Altered Tundra

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Sam Krios

Location: Outside Jay's Cabin, near the lake
Interacting With: Each Other @MiddleEarthRoze

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"Hey Tomers... what's the matter? Skye doesn't have the balls to touch you or Rissa, so any threats that spout from his mouth are just bullshit." Sammy said to Jay, stopping a few paces from the other man.

Jay was sitting down, his bottom firmly planted on the soft, green grass as he stared at the lake. During the day, it was beautiful, but there was something about the way the setting sun bouncing off of the water's natural reflective nature that always seemed so soothing. With the unnatural green that the lake had during the day, the reds and yellows that are added to it from the setting sun just made it all the more eerie and beautiful.

"Do you know what I love about this lake the most, Sam?" Jay asked, seeing Sam approach him.

Sammy paused, brow furrowing slightly in confusion. Alright, flower-boy was beginning to creep him out right about now. If he started spouting shit about lotions and baskets, he was getting thrown in the lake.

"Uh... the fact that you practically own it? Sammy guessed, downing the rest of his drink, then peering at the other glass he'd brought out for Jay. He was going to offer it to the kid, but dude was already acting weird, so perhaps not.

"A good guess, but no," Jay laughed, "it's that, despite any problems I'm having, I can look at this lake, and I won't find myself angry or upset." Jay told Sam.

Sammy raised one eyebrow in confusion, glancing at the lake, then back to Jay.

"Well, that's great... I guess... but, your girlfriend is in the cabin dude, not out here. Not that I'm against the whole balancing your Chi shit, but walking out without explanation kind of weirded Rissa out." He said, then added a silent 'and me' to the end of it.

"Yeah, you would know." Jay said sharply, a narrowed brow glance being shot towards Sam.

"Finally, we get past the passive-aggressive stage. Sammy thought to himself with a roll of his eyes, looking down at Jay, any remnants of friendliness gone.
"Alright, kiddo, what's the issue? You've had a problem with me since we met."

"You really want to know?" Jay said, standing up to face Sam.

As he stood and faced Sam, there wasn't much of a height difference between him and Jay. Though he didn't know Sam's exact height, there was only about, maybe, a difference from the bottom of the nose to the top of the mouth. Still, despite their vertical height, their mass was another story. While Jay was lean and fit, Sam looked like a body-builder compared to him. Muscles that spoke jock, and those rugged features that only a Son of Hecate could have. Truly, when Jay looked at Sam, he saw a literal international man of mystery, while Jay was just some chef's son from Vegas.

"My issue is you, Samael." Jay said sharply, getting right in Sam's face. "You have Amelia, Why do you have to try and get Clarissa too?" Jay said emotionally, the envious green jealousy practically oozing out in neon letters.

"Well shit. He's definitely not getting any of my rum now.

Sam's eyes grew colder as he took in what Jay had said - anger spiking once again. In a simple attempt to irritate Jay further, he placed the empy glass down on a nearby post, then took a gulp of the remaining one in his hand - still retaining eye contact with Jay throughout it.

"You see Jay, there is a certain issue I'm finding among those sentences. I mean, fair enough, you feel intimidated by me. Lots of people are. He began, looking down both figuratively and literally at Jay, glacier-like eyes flashing angrily. "But the way you're regarding those two fine women in there is even worse. I don't have Amelia, just like neither of us has Clarissa. They are their only people - and I'll be damned before I see my friends be talked about like they're objects." He said, ending his sentence with an almost snarl. "You're just as bad as Skye." He added in disgust.

"Take that back!" Jay yelled.

And it was there that Jay lost it. The comparison to Skye seemed to flare up Jay's nostrils. In that moment, he shoved Sam hard — well, as hard as a lean guy like Jay could. It wasn't much, especially since all Jay's body would be able to do was probably make Sam stagger slightly, but it was the first time that Jay had ever felt angry enough to actually result to physical violence. In his mind, the moment that Sam had compared him to Skye, it set off a red flag in Jay's mind, it had triggered that red button — that "do not touch for whatever reason" button — and it had made it so to where Jay couldn't control what his body did next.

