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_{Hello friends:}

An update — I will likely make a gradual return in a couple of months. When I do, depending on where you guys are story-wise, I will timeskip to the events we have planned for Valentines (if we haven't already), so consider discussing with everyone else what you want your characters to have gone through during the time span that will be skipped. You have plenty of time since I cannot give a definite date of my return. I have no doubt with my return, the vitality of the roleplay will pick up once more.

It's okay to be uninspired, sad and not in the mood, or even too busy. Life comes first. No matter what. Okay? I only hope the best for each and every one of you. Take care of YOU. At the end of the day, that's all we can do.

If I make an earlier return, do know I won't be as active as I was before and will have designated days for writing, so that I can focus on a few things that require my full attention. My life cannot revolve around my hobby, so I will be more vocal when I can and cannot write. I do miss you all and writing amazing, fun, wild, heartfelt stories. In addition, though? I miss my ships! As such, I want to come back as healthy as possible.

This is simply me saying I haven't forgotten any of you and someday we will write together again.

Thank you.

Lovely

_{My Family: @Universorum @Silent Observer @Melissa @Fabricant451 @Kitty @smarty0114 @Silver Carrot @BrutalBx @Bee}

The Coalition {FULL}

@Fabricant451 always on your A-Game

The Coalition {FULL}

-snipped-

CANCELLED.

@Klaykid timeskip happened with the trixie and owen collab

'Are we...? Yes.'

Some people will still post party flashbacks tho

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_{Riley Wells
On a bad trip
FT. Strangers & Trevor @Silent Observer
Vague mention of someone's Instagram. @Fabricant451}

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For Honey Dalton, Shiloh's fairy magic seemed to be going in her favor, as the blonde was now making her way to the pool with the apple of her eye. The girl she's always wanted to talk to, but never had the courage to do so until she drank a hefty Zombie. Not all divine intervention can lead to a positive end result. Especially if LSD was given to someone who wasn't in a positive mood to begin with. Nothing was beautiful, spiritual, and god-like about this trip.

At all.

Well at first, the water intrigued the boy. Riley Wells leaned against the railing, watching energy loom over the water as it kissed the night sky. The water danced with the most vibrant pinks and blues, which were in reality the strobe lights coming off the boat and reflecting against the liquid surface. At least, the scenic experience was like he was inside a psychedelic painting and that was unbelievably surreal. His trip started taking a turn for the worst when he could hear a familiar female voice singing him a lullaby. The voice was rather ominous and ghost-like, but why did he feel like he knew who it belonged to?

Where was it coming from?

Hastily and on full alert, he turned around and grabbed the nearest girl's shoulders, who looked at him in surprise, "Uh, hey Riley." She wiggled out of his grip. Her dress read fuck me, which was rather distasteful to see, but he had to get to the bottom of this. The bottom to finding the voice. The haunting voice that filled him with nostalgia.

"Do you hear that?" He looked from side to side. His paranoia building, as the song continued to go on, and on, and on. Why was this voice making him so uncomfortable?

"Hear what?" The girl gestured for her friends to come to her, so they can all watch the spectacle that was the morning host freaking out and hearing things. Teenagers were stupid like that. They liked watching animals that they felt were below them. An animal in this fucked up kingdom that was Beverly Hills High showing obvious signs of distress and all they did? They laughed.

They fucking laughed.

"The pretty voice! The singing!" His face whitened as the flickering lights started to not be as mesmerizing as they were moments ago. The shadows throughout their general area were like monsters he saw when he was a little boy when the night was not the time of day he was fond of. The lights blinded him, like the blaring sirens of an ambulance, signaling people should panic because their worst fears were coming true. Fear he could not reverse.

Why did she call her friends? His widened eyes carefully watched her every move, as if he was waiting for her to tell him where the voice was coming from, as if he was trying his best to not panic. To not freak out. This voice. This voice was getting louder.

Stop.

Stop it.

He hoped they could hear what he was hearing. Right? He couldn't be the only one hearing this person singing some child to sleep. It was like it was on the intercom! If they couldn't hear it, they were seriously toying with him. They HAD to hear it. His heart was beating so hard, it felt like it wanted to rip out of his chest. If Riley knew he was on acid, he would try to convince himself that this was just a trip, but he had no idea that he was drugged.

"Are you talking about the music coming from the dance floor? I'm pretty sure this is some edm shit. There's no girl singing." She looked up at the guy that went next to her and put his arm possessively around her. The girl giggly whispered, "He's totally trippin', babe." In time, four other people joined them, this other boy in particular taking the other side of her, checking her ass, before bringing his attention to Riley.

Hell was raising inside of Riley. His skin was crawling with how loud this song was getting. Trippin'? He wasn't fucking trippin! She was just being a dumbfuck. And the dumbfuck's voice was like nails going down a chalkboard and he hated hearing it. "No, it's a lullaby, dude."

Taking her phone out, she pointed it in Riley's direction and cooed, "Why don't you sing it?" Was she being for real? This wasn't a joke! This was serious. He was being serious. His eyes met with the phone's lens and looked into it, like he was staring into an endless void, until he scoffed at the item.

This bitch.

Riley ripped her phone out of her hand and tossed it in the sea, only to be rewarded by her boyfriend grabbing him by the collar. "Did you just fucking do that? You know you're going to get her a new one, you little shit!"

"Ohhh, she's a fucking keeper. Because recording someone who is asking a question makes perfect sense! I hope she makes you super fucking happy when she's sleeping around behind your back!"

"That's a huge accusation. You don't even know me, Riley!" The boyfriend's face did drop at the sarcasm spilling out of Riley's mouth. The morning host's trip may be fucking bad, but his senses were heightened and there were signs. Signs of trust issues. Signs of lies. Signs of SEX.

"I know enough. Now put me down or I'll set the Elite on your asses." Boom motha' fucker. He had his brother as his shield even when his brother wasn't around. The boyfriend couldn't argue with that threat. He didn't want beef with Damian or Trevor or any of the Elite for that matter. That was social suicide waiting to happen. Dropping Riley on the ground rather ungracefully, the boyfriend turned around and tugged his girl with him, "Let's go."

"You're going to let him come at me like that?" She snapped her wrist out of his hand. No one was sober on this boat.

"Yes. Now, move."

Not really caring to watch the rest of this scene unfold, Riley picked himself up and entered the party, on the inside. Trying to follow the voice, which was unreasonably hard because it felt like it was coming from every direction, Riley pushed his way through the crowd and asked around, getting dismissive reactions almost immediately.

