was pawing at it. She was like a kid at Christmas, moreso than usual; she didn’t know what a smart watch was but because she was told she could get one, she was getting one. Half of the things Henry was talking about went right over her head, but Parker was getting a phone, her own phone! Now she and Daisy could talk and Parker didn’t have to steal Henry’s phone to play games or to take pictures.

Min-seo, meanwhile, was merely shocked that her secondary phone was far and away more feature rich than her present phone. That it wasn’t going to be used for strictly communication purposes was not lost on her. What did she need ultra slo-mo for? She was almost afraid to find out. ”I know...about...Assistant...I...don’t need…” She didn’t want to come off as rude so she simply offered a nod to the clerk. Min never really saw the need for an Assistant, she was good at keeping hold of her own schedules and it wasn’t like the robot voice could cook jajangmyeon. But maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing to have.

”This phone will...work.”

The woman behind the counter shook her head at Min’s attempts to dismiss her need for an Assistant, instead going straight into shill mode. “Are you sure? Assistants are valuable in day-to-day life. They can do —” She was going to go on, but she was silenced by Henry holding his hand up and covering her face.

“She’ll take the Assistant. Hamilton would be pissed if I didn’t jump at the opportunity to get him a friend. She doesn’t need help with the setup either, I’ll do it too.” Henry said, shifting into control of the situation again, trying to steer them toward efficiency. “Look, we have a lot of stuff to do. We picked out the phones. We’re living now. We’re gonna need a case and screen protectors for that phone, and screen protectors for the phone with the princess case, and then make sure they get all the best accessories. Anyway… PARK! We’re gonna pick it up on the way out!” He said, standing up and gesturing for Min-seo to stand with him. “Just put it on the bill, okay?” He added to the clerk, who gave him a nod.

With that, Henry headed toward the door. “Alright, we’re gonna go clothes shopping now, so get excited for that!” He said, clapping his hands together before he took Min’s hand and interlaced their fingers. “I think you should get a hat, Park.”

Clothes was something Min-seo had more of an interest in, at least compared to phones. She had selected her wardrobe, save the ones that were used in her commercial and promotional work for that brief period of time, since she was old enough to know the difference between a bustier and a basque. The clothing she brought to America were chosen by her to maximize comfort and make while also being as low key as possible. That might have led to her clothes being conservative by American teen standards but Min liked them and that was the important thing.

Something told her that the clothes store Henry was taking her was more in line with the more skintilation side of things. The last thing she wanted to do was stand out, but given who she was the girlfriend of it seemed that she’d be noticed just by association. Did that mean she had to alter her entire wardrobe? She hoped not, but then the only reason the previous night happened was because of finding her soft drink commercial on the internet. Perhaps a happy medium could be found, but Min-seo would figure that out when it came up.

”WHY? HATS ARE STUPID.” Parker, miraculously, didn’t leave a pile of destruction in the phone store though she did push her way through Henry and Min’s legs to walk in front of them rather than just walk to their side. ”I DON’T WANT CLOTHES!” For Parker, there was nothing more boring in the mall than the clothing store, except for maybe the book store but that at least had picture and comic books.

“I think you’d look good in a hat. Plus, if you don’t have on you’re gonna need to brush your hair all the time, and who wants to do that? Just wear a hat, trust me. Brushing hair is butt, and you don’t wanna deal with that in the mornings. Just cover it with a hat and you can get away with it not being brushed out every day. And I don’t care what you want, you need clothes. We’re gonna get you like five outfits school, and like, I dunno, three for fun times. That way you can look nice and then you got shitty clothes you can get dirty in too.” Henry said, attempting to put his foot down so that Parker would just agree with him. He really wanted this to be easy, but it seemed sometimes like she was intent on making it the opposite… “Min, you can get whatever you want while we’re shopping for Parker. I got a feeling it might be better if you and me come alone for the more fun shoppin’, since I’m gonna have to make sure I keep her on track.”

The problem with Henry’s reasoning, as sensible as it was, was that there were far too many words and Parker promptly stopped listening right around the time hair brushing was brought up. Nobody wore hats to school and Parker didn’t want to be known as ‘the hat girl’ but if she didn’t have to try anything on then getting a couple shirts was probably okay. The store probably had a bunch of cute shirts to choose from! She’d still be bored out of her mind but at least she was willing to go with it for the moment. ”YOU SAID BUTT!” Parker pointed and laughed at Henry, enjoying poking fun where she could.

Min-seo nodded her agreement about the Parker situation and she was somewhat glad that Parker’s presence meant Min got to put off shopping for the more revealing clothing for at least a little while. The last thing she needed to do was to show up to school today sporting an outrageous new look. Give her a clothing store and a no limit credit card and Chae Min-seo could put together an ensemble. ”I...agree. We can...come back...just us.” The idea of shopping with Henry wasn’t a bad one, though she hoped he wouldn’t mind sitting in the ‘boyfriend chair’ for a good hour plus when it came to it.

“I’ll tell you what, Parker. If you start wearing a hat, I will.” Henry said with a disappointed shake of his head as he guided the group into the clothing store. Looking at Min, he nodded his agreement and squeezed her hand. “Sounds good. We can go tomorrow after school, or today if you’re not busy. We’ll see what’s up, though. Maybe you’ll get dragged on some wacky adventure and meet new friends because of it.” He gave her a grin, and then stepped forward to grab Parker’s arm and spin her so she was facing him. Henry’s face was very serious now, as he looked down at Parker.

“Four t-shirts. Two jackets. Three pairs of jeans. Underwear and stuff. Get that junk, and then anything else you get is just bonus. Speed of light, Parker. I wanna see how fast you can load up a cart. You only get one cart though! It’s a game. You get more points if you get everything I told you too. And it has to fit. The prize? You’ll find out if you win.” Henry finished his spiel, and hoped that Parker had paid attention to most of it. If she had… he knew her well enough to know that it would set her on a fanatic charge. Parker liked to win.

Min-seo had to have a bit of a chuckle at the thought of meeting new friends on some kind of adventure. So far her circle of friends was seventy five percent people she knew via Henry and that was being generous in calling Brian a friend. The last twenty five percent was Kit which was why Min-seo was glad to have a friend she made on her own merits. She could admit, though, that the idea of meeting new people was a good one.

Parker on the other hand was nodding her understanding. Serious face meant this was important and Parker listened as well as could be expected - barely up until Henry said it was a game. Parker liked games even if she wasn’t always the best at them. She was going to win this one. She repeated the numbers on her own fingers, four, two, three, four two three. Maybe the prize was a second cat. Or ice cream. Or...or an ice cream bar in the shape of a cat! Like from the cartoon! Cookie Cat! As soon as Henry’s grip loosened on her arm, she was off, beelining for the shirts and gravitating towards the brightly colored ones or ones with funny words or characters on them.

”HOW LONG DO I HAVE?” Her voice rang from the child and pre-teen shirt section, drawing a couple of confused looks from employees and shoppers alike.

Min, seeing the display, gave Henry’s hand a gentle squeeze. ”You are...good with her…”

“Uhh… YOU GOT FIFTEEN MINUTES PARKER! SHOULD BE PLENTY OF TIME!” Henry called back, before looking at Min and grinning, “thanks, I guess. I try my best. Parker’s kind of a pain sometimes, but I love her anyway. I bought us fifteen minutes.” Henry said, before he tugged Min-seo toward the private dressing rooms. “Now I only need five, so ten of those are gonna be all about you.”

It took a moment for Min-seo to understand what exactly Henry meant. Why were they going to the dressing rooms, neither of them had anything to try on? It was when they got inside that putting clothes on was not the plan of action. Her eyes went wide and a puzzled exclamation sounded from her mouth. ”Here? Now?” It was one thing in the shower, that was private and there weren’t customers walking around. She was going to have to be quiet.

Fortunately she had an idea as to how. For a few minutes, anyway.


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Featuring: Owen “Who Are You?” Lyon, Zachary “Flower Boy” Webb, and Samantha “Sam Assiter” Lassiter
Time: After School




Zach had no idea what he was doing. Usually, he was pretty confident in himself, because he kept to things he knew. Stuff like comic books, academics, painting miniatures, and the lore of video games. Stuff like that. Stuff that made sense at a basic level. Not stuff like women. He’d been nothing but awkward and cringey in his interaction with Sam, but he still wanted to do something. He hadn’t know what exactly he should do, so he talked to his mom, and his mom made a pretty solid suggestion: buy her flowers. So, Zach had done exactly that. He’d skipped tabletop club, under the grounds that nothing ever happened there anyway (Paul and Cedric had begrudgingly accepted this sentiment), and went to Hummingbird Creations, where he’d had a bouquet of brightly colored flowers put together. From there, he’d left to the only hint he had about where she might be: the 365 Combat Club. And here he was! Zachary pushed open the glass doors with his free hand, holding the bouquet in the others, and looked around for the tall woman.

As the bell dinged that another person was coming in, Owen dropped the bar he’d been using to deadlift, and its weights hit the ground with a loud bang. His head whipped over to the door, expecting to see someone he knew, but he tilted his head slightly when he saw the young looking kid standing there with… flowers in his hands? Owen shook his head and walked over, his headphones wrapped around his neck, “who are you?” He asked, and the younger boy seemed to physically retreat. Great, a pussy.

“Uh, I’m Zach. I’m looking for Sam.” Zach spoke in a quick voice and Owen shifted his weight, staring at the kid as if he wasn’t making any sense. Then, Owen noticed the flowers.

“Those for her?” Owen asked, and the kid nodded, “this oughta be good. She’s over there.” Owen said, and pointed. Zach smiled his thanks and headed in the direction he was guided in, with Owen following. He didn’t want to miss the show.

Joseph Shivers was born in New Jersey in the year 1920. A textile chemist by trade his claim to fame was in the invention and development of spandex as an alternative to rubber. Spandex, of course, being a synthetic fiber known for its elasticity and being more durable than its contemporary. It was introduced into the world in 1962 and revolutionized the clothing industry. Even today the effects of spandex are continually felt. While not technically the inventor of perhaps the greatest use of spandex known to mankind, Joseph Shivers deserves a considerable amount of praise for opening the door for the show that awaited Zach further inside the 365 Combat Club.

Given the nature of spandex and how form fitting and flattering it was, what awaited Zach in the middle of a bout of shadow boxing was not up to the imagination. It was curved at a perfect sloped angle with a firmness that meant it didn’t sag yet a softness that meant it shook with each step or motion no matter how slight. The proportion was a golden ration - spherical like a globe while protruding upwards and outwards; larger than a strict bubble but not obscenely so. Juicy like a peach with a surface area that would surely have a hand sinking into the skin like the best type of quicksand. The only thing separating Sam Lassiter’s ass from being bared for the Club as a whole was a single pair of form-fitting yoga pants.

Sam was throwing punches at the air, weaving, and bouncing on her feet when Owen and the flower boy came in. Sam noticed through the corner of her eyes upon seeing the movement in her peripheral. ”What’s up, dude?” She was speaking specifically to Owen and not missing a beat in her shadow boxing. ”Wanna go a few? I’m feeling limber.”

The hardest choices require the strongest wills.

Truer words had never been spoken, and the weight of the statement was standing in front of Samantha Lassiter. Owen, with a will made of iron — no, a will made of vibranium — never took his eyes below Sam’s neck. With his arms folded over his chest, Owen shook his head. “No way, bro. I don’t hit no girls; ain’t my style.” Was Owen’s reply, and when he glanced at Zach, Owen saw firsthand what a weaker will looked like. Where Owen’s eyes strictly met Sam’s, it was easy to tell where Zach’s were.

In fact, the younger boy’s mouth was agape as he gazed at Sam’s most valuable asset. Owen reached out with a single finger and closed Zach’s mouth with a light push. Owen shook his head, and shoved Zach forward slightly, ready to watch everything come crashing down, hard. This push seemed to work, and at least break Zach’s fascination. “Oh, uhm. These are for you!” Zach said, thrusting the multi-colored bouquet of flowers in Sam’s direction, holding them up. The pleasant scent of flowers floated up into her nostrils, as Zach continued on. “I was wondering if you… wanted to go to the movie night on Friday with me?”

Kid had heart, Owen had to admit that. It was brave to ask Sam that bluntly, and it was possibly stupid to hand her flowers, but… he went for it. Maybe he didn’t know about the Lassiter Challenge, though Owen supposed he was about to learn the hard way.

One day Owen would get over his girl hitting thing and they would have a proper spar, of that Sam was certain. She might well have been top of the foodchain when it came to the Combat Club but it wasn’t a definitive ranking until she and Owen met one on one in a ring. One day. She shrugged her shoulders at his refusal once more and would have gone back to working out were it not for Owen’s guest of honor. She had seen the flowers and just figured Owen was trying out the weaker sex for a change until Flower Boy was pushed forward and stammered appropriately.

Sam took a step back and looked towards Owen with a rather obvious ‘is this dude serious’ expression. He had guts trying to circumvent the Challenge, or maybe he just didn’t know any better. ”Those are hibiscuses.” Sam shook her head at the flowers, they looked like roses or tulips, standard fare. Sam liked hibiscus for being unique and vibrant and multicolored and flowering with wide petals. The hibiscus was used as a sign in Hawaii and Tahiti, Sam learned from her father after he had shot a movie there: a hibiscus behind the left ear then the woman was married or had a boyfriend, behind the right and she was available for a relationship. She’d never worn a hibiscus apart from when she was a child on vacation in Hawaii but ever since they had been her favorite flower. And this dude didn’t even know that yet here he was asking her to a movie night.

”Alright, if you really wanna do this.” Sam shrugged and stepped to the far right corner of the ring. ”Owen, get this flower boy some gear.” Whether or not Zach knew it, he was now participating in the Lassiter Challenge.

Owen shrugged his shoulders, and put an arm around Zach’s. “Come on, kid. We’ll be back in a sec, Same.” He said, leading Zach away. Owen caught Zach’s eye and saw even more confusion than before in it, “what, you don’t know? If you can beat Sam in a fight, you get to sleep with her. If you can’t, or won’t fight her, then you don’t get to date her, dude. Good luck, dude. She’s gonna thrash you.” Owen said as he reached into a locker and pulled out a pair of gloves. He grabbed some headgear and looked at it, then at Zach, and then threw it back into the locker. “Put the gloves on, take your shirt off, and you should be good.”

“Wait, shouldn’t I get like gym shorts or something?” Zach asked as he looked down at the gloves and the flowers still in his hands. He handed the flowers over to Owen, who made a face, but ultimately held onto them. “In case I need to… kick or something.”

“Fight ain’t gonna last long enough for you to need to kick, dude. In fact, if you’re even in there long enough to punch at her, then I’ll commend you.” Owen said as Zach pulled his shirt off and tugged the gloves on. “Nobody really wins the Challenger, so you’re just gonna jump in the ring, get your ass kicked, and then never come back. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s only been conquered once, and that didn’t end well. It’s a fun little show for me, though.” Owen said, pushing Zach back toward the ring. “Just don’t feel bad about it if you lose. It’s par for the course.”

“Wait. How many people have tried?” Zach asked, and Owen shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno. Like… six, maybe seven? Probably more than that. Dude, you saw Sam from behind. A lot.” Owen said, before he shoved Zach toward the ring. Zach took one last glance over his shoulder at Owen, before rolling into the ring and looking at Sam.

“So, uhm. How does this work exactly? How do I win? What are the rules?”

Sam almost felt sorry for the guy, but if he had any intention of actually dating her then he had to go through the same scenario as everyone else. Just a quick glance at him told Sam that this dude had a snowball’s chance in hell of making it far at all. If she were in a better mood she might even have let him get in a hit or two. Instead she could promise only to do no lasting damage, other than to his pride. ”How it works is you try to get me down for the ten and I try not to break your nose. Trust me, dude, you’re not winning. Don’t worry about the rules.”

“Alright… Oh, fuck I forgot I broke the bell. Uh… Ding ding ding!”

Sam waited until the ‘bell’ sounded, as per the rules of any fair fight, and the first move she made was to come in low with her fists up, jabbing at Zach’s right side then following up with a straight left to the face, pulling only enough so as not to have his face crunching beneath her knuckles.

Ow. Zach had never been hit before, so he didn’t have a frame of reference for how much it hurt. Unfortunately for him, it hurt a lot. Fortunately for him, Sam hit hard enough that he immediately fell unconscious and crumpled to the ground. The next thing he saw was Owen crouching over him, shaking his head. “...how’d I do?” Zach asked, before reaching up and touching his head. Owwwww.

“Honestly? You did about average. Bad news is, average isn’t a win. You’re outta here. Chalk that shit up as a loss. Good game, no r e. Go home.” Owen said, as Zach sat up and winced. Owen stood up to his full feet, and held out a hand to pull Zach up to his feet. Zach stumbled a little bit, and touched his head again, nodding slowly.

“I lost? Can I try again?” Zach asked, and Owen paused. No one ever wanted to try again, it was typically a ‘one and done’ scenario, as most people didn’t like the harm it did to their pride losing to Sam so handily. Owen found that he didn’t have an answer to that question, and instead turned his attention to Sam.

“Hey, dude wants to go again. Do you allow second tries? I can’t remember anyone askin’ for one.”

Sam had stepped out of the ring and was nursing a bottle of water with a towel around her neck. It was a good thing her punch had knocked Zach unconscious just so he didn’t have to hear Sam call to Owen ’get this flower boy out of my ring’ in a rather arrogant, victorious sort of manner. But she was done with her work out for the day and could let her hair down, so to speak. She nearly spat out her water when she was hit with the most shocking question this side of ‘why do you have Henry’s dick pics on your phone?’

”What are you, some kinda masochist, dude? I beat you in one punch and it wasn’t even full strength. There’s no point in round two right now. I’ll give you a second try the day you can get halfway up the rope.” That seemed more than fair in Sam’s eyes. What good would it be to let him go again when the result was going to be the same? Still, points for asking. Most dudes just left with a sour expression and muttering about how “no ass is worth that”.

”Thanks for the workout, though.” Sam turned away from Owen and Zachary to mutter something under her breath using the excuse of rummaging through her gear bag. ”And for the flowers.”

“Right. Halfway up the rope.” Zach muttered, before looking at Owen. Owen, who had been hoping that Sam would shut it down, let out a sigh and pointed at the climbing rope hanging from the rafters near the center of the gym. Zach stared at the rope for a few seconds, before nodding his agreement. “Yeah, seems fair.” Zach stepped out of the ring and walked away, wondering how he was going to figure this out. It wasn’t until he got nearly out the door that Owen spoke up.

“Dude, I would just walk out and not come back, dude. She’ll just beat you again unless you magically learn to fight. You got some kinda magic bean you’re gonna eat that teaches you how to thrash people? Because I doubt it. Plus, your scrawny ass couldn’t climb a quarter of the way up the rope, let alone halfway.” Owen was trying to do what was best for the kid, but it seemed he’d struck a nerve, as Zach looked more angry than he’d looked since rolling into the gym.

“What’s the point of her stupid challenge if no one can beat her?” Zach demanded, and Owen immediately held up a hand to stop him right there.

“I could beat her ass, but I don’t hit no chicks and I got a girl anyway. But you ain’t go—”

“If you could beat her why don’t you just train me? I’ll come to the gym like every day and we can practice and you can help me get strong enough to win, right?” Zach asked, and Owen responded by narrowing his eyes. “I mean, you’re the best right? Teach me. I just wanted to take her to the movies.

“Alright fine! But there’s gonna be some rules and regulations. Rule #1. I will exclusively call you Young Grasshopper. Rule #2. You will be here every day at 5:45 AM sharp to open up. If you cannot get here by that time I will pick you up. We’ll discuss your workout regime tomorrow. Rule #3. Do whatever I say without asking questions. We’ll make a man out of you yet. Now go home, and don’t fall asleep, you probably have a concussion.” Owen said, before scribbling his number on a piece of a napkin from the dispenser by the door and pushing Zach out of the building. Owen then turned and went back to Sam.

“Hey, Same. What are you gonna do with the flowers? Do you want me to toss ‘em?”

Sam was relaxing now that her workout and ‘spar’ was concluded; it was nice to just take a load off and let her adrenaline cool. She regarded Owen with a half-hearted lifting wave of her arm before dabbing at her forehead with the towel ‘round her shoulders. ”Dude, who was that kid? He’s not afraid to get his ass beat by a girl, unlike someone I know.” Now the ribbing could begin in earnest, as typical.

”No, I’ll take care of the flowers. They’re technically mine so, like, I’ll chuck ‘em on my way out.” What Owen didn’t realize was while he was dealing with the ‘challenger’, Sam picked up the flowers where Owen had left them and dropped them into her bag. Once she was on her way home she’d give them air to breathe before finding a suitable vase at home. ”Was he staring at my ass when he came in?”

“I dunno who he is. Some kid named Zach.” Owen shrugged his shoulders, but chose not to mention that he’d agreed to help Zach out so he’d possibly have a chance the next time they fought. “And I ain’t afraid to get beat by a girl, I just don’t want to hurt you, dude.” He protested and rolled his eyes. Sam didn’t seem to have any intentions of giving that one up, did she? Owen hadn’t fought her yet and didn’t intend to.

“I mean, yeah he was. Why do you ask? Doesn’t like, everyone do that?”

Now it was Sam’s turn to roll her eyes and act indignant. Owen just didn’t get it. No one was staring at his ass all the time, as if there was anything to stare at in the first place. ”Dude, how would you feel if instead of talking to you people just stared at your dick all the time?” She paused a moment before sighing in realization. ”Nevermind, you’d probably pop at least half chub. But it’s like, people only care about my ass and not me. You have to earn the right to gawk at my ass.”

Sam wasn’t even sure where she was going with this topic other than general annoyance at people staring without even saying hello first. ”Wait, do you stare? Not cool, dude.”

“Hey, dude, I dunno if you know this: but Owen’s actually a pretty private guy. I hate being stared at, and I was stared at a whole lot for the past like two months since Trixie dumped my ass. And no, I don’t stare at your ass! That’s gross, dude. We’re like, friends. I don’t even know what all the fuss is about, but it looks like everyone else does.” Owen shook his head and decided to shift the subject, he’d felt the slightest hints of insecurity emanating from Sam, and knew it was his responsibility as her friend to step in and reassure her. “Look, dude. That’s not how people are. You’re cool to talk to and fun to hang out with. The butt thing just like brings people in, right? Sam makes ‘em stay. Trust me. I knew you before you filled out. The ones who only want your body are the ones you knock out whenever they try to get you to go out with them. They just give up.” Owen frowned. “Of course, this guy didn’t just give up. Weird. I’ll ask him tomorrow if he wants all of Sam Lassiter or if he wants Sam Lassiter’s below the belt parts only.”

For that startlingly effective pepper upper of a pep talk, Sam responded in the only way that seemed appropriate: she punched Owen lightly in the shoulder. A friend tap. Knowing full well retaliation wasn’t in the cards, she punched slightly above a tap but it was still barely anything other than a gesture of goodwill and thanks. ”Ten bucks says he’s just into Sam Assiter. I swear he looked familiar, though. Probably nothing. Thanks, dude. You may not wanna spar with me but you’ve got your uses after all.”
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That Cyndi girl on the screen was actually kinda cute. He needed to know more about her. For whatever reason, he just couldn’t get her out of his mind. It was one of those faces that you could remember for the rest of your life after seeing it just once.

He needed to know more.

Perusing and pulling his strings, Justin soon found out that Cyndi was the sister of a widely known Henry Green. Great, at least she had ties to someone he was at least familiar with. Now came the hard part of finding a way to contact her. Justin felt like a creep, but based on the information that he gathered, she wasn’t going to be back for a while. Might as well shoot his shot now.

Pulling up Instagram, Justin pulled up the search function in the app. He hesitated for just a second. Usually attempts to slide into someone’s DMs like that didn’t go too well most of the time. Justin really didn’t want to end up on the wrong side of someone like Cyndi. But at the same time, if he didn’t shoot his shot and take a risk, then he would potentially miss out on something great.

As the great Michael Scott once said, “‘You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.’ - Wayne Gretzky’”.

He typed in a C, preparing himself to sort through many Cindy and Cyndis, but as soon as he typed it in, she was the first result that popped up. Justin was honestly a little perplexed as to how Instagram knew that he wanted to find Cyndi. Either a higher power was trying to tell him something, or these phones were getting a lot smarter.

Pulling up her profile, he hit the option to send a direct message. The fact that she had her DMs open even to people he didn’t even follow was a good thing. Taking a deep breath, he began typing on his phone.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”Hey! Aren’t you that girl on the screen during the speech yesterday?”


He hit send, not spending a second thinking more about it. If he started second guessing himself, he was never going to get the message out. Now came the waiting.

By pure dumb luck, the message was received twenty minutes before Miss Cyndi Green would board on a direct flight from ICN to LAX, but she wasn’t the one that noticed the notification. Cyndi was preoccupied with her fans, taking pictures with two teenage girls, gorgeous Koreans, mind you, both aspiring dancers, that follow her religiously, especially her Vevo account. Her Vevo account hosts her dancing at INITIATE, her recitals, and her new, slowly growing pop music career. The one who noticed the message was her young, charming twenty-five year old butler, Xander, since his smartwatch lit up and his dark eyes trailed down to scan it.

Rule of thumb for a Green was the child, more often than not, was required to call their butler, Butler, to avoid attachment, but never did that work. Ever since Cyndi lost her first butler, who was vastly older than Xander, the rules were bent for therapeutic reasons. The baby Green needed someone who was not only her protector, but also her friend, which meant she needed to call him by his first name. In time, her family assigned a young boy, like seriously, he was only nineteen at the time when he started protecting Cyndi, that found his opportunity and won the Greens over by not only his exceptional fighting technique for his age, but also his personable skills. Amicable, witty, and full of charisma. Someone Cyndi could treat like an older brother, like Henry. The only difference was Xander was required to be near her at all times. Henry wasn’t.