As soon as Jay's hands touched him, Sam's temper exploded. Even though the younger and smaller boy hadn't actually hurt him, the mere fact he'd shoved him was enough to make Sam snap. His fists clenched - unfortunately for his right hand, which was still holding the glass, which shattered in his grip - and as soon as he regained his footing, he raised his fist to relocate Jay's face to the other side of his head.

However, he didn't even have chance to connet the punch when his brain blew up. The punch glanced the right side of Jay's face with half the power gone.

When the punch connected, Jay was sent staggering a yard away from Sam as he was forced into a 180-degrees turn and onto his knees. Jay grunted as he felt his cheek. It was lightly sore and soon puffed up. Livid with anger, Jay was about to rush to Sam, but he noticed something was off. Like, even more than what Jay thought was off for Sam.

As he staggered, Sam couldn't help but cry out in pain as images darted across his blurred vision, blood vessels popping in his nasal passages as ghostly screams filled his agonising head. Falling to his knees, any and all anger was suddenly replaced with fear.

He was having a vision.

And it was just as bad as his first and last one.

Jay approached Sam slowly as if wary of what might happen if he made any sudden movements. "Sam, are you alright?" Jay asked, walking a few feet closer as he approached the knelt-down Sam.

Jay noticed that Sam wasn't responding to him, so he nudged him lightly with his hand. "Hey, Sam!" Jay called out, hoping he would get a response then, but still nothing. As Jay looked at Sam going through torment, it was faint, but he heard a familiar name. "Clar-issa", almost as if it were whispered in the sounds of terror. Jay's eyebrows somewhat narrowed, his teeth gritting, and next thing he knew it, Jay had delivered an open-palm slap. Whether it was only hard enough to knock Sam out of whatever was happening or if it was influenced by what Jay suspected he heard, but regardless, it was definitely as hard as Jay possibly could do it.

Sam couldn't hear Jay - he couldn't even see him. He lost in the future.

^{It was dark...people stood, moving, struggling....
....Clarissa...
...all black, all dark, just a flash of red, fire - no, jewels, a glove...
...someone falling....a sickening crack...
......Rissa.....}

SLAP!!!

The sudden shock of a sharp slap across his face suddenly pulled Sammy from his vision, and he put out one arm to steady himself on the floor. Blinking blearily, he groaned, placing his other hand to his head in an attempt to keep it intact. He felt a pang of fear when he felt wetness, and looking at his hand, saw blood. Shit, did his skull actually rupture open this time? Because that's what it goddamn felt like.

Only when he saw the glass sticking from the wound did he remember what had happened. Memories rushed back to him all at once, and he looked up slowly, seeing an extremely wary looking Jay. Sammy swallowed the remainder of his terror, and gave Jay a dozy grin.

"Goddamn... I think I need another drink." He said with a lazy chuckle, blood still dripping from his nose and running down his lips and chin, dripping to the floor. He was definitely going to have to clean himself up before going back in - barring the blood and a nice red hand print on his cheek, his skin had become shockingly pale - on top of that, there was the several cuts on his palm and fingers from the broken glass.

"On the bright side, my headache is clearing up real fast." He thought to himself, issuing forth another drowsy chuckle. Much like how a blister hurts like hell, but when you pop it and stick a plaster on, everything's fine and dandy; the same thing worked with his visions.

It was only the pulling of the band-aid and the prodding of the wound that caused further damage - i.e, trying to remember what exactly was happening in that vision. All he remembered so far was death.

"What happened, Sam? You looked like you were about to faint." Jay asked worryingly, looking at Sam.

Sam - rather unsteadily - got to his feet, wobbling slightly as he straightened up.

With a pained sigh, he wiped the blood from his face, only to roll his eyes as it was replaced by more. "Remember me mentioning those visions that I get? Well, you just got a front-seat view to one." He said, wincing again as he started picking out bits of glass from his hand.

As Sam explained to him that what he saw were those vision that Sam mentioned before, Jay stood there somewhat like a caramel-colored statue. He had explained it with such calmness. It was almost as if Sam had those frequently, or at least enough for him to not make a big deal about it. If Jay were to have those as often as he assumed Sam did, then he would probably be in a mental hospital due to how severe it was.