He dived into the dining area when the fireworks went off, thinking it was a bomb or some shit. His life almost ending by a heart attack. Military-crawling on the floor, he took out his phone, focusing his mind on making the loud banging noise stop — thinking, honestly, he might be creating that noise too.

Oh god.

Looking at his phone hurt his eyes. Could he even work it properly?

The last thing that was open was some kid's Instagram who made model kits. As he made his way to a corner, he tried to keep his mind off the voice by liking everything on this kid's page.

Like. Like. Like.

Was it making him feel better? Not really. By the time he reached the corner, where no one was, he was sweating. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, but this only caused his days at school to flash in his mind. The confrontation between Brian and Brynn. His brother getting in a fight on the field with Jacob. Seeing Damian and Henry's moms storm in the school and make his morning show a lot bigger than it already was. Getting in between Jamie and Marshall’s romance. His building jealousy over Savannah who wasn't even threatening him or anything, she just wanted to be with Trevor. His pops checking on him, trying to get him to talk. His dad always curious about his day. Shit hitting the fan because of the Owen situation. Because of Hailey.

High school sucking.

He needed to say things, before this pulled him in a pit that he couldn't escape. He needed to stop bottling things up. He needed to talk. There was so much going on in his mind, even going back to when he lost his biological parents. His mother. The accident.

Opening his eyes, with a sudden resolution, it was the New Year after all, Riley, with shaky hands, held his phone like he was going to take a selfie, and pressed record 'live' Instagram video. "You know what I hate? He started his monologue off, staring away from the lens. For the time being, he was going insane, and in the moment, this felt like the best way to release his madness.

To make the voice stop.

"I hate how fake you all are. I hate how you look forward to the next scandal, the next heartbreak, the next shitshow, the next Weekend Warrior to accuse a boy of date raping an autistic girl, I hate how stupid you all pretend to be."

Clenching his teeth, he turned to stare at the lens, stare at whoever was watching.

"You know what makes this all the more fucked up? Some of you pretend to be immortal. Untouchable. Like it's okay to meddle in someone's love life and cause a teen to become suicidal because she's still learning how to handle her damage. I'm not fucking dumb and I know most of you act stupid, but you all should know better. It's not rocket science to see how petty you all are! How gullible you choose to be. How much you eat up at the drama because you live for it. Maybe it's a reminder you're alive? Maybe it's a reminder that other people have it worse than you?

Does that really get you off? That your life isn't as shitty as the student standing next to you, but still pretty fucking shitty.

Reality check, fuckers, we all got issues. You aren't special. So don't think you are.

Owen and Trixie still love each other, even if he fucked up or we think he fucked up because that's what we were told. The Owen situation wouldn't have gotten that heated if there weren't feelings involved. But then again, it's none of our fucking business. Let them figure out their shit, why does your opinion matter when you're not the one fucking them? That just makes you deserve to go to hell just as much as the person that lies. And no, I'm not talking about Owen. I'm talking about you.

You all lie and pretend.

You all turn a blind eye to this fucked up system.

I don't really fucking care if you have money or not. If you have a bodyguard with you, wherever you go, because you can't fight your own battles. Or if you hate the general population because they flaunt their money in your face when you don't got any.

You're all really shitty people.

No wonder I've been keeping to myself that I'm gay because even if my community has made huge progression, there's still you close minded shitheads that can't adapt, that still gay bash, that still tear someone apart, that still shove their beliefs down others' throats, that still make kids want to kill themselves.

Do you not see what you're doing?

Get with the times. Stop HATING.

And no, I'm not gay because I have two dads. I'm gay because honestly the worst kind of drama comes out of you crazy bitches that have princess complexes and don't like when another girl is getting more attention than you.

No, that isn't it either. I'm just gay.

But real talk. You women need to seriously learn to lift each other up, not bring each other down. It's 2043 and you're all still concerned about outshining each other or worse, putting 'men' in their place. Grow the fuck up and do realize your value isn't your parents' paycheck or last name. Your value is judged on how you act and treat those around you.

High school could be a little less shitty if you all actually tried to enjoy yourself and not let your misery ruin everyone else's day.

No one deserves this shit." His tangent came to a sudden stop.

There was a brief silence before he leaned in and looked at the lens with dead eyes. "I hope you're happy." With that, his live stream ended and what he didn't know was someone had already saved the recording and was going to make his video go viral on all social media platforms. Dropping to the ground, resting his head on the floor, Riley closed his eyes and waited for these bad feelings to stop.

Where was he? Trevor was looking everywhere high and low for his brother, and he could not find him. Although they did not arrive together, as was usual for the brothers when they attended get togethers such as this, Trevor was sure that his brother was here. The fact that he couldn’t find him anywhere concerned him, especially with how strange Rye had been acting lately. In his search, Trev passed by a pissed off looking dude that said Riley was a ‘real piece of work’ and that he’d thrown his girlfriend’s phone overboard.

“Really? That doesn’t sound like him. I’m sorry, bro, text me and we’ll make sure she gets a new one. Do you know where he is now, by any chance?” Trevor asked the kid, and he replied by angrily pointing in a direction. “Thanks, dude. Sorry again, I’ll fix that sitch.” Trev said and waved at the couple before heading in the indicated direction. Eventually, he found Riley… in a room, alone, on the ground… crying? Trevor slowly approached his brother, who at that moment looked very much like the sad boy from so many years ago in Colorado, and he spoke in the most gentle tone he could muster. “Rye? …what’s going on, Rye?” he asked, kneeling by his brother’s side, but not touching him. He knew his brother better than to touch him when he was like this.

"She won’t fucking shut up. I think I’m going crazy. All I know is my night went downhill after these two girls tried to cheer me up. I feel sick to my stomach and I think I just did something stupid. Like really fucking stupid. I just want to bury myself alive. I’m going to die alone. You’re going to disappear and it’s just going to me, by myself. Forever.” Yeah, Riley needed to go home. He was done for the night. Not until this day did he touch drugs. All for a good reason. He was too moody to have good highs.

“Whoa…” Trevor responded quietly and tried to be as comforting as possible. He sat down next to Riley and looked over at his brother, his light brown eyes wide with concern. “Who won’t shut up? Hey, hey, it’s okay. Please don’t bury yourself alive, I love you. Tell me what happened, Rye. I’ll fix it if I can… and I don’t plan on disappearing any time soon, I’m right here. Okay? What’s going on?”