The Greens most definitely had their own private jets, and yet, Cyndi insisted taking scheduled flights for moments like these. Moments where her fans could find her and discover that she isn’t too high in the clouds. She may be rich, but she wanted to stay humble no matter what. Once the two girls got everything they wanted from her, including a hug, they skipped off to show their parents, while Cyndi made her way to her butler, beaming a hopeful smile. “Soon, Xandy, we’ll be home! I literally can’t wait. Mommy, Mama, and Daddy will be so happy I’m back!” Her plump dancer booty bounced onto the seat beside Xander.

"You know who else can’t wait? A boy named Justin Quentin.” Xander playfully smirked, which was rewarded by a perplexed expression from his number one Priority. Justin? With a raised eyebrow, she pulled out her phone to see the insta-message from a boy. A… BOY. A boy she didn’t know!

Momentarily, she glanced up at her confidant and rushingly muttered, “W-What should I say? He… he saw me in my pajamies! Do you think he’s Henry’s friend? He probably is Henry’s friend. Why else would he message me? Or, or, maybe, he WANTS to be Henry’s friend.”

Shrugging like he didn’t know what the boy was trying to gain, Xander bit the end of his straw from his Starbucks vanilla bean frap, while chuckling, "Only one way to find out.” Xander wasn’t one to micromanage his Responsibility. Honestly, she was the easiest child to watch over, compared to the other two, in his opinion. Always aiming to be perfect for her mommy, Alyssa.

Henry’s butler had to go on vacation, for god’s sake. That kid was always playing with death and getting into trouble, making Alyssa downright explode on the daily. Thank god for Eve. And Hailey’s Butler? Man, social media was more than enough for him to see all the shit transpiring at BHHS. He had no doubt she was behind most of it. It took someone as equally calculative and ruthless to handle her. Xander could only respect his seniors.

Now, back to the matter at hand… whether he thought this boy’s pursuit would be a success or not didn’t matter, because if it was in Cyndi’s desire to become friends, or more than friends, with this boy, Xander would support her.

Truth be told, he thought this could do her some good. Right now, Cyndi was put in a new situation that she never dealt with before. A boy, from her school, was sliding into her dms. For what? We’ll have to wait and see.

Puffing her cheeks up, she glared at her phone, her thoughts racing. What could she say without sounding like an idiot? Finally, she huffed the air out and typed in response:

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“Hmmmm, I could be. Depends on who’s asking. :P”


His phone buzzed. This had the potential to either be really good or really bad. Justin was praying to whatever was up there that it was the former. Taking his phone, which was face down, he turned it around with his eyes closed. Opening his eyes, he saw that she… actually replied? Huh. He would’ve never expected that to work, but here he was.

Suddenly, he was frozen. He didn’t know how to respond. Currently, Justin was like Plankton after Mr. Krabs had given him the formula to the krabby patty. He’d come all this way only to not know what to do. He was sitting on a stool, staring at his phone as if it was going to give him an answer. How was he supposed to respond to something like this? He sighed, his fingers dangling above his phone’s keyboard as he typed in prospective responses.

None of them was satisfying Justin’s standards for DMs. He didn’t want to be a fuckboy, but at the same time he didn’t want to come across as being too awkward. He was the new starting quarterback. He had to act like he was one. This had no right to be as nervewracking as it was, but there he went. He knew nothing about Cyndi, other than the fact that she was cute and actually messaged him back.

Sighing, he’d finally decided on something to say. It might have not been the best thing in the world, but it would have to do for now. Not like his feeble teenaged brain could’ve thought up anything better anything.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”Well… I’m asking. Name’s Justin, as you can see above.”


“OH MY GOD, HE THINKS I’M AN IDIOT!” Cyndi shouted at her phone, only to squeak when she realized where she was. “Sorry… it’s nothing… go about your day, everyone.” Xander couldn’t help but smile at how passionate she was being, having no idea how flirty her words were coming across.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“Well, duh. But what does that mean to me? Isn’t there like a handful of Justins at our school? What makes you special?”


Was that bitchy? She hoped not…

JESUS. She responded back really quickly. Justin damn well nearly dropped his phone from the sheer strength of the vibration. He read the message. Good god, he really missed whatever it was she was implying. At least this response was easier to think of this time. He knew what exactly he had to say, and how he had to deliver it.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”Well for starters, I’m the only Justin that’s the starting quarterback for the BHHS football team? That unique enough?”


Leaning back in her seat, losing track of time, she tapped her phone on her chin while thinking of a response. Last time she remembered, Damian was quarterback. A lot of things have changed since she started studying abroad. Xander couldn’t help but pry. He felt sorry for the kid. At least it was reassuring that this Justin kid wasn’t trying to fuck Cyndi, but still… if Cyndi wasn’t so naive, she probably would be disappointed at his game.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“That’s pretty impressive in my book… and me?”


She paused for a second before adding:

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“What’s special about me...? it’s not everyday I get a message from a cute boy.”


Her cheeks flared red. Yes, while she was waiting for his responses, she may have stalked his insta-page and found his body highly attractive and pleasing to the eye. Xander blinked at what he was reading. For the first time in his working career, he was seeing glimpses of Eve’s seductive charm in her.

Justin had a stupid smile on his face. So she thought he was cute as well. Wasn’t very often that girls that he thought was cute also thought that he was cute as well. He’d gotten himself into a pretty favorable position now. He wish he knew more about Cyndi. He knew she was cute and that she was Henry’s sister, but unfortunately it was the extent of his knowledge of her. Maybe that’d change soon.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)


”You’re the only girl that’s as cute as you are.”


After reading that message, Cyndi placed the phone on her chest. She was feeling a new kind of excitement. He only saw her face and from that came a fondness. He liked her. This boy, who she knew nothing about, liked her. Someone that wasn’t her parents actually liked her, like in a new way. Not the family way because he had to. He liked her because she was… cute. Did he only like her on the surface or did he want to know more about her? Her thoughts were abruptly brought back to the present when the ticket agent called first class for boarding.

She needed to respond quickly!

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“Maybe you’ll see this cute girl soon.”


Biting her lip, she took a risk and quickly sent a picture of the airport screen that revealed she was coming home. But not her face. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)


“Very soon.”


And with that, she would end her replies for the next 15 hours.


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Last night was rough. The journey to recover her clothing had taken a lot out of Olivia’s drunk ass, which explained why she woke up with such a killer “headache”. Somehow, she’d made her way to the Sunshine Diner for her go-to hangover cure. Just based on the way she was dressed, it was fairly obvious as to what her intentions were at the Sunshine Diner. Nobody wore sunglasses this early in the morning unless they were hungover. Olivia stepped inside only to see a couple more people with the same idea. As a matter of fact, the only other people in this diner right now were fellow BHHS students. At least she wasn’t going to be going through the same shit alone.

Sitting down at a booth nearby, the waitress walked up to Olivia, immediately noticing her attire. ”I assume you want the BFD?” Olivia nodded. What was the BFD, exactly? Nobody knew. Hell, nobody knew what BFD actually stood for. Some people claimed that it stood for “Big Fucking Dab”, but not even the waitresses would confirm that. The only thing that could be determined from the plate was that there was a LOT of grease, some fried chicken, some pancakes, and a bottle of Gatorade involved.

Nearby, Logan and Kendall Thomas had just received their BFDs. They definitely took advantage of all the free drinks at the party last night. Unfortunately, because they were dumb teens who hadn’t been taught what their limits were, they were paying dearly for their overindulgence last night. Logan leaned in and sniffed it. Was that… vanilla she smelled? With hints of blueberries and smoked hickory sausage? Taking a bite, there was a whole roller coaster of flavors. It was like eating an entire meal at once. From appetizer all the way to desert, and boy did it kick.

Watching Logan’s reaction, Kendall poked at the dish full of indescribable items. Logan had made a face that had amounted to “not bad”, which was all the justification that she needed to start digging in. Kendall had an entirely different reaction to the dish. It tasted like fried chicken, which had come to her as a major shock. Their dad really did know how to make a hangover cure. Thankfully he didn't know that his daughters were right outside. They'd slipped the staff some 20s for their silence. "Dude... what the fuck is this? It's so weird tasting... but it's the good kind of weird."

Olivia was leaning over and watching Logan and Kendall tackle the BFD. The fighter honestly couldn't figure out what she was looking at. There was just so much to it that she could already anticipate the stomachache. Apparently it took forever to make as well. Olivia cleared her throat and tried to get the twins' attention. "Hey... how is that? Is it heavy?" Olivia asked curiously, watching them both look at her.

Logan and Kendall looked at each other, then back at Olivia. It looked like to Olivia that they'd just transmitted something telepathically. "It's... alright. You definitely need to experience it for yourself. I taste something different than what she tastes." Just as Logan finished up her explanation, Olivia's BFD had come out. It was piping hot, to the point where some of the grease was still visibly boiling. Olivia's headache was throbbing, and if she wanted to get rid of it, she needed to eat it immediately. Grabbing her fork, she took a chunk out of the large blue thing in the corner and bit down on it. It was oddly savory... but it was a good kind of savory, and it wasn't even that hot either.

In the meantime, Toby had been at the counter reading an issue of Captain Marvel. God, he loved Captain Marvel. But, he couldn't help but to eavesdrop on the conversation behind him. Seems like these ladies had a little too much fun at the party last night. Toby turned around, a slight smirk on his face. "You guys went to the party last night? How was that?"

Toby was here? Hm. It seemed like all of BHHS was here after all. Olivia had been nice enough to take initiative to answer. "It was good! Lots of fun, lots of drinks... which is why we're all here." Olivia then remembered who Toby was, but she wasn't really sure if he and Marshall were still dating. Didn't hurt to bring it up, though. Olivia chugged some Gatorade, before she wiped it off her mouth and pointed a fork at Toby. "I heard that Marshall went overboard last night. Anyone know what that was about?"

Logan and Kendall shrugged. They were far too wasted to remember anything last night. Toby raised an eyebrow, however. Marshall went overboard? "Did he now?" Toby sipped his coffee, "I hope he drowned."

Oof. So much for letting go.

An awkward lull had fallen on the conversation as Toby expressed his feelings about Marshall. The other three people in the diner didn't really know what to say. That had taken a morbid turn really fast. Suddenly, they could hear another noise in the background. "...yooooooo what the fuck happened last night?" Yung Steve slowly sat up in his booth, rising up like the Undertaker. Yung Steve didn't know how in the fuck he had managed to make his way to the Sunshine Diner, let alone know why he was in a booth. Looking down at his shirt, there was a large dark stain on it, which was indicative of alcohol being spilled on him. "Ay it looks like I got turnt though..."

Yawning, Yung Steve stretched his limbs. "What are y'all doin' here? There an afterparty I didn't know about?"

Kendall turned around and chimed in. "Who'd invite you to their party anyway?" Kendall was very well aware of Yung Steve's tunes. Needless to say, she wasn't a very big fan of Yung Steve's music. She thought his bars were whack as fuck and severely undercut his actually decent beats.

Double oof.

"Damn... no need to harsh my vibe like that." Yung Steve was clearly very offended by this. "I don't need none of this. Yung Stevey out." Yung Steve raised a peace sign and slowly descended back into his booth. Yung Steve didn't need haters like Kendall over there. All he needed was his fan(s).

The rest of the girls and Toby had went back to enjoying their BFDs privately. Yung Steve was busy being in his feelings and being hurt.

The door had opened again, revealing everyone's favorite androgynous girl, Brianna, and local car girl, Ellie. They'd decided to get breakfast this morning after meeting up at the party last night. Brianna had spotted her biggest rival, Olivia, and was immediately fired up. But, this was a diner. No point in fighting an obviously very hung over girl. The two had taken a seat nearby Olivia, looking at the menu to see what to order.

Unknowingly, they'd taken a seat right in front of Yung Steve's booth. As they were looking through the menu, Brianna remembered the funny moment between her and the rapper that was trying so hard to make it big. "Hey... were you there when I was trying to play catch with that one dude?"

"Yeah! What was his name... Rich Steve? Steve Young? Richy Steve? Lil Steve? I dunno. He couldn't catch a ball, though."

Yung Steve caught wind of his name being desecrated once again, rising like a phoenix out of the ashes. Clearing his throat, he startled the girls pretty badly with the announcement of his presence. "First off, it's Yung Steve. Second of all... I was cold, okay? Cut me some slack."

"So was I, but you didn't see me drop balls."

"That's because I was going easy on you. Just because you beat people up doesn't mean I gotta go hard all the time. Gotta take it easy once in a while, ya feel?"

"Okay there, Steve. Okay." Brianna rolled her eyes, returning to more important things at hand.

Back just a bit, the three people eating the BFD had finally finished. They were full, and strangely enough their headaches had disappeared. It was like they were entirely new people again. They didn't know what hit them, but they sure as hell weren't going to question it.

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Featuring: Ariana Song and Kit Thomas




Lunch time was, arguably, the most important time of any student’s day. That was doubled on this, the holiest of days: Pizza day. There was something about school lunchroom pizza that made it irresistible, almost to the point of being addicting. It was heavy, thick, and full of cheese. Grease soaked through the napkin underneath it, damn near through the fucking plastic tray. If there was more than two pieces of pepperoni on your ‘za on pizza day? Go buy a lottery ticket, you aren’t gonna get much luckier than that.

Pizza day was a holy day. Pizza day, everyone was happy. Because they got to enjoy the delicious, tasty, greasy, heavy pizza. The unifier.

And Kit Thomas didn’t have enough. She couldn’t have enough, there wasn’t enough pizza in the world. Maybe it was the weed? Maybe it was the high metabolism of a young girl, most likely it was just the weed. But she’d already had three pieces, and the cafeteria lady was cutting her off at five, and she didn’t know where Min was! So she had to find someone who would give her the pizza.

Luckily for her, her search led her to someone who was equally Korean as Min-seo, and she flopped down in front of the girl who was wearing sunglasses, with a piece of so far untouched pizza on her plate. Kit slapped the table in front of her, before exclaiming. “Those are some THICC sunglasses. You must be hungover. If you eat that pizza? You’ll puke. I’ll eat it.”

Ariana had one hell of a night last night… one that she barely remembered. Based on the way her gait was, she probably had a little extra curricular fun as well. She knew there was definitely a lot of alcohol involved as well. Hell, she was still hungover from last night, which explained the fat sunglasses she had on. She needed a place to get some time to herself, and what better place to do it than a cafeteria full of screaming kids?

Ariana’s head was pulsing. Her head really, really hurt. Didn’t help that some random freshie came out of nowhere and asked for her pizza. The poor hungover girl winced at the really loud noise outta nowhere, before pulling her sunglasses down to glare at her. ”If I give you this pizza, will you shut up and get outta my face?”

Geeze, someone was in a mood. Kit decided to chalk that up to the woman across from her not having any pizza. While she didn’t follow the ‘get out of my face’ suggestion, Kit at least quieted down. How long it would last though, was anyone’s guess. Kit tossed her backpack off of her shoulder and unzipped it, pulling out two clear ziplock baggies, one containing an amalgamation of (somewhat burnt) French Fries and tater tots, and the other having some kind of seasoning stuff.

Kit took the piece of pizza she’d managed to get from the cafeteria lady, and the piece she’d taken from this strange, somewhat attractive, all the way grumpy, Korean girl and sat them side by side. Then, she set about the task of carefully arranging the fries and tots on top of the pizza, before dusting the pieces with whatever was in the second bag.

Then, with a mouthful of pizza, Kit spoke again.

“You look like someone ate you and spat you out then stepped on the remains and rubbed their boot in it to smear it around on the sidewalk and then… you know what? I’ll just paraphrase. You look like a pornstar does on her twenty third birthday after filming a ‘Triple B C Bash Bukkake.’ That is to say a Birthday BBC Bash Bukkake. What I mean to say is basically you look like the patients that show up at my grandparents’ medical practice after they’re thrown from their motorcycle and their face slides across the pavement and they come in and their face is hanging off of their head because they didn’t wear a helmet because they were so badass and like they don’t have a face. So basically, in short, you look like the bug that hits someone’s windshield but it sticks there and they can’t get it off with the wipers so they hit it with the wipers again and that doesn’t work so they turn them on max, but it’s hot out so the bug dries to the windshield and…”

Kit took another bite.

“You look like shit.”

This chick had quite the mouth on her, both food wise and speaking wise. Ariana couldn’t help but to watch the weirdo sit down and create what was… a pizza sandwich? Where’d she get all those tater tots and french fries from? Y’know what? It was better that Ariana didn’t question it. Hopefully she was tripping and still kinda drunk from earlier. There was no way one singular person could eat all that.

But she did, and she had the audacity to keep speaking afterwards. Something about bukkake and bugs. Ariana didn’t care enough to figure out what she was saying. Not like she needed to, the summary at the end was more than enough. ”Yeah… no fuckin’ kidding.” Pulling off her sunglasses, the sudden influx of light caused Ariana to wince a bit before looking at the very young girl. She was most likely a freshman.

”Listen, freshie, I don’t think you’d know what it’s like to party as hard as we did last night.” Ariana snickered, before pointing a fork at the girl, ”Did you even know what was happening last night?”

“What are you talkin’ about? The party? I was there! I went with Ophelia and Cassie. Hey, lemme see those.” Kit reached out with a greasy hand and took the large sunglasses without really asking, putting them on her face as she continued to spoke. “I got really high and like a little drunk but not that drunk because alcohol tastes like butthole. But anyway, I can’t believe you just totally tried to gatekeeper me over how hard I party!” Kit took another bite of the pizza, shaking her head.

“You ain’t SHIT. You look like you had an awful time, but I had a great one! I saw Henry’s dick.” What? It was a high point. “...it’s something. Not sure how I feel about it, still, but I did see it! Oh, that reminds me, I gotta show the Marshy Marsh… He’s gay, he knows about dicks.” Kit said, pulling her phone out and taking a picture of herself with the sunglasses on, which she quickly tossed onto her Snapchat story, before she held the sunglasses back out.

“Speaking of Henry, dude. You should hit him up. You look like you could seriously use some hangover tips.”

Ariana slapped her forehead with her hand and groaned. Henry’s dick. That was something she’d totally forgotten about and purged from her memory after their fateful rendezvous a few weeks ago. Looking up at Kit try to berate her, she rolled her eyes. She put her head on the table. She hadn’t even seen Henry in a while anyway. Guess he and Min-Seo were really getting things along.

”Dude… the last time I got this fucked up I was in the hospital. Don’t tell me I had an awful time. I had lots of fun last night. Who said I didn’t?! This is just the price you pay for fun.” Ariana then leaned closer to the girl, ”I didn’t know you knew Henry, though. Seems like that guy really gets around. He’s my bestie.” The slightly less hungover girl then flipped her hair back, before taking one good look at the girl across her. ”Who are you, anyway? I’ve literally never seen you ever.”

“You probably have, I just changed my hair last night. I used to be blonde? I’m Kit. Kit Thomas. Also, I don’t really know Henry, I’m just his girlfriend’s friend, but like… the dude is the guy. Henry’s super popular, only like Damian and Trevor are more well liked than he is! Everybody loves Henry. This seems like a big price. You should do something else so you don’t have to hungover, man.” Kit shook his head, and handing the sunglasses back across the way to the girl. “Who are you, dude? There are like eight hot Korean girls here. It’s stressful.” Kit took a huge bite of pizza, filling her mouth up as she spoke again.

“I can see why people get yellow fever. You guys are somethin’.” She swallowed down her last bite, finishing the meal and tilted her head. “Did I get that right? Are you Korean?”

Ariana leaned in. ”너 젠장. (You’re god damn right) Why did this girl know so much about the intricacies of the social hierarchy at BHHS? Not even Ariana knew how things worked. She didn’t even know who was top dog anymore now that Lauren and Lawrence were no longer around. Just how much did she miss? But, Kit had a point. There sure were a lot of Asians at this school. Hell, Ariana wouldn’t be surprised if they were actually in the majority at this school.

”Well Kit… I’m Ariana Song. Like music, song. But don’t ever call me by my last name.”

“Ariana? Like the Michael Jackson song? He’s old-school, so you might not know him. But Dirty Diana. I can sing a song to you, Ms. Song. The song is called Dirty Diana, but I can make it Dirty Ariana. Sam says I’m a good singer and she can suffocate you with her butt so that means she knows what she’s talking about.” Kit looked at her watch and frowned as she looked around at the children in the cafeteria beginning to dissipate. She put her ziplock baggies back into her bag, and pulled out a piece of paper, scribbling down on it before she slid it across to Ari. “That’s my number, and my Assistant’s name. Call me. I’ll sing to you. But right now? Gotta jet.” With that, Kit turned and stood up from the table, giving a wave.

Ariana was dumbfounded. So many words had come out of that girl’s mouth, but none of them stuck with her. That girl talked at a million miles an hour, but for whatever reason, she was actually interesting. As annoying as she was, Ariana sort of wanted to know her a little further. Surely, someone like that had more to offer than what met the eye. Taking the piece of paper, Ariana slipped it into her bag before collecting her things and making her way toward wherever it was she needed to go.
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Featuring: Charity and Panda
Location: Spencer Household - BHHS
Time: Wednesday Morning




God alone knew what time it was. All Charity Spencer knew was that it was Wednesday morning, it was pitch black, and it was most likely not the safest time for two teenage girls to be walking from the dock to Beverly Hills. On top of that, Pamela was rather heavy, being largely unable to stand up using her own motor control. Thus, Charity had to walk for both of them. It did not help that Panda kept muttering semi-incoherent sentences about genitalia and intercourse, though not in as delicate terms as those. When Charity looked into her sister's eyes, it was obvious that she was not merely drunk from alcohol.

Charity loved her sister, and had the patience of a saint, but tonight she was grinding painfully against the line that Panda should never cross. She was dangerously close to crossing it and ending up in the danger zone. Nevertheless, two hours later, Panda had been dumped on her own bed, their parents were none the wiser, and a painfully sober Charity, too annoyed to sleep, opened up her laptop and started to type.




Charity felt the complete opposite way the next morning, as she was dropped off along with her incredibly hungover sister. They had both sat in the back, in total silence, and the silence persisted for a few seconds after their mom drove off. Charity was the first to break it.

"Sister, I'm sorry that you got all the punishment for something that we both did. I shouldn't have kept quiet about it..."

"Are you kidding me?" croaked Panda, managing a smile as she fixed her bloodshot eyes on her little sis. "Our parents would have a goddamn heart attack if they learned you'd been to a party! Things are better this way, trust me. We're getting to the age when not telling our parents what we're up to isn't dishonest. It's protecting them."

Charity nodded, and returned an appreciative smile, but secretly wasn't convinced. "Anyway," she started. "We'd better get to class or we'll be late!"

"Oh no! We can't be late! Anything but that!" Panda chuckled sarcastically before pulling Charity into a hug. "You go on ahead. I really need to sober up first."

Panda watched Charity head into school before she pulled out her mobile. No. Of course drunk her didn't put in any numbers. She'd just have wait for Camille or Marina to finish their classes, then try and find them. She had concerns regarding last night and she needed to talk to both of them. Surely one of them would remember if any protection was used...




Charity's first class was mathematics, which had been painless. After that, she had handed in her finished article covering both parties to to Newspaper Club office. Trixie would read it later. That was one weight off her mind. Now she had a new mission. The only problem was that she didn't know where to start. The Football Team was something of a Clique. She couldn't exactly go up to one of them and ask for help dishing dirt on Trent. Maybe it would be better to ask somebody else from the the group of Churchgoers. After all, it is to protect one of our own against somebody who's committing grave sins. On the other hand, who was close to Trent, who wouldn't take his side over Miriam's if they learned that Matthew was gay?

Of course. They didn't have to be close to Trent. They just had to be better at dishing dirt than Charity was. It would be a bonus if they would have a personal interest in a case of a boy blackmailing a closeted homosexual and his sister, and a desire to see Trent's head on a metaphorical pike. And if they were already familiar to Charity so she wouldn't have to introduce herself with a request to possibly ruin the reputation of a Football player...that would be good too. Maybe somebody from the Newspaper Club itself.

That's when the idea came to her;

Jamie Callaghan!
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Featuring: Elliott “You’re A Bad Influence” Nichols & Ivy “I Know” Nichols




Elliott had figured out, many years ago, that his sister was just a habitually late person, and that nothing he could do would ever change that. While he’d been waiting by the door, ready to leave, for fifteen minutes, Ivy was just now applying the finishing touches on her makeup. Discovery however, did not mean acceptance, and so Elliott still made a fuss about it, every morning. “Ivy! Do you even know what punctuality is!” Elliott shouted up the stairs, his words dripping with annoyance.

Ivy, unfazed by her brother’s mood, skipped out of her room, and headed down the stairs, two at a time, to land in front of her brother, a grin on her face. She ruffled Elliott’s hair before heading out the door, gesturing for her brother to follow. “Ellie, when will you learn, that’s what you’re for,” she said. Elliott scowled, a cloudy day to his sister’s rays of sunshine, before getting into the drivers side of his car. Elliott drove them most places, ever since their dads had confiscated Ivy’s car, punishment for sneaking out one too many times.

“Guess what Dad told me,” Ivy said, her eyes never leaving the phone in her hands. Maybe it was better she didn’t get to drive. Elliott looked over at Ivy as the car halted in front of a red light.

“He’s sending you to boarding school? Oh! He’s sending me to boarding school?! he said with faux excitement, his sarcasm as unwavering as ever.

Ivy rolled her eyes and shook her head, smirking at her brothers joke. As different as they were, they’d been granted similar senses of humor, that was obvious. “Better! Noah got straight smashed last night at the Helmsleys! Like, passed out at the Callaghans smashed!” Ivy exclaimed, laughing her devilish, infectious laugh.

