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Starring: True, Fawn, Rafael, & Wyatt
After school on some random sidewalks...
Collab with: @Kitty @Silent Observer @smarty0114

Compliments to Kitty for title



When Truly Bliss gets attached to people, she finds herself drawn to them like a mosquito is drawn to lamps. She can’t help but have a shocking connection with them. One person in particular, aside from her BFF, Kit, was a sophomore girl named Fawn Woods. True could remember their first meeting like it was only yesterday. It was Man Crush Monday, sixth period in the spooktacular month of October, two weeks before Halloween. That meant True had Study Hall and Wyatt Durand, her man crush on Monday (and every day for that matter, since the moment she laid eyes on him), had Ceramics. It only took True a matter of seconds to get a hall pass and go missing for fifthteen minutes, or maybe the entirety of that period. Who’s counting? Being a freshman had its perks. If someone asked why she wasn’t in class, she could just use the whole ‘I’m lost’ card. Works all the time. The professor kept the door open, so she had to be smooth to poke her head in and watch her man crush from afar as he centered clay and had it spin around the wheel with a messy face and a messy shirt and a messy pot… he was sooooooo good at that! Wrong, he was terrible, but True was biased. That led to a deer tapping her shoulders and asking her if she was lost. From that point on, True decided this girl who was concerned for her well being would be her friend forever.

Now here they were, behind a tree, True being as discreet as possible, as she watched Wyatt and his friend talking and doing burner things on the sidewalk. She glanced at the helmet she was holding and decided to throw it behind her. If he agrees to teach, having a helmet would only mean it would get in between her head and his chest if she were to fall. A helmet would not do. “Okay, Fawn. You know how I really, really want to learn how to skateboard but I’m too shy to ask? I need your help. I can’t do this by myself or I’ll be embarrassed! You get the long haired one, I get the other. He’s mine. Got it?” Did True tell Fawn about her crush? Not necessarily, but this was a start! It wasn’t like she was obvious or anything.

Wide brown doe eyes stared at the red-haired freshman in front of her, to say she was confused was an understatement. Fawn felt a bit lost at what was going on and why her friend was watching the skateboarders from behind a tree. She was also lost on why True called one of the boys ‘hers’, but she wasn’t going to question it as Fawn was sure she had a reason. The main thing she needed clarifying on was what her friend meant by ‘get the long haired one’, what exactly did True want her to do in this situation? That is what really left the little deer lost, but she wanted to help her friend, plus it also meant she’d get a chance to learn more about skateboarding, which had always intrigued her.

Writing down a question to hopefully understand what was happening better, Fawn held up her board. “What exactly do you want me to do? What do you mean by get the long haired one? I don’t have to ‘get him’ as in attack him, right? I wouldn’t do very well with that, I’m too small. You should probably ask someone else like Kit. She’d probably do better at ‘getting him’ than I would.” There were people who rambled when talking, then there was Fawn. Who sometimes ended up rambling when she wrote or ‘spoke’ in her way. Sometimes it led to very small text and long paragraphs all to answer one simple question, but it happened less and less frequently as if she rambled in reply to her parents… good things didn’t happen.

“No, dork. I mean get their attention. We want to know how to skate, they know how to skate. We get their eyes on us and then you can take it away with your whiteboard! I doubt they’d deny a cute, tiny, deaf girl such as yourself. I’m just a freshmen. No one likes freshmens. And, like, to most of the school, I don’t even exist. You are the Great Fawn! My only hero right now. Kit’s busy.” Truly Bliss kept her eyes on the boys, hoping they didn’t walk away. If they walked away, she would resort to plan B. She didn’t want to resort to plan B. FAWN WAS HER ONLY HOPE.

“Today’s the day, Wy. I’m gonna do it, my dude.” Riff said after exhaling a steady stream of smoke. He passed the joint to his curly haired friend and clacked the wheels of his skateboard against the pavement. Today was the day he was going to do what, exactly? Smoke so much that he manages to put himself in a coma? Kiss the cute little blondie he’d found in anime club and has been toting around school? Actually break a Guiness World Record for number of McDonald’s chicken nuggets consumed in one sitting? With Raf — any one of these things, or more, were a possibility, but none of which were what he was referring to. “The 360 hardflip. Check it, scrub.”

Rafael pushed forward and set his board gliding across the blacktop. Once it had gained what Raf deemed to be the desired amount of speed, he bent his knees and snapped his momentum back upward. Close, but no cigar. The board smacked into his ankle before innocently rolling away like it didn’t commit such a heinous crime. It hurt like a bitch, there’s barely any skin covering your ankles!

“Ah! Fuck! Shit!” Riff exclaimed as he attempted to sooth the screaming ankle bone against the soft flesh of his opposing calf muscle. Never one to settled for failure on his wheels, Rafael ran after the escaping board and hopped back on. He cruised around the parking lot for a few seconds before giving the trick a second shot. Riff sprung upward… and… he landed it! Hell yeah, boys! While he might have landed it, he was no gymnast, so he didn’t really stick the landing. The heels of his feet hung precariously over the rear side of his board, and Riff lost balance and fell backwards, flat on his ass. “Whatever! Still landed that shit!” Raf said as he laid back against the pavement and held up a single thumbs up towards Wyatt.

Wyatt was seated on his board, taking a hit from the joint as Raf fell, leading to an explosion of smoke erupting up from his lungs as he made a noise somewhere between a cough and a laugh. Grinning he rolled over to Raf, still seated on his board, and handed him the joint before standing up and gaining his balance.

“Watch the pro do it, Young Padawan,” Wyatt said hopping on and skating down the sidewalk, faster and faster until...the board cracked against the pavement, a successful, 360 hardflip having played out in the space above the board, and a joyful Wyatt holding his hands up, skating a victory lap for his audience. “And that is how it’s done, scrub boy!”

Rafael watched the scene play out from his ground-bound vantage point. Of course he landed it on the first shot. Fucking Wyatt. Riff smirked and shook his head. The same hand that was giving a thumbs up a moment ago was now proudly flashing the boy a middle finger.

The deer nodded, finally understanding what True wanted. It made her a bit nervous though, she was not the biggest fan of attention but she had agreed to help True so she would. The only problem was she had no idea how she would go about getting their attention. She hoped her friend had an idea on how to do that. But if there was one thing that she did know would get them on their way to getting the attention of the skaters, it would be not hiding behind the tree. So Fawn grabbed True’s arm and in a burst of confidence pulled her with her towards the skaters.

Okay. It was finally happening. True had her Courage pull her toward her future husband. Finally, they were meeting for the first time, face to face. A monumental moment in Truly’s mind. Did she look appropriate? She wore her usual maroon sweater, over a white blouse, with a khaki skirt on. Maybe the skirt made this inappropriate to learn skateboarding…NO MATTER, she would work with what she was wearing. Why did she even bring a helmet in the first place? That would’ve made her intentions far too obvious. She tried her best to stay cool, but her eyes couldn’t help but widen in admiration as her Dream got closer. His hair was dark and fluffy. The best kind of hair to touch. His skin, his face in particular, looked so smooth. Like a...like a baby! The best kind of skin to touch. His body, scrawny, thin, and full of manliness. She most definitely could wrap her arms around him if she tried. The best kind of body to touch. Wyatt Durand was the handsomest boy to ever walk the Earth. When they were finally face to face, True’s cheeks were kissed with rosy pink. Oh goodness. Was it getting hot out here or was it just her? Play it cool. Then she let out a high pitched squeak and immediately covered her lips.

Nooooooooo.

Immediate change in course. Plan B. Initiate.

True told herself she wasn’t going to do it, but she decided in this moment, she must. With quick and forceful movements, True pushed Fawn at the boys. Hard enough for the poor girl to crash into the long haired boy. “She really likes you….r skateboard!” Yes. Yes. Put all the focus on Fawn.

One moment Fawn was walking with True towards the two skaters, then she was stumbling from a shove only to crash into the skater with the longer hair. Her face immediately heated up turning redder than her hair as she took a few unsteady steps back. As her friend spoke her face only grew hotter and darker, her hand stumbling to finish writing on her whiteboard so she could use it to cover her face. “I’m Sorry!” She finally finished writing and quickly the board was over her face. At this moment in time Fawn didn’t care that she wouldn’t be able to read anyone’s lips, she just wanted to hide from her embarrassment.

“Oooof!” Rafael exclaimed in surprise when his body was met with the unexpected force of a girl just as he was trying to stand back up. Riff stumbled to regain his balance and then turned around to face her. She was… tiny. Tinier than him! He couldn’t see her face, but there was a mane of long red hair sticking out from behind a white board. Why’d she have a white board? “Oh, uh, hello? It’s okay, I run into shit all the time. No bigs!” Raf rolled his skateboard back and forth under one foot while he waited for the girl to respond, his head tilted to the side curiously.

Wyatt looked from one girl to the next, his mop of dark hair flopping around ever so slightly as his head turned. True wanted to touch his hair. Taking another hit from the joint he did the one thing he always did when meeting someone new. He offered them drugs. “Want some? I’m Wyatt, and this is Raf,” he said, holding the joint out and gliding slowly towards True.

YES. Without hesitation, but still pretty damn shy, True shuffled toward the joint. Oh man. If Damian knew she was about to smoke. Would he even care? Mama would. Mama wasn’t going to find out. Pulling out her hand, she cautiously went for it. If she grabbed it just right, she would touch his hand. Her heart was racing. This was a monumental moment and she would have to write it down in her diary. Gulping to herself, she slipped her fingers around the joint and said in super fast speed, “I’m-Truly-Bliss-this-is-Fawn-she’s-hard-of-hearing!” Snatch. SHE DID IT, FAM. She grabbed the joint from Wyatt. Now the bigger thing.

The indirect kiss. Her eyes narrowed, as she focused long and hard on the foreign object. If she did exactly as Wyatt did, she should be fine. Ooooh, this made her so nervous! After taking a deep breath in, for preparation, she placed the joint between her lips, letting it sit for a moment or two, before inhaling deeply. The results ended with a small freshman having a coughing fit. People like this?! Well, Wyatt likes it so it must be good. Okay, she likes it too. She gave the joint back to her future husband, still coughing.

It had been sometime since the embarrassing event and Fawn realized that if anything had been going on or been said, well she had missed it all. No longer wanting to miss out she lowered her whiteboard until she was hugging it tightly to her chest. Right at the moment she lowered the whiteboard the small deer realized her friend seemed to be having a coughing fit or possibly choking, so to try and be of some help she patted True on the back in hopes that it would help with whichever one was actually happening. All the while she lived up to her namesake as she looked like a deer in headlights with everything she did.

Wyatt grinned and took the joint in one hand, gently patting True’s back with the other, one foot on the ground, the other on the board. “Woah, easy there,” Wyatt said, chuckling slightly. “We don’t want you to puke.”

First Fawn patted True’s back, which was much appreciated, but then the unexpected happened! Truly Bliss froze in position when Wyatt, her Wyatt, rubbed her back ever so softly. His touch caused her body to tingle all over and the coughing did come to a stop. What she should do? Keep coughing and hope he never stops touching her? Or… True glanced over at Fawn’s face. That look of bewilderment. Okay, it was time to be a good friend now.

Bringing herself up, she turned on her heel — Woah. Wyatt was really close to her. FOCUS, TRUE. Taking a step back, for it was getting hot out here and she couldn’t take off all her clothes, she gleamed at the boys, more so Wyatt than Raf, “Fawn’s always wanted to learn how to skateboard. I wouldn’t mind learning too. That’s why we.. ungracefully came here, to you guys. To ask if you could teach us?” When True wasn’t frazzled with Wyatt, she was fully capable of handling social interactions. Seeing Fawn’s hopeless face brought her back to reality. True was being selfish. Using this as an opportunity to gain brownie points with the hubby, when in actuality, she was abusing her friend. “We’re underclassmen, by the way… so, I don’t want word going around that I tried that. I don’t know how my brother would react.” True averted her gaze from Wyatt’s and glanced at Fawn to make sure she was okay.

