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“Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you'll find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding. But theres also the chance that the person you can count on for a lifetime, the person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself, is the same person who's been standing beside you all along."-- Marion St. Claire

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While Alana Kingsley had been caught up in her self-pity party, Jenna Moore had been keeping busy. Between the rapid sales of her special pastries, her job at the pizzeria and the party planning alongside Aria, the week had flown by. To kick off the first social event of the semester, Jen had chosen to wear a beige halter crop top, high-waisted black shorts, black tights and her trusty pair of black hi-top converse sneakers. To close everything off, she’d paired her look with the gold medallion necklace her mom had given her for her last birthday and the pink heart earrings she’d scored at a secondhand store that summer. Because of Aria’s request to bring as much of her product as she could he’d spent less time than she’d wanted on her makeup.

Although the attendees began to make their appearances after eight, Jenna had arrived at the party long before it was scheduled to start. Between her and Aria, they had transformed the empty space into one appropriate for a party: setting up the tables, snacks, drinks, and activities. The bonfire had been lit as soon as the sun had gone down, and when Rich arrived with his car stereo, the preparations had been completed.

The curvy girl had been making the rounds around the party when she spotted a familiar head of curly hair walking around the area. Before she could talk herself out of it, Jenna had rushed over to her and wrapped her arms around Morgan from behind. “Hey, babe,” JK greeted the dark-skinned girl, planting a kiss on her neck before letting her go with a grin. “Been a while, huh?”

I'm sorry if I seem uninterested
Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent
Truly, I ain't got no business here
But since my friends are here
I just came to kick it but really
I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don't even care about my well being
I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party
I'll be here, somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana
With this boy who's hollering I can hardly hear
Over this music I don't listen to and I don't wanna get with you
So tell my friends that I'll be over here

Oh, here. Oh, here.
I ask myself: what am I doing here?
Oh, here. Oh, here.
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here

The initial excitement Alana had felt over the beginning of senior year had faded rather quickly- and not in the academic department. Her attempt at having some alone time with Alex on the first day of school had been a bust, and for the rest of the week they’d only spent about less than five minutes a day in each other’s company. Whenever she had time to stop and really think, she began to entertain the possibility that maybe things between her and Alex weren’t really meant to be after all. No matter how hard they tried, there was always some prior commitment, unforeseen circumstance, or jam-packed schedule getting in their way. Of course, this was just the Negative Nancy side of her coming out to play mind games. At the end of the day, no matter how badly the odds were stacked against them, Lana knew she would try her best to make things work with her beloved.

Adding insult to injury, Aramintah had been insisting they all attend the lakeside party that Friday, knowing fully well it wasn’t her Alana’s scene. But after thinking about it for a second, she realized it was the perfect opportunity to spend some much needed time with Alex (even if they did have to sneak around the party too). And after some convincing and promises to make it up to him, the young man had agreed to go.

So that Friday, after working her shift at the diner, coming home to scour through her closet for the perfect outfit and getting ready, Alana took an Uber to the lakeside location. She made sure to text Alex an apology for being late and a notification that she was on the way, and not even five minutes later she arrived at her destination. Her blue eyes quickly scanned the premises as soon as she arrived, looking for the culprits behind her attendance. She’d first noticed the usual suspects: the thorns, Rich, JK, Aria… Finally, her eyes fell on the other two thirds of LaME, and she wasted no time in sprinting over to their side.

“Why do you guys make me do this?” Alana whined to Minty and Eli, pouting and visibly uncomfortable with being present at this party. But when she spotted Alex in the distance, looking more handsome than ever under the light of the flames, her annoyance vanished into thin air. Looking around to make sure nobody was looking, Lana offered her secret boyfriend a discreet wink before turning back to her friends.
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Congratulations on reaching over 500 posts, Royals! Thank you for sticking around through the good, the bad and the ugly like the true MVPs you all are. I love every single one of you to pieces, and here's to hoping we do 500 more.
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Congratulations on reaching over 500 posts, Royals! I love every single one of you to pieces, and here's to hoping we do 500 more.

I know this is hella late but I did it okay 😂❤
Interested in potions professor depending on the amount of interest this gathers

The second Monday of the new year marked a very important day in the lives of twenty-three high school seniors. Their eventful Christmas break had ended, and the Royals were once again back and ready to start their final semester at King's Academy. After a long thirteen and a half years full of ups and downs, the conclusion of their mandatory schooling was quickly approaching, and with it came a whirlwind of emotions. Some students were glad to finally put an end to this chapter of their lives. Some were already busy with the final preparations for their upcoming college career. Others, who had been at the school since they were in preschool, experienced a bittersweet feeling when thinking of leaving everything they had ever known behind. And some hadn't stopped to think about it at all.