Elliott shook his head. “You are an awful influence,” he said, accelerating the car towards BHHS as the light changed from red to green.

Ivy grinned. “I know. But now, we can take him to parties, get him drunk with us at family barbecues, the whole shebang!” Ivy said, relishing in her new position as the Bad Cousin.

Elliott, ever the paragon of virtue, scowled at his sister. “Just because you’re trashy, doesn’t mean you need to make our cousin trashy too,” Elliott said. “What’s all this we business? You speak French now?”

Ivy looked over at him, bewilderment etched across her face. “I’m sorry, did you just fucking quote Drake? I- whatever, you can’t stop me. The corruption has begun baby brother, Noah is mine!” Ivy said, laughing like a madwoman as her brother shouted in exasperation.

“I’m three minutes younger! Three! And who the fuck is Drake?
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Location: Gym






Gym Class Heroes, was like a band or something a million years ago. From what Kit grasped, they sucked. Still, she had to respect their hustle, it was a special kind of name, it was something that Kit considered herself to be. A Gym Class Hero. She wasn’t the strongest, but she was fast! Sonic fast, sometimes, but she’d learned long ago that you couldn’t be a Sonic fan. Sonic fans were weird, and needed to be contained, quarantined, and isolated. Kit was something far more cultured; Kit was a huge fan of shōnen anime, such as Naruto. Still, Kit had an image to uphold, and she couldn’t just run with her arms thrown out behind her like some kind of savage; the internet would roast her. And she certainly couldn’t have that, she was going to be a superstar, you know; someday. She just had to start having a presence first, but it wasn’t easy!

Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, gym class hero!

Kit was a gym class hero because she was nimble. On days such as this: dodgeball day, Kit was a valuable asset to any team. She knew the ins and outs of this game, and that made her a hero of the day. Kit could dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge with the best of them. She was a queen! What she lacked in power, she made up for in speed.

And she had experienced hands. You know, from stuff.

Wait, what am I doing again? Oh yeah, teams.

Kit looked out at the collection of students in front of her, and nodded to herself. It was Wednesday, which meant three things. Getting stoned in the janitor’s closet while listening to Stevie Nicks before lunch, ingest pizza with homemade toppings, and three: dodgeball day. Kit was the best at dodgeball, which is why she was one of the lucky two: the team captains. In fact, it was Kit’s turn to choose! But she was possibly too high for this.

It was hard to choose! There were a lot of students that were good at dodgeball, but Kit liked to pick friends. The problem? The purple haired protagonist didn’t have many friends…

Hana didn’t exactly hate gym, she just thought it was ultimately kind of pointless for someone like her. Sure it had its purpose - especially for those who got winded during warm-ups - but she was on the softball team and would probably have made captain if she didn’t resign and ensure only one person saw her in that uniform ever again. But she was presently a cheerleader and given her history of athletics, she didn't feel she had to try hard in gym class. The fact that she was instrumental in the softball team going to state last year should have guaranteed an ‘A’ for the rest of her high school life.

After warm ups, stretches and the laps, Hana typically went off to the side and bounced a ball whenever the teacher looked in her general direction; on days when the cart of balls wasn’t available she sat near the bleachers or else walked casually around the gym floor. She was someone now, by association, didn’t that entitle her to not having to try hard in gym class? Today was dodgeball day and she was not exactly a fan of it; not that she couldn’t throw the ball well - she was a shortstop and constantly threw balls to first base - but because it was a bit barbaric and she had already had her morning fill of physical stimulation. A dodgeball was impersonal and she required a firmer touch.

Hana was thus standing near the back wall, completely uninterested in the goings on with the dodgeball game. She was regretting leaving her phone in her gym locker, at least then she could’ve passed the time by texting a certain someone. Now she was just going to have to watch dodgeball for an hour.

The dodgeball game was, (un)fortunately on a hang up. Coach had made a clear mistake when he’d decided that one of the team captains would be Kit Thomas. The girl was staring at her students as if she’d never seen them before in her life. The Coach checked his watch, and groaned. Had they seriously been waiting for the first pick of the day for the past two minutes?

To make matters worse, it didn’t seem like Kit’s mind was going to start focusing anytime soon. She had found someone that was interesting, though, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember the girl’s name… She was Korean, and she wore that necklace, and Hailey had seemed particularly interested in her during their first period.

But she couldn’t, for the life of her, remember the girl’s name!

Well, that wasn’t completely true, Kit knew that it was the Vanilla Sunrise. The girl who wrote smutty stuff and played Final Fantasy and was really good at both of those things. Kit wanted to hang out with her! But how was she going to pick without knowing her name!?

“Thomas! Let’s get a move on, it’s been like five minutes. Is every choice gonna be like this? You won the right to be captain, but I’ll take it away from you!”

“What?! Coach, don’t rush me! I’m just a girl.” Kit whined, before her back straightened up slightly, and she reaffirmed the staring at Hana. Finally, she gave up and pointed at the girl standing off on her own. “I choose Hailey Green’s pet.” That was the only thing she could remember that wouldn’t involve blowing her cover! This elicited some snickering from the class, and a sigh from the coach as he gestured at Hana Park.

“Park! Get over. Congrats. You have the unique honor of being picked first by the esteemed Captain Thomas, who thinks no one knows.”

Time to make a friend!

On second thought it might’ve been better that her phone was back in the locker room otherwise it would’ve now been dropped onto the hardwood flooring. She wasn’t even standing in line and so figured she was immune from being selected and yet it wasn’t even her name that was called but apparently her new title. Sure, the members of Hailey’s table knew of Hana’s position, but the only ones Hana could see that were part of that table were herself and the one who had picked her, which now meant her gym class - her entire gym class plus the teacher were now privy to such information.

The kicker was that Hana knew Hailey would have been quite happy with how embarrassed Hana was in front of the class. Besides, it wasn’t like what ‘Captain Thomas’ said was wrong and Hana wasn’t ashamed about what she was or who she was with, but the embarrassment would be the same even if someone had just called out ‘Henry Green’s latest booty call’ or ‘Shauna Flynn’s latest victim’. That embarrassment was why Hana was shaking her head and trying to stay out of the game, but there were only so many times a gym teacher could use the whistle and tell Hana to hustle towards the captain before she had to comply.

”I wasn’t playing, you know.” Hana spoke to Kit with a slightly annoyed voice which didn’t amount to much. “You don’t remember my name but you remember that?”

“I remember your YouTube name! I’m a huge fan. I like the writing more than the YouTubing. Plus, yes I remember that. It’s kinda…” Kit had to choose her next word carefully. She wasn’t sure if there was something she could say that Hana could possibly relay to Hailey which might end poorly for Kit, but she still had to finish what she was saying. “...enticing. It’s the best part.” Kit explained, while gesturing for Hana to fall in line beside her.

“Hey, do you wanna be friends? I think we should be friends.” Kit asked, before pointing at her second pick. This one? It wasn’t as agonizingly long as the first one. She had the important pick, the rest of it was going to be easy. “You can be my co-captain, alright? That way I don’t got no pressure on me and I can just focus on beatin’ these kids.” Kit could feel her toxicity and salt rising, and a ball hadn’t even been thrown yet.

”You don’t even remember my name but you want to be friends? You’re a very odd girl.” Hana hoped it wasn’t taken as an insult, though if anything it seemed like Hailey was rubbing off on her; that was a bit catty, mildly so, for Hana. ”Wait...enticing? My relationship status is enticing? I was right, you’re an odd girl.” What was it about freshmen? Was she like that when she was a Freshman?

”You do know you’re not graded on winning, right? It’s gym dodgeball, you don’t have to try too hard.”

Kit reached up and knowingly touched the sapphire heart that dangled on Hana’s neck, flicking it around before she nodded. Yeah, Hana. Enticing. And yeah, I’m kinda odd. The Doc says I have, uhm ADHD? ADD? I don’t remember which.” She shrugged, and pointed at her next picks, solidifying and finalizing the teams. “And you shut your mouth, winning is all that matters. If I lose, then they get the glory of winning! Who is that fair for? Not me, that’s who. If we lose, I’m gonna order so much stuff from Captain Cuddles on a night when you work.” Kit was threatening her, but coming from the tiny girl with purplish hair? It certainly wasn’t intimidating.

“Hey, do you wanna hang out? I’m thinking… tomorrow, after school? Me, you. Video games.” There, that was friendly, right?

Hana instinctively took a step back and brought her hand up to hold her sapphire choker after Kit had touched it. Was that allowed? For someone else to touch it? Hana didn’t know for sure but the gesture was ultimately harmless. She went on to raise an eyebrow, noting how suddenly her name was Hana and not ‘Hailey Green’s Pet’; maybe the memory had been jostled free now that the embarrassment was over and done with. ”Are you threatening me with business? I don’t make the food, I just bring it to people.” If she wanted to spend money, Hana was perfectly willing to throw the game.

”Tomorrow? I..don’t know. I need to ask permission, I think.” Hana wasn’t sure if she had plans tomorrow, but even if she didn’t and could ‘hang out’ with Kit, her phone would be on like she as a doctor on call. That seemed a fair compromise.

“Trust me, I’d find a way to make it awful and annoying.” Kit said as Hana shot down her threat involving food. It made sense though, if all she did was deliver the food, then what did she care if Kit ordered a ton of it? Kit watched as the dodgeballs were rolled out, and nodded. “I read a doujin about someone who has to ask someone else for permission. It was about sex slaves, dude. ...are you sure you know what you’re getting into? Maybe you should Google it. What’s your number? I’ll send you the doujin, and the little panda extension.”

Kit gestured for Hana to back against the wall, and waited for the whistle to be blown.

“I’m not a slave, I’m her girlfriend.” Hana protested while backing up against the wall. What kind of sentiment was that? She wasn’t a slave, she wasn’t with Hailey against her will. She liked being with Hailey. She loved Hailey and she loved it when Hailey showed off her more ruthless side. “You don’t understand.” It almost sounded like the classic defense mechanism of deflection. “It’s not like I go around calling her ‘mistress’ or whatever.” Hana was lingering on the briefest remark from Kit for longer than was probably necessary.

“...Do you think she’d like being called that?” Hana quickly shook her head as soon as the question left her mouth. “Why am I asking you, you don’t know about Hailey and I.”

“I dunno, I bet she would like that. You’re asking me because I’m clearly way more degenerate. I’ll send you the doujin, okay? Or we can just read it at my house tomorrow. Oh, man, I’m gonna have to tell Min that I’m spoken for tomorrow. That’s okay, I bet she’d rather just suck on Henry anyway…” Kit shrugged her shoulders. She’d handle Min later, some other time. For now, she had to get ready to WIN. “I’ll text mine after class if you’ll text yours.” There, now there was a set time for when they were going to talk to the ones who could stop them from hanging out.

And then, the whistle was blown, and the games began.

Hana didn’t run for the balls, that was a rookie move and sure enough, the first ones out were the ones who scrambled for the balls but didn’t make it in time. Hana waited until a ball rolled close enough for her to pick up, which she did using a familiar moton from her softball days, and when the ball was in her hand she whipped it towards the other team, and the satisfying thunk of a rubber ball hitting flesh followed. “I thought you wanted to play video games. I’m not going to read pornography with you.” Hana was trying to maintain a conversation while dodging a ball. She was giving an effort, that was bad.

“And I didn’t say I accepted. Hailey has a priority so if she wants us to do something, you’re on your own.” When she put it like that, it did sound almost like slavery. Of a sort.

“It’s called hentai and it is art!” Kit had to admit: Hana had some moves. She wasn’t bad at dodgeball, but Kit wondered if that would go over to video games too. She had to think it probably did.

While Hana had the ability to throw balls really, really fast, Kit was good at catching them. She liked to stand up near the front and wait for people to throw them and snatch them out of the air. That meant that her team scored a point, basically. “Hailey can come too!” There, the trump card. If Hana wouldn’t come on her own, then she could just bring the angry dark haired girl to Kit’s house and they could figure that out.

”Hentai is still pornography. It doesn’t become less porny just because it’s drawn and animated.” Hana would have rolled her eyes with the response if it didn’t mean taking her eyes off the game. She gestured for a ball from Kit so she could throw it and get another person out. It was somewhat cathartic, throwing the ball at someone in softball for an out was generally frowned upon. ”I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring Hailey. No offense but I don’t think she would like you. Or your porn. Plus I get the feeling you’d try and get involved.”

“Gross, don’t flatter yourself! I have eyes for an Asian girl already.” Kit was just fueling Hana now. They were making a deadly team: Kit caught the balls, tossed them to the softball captain, and then Hana boinked someone in the face. They were decimating the enemy team! It felt good, and Kit was beaming the whole time. “Fine, then she won’t come!”

“Not from you.” Hana made sure not to say that loud enough to be overheard, a pithy comment spoken under her breath and capped off with another fastball directly down the middle, popping an opponent under the chin. “Why are you so adamant that we hangout? No friends your own age?”

“Because I want us to be friends so we can stream together and be cool and awesome because you’re cool and awesome and I think you’ll find that I’m pretty cool and awesome, and I think we’d be good together. As a team?” Kit caught another ball and threw it over to Hana, leaving just them and one last enemy on the field. One ball-less, friendless, lonely, preparing to die enemy.

“Awwww, shit!”

Hana let Kit deliver the killing blow. It was only fair, Kit was the one who was so adamant about winning; Hana couldn’t have cared less but it was nice to remind people that just because she was Hailey Green’s pet it didn’t mean she was soft. Hana was glad when the game ended though she didn’t share in the excitement from the rest of the team; no one was rushing to pat her on the back for her number of eliminations and she liked it that way.

”Hold on. What are your actual intentions here? You said hang out, play video games, read pornography, and now you said stream. Is this...are you trying to recruit me for something? I don’t stream, I do guides and videos so I can edit out the downtime.” Until the teacher dismissed the class, Hana was prepared to simply lean against the wall now that she had almost worked up a sweat.

Kit was happy that they had secured victory. Of course she was, why wouldn’t she be? She’d fought hard for this, and they’d boosted the team to a win, just like they’d do once they started streaming! Hana, however, seemed intent on frustrating Kit no matter what, and getting out of this anyway possible. Kit had to make her pitch a lot better, or at least more… enticing.

“...hold on.” Kit held up a finger, and ran to the locker room, before she came back, this time holding her phone. “Okay, I’m gonna give you my pitch. And you can say yes or no, but if you say no then I’m going to be forced to pull strings.” Kit warned, holding up her phone and waving it around.

“I want us to hang out, and play video games at the same time so I can find out if we get along. Once I know we get along, I want us to be a stream team dream team! I think we’d be super popular. Your smarts and my, uh… stuff?” There, as fantastic a pitch as ever.

”I thought pitches were supposed to be like elevators.” Elevator pitches were a thing, right? They said it on the shows her sister watched like all the time. ”That was basically the same thing. What’s the phone for?” Hana had to raise an eyebrow at that. What, was Kit gonna call her mom and arrange a playdate via Abby’s sister or something?

”I don’t know how popular we’d be, unless you were planning on stuffing your bra and wearing low cut tops. Because I doubt we’ll keep an audience with my dungeon running. Unless I did it with the chat, assuming we even got more than like...two viewers.”

Kit looked up with a slight scowl on her face, as angry and as frustrated as she could muster (not very, she looked like a puppy), and held up her phone. “Are you really gonna make me do it? ‘Sides, I’m already kinda popular with the communities, you know, and like… so are you. People like you a bunch. And we don’t start with stuff like dungeon runnin’, we gotta open with us messing around together. Like, I dunno, Borderlands, or Mario Kart, or something co-op. Let the people get to know us!” Kit had a place in the fighting game community, at least, even if she wasn’t well known in other things. She figured it would bleed over if she started streaming other stuff, too.

”Now I know you’re trying to sell me something. You were there yesterday, Hailey’s friends only talked to me because I’m dating Hailey. People don’t like me, they liked what I gave them.” Hana was especially glad the gym teacher wasn’t around to hear Hana admit to being a drug dealer, former or otherwise. ”Hailey was the only one who wanted to get to know me for something other than potential discounts. People don’t like me...and I just realized you mean my online audience.” Hana wanted to go crawl under the bleachers and never be found now that she had started blabbing to a Freshman like she was in a therapist’s office.

”At any rate, I think you’re overestimating my popularity.”

“I think you’re underestimating yourself. Look, look at any popular streamer, ever. What do they all have? High mechanical and technical, and game knowledge. But what else do they have? Funny, endearing, hilarious personalities! I have one of those things, you have the other. We put them together, and BOOM. Amazing streamer is born. If you want my advice, you should stop pretending to not be a friggin’ NERD and embrace it, because I bet you’d be a lot hotter if you did.” While Kit was talking, she was sending out text messages now, no longer looking Hana in the eye. “Nerdy girls are so in, just embrace it. You should be shillin’ hard. Hustle.”

”I don’t have a funny, endearing, or hilarious personality.” Hana’s sense of humor was so very obviously tailored to the nerd audience given how easily she took the easiest joke possible. It didn’t help that she didn’t crack a smile after it, but the humor was implied. In any duo she settled firmly in the straight man position. ”The only person I care who thinks I’m hot already thinks I am. No offense, but it’s not you I need to impress.”

“Uh-huh.” Kit looked up with an undeniably smug grin on her face, before her phone started to ring. She held it out with her hand toward Hana. “It’s for you.” Though there was no contact information to go along with the number on the screen, Hana most likely knew who it belong to. “Better answer fast. From what I’ve been told, she doesn’t like waiting.”

Hailey.

”How do you have the num…” Hana didn’t have time to question it, there was only one person she knew who had a thing against being made to wait. If the ringer went off twice it was probably too long. ”Hello...Hailey?”

“Hana, please explain to me why Daddy is texting me to tell me that his therapist slash best friend’s younger brother is texting my mother to text him to tell me that you won’t go play video games with a little girl who has, for some reason, purple and blue hair.”

Hana could not believe the nerve of Kit. Hana had every intention of bringing it up with Hailey later, in person, and now Hailey was probably annoyed - and not annoyed at Kit but annoyed at her. At Hana. As much as it might have been ideal, Hana vastly preferred a happy Hailey to one that was probably now considering if keeping Hana around was worth it. ”I didn’t think she would go to this trouble. There’s a freshman in my gym period who wants to...I dunno...be friends with me or something but I told her we might have something planned tomorrow. Do...do we have something planned tomorrow?”

“Well, I don’t particularly have anything in mind. You might as well take the day off — it’s going to be your first weekend with me, you know. Very exciting. Very exhausting, for reasons. So I’d relax. Besides, Daddy assures me she’s… well, the exact wording he used was ‘okay in small dosages.’ Please don’t make my parents have to text me.”

It was hard to tell if it was relief or disappointment in Hana’s expression upon hearing the news but either way she had heard what she needed to. ”Then I guess I’ll see you this weekend. Sorry you had to go through the trouble.” Hana gave a quick look around the gym, but only Kit was in earshot. ”I love you bye.”

Hana passed the phone back to Kit and sighed out. ”I guess we’re hanging out tomorrow. But...leave your hentai under the bed.”

Kit took the phone back, before she put it up to her ear. “Thanks. Oh, uh, yeah I can do that. Yeah hold on.” She pulled it back from her ear, and put it on speaker.

“I love you too. Please play nice; you could use some friends that you didn’t get from unsavory activities.”

Then the phone hung up, and Kit had a smug look on her face… though it quickly faded. “Hey, it’s art! And if you don’t wanna enjoy it, fine. But I so do not keep it under my bed. I have the internet!”
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Introducing: Cedric “Why Try?” Styles and Paul “What if he’s not gay?” Soriano-Duke
Guest Starring: Kit “I CAN BE A PIRATE!?” Thomas and Min “This is Too Much For Parker” Seo
Location: A science room
Time: After school



It was that time of year again. After Christmas break, clubs typically saw a resurgence of new members, as people wanted to try new things and get out there and meet new people. This, however, was not the case for the tabletop club. Once again, the members were sitting alone in the meeting place: an empty science classroom.

On one end of the table, Cedric Styles, founder and president of the tabletop RPG club, surrounded by different books relating to different tabletop games that he’d spent his entire high school career trying to share with the other students. But, to his annoyance, no one had ever shown up.

“This is stupid, Paul. Zach didn’t even show up because he doesn’t think we’ll get anyone. What’s the point? I can’t believe he didn’t show up, that dick… I’m gonna tell Ray, I swear to god.” Cedric grumbled, putting a hand through his admittedly shaggy hair and shaking his head. Zachary Webb, the third member of their little entourage, had decided to go to the 365 Combat Club in an attempt to get some girl to love him. “I put a lot of work into this, you know!”

The tabletop club was a bit of a wash and Paul Soriano-Duke was constantly surprised that it hadn’t been dissolved to make way for something with a bit more interest. He was glad for the space away from home to work on his model kits, though today in a shocking twist he wasn’t absorbed in putting together a Gundam but rather his phone and the Instagram account where he posted his in progress model pics and the end results. It could not have been a more niche page and yet…

“Someone liked every single one of my pictures.” Paul hadn’t even been listening to what Cedric was saying, but knowing Cedric as Paul did it was probably about the fact that the mandatory third person to keep a club going wasn’t even there today. “I barely get likes but someone liked every single picture. Do you think it was a mistake?”

“...no, why would someone do that on mistake? Wait, every picture? Hey, you’re trying to distract me from the problem at hand!” Cedric protested, picking up a particularly thick rulebook and waving it around. “It’s like you don’t even care. Maybe my marketing just sucks, I dunno. I guess I could just give u—” Cedric stopped talking as the door swung open, and two people he had never seen before in his life walked in.

The smaller girl, with the multicolored hair, walked up to the table and slapped down a piece of paper on it, looking between the two boys as she spoke. “We’re here for the club! This… is the right place, right?” She asked, and Cedric looked down at the paper, noticing that it was one of the flyers he’d hung up on the boards. “Where do we sign up?”

“Well, yeah. Really? You guys are here to join the club?” To be honest, Cedric hardly even knew how they signed up — this had never happened before.

“You’re not wrong, I don’t care that Zach isn’t here. I do care that someone I don’t even know liked all my pictures. What if it’s, like, a sign? I have to follow them back, right? Like, that’s what to do in this situation?” This was uncharted territory for Paul whose biggest fan was one of his moms - and even she didn’t like his posts on Instagram. This was going to stay with him. He had thought it was weird when the first like came in last night, but this morning he was thoroughly shocked by the amount of notifications. Was this what the popular kids had to deal with on a daily basis?

His attention was taken from his phone when a louder voice was added to the mix - a voice he was not at all familiar with. Now he knew there was something strange going around. Not one member but two and they didn’t exactly look like what Paul figured a tabletop enthusiast would look like. “There’s a ledger, Zach knows where it is.”

The other girl was a bit quieter in both appearance and volume and she looked somewhat confused. It was clear she was brought along rather than being the one who had a great interest, but at least she didn’t look like she hated being there. “Is this...a science room?”

The attention of Kit was taken away from the person sitting with all the books, and brought to the other boy, as he mentioned a ledger and a Zach. Kit had little to no idea what either of those things were, but she did have ideas about something that the boy had mentioned! “You have to follow them back! What if they’re a secret admirer?! Does it say who liked them? Let’s figure out who it is and confront them. Kit held her finger up as if that was the only answer to the situation.

Unfortunately for her, the guy with the books shook his head. “Whoa, whoa. We’re not really of the confrontational types… Anyway, yeah.” He said, looking at the quieter girl. She was dragged along, but that was okay. He could make things open to everyone. “This is a science room. We use it because it’s got the biggest tables, which are kind of important for this. I’m Cedric, and this is Paul. There’s one other guy that’s usually here, but he had to skip today. Business.” ‘Business’ seemed easier to say than ‘he bailed because he didn’t think anyone would be interested in what we’re selling.’

“Cool. Hey, listen. Me and my friend here — I’m Kit, this is Min — we’re looking to join this here club you guys got going on. I’ve never played a tabletop RPG before, but I’ve read about ‘em some on the internet, and I really wanna try it. What’s it like?” She asked, and Cedric suddenly got much taller. Finally, finally. Finally he was able to give the spiel.

“Tabletop RPGs are awesome! It’s pretty cool, to play them. You get to build a character that can be almost anything you’d like, and then you get to do whatever you want. I’ll be the Dungeon Master, which means that I control the narrative, though you guys drive it. Basically, I play the monsters, and you’ll play the heroes — but don’t think of it was me vs you. Because that’s not what it’s about, it’s a collaborative effort. They’re one of the best ways to be creative and have fun! They’re driven by dice, and you have to do just a bit of math… but it’s really fun.”

He had lost Kit a little ways into that, but she’d picked up on one important part: they could be anything they wanted!? “I wanna be a pirate! Can we be pirates!?”

Paul didn’t know if this Kit girl had genuine enthusiasm or was on some sort of drugs but he was leaning towards the latter if only because he hadn’t ever seen someone so excited to join this club. It definitely got Cedric talking which meant there was a good five minutes or so where he wouldn’t stop talking. The first trick Paul learned in being friends with Cedric was knowing when to tune out and what to tune back in for. “Pirate is a class, yes, and there are pirate themed campaigns and do you really think it could be a secret admirer? What if he also likes model kits? Wait, what if he’s not into guys?” Paul was much more interested in the part that pertained specifically to him. Let Cedric handle the business aspect.

“Why not just...send message? On the account?” Min-seo, too, was more interested in the potential secret admirer than the tabletop RPG. She was something of an authority on admiration and romance, at least compared to the rest of the room.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way… but any guy who builds Gundam models for fun, and especially any guy who looks at pictures of Gundam models other boys built on Instagram… definitely likes guys. Min’s right though! You could just send a message. Hey, I wanna talk more about the pirates. Can we make that happen?” Kit looked eagerly between the two boys, before Cedric looked at the pile of books on the counter, and shrugged.