“Oh, right on. We’ll teach you, that’ll be dope. Right, Wy?” Riff nodded at his friend for confirmation. When the redheaded girl, Fawn — as True had introduced her, lowered her white board, Riff smiled warmly at her. Raf, being the way that he was, didn’t catch all of True’s words, so he missed the part where she explained that Fawn was hard of hearing. “I can teach the little deer, I like fellow small folk. Have you ever boarded before?” Rafael asked before stepping on the end of his 1UP-themed skateboard and tilting it upwards so that he could pass it over to the girl.

Fawn looked to the board then back at the boy holding the board. She had seen his lips move but she hadn’t been fully focused so she didn’t catch anything he tried to say to her. All she could do was assume he was giving her the board to give it a try. So that is what she decided she would try. Putting her whiteboard into her purse, Fawn grabbed the skateboard with both of her hands and walked a few steps away before setting the board on the ground. She then stepped up onto the board and stood there for a moment staring down at the device, wasn’t it supposed to be moving. Deciding to try it in a way she could move it herself Fawn sat down onto the board glad she had worn leggings to school that day. With a determined look, that really just looked adorable on the girl, Fawn began to push herself with her hands slowly picking up speed. Eventually the board rolled to a stop so she stood up and turned it around before repeating what she did and returning to the group, standing and picking up the board before holding it back out to Raf to return it.

Wyatt grinned at True as Raf began teaching Fawn. “Well, guess that means you’re with me,” he said, scratching the back of his neck and hopping off the board so True could take his place. “Alright so, be kinda careful getting up, it can get out from under you pretty easy,” Wyatt advised, holding out a hand so that he could help her up onto the board.

Riff stared at his student curiously. She looked confused. He tried explaining how to get the board moving once she stepped on it, but his words fell on deaf ears. “You just gotta push with your other foot, like this.” Raf mimicked the motion as if he were on a board of his own. Fawn continued to stand and wait for it to magically move itself, and then, she sat down. “Oh, uh, here…” The long-haired boy stepped forward to try to help her… but, she just started rolling away. Rafael watched as she used his prized skateboard like a gym class scooter, and then, he laughed his ass off. This tiny girl was a treat. “I mean… that’s one way to do it?”

Up until this point, Wyatt permeated True’s every waking thought, but now that he was here, right in front of her, she felt like the scarecrow from Wizard of Oz. Brainless. Every smile he gave, every little gesture he did, every word he said, a rush of warmth would course through her petite body. True could even hear her heartbeat through her ears. She anxiously and excitedly looked at his face. From his face, her eyes trailed down his torso straight to his hand. What a princely action — offering his hand to her. Wyatt Durand was a damn gentlemen. “Uh, okay... “ Her mind was hazy and she felt like she was in a trance, a trance that was like a butterfly being drawn to nectar. She was the butterfly, he was the nectar.

With gentle precision, she placed her hand on his, taking in the touch for as long as she could and how warm and wonderful it felt. Lifting herself on the skateboard, she slowly but surely put both feet on the board. Balancing herself was actually something she was good at. If she wasn’t good at that, she wouldn’t have performed well at cheer tryouts when she displayed her biggest strength, which involved her core muscles and balancing her body. Yes, she was clumsy, but for different things like walking into glass doors or spilling things. Or causing her mom’s lamp to tumble off the side table. Her falling though? Usually only happens intentionally. Who knows, though! She’s never skateboarded before (but she has snowboarded). She could definitely bust her ass.

Once she was on top of his skateboard, her hand tightened around him as a sign of keeping stable, but really, she just liked the feeling of holding his hand. “... should I kick? What if I fall?”

Wyatt grinned. Getting up was step number one. Going was step two. “Go ahead and kick. You’ll be fine, I’m pretty good at making sure people don’t fall and what not,” the curly haired boy said, grinning and putting and gently placing a hand on each of True’s sides, with no regard for what it might mean to her. There was one thing to know about Wyatt: he had no clue how boundaries worked.

And for True, this was perfectly fine. Actually, more than fine. Keep touching her. Nodding in acknowledgement, she tried her best to focus on her next play, but couldn’t help but feel that static again. She had to kick forward, potentially away from this, but maybe fate would bring her back into his hold, as if their attraction were like magnets. Gulping her saliva, she faintly kicked giving herself a steady slide. He’s still touching her? Yes. Okay good.

Her mind suddenly had a daunting thought. What if he wanted her to be good? What if this ‘scaredy girl’ act would make him grow tired of her? Should she be a bit more daring? A bit more bold? WHAT IF she was TOO GOOD and he wouldn’t want to teach her anymore?! True didn’t know what to do! Her mind was being flooded with possible options, that she hadn’t realized he was no longer holding her and she was gliding down the sidewalk. She kicked again. And again. And again. Until she was going incredibly fast. Oh god. This was slightly different than snowboarding. True covered her face as both of her feet were on the board while she just zoomed down the sidewalk. This was the day she would die.

Fawn tilted her head as she watched the boy laugh, she wasn’t quite sure what he found funny but she didn’t mind waiting for him to finish laughing, although the skateboard was getting heavy in her hands. When he finally stopped laughing and spoke the tiny girl’s eyebrows furrowed as she thought about how else to move the board. It didn’t move for her when she stood on it like it did for the boys but she was able to move it herself when she sat down. As she thought Fawn glanced over to True just in time to see her use her foot to kick off the ground and get the board moving that way. Setting the skateboard down and pulling out her whiteboard she wrote out a question for the long haired boy, once she finished writing she flipped it around for him to see. “So, I’m supposed to use my foot to move the board when I stand on it? It doesn’t move on its own?”

Riff watched as the girl pulled out the whiteboard again and started writing. Why was she doing that? Could she not talk? Rafael raised his eyebrow and then read her questions. “Yeah, that’s how it works. You need to use your feet.” Following suit of Wyatt, he offered the girl his hand before she stepped back up onto the board. “Can you speak?” He asked her as politely as he could manage.

Eyes widening, the little deer realized she didn’t explain her situation. At this point in the school year she had gotten into a bad habit of assuming people knew. Erasing her whiteboard and writing the answer to his question, Fawn once again held the board up so the boy could read it. “I prefer not to as I cannot hear so I wouldn’t know if I was shouting or not. Also, I rely on reading lips to know what people are saying. I’m sorry for not mentioning this earlier… my bad.”

Wyatt watched with joy as True sped down the sidewalk. He was a pretty good teacher! But then she kept going. And going. And going. He wasn’t quite sure how to stop her, but he also didn’t want to freak her out. He craned his neck around to look at Raf, a slightly worried look on his face. “Hey, uh, Raf? I think I mighta lost my freshman? And by lost, I mean, she’s speeding down the sidewalk.”

“You got legs, run after her, dude! She’s totally gonna wipe.” Rafael advised his friend and then turned back to Fawn. She didn’t talk and she couldn’t hear, okay, that was fine with him. He’d have to get creative in teaching her, and if there was one thing Riff excelled in, it was being creative. Truly, it was one of the only things that he excelled in. “That’s fine, you don’t need to apologize.” Rafael explained once he was sure that she could see his lips to read them. He also spoke slowly, because he knew how hard it could be to understand someone speaking in a different language than what was native to you — reading lips was probably a lot like trying to understand english. “Here, I’ll show you.”

Rafael helped Fawn up onto the skateboard and held her hand to keep her steady. “If you want to go forward, you need to push.” At the word ‘forward’ he pointed in that direction. At the word ‘push’, he directed her right foot off of the board and onto the ground. Riff looked up to meet her gaze so she could see his mouth again. “You do that until you are going fast… and then you can coast. To coast, you stand like this.” After finishing this instruction, he helped her get both feet back up on the board. He squared up her toes so that they were parallel and a little less than a foot apart. “When you coast, it’s all about balance. You use your arms for balance, okay?” Riff waited for her nod of recognition before continuing. “Next is how to turn. To go this way—” He pointed to the left, “Lean back on your heels, just a little bit.” Raf walked behind her and tapped at her heels to demonstrate and then came back around to face her. “To go right—” He pointed to the right this time, “Lean forward on your toes.” Raf tapped her toes next and smiled up from his squatting position. “But just a little!”

The long-haired boy stood back up to his full height of just over five feet and grinned. “Lastly, is stopping. Usually, you try to slow yourself down with your right foot before coming to a stop. Sometimes… you just have to abandon ship at full speed. Whatever feels safer at the time. Trust yourself. You ready to try? I’ll try to keep up with you.”

Listening, or reading his lips, intently, Fawn made sure to pay attention the best she could, practicing what he was telling her lightly on the board while gently gripping his hand. How close he was made her a bit uncomfortable but she held back the desire to run away and go hide in a tree somewhere, she was here for her friend and to finally learn to ride the boards she’d seen people riding. When he asked her if she was ready to try the small girl simply nodded and released his hand. Taking a deep breath she did what she was told and used her food to push herself forward, then repeated the motion a few times until she was going a bit faster. She then ‘coasted’ for a few seconds before trying to turn the board.

Unfortunately for Fawn, she was small and light, so the board really didn’t turn under her weight. Deciding she wanted off, a sudden feeling of panic washed over her. Fawn wanted to put her foot down, but as she had been coasting towards the hill and not paying attention, the board had gained a bit of speed. In reality the board was barely reaching a top speed of 3 mph, but to Fawn it seemed so much faster, so she simply jumped off, stumbling a bit before regaining balance and deciding to sit down in the middle of the street. She had definitely done enough of that for the day.

Meanwhile, Wyatt had taken to sprinting after True, his feet slapping against the sidewalk as he tried to catch up with her. “Use your foot to try and slow yourself down!” he shouted. He was catching up quick, his long legs carrying him quickly over the distance that separated the two.

Wyatt’s voice brought True back to reality as the end of the sidewalk was rapidly approaching. Uncovering her face, she tried to use her right foot as brakes. It wasn’t the easiest task to do due to her momentum, but even a little would slow her down the slightest, which may be enough for her knight in shining armor to rescue her her. She needed her hero!

Again, True.

Her foot skidded on the cement. Maybe crashing into the light post wouldn’t hurt that bad? True had worse crashes in the past, one having given her a bad leg injury in sixth grade. She had crutches and a foot brace! Still, her impending doom looked like it would hurt like a bitch. What a bitch. Wyatt would remember the pole’s imprint on her face, forever. Rest in pieces, her chances with her future husband.

Ouch. That was all Wyatt could think as he saw True go head on into the light pole, causing a low pitched ring to echo through the air. He ran up and knelt down by her side, clearly concerned for her well being. “You good there? That looked like a nasty wipeout,” he said, chewing on his lip as he looked over True for any noticeably injuries.

Yepp, it did hurt like a bitch. But here she was, lying on the floor, looking up at her beloved and seeing multiple Wyatts. This was better than a dream even if her ears rung and her head was pounding. She couldn’t help but giggle with how happy she still was. “I should’ve wore a helmet.” Truly Bliss slurred. Her short red hair sprawled on the cement, as she continued to beam her contagiously bright smile at him. Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the crash, but she couldn’t feel her face and didn’t know if she was going to get a major bruise or not.

“You’re pretty.” The compliment slipped out of her lips. Yeah, she was definitely out of her mind, but that's okay.

Wyatt was a pretty boy.





During the beginning of homeroom
Mentions of Fawn @Kitty & Roz @Fabricant451



Helping? He helped her at the party? Lucky Cross, having taken a shower after his sprint on the field and early morning work out, sat in the boys' locker room, on the bench, with wet hair and his body fully clothed. He stared down at a note attached to a bag with 3 cookies inside of it. He was the only one in here (homeroom would begin soon), and yet he chose to take his sweet fucking time. This was far more intriguing than whatever the morning show would showcase today.

The girl he had ‘shadowed’ at the party felt inclined to thank him. Thank him out of all people. All he did was give her a good time, like any gent would do when they saw a pretty, tiny, and naive girl. A girl that reminded him of a baby lamb or hell, even her namesake, a widdle fawn. That night it became his duty to make her less squeamish. Give her a reason to loosen up and forget about the violence. Not every party resorted into kids using other kids as punching bags. Only the best ones did. That simply meant his fellow peers were indulging in sin and letting out a side of them they’d be afraid to let out during the daytime. It’s like Dwight L. Moody said: Character is what you are in the dark. Alcohol brought out the truth, sex gave people something to talk about, and violence meant there was something to avoid, something to be involved in, or something to watch. Depends on the person or the day or both.