When Sam started to pick up the glass, Jay helped him, kneeling down as he started to pick it up. "Are they always that bad?" Jay asked Sam.

Sam shrugged, glancing at his shirt. The front was stained with blood - and would likely panic the girls when he walked back inside. Hopefully he had a spare in his car.

"I guess so. Well... I don't know, I've only had two that have been that bad before. I get other visions, but they're on a smaller scale. Bad dreams - occasionally nice dreams, but there's not much point in Hecate showing me the nice things in my future. She shows me the bad things so I can stop them from happening." He said, then paused, glancing at his right arm, from where he'd broken it on the night of his first vision.

"Well... try to stop them, anyways." He added quietly.

"And Hecate — your mother — shows you these things because she wants you to stop them? Or is there more to the reason as to why she gives you these hellish visions?" Jay inquired to Sam, finishing picking up some of the remainder of the glass.

"Hells, Jay, I don't know. Maybe she secretly hates me. Maybe she just wants to knock my narcissistic ass down a peg or two now and again. I don't know why I have visions - I just know that when I see them, I generally want to stop them from happening." Sam replied sharply, walking over to his nearby car and popping the trunk, pulling his bloodied shirt off in the process. As he dug around for a clean shirt and maybe some bandages for his bleeding hand, he glanced back at Jay.

"Do me a favour and don't tell the girls about this - or anyone else. It's not something I like to brag about, you understand? He said, his tone suddenly serious and blunt.

Jay didn't say anything. He simply nodded. He could tell that Sam was deathly serious about not wanting Amelia or Clarissa knowing about the vision. Added to that, Jay didn't think he would know how to bring it up. Still, after the way he treated Sam, Jay knew he owed him at least that much.

"Sam, listen.." Jay looked at Sam with a half-frown, "About earlier, I, uh — I'm sorry. About my jealousy, about what said about you having Amelia like she was an object. I'm just sorry about it all." Jay said, his voice seeming to sound low but audible.

Sammy wasn't too hung up on Jay's hesitant apology. He could hear the regret in the kid's tone.
"Don't worry about it. We all lose our cool - and plenty of people lose it around me." He said, finally finding a black shirt and pulling it over his head; then grabbing bandages before slamming the trunk shut, and looking back at Jay. "We'll just make sure it doesn't happen again. Water under the bridge, my man." He added with a grin. He then paused, looking back at the lake water. Jay was right - it was pretty calming.
"Hey... did I happen to say anything? A word, or a name?" He asked, brow furrowing as he attempted to remember.

"A name? I don't know. You might have." Jay said, sounding unsure. "A lot was happening. Perhaps morning will bring clarity." Jay shrugged. His body turned to the cabin, gesturing Sam to follow. "Let's go back. I'm pretty sure Clarissa will want to know what happened." Jay was half-dreading the argument from just walking out. It probably scared her half to death. Or maybe worry. Jay really didn't know which would be worse.

"I'll keep this little fist-fight quiet if you do, kiddo." Sam replied with a chuckle, wrapping the bandage around his bloodied hand as he and Jay began walking back to the cabin. [color-purple]"I'm prone to being clumsy, what with the whole exploding-magic-with-my-hands thing, so that'll explain any injuries or blood-splatters I've missed."[/color] He added as he opened the front door to the cabin - mood spiking happily as he both heard the music going loudly, and a less than PG-Rated dance from Clarissa.

"Rissa - what did I say about the vodka?" He announced their arrival with a jovial grin, as is his custom.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Feeling really hopeful

Alt's Ero-RP Partner Search (Obviously 18+, Mature, etc..) — CLOSED

STATUS: CLOSED

Okay, before you jump the gun, let me at least explain!

As writers, we all try to improve in every area we possibly can. For some, it's world-building; for others, it's character development. For myself, however, I have always been weak in the area of graphic sex scenes. That's not to say that I don't know how to write them. Writing the acts are perfectly fine for me — to an extent. I won't go into the specifics due to the guild's Google Adsense, but just know when it comes to certain aspects of these scenes, I tend to fade-to-black. It's not like I want to, but I can't really help it sometimes. I don't know if it's my queasy stomach or if it's something else entirely, but it's something that I always try to improve.

