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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]It was late in the evening when Lola Russo awoke with a start, suddenly jumping upright into a seating position in the middle of her king-sized bed. The lamps in her bedroom were still on, filling the otherwise dark room with warm light. In her semi-awake state, the scenes of her last dream played back in her head:  a reunion, a good fuck, a party, and a love confession so heartfelt and sentimental it made her cringe just to think about.

Blake De Stefano had been the person on Lola's mind before her drifting off to DreamLand. It had been through secondhand sources that the blonde had found out Blake had accepted a schooling opportunity in Europe, and would be completing the rest of his degree there. If she was truly honest with herself, a part of her was sad to see him go, and would probably always what would’ve been had she bothered to give him the chance he deserved. But the predominant, rational side of her brain? It was [i]celebrating[/i]. Blake being out of the picture gave her a peace of mind she hadn’t realized she’d been missing in the first place. His absence meant that there would be no more arguments about what they were or weren’t, no more trying to explain her reluctance to commitment, no more sneaking around with the other guys to avoid hurting him (even if they weren’t official), and no more feeling guilty about breaking his heart. Lola was as she was meant to be: free to do what and [i]who[/i] she pleased.

Which shifted her thoughts to the man she was 95% certain had stolen her heart.

Once upon a time, in the beautiful port city of Los Angeles, Lola Russo and her Marymount friends had decided to celebrate their first girl’s night out in four months at Delirium nightclub. The last night of Los Angeles Fleet Week happened to be taking place that evening, and Delirium was filled with the brave sailors of the US Navy, each of them in different shades of gorgeous. The girls had been making their way to the bar when one of them collided with Lola… And, as corny as it sounded, it had been love at first sight. Their night together was definitely one of the fondest memories of Lola’s life, and his face and name would be forever branded in her mind like a tattoo…

United States Navy Seaman Brad Hart.

[i][url=https://pinoycurator.files.wordpress.com/2018/03/pietro_boselli_02_05_43.gif?w=566&h=318]Bradley. Fucking. Hart.[/url][/i]

Wait a second...

[b][i]Hart…[/i][/b]

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, and she wanted to smack her palm against her dumb face. With her heart now racing, Lola snached her phone from the nightstand, unlocked the device and dove headfirst into her social media apps. It didn’t take long to find the answer to her question, in the form of a post on Joey Hart’s Instagram: a beautiful snapshot of the love of her life dressed up in his impeccable white uniform, with an excited little Joanna on top of his shoulders. [color=BE9CDC][i]"Big doofus! How dare u not come to Meadow with me! Who will protect me!? 😭 I kid! I'm proud of you brother! I know you're gonna make a great sea man! Float on, fellow twin of mine! 💞💕💖"[/i][/color]

Lola stared down at the phone in disbelief. How could she have been so [i]stupid[/i]? Why did it take her so long to make the possible connection? It wasn’t necessarily rocket science. All this time, wondering how she could stay in contact with Brad when they hadn’t exchanged contact information… And the answer had been staring at her right in the face.

She needed to find Joey. [i]Now[/i].

Now a woman with a mission, Lola threw on the first casual outfit she could put together (not like she’d be hanging around that swamp for long) and set out to find the answers to her questions. As she made her way down the instructed route, she was thankful for her choice in attire. Anything else would’ve made it a real bitch to navigate. By the time she arrived, the party was at its peak. Her foolish peers were at various stages of drunk, horny or just plain stupid, bringing a grimace to her face. She pushed and elbowed her way through the crowd, quelling any protests or complaints with a single death glare while keeping a vigilant eye out for the short, bleached blonde girl she was looking for. Her first sweep offered no leads, but something strange caught her attention on the second sweep.

A small group was huddled along a beer pong table: two alternative-looking blonds, a red-headed male, two Asians of opposite sexes- and the tension surrounding them was plastered all over their faces and body language. The furious redhead was seemingly confronting the smug Asian boy, while the average-looking girl intervened and the blond boys stared. Frowning, Lola put her ‘Finding Joey’ mission on the back burner and set out on the task of finding out what the hell was going on. She’d been just steps away from the table when Theodore Bonfamille tackled Cassian Lee to the ground and aimed his raised fist at her friend’s perfect face.[/indent][/indent][/color]