Peering down at the cookies, Lucky opened the bag and took in the scent of the sugary-sweet aroma. His actions may have been in the present, but his mind was stuck in the past. Thinking of a distant memory of a long, long time ago.

Even if his jeans weren't faded in, his white shirt wasn't covered with stains, and his jacket wasn't ripping at the seams, there was something with the way Lucky held himself that made him stand out from the crowd. That made him not belong. The attitude and mentality of an outsider. The clothes gave him the ability to blend with his peers, while his stand-offish quality dared contact, without an invitation. He knew he was blessed with Miss Fortune after he lost the one thing that made him susceptible to hurt. The one thing that made him vulnerable in this dog eat dog world. Hell was on Earth and he knew he would forever be at the core of the burning flames, unless he, himself, climbed out of it to find Paradise. His paradise. Ah, but for him, he liked how things were. He liked not giving a shit. He liked taking part in the damnation of his peers’ lives. He liked hurting people.

Life could easily take away the things you loved the most, especially when you least expected it. Life wasn't going to spoon feed him, or give him shelter, or protect him. No, not like she did. He learned the hard way he had to work for what he wanted and that meant he'd make Lady Luck his bitch to get where he needed to go, regardless who he hurt on his way. He couldn’t afford to feel. To love. To be careless and allow himself the pleasure of forgetting. The pleasure of being ‘happy’ in the way that others deemed happiness to be.

Advancing in this world — love was not in the prerequisites. He made the mistake of growing attached to one person already at this school. Roz Norcross. There were fine lines in their friendship, neither knew much of the other, but respected and appreciated the companionship given when there was no one else. That didn’t change the fact that she was the only person Logan “Lucky” Cross had an inch of feelings towards and as a result, a man who didn’t want any weaknesses, had a weakness. He’d ruthlessly go miles for her because he cared. Like a hound cared about protecting his master and her belongings. Protected her from trespassers. Those that weren’t welcomed. A hound that would vigilantly stand at her side, because the world they were part of, with the beautiful, the dirty, and the rich, were against them. Always, against them.

Not romantically though. Roz, as sad as it sounds since they were more associates than friends, was the closest thing Lucky’s ever had to a ‘best friend’. He didn’t want to make the same mistake again. He knew one wrong move and all his efforts would crumble to the ground. He’ll be back at square one. It was just nice, to have someone like Roz. She helped make this petty existence of his a little less shitty.

Now, here was this other girl, who hardly knew him, thanking him for being there for her when all he did was give her drugs, dance with her, let her dose off on his shoulder on the couch, and drop her off wherever she wanted to be dropped off at. That was nothing to thank him about. And yet, here in his hand were cookies. He pulled one out and examined it. Felt the texture and focused on the detail.

Home cooked. Fresh. Warm. Filled with care.

One bite and he would choke on the distant memories that something so sweet reminded him of. Memories of his mother. If he had milk, he could wash it all away, but he didn’t have milk and he wasn’t sure he wanted to take a bite into his feelings. Would it make him rude if he didn’t eat her gift? The aromatic fragrance was already bringing him back to his old bedroom, which honestly wasn’t a bedroom, just a mattress on the ground in a living space, with cookies and milk beside it, and a fairy tale story filling the air by a timid, yet tantalizing woman’s voice. A voice that reminded him of the radiant sunset.

For a woman that showed so much kindness, why did she do what she did? Lucky could still remember her face, even if he was young and he hardly knew who she was as a person. All he knew was, there was a lot of pretending. Pretending to care. Pretending to love him. Pretending to be his mother. When in the end, she packed her bags and left. If it was the abuse, why did she leave him behind? If it was the circumstances, why didn’t she run away with him and create a better tomorrow, for her and her baby? If it was because of him… why did she pretend? He would’ve preferred not knowing the feeling of being loved, as brief as it was, than having her and losing her in a blink of an eye.

To add salt to the wound, she died. He was too young to understand at the time, but when he was able to access a computer at the local library, he found out her death made it all over the papers and that she was actually someone important in this world. His existence was truly meaningless to her. They, as in him and his deadbeat father he no longer talks to, were kept a secret to protect her. Her fame. Her wealth. Her reputation. Was she actually protected at the end, if her last breath was taken from her by a bullet to the head?

Funny how life works, don’t you think?

Coming back to the present, his current reality, Lucky noticed that the cookie he took out was crumpled in his hand. He stood up and walked to the trash. He let the crumbs slowly slide off his hand, leaving a small piece for him to consume. Bringing his hand to his lips, he grabbed the piece with his tongue and ate it in still silence.

They were good.

He looked at the rest of the cookies. He’d give the rest to Roz. Glancing at his smartwatch, he sent a quick text to the kind sophomore.

To: Fawn Woods
Thanks.
Lucky

His eyes trailed to his notifications. Someone had posted an instagram picture of the flyers scattered throughout the halls, with the caption and a smug emoji face: Exclusive party. On a boat. #NewYears #Take2. He scrolled down to see another picture, on Becca Helmsley’s instagram, of her and her twins. Saying “Three is better than one.” It wasn’t hard to connect the dots. They’re back.

He’d need to see Roz.

Give her cookies and see what’s brewing in that head of her’s. If she was going to the party, he’d attend to. If she wasn’t going to the party, he’d still attend, on the account of being her hound and gathering intel when she couldn’t, while making a few people cry along the way. Maybe he’ll invite a little someone to soften the knife’s edge that was him and Roz, but also be his way of saying thank you for thanking me. He’d wait to see. Once he decides, he’ll extend an invitation to the baker girl behind the cookies.

Roz would like these cookies.







A @Lovely Complex and @Universorum collaborative project
Starring: Joy ‘Just One Slice’ Darling, and Damian ‘I Got You’ O’Connor
Featuring the Supporting Cast of: Erick ‘The Concerned Father’ Darling, Jude ‘Drink Your Juice!’ Darling, Rocket ‘DON’T LEAVE ME JOY’ Darling, Artemis ‘The Underminer of Authority’ Darling, Apollo ‘She’s Right There…’ Darling, Bryant ‘What the Fuck?’ O’Connor, and Melody ‘You’re Tearing the Family Apart!’ O’Connor
Location: The Darling Residence —> Damian’s Car —> The O’Connor Residence


Having one of the best perspectives of the city of fallen angels, toward the end of Oriole Way, sitting above Sunset Strip, a modern family habitation resides — fabulously high-tech, contemporary, and in union with the slope. Visitors are always reminded of the precarious geology. The house is laid out with three levels, the basement with a huge committed theater, exercise center, a guest bedroom, and a absolutely necessary wine room. The main floor comprises of living, eating, and kitchen spaces, as well as a family room, for game nights. The upper level consist of two bedrooms, with an attached office to each, an extra room for the man of the house, and a rooftop porch over the expert. Each floor has a bathroom. The house utilizes marble, dull rock, chrome, and the highest tech known to date, with the Assistant Apollo as the main control and security system, while the Assistant Artemis is second-in-command, assigned to the only child of the household.

Welcome to the Darling residence. The home of American entrepreneur, inventor, industrial designer, and one of the CEOs of ASMR, Jude Darling, and American football tight end for the Seattle Seahawks of the NFL, Erick “Ender” Darling. Both winning honors and awards in their profession and both known faces in their desired pursuits. Technology and Sports.

Joy Darling sat on the right side of her father, who was at the head, and across from her was her mother, who was sitting on the left side of the only man of the house, aside from Rocket who was laying on his back by the fireplace in the living room. They sat on one side of the table, in close proximity with one another, leaving the other end bare. Most nights, dinner started with Joy and her father, then her mom would come home five to ten minutes later, rushing in to join the family. Being together at dinner was valued in this house. Both Ender and Joy took their time, knowing very well the matriarch of their humble abode was a busy woman. Today, her mother arrived home earlier than usual and actually was the one that prepared dinner for once. Homemade pizza. Grandma Nana’s recipe. The crust was the most mouthwatering piece of crust anyone’s ever tasted. Sure, there was Captain Cuddle’s pizza too, which was good, but nothing beats Grandma Nana’s pizza. At least in Joy's book.

Joy’s fingers played with the placement of her utensils, even if this meal didn’t require utensils, all the while Apollo played a smooth song on low volume throughout the household. Her mother raised an eyebrow at her daughter’s actions. Why hasn’t she touched her food yet? Joy not being the first to eat? Something was wrong. After giving a quick side glance to her husband, to see if he too acknowledged the way their daughter was acting, Jude cleared her throat and inquired, “Anything new and exciting happening at school?”

Glancing up from her plate, Joy met her mother’s curious gaze and shrugged, “The Helmsleys are back. That’s about it. Kids wouldn’t shut up about those three.”

Ender looked up from his food, and over at his daughter. “I didn’t know they even went anywhere.” He said, furrowing his brow. Usually he stayed up to date on the Helmsleys; they were more or less family, but apparently he’d let them slip through the cracks. Shaking his head, he stared at Joy for a few seconds, before he leaned forward, “hey, are you okay, honey?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Ender was blunt and to the point, same as always.

Looking up at her father with her big eyes, Joy considered what she should tell him. She didn’t like hiding things from them, but right now, she felt like it was necessary. It was too soon to introduce Damian, out of all people, as her boyfriend. That could lead to restrictions and god, who knows what else! It was only today she realized he even was her boyfriend. On top of that, she didn’t know how she would ask them about going to the Helmsleys' boat party, on a Tuesday night.

Her life was becoming one big fat lie.

Is this what it feels like... being a teen and actually trying to explore things beyond school? Up until now, her life was kind of clockwork, full of pattern and routine. A life solely focused on her doing her own thing. Now, here she was, with a boyfriend, having done borderline sexual stuff with him and was probably going to do more tonight if she got the greenlight to go. For once, Joy didn’t have a solution. As a child, things were simple. All she wanted was to fly around space, visiting planets and meeting extraterrestrials. Now she wanted to spend an unreasonable amount of time with a singular entity, who was inhumanly handsome. Her mind briefly shifted to the memory of her staring at the ex-jock during gym class, before she realized there was a long pause of her not responding to her father. “Oh, sorry, I’ve just been thinking a lot about the science fair.” False. Although she should be thinking about her project, the only science that’s been on her mind was sexology… with Damian.

What was she getting herself into?

Her attention was ripped from her father to her phone vibrating in her pocket. She gave her dad, and then her mom, who was watching in silence, with a concerned, yet contemplative look on her face, a reassuring smile. “I’m okay. I promise.” Truth. Even if she didn’t know what she was doing nowadays, she wasn't depressed or sad. Actually, she was more excited about her high school days than she’s ever been. High school was becoming kind of fun for her and it was all because of one person. With that, she pulled out her phone only a smidge to check her text.

From Damian

I lied. I’ll be there in like four or five minutes. I forgot how close you lived LOL


Ender shrugged his shoulders. To be honest, he trusted Joy. If she said she was okay, then she was certainly okay. She knew herself better than he did; and he wasn’t about to argue or duel her over that. “Okay, Joy.”

In contrast to her husband's apathetic demeanor, Jude pouted, “You still need to eat. I don’t want you to go hungry.” Mama actually cooking a family meal was rare and she made pizza just for Joy! Only to find out the end of the world was near and her Joy was not hungry. When wasn’t she hungry?! Was there something she needed to know? Why couldn't Joy openly tell her things? All Jude desired was for her child to come to her and tell her personal things. Little things. Love things. Anything! Joy, unfortunately, wasn't comfortable with that. Yet.

“Okay, okay. I’ll eat.” Joy absentmindedly responded back as she texted Damian.

To Damian

What?! I haven’t even asked yet! I don’t know what to say. Should I just be honest? SOS.


From Damian

Don’t even trip, I got u. Maybe go upstairs and get a backpack and stuff ur outfit for the night in it.


Shoving her phone back in her pocket, grumbling to herself, she looked up at her parents again, then down at her pizza. In a matter of seconds, she gobbled down the slice, stuffing her face in the most unlady-like way before grabbing a napkin and wiping her fingers and lips clean. After swallowing the last bit of her food, she hastily dismissed herself, “I got to… use the bathroom.” She stood up, avoiding eye contact with her father, and without further adieu, ran off.