Which brings me to this thread.

I'm not only looking for a collaborative partner, but a mentor/teacher of sorts. I'm looking for someone who is keen on the matters of erotica and doesn't mind helping a guy out with improving his skills in this specific area. Of course, I want to also, somehow without it being weird, be friends with this person, but I also want to be told if I'm doing alright, or if I should be going further with how much I'm doing. I want honesty. That meaning, if I'm doing something wrong, then I want my potential partner to tell me. Don't worry about hurting my feelings. I can take it.

Now, to the little things to know what I'm looking for specifically:

• Be over 18 please. I know this shouldn‘t go without saying, but you must be over 18. Considering the nature of the subject, I don‘t want to be responsible for some kind of kiddy getting into trouble from mommy or daddy cause I was having RP sex with their kid. Even if you‘re mature for your age, I would feel more comfortable if you were simply above the age of eighteen. Sorry.
• High Casual and Advanced Only. This has nothing to do with anyone who prefers the lower levels of casual and free, but for my own personal preferences, I require someone who can match my post length and detail(usually two, non-speech paragraphs at the least). I need someone who will be able to not only match me, but also challenge me to not only want to achieve quality, but quantity as well.
• Real Life Face Claims Only. This is nothing against those who prefer anime or character gallery images, but using real life images are a personal preference. They help me feel the realism of the sexual acts and the personalities coming through the characters. Some might not agree with that because those people often prefer anime face claims — and that’s fine for them — but for me, I can’t do anime face claims anymore. I must have them be real life people.
• Pms Only. This should go without saying, but due to the graphic nature of what I’m asking, Pms will be our format of doing this potential roleplay. I don’t hand out my email to people and I don’t like roleplaying on skype. Google Docs are too mean to my slow computer. So, Pms are the only format that will work best for us. Plus, in my honest opinion, they are the easiest to track when it comes to these types of roleplays.
• OOC Chatter is a Must. Considering what I’m requesting here, I need to be in constant touch with whomever takes this challenge. Whether it’s setting up the events in the story or simply to give me feedback, I need this to be a requirement. Just so we are clear beforehand, the initial PM will serve as our OOC chatter while another PM will serve as the IC. But yes, I will require my potential partner/mentor/teacher to be in frequent contact with me so that nothing is lost in translation.
• 70% Ero, 30% Plot. As much as I am sure most would not prefer it to be that way, but this will be mostly…intimate acts. Think of this akin to Fifty Shades. As much as it pains me to say it, that is the best example I have. There will be a set-up. There will be some plot. There will be secondary characters, but our mains, be it doubling or just the two of them, will mostly be engaging in sexual acts. It’s just to ensure that I’m getting what I’m requesting from this thread. On the mention of Doubling..
• Doubling. If it calls for it at sometime in the story, then yes, we will double. However, if it doesn’t, then I see no need to do so. We could just as easily have our main two characters be the stars of most of the PoV posts and leave it as that.
• MxM and FxF. Not saying that I’m opposed to that if it’s brought up, but ideally I’m looking for either a FxM or a MxF pairing. I would be open up for a discussion regarding the homosexual and lesbian ones. If you can convince me to go that route, then we will. But it’ll probably have to be something really intriguing.
• Setting. Modern with either no or little supernatural aspects. This is, again, my personal preference. I don’t dislike supernatural settings, but I would much rather this be akin to something like Fifty Shades. That meaning it having a realistic, non-supernatural feel to it.
• Character Ages. Okay this I really don’t give a damn about. Whether we go for middle-aged people, adults in their thirties, college students in late-teens to mid-twenties, or if we go high school students(no younger than 14 please. I’m not that flexible). As long as we achieve what I’m asking, age is only but a number. Hell, I wouldn’t be opposed to the 15+ age gap between characters. That brings me to my next one..
  