How could he tell his brother he was a schizophrenic? This shit was freaking him out. Summing up his night would be such a bitch, but his brother deserved to hear something. Take deep breaths, Riley. Sitting up, leaning his head back on the wall, hugging his knees, his eyes dilated, which could be the best hint for Trevor to know his brother was on drugs, Riley tried his best to recount his night,
“I wasn’t really doing much, just being a wallflower, like I do. And these neon fairies come in. One asks me if I like cats and I’m like, I’m more of a dog person, but she was like whatever and gave me a cat. A cat candy. Not like an actual cat. I go outside and for a second I think my day is getting better, but then I hear this voice and I still hear this voice. She’s singing. It’s very spooky but calm. All at the same time. ‘Hush now, my story. Close your eyes and sleep. Waltzing the waves, diving the deep. Stars are shining bright. The wind is on the rise. Whispering words of long lost lullabies…’” There was more lyrics to the lullaby but as he actually spoke the words, tears started running down his face. Why was he crying? “I asked around. If they can hear her. But then this girl started recording me and mocking me. And all her friends were looking at me like I’m crazy. I’m not crazy! Maybe I am crazy. But... I grabbed her phone, fucking chucked it because that’s what the bitch deserved, and found myself in here. And then, oh my god, and then…” He buried his head into his legs, realizing he just committed social suicide.

Taking out his phone, he slid it toward his brother. "There should be a video saved in my camera roll…”

Those worried honey brown eyes continued to study Riley’s face. Trevor stayed quiet as Rye recounted the events that took place to lead him to this room. Neon fairies? Cat candy? At first, it didn’t make any sense, but then it did. Pops told them to be careful with party drugs, and what they could do to people like them… people with dark pasts and hidden issues. Obviously there was more wrong with Rye than Trevor had thought if he was willing to dabble in them, and he officially felt like the worst brother in the world for not noticing or doing something about it sooner. This… this broke his heart. “Rye, listen to me. You aren’t crazy, I think you’re high, that’s all. The cat candy? It was probably acid or e or something.” Trevor didn’t comment on the phone situation, but at least now he knew what happened that made Rye throw some girl’s cell phone in the ocean. He’d still keep his word on replacing that for her, even if she was being rude by recording Rye, Trev had to run to the store the next morning to replace his own phone anyway. “What do you mean, what video?” Trevor picked up Rye’s phone off of the ground and opened the photo app. He looked from the phone, to his brother, and back to the phone again before finding the video and clicking play.

Riley just wanted to get off the boat. He didn’t say anything more and let the video speak for itself.

CANCELLED.

_{Collab with: @Universorum @Silent Observer
Flashback → Bathroom, present time}

Flashback...

With a virtual reality headset on, Rose watched the many videos of her father and his crew doing crazy stunts, as if he were there and she were watching him live. She excitedly clapped her hands, internally cheering him on. She missed him. She’d have to give her parents a call when she got home. Big D, one of her dad’s crewmates, was just about to do a record breaking trick when the screen abruptly, and unwantedly, went black.

Aw man.

Your time is up, Ilyana Powers.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Huffing to herself, she took the headset off and handed it over to the person next to her. “Merry Christmas.” She only used Damian’s headset like eleven times. Hardly enough to fully get the Justin Credible experience. She was not happy to give up her toy.

Marching away from the game room, which really was just the guest bedroom decked out with entertainment, Rose made her way downstairs, where the actual party was. At some point, during the night, she lost Raf. And Q. And her brother. She had no idea where the hell Wyatt was. She could’ve sworn he was in the car. Then again, she was stoned out of her mind… so she lost him too.

Now that she was thinking about it, she was kind of sobering up, which made her anxious. She needed to find her friends or she’d start feeling the immense pressure of being in a crowded place, with too many people she didn’t know. She could look for the host and see if he knew where the ‘stash’ was.

Yeah, she’d do that.

Looking through the sea of people, grinding on each other, and dancing like they hadn’t been dancing for two hours now, all still blitzed out of their minds, Rose took a deep breath in. Just keep swimming. With timid and cautious steps, she trod forward, into the deep, deep party. Unfortunately for Rose, she did not look in the direction of the beer pong table where Joy and Damian were killin’ it. They had won three consecutive games, back to back to back, and now the drunk nerd was straddling her lover for the night in the front and he was carrying her off somewhere, all the while making out.

Impressive.

This was a disasterpiece, in every way. The entire party was, pretty much, fucked. Henry had thought it was going well, until Hailey and her Legion of Doom showed up and ruined the whole fucking show in one fell, destructive, calculated swoop. Henry had to admire her gall though; picking on Owen was a risky play, since Owen would break her nose just as soon as he’d break a boy’s.

After the Owen situation had happened, and Owen seemed determined to run away from the party, Henry had defused Owen’s temper with a brief talk about how the only way he’d get Trixie back and be able to run off into the sunset was to stick to his guns and prove that he was stronger than Hailey thought he was. And Owen had agreed! Owen was… somewhere now, it didn’t matter where, what was important was that people saw him around. After that, Henry had relieved Min-seo of her duties — by telling her to have a good time, then putting all the alcohol on the bar for the thirsty teenagers to pillage. Finally, he’d sent Parker upstairs for a bath.

He really needed to do something for Parker, man… She could hardly take care of herself! Whatever, that would be a tomorrow problem.

The rest of tonight was instead going to be focused on killing the bottle of vodka Henry had, and making it through this party alive. He was completely content doing this alone, until he saw the bright blonde hair of someone he’d not spoken to in a long time. Fueled by the power of booze, he approached her. “Hi, Rose.”

Oh, that was a voice she hadn’t heard this close in awhile.

Her eyes widened with a revelation! Henry was the perfect person to ask where the weed was, right? He did help Damian throw the bash! Fate was truly on her side. Eagerly, she turned around to face her old friend and beamed a gentle smile, “Heyyyyyy Henry.” By accident, she stepped backwards, bumping into someone, which caused her to immediately jump forward, breaking any distance she had with the Green boy, “Sorry...” She looked over her shoulder to whoever she hit.

This party had a lot of people…

“Huh? Fuck ‘em, dude.” Henry shook his head and brought the bottle up to his lips, taking another swig, before he slammed it down onto a nearby chair, which was rewarded by a cute yelp by Rose. Henry stared at Rose for a few seconds of painfully quiet seconds, before he pointed toward the door. “Come dance on the beach with me.” He said, then took her hand and pulled her toward the door without much of a chance for protest.