“Wait, just one slice? You didn’t even drink your juice.” Jude furrowed her eyebrows. What was going on with her daughter? This was not like her at all. Well, the shoving her face with food was kind of like her but not the running off so urgently with the excuse 'i have to go pee'. Unable to complain anymore, Jude bit into her slice, tired from her long day at work and worried with the changes that have been happening recently with Joy. Her eyes trailed to the archway and widened a little when her daughter came running back in.

“You’re right. I’m taking my juice with me.” With her glass in hand, Joy once more prepared herself to dart out the room again but then...

Ender looked down at his phone, vibrating with a phone call. Normally, he wouldn’t answer phone calls at the table, but this was a special case! He tapped the green button and put the phone to his ear, “hey, Damian. What’s up?”

Errr… Joy needed to pack but she was curious how this phone call would go. However, she couldn’t be suspicious and show intrigue. With her mother’s attention now on the phone call, Joy turned on her heel and exited the room. Instead of going upstairs and packing for her night adventure, like Damian had asked her to do, she stood hidden, by the wall, near the entrance to the dining room. Eavesdropping. Hoping this would end well. Bringing her glass to her lips, she waited patiently to hear her father’s responses to her secret boyfriend. She sipped her delicious juice quietly.

“Here, let me put you on speaker so Jude can talk too.” Ender took the phone off of his ear and put it on the table, pressing the button. Once he did that, Damian’s voice came over the line, as happy as ever.

“Hey, Auntie! I’m actually outside, like right now?”

“You are? Then why don’t you come inside?” Ender said, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at his wife. Like always, though, Damian had a response prepared.

“I’m on the clock! Sorry, I’d love to drop in. I’m here to pick up Joy! She and I have an astronomy project we’re working on together — the teacher paired us up at random, isn’t that crazy? Anyway, we’re supposed to go to the observatory tonight. I figured it’d be okay; but don’t blame her if it slipped her mind. She has all kinds of ideas for this thing, I’m planning on just riding her coattails, haha. After the trip, she’ll probably crash at my mom and dad’s. I’m staying at the Wells’s right now, because I’m kinda in trouble…”

“Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure it’ll all blow over soon. The only grudges your mother can hold for a very long time is anything in regards to someone interfering with your dad. You know, girls that dared to try and steal him away from her.” Melody was indeed a jealous woman and when trespassers tried to touch what was her's, a vicious beast unleashed.

Jude felt much better after hearing Damian explain in more detail of what was going on with Joy. If there was one thing her Joy hated, it was spontaneous projects that conflicted with what she wanted to do. From the stress of the science fair and this sudden astronomy project, of course, her baby has a lot on her mind. Don't even get her started with the gossip that has most definitely been going through the halls today with the Helmsley children back in town. Joy was never fond of BHHS' school politics and the showmanship of the popular kids. If only Joy ranted to her, Jude sighed. Mama could ease her stress.

Having responded to her god son, Jude called out to Apollo, “Apollo, can you tell my daughter that Damian’s here to pick her up?”

“She’s not very far away…” Came the reply from Apollo, but he quickly followed up with, “Very well. Joy, if you would please step back into the dining room, your mother would like to inform you that Damian is here to pick you up.”

“Just a minute!” Joy called out from the living room, causing Rocket to wake up from his slumber and roll on the rug, wanting belly rubs. In hushed tones, she talked to her phone, denying her pup from love and attention, “Artemis, mirror mode.” Joy was internally freaking out. Why was he here so fast?! So soon! She didn’t even get a change of clothes. While her dog was giving her the puppy dog stare from behind and whining.

“I don’t think mirror mode is necessary. You look fine, Joy.” Artemis’ tone had a hint of sass. “You shouldn’t keep them waiting.” Rocket howled. LOOOOOK AT MEEEEE, JOYYYY.

… her phone declined her. “I’m supposed to be your master! I feel like I need to fix my bangs. Come on, Artemis. I don’t have all day.”

There was a sudden camera snap. “I sent a picture of your face to Damian to be the judge of that. I also informed him you do not have a change of clothes.” Joy’s face visibly displayed ‘what the fuck’. Rocket growled at the phone.

“Alright, well, thank you guys! I’ll stop by sometime soon, I promise.” With the short farewell, Damian hung up and then looked at the text message he’d received from Joy.

From Damian

You look cute/10
and u dont really need a change of clothes, you can just sleep in mine or something. we’ll figure it out, come on let’s roll.


“Joy?” Jude called out.

Joy was glaring at the camera lense, as if it were Artemis’ eye. “I hate you.”

“You’ll thank me later. Now drink your juice and go.” Artemis teased before going completely quiet.

Hissing at her phone, Joy shoved it in her jean pocket and marched into the dining room AGAIN. Holding her finger up, letting her parents know to hold up a sec, she chugged down her juice and lightly slammed it on the table. “I must flee.” She made her round of giving both her parents’ kisses.

Stupid Artemis, not doing as she says.

Leaving to reunite with her boyfriend, Joy could hear her mother's voice from behind her resounding throughout the room, “Good luck, my angel! Call us if you need anything. And try not to stay up all night working on the project. I’m sure you two will get an A!”

Please make sure he gets an A. Damian’s a good looking kid, and he’s funny, but… he ain’t all that smart. Carry him like JJ carried me.” Ender said, as he gave Joy a wave as she headed toward the door. Once the door was shut, and Joy was off in the wild to work on a project, Ender looked at Jude, “I’m gonna call Connor, and make sure it’s alright that she crashes there. I’m sure it is, but a fair warning is never a bad thing.”

Jude nodded in full agreement. It’s been awhile since Joy went over the O’Connors' place. Melody would be ecstatic. “Isn’t this exciting though? Joy is spending time with Damian again. I seriously thought those two had a huge fall out.”

The car door opened and Joy hopped into the passenger seat. Rocket was by the big glass window staring down at them while barking. His master was leaving! When would she be back?! ALONE FOREVER. Closing the door behind her, she playfully glared at her boyfriend, “You did not give me enough time, at all.” Leaning in, she gave him a feathery light kiss and adoringly cooed, “However, I forgive you. Let’s get out of here.”

“Told you I’d handle it.” Damian said with a sly smile and a wink, before he shifted the car into gear, and pulled off onto the road and toward the party, “One stop left, though.” He had to pick up Riley and the littlest of their friend group: JD.

Meanwhile…

The O’Connor Residence


“Yeah, no. That’s totally fine. Yep! I’ll see you on Thursday. No worries, buddy.” Bryant O’Connor (Connor, to most people), Damian’s father, pulled the phone from his ear and looked over at his wife, who was sitting at his dinner table with him — both children were missing — Connor turned his attention back to the phone, which still had Ender’s contact on it. “That son of a bitch.”

“What else has he done? This family is falling apart.” If it weren’t for the food in front of her, Melody would’ve probably face planted in the outmost dramatic way. “Who was that?” Melody grabbed her fork and fiddled with it, as she waited for her husband to reply. These past couple of days were the absolute worst and gave her anxiety! She felt like she could break out with awful zits any day now.

Connor looked up at the ceiling and then back to Melody, before he shrugged his shoulders. “Uh, that was Ender. Damian stopped by their place. He let Jude and Ender know that he and Joy have an astronomy project together, and that Joy is probably going to be spending the night here after they get a headstart on the project at the observatory tonight.” Damian and his parents had once had a talk. In an effort to both establish a strong relationship and trust with their child, while still letting him be a kid and have freedom, they had set up a way for him to get away with certain things while not lying to them about what he was up. The ‘astronomy project’ play was one of those things. Simply put, Damian told the parents of whatever girl he was taking somewhere to party and have sex with that they had an astronomy project together. The deal was, Connor and Melody would back him up on it, no matter what.

And now Ender had called with the same story they’d heard a hundred times before.

Sparks coursed through Melody’s brain, trying to connect the dots but only ending up causing a short circuit. Her eyes popped and her mouth dropped. If she were a cartoon, her jaw would probably touch the table. She was shook.

Frozen and completely petrified, Melody didn’t know what to think! The party was one thing, but never in a million years did she think her son would go after her god daughter. FOR SEX. Her brain could not formulate thoughts or words. She couldn’t even move and for some reason, oxygen was not going in and out of her nostrils.

Letting out a loud gasp, Damian’s mother came to realize she had stopped breathing, having been caught unaware and unprepared. Catching her breath, she finally stood up and reacted in total Mel fashion, “He’s going to fuck Joy?!”




Trixie & Marshall
In the morning, during school hours at Sunset Castle
Collab with @Silent Observer


If Marshall wasn’t the gayest boy to ever exist in the teen drama that was set at their school — eye candy, with the right air to him that has earned him a standing ovation on numerous occasions — and if Trixie wasn’t still fixated on her seasoned warrior ex, the lion she knew who had more courage than any person combined, who was breathlessly sexy and made her reevaluate her life in a way no one else could, this would’ve been a perfect wet dream. For boys and girls alike. But, he is very gay and she is very hung up on her ex, so their nakedness was a non-issue, for them.

Both Trixie and Marshall had been given a massage by the twins and now they were in a large, spacious room with a variety of pool options, including a hydrotherapy one. The lioness was given a splendid massage from Luna, so she didn’t think it was necessary for hydrotherapy… but aromatherapy, on the other hand. The pool that drew Trixie near was the flower bath, which emitted the warmth and atmospheric mood of a hot spring, but also was surrounded by romantic candles. They were the only ones on the co-ed floor (which was the third floor), since the second floor split into two, for distinct genders. The bottom floor was for the salon, but it also led to the backyard, which had outdoor spa anementies for their guests as well.

Usually in the co-ed area, it was required to wear a bathing suit, but Julie said she’d close it off for them for a couple of hours, making a simple excuse that there was an accident and the janitors were getting it cleaned up. Julie wanted her niece to have her mind at peace for once, and she knew that the crowd didn’t help her sister’s mini-me with that. Peace of mind also included unlimited, complimentary alcoholic beverages. Both high schoolers could get behind that, even if they were underage. It wasn’t like they didn’t have ‘adult supervision’.

In Trixie’s hand, as she sauntered her way to the pool adorned with an immense amount of petals, was a delicious pina colada. One of her preferred day drinks. She wore a beige, silk bathrobe that complimented her latin curves, but not for too long. It was only necessary while they walked out in the halls. Now, they were alone together, in a room that had pools, saunas, and a view of the gardens out in the back.

After placing her glass down on the edge of the pool, she smoothly undid her robe and let it drop to the ground, exposing her nude back. Her entire body out for display but only for her gay friend, Marshall, who was trailing behind her in much better spirits. Oddly seductive, she turned her head, looking over her shoulder, and smiled, “Just what the doctor prescribed, don’t you think?” And with that, she dipped her toe in the pool to feel the heat, before stepping down into the pool and taking her seat. Being inside the pool gave her a better look at the colors that overlapped with vibrancy. Her fingers gently touched the perfumed scales, as she waited for her friend to join her.

Marshall followed behind Trixie at a leisurely pace, he wasn’t in any rush. Why would he be? This place was better than heaven itself, not that he fancied himself much of a religious person. If church involved more naked spa time… then maybe he would be, but it didn’t. The spa also had much more to offer than skunky church wine — Marshall instead sipped at a decadent peach bellini. When his pixie-girl turned to address him, he agreed wholeheartedly.

“Ugh, abso-fucking-lutely. I vote we just… never leave.” Marshall said as he followed her lead in stripping himself of the silky beige robe. Unlike most boys in their grade would have done, his gaze didn’t linger on her nude form in the slightest. He instead swished a foot in the water and let the healing warmth greet him. Humming with sheer delight, he stepped all the way into the pool. The heated water wrapped around his body like the best of hugs and Marshall nestled himself into the rounded seat-like indent in the pool. He had become the epitome of cozy. Breathing in the floral aroma, Marsh smile blissfully. “It’s magical, Pix.”

“To think, I’m just a house away and I haven’t used the spa nearly as much as I should.” Previous times she was here, she was helping her aunt out downstairs. The downside of popularity, at least for her, was making time to relax and cater to herself. The years were kind of a blur since she told her mom that she wanted to go to school in LA, now that she thought about it. From her lustful addiction for her ex, to her obligation to her cousins and the school, when was the last time she truly, deeply treated herself? Well, there was the Hummingbird Creations, but that was only a temporary escape every so often from the chaos, where she could read and write. This felt like the first time, in a long time, that she had set aside time to make her body, mind, and soul happy. At peace. “And you know eventually we’ll have to leave. But that isn’t right now and I’m sure as hell not thinking about leaving anytime soon.” She reached for her glass and took the pineapple garnish off of it, to nibble on delectable, tart fruit. She was already pretty tipsy, but not drunk enough to where she’d make bad decisions like spamming her ex’s phone.