Whatever the case, it was a new semester, with five and a half months of opportunities to make the best of it.

"Just leave me alone, Warren…” Archer sighed as he slid down to the floor. His winter break had been stressful to say the least. When his brother Warren had come home from Harvard for the holidays, it had been a constant cat and mouse game- with Archer trying to avoid his brother as much as possible and Warren trying to corner him at every turn.

“Come on, Arch… I just want to talk.” Warren’s muffled voice came from behind the door. A long silence filled the air, and the only sound was breathing coming from the two brothers on either side of the door. “You promised me on the phone…” Warren finally broke the silence. “You said we would talk about what happened.” he continued.

A huge sigh escaped Archer as he covered his face with his hands. It would seem he was trapped. But he really didn’t want to do this with Warren. He didn’t want to relive his darkest moments where he had done something terrible- especially with his brother, who had been one of the factors to him doing said terrible thing. He looked around his room to find something, anything, to get him out of this situation. His green eyes fell on the big oak tree outside of his window: a tree he had used many times when sneaking out with Marisol.

"Okay, Warren… Just… Let me collect myself. Just wait downstairs. I’ll be down in like 5 minutes.” He lied as he stood back up.

“Sure, ok. I’ll wait in the kitchen. You want something to drink?” Warren asked.

"No, I’m fine.”

Archer waited for Warren’s footsteps to disappear down the stairs before opening his window as wide as it would go. The oak tree's branches were still thick enough to support his weight, but getting out of the tree was still very hard for Archer. He kind of had to shimmy his way down the tree trunk before not so graciously jumping down to the ground.

Quickly, he got into his rusty SAAB, which thankfully was parked in the driveway. In a swift move, Archer backed out and drove off without any plan of where he was driving. Soon enough, he was parking his car outside the Surf Shack. A small walk later, the tall boy was sitting by the beach, blankly staring out at the crashing waves. Maybe he needed to talk to someone about this? But not with Warren. There was no way he could handle that right now.

Without really knowing why he was doing it, he had taken out his phone and composed a text message to his best friend:

"Hey Mari. What are you up to? Can you meet me at our spot behind the Surf Shack? I kind of need to talk."

When Marisol received the text message of Archer wanting to meet up, the alarm bells started ringing immediately. It wasn't the fact that he was requesting her presence that made her suspicious, but the . Normally, whenever . Frowning, she quickly typed up her response to his message, her thumbs flying across the screen of her phone. And as soon as she pressed "Send", she was grabbing her skateboard and heading out the door.

"Be there in 10"
"Everything ok???"

Archer ignored his phone buzzing next to him as he lay on the blanket, running his fingers through the fine sand. His mind was swirling with thoughts as he listened to the crashing waves of the ocean. Was he ready to share his deepest secret? Only two people knew what he had done… Well three now, apparently. The young man snapped back to reality as his best friend plopped down next to him in record time.

Marisol took a moment to stare at the tall, lanky boy next to her. The lack of any sort of greeting only added to the growing state of alarm, as did the lack of acknowledgement of her presence. For whatever reason, Archer seemed to be distracted, lost in some unknown, faraway thoughts. When you've known someone since the age of five, it was easy to tell when things were off. And today, there was definitely something wrong with Archer.

"Is everything okay?" the young woman asked him gently, concern dripping from her voice.

Archer turned his head slowly to look up at Marisol. “Yeah…” he sat up, brushing his hands off on his pants. "I don’t know… Maybe not.” He pulled up his knees so they sat under his chin and continued to stare out at the ocean. "Warren is home…”he continued quietly. “And he is…”
Archer hesitated, still unsure if he was ready to talk about it- even if it was with Marisol, who always did what she thought was best for him. She was the one who he came out to first and she supported him through everything.

But how would she react to this? Would she be mad that he had kept his suicide attempt from her this long?

"You know last summer before we went off to that crappy camp?” he asked her, a slight tremor in his voice.

"Yeah…?" she cautiously responded, frowning and scooting closer to him. For someone who was always so open and honest about everything, Archer's body language was extremely guarded, and the more he spoke, the more Mari's levels of worry increased.