“I mean, we can do a seafaring campaign, sure… but we could use more people. Like, three more in total? The seafaring ones are hard. But they’re nonetheless fun. Do you guys know anyone who can play with us…?” Damn, was he shilling too hard? Maybe he was being pushy… Luckily for him, though, Kit lit up and nodded.

“Yeah! Min has a boyfriend and then a girl that’s always hanging out with them! Min, can you make Henry and Parker come?”

Paul had to admit, Kit had a point. Of course, the point would amount to nothing if his initial assumption of it being some kind of accident turned out to be the truth. He couldn’t just message the liker of comments, what would he even say? ‘Hi, thank you for liking my posts, what’s your favorite Gundam and also are you cute?’ That was stupid. It was probably all a mistake. That was the simple explanation. He wasn’t exactly Beverly Hills High’s most eligible bachelor. His best friends and himself essentially made up the Three Stooges, except instead of Stooges they were the Three Dudes Who Hung Out In A Science Room.

“I can..message Henry but...I don’t think he...likes...this.” Though Min was doubtful she was already sending the text message asking him to drop by the room, complete with a heart emoji. Or three. “You said...math?” Min-seo was now speaking to Cedric directly. “I...am good...at math.” If the game had math involved maybe it would be fun.

“It’s pretty basic math, but there’s a lot of addition and subtraction. Here, check this out. These are the player’s handbook. So you can look in there for rules and stuff, alright? It’s got all the character creation stuff.” He slid the books across the way to the girls, and Kit caught hers and immediately turned to the table of contents, sitting down at the table.

“You guys need snacks in here. There are WIZARDS? That’s so cool! What’s a half-orc!? You there, Gundam boy! Tell me what a half-orc is. They look COOL. They have huge teeth!” Kit was already won over. This was totally for her, that much was for sure.

“Well, we only ever have like three people here, and we’re not that hungry. Are you seriously that hungry?” Cedric glanced at the other girl, almost as if he were looking for validation that Kit could be so hungry as to need snacks right this second.

‘Gundam boy’? Paul wasn’t sure he liked that nickname. He built more than Gundams. He had other mobile suits, like a Zaku and a Gogg and his personal favorite: the Qubeley. That one had taken a good three months and was the pride of his collection - which was impressive in its own right. ‘Gundam boy’ was just so very reductionist. “A half-orc is the offspring of a human and an orc. They’re good at intimidation and night vision and they have the ability to survive a fatal attack with one h.p. They make good barbarians which aren’t exactly the same thing as pirates.” Most of his information came from Cedric; Paul had only read the manual enough to get what he needed for his own character.

“So many…” Min was not reading the manual as quickly as Kit was, and she was mostly looking at the artwork for the playable races. “Is that...frog? I can...be frog? So cute!” If nothing else, the imagination of the artwork had kept Min’s focus.

“Miss me with that gay shit, I ain’t bein’ no barbarian. I wanna be a half-orc and I wanna be a wizard. I wanna have huge fangs for teeth, and I wanna throw fireballs and stuff like that.” Kit said, looking over at the boys once again. She had an idea in her head, and she was sold on it now. “I wanna be the wizard of the ship! Because ships need wizards right? Like if I’m the wizard and we’re in the middle of the ocean and there’s no wind, or the wind is taking us the wrong way, then I wanna be able to, like… use my magic to make us go… the right way.” She gestured with her hands, as if she were pushing towards sails. “No wait! I wanna be a halfling, dude! Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do. I wanna be a Halfling… Bard… with a sweet lute, and my awesome riffs will pilot the ship!”

“Sure, you can be a frog. There’s all kinds of races, you can basically be whatever you want.” Cedric said, giving Min-seo a smile. Her phone buzzed with a text message from her love, saying that he could be convinced, and they’d talk about it tonight.

While Paul could appreciate the enthusiasm from Kit, it was clear that she wasn’t really taking the character creation process as seriously as perhaps she should. Sure it was fun to think of race and class combinations but she was missing the best part. The crafting of a biography, personality, getting into the head of a character and finding what makes them tick. A half-orc wizard was possible but why? The why was the best part! “That isn’t really how bards work...and barbarians aren’t gay! They’re the frontline, in your face, warrior types. What’s gay about that?” It was rhetorical, but somehow he figured he’d get an answer anyway.

Min-seo, meanwhile, checked her phone and while it wasn’t a definitive yes, she could probably convince Henry to at least give it a chance. Even if he didn’t stick with it, that he came for a trial would mean a lot to her. “This might be...too hard for..Parker.”

“You kidding me? Have you even seen Conan the Barbarian? The guy is nothing but bulging muscles and a banana hammock of homoeroticism! That’s the quintessential barbarian, and all he is ‘look at how bulging my muscles are!’ ‘look at how oily I am!’ Come on, man. That’s gay. Why isn’t that how Bards work!? Can we change how bards work? I still wanna be a bard…”

“Oh, really? Well, that’s okay. What class are you thinking about being?” He asked Min, smiling brightly. He was happy to have the chance to actually play, but he was beginning to realize that they were getting close to the end of time for the day. “Here, why don’t you guys take those books home? Here’s my number and Assistant name, IM me if you need help. Take a look over some stuff, see if you have any ideas? We’re getting close to out of time, unfortunately, but next week you can bring a friend or two if you got ‘em! We’ll do character creation.”

Paul found himself laughing at Cedric’s entire exchange and he realized he was the only one doing so. He thought it would have been obvious to Cedric though the lack of understanding in Cedric’s expression said otherwise. “This is, like, the first time you’ve given your number to a girl and it’s for character creation. God we are so hopeless.” It was only funny because the truth didn’t hurt so much through the mask of humor.

Man, Paul was taking unnecessary shots. It wasn’t Cedric’s fault that girls were unapproachable for him! He was an ugly nerd for most of his life, and only recently had become ‘handsome,’ and he wasn’t even sure about that. “That’s not fair, man. Girls are hard to talk to!” Ced protested, making a face. “You got it easy. You just talk to other boys!”

Kit, who was headed out the door, hand-in-hand with Min-seo, glanced over at Cedric. “Dude, you wanna meet girls? I can introduce you to some girls —”

“Yeah, and I bet they’d be fourteen!”

“Uh, no! I’m a Candy, you asshat! It’d be a hot cheerleader! Good day, sir! See ya next week.” With that, Kit and Min took off, leaving a flabbergasted Cedric looking at Paul.

She’s a Candy?!”

Paul was not convinced and he was only somewhat jealous that Cedric got to have someone play matchmaker for him. Why was it that there wasn’t like Man Candies, though Paul would have felt all kinds of weird being forcibly introduced to someone. It was hard to be natural when both parties had expectations and preconceived notions. “I bet she’s a Sour Candy.” And yet despite his reservations, he was willing to crush Cedric’s hopes at any opportunity.

What else were friends for?

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A Collaboration Between: @Bee and @Universorum
Featuring: Allison Bentley, Lillian Henry, and Aries Snyder





Allison Bentley had been minding her own business on her way to her next class. AP Calculus, one of her least favorite classes. She had her textbooks in her hands like the nerd she was, and earphones blasting the music she actually enjoyed.Yeah, the school drone actually like things that wasn’t school, big surprise, huh? She was minding her own business, maneuvering her way past people and lockers as she wanted to get to her class as fast as possible. The less time she spent out in the wild, she less likely she was going to be eaten alive by the various creatures that inhabited the school.

Unfortunately, fate wasn’t on Allison’s side today. Bumping into someone, Allison dropped her books and her earphones had been yanked out of her ears. ”Oh! I’m sorry!” Allison bent over to pick her books. The girl who she bumped into just stood there and watched Allison pick her things up. She felt bad that she had to bump into someone, but did it really hurt to help? Allison sure picked the wrong person to bump into, not like she had a choice anyway. She had bumped into Devil Incarnate, Lillian Henry.

Lillian just stood over Allison as she picked up her things. Why would she want to help this stupid girl out, anyway? Obviously she wasn’t too bright otherwise she wouldn’t have ran into her in the first place. Lillian shook her head. Freshmen, acting like they owned the place. Sounded like nobody taught them who actually ran this place. Lillian then kneeled down and started speaking to Allison. ”You need to watch where you’re going, and stay out of my way.” Lillian scoffed, as she stood back up, ”Not like little stupid freshmen like you know much anyway.”

Allison stood up and she was looking at Lillian like she was speaking Chinese. What was she trying to say? Was this girl really trying to enact classism in a place where everyone was just trying to get their education? What was up with this girl? ”Dude! What’s up with you? I’m not dumb. You don’t even know me.”

Lillian put a hand up to her heart and rolled her eyes. This girl really didn’t know anything. ”If you were smart you wouldn’t have ran into me.” Lillian smiled, knowing just how she could really hurt this girl. ”I’m surprised you can even remember things with how thick that skull of yours is and that fivehead you have reflecting everything and their mother.”

Aries spent his typical days doing his best to ignore crap like what was happening right beside him. Ignore the school drama, and you wouldn’t be involved; that was what his dad had told him. What his dad hadn’t touched on was what to do when it was happening at literally the locker next to you.

Aries Snyder had been, to the best of his ability, hiding behind his locker door. Unfortunately, there was only so much he could take, before he figured that someone had to check in and help the victim out. So much for ignoring it and enjoying life; thanks, dad (Aries, at this point, was blatantly ignoring a lesson from his father about helping out when people need it). He shook his head, pulling his aviator sunglasses out of the locker and letting them hang on the front of his shirt, and wondered if there was any other way to handle this situation than getting involved. An unfortunate question he already knew the answer to: a resounding no.

He let out a sigh, and moved his head back, slamming the locker shut and turning to face Lillian and Allison both.

“Why are you like this, Lillian? Jesus fucking christ.” He leaned his shoulder against the locker row and shook his head. “Like, you are such a BITCH. Just leave her alone, she bumped into you. News flash: nobody CARE. There’s like eighty million people in these hallways and they’re tight, it’s not like she fucking laser sighted you and purposely ran into you.” Here he was, playing defense force for a freshman. What a fantastic day.

”Oh fuck off, drummer boy. That’s the only thing you can bang, anyway.” Lillian looked at the musician that had come in like the dumbass he was and judged him with the force of a thousand suns. Well, she figured he wasn’t that smart in the first place. After all, he did decide that music was actually worth pursuing. Not like the term “starving musician” didn’t exist, right? ”Why should anyone listen to someone who just bangs on things for fun? You’re not much better than a toddler.”

Allison only looked at the mysterious boy who’d come in outta nowhere. Well, there was something she’d like to bang. She said nothing as the focus was shifted to someone else. Good thing the heat was taken off of her.

“I play guitar you idiot. Well, technically I play the drums too, but I’m soooo not okay with being labeled ‘drummer boy.’ Also, I’ll have you know that I happen to do very nicely with the ladies. Why don’t you go ruin someone’s day over there, huh?” Aries asked, and pointed down the hall. “Why you gotta piss in everybody’s Cheerios because your pride is fragile? You gotta bring everyone down with you, yeah? I know your type, you’re like a dime a dozen, so get to steppin’ before I start takin’ shots for the fragile parts.”

He scoffed.

“‘Drummer boy…’ Can’t believe I’ve been reduced to that. I am a musician for fuck’s sake.” Jesus, he was balls deep in this shit now, wasn’t he? Lillian was such a bitch, but he shouldn’t be getting os heated so quickly… Still, the other girl was just a freshman; she was young and probably was still adjusting to high school life, Aries knew it’d taken him almost a year and a half. She didn’t need one of the prime bitches laying into her like this.

”Musician, guitarist, who gives a fuck? Y’all gonna end up in the same place as tryhead freshmen like this girl. I don’t see why it’s important to make the distinction.” Lillian rolled her eyes,
”At least I actually have a future, unlike you two.” Lillian started walking away, ”Peace out, losers.” Lillian walked away, being the little bitch that she was.

Once Lillian finally removed herself from the situation, Allison finally exhaled. She was free from the bitch that was known as ‘Lillian’, apparently. Tugging on the boy’s shoulders, she wanted to thank him for sticking up for her. Wasn’t very often that people did that. ”Hey… thanks for sticking up for me. You didn’t have to do that, you know. I appreciate it.”

“Hey, no problem. My dad raised me to take care of people when they need it, and you needed it… so, there. Look, she’s a real bitch though — I can’t promise she won’t be back later to be a fucker some more. She’s just… an ass, to everyone she can be. Personally? I think she’s going through something, but I don’t know what. Maybe her parents suck…” Aries shrugged his shoulders, and gave the younger girl a smile, “still, no reason to pick on such a cute girl. My name is Aries.”

”Aries? Like the Astronomy sign? That’s cool!” Allison flashed a genuine smile. It was a nice change of pace from being berated by the living embodiment of Satan. ”I’m Allison… like well there’s nobody cool named Allison.” She shrugged, ”Has she always been like this? Is she the school’s resident bitch?”

“Eeeeeyup. Just like the Astronomy sign. Allison is a good name, don’t sweat it. As for Lil? Well, I don’t know if I’d call her the ‘resident’ bitch. To be honest? We have like, a ton of bitches at this school. It sucks. If I were you, I’d find some nice friends your age and stick with them, because trying to go through high school by yourself? Well, that’s just gonna be lonely and you don’t wanna be lonely.” Aries’s words seemed reasonable to him. Being friendless was awful.

”Well.. I haven’t really had much luck finding friends. It’s just me and my phone half the time.” Allison shrugged, watching some more people pass. ”Well… on the bright side at least you have the honor of being one of the first people I meet here.” Allison had been too busy with her studies to focus on meeting people. She had acquaintances here and there but nobody she really called a friend. It was a hard time being Allison, all work and no play.

“Well, hey man. Just try and get out there, you know? Never know who you might find. There are some alright people your age, this year’s freshman class ain’t all that bad. There’s you, there’s that Kit chick, there’s Henry Green’s Korean girlfriend… Not the old one, but the one. The old one is a sophomore, I think. I dunno.” Aries shrugged his shoulders, and put his hands in his pocket, shaking his head. “Well, anyway. I’m gonna take off now.”

”Who is Henry?” Allison asked curiously. All these names, but she failed to put a face to them. Watching him put his hands in his pockets, the boy was about to take off. ”Oh, okay. I’ll see you around, I guess.”
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Location: The Darling Household, and briefly the Snyder Household
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Damian “I guess this is the End” O’Connor, Erick “I’m Gonna End You” Darling, Jude “No the Fuck you Aren’t” Darling, Joy “Oh my god he’s dead!” Darling


Damian O’Connor was making a bad decision.

That’s what it felt like, now that he’d spoken to Jude about his relationship with her daughter.

Dating Joy?

That wasn’t the bad decision. The bad decision was slipping out of bed, kissing a half-awake Joy and telling her he had to go, he had something to do. The bad decision was heading to Joy’s house to speak to her parents. He wanted to tell her mother and father that they were together a thing, an item. He wanted to tell Jude and Ender both, Ender especially, in person.

When Damian had left the room, he’d found Jericho and the little guy hard at work playing Super Mario 3D Land; Damian had been asked to play by Tyty, but he had to say no. That had been hard to do! The little guy didn’t like not having his friends hang out with him, apparently. After he’d explained to Jericho what he was doing, though, Jericho had convinced Tyty that it was okay.

And now, here Damian was. Sitting in front of Jude and Ender’s house, in his car, at seven thirty in the morning. Both of them would be awake; why wouldn’t they be awake? Ender, Damian knew for a fact, got up at five at the absolute latest. Damian gave a big sigh, and pushed the door to his car open. Then, he covered the distance between himself and the front door, before he hit the door bell.

And now, Damian O’Connor awaited his judgment.

The knock was rewarded with uncontrollable barking on the other side. Rocket was bouncing around in the front lobby, on high alert, Stranger dangerrrrrr! He had to protect his masters. Go away you foul intruder!

In the living room, drinking her morning tea, Jude sat in a side saddle position, on the white sofa. She was watching Law & Order, which still played in 2043. Raising an eyebrow, she took a sip of her hibiscus tea, and whispered to herself, “I wonder who that can be…”

Placing her glass mug down, she voiced in a higher octave, but still rather soft, “Apollo, please pause my show.” She stood up and stretched her thin body, “Who’s at the door?” The only people she could think of that would come this early was her mother and aunts, but even then, they were at the age where it would be better for her to visit them. Not saying they were crippling old, either. They all were simply enjoying retirement and Jude didn’t want to take that away from them.

The Darlings were one of the few people that had the more advanced Assistants, since Jude was Jericho’s leading partner. Apollo essentially made her home wicked smaht, with control in every nook and cranny, that can recognize distinct voices and faces. He truly was an amazing Assistant and by now, all the bugs and defects were fixed to bring him to near perfection.

“Ah, it’s the O’Connor boy. He’s been around here a lot, hasn’t he?” Apollo mused, before continuing. “Shall I open the door? Oh, nevermind. Your husband is opening the door.” The Assistant said, as Ender did just that, pulling the door open to see his Godson standing there, with a hand on Rocket’s head to relax him.

Ender gave him a smile, and Damian found himself unable to smile back. He was nervous, he was scared. Would Ender kill him? Probably; Damian would kill if he was in Ender’s position. “Hey, Damian. What’s up? ...are you okay, buddy?” He asked, and Damian gave a stiff nod.

“Huh? Oh yeah, totally. Hey, can I talk to you and Jude? Like, together. At the same time.” Damian asked, and Ender nodded slowly. Damian gave a thumbs up and followed Ender into the house and toward Jude’s resting place, where Damian offered a small. “Hey, Jude. How are you this fine morning?” Was this what it was like being a good guy and making sure that you didn’t just do things that were probably bad and were honest? He did not like this.

“Hey, Jude. Damian was wondering if he could talk to us. I dunno what about.”

Jude’s attention went from her godson and then to her husband. “Oh?” Surprised at this, but not really worried. With a soft gleam, she gestured for the two men to come take a seat, “My first day off in awhile, so, of course, I’m having a good morning. Please, rest your feet.” She sat down on the left side of the three person sofa and patted the seat next to her.

“What brings you here? It’s been really nice seeing you lately.” Apollo was right, Damian has been over a lot recently, which honestly made Jude happy because it showed he didn’t forget about them.

Rocket rubbed his head against Ender’s leg, fully relaxed when he realized it was just Joy’s boy at the door.

Ender sat down beside his wife, but Damian chose to stay standing. Ender gestured for him to sit down and Damian shook his head, “nah, I’m good. Just gonna stand for this one.” He folded his fingers together, and put his thumbs against his lips. This was going to be harder than he thought. How did he start this? “Okay.” That was a good, safe starter word, right? He moved his hands away from his face, and looked down at Rocket.

Was Rocket going to eat him after Ender inevitably got mad? Damian hoped not. He was strong, sure, but Rocket was an absolute fucking unit. Damian was in pure awe of the size of that lad. Even so, he had to press on. Maybe it wouldn’t go that badly? “So about a week ago, now. Well, exactly a week ago now I guess.” Jesus, Damian. You can do better than this. Ender loves you, you’re his favorite. You can do this! Plus, Jude is a mom. Moms also love you.

“One week ago, I threw a party at the beach. It went like, okay I guess. Owen kinda lost his mind, but hey, I hear Troy used to do that all the time, you guys probably get it. Joy and I were both at that party, and Joy was debuting new, red hair. I don’t know if you guys know this about me, but i really like red hair. Might be an Oedipus complex, I don’t know. I sure as fuck hope not.” He paused for a second, judging reactions so far. Both seemed to be listening, and Ender didn’t seem too mad, at least not yet. As for Jude, she was carefully eyeing him, but there wasn’t much emotion written on her face. Yet. “Anyway, after she was let into the party, I kind of attached myself to her. And she got, you know drunk. So… we made out, some?” Oh, god. Did he just twitch? “Anyway, after that, she jumped on my back, and wanted to go upstairs with me, so we did… and we got on the bed, and made out, uh, some more. And she took her shirt off, and then…” Ender’s hands were flexing in and out of fists. Damian was going to get thrown out of window, wasn’t he? What a way to go. “She puked on me. Like, all over me. Then she cried, and puked in a bucket. So I took a shower and got her some clean clothes — that’s why she was missing her clothes. Anyway, I just laid in bed with her and rubbed her back. Your daughter’s a lightweight, who knew?”

Ender moved to speak, but Damian shook his head, holding up his hand to stop him. “So we didn’t really talk or anything until the next school day: Monday. Monday was the day my life changed, and I’m pretty sure it was for the better, though at first it really sucked. Basically, Monday I was kicked off of the team, indefinitely, because of the party. I’m also on detention for the rest of my life, I assume. But, that was just the beginning. So I went to the library for some reason — right? Me, at the library. — anyway, I went there and Joy was there and I knocked some books down, and she helped me pick them up. Then she kissed me.”

“Why do you keep making out with my daughter, dude!? Come on!”

Jude’s finger tapped on the sofa arm, methodically and quietly. Her expression was still emotionless. Ender was showing enough emotion for the both of them. She continued to watch Damian with hawk eyes. When her husband yelled, she put her other hand on his leg, but didn’t say a word.

Oh there it was. “I’m not done yet! I’m getting to it, I swear. I just want you guys to know, like, everything. Okay? Let me finish.” Though it seemed reluctant, Ender gave a nod. “Thank you. After that, she invited me here to… well, I think she wanted to hook up. But we didn’t, again. I got shirtless this time, though, and I think she’s kinda into that…. Anyway, we made out a bit, but wrestling came on and I got distracted. Then, the kid came down? Little dude, Jericho’s son, I think. Anyway, I played with him until she told me I had to leave, then I went home. The next day, at school, I kissed her in front of everyone at gym class, and that made her kind of embarrassed, so naturally, I kissed her again.”

Naturally.” It was more of a growl than actually talking, but Damian got the point.

“So then she asked me to the dance, the Valentine’s dance that’s coming up. Obviously, I said yes, because we’re dating. Like, she’s my girlfriend. Which I guess she didn’t even know at the time...” Ender seemed to not like this revelation, but Damian had to press on anyway. “That brings us to last night. I don’t know if you guys were aware, but Brian Helmsley was throwing a party on his boat last night. We went to that, but Joy was having issues. We talked about it a bit, and she wanted to leave. So, we left. We went from there to the parking lot, where I sang a Tim McGraw song to her —”

“Are you serious? God, you are so your father’s son. Asshole.” Jude squeezed Ender’s leg.

“...yeah. Anyway, that went well. I think she liked it. So… we went to Jericho’s house, and I guess I woke up Amity and Tyty, which is apparently against the rules… so, I had to put him back to sleep, which I did excellently, by the way. So, I was in bed with Joy, the kid, and myself. I guess at some point, Amity came and got him — this woke Joy up… so she woke me up and we started… y’know. I won’t say it this time. So, then Jude called… and we talked, and uhm. Yeah. We didn’t do anything, I decided I wanted to talk to you guys about it, before… we proceeded.”

Thanks. Ender said in a tart voice, though he hadn’t yet been triggered into a blood rage, like Damian had expected.

“So… are we good… then?” Hey, that was painless!

Or, so he thought, as Ender hopped out of the seat and shoved his finger into Damian’s chest. “No we are fucking NOT good, you piece of garbage! Give me that!” Ender reached his hand out and snatched the necklace that Damian kept on at all times, the one that had Ender’s Super Bowl ring on it, and tore it off.

Damian stared at him with eyes that looked like Ender had just drop kicked a puppy.

“Erick.” With a leveled voice, Jude stood up and rested her hand on his back. “Sit, please.” Damian did throw a lot on them, in one sitting. Her husband did not take things like this well, but they were the adults in the situation and it was her job to make sure they acted like adults. She already knew Damian wasn’t the best with words, so she was at least prepared for this conversation to turn south. One thing she would respect, though, was he came to them before things got any further.

Scowling all the while, Ender slowly sat back down, still holding the ring in his closed fist. Damian was quiet still for a few seconds, before speaking in a small voice, while staring at his feet. “You took it. I just wanted you guys to know, because I thought you should know. Because you’re important to me, and I didn’t think it was fair to keep lying.” He swallowed, and looked up at Ender, “Give it back. I lived my whole life trying to earn that! You can’t just take it away.” Damian protested, and Ender shook his head.

“I’ll give it back if you promise to stop seeing Joy.” He said in a flat tone, and Damian shook his head.

“No! I can’t do that.”

“Why not!?”

“Because I love her!” Damian shouted in exasperation, throwing his hands into the air. This wasn’t fair! He just tried to do the right thing.

“SHUT UP, THE BOTH OF YOU.” This time, it was Jude’s turn to speak and she was talking louder than Damian has ever witnessed her speak. “Damian, sit.” With a death glare, she gestured for him to go right beside his godfather, “Erick, do not test me. If you lay a finger on him, I will get Nana involved, or worse, Troy, or worse than that, Sebastian. Now you two, look at me. Right now.” Jesus, when was the last time she had to deal with something like this? For a brief moment, Jude thought about all the messy situations she got into when she was younger, usually enabled by Belle, Kylie, .and Melody, before shaking her head in disappointment. “First off, thank you, Damian, for telling us something our daughter should’ve told us, days ago. Also, thank you for telling us everything in great detail, but honestly, it isn’t any of our business what you two choose to do behind closed doors. It is our business to make sure you two know what you’re getting into and to make sure any mistakes you make aren’t detrimental to your future. Now before I continue —”

Her stare darted from Damian to her husband. “I have a couple of questions, but you know what. I’ll answer the first few for you. When we met, did you ask for my mom’s blessing to date me?” She paused and shook her head, “No. You didn’t. You asked for her forgiveness instead. When I lost my virginity, you remember, at that party, where I got high for the very first time, did you ask for permission?” She shook her head once more and smiled, “No. You didn’t. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. Why? Because you loved me and I loved you. Look at us now.” Her eyes glanced down at his wedding band. “Happily married, with a family.”