“Uh, o-okay.” Rose didn’t know what to say. Henry did not seem in good spirits and she didn’t want to make his night worse by asking for a favor. Her gaze went down to him holding her hand and then back up at him. This was surreal. They hadn’t spent time together like this since they were grade schoolers. “I don’t think I’m very good… at dancing.” Without weed, she was awkward.

“Shhhh. I am. Just follow me,” Henry said, and once they were out on the beach, he stopped them, and positioned Rose slightly. After a few seconds of minor movements, he and Rose were waltzing on the beach, under the moon. Henry was leading, but also found himself to be uncharacteristically quiet. “I’m drunk. This is harder when I’m drunk.” He offered in explanation, glancing down at his feet.

Shaking her head, admiring his odd kindness towards her, Rose joked, “I’m sober. This is harder when I’m sober.” Rather than look up at him romantically in the eyes, like this scenario would’ve called for, she too looked down at their feet and counted the steps in her head. Together they would dance okay!

After a few more moments, as quickly as it had began, the dance ended. Henry met eyes with Rose, before he did the unthinkable, the unreasonable, the nonsensical, the wild thing… He leaned in and kissed her, like really kissed her. Henry was a well practiced, highly skilled, elite kisser, and this was no different to him.

Stunned.

Rose was frozen in his hold. Her eyes widened when his lips touched hers. Something in her gut told her to follow his lead in terms of movement, which she did, a little, but she was too surprised that this was even happening. Why was Henry kissing her?! How was this moment even suppose to feel? The smell of his cologne, the taste of alcohol, the look of sadness…

In these times a girl would either push away and slap, run away, or let the action take its course. Rose didn’t know what to do because she knew Henry meant well, even if this kiss was random and out of the blue and probably had no feelings attached. Truth be told, even if his drunkenness made the kiss a little sloppy, it was good. She didn’t mind this feeling.

Something new sparked in her and she didn’t necessarily understand it, but perhaps… she would think about it. Think about kissing.

When a minute or two passed, Rose gently nudged him away, gasping for air. “Henry?”

Henry reached out with a finger and rested it against her lips. “Shhhh.” He said, before dropping both hands on her shoulders and holding them with firm, but not harsh, grips. “Listen to me. Your name is not Rose. It’s Ilyana. Start using it; it’s beautiful. Stop being a wallflower, start living. Your life is passing by you while you wallow in a haze of weed smoke. Don’t let that happen. Carpe diem. Now, keep it tight.” Henry winked, and leaned in, stealing one more quick kiss, before he turned and began to head back toward the party, leaving Rose to stand alone in the cool moonlight and think about the experience she’d just had.

The profile of Henry slowly shifted to the profile of a pink haired girl walking into the ladies room at the Tuesday night boat party. Rose wiped her eyes, coming back to reality from her random stupor. Maybe he was right. Maybe she should cut back on the weed and live. Maybe she shouldn’t take the back seat and actually drive (metaphorically speaking, since she drove her friends most of the time).

Take action. Call the shots.

Say yes to art.
Say yes to theater.
Say yes to music.
Say yes to stunts.
Say yes to being young.
Say yes to being stupid.
Say yes to… kissing.

Even so! He, that damn Henry, was living too hard! That’s the main reason she distanced herself from him in the first place. They came from two very different worlds. He was uncontainable and in the spotlight, and she watched and created amazing things, behind the curtain. Yes, they both had a pretty penny but without his mother, her parents wouldn’t be where they are today. She owed a lot to the Greens. Henry and her? They grew up. They lost their rhythm because they didn’t see the same things anymore. They weren’t little rascals dreaming fantastical things anymore. At least, he wasn’t. They both, however, wanted more than what money could give them.

Carpe diem.

Breathing in and then out, Rose set on a new mission. A mission where she would no longer hide behind a flower. No longer use herb as a coping mechanism. No longer be afraid to stand out, when she was someone who stood out without even trying. No, she would show her worth as Ilyana and take advice from an old friend and: live.

That girl with pink hair knew how to live. Shiloh lived freely and in the moment, all day, everyday, just like her parents and uncles had raised her to. Right now, she was living somewhere else other than earth, but she was no less living. Unaware of comings and goings of other ladies in the stalls, including one very familiar blonde, Shiloh stared enraptured by her own reflection in the mirror. Originally she’d come here to pee, of course, and also to touch up her glow paint and fluorescent lipstick before heading back out to the party. Shi had gotten one swipe of the lipstick on and had begun to press her lips together to blend it when she became distracted, still holding the liquid lipstick wand upright in one hand with the open tube in the other.

Eyes that were once a cool, crystalline blue were now blown wide with darkness. Dilated black pupils dominated her irises and stared back at her from the mirror, like inky black pits leading to the abyss. Shi stood on her tiptoes, the front of her thighs pressing into the countertop softly as she leaned so close that the tip of her nose nearly brushed the surface of the reflective glass. The entire universe was in those eyes. Those eyes that weren’t even her own anymore. Sprinklings of stars and swirling galaxies were in their depths. ^{“Am I an astronaut?”} Shiloh whispered a question to no one in particular, her breath fogging up a small patch of the mirror as she did so.

Behind her, Rose’s heart rate picked up. Her breathing matching the pace. What was going on in her head? Shiloh was a close friend. Her parents knew her parents and they found some kind of friendship in their oddities. Truly, only Rose could do this with someone she had some sort of connection with, a connection similar to her connection with Henry, but healthier. “Why not be a star?” Rose whispered, not expecting the token pink-haired girl to respond.

Too impatient to wait, because that isn’t what Henry would do, Ilyana turned her friend around, pulling her away from the mirror. Using her friend’s ass, she let it swipe the forgotten makeup tools on the counter and to the floor.

Hot.

The platinum blonde pushed her friend up against the counter. To her surprise, Shiloh was easy to manhandle. The rest, she let instincts take over her.

Carpe diem.

While her right hand felt Shiloh’s gorgeous pink hair, her left hand ran down her neck, to her chest, to her stomach, until she allowed her delicate, warm lips to make a trail on her neck. Her hot breath blowing against the girl’s slender neck. Eventually, Ilyana’s left hand found Shiloh’s right hand and as a result, she interlocked their fingers.

Kissing all over made sense, because kissing was fun, as Wyatt put it. She would kiss Shiloh, like it was nobody’s business, because it made sense. Her lips suddenly, and fiercely, pressed against Shiloh’s glowing ones.

It was soft. Passionate. Even, lustful.