  • Mommy and Daddy problems. These are scenarios that I honestly enjoy quite much. I have a lot of characters who often have mother or father issues, so it should be said that this wouldn’t be anything that would turn me off. In fact, in some cases, these are more appealing than two characters in the same age group(no more than 5 years apart). We can discuss this more when/if you pm me.
• Put some general info about yourself in your PM. Pretty much your age, kinks, interests, what pairings you’d be into, how you would like things to go, what your posting frequency is, and pretty much anything you want and/or think I would need to know. Try to be as detailed and specific with some of the stuff so that , like for the OOC chatter, nothing is lost in translation.
• Finally, this is supposed to be fun. Whether you see it as that, this is still going to be a roleplay. As such, we are supposed to have fun with this. Even though the subject is more adult than most, this is still going to be a fun time, so please try to enjoy yourself. I want to learn as much as I do to have fun with it.

Pairings and Ideas(number of *'s indicate how much I want to do it):

Brother x sister(can either be blood-related or step) ***
Father/Mother x Daughter/Son(again, either blood or step) ***
Teacher x Student(this would fall into the mommy/daddy issues I mentioned)
Boss x Employee(Kind of cliché, but not necessarily that bad. ***
General Dominant x Submissive pairing
Mafia Boss’ Daughter x Body Guard*
Mafia Member x Mafia Boss’ Daughter *
Exes
Childhood Friends *****
Arranged Marriage(have an idea for this) **
Best Friend x Best Friend’s sister/brother ****
Best Friend’s parent x Best Friend ****
Jock-type x Nerd-type
Unlikely Attraction/Opposite Attract
Cool Girl/Guy x Shy Guy/Girl
Family Fun(this would include an incestual paring. Of course, this would also require us to double up(we play one of each: the parents and children). (also have an idea for this) ***
Millionaire x Ordinary(not assinging gender here cause it could depend on what our preferences are) *****

And that does it for the pairings. If there are any others that possibly would appeal to you that aren’t up there, then please mention them the pm. I look forward to whomever is interested in this journey with me.

~Tundra

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

^{Eternal Moments — Yoko Shimomura — Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep Original Soundtrack, Disk II
Mockingbird — Enimem — Encore
Stay Awake(Dreams Only Last For A Night — All Time Low — So Wrong, It’s Right
World of Lines — Coheed and Cambria — Year of the Black Rainbow
The Birthday Song — Jon Lajoie — I Kill People
Next Best Thing — Endeverafter — Kiss or Kill
The Power of thy Sword — Manowar — The Hell of Steel
No Chance(Of Walking Away Without A Scratch) — In Fear And Faith — Voyage
Lost in the Echo — Linkin Park — Living Things
Scene Six: Home — Dream Theater — Metropolis part II: Scenes From a Memory}

From Otaku to Weeaboo — Humorous Anime Synopsis Thread

Fairy Tail - *in the tune of The Lion Sleeps from Lion King*
In Magnoila — mighty Magnolia
Fan service is abound
In Magnoila — mighty Magnolia
Power of Feelings are around.
ooooo-weeeee-ooooo-weeee-oooo-Natsu-oeeeeeeee

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@Altered Tundra
Oh, should I wait for Ashley's arrival to be after that point?

@karamonnom

Probably will be for the best. I mean, I'm going to get started on the post right now, so I'm hoping to have it up sometime in the next couple of hours.

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

Location Jade's House->Front of Lincoln Memorial High School
Interacting With: Herself and then Grant, Olivia(mentioned)

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”Late, why am I always goddamn late?!”

Every fucking time, Jade Taylor was late. Whether it was her period or for school, she was never on time. A girl like her had been known for this, so perhaps keeping up her reputation of being late to almost every important event that seemed to matter in this god-forsaken town. It wasn’t like Jade has lost anyone from that crazy, psycho killer from a few years ago, but she still didn’t want to be one of the bitches that didn’t show up. The least she could do was show up so that she could say that she was there.