“I suppose we will have to show our faces at the Helmsley soirée eventually.” Marshall pondered the idea of going to the party. We wasn’t quite in his cups enough to be able to enjoy that, given the morning he’d had. Especially not if Jamie was going to be there. Or AJ. Worse yet, if both of them would be there… together. In an attempt to blink away that mental image, Marshall gulped down more of his drink. Eager to distract his mind, he would instead ask about the topic of their silent truce this morning, now that is was just the two of them. “So… Owen’s locker this morning? You wanna talk about it, or nah?”

Trixie put the pineapple skin on the marble ledge and allowed herself to chew before she responded. She knew it was going to be brought up sooner or later. Yet, she didn’t mind talking. She didn’t get to talk often about her inner turmoil and so far, it’s been with either people she wasn’t necessarily close with like Elodie and Isaac, or with her cousins, Lu and Stel. Even then she filtered her words.

She wished she could bring down all her defenses and tell someone everything that was going on. It was hard, though. Finding someone to completely trust when one thing you say could immediately be turned against you. She’d talk… she didn’t know how honest she’d be, but she would talk and make an earnest attempt to tell him what was going on in her. “I was returning a favor.” He left her things in her locker and she did the same thing for him. Left her things in his locker. It made sense at the time, since she knew that wasn’t how he wanted things to end. If she left his things, rather than her own, that would mean they both were finally done with each other… she didn’t know if she could accept that reality. “He left something for me, and so I too, did the same thing.” This was a start. She wasn’t lying, but she was being extremely vague.

Marshall nibbled on the slice of booze-infused peach from the rim of his glass. The alcohol mixed with the temperature of the beverage gave the fruit and interesting duality of cool burn as he swallowed it down. “Oh?” He responded with a quirked brow, clearly curious. Were they starting to patch things up between them? Why else would they be leaving each other things? “Like… gifts? That sounds like a good thing. But, your face wasn’t really reading ‘good thing’ earlier…”

“Maybe more of a… gamble.” Trixie could feel her stomach turn with the thought of what her message could lead to. “To patch things up, of course!” She brought her drink to her lips and took a long gulp of the cold drink, before blurting out in tipsy emotion, “The last time we had a moment, which wasn’t even a moment, was when he was going to kill you. How the hell do I extend an olive branch when I can’t even look at him without wanting to cry?”

Ever the intent listener, Marshall nodded along with her words. A gamble? Gambles of the heart were risky, especially with someone as volatile as Owen. Marshall couldn’t blame her though, the heart wants what it wants. He could only hope to support his friend. Marsh smiled faintly when she mentioned patching things up. Wouldn’t that be nice? If only they could all just erase these past few months from existing, and go back to the way things were. And then, of course, she brought up the attempted murder. Marshall cringed. What was worse, was the look on her face when she admitted the emotional effect looking at Owen brought upon her.

She looked like she wanted to cry then, and Marshall wouldn’t have that. He was usually a hugger in this type of a situation, but a naked pool hug was a bit too awkward, even for someone as bold as himself. He settled for the next best thing, and scooted a few spots over so that he was right next to Trixie, and then he leaned his head on her shoulder comfortingly. “I miss him too. I guess I kind of had a bit of a moment with him this morning myself. He scared the shit out of me, and I broke my best mug… but, he gave me tea. My favorite kind, too.”

If there was one thing Owen was capable of doing, it was scaring people due to his building anger, but she knew deep down, he’d regret the moment he ever laid a finger on Marshall. Marshall was his best friend. It would be hard for him to erase the history they’ve created together. Owen’s willpower might be weak, but it was only because he felt alone and cornered in. Corner a dog, the dog may bite. Especially if the dog got angry like Owen does. “He’s pretty good at remembering the things we love, isn’t he?” Her eyes softened with the thought of his gestures. The note. His desire to get in contact with her, and not knowing how to approach it.

After placing her glass down, she turned her body toward her friend, her face shifting with sudden seriousness, “I’m going to see him. I haven’t really picked out a night, but I want to see him. I need to see him. I just… there’s so many things going on in my head right now, you’d think it would be easy to grab the courage to talk to him, right? But that’s like also the most daunting thing ever. I want to know things, I don’t want to know things. I’m scared, I’m not scared. I couldn’t give him a call last night because I really wanted to call him, but I convinced myself not to, so the only way for me to really take this on is if I just go and do it. Give myself no other choice but to hear his truth.” At this point, Trixie felt like a blubbering mess and she hoped to god this didn’t get to either Ophelia or Hailey’s ears. But no more. No more playing this stupid game of pretend. She didn’t want to pretend anymore. She missed him so fucking much.

Marsh lifted his head up when Trixie shifted to turn towards him. They were much closer now, and he was able to see the effects of their alcohol consumption in her eyes. That didn’t matter. Drunk words were sober thoughts, so they say. Marsh nodded and offered a soft, reassuring smile. “I think that’s a good idea, Pix. It’s totally understandable to be scared, sharing a heart for as many years as you two did, only to have it broken… that’s bound to leave a few scars. But they’re scars now, not fresh wounds. Truth will be good for you guys, I think — and I’m pretty sure I know you both well enough — but, I think that you both need to talk about it. Not talking is only hurting you more. You know?” Marshall chewed on his lower lip. Now he was babbling, and he felt like he might have said too much. “Sorry if I’m like, overstepping, or anything. I just really love you. Both of you.”

“No, no, you’re fine, Marshall.” Trixie brought one of her hands out the water to wipe a trailing tear from under her eyes. “I need to hear that. I haven’t heard such genuine words from a friend, in a while…” And the thing was, Ophelia and Hailey were family, yet they were so caught up in her being angry and hating Owen. How can you hate someone you loved for years? How can you convince yourself it’s all over when it feels like the chapter is still being written? “I think my heart just needed to be ready. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, given our position… at the school.”

Which reminds her!

“How ‘bout you?” Her sudden transition was complimented by her hand splashing in the water. “Why were you, as Stel’s puts it: a sad potato?” He didn’t have to answer her if he didn’t want to, but she wasn’t going to say he had the option like he did for her. She wanted to know what was going on in Marshall’s world, and to see if she could help.

Oh, jesus. In his tipsy state, he didn’t remember that the other half of their silent truce involved, well, himself. As quick as ripping off a band-aid, Marsh blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Your assistant editor sucks... and not at all in the way that I would like him to.” That was it, he didn’t even mention Jamie by name. Marshall was just going to leave it at that, and sink beneath the water until it hopefully swallowed him up whole. But… Trixie was just completely raw and honest with him, she at least deserved the same level of transparency. Marsh sighed and took a few long swigs of his drink for courage.

“Okay, no, there’s a bit more than that. Uhh—” He looked up to the ceiling, as if it would offer him guidance. “Well, I’ve kind of been head over heels for Jamie since he interviewed me after the play last semester. For the paper. I mean, it was probably before then too, but we were both single then, and his hair does this thing now and — it was just then that I really realized it, you know? But he’s got the world’s worst ex, which is intimidating, and he’s close to you, so I wouldn’t want things to get messy and… and everything’s just been a big miscommunication since that interview. And I thought he was into me too, but, he’s not. I found that out this morning, so… sad potato.” Marsh finished with another sigh and actually did begin to lower himself to chin-level in the water now. His fingers absently toyed with a rose petal as a distraction.

The tipsy Trixie raised an eyebrow at this new intel that she obtained and, without hesitation, she went from emotional teenager to inquisitive journalist real quick, inquiring more to understand the story, “How do you know? That he isn’t into you. Did he blatantly draw a line and say Marshall, there’s no chance in hell we’ll be together?” Her body slowly sunk down into the therapeutic water, but her head still poked out. “What happened this morning to make you give up? Does he even know you have feelings for him?” Her face felt warm. This tub was nice and smelled really good. While her body was is heaven, her mind was curious. She shot questions at her friend from left to right, like there was no tomorrow.

Marshall eyes closed tight at her inquiries. He thought that maybe if he closed his eyes, it would all go away. Unfortunately, his eyelids couldn’t keep out the mental picture of the scene that would forever be seared into mind’s eye. Marsh made a disgruntled, pouty noise before speaking. “He didn’t need to say anything. Tongue wrestling with AJ right in front of me drew a pretty damn solid line. And… no, he didn’t know yet. I was going to tell him... maybe. I was at least going to imply it. But, wow, am I glad I didn’t now. It was mortifying enough to find out that he was secretly back with his ex, let alone having to find out right after admitting feelings. Woof...” More alcohol, he needed more alcohol for this.

Trixie felt the need to make things light hearted, though she didn’t know if it was appropriate… that didn’t stop the words from escaping her lips. She popped up and gave a cheesy grin, “I mean, if Owen came out of nowhere and stuck his tongue in me… woo! I don’t know if I could refuse.” She brushed her hand in front of her, as if accepting that her mind had momentarily went into the gutter, but then she went back to being the friend that Marshall needed. Just a friend that felt really good from the alcohol. “AJ Tyler, right? The guy that was doing the same thing with some random yesterday under the bleachers? Well, you wouldn’t know that, because I saw it… you should seriously talk to Jamie. He’s a goddamn pain in my ass, but when he decides on something, he doesn’t turn back. He broke up with AJ for a reason. I don’t think he’d take that back unless AJ really fucking redeemed himself, which would probably take way more than a couple of months.” Nodding at her words, sounding eloquent and proud that she sounded that good, she reached for her glass to drink more.

Talk to him?” Marshall’s eyes went wide, as if that was the craziest advice he’d ever heard. You know, the same advice that he’d just given her regarding Owen. Totally crazy. The brown-haired boy peeped up from the water long enough to finish off his drink. “I think I’d need to be high first. Or really drunk. Probably both.”

“Hey, meeeeee too! That’s why tonight would be perfect, don’t you think? We’ll go to the party, have a good time, making Jamie want you so bad that he’d be begging for a moment with you. Then wallah! You have your chance, to tell him to stop sucking in the way you don’t want!” It was a bulletproof plan. At least in her happy mind. “We’re gonna grab our boys—” Oops. No, Owen wasn’t her’s. “—the boys and tell them how we really feel. How’s that sound?”

Marshall looked back at his friend with a raised brow and the faintest of smirks. Was this a game? No… it was a gamble. A gamble with their hearts, the dangerous kind, but the potential payout was so much more valuable than gold. “Deal. I’ll talk if you do.”

“You got it, handsome.” She winked at Marshall, then brought her glass towards him, “Cheers! We’ve got ourselves a date.” Risky business, chasing the whim of love, lust, and all things in between, but that’s what made this worth their while. They were chasing what the heart wants. What their hearts wanted in this case, was in the form of two, very different boys, where their chances were getting dim, the more they prolonged communicating with them.

Despite the somber tones of their previous conversation, Marshall laughed at that. It was hard not to feel carefree here in paradise with good alcohol and an even better friend. “But first, I need another drink. More tropical fruity goodness. Oooh, and facials! We gotta arrive looking fresh as fuck, am I right?”

“Trust me, we’re booked for the rest of the day until that party. But you know, I don’t mind getting kind of dirty tonight.” They’d be fresh for only a second, and then it’s straight to the dance floor where they’ll get sweat dripping down their bodies and their inner freaks would come out to play. If you don’t let loose, you aren’t partying right. “As for more drinks, we should go back to the bar then go to our next stop.”

“Dirty, hmm? I like the sound of that.” Marshall mused with a devilish grin. He couldn’t let one bad morning ruin him, he was the star of the show, and the show must go on. “Those boys can eat their hearts out wishing they were on the dance floor. I wonder if Josie will be there… we could have a dance off!” Marsh beamed at the thought. “Yesyes, a trip to the bar and then our next stop!” He paused in thought for a moment. “... what is our next stop?” Did it involve pants? He was quite enjoying not wearing pants, so he hoped not. The robes were okay, though.