Ilyana’s hand that once touched Shiloh’s hair, now slid down the surprised girl’s body until it was around her waist, pulling her closer, and letting their womanly forms press against each other. Hey, she wasn’t bad at this. Unbeknownst to Rose, she got this from her mother. There was no thoughts in the initiate's mind. Just, the moment.

She was living.

One minute Shiloh was an astronaut in space, and the next she found herself suddenly and forcefully back on earth. It wasn’t an unpleasant trip, it was actually quite the opposite. In her shock at being groped and turned around, Shi gasped. When Rose’s lips found her neck and kissed trails along it, Shiloh gasped again and also dropped the lipstick tube and applicator she’d been holding in her hands this time.

Whoa, this was new.

For as long as she’d known Rose, the girl had never shown any kind of romantic interest in anyone. Shi had pretty much assumed that she might be asexual… so this… well, this was surprising. What was even more surprising, was how good she was at it. Riding the vibes of her high and this sudden bout of lust from her friend, Shiloh tilted her head back and hummed out a pleased moan. “Mmmmm, Rose?”

Shiloh tried to establish some kind of understanding of what was happening. What did this mean? Why was Rose doing this? Had Shi missed some kind of secret crush all of this time? She’d had no idea! Instead of granting a verbal response to her question, Rose kissed her. On the lips this time. Okay then, that was that, right? Shiloh pushed aside any attempt at trying to understand why it was happening, and simply enjoyed it for what it was. This was a party, she was high, Rose was hot, and her friend, and she was kissing her. There was really nothing to complain about, these were all good things.

Shi moved her hands to the other girl’s cheeks and held her face gently as she kissed back, for the first time being more proactive than reactive in the kissing. She wanted to do more, to touch Rose back, to explore new territories on her friend, but she still had some reservations on whether or not she was allowed to. The blonde could be fickle, and flighty, one wrong move and Shiloh could accidentally scare her off, she knew that. Rather than follow through on her lust, Shi reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, her hands still softly against the other girl’s cheeks. “...Rose?” She asked again for clarification, her voice now more raspy and breathless.

Ilyana didn’t think she’d get this far. Somehow, she did. Whether it was her sudden burst of confidence or her remembering things she’s seen in the past, here she was, kissing a friend, like Henry did on New Years.

Inviting and resolute, Ilyana locked her gaze with the girl questioning her intentions. “Ilyana.” was her response to the ‘Rose’ question, as a form of correction. She was ready to go by her first name, Ana for short. A change was on the horizon, and she was digging it.

Her cheeks did have an attractive rosiness, which showed she was either hot or embarrassed, but her eyes read: I got this. After a moment of silence, Ilyana gave a cheesy grin and made her voice deeper when she voiced, “I’m Batman!” Before cutting their moment short, pulling away, and running out the bathroom.

Flighty indeed.

They’d talk about it tomorrow.

CANCELLED.

_{@Lovely Complex & @Universorum}

Owen hadn’t taken his foot off the pedal the whole way home. He was scared, optimistic, and excited all in one. To say he was speeding was an understatement; the speed limit was sixty five miles per hour, Owen was easily cresting one hundred. That’s what happens when you have an Aventador, a long straight stretch of highway, and you’re emotionally distressed. All the windows were down, and the top was down. Owen could think more clearly this way, even though the resulting winds whipped his mother’s hair around. While it had taken them almost thirty minutes to drive from the house to Captain Cuddles, it only took them eighteen minutes to get home.

Once there, Owen parked his car in front of the steps, and threw the door open, stopping suddenly as he saw his father waiting for them. Troy, chose to ignore him for a moment, and looked over at Kylie, “She ruined my night. I sent the boys home. I think she’s asleep. It’s totally Trixie, in case that wasn’t clear.”

~

You know… her mother did lift her heart and give her hope, while she was on the helicopter. She needed to hear her voice and that meant the world to her because she missed her. She missed daddy. She missed all her brothers. Trixie wanted to believe she could fix this, that she could pick up the broken pieces, put them back together, mend her fucked up mistake, take her mother’s words and do exactly as she said. Be strong.

But it was hard.

How could she have faith that things were going to be okay? That this wasn’t going to be the end? That things would work out? That Owen would forgive her? That he wouldn’t hate her for breaking his heart?

For leaving him.

That was the thing, she couldn’t know until she saw him again. Until she could apologize. Until she could tell him how horrible she was.

But, why didn’t he answer her call? Why didn’t he text her back? Why did he ignore her? All she wanted was to say she was sorry...

She deserved this. She deserved to be used by her friends. She deserved being hated by the man that had her heart. She deserved to be alone.

Hiccup.

Laying on Owen’s bed, hugging his cat, her hand resting on her phone, Trixie’s eyes were closed, make up ruined from all the crying. She was steadying her breathing. Her Uncle Ty had carried her in here, because she could hardly stand. He held her like she was a little girl and she couldn’t help but feel safe, even if life could do terrible things and her heart felt like it was shattered into a million pieces. Trixie thought Jamie made her feel better, she thought her mother made her feel better, she thought her uncle and his friends made her feel better, but that was all a lie.

She didn’t feel good at all.

~

“What are you waiting for?” Kylie softly spoke to her son.
“Go see her.” This was a lot for a mother to take in. She didn’t know if she should be mad, or sad, or happy, but she did know that her son loved this girl and that he’s been waiting for this night, for what felt like a long time. She knew this girl was what made him happy. Love, as messy as it was, was the reason why most people chose to wake up. She couldn’t deny her baby of that.

Owen wasn’t nervous; Owen didn’t get nervous. Owen wasn’t afraid; Owen didn’t get afraid. Owen was worried; Owen got worried about Trixie. Trixie was worth worrying about, and Owen felt awful that he hadn’t gotten a single one of her texts, heard a single one of her voicemails, or even seen one of the snapchats she had sent him. After his mother spoke, he gave her a nod, before glancing at his father. “The fuck are you lookin’ at me for, boy?” Troy asked, and Owen nodded. Good enough.

He turned and went to the sweeping staircase, taking them three at a time. He felt bad that he had to cut his date with his mother short, and he’d have to make it up to her another time; and he would, Owen wasn’t the type of person to let something like that fall. But first, he had to see Trixie, so they could at least talk. Owen reached the summit of the staircase, and heard a sound emanating from his room that he knew very well.

“Mau.”

His heart sunk a bit, because he knew how his cat was.

Meanwhile, in Owen’s room, Oreo the cat was mau’ing and trying to get out Trixie’s arms. Trixie was cool, yes, but he liked Owen more, and he could hear him. Let me go, woman! “Mau!”