As she scrambled around her room trying to find her phone, Jade was half-dressed. She was roaming frantically around her room only wearing black, denim pants and a few white and black assortment of bracelets on her wrists. They were those frilly kinds that people buy in the dozens for only a few bucks. She was trying to find her phone and Jade wasn’t having any luck. She was looking for it on her floor as she was on her knees, throwing aside the dirty clothes on her carpet floor. She had also tried looking on her dresser, in her bathroom, and pretty much everywhere else. After twenty minutes, Jade simply said fuck it for the time being. She needed to continue getting dressed.

Set on her bed semi-laid out, Jade had picked out a loose dark grey shirt. It was one size too big for her skinny frame, so one of the sleeves usually hung off, revealing her shoulder. Jade didn’t really care. At the moment, she wasn’t really concerned about the size. It was a shirt to wear, so that’s what mattered most to her right now. Along with that shirt, her trademark black leather jacket that she doesn’t seem to go anywhere without.

Jade was running so late, that she didn’t even bother with a bra. She put the shirt on, slipped the jacket on. As she would do so, wouldn’t ya know it? Her phone was right there underneath her jacket. ”Fucking hell..” Jade cursed, yelling shortly into open air. She pocketed her phone and went to her closet. She picked out a pair of black boots. She didn’t give a fuck about how she looked(which was probably somewhere between rocker chick and forced comfort). Whatever, she was already running late as it was nearing 9am.

Jade grabbed her bag and jetted out of her room, slamming the door behind her. She slid down the stairs with rushed grace. She zipped past her Uncle Charlie. He didn’t even have time to properly say good morning to her. As soon as she said “hey Uncle Charle”, Jade was saying bye to him. He didn’t even get a single word in until he heard the door slam. Jade had no time to even stop. She didn’t have the luxury to do so.

Sprinting as much as her little legs would allow, Jade found herself getting out of her neighborhood within ten minutes, which put her missing the beginning of the fucking memorial service. Whatever, at least Jade wold be able to make it in time for some of it. She knew that, at the pace she was going, ten more minutes would do it, but one little problem: Jade was getting tired. So much so that she had to stop periodically. Five minutes of fast walking and then five more minutes of sprinting. Jade seemed to repeat this process two times.

Each time she stopped sprinting, she felt her legs started to cramp up. The nerve of them. Here she was actually making an effort to get to school on time(somewhat) and they started to feel like jello. Even worse, she started to sweat. ”Great,” Jade said complaiing, her pace starting to slow. Thankfully, the sight of Lincoln Memorial High School was near.

As it became larger, Jade saw a figure standing in front of it, looking at the front entrance. She saw this person not moving and they seemed to have some kind of arm injury. Jade shrugged. She wasn’t going to bother him, but once she got close enough, she realized who it was.

”Hey Grant, what‘s up with your arm? Pull something?” Jade asked, stopping her jog.

”Oh, Jade!” Grant said with a surprised smile, turning his attention to Jade as he saw her stop near him, ”This? I slipped and fell.” Grant said as convincingly as he could.

”Right..” Jade didn’t believe him for one second. She looked at him, trying to gauge his confidence in that anwer. She knew he was lying, but who was she to pry? Whatever happened must be something bad. ”Gotta be careful with those falls man. They are somethings a killer.” Jade laughed, arms behind her head slightly.

”I‘ll take that into mind next time I‘m walking down the stairs.” He smiled, ”What are you doing here so late, Jade?” Grant inquired.

Jade nervously laughed. ”I could ask you the same thing. Jade grinned, teasing Grant slightly.

”I, uh—”

”Relax, I‘m only pulling your leg.”

”Right, of course..”

”Anyways, why were you just staring at the school before I walked up? Seemed like you were contemplating now going in or something like that..” Jade didn’t want to pry, but she did anyways.

”I was just thinking about something.”

”About how to get some poody tang?”

Grant’s face went red. Jade chuckled.

”You‘re so cute when you get red.”

”I, uh — I mean, I wish girls said that to me more..”

Jade smirked. ”Oh come on, a cutie like you must have all the panties in your bag!” She said, nudging him as if they were two guys in the locker room talking about the latest “score” they got the night prior.

”I do not!” he protested.

”There must be one you‘re fond of..”