She knelt down in front of Ender, grabbing his hands, “Answer this for me. Why do you blame him? Do you think he’s tricking Joy? Tricking her to explore her sexuality? If I can remember Damian’s words correctly, it sounds like outside of the first encounter, she was the enabler. Of course, I partly blame Kylie for that, but you and me both know Joy isn’t dumb. If he didn’t make her happy, she would’ve ended things before he could even latch onto her at the first party, before she even touched a drink. Joy isn’t someone who lets people take advantage of her. If she wants something, she’ll get what she wants. If she doesn’t, she’ll toss it away like yesterday’s trash. What do you plan to do, love? Stop her? Stop him? Do you think that’s going to work? Would that have worked for us?” Her thumb gently glided over his wedding ring.

Ender let out a long breath after Jude spoke, side-eyeing Damian. Damian was wisely keeping quiet; he appreciated Jude’s intervention, though he didn’t understand half of what she mentioned (including using Sebastian as a threat. From what Damian understood, Sebastian was just a lazy old guy. He could understand Troy though.), but he appreciated the thought. Besides, it seemed to be working, as Ender was softening at Jude’s words and touch. “I couldn’t trick her anyway. She’s smarter than I am.”

Even Ender had a hard time not smiling at that, “Yeah. She is. Look, just… just take care of her.” He said, as he held the ring out and dumped it into Damian’s hand. “...where is she, anyway?”

“Uh… Jericho’s?”

Joy walked downstairs with a sunken heart. She didn’t like this feeling. Waking up thinking she’d see someone, only to find out he left without telling her or kissing her goodbye. Quietly, she shuffled passed the room where her uncle and cousin were. Normally, she’d sit and play with them, but right now… she didn’t want to. Entering the kitchen, she opened the fridge, manually, yes manually, shocker, to retrieve one of Tyty’s juice boxes. Should she text him? No, it wasn’t her job to. He should’ve told her he had to leave early. They didn’t even share breakfast together. “Uncle, I want to go home.”

Joy, they were busy. Did kids these days have no respect? Was Jericho that bad when he was younger? “Joy, we are like ten seconds away from the Bowser fight. That takes priority. Besides, your boyfriend said he’d be back. Is he not back yet? What a fu— what an as— what a guy.” Not swearing because you were playing video games with your child was a lot, lot harder than people thought. “He should be back soon, he even said he let you know. Did he lie? Or were you just half-asleep and forgot? Because I could totally see either.”

“Nevermind, I’ll just walk.” With juice box in hand, Joy, still in her pajamas, marched down the hallway. Before she left, she peered into the room to see them focused on the game, “Good luck. Lil’ Boss, I’ll see you tomorrow. See ya, Uncle.” Not waiting for a response, she left the building.

“Why don’t you just wait for him!? Jesus, you are so like Kylie. Joy if I have to stand up from this game, I’m going to be so fucking upset with you it’s not even going to be funny.” So much for not swearing in front of the kid, huh? JJ grumbled, and paused the game, standing up and heading to the doorway, and staring at her. “Do you even know where he went? Because if I were you, I wouldn’t go to your house right now.”

Turning around, but continuing to walk down the driveway, she shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, now does it? He didn’t tell me, so why should I care where he’s at? I’m not Princess Peach, who waits for her Mario. Even if he told me while I was half asleep, he should’ve thought to leave a note. Everyone knows I’m a hard sleeper. It doesn’t take a genius to know how I sleep, especially since this past week he’s seen me sleep a couple of times.”

Okay, here we go. JJ had to be the one who had to tell her where her boyfriend went. He had to be the one who wound up with all the loud noises and the freakouts and all the garbage. “Darling, Joy. Joy, Darling. He didn’t leave a note for the reason. Joy, he went to your house to tell your parents that he’s fucking you.”

This got her to stop in her tracks. Naturally, she responded with laughter. She let it go on for a minute too long. “You’re kidding. Good one, Uncle. Always one to joke. Absolutely hilarious.” It would be hard for Joy to accept this reality because she knew how her parents would react. How her father would react. “If that’s the case, we both know he’s dead by now.”

“You know what? That makes a lot of sense. That’s probably why he ain’t back yet. Ender probably pounded him into a bloody pulp. Speaking of pulp! Do you want pulp, or pulp free O.J. to go with breakfast? Also, Joy I’m not kidding. Why would I kid about this? That’s where he told us he was going.” JJ shrugged his shoulders dismissively, shaking his head. “I dunno why he had to do it on his own. Pride, I guess? Plus, if you’re anything like Jude, you look real cute when you’re sleeping. Tough to wake up.”

Aw shit. Running back to the house, pulling out her phone, she quickly mumbled to her uncle, “OJ sounds great. Pride? or he’s a fucking idiot.” Running upstairs, back to the bedroom, she called him, pacing back and forth. He’s dead. He’s so dead. God, I just got a boyfriend and he went and got himself killed. She listened to the ringback tone, her palms sweating in anxiety.

It took a few times, with each ring seeming like it lasted longer as Joy slipped further into a panic attack, before Damian’s voice finally answered the phone. “Hey, baby. What’s up? Did you finally wake up?”

“Oh good, you’re alive.”


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Featuring: Trevor “I’m the worst...” Wells & Damian “We’re the best!” O’Connor
Setting: Early Wednesday morning, from the Wells household to the phone store.




Last night had been a rollercoaster of emotions for the Wells family. While Trevor had been enjoying the best extended first date of his entire eighteen years of life, his brother had apparently been going through a personal crisis. Trevor felt awful about that. As much as he truly enjoyed his time with Savannah, he felt like the worst brother on the planet because he wasn’t there for Riley. He had known something was up with Rye, he knew it, and he wasn’t there for him when he needed to be. Now the person he loved most was suffering, in pain, and all alone in a locked room.

Riley had holed himself up in his bedroom almost as soon as Trevor had driven them home last night. Their dads were up and waiting for them to arrive. Remy, in particular, was a nervous wreck. It had become immediately clear that they had already watched Riley’s video, and that seemed to make things worse for Rye. Trev tried to get him to talk about it. He sat outside that locked bedroom door until he fell asleep in the hallway, and Remy finally was successful in convincing him to go to bed.

It was now morning, and it seemed that not much had changed. Trevor knocked softly on the closed bedroom door. “Rye? … you up? Do you—” Trev stumbled on his words and nervously shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “Do you need anything? I could… get us something special for breakfast or—”

The feeling of a hand resting on his shoulder cut Trevor’s words off. He turned to see his pops with a mug of coffee in his hand. Jareth gave his son’s ridiculously muscular shoulder a squeeze and shook his head slowly. “Just let him be, Trev. He’s a brooder like your old man, he’ll be alright.” Jar said in a low whisper. Trevor looked like he was about to protest, so Jar spoke again. “You’ve done a lot for him already. He knows that you love him, we all do. This isn’t going to be a quick fix, and it’s not your job to do so. So go ahead and go to school, your dad and I will be here with Rye. Don’t you and Damian have plans this morning anyway?”

Trevor looked pensive for a few moments as he considered his father’s words. He wasn’t happy about it, but his pops was right, and he had no choice but to agree. Trev shrugged and nodded, “Yeah, Dames is gonna get me a new phone. Okay. I’ll see you later then, I guess. Text me if he needs anything.” Jar said that he would and Trevor left the hallway, sending a text to Damian before getting ready for the day.

To: Dames
hey i know ur probably doing unspeakable things with joy rn, but dont forget we got a date
u driving or me?
or i can meet u there?


Since six in the morning, Damian’s morning had been on overdrive. He’d skipped his standard early morning workout, and even his normal breakfast. Instead, he’d shook up a protein shake and headed to his godparents place to talk to them about Joy. It went… okay! There was only one casualty, and it wasn’t Damian; so that was a positive thing! Sitting in the center console, rather than around his neck, was the Super Bowl Ring that Ender had given him years ago; Ender had ripped it off of his neck, breaking the chain in the process.

Damian had talked to them for almost two hours, some of which was spent in silence while Ender ‘thought’ about it. This largely consisted of him brooding and grumbling about cigarettes. In the end though, Damian had managed to convince them both of at least one thing: he really did care about Joy, and that seemed to placate both of them.

And so, after dealing with that and being dismissed, Damian had hopped in the car and headed over the Wells household. Once he parked there, he checked his phone to see a few texts from his one, truest love: Trevor Wells. No homo.

To: Lovebug
im already here, i just parked actually
no unspeakable things lmao, we were very wholesome
we’ll talk in the car


Upon reading Damian’s texts, Trevor scooped up his backpack by the strap and grabbed everything else he might need for the day. Wallet, keys, damaged phone, it was all there. He stepped out the front door, dressed in jeans and a light grey t-shirt with his letterman jacket over it. The outfit was simple, but they way he styled his rusty waves with a touch of pomade made the whole ensemble look very put together. Trev strided over to Damian’s car and popped open the front door, tossing his backpack in first, and them himself.

“No unspeakable things, huh? You were very wholesome? Did we trade places or something? Trevor smirked over at his best friend with a raised eyebrow. He buckled himself in and let out a breath that sounded a lot like a sigh. “Not that I’m doing anything unspeakable… besides feeling like an unspeakably awful brother.”

Damn, maybe they did trade places. Unspeakably awful brother? That was kind of Damian’s thing — not that he was any worse than older brothers should be to younger sisters, just that Trevor was… good. It was kind of his thing. “Wait, really? What did I miss? You’re probably just feelin’ like one, I bet you aren’t actually an awful brother. Don’t have it in you.” He said with a wink, before shifting the car into reverse and pulling out of the driveway, “anyway, yeah dude. I haven’t even seen Joy naked yet, kind of a rip, at least compared to how this usually goes for me. But she’s different, I guess? Anyway, I snuck out this morning and went to her parents house to tell them that we’re dating, since we were keeping it secretive. That didn’t go well. Jude took it alright, but there was a brief period where I thought Ender was going to kill me, or at least assault me. This happened,” Damian reached into the center console and withdrew the Superbowl ring that hadn’t left the chain around his neck since the 9th grade.

“Ender ripped it off because he said I didn’t deserve it anymore. He gave it back after we talked, but man… That hurt me emotionally.” Damian sighed and turned to pull onto the street, heading toward the mall. “How’d it go with the reporter? She interviewed me, dude. Was kinda weird, since it was about the team, and I’m exiled now.”

Trev scratched at the slight amount of stubble on his chin as he listened to Damian talk about his morning. Going to talk to Joy's parents was bold, it wasn't something Dames did for just any girl he fancied. “Wow, that sounds terrifying. There's not many dudes around here big enough to take you, but Ender… I don't doubt Ender’s abilities to murder a man with his bare hands. You must really like her… huh?” Trevor smiled over at Damian knowingly. His boy had caught feels.

“Maybe it's good that things are going slow for you guys, love doesn't need to be rushed. And, to answer your question, things went great with Savannah. I had one of the best dates ever. She's beautiful, and sweet, and… like. She's perfect.” The redhead bit at his lip and smiled in a lovestruck stupor. Both boys had caught feels. The moment of romantic reminiscing was cut short when Trev frowned, remembering his brother. “She was even super understanding when I had to ditch her to be with Rye. Do you really not know what happened? I thought everyone did, but, maybe it's good if you don't. It might not be that viral then.”

Man, it looked like they both had it bad from what Damian could tell. As much as he liked Joy, it seemed that Trevor liked Savannah even more. But what was this about something being viral? Now Damian really felt like he was missing out on something. “I haven’t really been on social media at all. Joy and I went to her uncle’s house, which, by the way, is fucking sweet. I’m sure you’ve been there since I think him and your dad are pretty tight. But anyway, we went there and hung out with the kid for a bit before we went to sleep and we pretty much just slept the whole night. We almost got it on, but then her mom called at like three in the morning. I dunno, she’d woke up for some reason.” Damian shrugged his shoulders, but glanced over toward Trevor with a curious look in his eye. “What happened? Don’t make me pull the car over so I can check Snapchat. Because I totally will!”

Trevor sighed again as Damian pulled into a spot in the mall parking lot. He unfastened his seatbelt and looked at Damian. His face was serious, and worried, and sad. “It’s, uhm, it's not really my story to tell. But you'll hear it at school anyway, so it's probably better coming from your brother. Because we're all brothers, you know? Anyway… Riley took some party drugs last night, and he totally freaked out and saw things and heard things. Things from his past, I think, before we were Wells’. It messed him up pretty bad. And, there is a video on Snapchat, actually… among other places. Riley ranted out a whole video on how he's feeling and what he thinks about the school politics, and… that he's gay.” Trev looked pensive for a few moments and put his hand on the door handle to open it. “He’s been locked in his room all night, bro. It's awful, I can't help him with this and it feels awful.”

Huh. Well, Damian hadn’t been exactly expecting that. But, drugs would do that to a person unfortunately. “That’s why I don’t do no drugs.” Was Damian’s initial response, while he was still considering what Trevor had said. “I mean… it probably feels bad now, but if you think about it… I bet he’ll be a lot better for it, like overall. Admitting that he’s gay is a good first step toward better accepting himself, I think. I guess nobody really expected it but… is it really that surprising? He’s a good looking dude and hangs out with us, he could have gotten a girl if he wanted. As for the school politics thing, that’s kinda shitty, but whatever. People should look at him like he’s brave for doing that, not get angry with him. I guess it depends on what he said and who he said it to. Me, personally? I’m all done with the school politics stuff, miss me with that gay shit.” Damian said, before he opened the door and stepped out of the car. Time to go shopping, his second favorite activity.

Leaving his school stuff in the car, Trevor stepped out and closed the door behind him. He walked beside his best friend and fellow Elite member with his thumbs hooked into the pockets of his jeans. Trev looked from the ground, up to the sky, and then over to Damian. “No, it’s not really surprising. It makes a lot of sense, actually, I think I might have known it all along. But that’s not really the point though, the point is that I’m quite certain that this isn’t how he meant to come out. He thinks he committed social suicide.” Trev chewed at his bottom lip and shook his head. “But not with us as his brothers, he hasn’t. Whether or not we support school politics, we’re definitely a part of them. The Elite have status at school, and I think we might need to use that status to make sure no one fucks with Rye about this. I won’t have it.” Trevor dropped a very rare f-bomb for this occasion. The situation warranted it, if you mess with his loved ones, you get the fury of the big red machine. “So, you’re replacing my phone, but I gotta buy another one too. I have to replace the one that Riley threw into the ocean last night… Brent Richards’ girlfriend tried filming Rye when he was tripping and he kinda freaked, I guess.”

“Two phones, huh? We’re about to make some sales dude’s day. But... shouldn’t we make bro buy it? It was the girl that stepped outta line, dude, not Rye. Ya never record someone while they’re on the ground. Well… Certain times, you record certain chicks when they’re on the ground, but never a man who is having a moment. Sides, it seems like he’s gone off the deep end. If we have to start buying stuff to replace things that people destroy in the heat of passion, then we probably have a lot more things to buy. But I don’t think anyone will mess with him. Riley’s pretty popular around school — I’d say it’s likely that the only people who would really mess with him are the same people who hate us. Hailey and Hailey’s friends. That being said, yeah. We’ll step in if we have to.” Damian reached over and patted Trevor on the back, even going so far as to give his friend a squeeze of the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. For now, focus on today. Maybe Rye will just skip school for today, or the next like… what, three days? I figure it’ll be that long before something wild happens and everyone just forgets about it.”

“Yeah, he’s definitely skipping at least today I think. You’re probably right, things blow over pretty quickly at school, there’s always some new drama to be had.” Trevor shrugged, seeming a bit more lighthearted about it now. The boys stepped into the phone store together and began to walk around, browsing the selection. Trev had meant to do some research into getting an upgrade, but he’d forgotten to do that given the situation. A sales person approached the pair of them and asked what they were interested in. “Dunno yet, depends on what my sugar daddy here is willing to offer.” Trevor grinned goofily at Dames and nudged his elbow into him.

Damian chuckled at Trevor’s comment, before smiling at the sales person. “Let me paint you a picture. A young, tall, strapping young lad threw a party at his parents’ beach house. Like the lad himself, the party is a smashing success. Perhaps, though, it’s too successful. There are fights, and drama, y’know general teenager stuff. Anyway, the next morning the lad is hungover. He got puked on the night before by the girl he was hooking up with. It sucked for him.” Damian paused, checking to see if the salesperson was getting invested in the tale at all, before deciding he didn’t care and carrying on, “anyway he leaves the house without cleaning it up, takes the girl home and goes about his business. Monday comes up. He goes to school — but there, he meets the beginning of his troubles. The principal calls him into his office and gives him detention, for like three months! Every Friday’s a no go for our hero now. But that isn’t the final blow, the principal calls the dude’s mom. Not wanting to experience his mother’s wrath, the lad goes into hiding. He starts staying at his best friend’s house.” Damian at this point put an arm over Trevor’s shoulder and pulled him closer.

“It’s family dinner, the first night. The hero of the story smartly shut his own phone off so that he wasn’t bothered by his mother, because his mother is kind of like a demon. So, his mother calls his friend’s phone. The phone is answered, however not by the lad or by his friend — instead the phone is answered by a younger brother. So, that sucks. Anyway, the phone gets switched to speaker. Keepaway is played with the phone, and once our hero gets his hands on it, he does the only thing he can think to do: he throws it out the window, hoping that the garden gnome would catch it. And he did! It just so happens that the garden gnome doesn’t know how to play nice…” Damian shook his head sadly, glancing down at the floor. “I was the hero. This here’s my best friend. I threw his phone out the window, and a garden gnome punched it and it died. I’d like to replace it, with whatever sweet phone you have in store for us today. Like, seriously the toppest. Oh, and we’ll need to put his Assistant on it too, but that’s easy.”

The salesperson glanced between the unusual pair, in stature and in the way they spoke. For a solid few seconds, it was silent as she considered her response. “So… you just want a new phone?” Damian nodded and gave her a thumbs up. “Okay. I can do that. What exactly are you guys looking for?”

Damian looked at her as if she were dumb, “The sweetest one, duh. Didn’t I say that? Trev, I said that, right?”

Trevor chuckled and shook his head at his friend. Damian was always the most dramatic storyteller, captivating, but dramatic… just like the aforementioned “demon” momma of his. Truthfully, Trev didn’t really need the sweetest phone available on the market, but at the same time, he wasn’t exactly going to turn it down either. “Yeah, show us the top tier right now. No Apple stuff though, I don’t like Apple products. But, I mean…” Trev reached into his pocket and produced his phone, the co-star of Damian’s grand tale. A tiny piece of glass fell out of the shattered screen as he held it up and the display screen behind it was warped. “... anything would be better than this one, I think.”

Damian suddenly got very serious as Trevor pulled out the phone, looking at the salesperson with his eyebrows furrowed together. “Does this make me an abusive partner?” He asked, before the salesperson seemed even more flustered, and simply turned around to walk away. Damian looked over at Trevor and sighed, “was I too heavy? Damian of two weeks ago would have flirted with her and you probably would have to wait in the car, y’know. But this is new Damian. This is tied down Damian. A new power level.”

“I think I like this power level. It’s a good look on you.” Trev responded with a wide smile. While the salesperson walked off, Trevor powered on the screen of his broken phone and scrolled through his text messages from last night. He found the one from Brent telling him what the model of his girlfriend’s phone was, the phone which was now resting somewhere along the bottom of the Pacific Ocean floor. Trev walked over to the shelves and grabbed one of boxes containing the latest iPhone. Of course she had an iPhone. “Hopefully tied down Damian doesn’t make a habit of throwing electronics, though.”

For the briefest of seconds, Damian got very serious, almost the point of speaking in a whisper. “I’m in love, man.”

“Don’t worry, your electronics are safe with me, no more throwing, What basic hoe are we buying a phone for? Does every girl in our school have iPhones? You know what? Don’t answer that.” It wasn’t long before the salesperson came back with the fancy, new, still in the box phone. As she worked on unboxing it, Damian posed a question. “Trevor has a lot of shirtless and pantsless pictures of me on his old phone and it’s like really important that he keep those. Can you do the file transfer thingy?” He asked, and the salesperson was suddenly flushed in the face again.

“It is.” Trevor nodded seriously in agreement. Hanging around Damian brought out the best and worst in Trevor, which included his goofy side.

“U-uh, y-yeah.. Can I see your phone?” She held her hand out toward Trevor, and that dumb smile never left Damian’s face.

The redhead passed his corpse of a phone to the sales person. “It still works for the most part, so the transfer should probably go through.” Trev took a peek at the box that the saleslady had brought over. “Does that one have a good camera? I might have a really gorgeous subject to be taking pics of soon, and I don’t mean this guy shirtless.” Trevor smiled and slapped a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “Sorry, bro.”

“That’s okay, I have someone else I can send shirtless pics to nowadays anyway.” Damian said with a smile, as the salesperson held out the new phone, her mission accomplished. Damian gestured for Trevor to take it, holding out his card with his other hand. The card was swiped, and Damian took it back. “Hey, thanks! You have a wonderful day now, miss.” With that, Damian hopped off of the seat and turned to walk toward the way out, adding to Trevor.

“Hey, is it cool if I just drop you off at your place? Technically, I still got a girlfriend to tend to. She’s waiting for me at her Uncle’s place, and if I had to guess? She’s probably pissed. Plus… I’m gonna go face my mom.”

“Yeah, that’s fine, man. Maybe Rye will be doing better now.” Trevor said as he finished checking out separately to get Brent’s girlfriend’s iPhone. “Good luck with your ma, though. Bring Joy as a buffer, nobody can get too angry if Joy’s around, she’s too sweet.”

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After Kit jumped out of the car, she gave Sam a big hug goodbye. She had to show her gratitude somehow! Sam had done a lot for her that evening, and Kit wanted her to know that she was appreciated. “Thank you! I’ll see you at school.” With that, the car pulled away and Kit zipped toward the house, opening the door to come face to face with her father, who was sitting in an armchair, wide awake. “Doc! Where’s the Professor?! I need her.”

“KitKat, it is like one in the morning! I can’t wake the Professor up. She was furious that I let you go to that party… Wait, do you have a McFlurry? What kind is it? Where did you get a McFlurry?” Oliver was suddenly very confused as his daughter stuck a bite of ice cream into her mouth.

“Uh, McDonald’s? Duh du jour, Doc. Don’t you have PhD? It’s M&M. Annnnnd it has Rolos in it. Annnnnnnd some Oreos. I kinda made them put everything in it. It’s delicious. Now, vamos! Awaken the Professor! It’s important.” Kit ordered, stepping up the stairs. She would have done two at a time, but Kit’s legs were much too small for that. She took them one at a time like any other person. “Send her to my dwelling! And, you too. There’s more for you to do.”

Oliver watched as Kit headed up the stairs, and wondered briefly if she was just on a bad trip. (Un)Fortunately, Oliver knew in his heart of hearts that his daughter didn’t have a bad trip inside of her to go on. She was just kind of weird. She got it from him, after all. Shaking his head, he walked to the downstairs Master bedroom and went to the bed, shaking his wife’s shoulder. “Molly? Get up. Kit wants you. She says it’s important.


Muffled growls could be heard from the matriarch's mouth. Her face was hidden by her pillow while her back faced the ceiling. It wasn’t the fact that Kit went to a party that upset her, it was the fact that her husband gave her permission without consulting the mama that did. They were a team, weren’t they!? This boiled her to the core. Her husband knew better.

There’s one thing Molly always looked forward to. That is: giving her daughter advice whenever she needed it. Her husband robbed her of that opportunity. She could’ve given her child, emphasis on HER child, some sound words that could’ve prepared her for any happenings at a big party thrown by big name kids. The dos and don’ts. The whos and whats. The DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. You know, basics. But no, her husband felt like it was totally okay to allow her daughter to go gallivanting with strangers, with nothing but her own ideas. Kathryn was a special kind of girl, and with unique traits like that… it required management and a gentle push in the right direction.

Begrudgingly, she turned her body around and glaringly narrowed her eyes at her other half, muttering, Oliver. He was the person she didn’t want to see. Especially not at… she glanced over to their clock on the nightstand… ONE-FUCKING-AM. “What the shit! This can’t wait?!”

There was no respect in this household!

“I don’t think it can wait. She’s having one of her… things, I think.” Oliver was treading lightly, he’d expected this to go poorly; Molly didn’t normally like to wake up, let alone be forcibly waken up at such an hour. Even so, this wasn’t the first time that Kit had a ‘moment.’ Typically, they were chaotic and rarely ended without someone (usually Oliver) being yelled at, for some reason or another. “I mean, I can try to deal with it, but she really wants you in her room. I dunno why.”

“Something probably happened at the party.” Molly sat up aggressively. “A party I didn’t find out until after she was already gone!” She patted down her fly aways. “You see what happens when you don’t bring things up with me?” After throwing off her comforter, and a variety of other blankets, she gestured for him to get his hoodie so she could throw it over her and her nightgown. It was chilly. “If something bad happened, I swear to God, OLIVER.”

“Nothing bad happened, come on. She’s smarter than that.” Before she’d even gestured, Oliver had already grabbed the hoodie and was handing it to her. He knew what wifey wanted, but, even so… “You know, it’s one in the morning. And didn’t we already argue about this? C’mon.” Oliver gestured for Molly to follow him to their daughter’s room, where light leaked out of an open door, along with some music. “See? She wouldn’t be listening to music if it was that bad.” Oliver protested, as they walked into the room.

Their daughter was sitting on the bed, chewing on a piece of pizza that was leftover from the night before. With her mouth full, she addressed her parents. “Hey, Professor! Doctor.” She beamed at her mother, and gave her father a stiff nod; nothing new, this was their typical greeting.