Her eyes snapped open from the stupor that she was in. Oh fuck, he was here? She wasn’t ready. Should she pretend to be sleeping? Or like, hide?

Why would you hide, Trixie? You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Here’s your chance.

Taking a deep breath in, she released the cat. Her mind was telling her body to sit up and yet she couldn’t move. Like at all. She was stuck. She was too nervous. Freedom! “MAU!” Oreo meowed, before dragging his sandpaper like tongue across her face, and bounding off of the bed and exiting the room through the open door, finding himself beside Owen just a few steps down the hall. He nuzzled against Owen’s leg, and a few more Maus could be heard.

Then there were more steps, and Owen walked into the doorway, looking at the form of the woman he loved, possibly more than he should at this point, and felt his heart wrench a bit. He steadied himself, though, and offered the first line of dialogue. “Hey, Trixie.”

Okay, big girl steps. Slowly and dizzily, she pushed herself up, keeping her back faced away from him. After wiping under her eyes, seeing her mascara now on her fingers, she looked down at her black dress. This wasn’t how she imagined their reunion being. Pinching at her dress, she bashfully replied, “Hi, Owen.” Saying his name made this moment all the more real. Her chest was moving with her breathing, which seemed to be picking up as their interaction slowly went on. If she faced him, would he think she was ugly?

This was a lot more daunting than she ever imagined it to be.

“Was the cat okay? Like — was he nice?” Owen asked, and he could hear an offended mau from behind him. Owen shook his head, and leaned against the doorway a bit. This was going better than he’d thought, but he figured he could blame most of that on the alcohol that was in her system. “He’s pretty mean to everyone that isn’t, y’know… me.” Owen could have done better, but he wasn’t sure what to say, or where to go with this conversation.

Did her being here mean that he and her were together again? Were things going to go back to normal? Or did she just have something bad happen at the party and she needed to run to him for help? That was a possibility; she could have needed help, or protection from some guy. She’d probably come to him for that sort of scenario.

“He was good to me…” She whispered in response. Trixie wanted to clean her face, but he was by the door, which meant she had to go through him if she wanted to go to the bathroom. “I…” She put all her focus on standing up. Once she was standing up, she had regrets. Her legs felt weak.

Truthfully, she wanted to fall back and lay down. Let his bed be her grave. “...don’t expect you to forgive me.” Her heart was telling her to turn around, but she didn’t want him to see how bad she looked. She looked so ugly. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything.” Nodding to herself, relieved that she was able to say what she wanted to say, Trixie felt like it was best for her to go back to Alaska, where she couldn’t hurt anyone else like she did with Owen. Go back to her family.

Gripping at the sides of her dress, she hiccupped once more, before adding, “I know everything now. None of that makes up for what I’ve done. So, I’ll just say—”

Owen stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder, turning her around to face him. “Trixie. Stop talking, and kiss me like you miss me.” As far as Owen was concerned, they could work the finer details out in the morning. Everything he’d wanted to hear, he already had. Now, he just wanted to be in the moment with her.

Her mind cycled through emotions, quicker than a kid changed channels. Love wasn’t a spoken language. All they had to do was look into each other’s eyes to see how much they meant to the other. Her insecurities were non-existent when he was this close to her. Letting her hands slide up his chest, a body she’s missed for far too long, Trixie listened and didn't say a word. No need for arguing. No, when her hands were around his neck, she allowed the swirl of emotions to do the talking. Lust, desire, want. Lifting herself up with her toes, she connected their lips.

Finally.

A kiss that nearly took the air out of her with how much force was behind it. He was warm and soft.

She needed this.

She needed him.

CANCELLED.

_{Collab with @Kitty
Somewhere in LA
Fawn & Lucky}

Lucky Cross wasn’t here to be romantic. In his head, he wasn’t romantic, he was an asshole, and he would instill that tonight in Fawn’s mind so she could leave while she could. He didn’t like getting attached and he was going to show her that they were two vastly different people. Having already parked his car two blocks away, he led the way, hands shoved in his pocket, to the side of a church — was it abandoned? Was it not? Who knows. Not saying a word, the mysterious boy used his foot to knock on the door. There was a moment where nothing happened, and yet, Lucky waited patiently. Unfazed. Unsettling so. For two minutes.

The wooden door creaked open and a tall figure dressed in black, with ripped jeans, a jaggedy shirt, and an eye mask to match, revealed himself and gave a toothy grin, “Glad you reconsidered. Meg just got on.”

“What can I say? I can’t stay away.” Lucky rolled his eyes at the boy, who he knew the name behind, but chose not to address him by it. Meg liked the best and lately, the only good ‘act’ she had was her finale, that all those would die to get to. An incident happened that took her best away from her and she wanted Lucky to get him back, but Lucky only reports to one woman.

Her name was Roz.

The masked stranger grabbed off a table a couple of masks, that piled on top of pamphlets about Christ, our Lord and Savior. He gave the two newcomers a mask to wear, deciding to give the girl the only white one, and then tilted his head at the tiny, freckled beauty.

“Who’s your friend, might I ask? She’s awfully pretty.” And would stand out among the rest of the crowd like a dove among ravens. What Fawn would discover soon enough was this party would be nothing she’s ever been to. Nothing a rich kid would throw. Completely and utterly illegal. Nothing an innocent sophomore should be exposed to.

“My entertainment.” Lucky coldly replied, giving his friend a stare that read: don’t think about it. A chuckle left the stranger’s lips, before he led the way to the underbelly of the church, “Well, I’m sure Our Lady will be just as entertained by your little… friend… as I am. I predict she’ll want to see her again. It’s refreshing. New faces. You know how she loves new faces.”

When they walked down the stairs, to the basement, a combat ring was revealed. It was halftime of Meg’s ‘extravagant’ production. There was a station of cots with a couple of unconscious men laying on them, beaten and bruised. Probably with broken bones. Lucky, keeping Fawn close to him, pushed through the crowd that all stood surrounding the ring. There were similar individuals dressed like the boy that was leading them, those individuals were collecting money and getting the mass to make bets on the next opponents. Think of this as when a group of church ushers collect money in an offering basket.

All for a good cause.

On stage, though? Meg and four other promiscuous girls were building the heat by touching themselves and dancing, essentially doing a strip tease, taking off all their baggy clothes, until they were down to their black EDM outfit, that gave off a ninja feel. Meg was the only one wearing full on red. The color of rage. Think Christina Aguilera’s Dirrty music video but to the song, I Fink U Freeky by Die Antwoord. The backup girls rested themselves on the rope behind them, to give Meg the spotlight. She was all about the spotlight.