His legs were shaking now and Archer was chewing on his lower lip, trying to figure out how he was going to go about this. "You know how I was very hard to get a hold of for some time?” At the time he had made up some lie about being away to Harvard to help out with Warren’s move. He could feel the wet build up in the corners of his eyes, and his breathing became a little bit faster and heavier. “Mari… I did something really bad…” he finally turned to his best friend, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Okay, Marisol was really scared now. "Archer, honey, what's wrong? What happened? What did you do?" she asked him in barely more than a whisper, placing her hands on his shoulders in an attempt to keep him stable and unknowingly holding her breath while she awaited his answer.

Under her hand Archer’s shoulders were shaking as he cried. “I- I. It was just…” he started but stopped wiping his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt. He took a steadying breath before he looked Marisol in the eyes and just let go.

He told her everything. How he had had enough, how he felt alone and how he was so so tired of how his days looked like. How he made up his mind that it would just be for the best if he didn’t exist. He told her about he took the chance when his parents actually was helping Warren move. He told her that he emptied his mothers sleeping pills and took them with the vodka they had bought of that strange dude. He also confessed to her that it was his brother’s girlfriend that had found him and brought him back… saved him. He spoke fast and low. The whole time he felt guilt that it had taken this long for him to tell his very best friend about his darkest days.

"... and then I made her promise to never tell anyone. But apparently she and Warren broke up. The idiot has found someone new… and I guess Katie was angry and told Warren and now…” He stopped to look at his friend. “I’m sorry Mari…”

Meanwhile the wide-eyed Marisol listened to Archer's story in a shocked silence, feeling her heart sinking with his every word. As a clinically-diagnosed bipolar person, she definitely knew firsthand that mental illnesses had an evil way of twisting your insecurities around, and could see the possible reasons behind his thought process. But even with this in mind, the short girl was struggling to believe that even with the unwavering support of her and her family, Archer had thought things would be better without him.

And frankly? The fact that she’d been so terrifyingly close to losing one of the people she loved the most in her life was too much to bear.

Mere seconds after he’d finished speaking, Mari wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could and started to sob uncontrollably on his shoulder.

Archer sunk into his small friends embrace burying his face in her silky hair. “I’m so sorry Mari…” his muffled voice whispered.

"I- just-" she hiccuped each word in between sobs. "I- don't- want- to- lose- you! You’re- my- best- friend- and- I- love- you!"

Archer pulled away and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you too... I mean, I’m obviously happy it turned out like it did… and I’m better now, thanks to you and Kavan.” he wiped his eyes as he straightened up again. "But Warren won’t stop trying to talk about it back home. I’m just… not ready to talk to him about it. But what if he tells mom and dad?” he sighed.

It took Marisol a moment to compose herself, allowing her sobs to slowly subside until she could finally make up coherent words. "It's not his place to do that…" she croaked, grabbing a napkin from her backpack and loudly blowing her nose. "Would you like to stay a few days over at my house?"

He shook his head and let out a little chuckle "That has never stopped Warren before…" he chucked a small stone out towards the ocean. He brushed his hands together to get rid of the sand as he turned to face Marisol again. "Do you think your parents would be ok with that?" He asked more out of habit than anything. He always stayed over at the Castillo's but he always felt like he was being a nuisance anyway.

"Duuuuuh!" Mari said, rolling her eyes and giving him a shaky smile, slowly returning to normal. "You're family at this point. Just bring over a bag of clothes and we'll set you up in the spare bedroom. It's definitely no big deal. You can spend the rest of the holidays with people who love and care about you."

A tearful Archer enveloped the smaller girl in a tight embrace. "Thank you for always having my back. I really do love you" he whispered as he let go of her. He wiped his eyes one final time before standing up holding out his arm toward his best friend.

“I love you more, Archie. Never forget that.”

Featuring Ariana Mossos and Mr. Jace Russo

The youngest member of the Mossos clan had spent the majority of the holidays with her large family in Greece, and away from one of her favorite people in the world. The sights, activities and time spent with everyone kept her entertained for the most part, but the brunette’s thoughts always went back to him whenever she was alone. Three weeks had seemed like forever without his kisses, his burning touch on her skin, and the rush of adrenaline of the forbidden relationship they shared. So when Ariana finally got the text message she’d been praying for since the day of her arrival to Florida, she was unable to hold back the squeals of excitement. She quickly lied to informed her parents she'd be spending the weekend with one of her friends, packed her overnight back with his favorite selections of lingerie (and some new acquisitions she'd purchased during her trip) and made the short trip down the familiar streets of Crown Heights and to his cozy home.

Ariana pressed the doorbell once, and was quickly greeted by a tall, bearded man with black hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing nothing but those gray sweatpants that drove her crazy. Grinning, she took a second to hungrily and shamefully stare at his chiseled features before speaking. "You called, Daddy?" she asked the man innocently, looking up at him with kittenish eyes but with that suggestive smirk on her juicy cherry gloss-covered lips.