Grant went silent, looking down. ”Well, there is someone..” Grant said slowly, fidgeting his thumbs(to the most of his ability) together.

”Look at you Mr. Studd!” Jade smirked, ”okay, Mr. Studd, who is she? I need a name.” She demanded.

”Olivia..”

”Johnson? That pretty blonde that you‘re always hanging around?”

Grant nodded.

”Damn G, that‘s a nice one.” Jade sounded more excited for Grant more than she should be, ”how come you‘re not hitting that?” Jade, with her rather unique approach, inquired to Grant.

”I would not HIT her and I would never refer to her as THAT ” Grant retorted at Jade.

”Geez Louise, no need to be snappy. ” Jade gave him a “calm down” look, ”but seriously, why aren‘t you two together” Jade emphasized the together part as she didn’t want to receive Grant’s snappy bitchiness again.

”I, uh, I mean..”

”Spit it out, boy wonder!”

”I don‘t know if she feels the same as I do..”

”And do you know that for certain?” Jade asked sternly.

”No…” Grant’s face fell down, his tone faded into silence.

”Then you don‘t know, do you ?” Jade said, sighing.

”No, I suppose I don‘t…” Grant admitted through defeat.

”Listen, if you like Olivia as much as you say you do, then you should tell her how you feel. Trust me, leaving these feelings unresolved is never a good thing to do.” Jade told him.

”But—” Jade interrupted Grant.

”but nothing! If you like her, then tell her dumbass.” Jade bluntly said.

”I don‘t know…”

Jade looked at how pathetic and depressed he looked about the prospect of telling Olivia his true feelings. ”Okay, fine, I‘ll see what I can find out.,” Jade sighed.

Grant’s eyes widened. ”WHAT!? No, please don’t..”

”Don‘t worry, G — I won‘t tell her about your little crush. ”

Grant wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. ”I, uh— thank you.” He said, somewhat smiling.

”It‘s whatever. You‘re a cool dude and you obviously have the hots for her. It‘s the least I can do. I mean, I don’t‘ know what I‘ll find out, but I‘ll tell you after school.” Jade said shrugging, ”come to Simonè‘s after school. I‘m working with Ali, so we‘ll talk then.” Jade smiled at Grant, walking past him. Grant nodded. She smiled again ”Now let‘s see if we can at least catch the last part of that Memorial, kay?” Jade smiled sweetly.

Grant smiled back at her. The two of them went into the school. Quite an odd friendship, but then again, nothing about Verona seemed to be normal. Teens had superpowers for god’s sake. Surely, the Town Slut and Shy Boy could have a friendship, right?

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

^{Dying Breed — Five Finger Death Punch — War is the Answer [Deluxe Edition]
We Like it Loud — Sleeping With Sirens — Madness
New Math(live)[Explicit] — Bo Burnham — Bo Burnham(self-titled album) [Deluxe Editon]
Empire(Let them Sing) — Bring Me the Horizon — Sempiternal [Deluxe Edition]
Welcome to the Vanity Faire — Alesana — A Place Where the Sun is Silent
Waterfall(Acoustic) — Eyeshine — Afterglow
Nerds(studio version) — Bo Burnham — what. b-sides
Falling In Hate — Five Finger Death Punch — War is the Answer [Deluxe Edition]
Why'd You Want to Live Here? — Death Cab for Cutie — The Photo Album
On Brave Mountains We Conquer — Silverstein — This is How the Wind Shifts [Deluxe Edition]}

The 30-day Song Challenge

Day 06: A Song that You Relate to

I chose this song because, in my current mental state, this really speaks to me personally. There's a special person in my life, whom in which I love dearly, just gives me — pardon the pun — the rhythm of love. <3

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@Plank Sinatra @LovelyAnastasia @HereComesTheSnow @Kaithas @GoddessSophia @MiddleEarthRoze @McHaggis @Onarax @IrishAngelQueen @Obscurus @Crimmy @karamonnom

Does anyone have any more loose ends to tie up before I post the timeskip post? I ask this because I plan on starting it tonight(hopefully finish it tomorrow) and will post it sometime tomorrow after Roze and I finish our last collab for the current ICly night.