Jumping high in the air and then dropping straight onto her knees, she aggressively popped her body to the music and let her hands slide down her stomach and to her… well, you know. Her eyes lit up when she looked through the crowd and caught sight of Lucky and this cutie. Like a tigress, she crawled forward toward a prey, that was beside Fawn and not Lucky. Just a random middle aged man.

The man was leaning in and holding dollar bills, like she was a professional stripper, when really, she was just a good performer. When she reached the man, she roughly pulled him into a kiss, forcing her tongue down his throat, before snatching the money from him and stuffing it in her bra.

The other girls sauntered to the side, in half, two left, two right, to lure in the opponents on opposite ends into the ring. Just teenage boys, shirtless, toned, but obviously young and ready to kill. Who knew you could make a profit off of anger?

Meg knew.

Standing up, she gestured the boys to come to her at the center, bringing them in a huddle, where they both were wrapped in her arms, “You know the rules, don’t disappoint me, lover boys. Winner takes on The Beast.” Releasing them, they humbly gave each other handshakes before going to their end of the ring and letting Meg finish her ringleader announcement, “Are you fuckers ready to see some BLOOD?!” The crowd went wild — this woman had unbelievable charisma.

“Fun fact, she’s 16.” Lucky slowly whispered at Fawn (making sure she could catch his lips move). “This is only one type of event she can throw. She’s been trying to get me to sign up again. It’s been… two months, exactly. Someone stopped coming and I grew bored.” After this person left, due to personal issues, Meg went out of her way to find The Beast to make sure she didn’t lose people because of the absence of a fan favorite.

“I CAN’T FUCKING HEAR YOU?” The crowd followed her every lead.

Now that the build up was over, the fight could begin.

To say Fawn was a little nervous as they approached the abandoned church would be an understatement, even more so as Lucky simply stood there after knocking on the door. But she trusted Lucky and felt safe by his side despite barely knowing much about him. It may end up backfiring on her but the little deer felt more… alive to put it in simple words. He didn’t treat her differently like many did due to her disability and made her feel more like a human than her parents ever did. It may make her naive or dumb, but due to those feelings she not only liked him but trusted him. So here she was, standing besides him as the church door creaked open.

The other boy’s appearance, mainly the mask, was odd to Fawn and it caused her to be distracted at first. Simply staring at his mask until she realized they were both talking and thus began paying attention to their lips. As the little deer was handed the white mask she saw what the boy Lucky knew said and subconsciously moved closer to Lucky as she placed the mask on her face.

As they began to move she kept close to Lucky, her small stature allowing her to slip through the people easily as they made their way through the crowd to the front. When she was finally able to focus on the girls, she became slightly entranced by the way they looked and moved. The little deer found it interesting and it also made her feel out of place in her simple, slightly oversized floral dress and knitted cardigan. The girl in red was the most intriguing, the way she interacted with the man beside Fawn was not something she was used to seeing. But everything happening, especially the upcoming fight only intrigued the small redhead instead of causing her to be scared or off put by Lucky. She was just curious what was going to happen next.

Lucky had no idea that his pursuit to scare Fawn was not working at all, and only showing how protective he was already over her. For now, he was curious at who this beast was because it’s been awhile since he attended one of these events. He glanced around to find anything that would appear to be an unusual looking fighter, but his keen eyes could not find someone ‘different’ in the sea of people. Bringing his attention back to the arena, where ruthless gladiators stood, he took note of the flickering in their stare. There was no fear, just invitational smiles. Whoever was The Beast, these two wanted to fight him, badly.

Was he… better than Owen?

The two in the ring circled one another, like confrontational lions, ready to rip the other to shreds. The fighter dressed in blue charged at the fighter dressed in white. It was obvious White fought defensively, while Blue was bullheaded and kept on the offense. They both, however, showed every ounce of power because they wanted to win. Meg had a way to make boys want things. When it comes to fights, especially illegal fights, there was no honor. No code. If you fought with either of those, you would lose in a matter of seconds. Here, you needed to win. For money. For pride. For anything but being humble.

White dodged Blue’s fist, eyes narrowed in determination, but as soon as he did that, Blue slammed his head back into White’s. That, however, turned into White tripping Blue with a kick, and causing Blue to fall back, giving White the apparent advantage.

Lucky knew how they were feeling, blood humming in their veins, anger encompassing every fiber of their being. They were unleashing their monster. White was brutalizing Blue’s face. Hit after hit. Blood pooling out of Blue’s mouth. Blue should’ve acted faster. Crimson leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted to the left. Everyone thought White had it in the bag, but somehow, Blue felt more inspired, more powerful, now that his face was fucked up. The tables turned, when Blue did a quick reversal, pulling White down, trapping his leg under him, overhooking his right arm over Blue’s arm, bridging his left foot, hips up, and swinging his left arm…

Now, he was on top. The offensive fighter, with definitely a harder punch, was back at where he had the power. Ready to reward White for the make over.

Watching the fighters, Fawn couldn’t help but think of them as animalistic. Their movement and the way they watched each other reminded her of some of the more violent things she had seen during her time spent in the forest sitting in the branches of the trees. She didn’t think much of what was about to happen until the first punch was thrown.

That first punch caused Fawn a bit of panic in the pit of her stomach and she couldn’t help as she hid her face for a moment with Lucky’s arm. The little deer for a brief second saw herself and her father in the place of Blue and White, it required her looking away and telling herself that it wasn’t happening to her and that she was safe by Lucky before she began watching again. By then Blue was on his back taking the beating from White and Fawn once again saw her father, but this time as the one getting the crap beat out of him. The thought was nothing more than a dream and she shook her head so she would stop with it, but as Blue flipped White onto his back and began to beat on him her mother was now the one taking the beating. It was through these two fighting that she was imagining her biggest wish, for her parents to be served the justice they deserve.

Fawn knew she didn’t deserve what happened to her during moments like this but her parents tried to keep her from feeling that, trying to make her feel worthless and like she deserved everything she got. But Fawn just held on for the day justice comes knocking there way, even if she can’t do anything herself to make it come faster. For now she’d just use moments like this to give her a bit more hope.