Hm. They could go to the saunas, or they could get something out of the way that absolutely needed to get done. “While we’re feeling this good, lets get waxed! And then, yes, we can get facials to recover from the pain.” That seemed like a reasonable course to go on. There were endless options, but waxing was probably the worst option… beauty, however, was pain.

He hadn’t even considered the prospect of manscaping on this spa day. That might be a good idea if he was hoping to land his man tonight. That being said… that shit hurt like a bitch. “Oh man, this hot water has probably got our pores all open… it’s gonna be so owie,” he pouted. “But okay. Now or never, right?” Marshall sat up straight in preparation to get out of the pool.

Joining him in standing up, she pleasantly nodded, “But first, the bar. Then now or never.” Today was going to be a good day. All in preparation for tonight and, most importantly, a day that they both needed.

A treat yourself day.






Starring Riley Wells & Brynn Payne, with ft. guest Brian Helmsley
Collab with @melissahart & @Universorum






Another day, another change to Riley Wells’ morning show. Rise! Something that didn’t even exist before Riley came into the picture. Three years ago. You know what they use to showcase in the morning? The Vice Principal’s extremely caked face while she boringly read a script of exciting school events and news. Mrs. White tried to be hip with her jokes and stay relevant by bringing up celebrity news she read out of the Gemma Clark mags — the Weekend Warrior of the world. She tried, but none of the kids really cared what was on the homeroom screen unless the celebrities involved people they actually knew. Now at least kids take the time to watch the screen, regardless of how informative an episode actually is.

Riley wasn’t going to let other people make him feel like his work was for not, but he would be professional. He would be open to ideas. He would be open to change. Daily special guests wasn’t a bad idea. If anything, The (Normans’) Morning Show: Rise could only move forward from here on out. But first, he would break the ice in the way his dad, Remy, would do. Food. He was holding Brynn’s freshly brewed coffee, with no add ins, and a box of donuts. Beside him, walked one of the big faces at this school, Brian Helmsley. After texting both Brynn and Brian separately early this morning, he discovered Brynn likes black and bitter coffee, and Brian likes pricey mineral water. Luckily, his dad Wells also liked water of the same calibur.

They were almost at their destination. The basement of the auditorium. The place Riley hosts TV & Broadcasting club meetings. Today’s episode, Riley made a firm decision to keep it here. Yesterday’s episode was a bit… much. Stationary and classy was his goal for today’s show. A good break from the drama that transpired with Mrs. Green and Mrs. O’Connor appearing out of the blue. “... if you don’t mind me asking, Brian, what brought you back?” Riley had an idea, but he didn’t want to assume. Assumptions got him in messes, even though he wasn’t the one assuming in a particular closet incident.

Brian looked over at Riley and shook his head. He did mind Riley asking, but he figured he could at least give a half truth. It was okay, if he didn’t give away his intentions, ideas, feelings, and everything in one go. That was what half truths were for. He took a sip from his water, and responded. “Drama came up. I don’t like drama, really? Especially when it involves people that I care about. So, I wanted to be here to support my friends.” He explained. Pausing at the entryway, Brian turned to face Riley fully, “I really appreciate you letting me be a guest on your show. I’ll do a quick opening at the beginning of the show, then I can back out of your hair. I don’t want to overstep my bounds.”

“Oh no, don’t worry. I was in a mood, yesterday. I’m better. I think you coming back with your sisters is the most noteworthy thing that’s happened since the last show. And usually my best segments cover stuff like that. We can talk more later, but I’d like you to stay through the entirety of this segment. If you just jumped out, I think we’d lose their attention.” Shrugging to himself, Riley gestured with his head for the Helmsley boy to open the door, please. His hands were full.

With that, Brian put his hand on the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open to reveal… Brynn, crying on a couch? Brian had no interest in dealing with this. He pushed Riley forward slightly, flicking his head toward the sobbing girl; his way of saying: Handle this.

Oh. Okay. Emotional, probably hormonal girl. Yeah, Riley could handle this. If he could stop Marshall from crying, he could definitely stop his co-host he just recently had close interactions with stop too. Clearing his throat, to announce the arrival of him and Brian, Riley cautiously approached the girl, with an offering of coffee and donuts, “...you good?”

The brunette had been wallowing in her own self pity for the past 10 minutes, upset and emotionally exhausted. She didn’t hear anyone coming, but Brynn’s face went absolutely stark white when the door opened and revealed her co-host and... Brian Helmsley? Wiping away her tears as fast as she could, she stood up, brushing herself off both physically and mentally. “Who’s crying, no ones crying, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Brynn rationalized, trying to distract from her tear stains. She saw the coffee in Riley’s hand and reached out to take it from him. “Thanks.”

After making sure Brian was out of earshot, which honestly seemed like his goal while Riley dealt with this, Riley gave her the black coffee and a genuine smile, that contrasted how he was yesterday, as he whispered, “Want to talk about it later? You don’t have to, but the offer is on the table. Sometimes it’s nice to let it all out and if you need a ‘me’ day, that’s fine too. Brian is actually going to take over half of the show to make an announcement.” Coming from someone who was piss poor at talking about things with his family, hey, maybe Brynn needed a third party that wasn’t directly involved in her life. It was that or the option of therapy!

Brynn was a little taken back by the difference in Riley’s actions from yesterday’s show. She gave him an appreciative smile, “It’s nothing, but thanks.” She’d figure this out in all due time, and would probably just discuss things with Sean himself later. “What kind of announcement is he making? I saw all the flyers around school…”

Opening the donut container, Riley pulled out a chocolate frosted glazed donut and glanced over to Brian, “I imagine it’ll cover that. And more. I’m not fully sure what he’ll drop on our school. Today, I’ve decided to just go with the flow.” Lifting the container up, the aspiring TV personal offered, “Donut? It’s homemade.” There was an assortment of 10 donuts, a lot, but like, Riley wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to utilize his dad’s baking skills.

Meanwhile, Brian was looking around at the room, sipping at his water. He walked over to the painting of the school hanging on the wall and absentmindedly tapped it, before wandering to the mural of the microphone, taking what seemed to be an incredibly deep look at it while he took a drink of his water. He looked at the long line of stools, and raised an eyebrow, before he turned around fully to look at Riley and Brynn, one hand in his pocket.

“With a few basic changes, I think I could really make this place work.”

“Work for…?” Riley’s gaze went from Brynn to Brian.

“You told me you wanted me to be full time, right? Then I might have some suggestions to make.” Brian explained, taking a seat on one of the stools. “There are three of us. There were two of you. Before that, there was only one. Why do you have so many stools? The painting should be green screen, and whoever’s running the live stream should put up… something relevant to the show in its place. We can do pre-recorded interviews and put them there, or live stream them to that. Also, this is just me, but I think the mural is… a little much. It should be simpler. But first step…” Brian stood up, and kicked over eight of the stools, leaving three standing.

“Get rid of the stools. And the tables, we don’t need the tables. Actually…” Brian knocked the last three stools down as well. “Screw the whole thing. Get a desk and some comfortable chairs. Ergonomic. Brynn has a figure to keep in mind.” Brian sipped his water, and snapped his fingers. Wasn’t there help around here somewhere?

“Eh-hem.” Riley closed the donut container and walked to one of the tables that Brian wanted to be removed, stepping over a fallen stool. “This section doesn’t actually get on camera. It’s for meetings where the team brain storms next week’s episodes. By team, I mean me and usually the three people in the control room. We’re a small club. Also all this, was freshmen Riley’s brain. I mean, I could talk to Trixie… about the budget… but we’re very limited and this is our only space. The fact that I even got a show to display on every homeroom tv at a specific time is a fucking miracle. This club was only radio before I came.” Yeah, Riley was getting defensive. He was open to change but this guy was basically saying all his hard work was fucking shit. That’s not how you go about moving something, his creation, into a positive direction. Forward. His ‘suggestions’, although they were good, were more demands. That made him grumpy.

“Budget?” Brian stared at Riley as if he were incredibly injured. “Riley, I’ll bankroll it. There’s no rule against donations. And, that’s great and all. You did good, but you’re not a freshman anymore. You have the rest of this year and then next year to set the stage for whoever comes after you. Don’t leave them with outdated stuff, that’s all I’m saying. You can do better. We can do better. This space is perfect. It needs a couple of hardcams, and like I said, a few changes… but the stools and the tables have got to go, man. Look, I offered to leave. You said stay. I’ll stay, but my terms and conditions are as follows: we upgrade the place. I’m not busy after school, you and I will go see what we can find in the hardware store. I don’t think we’ll find any useful A/V equipment unless we go to like, Microcenter, but that’s okay. Mom and Dad might have some stuff lying around… I’m not trying to offend you and you shouldn’t take it that way, or get all defensive with me. I’m just saying. Why don’t we make it better? You were a small club. You might still be small, but now you’re small with me here. And I won’t be a big fish in a small pond.”

Brian sipped at the water again, and found that he was now out. Scowling at the bottle, he looked at Rye and spoke in a very serious tone: “If I have to, I will rebuild this pond with my own hands to make it as big as the Pacific ocean.”

Man, this guy was intense. Riley furrowed his brows, considering the man’s words. He was a good talker. Riley would give him that. Insistent, annoying, but Rye knew when to stop and recognize when someone was better at something than him. In this case. Brian was better at business. Riley was no businessman. The three in the backroom weren’t business people either. If anything, they goofed off more than they actually helped. If they knew how to diffuse fires, yesterday’s episode wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did. And Brynn? Riley didn’t know enough about her. What he did know was she’s a pretty face, works the camera like a goddess, absolutely flawless, and was surprisingly clever. The wit he liked the most. He would never admit that he was impressed with her performance from yesterday. At least not anytime soon.

Riley hardly knew this kid and he had so much to say. This was one hell of a ice breaker. “I guess you’re right. But I have some terms and conditions myself before I agree with upgrading. I want this, whatever this is.” He gestured to all three of them. “To feel like a team. You two are some of the most popular kids at this school. Where does that leave me? The creator of the morning show? Probably in the shadows. I don’t want the politics that run through these halls to influence how we treat each other. We are equals. I don’t care who your parents are and you shouldn’t care about mine. In these walls, we are just us. The moment I start feeling like my voice doesn’t matter, I will cut the plug. So, treat me with respect and I’ll do the same. Deal? You too, Brynn.” Riley turned his head toward her.

An oath. All three of them walked with different people in the halls. Talked to different people during lunch. They were different people, but Riley didn’t want their differences to run the show. He wanted their similarities to bring them together. To bring the school together. They were three teens that had their own goals and aspirations. Their own issues. Aside from that? Nothing else mattered.

“You’re weird.”

Brian sat the empty water bottle down and folded his arms over his chest. Had Riley lost his mind? He was wildly overthinking this whole thing. Brian had only wanted to come on, talk about the party, and move on with his life. Now it was becoming some big thing? He himself didn’t care about the politics of the school, and he didn’t even feel he was that popular. “I mean you can make the demands you want, and I’ll agree to them, but nothing’s even happened yet. Except I knocked down a couple of stools.”

Brynn was definitely shocked with Brian’s actions. Sure, he was Brian Helmsley, BHHS kissed the ground that his family walked on, but that didn’t mean he could just come in here and change every single thing that Riley had worked hard to make. Yesterday, she wouldn’t have given a glance to this ordeal, but with the kindness that Riley had shown her, plus after noticing how hard he had worked, she didn’t want to let Brian walk all over him. “You know that I’m in, Riley. We already talked about how I’m just regular Brynn in this room. Brian, I suggest you leave your shit outside if you’re gonna come in here.” The brunette turned to the two boys, taking a long sip of her coffee. This morning had already been an emotional rollercoaster, and she didn’t need this on top of it.

Brian snapped the gum in his mouth and stared at the two people in front of him. Nah, son. He stood up each of the stools back onto their feet, before he sat the empty cup onto one of the tables, and looked at Riley, holding out his hand to shake, with a smile on his face. “Thank you for your time, but I think I don’t want to do this after all. You’re welcome to use some of my ideas, however you see fit. Good luck, and I wish you all the best in your future endeavors. I thought this would go some other way. I appreciate the offer for a permanent position, and I appreciate your willingness to let me have a spot on this show.”