“Doctor.” Oliver returned the nod, before Kit began speaking again.

“Hey, I dunno if you guys know this, but… we’re kinda running low on pizza? I don’t know if you guys want to replenish that or if I’m gonna have to start eating normal foods... You know what? That’s not that important I guess.” She grabbed a piece of printer paper and hopped off the bed, thrusting it at rOliver. “Go see Auntie Sofi. I need that stuff, asap.”

Oliver looked down at the piece of paper and read it, before looking back at his daughter. “These are hair dyes?”

“Yup. A royal blue and a royal purple. I was serious about the pizza by the way.”

“Sofi is probably asleep…”

“You have a house key! Wake her ass up, coward. It’s for me. She’ll be happy to help.” Kit protested, and Oliver sighed, turning and leaving as he mumbled about how Sofi probably slept naked and he was going to get hit and this sucked and life sucked.

“Woah, woah. Hold on just a second.” Molly snatched the paper away from her husband, quickly scanning at it and then peering at her daughter, “... No.” Usually, Molly spoiled Kit to bits but this was her hair on the line. “You will not be dying your hair, young lady! Why do you even need to?!” Her natural hair was beautiful. This was outrageous. “First, you change your style. Now you want to change how you look completely? I won’t allow it.” Molly folded up the paper and was ready to storm off and go back to bed. She was woken up for this bull. And for once, it was all directed to Kit and not Oliver.

Kit looked at her father for help, though when he shrugged his shoulders, before stepping out of the room. Kit realized she was fighting this battle on her own. Oh well, she could do it. “Of course I’m not dying my hair. You’re dying it! And cutting it, I’m thinking about to here.” She gestured with her hand to show neck length, as opposed to the longer hair she wore now that was gliding down her back. She took a deep breath, and sighed. “Mama, I had a really bad night. My heart was broken. I thought I was in love with Selena Sterling. I’m not. I need to change myself, a lot, so I can be Kit, instead of Kit In Name Only, Who’s Simply Trying to Make Selena Notice Her. I don’t want this anymore!” She pulled at the long hair, and pointed toward the closet that was filled with expensive, preppy clothes, that had buried her more normal attire of comfy pants and graphic tees.

“I want to be me. I like soccer, and fighting games, and the internet, and pizza. I can’t keep doing this to myself. I look in the mirror, and I’m sad. I don’t want to be sad anymore.” By the end of her statement, Kit’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet and almost cracked to break into tears.

How was a mother supposed to react to this? Biting her bottom lip, she gave her husband back the list, but still was on the fence with saying ‘yes’. Her permission for him to leave wasn’t given yet. Approaching Kit, she pulled her into an embrace and softly spoke, “What does your hair have to do with any of this?” Molly looked down at her child’s hair and ran her fingers through it. If anything, this was more of a mother not wanting to let go of the one thing that reminded her that her baby was her’s. Mothers were usually attached to little things like that.

Molly’s hair was always something she took pride in, going to school with the longest, volumiest, and softest hair compared to her classmates, even Summer, her best friend, admired her hair. Kit’s hair was no exception. When she was small, Molly would spend every night brushing her hair, while she did all the things she liked, like playing video games or eating pizza. Now she wanted to cut it! AND color it! She wanted to understand. She really did. But she couldn’t. All she needed to do was be herself, right? Why did she have to change her looks? What Molly didn’t realize was, Kit was very much like her. For years, Molly pretended to not be as smart as she was, to belong. She taught herself to be popular and hot, because everyone liked what they saw, but then her husband helped her love the person who she truly was. Still hot and popular, but a total nerd too.

Her mother didn’t get it. That was the simplest this could be boiled down to; Molly didn’t get it. Kit changed herself so that she could be more appealing to people who she didn’t really like. She didn’t want to pretend anymore, pretending was hard. It made her sleepy, and she could have so much more fun doing things a different way. The right way. The way she really was.

“I’m trying to make friends, Professor. With people who are like me, but I can’t. I can’t do it when I can’t even be friends with myself. Like, look at me! I’m fake. I’m fake. I don’t want to be fake, I just want to be me. The hair is part of the fake! Look, the Doc told me that if you go through something stressful, a good way to distance yourself is dramatic change. I want to distance myself.” Kit was explaining her logic, but like it or not, she’d accidentally thrown Oliver back under the bus.

Oops.

“Oliver, what the hell?!” Molly pulled away from her daughter and brought her attention to the love of her life. “Have you ever gone through a drastic change when you needed to ‘distance’ yourself? What does that even mean? What are you feeding our daughter?!” Rest in peace, Oliver. You lived a good life. “I don’t understand why changing your hair solves any of this!” Molly was losing focus. She didn’t know who to be mad at. Her husband or her daughter. Truly, she shouldn’t be mad at either, but this was her child’s hair! The hair that she gave her, while she was in her womb! How is that fake?!

“Molly, I have a PhD! I think I know what I’m talking about! Literally, a doctorate in teenage psychology! It was your idea!” Oliver protested over his shoulder as he headed down the stairs. “I’m going to see Sofi! Give up! She wins this one.” Then, there was the sound of their front door opening and closing.

“Molly, Daddy says. Can’t we just do what I want? Because, like. If you don’t help me with this, I’m gonna do it myself, in the mirror, with a pair of Crayola safety scissors and hope for the fuggin’ best. This is not a game, this is real life. I need your help, I am asking you for your help. Help me! Kit was at her absolute end of the rope.

“Okay, whatever. You win. I’m going to make coffee.” Molly wasn’t the bad guy in this situation but they both were painting her out to be the enemy, and then Oliver left without kissing her goodbye. It was too early for this. She had a headache and when she found time to be alone, she’ll just give herself a good cry and make things better. “Find a picture of what you want and print it out so I can use it as reference. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen.” With that, Molly sternly, and strongly, walked out and made her way to her kitchen. Taking a seat on a barstool, she buried her face in the palm of her hands. She was probably a terrible mother and wife for caring too much about this.

“Can you bring me some trash bags? I need trash bags!” Kit yelled after her mother. Sure, Kit had upset her a little, but eh. She’d get over it. Her mother was tough, and speaking typically, her father would handle it! Just as soon as he returned from where he was going and brought back what he wanted from Auntie Sofi! “How many pictures? I think I found some!” As far as Kit was concerned, this was a win for her.
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As they pulled up toward the Wells house, Hailey looked over at Hana. By now, Hailey’s Korean was short of breath, due to what Hailey had been up to with her hand in Hana’s lap. Hailey had been on the phone for a while of the car ride, but her attention had been focused almost entirely on Hana. Once the phone call had ended, Hailey had taken her attention off of Hana, and wiped her hand clean on the seat so that she could send a text to Remy, letting him know that she and Hana would be stopping by to check in on Riley, after the somewhat ‘controversial’ video he’d posted on Instagram the evening before.

Really, Hailey had words for Riley. A lot of them. Some heavy, some light. Some teasing, some rude. She knew one thing for certain, “Butler, stay here. Hana, come.” Hailey ordered plainly as the car came to a complete stop. Butler looked over his shoulder, but chose not to question them and shrugged his shoulders. This was fine; he could watch something cheesy on Netflix in the meantime. Hailey opened the door, gesturing for Hana to follow after her. “Come on, darling. We have work to do.” Hailey ordered to Hana as she strolled up to the door and knocked, patiently awaiting Remy’s inevitable answering.

It wasn’t a negative thought but the lingering thought in Hana’s mind as the car pulled to a stop was if this was going to happen every time she rode with Hailey. With enough repetition and expectation, the back of a vehicle could damn well be a Pavlovian experience for the currently worked up and damn near breathless Korean. The point of this trip she didn’t even fully understand, but it was a perk of being in a relationship with Hailey Green. Hana was like the Personal Aide to the President, secretly the hardest job in politics, only the actual President probably didn’t leave their aide flushed and scrambling to make sure they didn’t look worked up.

Before stepping out of the car, Hana saw a little opening and wrestled with the notion of speaking up. It was a little crude, but maybe Hailey would have a chuckle before attending to her duties and wouldn’t that brighten the mood, especially given the events of brunch earlier? ”I almost did, Hailey.” Hana spoke when Hailey told her to come, offering her smile as she stepped out of the car. A bit crude, but she tried and couldn’t be faulted for that.

Inside, in the kitchen, where he usually resided, Remy sat at the counter with both his laptop and planner open. Gently tossing his phone on the counter, with a strained expression on, he furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t think Riley needed to revisit his childhood years, where he saw a therapist weekly. A therapist to help him socialize with his peers that weren’t his brother. And yet... this past month displayed obvious signs that his youngest son needed help.

Ultimately, Remy blamed himself for missing the signs. The signs of concern that his boy was battling demons that no parent could handle to fix on their own. You’d think he would’ve caught a glimpse of something, seeing how Riley was so much like Jareth. So much like his beloved. At least in the way they dealt with their damage.

Moments ago, he had gotten off the phone with Dr. Thomas, seeing if his friend had availability within the next week. Of course, Oliver Thomas made exceptions for friends, so fitting Riley in the next morning was no problem. Remy doubted his son would want to go to school for the rest of the week. So, he’d grant him that peace of mind. He wasn’t going to force him to do anything. This was a sensitive time for his son and rather than push him more in the corner than he already felt he was in, Remy would simply wait out the storm and pray this didn’t lead to…

No father, or mother, would ever want to consider the prospect of their child being suicidal, but if Riley continued on this path of self destruction… what was a father to do? The video absolutely broke Remy’s heart. The Beverly Hills High he knew wasn’t as bad as the school his son went to. Truth be told, the school he knew wasn’t bad at all. Yes, there were the cliques, as all high schools had, but there was always this underlying sense of family, even between the opposing ‘factions’, the evil queen and her ice queen, Alyssa Green and Evelyn Harding, against Connor and his Elite. Honestly, Remy always took it as sibling banter (though not by blood) and a fun game of wits and wagers.

Remy was simply a small town boy from Colorado, but when he visited with his family of friends, after they all met David Powers, during the great Fable break up (fun fact, Rose’s mother did push her soulmate away for many years to deal with her baggage), he met the lot of them. They were simply young teens making the best of their lives. If anything, it gave them hilarious stories and great laughs. Now, for the most part, everyone was amicable with one another. This school, though? The new Beverly Hills High? This school sounded like hell.

Remy was too caught up in his thoughts to realize Hailey had sent him a text fifteen minutes ago, so when there was a knock on his door, his eyes peered toward the front entrance in mild confusion. Who could be visiting? The only logical answer was a package or a weekly special ingredients delivery. In time, he made his way to the front door and looked through the peephole.

Oh, it was Eve’s look-alike and a cute Asian girl. What a pleasant surprise. She must be concerned for Riley, since he hasn’t missed school since freshman year when he had the flu. Opening the door, Remy beamed at the two gorgeous, young ladies, “Hailey! Good morning, sweetheart. I don’t think Riley is up—”

“Dad, did you make food?” Speak of the devil. At the top of the stairs, Riley was bundled in his gray comforter. When he saw who was at the front door, he turned on his heel, “Actually, I’m not hungry. I’m going back to bed. Niiiight.”

Remy tsked, looking back at his son, stopping him in his tracks. “Don’t be rude, come down and say hi to Hailey and…” Remy glanced back seeking a proper introduction to his new guest.

More and more Hana felt like the lead character in a trashy novel read by bored housewives in-between their fourth glass of wine of the morning and their daily mental gymnastics on why not to have a torrid affair. In those novels the girl was always just some nobody blessed with either superstar looks or a humble personality that was just what the hunky love interest needed. And in every one of those novels, at least when class warfare or politics were involved, there was the scene where the regular girl was meeting some movers and shakers but the love interest was secretly embarrassed and didn’t let the girl speak.

This wasn’t one of those times.

Hana knew Hailey wasn’t embarrassed by Hana, it was just that Hana had a newfound tendency to need a few moments to gather herself and her thoughts when she was out and about with Hailey. When she was slow on introducing herself, she was glad that someone between the two of them could easily transition from pleasure to business.

“Her name is Hana. She’s my girlfriend, and she’s very shy. If i had to guess, she won’t be speaking much at this meeting — I’m not sure she and Riley have ever met.” Hailey spoke to Remy in order to introduce her girlfriend, but then turned her attention to Riley, giving him the tiniest of smiles. It was against the rules to seem too happy, after all.

“They came to see if you were okay! The least you could do is say hi and come down for breakfast. You could use more compassionate friends like them and I’d rather you eat with friends than alone in your bedroom.” Remy lectured, before smiling back at Hailey and Hana, “It’s very nice to meet you Hana. Please, please, make yourself at home.”

”Likewise, sir. Hailey has said so much about you and your family. All good things, honest.” Hana spoke up just in time to make them realize she wasn’t a mute, and in so doing was lying straight out of her ass. But with a smile. She was learning.

At those words, Riley wanted to choke in laughter. Compassionate? Hailey? Hilarious. His stomach growled, though. He might have to admit defeat in this battle. His dad would never shut up about it if he chose to storm off in a tantrum. There was a plus side to this, right? Food. Food was always a plus side.

“Apologies, Remy. Normally, I wouldn’t bring Hana to stuff like this, but she stayed over last night so truth be told? I didn’t have much of a choice.” Hailey and Hana had already eaten, but… Hailey would still eat again if Remy was cooking; it was for the best, based on what she’d had that was made by him before. “We can’t stay long, Remy. I just saw the video that Riley posted, and I simply had to check on him. He said some rather, ahem, aggressive words about the student body, and I wanted to make sure that he wasn’t still under the influence.” Hailey was well-spoken, and good at covering up true intentions, but even she was having trouble hiding the venom underlying her words.

“If possible, I’d like to speak to him without — and I mean no offense, I’m sure you’ve a lovely father — a helicopter parent. We could speak more privately in the living room, and then meet you back in the kitchen when we’re ready?” Hailey was still speaking more to Remy than to Riley, though after she finished, she turned her attention to Riley full force, “if you wouldn’t mind, after all. It’s your decision — you’re the one who’s having an off day, I wouldn’t want to intrude on that.”

By now, Riley left his blanket behind, his hands were shoved in his sweatpants’ pockets, as he stood beside his father, “Whatever.”

Like that’s true. We both know you won’t take no for an answer.

His father slapped his shoulder and lowly reprimanded, “I raised you better than that.” Riley shrugged in response, which caused Remy’s face to heat in annoyance. Go cook. Bringing his attention back to the girls, he nodded, “Alright, you know where to find me.” Walking away, Remy gritted his teeth. Keep that attitude up and I’ll get your dad involved.

Now, in the living room, Riley crossed his arms, on one side of the coffee table, apathetically staring at the two girls that felt inclined to show how much they really care. “Cut the crap, Hailey. Say your piece, then—” He paused and cooly gestured toward the door, “—Get out.” Riley didn’t care how he talked to the ‘queen’ or, at this rate, the fallen, which honestly was different than the majority of the student body. Everyone treaded lightly around her, aside from Owen Lyon. Even her closest confidants, Trixie and Ophelia, watched what they said around her. Owen defended those that were defenseless and never changed who he was, a true trait to admire. Riley simply was turning over a new leaf. Being as real as he could be. No more pretending.

The youngest Wells boy was tired of putting on a front for others, especially people like her that only associated with kids like him when she got offended. Trevor was better at blending in with the creme de la creme. Riley, though? He showed his roots. He had nothing until his fathers adopted him. When you’ve experienced losing everything, that puts a new perspective on how you go about things. His morning show was supposed to be a platform for everyone, not just the high and mighty. But at this point, everyone could go fuck themselves. He was tired of the petty bullshit. He was tired of people that thought they could get away with murder because they were fortunate since the day of birth. If she was here seeking an apology, she wouldn’t get any. He was already a dead man walking at school. Her threats would only come out empty.

“Oh, shush. Being dead inside doesn’t suit you much at all. You’re much better when you aren’t high and you’re in less of, a… mood, so to speak. I didn’t come here to threaten you, which I’m sure you don’t believe.” Now, Hailey spoke in a neutral tone, perhaps not as aggressive as expected. She shook her head, half-wondering what Riley had taken that had done this to him. “Honestly, what do you think the school is going to do if you show up back like this? Me, personally? I don’t much care about you — but, my father is quite fond of you. That being said, I won’t tolerate you blatantly calling James out like that. Do not do that. He is my best, and often only, friend. You had no right and certainly no reason to mention him in your little bitchfest. Aside from that, he certainly doesn’t ‘fight my battles for me.’” Hailey scoffed, her voice dripping with the more standard venom she was known for. Truth be told, the only offense Riley had made against her personally was calling out her Butler. James didn’t need to be caught in the crossfire of her behavior; after all, he spent most of his time trying to minimize it.

“I don’t need him. He supports me and offers insight and advice where applicable. He is one of the most important people in my life and I would appreciate it if you openly and publicly rescinded your comments relating to him. I don’t care about the rest, say what you will about me, but leave Butler alone.” She hooked some of the dark hair behind her ear and shook her head. Why bother? Riley seemed committed if nothing else. “Now, having said that, I would like to address the rest of this. I don’t know what your plan is, but if you hide here, you are only going to make things worse. You freaked out and had a moment, and what? You think staying home is going to make it better, honestly? If that’s the case, you’re more of a fool than I thought you were. This isn’t what you’re known for, why be a depressed baby? You have a platform at the school — ought to take advantage of it and face the backlash head-on. Hiding at home is just going to make people talk. If you want my advice, don’t give them a chance to talk. That’s how I handle things, and let’s be honest, I’m clearly better at this than you.” She reached out and took Hana’s hand in her own.

“I’ve had a bad day already, or I’d probably be more angry with you. Hana doesn’t really need to see me destroy you. I have one question for you, Riley Wells. Do you really believe in what you said?”

At mention of Hailey’s anger and her own name, Hana cracked the smallest of smiles. While she was merely along for the ride, she couldn’t help but to think of a certain cashier at a cafe where Hana first got a hint of Hailey’s controlled, smooth dominating aggression. It had done wonders for Hana’s thought processes and was what had her swept up in the whirlwind that was Hailey Green. Hana might not have needed to see Hailey destroy this boy, but if she did then Hana’s nervous little fidgeting over the whole meeting people thing would turn towards something more resembling grinding. But they were not in Hailey’s room or the backseat of a car, so Hana had to simply keep it together and be with her thoughts.

Riley was… taken aback. She was only here because of that one comment he said about her butler? He was expecting a downright verbal beating from her, because he knew Hailey did fight her own battles. She wouldn’t have made it to the top without having a distinct set of skills. Most people did have money, but now that he thought about it, she didn’t really flaunt her’s. All she did was scare people shitless by being… well, her. “Some things… yes.” He scratched his head recalling the words he said while on E. “It feels like a stage. We’re both in the audience, and acting. I’ve tried to make the best of it, by creating something we could all look forward to, but what’s the point? High school is just a game to everyone, and you’re the biggest player.”

His dark brown eyes met with Hailey’s before he spoke again, “Here’s a question for you, Hailey.” He stood his ground and was surprised how well this was going. He wasn’t shaking in fear and for once, he saw Hailey as a person and not a monster. “What do you gain from all this? You said it yourself, your butler is your best, and often, only friend, and now I’m assuming Hana can be added to that list too. What about everyone else? Does it make you feel good that everyone either fears or hates you? I just… don’t get it. Why would anyone want that?”

He didn’t mind the public apology, he did, however, mind going to school after he had just came out and after he showed people a glimpse of… his baggage. No one knew him on a personal level. No one that wasn’t Trevor, Damian, and JD. No one knew anything about him besides what he displayed on the Morning Show. He had… the biggest facade of them all.

“Oh, yes, certainly. I love it! Fear controls the weak, and I’m a bit of a control freak. Not that it matters anymore, I got bored with the game, and I’ve turned all my cards over to the next people. I have this —” She held up Hana’s hand, “— instead, and I vastly prefer it. Love, as it happens, is a more powerful emotion than hatred. I would have never guessed. Anyway… if you wanna do this whole new ‘crusade’ thing, where you reveal your real feelings and power up from it… then sitting here and wallowing in your self-pity is the exact opposite way to do it. People aren’t going to get better if you drop a bombshell and then hide in your own shelter.”

She scoffed again, though rather than aggressive venom, she was speaking more with disappointment than anything. “If you wanna do this right, then you face it head on. You don’t sit here, with a demeanor like that of a pouty child. You go to the school, and you fight for what you believe in. We’ll be leaving now, I’ve not much else to say to you. If you’d like, you’re welcome to hitch a ride to school with us.”

Hana had never been so happy to be referred to as ‘this’, as a thing, before and her blush was only testament to the mutual feeling of a certain l-word between them.

Uh… what? Riley was actually starting to like Hailey. She seemed to be made out of nothing but steel. Her attitude and way she went about things, it was like water off a duck’s back. He didn’t think he had much time to think, because she looked ready to leave, so quickly he blurted, “Let me change! Go talk to my dad.”

Was he actually going to school?

Before he knew it, he was in his bedroom looking through his clothes and thinking about the statement he wanted to make. Things he needed to address. He called the majority of the student body fake, stupid, and insignificant. He made hits at the Weekend Warrior and Hailey. He came out. And he showed them how miserable he was…. when in reality, he wasn't miserable at all. Sure, there were some battles he still needed to deal with, but nothing to make him presently miserable. His life was good.

Really, his monologue last night came from his hatred towards the way things were. How everyone treated each other. Last night, the drugs took him on a terrible trip and made it seem like he hated his life. He didn’t. He just hated how kids made highschool stupid…

Love was the medicine Hailey needed to take her out of the game? Was it really that powerful? Love. He thought for a second. Hell, even Damian and Trevor were preoccupied with this thing called love. Love. What a weird emotion.

His eyes set on the blue jacket his father always hoped he’d wear. Branch out from all the black from time to time. Not like Remy hated all the black, since that’s Jareth’s go to color, but his father knew his son hid behind the color. When people wore black on the daily, others didn’t approach you as often as those that dressed brightly. Unless, you were Trixie and Marshall. Those two used black to enhance their sexuality. That’s a different story.

Alright, he knew what he was going to wear.

From downstairs, the girls and Remy were by the front door, since they were going to make their exit soon. Remy had given them food to go and his annoyance from earlier was completely gone. His son was going to school! He couldn’t believe it, but it was happening. Who knows what got over him?

Footsteps could be heard from the stairs. Glancing over to the noise, Remy’s eyes widened. “Riley?”

His son’s outfit was surprisingly on point, matching excellently, and he was wearing… the blue jacket! He even did his hair, sleeking it up. W-what was all this? To say Remy was surprised was an understatement. His son was still sporting black with his pants and shoes, but it wasn’t just black. There was blue and red too. This was a whole new Riley Wells. Or maybe the same Riley, just more comfortable in his own skin?

“Hi dad. I’m off, I’ll catch you tonight.”

“Don’t forget your lunch!” Remy lifted the lunchbox up, still stunned from what he was seeing. He looked back at Hailey, seeking answers. What did she say?! And he was met with a shrug of Hailey’s delicate shoulders.

“I never do.” Graciously, Riley grabbed the lunch box from his father and gave a kind smile that warmed the chef’s heart, “Thanks, dad.” For everything. With faint blush gracing his face, obviously embarrassed to do this in front of Hailey and Hana, Riley kissed his father’s cheek and then led the way out the door. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Great. You can sit in the passenger’s seat, next to the man you offended. I’ll sit in the backseat, because I’m not finished with Hana yet, and I don’t think you, of all people, want to be there for that.” Hailey said, leading them to her car.

Unlike her remark when leaving the car, Hana didn’t speak up on the way back to the car even though she was deeply considering telling Riley to ‘make sure the dividing window was up’, this was no time for innuendo and admission of what ‘finished with Hana’ meant as if it wasn’t readily apparent. Instead, Hana merely held Hailey’s hand with a bit of a tighter squeeze than before, as much of a silent appreciation for Hailey’s words about Hana back there as there ever could be - and a gesture that it was certainly mutual.

Strange though it was to be a fly on the wall in this conversation, Hana had to admit...she could get used to it.

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Location: The School Halls & Henry’s Car
Featuring: Min “She Helped Me” Seo and Henry “...are you sure about this?” Green
After school



Henry had to wonder if he was going to do this everytime she went to this. Sitting at the school for an additional half hour? He wasn’t into it. It was awful. This place was boring, it was lonely, it was quiet and… He was just standing there. Hanging out near the science room where she’d told him she was gonna be, and watching YouTube on his phone. He didn’t even have Parker to talk to, since Brian had taken her to do… whatever.

Henry had learned long ago that letting Brian do what he was going to do was always better than demanding to know what he was doing. Plus, the dude really liked Parker. He was the least likely to fuck with her.

When the door flew open, and Kit and Min burst out, Henry’s head snapped up from his phone and he turned his attention to the girls. Before he could speak, the blonde girl talked. In the only voice she seemed to have, an unnecessarily loud one. “Hi, Min’s boyfriend! Bye Min. The Doc is here to get me!” With that, she was off, and Henry was left alone with Min.

Henry looked down at Min as he slid his phone into his pocket and raised an eyebrow, “I’m ‘Min’s boyfriend’ now?” He asked, before he swooped down and kissed her on the lips, then put his arm around her shoulder and led her down the hallway.

Min wasn’t surprised to see Henry waiting outside, she had sent him a message and everything, though she was slightly disappointed that he didn’t come into the room proper. Maybe he could’ve joined her in joining the club - though she figured it wasn’t exactly his thing. Min wasn’t even sure it was her thing but the members seemed nice enough and Kit was excited so the least Min could do was try it out. Clubs looked good on resumes.