Lucky took notice of Fawn’s reactions to the fight. How she grew closer to him, hiding her face. How her body flinched to every punch that was thrown. He should’ve been happy about this, but he wasn’t. Actually, he felt like a jerk for exposing her to such vicious brutality. By now, the light had dimmed, so that all attention would be drawn to the lit arena. None of that mattered, though. Bringing his tall self down, so that his face was close to Fawn’s, he gently used his finger to turn her head towards him, so her eyes could see his lips in the dimmed room. “You alright?” he mouthed.

The sudden closeness of Lucky’s face caused a blush to burn onto her cheeks but she kept her eyes focused on him so she could see his lips. His gentleness and concern only increased her burn in her cheeks as she nodded in response to his question. She didn’t think it was worth pulling out her board and trying to write with such little space and light so hopefully the nod was enough for him. It wasn’t like she was lying though, she was fine now. At first the fight had been a lot for her but now Fawn just imagined her parents as the ones being beat up and she was okay with watching the fight.

She wasn’t the only one that felt the close proximity that their faces were at. His dark gaze dropped to her lips and there was a moment where he didn’t react, he just stared. He felt the desire to get closer and to feel how soft they were, but, he didn’t like it. And yet, he couldn’t change his position. Actually, his body was acting on its own and his head was naturally getting closer.

Fawn watched as his eyes dropped and she froze. She simply stared at him, her own eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips watching him. Then Lucky began to lean in, his warm breath hitting her face as he got closer and closer, her face growing warmer as her eyes began to flutter shut.

Their lips could almost taste the other’s…

Abruptly, the crowd started to rush around, pushing anyone and everyone, when police sirens could be heard. Ah, shit. They had to leave.

Now.

“Fucking shit.” Meg muttered. The Beast fight would have to wait for another night, at another venue, with a new theme. She, however, did gain a lot of money — even if there was no winner to the fight. Hey, nothing wrong with cheating people out of their money. They’d just have to come back next time to see the results and perhaps win big.

They wouldn’t win big. She chose The Beast for a reason. He was her money maker and together they’d con and scam foolish, hotheaded, and thirsty individuals, so that they brought the boss back money. In return, she got a pretty penny for her efforts. It was a good life.

His mind on high alert, Lucky grabbed Fawn’s hand, holding it tight, and led the way to their escape. Meg watched the two lovers from the ring, a faint smile gracing her face.

Her Lucky was whipped.

Power Rangers: The Next Generation {INVITE ONLY}

_{@Universorum @Lovely Complex}

Honestly, it may have been the most beautiful day of the year. The sun was high in the sky, bathing the city of Angel Grove in a pleasant warmth of seventy five degrees F, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It was warm, it was nice out… It was the perfect day to be outside! That is, if you weren’t dressed in a bright orange reflective vest, with giant, bold black lettering on the back that proudly declared you a member of the Cherub County Juvenile Delinquent System. Of the gathered, six though, only five of them wore Cherub County JDS vests — the sixth wore one that claimed she was a volunteer. Why someone would volunteer for this kind of punishment was anyone’s guess, but there she was.

It seemed to James that he could have been stuck with a worse fate. All things considered? His punishment could have far more severe, but rather than being locked up in a cell he was out here. For four hours, every Saturday for the next month and a half, he and this group of people would be picking up the shit people were too lazy to throw away in the provided trash cans. Building character, the judge had told him and Christian.

What the fuck kind of BS was that? Building character? What did that even mean?

James felt like he had a pretty good character. In fact, if someone were to ask him, he’d say that he got the shaft in this scenario. Really, he did! What he’d done was easy to defend. He, along with Christian, had gotten in a fight with some of the students from another school over something they said about James’s mother during a football game — the last one of the year, actually! There were worse fates than something as simple as a bout of community service, for that.

“Can I have your attention?”

James was snapped out of his trance by the voice of the grey haired man who was standing in front of all of them.

“Welcome to community service. You’re all here for different reasons, but your goal is the same nonetheless: building character.”

Why did they keep saying that?

“We’ll be starting here, at Angel Grove Park, and we’ll go from there. Please, just pick up the trash. I’ll be reviewing your work every day to my superiors — both as individuals, and as a team. I’m not a slave driver, so you can interact with each other if you want to, you all look like you’re the same age...ish. Trust me, I’ve done this a hundred times, and the whole thing will be a lot easier if you just buckle down and do it.”

He paused for a moment, and James tightened his grip on his garbage poker and bag, preparing for the mission ahead, before the man spoke again.

“Oh, go ahead and introduce yourselves. Might as well…”

Not even seconds later, nearly cutting the old man off, Everly Styles, the one that volunteered, stepped forward, ready to be the first to speak. As per usual, there was unassailable confidence in her gaze. That gaze that scanned everyone else with scrutiny. The girl who never showed failure, always displayed utmost prominence, and was undoubtedly here for no one else but herself.

Everly. The classic, type-A overachiever, who could easily slip in with the mean girls, if she wasn't a bigger bitch than them. A girl with a few labels, but no depth beyond that.

There are some individuals who assume she is a third wave feminist because of how argumentative she can be in class. It's simply because she cannot hold her tongue when she knows others are wrong. High school would end and those particular girls were catty. A total waste of time. As far as her peers were concerned, she's just another trust fund baby.

And yet... her reality?

Well, she was kind of a loner.

Was she truly here for herself? Absolutely not. She was here to not disappoint the only person she cared about. Her father. She didn't care much about helping the world. Since when did she owe the world anything? Why should she care about anyone else? Internally, she wasn't looking forward to this equally as much as everyone else. However, for her father and for her resume, she would participate and get her hands dirty.

Make a difference and build character!

Ew, what does that even mean?

No one specified a dress code, so again, unlike the others, the volunteer was dressed in an everyday casual outfit that didn't suit the work they would be doing. Her casual outfits and outfits in general usually incorporated a skirt. This outfit was no exception.

The volunteer did dress down more so than usual, hardly as fashionable as she would prefer, but she was dressed down nevertheless. Everly would not be caught in pants unless she was absolutely forced to. The old man couldn't complain. She was here on her own free will! To 'build character'. The plan was to work and hardly break a sweat. Watch. She'd clean up this park in a jiffy (yeah right).

"I suppose I'll start us off. Hello, everyone." Everly glowed, her smile never faltering — as fake as it was. "I'm Everly. Everly Styles. Not that surnames are important or anything." Her father was a pretty big deal in science. "You're more than welcome to call me Evie, if saying Everly is too hard for you." What a cheeky girl. "I do so look forward to cleaning up things around here. Someone has to do it. Might as well be us!"

There. She spoke and now she was done.

The old man seemed lost for words.

Power Rangers: The Next Generation {INVITE ONLY}

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