At this point, Riley was only one thing. Confused. Brian went out of his way to contact him to do this and now he’s bailing? Maybe he wasn’t that good of a businessman after all. Riley didn’t know what he thought. He hardly knew both of these people but there was something about these sporadic moments that actually felt like it was helping in some way. Helping him talk to people. “Okay, everyone. Chill. It’s far too last minute for you to not do at least today’s show, Brian. You went out of your way to talk to me, so what you want to do must be important. You care about something enough to do this, right? I don’t want you to give up on that.” Riley, scratching his head in thought, made his way to the other boy, “I’ll trust you, okay? I can’t speak for Brynn, but I can speak for myself. This is… a lot to digest in one sitting. If you don’t want to stay, that’s all on you. I can’t stop you, but can I still go to you as, I don’t know, a consultant? My brother likes you and you’re really good at this, so I wouldn’t mind doing something like that…” His dad always told him that sometimes it’s okay to put your stubbornness aside, your guard down, and your pride away, when opportunity knocks at your door.

Brian and Brynn were opportunity.

In many ways, the Helmsley boy was right. When Riley was gone, who would take over? When Riley was gone, what would be left behind? When Riley was gone, would the show even exist anymore? He needed to consider these things. It simply took an acquaintance to realize all this.

Riley did have his hand out but he didn’t reach for Brian’s hand yet. In all honesty, his eyes were hopeful. Riley didn’t know how much Brian knew about him, but if Trevor did talk about him to his friend, Brian would know that being ‘socially awkward’ was part of Rye’s charm.

Brian supposed that Riley had a point. He could at least do the segment he’d signed up for. “Alright. I can do the segment that I said I would. As for the consulting thing… I don’t know. I’ll think about it. If I’m going to do anything down here, I need to make a phone call.” But the truth was? Brian wasn’t sure he wanted to spend his time working on this. It seemed both people had heavy misunderstandings about him, and he wasn’t interested in getting past that. Brian was mission focused, and his mission didn’t involved Riley’s show, not really. “When do we get started, anyway?”






And so the show came and went, with Riley and Brynn displaying better chemistry than the previous day. Perhaps they could work well together, with a little more understanding of one another. They primarily focused their segment on the Sadie Hawkin’s Dance, putting great emphasis on what makes this dance different: the girl asks the boy out. Cue jokes on gender equality, sexism, young love, and staying sane during this semester by bad dancing, ‘interesting’ chaperones, and one-of-a-kind punch (not like it gets spiked or anything). But the highlight of the show was when Riley let Brian Helmsley take it away. It was an executive decision to end it with whatever Brian had to say, because Riley knew after that boy talked, no one would care about the rest. Why would they? There was a party on a boat happening and people had to be there. The hype would be real.

Brian Helmsley’s piece on The Morning Show

Brian stood front and center on the camera’s line of sight, and held eye contact with it, as if he were staring at whoever was on the other end. “Hi, I’m Brian Helmsley. I’m here on the show this morning to make something of an announcement. I’m sure all of you have seen the flyers on the walls, and yes. It’s true, we’re throwing a party on our first night back. But don’t thank me, or Bailee, or even fully Becca. Damian’s the cohost, so thank him. I know what you’re thinking: a party this soon after the catastrophe of the last one? I don’t know why he’s doing it, but he said screw it, let’s do it.” Brian shrugged his shoulders at the camera, and there was a brief pause as he let everyone digest it — Damian was a truly mad lad — before he kept talking. “I want you to know that everyone watching this is invited, and encouraged to come. If you thought Damian’s beach party was crazy, well you have my personal assurance that this is going to be even better.” Brian leaned closer to the camera, and smiled.

“I’d especially love it if everyone’s best friend, the Weekend Warrior, showed up. I hope you’re watching, because please. Come to the party.” The smile grew a little bit more, flashing perfectly straight and white teeth. “We’ll get together. Have a few laughs.” Brian winked at the camera. It was a dare. It was a challenge. It would surely be accepted.

He straightened back up, and finished off. “Boat leaves at 8:45 tonight. Don’t be late. Thank you for your time, and have a beautiful rest of your day. If you have any questions about the party, find myself, one of my sisters, or Damian and we’ll fill you in on the details. See you there.”

Brynn raised an eyebrow at Brian’s little monologue. Another party? Hosted by the Helmsley's and Damian? This was sure going to be interesting. She looked over to Riley, searching for some type of guidance on how to handle this, but then just decided to fuck it and respond on a whim. “Thank you, Brian, for coming on the show this morning.” Not wanting to get into trouble with the administration or her cohost, she followed up with a brief disclaimer for the audience. “Please remember that if you do decide to partake in tonight’s...events, make good choices and don’t have too much fun. After all, tomorrow is still a school day!” The words tasted so sour in her mouth. Since when was she the poster child for good decisions?

At this point, nothing could surprise Riley. Brian announcing a party, after yesterday’s incident, and also challenging the largest radical that walked this school, and Brynn simmering down the reality of the situation. Another party. Bigger, better, and most definitely badder. But what was administrators going to do? Take their students’ rights away to enjoy themselves outside of school hours? Potentially losing an exceptional amount of funding from the people that keep this school growing and thriving. Yeah, right. Punishments would happen after the storm. For now, it was the calm before the storm. “Look at Damian go. Keeping the Norman community together! A celebration of the new semester, which will be the best one yet. What’s our motto? ‘Today Well Lived’. So Beverly Hills High, keep living. Make memories. And don’t stop being you. Here’s to the New Year! I’m Riley Wells, this is my brilliant co-host Brynn Payne, and our star guest, Brian Helmsley. Thanks for watching.”

End of segment.



Before school hours
Rose & Jax, with special guest.



Rose sat on the stairwell where kids made out or smoke or both underneath it, where the cove was. Her pants were decorated with the solar system (that she drew) and she held a flyer showcasing a party being thrown on The Destiny, a boat. A party thrown by the Helmsley Three; people she rarely talked to. She knew of them. Everyone knew of them. The Helmsleys were some of the biggest business partners of the family that got her parents famous. The Greens.

Green was a way of life and they offered fame to all those who would kill to see their name up in the lights. Fame was ultimately what their clients made of it, and her parents were some of the more humble products of Green, but still, her parents were products of Alyssa Green and stood on the woman's Green stage. They were famous because of Green money. Yes, her parents were wonderfully talented but without Alyssa's help? The grass wouldn't be Greener on the other side. They probably wouldn't have gotten back together and Rose wouldn't have been brought into this world. Thanks to the Greens, she existed and her parents' love lived on.

Of course, she knew them. The Helmsleys were involved with the Greens. Two of the big five. Household names. Greens, Helmsleys, Lovelaces, Belleroses, & Lyons. The ones that had their fingers in everything that made up society. All connected in one way or another. A blessing? Or a curse. Rose liked to think a bit of both, watching from afar. The sidelines. Her life? She owed it to the Greens and it was weird. Life was weird.

As for the party...

Did she want to go? She wasn't sure. The New Year's bash was only days ago, she didn't know if she necessarily could handle another bash where someone kisses her. She had yet approached the culprit! Rose wanted to speak to him but they hadn't talked 'one on one' in years. There was a time where they were close. A long time ago. Then things changed and she couldn't find a way to tell him how she felt. They were too young. They were too different. They were too... naive. He was and still is a millions worlds apart. She'd rather bury the hatchet and focus on her own worth that wasn't defined by the Greens than let a heat of the moment kiss take over her thoughts.

Something that was entirely her own: Her imagination and creativity. That's what Rose thrived on. Not some kiss.

Looking down on her lap, she realized she had made a paper airplane out of the flyer. Oh dank. Should she get up and let this soar off the roof? No, she had to stay. She was told to be here. She needed to wait. What was taking this person so long...? They told her to be here at a specific time. A stranger had sent her a message, ominous and cute, all at the same time, to be here at 6:30 am — a ridiculously early time. Rose trusted the message enough to go. The person sounded young. And yet, that didn't change that Rose had places to be, people to see, like playing hooky with Quincy so that her photography project could be da-bomb-dot-com.

Hearing someone walking on the steps, Rose stood up and turned on her heel, only to see Jax Dalton. Someone as equally as creative as her and actually hung out with her and her friends. Weird.

What was he doing here? She confusingly blinked at her comrade. She had his number saved on her phone. Why did he... text her with an unknown number?

"Oh, Rose, it's just you. What's up? Did you get a new phone?" Jax scratched his head, seemingly as confused as her. She watched him carefully take out his phone as he went to save the number in her name.

"That's not my number, Dalton...." What was going on? Rose dropped the paper plane on the floor and took her phone out to reread the message from yesterday.

Ana, dolly, I need to talk about something very important with you tomorrow! Really really really important. Meet me at the school @ 6:30, kay? The stairs. You know the ones. There will be no regrets I promise! Stay cute.
Unknown Number

"I received a similar text." Rather than showcase his phone, Jax pocketed it and picked up Rose's paper airplane. "Weird, right?" All Rose could do was nod. The stranger had used a nickname hardly anyone uses on her, since it was what everyone called her grandmother. The only other person that's called her Ana... well, she had to schedule a chat with him, later. This didn't make sense at all. Who would call both her and Jax and for what?

And then the devil appeared out of the shadows of the cove, causing Rose to rub her eyes, as she saw a really tiny person smile mischievously up at the two and approach her and Jax's back (since Jax was facing Rose). She wore a beret and some of the most fashion forward clothes that existed today.

"...Mina?" Well, shit. Another big five was back in town. The princess of fashion. Daughter of Maxwell Bellerose Jr, the son of a multi-billionaire high fashion designer, who followed his father's footsteps, and took over VBR, the largest french multinational luxury goods and High Fashion brand. She was also the daughter of Bianca Esposito-Bellerose, a famous painter and opera singer that Rose secretly admired (but what the majority of the world didn't know, including Rose, was the Espotios were one of the big Italia mafia familias in America). Mina Bellerose. A triple threat, who could act, who could sing, who could dance, and who has been gone because of her filming schedule with her man, Christopher Everett, who matched her in skill and who both were obsessively in love with one another.

They were the teen celebrity couple that were making the tabloids for the past year. They were the It Couple that everyone was talking about. They acted together. They sang together. They did everything together. They were what media sensationalized. A perfect young love.

Jax turned around only to take a step back, seeing a girl that stood at 4'9" looking up at him with a hungry gaze. "Uh, hi?" He wasn't as involved in knowing famous people as Rose was.

"Hi Jax, Rose." She hopped up as high as she could to snatch the paper airplane, before skipping up the steps so that she could match in height with her colleagues. "I know you know me, Ana—"

"Ana?" Jax looked from Rose then to the tiny girl he knew nothing about. Rose simply shrugged in response.

"—but you don't, Jax. I am Mina. Mina Bellerose. Know me now? Doesn't matter. I called you here, today, to meet me at this specific time because I'm not ready to tell people I'm here! I have to go back home and snuggle with my Teddy Bear. This is crucial to my life. Do you know how much I do? So much!" Mina was definitely a vibrant character, but all Jax could see was a little girl. Man, she was super tiny. How could anyone take her serious? She stopped and creepily tilted her head at the blonde boy, "Do I have something on my face?"

"No, you're good. Continue. Why are we here?" Jax crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. It was early. She was lucky he even came here, when she was the weird one and not specifying her identity. But, he was utilizing the sound labs and making music. He also got a text from Brian Helmsley asking him to be the DJ to the boat party, so yeah. There was that.

"I need you to first promise me you won't tell a soul I'm here! I'll come after the hype of the Helmsleys." With her free hand that wasn't holding the plane, she took out her pinky. PINKY PROMISE. Rose was the first to go for it, still having not said anymore words. Curiosity was filling her inner chalice. She wanted to know what this girl wanted. Jax looked down at the girl, then her pinky, then the girl again. Man, that's something Honey would do. He shrugged, not one to talk about other people's business anyway, and gave Mina his pinky.

"Good." A impish giggle escaped her lips before she cooed, having released him from her pinky hold, "You two are some of the most creative people at this school. Like stupid creative for no good reason besides boredom. Well when I come back, I have a pet project I want to start."

"Pet project?" Jax interrupted. This girl was strange.