Of course, her disappointment vanished as soon as she was wrapped up in a kiss like they hadn’t seen each other in months. If it would always be like that, Min could definitely get used to it. “Do you...not...like it?” Min’s question came with her head resting against his arm as they walked, very couple-like, down the hallway. “You will...always be…’Min’s boyfriend’ to her.” Min wasn’t sure that Kit knew Henry’s name, but it didn’t matter. Kit’s title wasn’t wrong.

“You could have...come inside...it is...a fun...club...I think.”

“Of course I like it. I just… have a name.” He shook his head, smiling as he held her close to him while they walked together. He didn’t mind the title, he just figured if Kit was going to be Min’s best friend, she could at least learn her boyfriend’s name… Henry’s face lit back up in a smile after Min talked about how it was a ‘fun club.’

“You think it’s fun, or you know? He teased, giving her another kiss as they stepped into the parking lot. He clicked his key to unlock the doors, and nodded. He could go to it if she wanted him to, he didn’t mind. “Do you want me to come next time? I can check it out if you’d like.” Henry shrugged, before he got in the driver’s seat of the car. “What even is it? Tabletop club? What does that even mean?

Henry started the car and looked over at Min-seo, “so hey. What’s up with that girl you’ve been hanging out with, anyway? Wasn’t she blonde the last time I saw her? ...like, what’s she like? She’s your friend, so you should probably give me a warning before I actually meet her.”

“I think it is fun. We...did not do...anything. But talk about...making...characters? There was...a big book...I can..be...frog.” Min felt like she was a child describing her day at school to her parents, but it was hard not to sound that way when discussing a club that she still wasn’t entirely sure the point of was. It involved a big book, characters, and the two boys seemed genuinely happy to talk to a girl. “You should...come. If you...don’t like...then I..make it up...to you.” She didn’t need to clarify, she hoped he was good enough at math to put two and two together.

“You mean...Kit? She is...best friend. She is..very...funny.” Min needed some time to find the right word that didn’t sound like she was saying something negative. Funny seemed fairly universally positive. “Without her...I would not...be your...girlfriend. She helped me with...blow..job. I think...she...cheerleader? She is...single...I think?”

There was a book? Man, Henry hated reading. Maybe it would at least have pictures… making characters? Some kind of video game, then. She can be a frog…? This was so totally not Henry’s scene, he had to think of a way to let her down easy—

“If you...don’t like...then I..make it up...to you.”

Well, she’d sold him on the deal. It sounded like some nerdy shit, and Henry made a mental note to text Joy about it. She was the biggest nerd in the school, and she probably knew whatever the fuck they were doing in that room. Plus, Min was sweetening the deal with promise of not only sexual favors, but sexual favors to make him happy after he didn’t have a fun time. He’d be a damned fool to not go to it now, and Henry Green was certainly not a fool. “Yeah, sure I’m totally in.”

Then, she spoke about her friend. Best friend! That was exciting, Henry was happy to hear that she’d made one of those already. “She helped you with all that stuff? That’s… cool. How did she help you with these things? She’s single?”

She should’ve gotten a signing bonus if it meant bringing someone like Henry Green to the next tabletop club meeting; that was probably like a celebrity coming to eat at a roadside diner on the edge of the city limits. Min-seo was just glad he didn’t scoff at the idea, and she hoped he wouldn’t go into the meeting with the intent to dislike it just because of her promise. Her boyfriend would have more integrity than that.

“She told me..how to...fit it in...my mouth.” There was a hint of embarrassment in Min’s response but there was far less of it than there would if the car had more people in it. Like Parker. “She also told me..how to...send...sex texts?” That word still confused her. ‘Sext’ didn’t even sound english, it sounded like a mathematical term for sixty or a multiple of six. “But...I told her...maybe...about...us...helping..her?”

Awwww, she wanted to help her friend. Henry was forever impressed with his own ability to get Min-seo to date him. She was such a sweetheart, and could — in every way except maybe what he had in his pants — do a helluva lot better than him. He looked over at her in the corner of his eye and he couldn’t help but smile. She just made him… happy. “Sexts, Min. Speaking of those, I wanted to send you some like… all day. I was tryna to be appropriate. I don’t know if you want stuff like that poppin’ up in your phone durin’ school.” He shrugged his shoulders, but had yet to address her question of helping Min’s friend. Henry had to think about that for a moment.

Did he have any single friends? Not really, but he was sure he could find someone at that school that was viable for Min’s friend. Maybe Ari? Did Min’s friend like girls? Well… most of the girls at their school liked girls, so Henry decided to safely assume that yes. Min’s friend did like girls.

“Help her with what? Like, getting a boyfriend or girlfriend? I mean, we can try, but I don’t know many bachelors or bachelorettes that are roamin’ the BHHS halls, ya know what I’m sayin’?”

Was that even allowed? Sending sex texts during school hours? That seemed like something super risky and the last thing Min wanted was for Henry to get in even more trouble with the school administration. She could handle the separation once class started, they still had homeroom and lunch together and they lived together. The occasional message throughout the day wouldn’t hurt, she figured. If for no other reason than to make history less dull.

“Help her...with…sex That wasn’t exactly it, but the conversation in the science class was so very long ago and before she was caught up in the whole idea of making a cute character for a table. “I..don’t know...what she likes...she does not know...but she did see...your...penis. From...the boat. I think...she liked it.”

Hold the goddamn phone. Was his girlfriend (who had been a virgin until like two nights ago) asking him if he and she could have a threesome with her friend? Sweet Christmas. Henry didn’t even know what to say. Was this a test? Was it safe to say yes? Of course he wanted to say yes, but he also did not want to risk giving the ‘yes’ answer when this was just a test from her to see what he was like.

Holy shit, being a boyfriend was complicated. Normally, he would just be like ‘fuck yeah, let’s have a threesome!’ But now? He had to be cautious, to make sure that he didn’t hurt Min’s feelings by thinking with his dick. To make matters worse, Henry had a pretty bad habit of thinking with his dick — that was how Ari happened.

“Min…. are you asking me… if it’s okay… if we have sex with your friend…?” Start by verifying, and making sure that it was in fact what she said. Henry was the one who was speaking with long pauses now, being careful to make sure that he couldn’t be misheard. They were playing a dangerous game, and he didn’t want to just lose it.

Min-seo turned her head to look at her boyfriend; her look wasn’t one of accusation or disbelief, but one of confusion. Confusion not for him but about herself. Was she not clear? Did something get lost in translation? Her limited command over the language was providing a challenge beyond what she even knew. It obviously wasn’t as clear as she had thought, and for that the fault had to be levied at her own feet.

“I just...she has been...without her...we would not be...together...so...if I...if we could...help her…” Why was this such a difficult thing to ask? It was a touchy subject to be sure and Min-seo didn’t want to run the risk of losing her boyfriend; the last thing she wanted was for him to think that she was trying to trade herself for Kit. “She needs...exper..yes. To give her...con...confi-dance. So she...can...find...love.”

“Alright, well I’m willing to do it, but there need to be some ground rules! First and foremost, I don’t want this to make it weird. Like, I’m your boyfriend, so if she gets weird I’m kickin’ her out of the room. And it has to be at our house. In our room. Which we should probably clean a bit before we bring a friend over…” Henry trailed off a bit, but couldn’t help but wonder how he got so lucky. Day one, he got a great girlfriend. Somehow. Someone who was still with him even after a few days. And then, on day… four? his new girlfriend arranged a threesome for him. “You’re the best girlfriend a guy could ever ask for.”

Min-seo didn’t think she was doing anything that any other girlfriend and best friend wouldn’t do, but she wasn’t going to let the compliment go to waste. The rules made sense and she was at least glad Henry wasn’t assuming that this was some weird thing or whatever; she wasn’t doing this so that her boyfriend would have two girlfriends. She was doing it so her best friend could have the confidence to find her own boyfriend or girlfriend knowing full well that she is a beautiful woman worthy of it.

“Oppa…” Min-seo didn’t quite know how to properly respond to such glowing praise, but falling back on the affectionate title in her native tongue just felt so utterly right.

Henry only had one response to what she said. Rather than say anything, he just turned his head to give her another warm smile, and reached over to squeeze her knee. His actions carried more weight than any words he could have had as they pulled up to the gated compound that lead to the Stentorian Estate. He hit the keypad, and the gate rolled open before him.

“Parker’s gonna be out for the evening you know, so we have our wing of the estate all to ourselves, justttt saying.”

At the revelation of privacy and quiet, Min-seo’s eyes practically lit up like a Christmas tree. While she wasn’t bouncing in her seat and rushing out of the car before it even rolled to a complete stop, her excitement was certainly palpable to say the least. “Just...the two...of us? You...you know what that means...yes?” Min was looking Henry in the eyes as the car was coming to a full stop.

“That means...you can...help me clean! Bring some gloves!”

It was not entirely unfair to say that the wind had been taken out of Henry’s sails. He was thinking something akin to ‘push me up against the window and take me.’ Did she say clean? Henry never cleaned! They paid people for that! People that skipped his room. Why did he have to clean?

“I… well. Yes, ma’am.” Henry said as he shifted the car into park.

Sigh.

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Time of day? Afternoon. History class with Henry, Ariana, Justin, and True.


Goodness gracious, how did she make it this far? Ariana Song was a walking corpse at this point, but yet here she was barely functioning in history class. At least she’d managed to ditch the shades though, but the light was still hitting like Mike Tyson. History class was more miserable when you were hungover, especially with the most boring teacher on Earth.

The only thing making this scenario slightly more bearable was Ari’s BFFL, Henry. The two had slowly started to gravitate together in the class. Originally they were on opposite sides of the room, but via Ariana’s special form of manipulation, she’d slowly found her way across the classroom, leading her to where she is now. Currently, Ariana was rubbing her temples while the teacher was droning on about Amerigo Vespucci. She leaned over to Henry. "I’ll give you $5 to shoot me.”

“Man, you gotta watch that alcohol intake. You out there drinkin’ like you Robert Downey Jr back when he was really fucked up, and a lot of fun. You out there poundin’ back shots like you my moms on a bad Tuesday. You wildin’, you trippin’. You hungover as fuck. I ain’t need five bucks, so you’re forced to carry on livin’, babe.” Came Henry’s smooth to his friend, before he looked down at his notebook and scratched down another thing or two. Henry actually didn’t mind history class; he thought it was one of the more important parts of the curriculum. If he ever had to get a degree, he was going to go for some wild combination, like a Masters in some subset of Chemistry, and a Bachelors in World History. Why not? He loved both of those subjects, and if he was gonna be forced to go to school anyway, he might as well go for something he enjoyed.

“You gotta learn self control. ‘Course before you can learn self control, you gotta learn a bigger one: self respect. You’re killin’ yourself out there. It’s a bummer.” Henry tutted, shaking his head. Did he agree with Ari’s life choices? Absolutely not. That was part of the reason why him putting his dick inside of her was only a one time thing. Okay, it was closer to two or three. But it was just that one night! So it was ‘one time.’ “I think we’re startin’ our project today. Me and you partner up, yeah?”

Ariana rolled her eyes and laughed if them partnering up was even a question. Duh. Of course she was gonna partner up with the closest thing she had to a best friend here. "Do cows eat grass? Of course we’re gonna partner up. Not like we ain’t partnered up before anyway.” The great thing about having Henry in this class was that she had a guaranteed partner for projects and assignments. That meant she had someone she’d like to consider reliable having her back, and she sure as hell had his back just as long as she was sober.

"I hope nobody else tries to get in on this though.”

Speaking of ‘no one else’, the door swung open and a new face pranced into the classroom with reckless abandon. The teacher did not look up from his book. All he muttered was ‘you’re late’ and ‘take a seat’ before continuing on with his lecture like Wah Wah (the Peanuts’ teacher). A young, redheaded freshman entered a domain that had no freshmen. Territory that was off-limits to her! It was an elective offered to every year other than freshmen. She wasn’t here for the subject matter though. She was here for a person. Standing by the door, she quickly scanned the students all staring at her before she found her target and locked eyes with him.

HENRY. HENRY GREEN.

After finding the quickest way to his table, she went through every obstacle she could just to get to Mr. Consultant.

“Hey!” A girl growled as Truly Bliss climbed over her desk and onto the other side.

“Shuushhhh. I got business here.”

“Quiet down you two.” The teacher droned, still not acknowledging the freshman using his classroom like a playground. In time, she made her way to the back and dragged a metal chair loudly on the floor, forcing her way in between Henry and this asian.

“Henry? Henry Green? I need your wisdom! I’m told you’re the one to go to, when you don’t know what to do, because you’re good at this stuff. Consulting, you know? The name’s Truly. Truly Bliss. But you can call me True!” She looked from the boy then to the girl, “Sorry for being rude, it’s nice to meet you too!” She offered both of her hands to her new advisors to shake, since she didn’t know who to give it to first. Was it even proper to shake hands? Oh well, she’d just go with it.

What… just happened? One second Ariana was talking to Henry another second she was being cockblocked by some weird random girl who barged in outta nowhere. Needless to say, Ariana was confused. She shot the girl a weird look, leaving her hanging. Leaning to get a better view of Henry, she raised an eyebrow, "What's up with freshmen and getting up in my business today?”

Nah.

No way. “Nah, nigga. You fuckin’ with me. Ain’t nobody seriously name their kid ‘Truly Bliss,’ that some bullshit ass fake name.” Henry said, shaking his head and waving his hand off. “You ain’t gotta come up here with that bullshit to try and get some advice. ‘sides, I don’t even good that good of advice, I just helped out Dames and his lads that one time. To be honest, that shit went pretty badly. Owen was gonna kill that Marshall kid, and to be honest he shoulda executed him, because he was a real piece-a work, ya know?” Henry shook his head again, waving his hand once more. Nah, this bitch fuckin’ with him.

“Did Hails send your ass up in this bitch to fuck with me? Because that sounds like somethin’ that chick would do.”

“Hey, hey, HEY. I am NOT lying. My parents are weird. They got pictures where my mom is literally worshipping my dad, kissing his FEET. I’m pretty sure I’m named after the best orgasm she’s ever had—”

“You Connor and Mel’s kid, ain’t you?”

“Yepp! And my brother only says good things about you. As such, I need your help. I’m desperate and Damian is too busy in Joyland. If you saw my mom… I don’t like when she’s in the kitchen. And with a knife in her hand. She cuts veggies like she’s cutting off a man’s… beeeeep.” True emphasized her words by chopping the desk dramatically.

“The fuck you want? I’m out here tryna talk about history with one of my Koreans. Gotdamn woman, get on with it. Joyland? The fuck that mean? Oh, you mean Joy Darling. I did that, yo. He lucky I helped him out like that.”

“Oh, well if you did that, he might die eventually. Either by my mother or by my godfather. Only time can tell! Okay. So. This is my situation.” She paused to look from Henry then to Ariana, “I need you to listen too, because you’re a girl and you may be better at this stuff than Henry. I don’t know!”

Ariana paused for a moment as Truly made the notion that she actually knew what the fuck she was doing. Blinking twice, she then broke into rather rambunctious laughter. Did… this girl think she knew how these things worked? Ariana didn't know how even she worked, and she was the only Ariana! "Who… is this girl?"

Justin in the meantime was busy spinning his pen idly until he heard the word “Green”. Did someone just say Green? As in.. Cyndi Green? Dropping his pen, he saw that it was Henry that mentioned the cutest girl he’d ever laid his eyes on at this school.

"Wait… are you related to Cyndi?” Justin asked curiously. Hopefully this was the Green and not a discount version of them.

“I’m her older brother, yes.” Henry said to Justin, before he looked at True again. “If he dies, at least he dies knowing he had his hands all over Joy.” Henry said simply, before shrugging his shoulders. This was too much. Now he had two people talking to him at once.

"You are?!” Justin sat back. Suddenly the game changed massively. "I need to talk to you later.” The man smiled, before going back to whatever it was he was doing and being productive.

“Wait, no you don’t, SIR! If you need to ask something, ask away.” True tapped the desk to bring Justin’s attention back to them. “Burning thoughts cannot wait. I’m simply a freshman, I can! I’ll just ask Henry’s friend for advice. You talk to Mr. Consultant. It’s okay. It’ll change your life.” With that, True turned her body towards the girl who she knew nothing about, but based on the fact that she was sitting right next to Henry, it must mean that she too was good at advice. The most logical analysis. “Hi, hi, so I like to know the name of the person I’m talking to. What’s your name?”

Dropping his pen again, Justin was bewildered. What did they feed these freshmen? Why were they so fucking weird? ”I don’t think that’s any of your business… what are you even doing here anyway? Don’t you have freshman classes to be doing?” Justin asked curiously, chucking his pen at Truly. "I’m Justin, though.”

Though, there was definitely a freshman thing he’d like to be doing.

“Bro, lay off the freshmen dude. All of ya’all need to chill. We was freshmen once. Just cuz you the captain now don’t mean you gotta push the kids around. ‘Sides, you wanna nail Cyndi? She’s a freshman, dude. Keep that in mind. And Ari, just cuz I dicked you down don’t mean you above ‘em neither. Be nice the kids, they aight. Specially that Kit one. You guys see that video of her makin’ out with Sam? Good for her.” Henry had said his piece.

"Dude that Kit girl literally came up to me and started slamming the table and talking at a million miles an hour while I was dealing with my headache. You’d have to forgive me if I’m not very fond of freshmen right now.” Ariana was just waiting for another freshman to come and annoy her. Ariana was also a little hurt that Henry decided to defend the freshman over her.

"Oh yeah. You right.” Justin nodded, folding his arms and returning to his chair. He had a point. He couldn’t push the freshmen around anymore now that he was hopefully gonna get with one.

True started drawing circles on the desk, feeling terrible about her existence. First, she hurt the love of her life, now she was causing a stir between friends. A subtle pout appeared on her face. “I’m sorry to bother you guys… I just kind of broke the heart of the guy I like… and I don’t know how to make it better…” Tears started welling up in True’s eyes. Kit was better at telling people what she wanted.

“See, now she’s crying.” Henry tutted in Ariana’s direction, before he turned to True. “You’re probably fine. Just tell us what happened and we’ll tell ya what to do It’s probably pretty easy, you’re just like a new one so you made an ouch, but I get it’s easy to get outta it, I can help. Hit me with the problem.”

”Oooh. How sad.” Ariana rolled her eyes, ”It’s gonna blow over in a few days. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” This girl had the audacity to come into the middle of their class and completely ruin the mood and fun she was having with her best friend, Henry. It wasn’t beyond her to be a little bit annoyed at this freshman considering how her day had go ne so far.

"The girl has a point. You just gotta give it time and see where it goes.” He still had to figure out the situation though, "But hit us with the situation.”

There was a brief moment where a dark, extremely dark glare was directed to Ariana, but it disappeared in a heartbeat and the freshman took a 180 with her mood. Back to smiling, she was ready to take the floor and explain her plight. She took a deep breath in, before the story, her story unraveled, “I met this boy and he’s the most wonderful boy ever. We met by chance and since then, he’s all that’s ever on my mind! Unfortunately, I’ve never really had the courage to tell him all this and that one day, I will marry him. Because he’s totally my type and husband material and I will not allow him to be with anyone else but me. So to be the best love for him, I memorized his schedule, know everything he likes to eat, all his friends, where he hangouts, you know. The basics. Yesterday, at the party, I finally wrote him a love letter, but I didn’t expect him to like try to track me down! I freaked! I did the only logical thing. I stole people’s clothes, they were already taking it off anyways, for a disguise. But then I found this really weird room. It looked like a dungeon! And there were pretty outfits. So I tried a outfit. I looked like a very mature school girl. Then there was a throne! It was so cool. So, I sat on it. That’s when my life ended. He came in and saw me. I nearly died. And THEN he asked me things and I played along, but THEN when he was so close to me, I said nah man. That girl ain’t me. Peace. And he left really sad. And I don’t know what that means.” She gasped for air. Okay, she was done.

Ariana blinked twice again as Truly went on about whatever it was. She hadn’t witnessed this much naivete since the first time she met Henry. Ariana wanted to say something so badly, but she figured that this boy was going to do it for her. Ariana decided it was best for her to refrain from saying anything. The girl only rolled her eyes, and put her head on her hands.

Justin was just as dumbfounded, but he saw where she was coming from. He remembered the first time he found someone who had some romantic potential. Needless to say, he blew it. But, it was a valuable experience. He didn’t know what to say, though. He’d never been in this situation.

“You hella dumb for not doing it when he gave you the chance, dummy. Now you might not get it again. He was into it, you were into it, then you got spooked for some reason that I’m sure is some gay ass girly shit, and you backed down. Now ya gotta figure out a way to do it again. See, ya let yourself get scared and you backed tha fuck down.” Henry explained, shaking his head. “You had your shot and it was time for you to take it then you got scared, and now what you gonna do? Not get fucked, that’s what you gonna do.”

“You make it sound so easy! It isn’t. I’m not a star like my brother! I’m scared because I want him but he could not want me for too long. Damian has went through girls like they’re clothes. What makes people think he’ll stay with Joy forever? What makes people think he won’t toss her into a laundry basket and put a new shirt on, hm? I need to be perfect for him.” True hmpfed.

“Because you’re an O’Connor, and it’s in your blood to be worth staying with. Damian just enjoying his years as the king. He tied down now. Dude’s head over heels in love.” A simple response to a simple question.

"Wait… you’re Damian’s sister?!” Justin cried out. All these CONNECTIONS were fucking with Justin’s head. Everyone was related to everyone. Now he was paranoid about accidentally fucking his second cousin or something like that. The next thing you know, one of the local Asians were also a member of the Green or O’Connor families.

“Mhm, the one and only. Truly Bliss O’Connor. The kid sister no one really knows about. Named after an orgasm.” She paused for a second, realizing she didn’t even know what that meant. “What’s an orgasm?”

"YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT AN ORGASM IS?!” Ariana went up and hugged the child, "You poor child… you… you are such a child.” At that point, Ariana realized what she was dealing with. This Truly kid… did she grow up sheltered? There was no way she was, since she was Damian’s brother, but at the same time… how did she not know what an orgasm was? And where was her brother? "What are you doing in high school?”

“That’s easy. Thinking about Wyatt. That’s all I really do. I even became a cheerleader so he can look at me being cute. I sometimes stare at his face and forget what time of day it is. At home, I think about him. Even when I’m talking to my parents, all I do is think about him. So knowing things like orgasms has not been a priority!” True didn’t expect Ariana to pull her into an embrace. Why was it bad for her not to know what an orgasm was?

"Sweet summer child.” Once this poor kid experienced one, she’d definitely know why she was named “Truly”. Letting go of the most innocent girl at this school, Ariana sat down. "Just you wait.”

“Wyatt the stoner dude?” Henry asked, glancing over at True for verification with a raised eyebrow.

“He is more than just a stoner. He’s the BEST around. One of a kind! And when he touches me… sparks! Fireworks! Explosions! Ka-boom!” True couldn’t help but grin foolishly at the thought of him. Oh yeah, she needed to slip a bag of doritos in his bag… she’d have to remember to do that.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. A Double is the best stoner around. He’s also the only one I have the phone number of, so I just texted him to tell him to let Wyatt know that that redheaded schoolgirl chick wants to meet him Friday night at my dad’s pizza spot to watch Star Wars and make out. You welcome. Tell Mel I love her next time you see her.”

“YOU WHAT?!” Oh-my-god. Here came the panic. “‘Cuse me. I need to call my best friend.” She stood up and prepared herself to book it, “It’s Kit, by the way.” With that, she ran the fuck away. Her funeral was friday. RIP True.

“You’re welcome! Don’t forget to tell your mom I said hi.” Henry said, letting a sigh out, before he turned to face Ari and Justin. “Kid is craycray, dudes.”
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A @Silent Observer & @Universorum Collab
Featuring: Marshall Radley vs. Principal Evans
Mentions: Jamie Callaghan @smarty0114
Setting: Wednesday morning, during homeroom, in the principal’s office




The longer that the day progressed, the more things that Marshall could remember from the night before. The clouds that were his hangover were beginning to part and the sunlight streaming through them allowed him to see things a little bit more clearly. He was glad that he didn’t forget anything, because now he could savor the memory of his first kiss with Jamie, locked in his heart forever. He would also savor the image of Jamie with his shirt unbuttoned and his lips kiss-swelled as he stared up from the bed. Of course, what followed that scene was Marshall noticing the bruises covering Jamie’s chest and stomach, and the story that explained where they had come from. Being the awful best friend that he was, Marshall had immediately assumed that they were Owen’s doing. The truth was, however, that Owen had prevented those very bruises from becoming something much worse. Owen had defended Jamie, and the principal had suspended him for it.

This would be the first unspoken step that Marshall Radley would take on repairing his shattered friendship. It wasn’t right that Owen got suspended. It wasn’t right, and Marshall wouldn’t stand for it. Armed with nothing but his backpack (containing the sentimental gift from Owen) and his dramatic temperament, Marshall Radley skipped homeroom and missed the morning show in favor of marching into the principal’s office to speak with the man directly.

“Can I help you, Mr. Radley?” The blonde school secretary spoke up when Marshall stepped into the office.

“Hello Miss, I’m here to speak with Principal Evans. It’s very important.” Marshall responded in a tone that he made sure was both polite, but also held enough urgent inflection that she would not question him on it. Putting the right amount of emotional inflection in his words was one of the skills he’d picked up as a drama club star over the years.

“I will let him know that you are here, please take a seat.” The secretary responded before rolling her desk chair over to her phone. She picked it up, dialed just four buttons, and then reported into the receiver. “Good morning, Principal Evans. Marshall Radley is here in the office and would like to speak with you if you are able.”

There wasn’t a sound from the other end of the receiver at first. The principal was wondering what he could have done that would make Marshall Radley want to see him, especially this early. And wasn’t it a Wednesday? There was a sigh from the other end of the line, which was followed up with a, “Okay, send him in.” It was, after all, a principal's duty to handle situations like this. There was probably a screaming match in the drama room, or they’d double booked the auditorium again. Something simple, and easy, like that.