"LEMME FINISH!" Mina puffed her cheeks and huffed. Jax rose his hands, and his expression displayed 'aiight, I'll shut up now.', and once again, she continued, "I want to follow my Zio's steps and make a documentary about the school. I know how bad you want to submit a film in a festival, Jax." How did she know that? "And I know that you, Ana, like to do stuff. Really meaningful stuff. And this will have a lot of meaning. A pet project is essentially me doing stuff that keep me sane from my busy schedule! I want to make a film. So I'm going to make a film. But I need help. You two are the first I'm coming to with this proposition. Since I'm making this about the school, why not get my school apart of it? I want you, Jax, to help me with the camera work, and you, Rose, with the story. And I want us all to work together with the direction. Together, we can make something great!"

"That's, um, nice of you." Rose didn't know how to think about this offer. First, theater club wanted her to act, now the successor of the Bellerose name wanted her to make a film with her. These days keep getting weirder. Rose clicked her tongue in thought. Jax could read that Rose was on the fence with this and Mina looked like she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Let's go on a... coffee date this weekend? To talk further about this." He'd do it. He got bored easily and this sounded like a fun time killer. Rose, though? She needed more time to be convinced. She had a lot of stuff she was juggling, but this would be a cool opportunity for them to work together. Jax really hoped she'd be down. Two creative minds, were better than one. Add another? Who knows what they could make!

"Well, duh! I need my Teddy Bear to talk more about our ideas. I expect you two to take the next couple of days to think about it, okay? This could be more than just kids doing projects together! Lets be friends~" She hopped down a step and put the airplane at the center of them, "In the name of creativity!" She looked at both of them expectantly, before she grumbled, "Put your hands on the plane." Rose and Jax looked at each other and then without argument, but definitely with bewildered expressions, they did as Mina told them. "To new beginnings and plenty of tea party dates. I don't like coffee." With that, Jax and Rose copied the tiny girl's actions, lifting their hands up like they were doing a hype-gesture before a football game.

Ah yes, this was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Mina was satisfied. "Now remember, no one knows I'm here. I'll see you guys whenever! Chow~" Gracefully waving, the mysterious girl made her great escape after giving a little twirl. As she ran off, she threw the plane down the stairs towards them. The plane smoothly glided down and landed in Rose's hands.

Mina took out her phone and sent a text to her lover.

To: Teddy Bear @Universorum
I sowwie I'm not there! I'm coming home now. I love youuuuuuuuuu
I'll never leave without you knowing, ever again.
Please forgive me.

Yours forever. XOXO. Keep the bed warm
Mina





Luna, Julie, Stella, & Trixie
Collab with @Silent Observer as Marshall
Locations// Locke Mama's car Hallway Music room Hallway (Mentions of Owen @Universorum)


“MOM. Trixie is taking 5eva." Stella dramatically slid in the back seat of Juliana Locke's candy-apple-red Lincoln navigator. The gorgeous mother, who looked like she could be her kids' sister, responded with a wide yawn. It was so early. Her twins had pounced on her while she cuddled her three Pomeranians (Tootsie, Goldie, & Sugar), babies of her late Lady, and woke her up out of her unfortunately not so deep slumber. It wasn't even time for her to wake up and open the salon! But her sweet yet simple Stella said she absolutely had to go on a mission with them.

Non-negotiable.

Essentially, Trixie wanted to take a day to herself, a pamper-me day. Do know that this is coming from her niece that has perfect attendance. Trixie would brave a storm just to go to school. Today was different. Julie assumed her twins took part in convincing their cousin to play hooky and spend it with them, since they didn't find it necessary to go to every single beauty school session. Let's just say her daughters chose when they wanted to go to beauty school or not and Julie wasn't the type of mom to tell them what they can and cannot do. They know the deal. They graduate. How they get there, doesn't matter to her, but they will graduate. They come home with exceptional praise and grades, for being the biggest slackers at their school. That was good enough for her.

And so here they were, by the entrance of Beverly Hills High. It seemed Trixie needed to go to school to do an 'errand' that would only take a second.

Juliana brushed a strand of hair out of her face and pouted to herself. She had yet to eat breakfast. Her Tiger always made breakfast for her around this time. Sigh. But for the love of her children and niece, who all had an irrational fear of driving, she would do this. "She literally left a minute ago." Julie grumbled. She was grumpy. Mornings made her grumpy.

“I think we should make sure she gets to his locker safely." There Stella went... letting her mom's words fly right over her head, caught up in her own world. Stella's World. Let's be honest, her baby wanted to see the school. With all the stories going around, of course, she wants to explore the school. "What if she bumps into him? How's she even going to handle that? She'll probably cry. I'd cry."

Juliana rubbed her forehead. It was too early for this.

The car's side door opened, bringing Julie's attention towards it. Luna gestured for her sister to lead the way. "We'll be back." Her Luna being a hero. Giving her peace and quiet, and satisfying her twin's needs to walk into that damn school. Thank you, moon.

Julie gave her daughters a groggily nod, "No more than ten minutes. I'm hungry." Julie being hungry was the end of the fucking world as we know it. If there was someone that could eat non-stop, it would be her, and somehow, blessed be some higher power, she kept her figure. The obvious theory? It went straight to her Spanish booty.

Hell yeah! Stella hopped out the car, blew kisses to her mom, waited for her sissy to close the door, and then, only then, did she grab Luna's hand possessively and skipped toward the big, big building.

Onward we go! She's lucky I'm patient. Sleepy sleep...


As the twins walked throughout the school, they both came to the realization they knew where nothing was. Were they lost? They couldn't tell. Somehow, they found themselves in the music and theater wing. “I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!" Stella giggly joked, gripping onto her sister's hand tighter. Being in a place that she didn’t know made her nervous, but she was pretty good at hiding the fact that she was panicky. People were staring at them! All they were doing was walking down the halls, aimlessly, trying to find Trixie, who would be at Owen's locker. They were just girls! Walking. Why did their stares give her shivers? Some dude even whistled. It was ew.

"We should ask someone how to get to our... destination." Luna was calm, composed, and unlike her sister, she was aware of the eyes and why. Two cute blondes no one's seen before besides probably Stella's instagram? Yeah. It made sense they'd catch eyes. They were hot. And yet, only one twin knew that.

The hallway they were in was kind of deserted. There probably wasn't any classes in this area yet… they should definitely turn back.

“Oh this room has a piano! I want to play!" Stella released her sister's hand and ran into a music room. Luna tried to grab her sister's wrist, but was too late. Fucking shit. This girl could never focus.

Lordy, give me the strength to not leave her behind.

This place is a wasteland… Marshall thought grimly, staring at the glaring white walls of the practice room. He was lying on the floor in the middle of the room. He didn’t know how long he’d been in here, but his eyes had run out of tears a while ago, and now he just felt kind of… numb. Numb was probably good. Marsh was an excellent actor, he could get through the day smiling even when his insides felt hollowed out, now that he was sure that he was done being pathetic. He just had to make it through class, and then he could go home and pour his heart out to his mom, or his sister, or both. Maybe neither. Whatever…

The drama king stood up and left the practice room in silence. There wasn’t anyone in the instrument locker room, which was an ideal state. He heard a piano being played from the music room off to the right. It was being played badly, if he was being honest. Curious, he poked his head into the doorway to see who it was — probably some freshman or something.

A random freshman, it was not. Was that... Stella… in BHHS? “Stell? … what are you doing here?” Marshall sounded confused and, having not yet spoken since his fit of misery, his voice still had the thickness of a person who had just spent a lot of time crying.

Clank. Clank. Clank. “Oh my god, MarMar!” Stella pulled away from the piano super duper happy to see her cousin’s gay friend. She’d say gay best friend, but she thinks Jamie is more Trixie’s gbf… they spend way more time together. “I’m so happy to see you!” After clapping with contagious excitement, she crashed into the sad boy.

From behind her, appeared Luna, who was annoyed, irritated, frustrated, not having Stella's shit today. She acknowledged the welcoming sight of Marshall with a sigh of relief. Her expression lightened up when she saw someone they knew. Thank goodness. "Oh, cool, Marshall. A fantastic person to stumble upon!”

“Were my piano skills snazzy? I’m so snazzy.” Stella rambled, before she looked at the boy’s eyes and came to a daunting realization. Her expression switched from overly bubbly to tragically doleful, “Are you okay? What happened? Did someone bully you? Do I need to send Trixie on their butts?”

Luna came closer, with an equally concerned look, and lightly brushed her fingers on his cheek, "Not even makeup can hide that. Want to talk about it?”

“Not really… I’m just… I think I need to move back to New York.” Marshall sighed and looked from one ridiculously pretty blonde to the other. His gaze settled on Luna, whose fingers were still on his cheek. Marsh leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. “Is it really that bad? I probably look hideous…” He pouted.

"Oh hush.” “You’re beautiful!” "You’re not moving.” “We’d miss you!” "We know just what you need.” “HELP US FIND OWEN’S LOCKER.”

Marshall’s eyes widened in shock. Or fear? Truly, a little of both. “What? Why? Is that why you’re here? … you’re not gonna like… trash it or something, are you? Because, I really don’t recommend that these days.”

The twins released Marshall and changed their position to where they were both latching onto one of his arms, like some accessories. “Trixie is there. We need the Trixie.”

"Find Trixie, then we are taking both of you on an adventure. A spa adventure.” Luna’s stare gleamed, as her lips rose into an impish smirk.

“We won’t take no for an answer! We will literally kidnap you.” Stella stuck her tongue out, pushing it as far as she could (she had such colorful expressions).

Guiding these girls to Owen’s locker? After his conversation with Owen this morning? After finding out that he decked Jam— Marshall’s stomach felt like it took a direct hit. Fuck... Fuck it, sure, why not? What’s the worst that could happen now? At the mention of a potential spa adventure, a hint of light colored Marshall’s eyes for the first time in their conversation thus far. That… sounded perfect. “Oh, I will sooo gladly be taken. I’m yours, girls. Let’s find Trix!”


Forlorn. Beatrix may have lost track of time. Owen’s locker was still open and she had placed the shoebox in it, on top of his day planner, which she did write in... a little note... it doesn't matter... but she couldn’t help but stare at the face down frame, hidden under the books. She had given that to him after six months of dating. It was a picture of them on the grass, enjoying the sun, their first summer together. A selfie she had him take because he had longer arms.

“Youhooooo!”

With the sound of Stella, Trixie’s eyes widened and her face flushed. Quickly, she shut Owen’s locker, turned his lock with one fluid movement, and then brought her attention to her cousins, “Oh hey!” Her eyes immediately went to the boy at the center of a twin sandwich. Yepp. Her cheeks would show color for sure now.

This was just like them. Her cousins would obtain the first person they recognized. Playing it off like she wasn’t just in her ex’s locker, she waved at her friend, “I see you two have brought MarMar.”

“Of course we did! He is sad potato. So we decided to make him ours today.” Stella admitted, while googly eyeing her sister to confirm the facts. Luna rolled her eyes and nodded. Facts confirmed. Marshall is sad.

“Oh?” Trixie locked her gaze with Marshall’s.

“It’s true, they rescued me from despair with the promise of heavenly spa treats!” Marshall exclaimed with a smirk in token dramatic fashion. Atta boy Marsh, just bury the bad feels with thespian tricks and misdirection. He noticed her blushing, and recognized the journalist’s story-hungry gaze, and met both things with disregard. At least within the gossiping halls of BHHS, they could have a mutual agreement of “I won’t ask, if you don’t.”

Easily, Trixie got the picture. She was observant like that, hence why she knew when Owen was on the verge of exploding. She was good at reading people, even people who kept things bottled in, like Owen, or used acting to hide their problems, like Marshall. “Seems like we have ourselves our very own superheroes.”

“Stella and Luna saves the day! We kick sadness out the door and now it's our job to transform you two and make ya' sparkle!” Trixie nodded along with Stella’s words. Sometimes she wondered about that one… but you know what was more amusing than her silly cousin? The sight of Marshall having two hot babes on his arms. What a sight to see. If only she could take a picture.

"Okay. Mom is going to kill us if she doesn’t get breakfast in her tummy soon. So… let’s walk and talk. Multitasking, people.” Luna sassed, having allowed everyone to talk for far too long. Their ten minutes had run out five minutes ago, and she could feel her phone vibrating in her pant’s pocket.

Mama was hungry.


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