The secretary stood up from her chair and walked around the desk to open the door to Principal Evans’ office. “Mr. Evans can speak with you now, head on in.” She said as she gestured for Marshall to step through the door. He did so, and thanked her on his way through the doorway.

Marshall closed the door behind him and quietly took a seat in one of the chairs in front of Principal Evans’ desk. His eyes shone with the fight he had within him as he looked up at the principal, but his face remained otherwise expressionless, as to not give away his hand completely. “Good Morning, Principal Evans. I came here to discuss something that took place on school grounds yesterday.”

“Well, I was expecting something like that. What’s the problem, Marshall?” Principal Evans adjusted himself behind the desk and got comfortable. He had dealt with the kids often enough to know when it was about to be an argument, and that meant he at least needed to get comfortable. “I’m sure it’s something we can work out pretty quickly.”

“Oh, I sure hope so, Principal Evans. You and I both have plenty of things to get to, I’m sure.” Marshall responded with a gentle smile. He crossed his ankles and folded his hands on his lap, also choosing to get himself comfortable. “You are already aware of the issue, since you have taken some kind of action on it… but, a hate crime took place in your school yesterday afternoon. Blatant homophobia. Three boys called a student a quote fag unquote and proceeded to physically assault the gay student against a set of lockers. This assault took place until another student stepped in to stop this bullying and prevent the situation from escalating into something much worse. It has come to my attention, as a concerned student at this school, that you made the decision to suspend this student, Owen Lyon, is that correct?”

“Didn’t this same student — not even a month ago — threaten to kill you? Owen Lyon has shown violent tendencies in the past, you know. Besides, the other students were punished as well — they have their own punishments.” Here he was, defending himself and his decisions against an impassioned student. Just another day in this shitty job he hardly even wanted anymore. The principal took a sip of water from the glass on his desk, “I’m sorry, but my decision is final.”

Marshall’s eyes widened in disbelief. Did the principal of this school, his superior in authority, just answer his question with another question? This wasn’t proper debate in the slightest. Marsh sat up straighter and responded, “Owen and I have a complicated history, that isn’t the point of this conversation. That altercation also did not take place on school grounds, so it should be of minimal concern to you. What did take place on school grounds was a hate crime. Student versus student. Owen stepped in because he had to, there are video tapes of what happened. Kids record everything these days, you well know that. Owen tried talking them down first, handling it civilly without violence. He did what he did because he had to to protect another student. Protecting students should be your job, should it not? Where were the security guards? Why did it take the action of a student to step in and stop a crime from taking place? Owen Lyon did your job for you, and you suspended him for it. Perhaps your decision shouldn’t be so final.”

“Of minimal concern to me? You must not have been at the last couple PTA meetings. All I’ve heard about is how that party should be of my concern. And maybe your right, Owen helped out — that’s fine. But there’s a zero tolerance policy and for God’s sake, Marshall, he roundhouse kicked someone in the face! Don’t you kids like getting suspended anyway? Time you don’t have to spend here.”

“A fat lot of good that zero tolerance policy is doing you, huh?” Marshall retorted quietly and rolled his eyes. “And yes, he kicked someone in the face. He kicked an intolerant, ignorant, violent bigot in the face.” The drama star shook his head in increasing frustration with the supposed man of authority sitting before him. “AND, what does it matter if kids like getting suspended? That shouldn’t be your response at all. You are punishing a student because he violated your zero tolerance policy, a policy for which you clearly do not have enough preventative measures in place to support. Owen shouldn’t have had to step in, but he had to, because the school wasn’t there for the student body to prevent this violence. If you think your PTA meetings are a headache now, I guarantee that they are about to get a heck of a lot worse, Principal Evans. This suspension is getting talked about, I’m here and I am a loud personality in this school. Jamie, the assaulted student, is one of the kids in charge of the school newspaper, and you know he has a big mouth. So many of the students in this school are LGBT, or are the children of LGBT parents… and now we are aware of the fact that this school isn’t a safe place for us. Even our principal isn’t in support of us, since he punishes kids who are only trying to do the right thing. These are people who both attend your school, and fund it.”

Marshall caught his breath in mid rant and then sighed. He wasn’t defeated, not nearly, but his argument was getting redundant. “I obviously can’t force you to change your mind, Principal Evans, but I can ask you to reconsider. Reconsider Owen Lyon’s suspension. Do something preventive, like hiring more security, and having a school wide seminar on tolerance. Prevention does more than reaction, and all you’ve done is react. Do the right thing, Principal Evans, that’s what Owen did. He doesn’t even like Jamie, trust me, he did this because he had to, not because he wanted to.” Marsh adjusted the strap of his backpack and stood up. He’d said what he needed to say, and he was done here, for now.

“OKAY. Alright. I can’t hire more security, but I’ll reconsider it. He’s serving today either way, that much is happening no matter what. But maybe I can let him back by Friday instead of next Monday.” The Principal was beginning to get the sense that if he didn’t give Marshall something, then this was going to becoming a cycle — and it was a cycle he desperately wanted to avoid. “I’ll see about a seminar. Are you satisfied, Mr. Radley?”

“Placated, at least.” Marshall said with a small victorious smirk. “Have a good rest of your day, Principal Evans. I have to get to first period now.” He said with a wave and headed out of the office, thanking the secretary politely once again on his way out.

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A @Silent Observer, @Lovely Complex & @Universorum Collab
Featuring: Marshall Radley, Kylie Lyon, Trixie Kingsley & Owen Lyon
Mentions: Jamie Callaghan @smarty0114
Setting: Wednesday, late after school, from The Lyon Residence to the 365 Combat Club




It had been a day so far. After his early morning debate with Principal Evans, Marshall chose to keep his head down for the rest of the day. With the hangover long-passed, Marsh was feeling more like a ball of tangled up emotions instead. On one hand, he was ecstatic and had a fresh romance to look forward to, and on the other hand, he was miserably nervous, and guilty. The photo album in his backpack hung as heavy as an albatross upon his shoulders.

The uncharacteristic nerves that were built up in his stomach caused Marshall to act very unlike himself for the remainder of the school day. He didn’t talk to his friends much at all, he skipped lunch in favor of burying himself in vocal practice, and he’d only seen Jamie once or twice between classes. Marshall was doing anything he could to distract himself and keep his mind off of what he planned to do after school. But now, here it was, after school.

Marshall carefully put his backpack into the passenger side seat of his purple Mini Cooper. He unzipped it and took out the photo album, running his thumb along the leather cover for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. Marsh stared at the roof of his car for a few minutes as he gathered himself. With another long exhale, Marshall put on his sunglasses, started his car, and sped out of the school parking lot towards his destination.

The Lyon Residence. It was massive, like many of the other houses in Beverly Hills. Owen’s house was far larger and nicer than Marshall’s, and it was always fun to hang out there. As Marshall pulled his purple car into the driveway, it dawned on him just how long it had been since he had last hung out here. His stomach tied up in knots as he killed the engine and looked over at the front doorway.

Was this a stupid idea? They weren’t near the school, Marshall was approaching Owen on his home turf. He could finish up with his intent to murder Marshall, and no one would be any wiser, because Marshall didn’t even tell anyone that he was doing this. The only person that might be able to figure out where he went after school might be his sister, because Marty saw him open up the birthday gift from Owen that morning.

Marshall got out of the car and hugged the photo album against his chest as he approached the front door. The pathway felt like it took eight years to walk across, it also felt a bit like it was made out of hot coals rather than cobblestone. But that was probably just in Marshall’s head. Swallowing and taking a preparatory breath, Marshall knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was not the person Marshall was seeking, but it was a face he would remember fondly. The matriarch of the house dressed in a pink sports bra and yoga pants smelt like the stew she was cooking, as she eagerly approached her son’s ex-best friend. Kylie’s stew was one of Trixie’s favorite meals! There was a brief pause when she registered who was at the door. Emotions flooded her insides and as a result, she pulled the slim boy into her arms, his face straight into her chest, tightly squeezing the life out of him, “MARSHALL! IT’S SO GREAT TO SEE YOU!” No volume control, as per usual. Swaying him in her arms like he was her own child, she continued to ramble, “What are you doing here? Did you and Owen make up? Are you sleeping over? Should I bake a pie? I should bake pie.”

“Oh, uhh…” Marshall stammered as he was caught off guard, suddenly being pulled down against Mama Lyon’s chest. It would be an uncomfortable situation if it wasn’t something that he had grown so accustomed to in visiting the Lyon’s in the past. Kylie was expressive and emotional, even more so than himself. “It’s good to see you too, Mama Lyon. I… uhm… I am here to talk to Owen. I should have a long time ago… but...” Marshall chewed at his lip and looked around behind Kylie. “Is he home?”

“Oh wonderful. No baby, he’s at the gym. You know him! He’s gotta’ keep that body up, like I do for my ass.” She released him from her anaconda hold.

Marshall chuckled at that and smiled. “Yeah, same.” He’d missed Kylie, she was fun to be around.

Kylie gave him a curious stare, “...for a boy??? Last time I checked you had that… Toby… kid! You still with him? He was a little weird, right?”

“Well, not exactly for a boy, but I guess their attention is a nice side effect.” Marshall said with a grin. “And nooo, Toby and I broke up just before last summer. I’ve been single since… mostly…” He broke eye contact with her for a moment as he reflected on his summertime activities, but quickly recovered. “Anyway, I do have a date on Friday, so there’s that. We’ll see.” Marshall considered what he should do now. Should he leave? He wasn’t brave enough to face Owen unannounced at the gym, that was asking for trouble, as Jamie had learned a few days ago. Plus, there would probably be other students there, and he really wanted this conversation to be as private as possible. “Maybe I should just come back later? Can you let me know when Owen’s home?”

Deciding she and Marshall needed more time to catch up, Kylie called out to her husband, “TROY WATCH THE STEW. I’M GOING TO THE GYM.”

“...Yeah, it’s not like I’m doing anything important at all!” He wasn’t.

“I can drive, it’s no big deal…” Marshall started to protest nervously. He really didn’t want to go to the gym, let alone have Kylie drive him there. Then again, he knew that there was no sense trying to fight it, this was how it was going to happen. Kylie wins.

“Love-you-so-much!” With that, Kylie reached for her purse and motioned for Marshmallow to follow her to one of the many sports cars in the garage. The one in particular she chose: Troy’s Camaro. “I can assure you, this is the best day for you to talk to my son. He’s not too much in his feelings and if he lays a finger on you, I’ll be close by to prevent any pain. Also, I must drive. So you can focus on telling me about this date of yours and who you’re sucking tongue with.”

Marshall raised a brow as he looked over to Kylie when she mentioned the possibility of Owen getting violent. “So… I take it you saw the video from the party, then? I mean, if he does want to lay a finger on me, I get it. I have kind of been a shitty friend, so I deserve it.” Marshall looked down at the luxury sports car appreciatively. If he was going to die, at least he’d have a stylish hearse. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, he answered Kylie’s questions. “My date is with Jamie Callaghan. Coincidentally, also the same person I have been, uh, sucking tongue with.” He laughed and, because this was an adult he was speaking with, also blushed a little bit at admitting that.

“Ooooh, I know Jamie. Owen hates him! But that’s not saying much. My boy hates a lot of people.” Kylie was careful when she drove this car in particular. She knew if she did a hiccup and burned the transmission, her husband would hang her. “And Marshall, I don’t need to watch a video to know how my son is, but yes, I did see it. He wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t feel cornered. Whether he’ll ever admit it or not, he still cares about you. It’s hard to stop loving a best friend…”

She took a gentle turn to the left before shaking her head, “People do shitty things when they’re hurt, but I’m sure once you guys finally talk, all misunderstandings will go right out the door. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.” Kylie glanced over to Marshall and gleamed a loving, motherly smile. If anything, Marshall’s only crime was believing lies and not siding with the person he should know better than the person other’s were painting her son to be. She doesn’t fault him. People that are hurt, hurt people. If Owen can forgive Trixie, he most certainly could forgive Marshall.

Marshall nodded and shook his head solemnly. “You’re right.” He hoped. “I guess we’ll see soon. I was hoping to talk to him alone, I hope the gym has pretty much cleared out by now.” Marsh sighed and looked down at the photo album in his lap. “Did you know he was doing this?” He asked, gesturing to the album as she drove.

Kylie shook her head. No, she didn’t. “You may not believe this, but only recently he started sharing things with me again. After Trixie called him a mama’s boy in that article of her’s, he chose to live at the gym and only come home when he absolutely had to. The past week or two, things have taken a turn for him. Like he’s finally realizing what’s important to him. The gift he gave you… is to be expected. I mean, he never did cancel the flowers for Trixie. Every week, on a Monday, a single flower would be sent to her to start her week off right. I’m sure Julie’s kept all of them. I have no doubt that killed her on the inside, but that’s just the type of man my son is. He goes out of his way to make people feel good about themselves. If there comes a day he takes a gift back, that’s when you know you really fucked up.” They were at a stoplight now, just one more block and they’d be at the gym.

“Oh.” Marshall looked down at the album again. He hadn’t really considered the fact that Owen purposefully didn’t cancel the gift being sent to him. Marshall assumed he had just forgotten about it. “Yeah, I think I remember Trix mentioning the flowers. No… wait… that might have been Stella and Luna who told me. I don’t know. Either way, that’s sweet, and really romantic. Well, here’s hoping I haven’t really fucked up.” Marsh leaned his head back against the seat, it wouldn’t be long now. Come what may.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine. You’re too lovable not to forgive.” After two minutes, the car pulled up in front of the gym, “Well, here we are. The moment you’ve been waiting for.” Kylie didn’t park, instead she made sure there wasn’t much distance for Marshall to walk from the car to the door. She’d be lying if she’d say she wasn’t a little excited, hoping this ended well so she had more people at her table for stew. Her stew was da bomb! Because really, it was her mama’s stew… still she’ll take credit for tonight’s stew even if the recipe wasn’t her’s.

Marshall look up at the gym and, wow, the place had never looked so intimidating. “Thanks, Mama Lyon.” He said before opening the door and carefully closing it. God forbid he put a scratch on the Camaro and anger the other Lyon. For the second time that evening, Marshall took what felt like a very long walk to the front door. He opened the door to the gym and the little bells signified his arrival. Looking around, he didn’t see anyone right away. “Hello?”

Once again, the person to reveal themself was not the person he was looking for. It as Trixie wearing one of Owen’s shirts with booty shorts on. Her long, dark hair was in a ponytail and she had sweat gleaming down her forehead, “MarMar? What are you doing here?!” Trixie was delighted to see her partner-in-crime. She hadn’t been on social media much, since her attention has been solely on Owen, so the only thing she was aware of was Riley’s breakdown. Making her way to him with her confidant saunter, she grabbed his hands, “Were you successful? With Jamie?”

“Trixie? I—” Marshall was once again caught off guard, but this time he was also confused. “I could ask you the same question.” He looked at her outfit that screamed of ‘I just had sex with Owen Lyon in the gym’s sauna’ and then looked back up to her eyes. “Or maybe I don’t need to. Yes, things went really well with Jamie. We talked, just like I promised you we would. I take it you did too, since you’re here, in his clothes? Is… is Owen here still? I, uhm,” Marshall gestured with the album he was holding. “I think I need to talk to Owen too.”

“Oh, of course. I’ll take you to him.” Letting go of his hands only with her left hand, she used her right to lead the way. As a gesture of comfort, she gave him a small squeeze, “After we went our separate ways, my night took a turn for the worse. If it wasn’t for Jamie, I might’ve not made it to Owen, but we’ll talk about that later. I’m sure you have enough on your mind.” It wasn’t the time or place to talk about how she punched Ophelia in the face and almost committed suicide.

When they came upon Owen, his back was turned to them and he was focused on the task he was working on: hitting a heavy bag. Owen was working on breathing control, and with every strike he let out a breath. The same combo, over and over. Left hook, right hook, kick. Without looking away, or stopping, he spoke to Trixie. “Who was it, babe?” If Marshall was intimidated by Owen outside of the gym, it was worse on his home turf.

Owen was shirtless and barefoot as he hit on the bag, and when he didn’t get an answer as fast as he wanted, he spun on his heel to face Trixie and… Marshall. Owen’s eyes narrowed, and he grumbled. “Oh.” And then he spun again, back to the bag. Now, though, he seemed to be hitting it harder.

Marshall looked thoroughly spooked as he rounded the corner with Trixie to see Owen doing, well, Owen things. Shirtless, muscled, hitting things really hard. To make matters worse, he greeted the sight of Marshall with nothing but an ‘Oh’ before he went right back to punching. Jesus Christ, was he on the set of a movie or something? Was he being Punk’d? Feeling suddenly sweaty, he looked over to Trixie and wished, as much as he loved her, that she could just go away for a little while. This was embarrassing enough to go through alone, let alone have an audience. “Can I just, uhm, have a few minutes?” he whispered to her before turning to face Owen again.

“You don’t have to ask twice.” Releasing him from her protection, she dismissed herself to the office. She would keep her attention on the surveillance TV. Just in case.

“Hi, Owen.” Marshall began. It was… a start.

“Hi. Jamie’s not here. What do you want? And, before you ask, I didn’t put the bruises on him.” Owen said in between a set of the combination. He didn’t have much to say to Marshall, but even so, it was going better than it possibly could have; Owen’s words weren’t laced with venom, but rather, he seemed to just not care.

Marshall blinked in response. Ouch. There didn’t need to be venom, a bite still hurts. “I am not here for Jamie. Or because of him. I came for you.” Marshall took in a shallow breath. “And for me.”

The punching ceased, and Owen turned around, stepping toward Marshall. “For you? Are you kidding me? You abandoned me, just like everybody else, bro. There was the venom that Marshall may have expected, complete with a sarcastic ‘bro’ at the end. “Look, you ain’t Trixie. You don’t get to walk in here and apologize and make everything better again. It ain’t that easy. Say your piece.”

Although Trixie couldn’t hear anything, she could see the expressions of both her lover and her friend. She could feel how cold Owen was being. Every word over-pronounced, slicing right through Marshall’s tender heart. Marshall’s subtle gestures and movements reminded her of herself, just the night before, but for Marshall… this was worse. Ten times worse. It wasn’t like those two could ‘kiss and make up’. Not like she did. Marshall had a harder hand to play and all she could do was watch in unnerving anticipation.

Keeping his breathing steady, he kept talking. Lions could smell fear, so it was best to keep strong, right? Fuck, Marshall didn’t know that much about animals, really, but if he were an animal, he’d probably be whatever lions eat. “Yes, for me, because… I have been a shitty friend, and I feel shitty about it. I was wrong to abandon you, I’m sorry that I did. And I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to stop being a bitch about it.” He took another breath.

“I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did to you cheating on Trixie. She was my friend long before I became friends with you, but it really wasn’t my business. I shouldn’t have abandoned you without at least hearing you out first. I just… I reacted because of my own daddy issues, or whatever. You were always a good friend to me, and I’m sorry.”

Owen let him talk, but every word he said grated on Owen’s nerves. Even if Trixie was with him again, it didn’t change the fact that he didn’t like that his name had been dragged through the mud and everyone thought he was cheater and it made him furious. So furious, that the only thing he could do was scream about it. “Listen! I. Didn’t. CHEAT ON TRIXIE!” Owen roared, his voice hitting its maximum volume by the end, as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, pulling it off of his forehead.

The scream caused Trixie to jump right off the office chair, her heart nearly skipping a beat in fear. When tension was this high, one must trade anger with love. Suppress violent impulses with forgiveness. No matter how hard it was to muster the courage to do so, it was the best, and most warranted route. Did Owen have it in him to calm himself down? Most of the time? No. He was prideful and angry, to the point that it overwhelmed him and he couldn’t help but act and react.

Why do you think he reacted the way he did at the New Year’s Party? Because for Owen, after being hurt again, and again, and again, his fuse has become so short that he no longer has the patience to hold himself back. Trixie would not allow him to hit his breaking point, it was one of the many things she needed to do to make up for her own sins. She knew him and she knew he just couldn’t help himself, even if it makes him that more in pain.

Marshall’s eyes widened and he stepped backwards, clutching the photo album against his chest as if that could act as some kind of shield. Under other circumstances, an attractive, sweaty, shirtless man screaming at him would be an an ideal scenario. This, however, was Owen Lyon. And this, was terrifying. Marshall didn’t expect him to get so defensive so quickly. It was pretty obvious that he did cheat, because, there were pictures, but Marshall didn’t dare say that out loud for fear of his life being at stake.

“Do you think! She would be here if that was the case? Maybe, just maybe, she got her head on straight for half a fucking second and listened to me talk, unlike you, friendo. If you had listened to me if you had given me a chance to speak. Me. Probably one of the most honest people you know. You would have known that those pictures you and Ophelia and Hailey and fucking Jamie and the rest of you snakes in the grass like to circle jerk about are fake. That’s fucking ROSE, for fuck’s sake, she’s my cousin! Ya wanna know who took those pictures? Ya wanna know when they were taken?” Marshall may have been taking a step backward, but for everyone he took, Owen took two towards him.

Eventually, there weren’t any steps left to take backwards. Marshall felt the cold hard surface of the gym’s wall against his back. He had been keeping his gaze steady on Owen for all that time, but as soon as his back was literally against the wall, he closed his eyes. This was going so much more poorly than he could have ever imagined. He wished that he could teleport out of here, or just get the violent part out of the way. Please, for the love all that is holy, please just fucking hit me already. Marshall thought to himself helplessly.

“OPHELIA TOOK THEM. The bitch took the pictures at one of our family get-togethers! Idiot.

No. That couldn’t be right. Ophelia wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Ophelia, the Candyland Queen. Ophelia, his best friend since he’d arrived in California. Forgetting about the fact that he was just going through an emotional crisis of fearing for his life and hoping for the worst, Marshall peeped open one eye. “...what?” He asked in disbelief.

Owen only had one thing left to say, and he hissed it out more than saying it, as if the word was toxic in his mouth. Hailey.

“No… Ophelia… she… I would know if she…” Marshall stammered, shaking his head in disbelief. His reaction was incredibly similar to the one he’d had upon seeing those pictures of Owen months ago. Identical, even. Finding out that your best friend might not be who you thought they were was… earth shattering, especially when you loved them so much.

“... He isn’t lying, Marshall.” Taking a deep breath in, Trixie arrived in the room and reached for Owen’s arm, holding him close to her, but she didn’t look away from Marshall, “You’d think I’d catch on to it too, right?” The emotions from yesterday trickled down Trixie’s face as the bathroom scene replayed in her head, “You wouldn’t think your own cousins would tear you away from someone that makes you whole, right? But I’m the fool for believing her. For believing them.” She took a moment to swallow her feelings, so she could continue to talk. “The reason why I feel obligated to repay Jamie is because he prevented me from nearly killing myself last night. Ophelia told me everything and if you look close to her face, she’s probably wearing more makeup than usual to hide the bruise I gave her. She did it because Hailey told her to and you know me, I’ve always been pretty insecure, so that made me an easy target.” Her voice shook as she told her part of the story. Marshall and her… they were idiots for trusting people that only care about themselves.

Marshall didn’t respond. There wasn’t anything that he could do or say. It was information overload, and he was already in shock. In the back of his mind, he was subconsciously processing Trixie’s words of confirmation. He was hearing the full story, but he couldn’t react to it. Ophelia was his best friend in the whole wide world. His Feels. If this was all true, it meant that she had been lying to him for months. His best friendship was a lie. All of them were in this together. Jesus, did Jamie know too? Aside from Trixie, Kit might be his only true friend, and he’d only just met her. Given what Marshall’s reactions had been for the past few weeks, one might expect him to cry right now. He would expect that, but miraculously, he wasn’t crying. When he spoke, his voice didn’t shake or crack, it just sounded incredibly empty. As hollowed out as he felt.

“I… didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know.” Marshall loosened his grip on the photo album that was still defensively hugged to his chest. Slowly he turned to offer it to Owen. “After our interaction yesterday morning, and then getting this gift from you this morning… I felt guilty. I wanted to apologize for everything that I did to hurt you, and to damage our friendship. Trixie and I talked before the party yesterday, and she was ready try to get you back even before finding all this out… and, if she was brave enough for that, I felt like I should be too, so, I’m sorry. I drove to your house just to apologize. I understand if I’ve fucked up too much, and if you want this back. And you can hit me if you want to, if you’ll feel better, but your mom is outside and she made some kind of comment about not letting you do that so you might want to wait a little bit before you do.”

Typical of his mother to step in when he didn’t need her. Owen loved Kylie, but she was a bit suffocating, and sometimes it got excessive… “I’m not going to hit you, I’d shatter you like I was punching a window pane.” Owen shook his head, before he reached out and pushed the photo album back, shaking his head. He didn’t want it back, he worked hard on it, and it was a gift. “That’s a gift, from me to you. Why would I want it back? I took time out of my day to make you that, and I didn’t cancel it. That was intentional.”

Speaking of Owen’s mother, Kylie poked her head into the gym and dramatically cleared her throat, “I LOVE YOU ALL, BUT DINNER IS READY AND MY STEW WILL GET COLD! WE CAN TALK OVER SOME NICE, YUMMY FOOOOOOOD!” Trixie couldn’t help but chuckle when Kylie entered the conversation, from the entrance, which wasn’t necessarily close to them. “OWEN I INVITED MARSHALL!”

“Whatever. My car only has two seats, you have to ride back with her. Good luck.” Owen said, glancing at Marshall in the corner of his eye, before he tugged at Trixie’s arm. He was ready to leave; they could shower at the house.

“Okay.” Marshall nodded. Riding back with Kylie seemed like the ideal option in his eyes anyway. She’d probably just want to talk about boys more, or TV shows, or anything else besides what just happened.

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