The last few weeks of Christmas vacation had given Mr. Jace Russo time to do the usual nothing with his life. The winter break of the most attractive male teacher of King's Academy had consisted of grading a few tests, visiting family and watching football with his friend Brent. While he hadn’t been counting down the days until his favorite student got back from vacation, he did have the date carved into the back of his mind. Giving her a good day or two to settle back in, he had finally sent her the classic: “I miss you. You should come see me” text. It wasn’t a lie: he did miss her from time to time. However, his message had been more code than sincerity. And luckily enough for him, the young woman had picked up on the hint.

”Welcome back, Princess,” he responded, looking down at her. Moving from the doorway back into the living room, he turned down the volume on the TV as Ariana made her way inside. ”How was Greece?”

"Ugh, exhausting!" she huffed, slipping her sneakers off by the door and making a beeline straight for the refrigerator to grab one of the pink lemonade bottles her favorite teacher kept in stock for her. "As much as I love traveling, I was so ready to be back home. Don't get me wrong: I had a lot of fun, obviously," the brunette explained, hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter, opening her lemonade bottle and taking a long sip. "The sights and the shopping were fabulous, as always. But you know how big my family is. There were my grandparents, my parents, my siblings, my cousin Romeo and his girlfriend, my aunt and my other cousins… It was a circus! With the amount of people around me all the time, there were times that I felt so suffocated. I felt like I couldn't even take a shower without feeling like someone was hovering over my shoulder!"

Setting the remote back down on the coffee table, Jace made his way over to the kitchen to stand in front of her, resting his hands on her thighs as she spoke.

”Hopefully now that you're back you can relax,” he said, reaching his hand up to brush her hair behind her right ear. ”Do you want anything to eat? You know I’d be more than glad to fix you something.”

"Wow, dinner tonight and everything? I'm in for a treat," she teased, letting out a small laugh before throwing her arms around his neck. "I already ate back home, but I wouldn't say no to some dessert."

He couldn’t help but smirk at her comment before leaning down to kiss her. ”Always quick to the chase, aren’t you?”

Ariana's flirtatious laughter filled the kitchen. "Always," she murmured, taking some time to return his kiss with some additional passion and pulling away only after she was breathless. "I was away from you for three weeks, Jacey. You can't tell me you didn't miss me as much as I missed you."

“You know I did. I couldn’t even pretend that I hadn’t missed you if I tried. I don’t have that much will power.” He stepped away from her momentarily to grab a drink from the fridge. ”I heard from Amanda yesterday. Oh, joy. She’s back in full swing in New York. Can’t say I blame her after the hell that was the reunion. Remind me to never go to one of those things again, would you?”

The mention of Jace's ex-girlfriend always brought a rather comical expression to the brunette's face: the scrunched-up face you make when you step on a turd with your favorite high heels on. Ariana hadn't had the 'pleasure' of meeting Amanda Woodall in person, but from what she'd gathered, the blonde was a nightmare. How her charming, fun, outgoing and beloved teacher had gotten tangled up with someone like that was a question the young woman would always ask herself.

"I mean, I did tell you it was a bad idea. But you're both stubborn and a masochist, so there was nothing I could have said or done to keep you here," she scolded him with a shrug and a roll of the eyes. "But anyway: moving on. What did Little Miss Dragon Lady want with you now?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

”Oh, you know… Just wanted to catch up, let me know she was twelve weeks pregnant, and wish me a Merry Christmas. Just the usual stuff.”

Ariana nearly choked on the sip of lemonade she'd taken from the bottle just seconds before Jace dropped this bombshell on her. "What?!" she cried out, frowning at the man while her heart raced a million miles a minute, just like the stream of questions coming out of her mouth. "Babe, please don't tell me it's yours. Because it can't be yours, right? You told me you stopped seeing her months ago. Right?"

”Of course it’s not mine! Thank God. And yeah, I did stop seeing her forever ago. I wouldn’t lie to you.” He took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. ”But yeah. She went back to Benjamin, so I guess they ended up working things out. It’s his kid.”

The young woman watched the man carefully for a few silent seconds, taking in his gestures and expressions. She could tell the news had done a number on him, even if he was trying to act unbothered about it. Of course, the young Mossos was never one to shy back from seeking the truth, even if it hurt. And in the complex case that was Amanda and Jace, she'd peel the band-aid right off if it meant her darling's wounds would heal faster.

"Do you still love her, Jacey?" Ariana asked him in a voice barely louder than a whisper, waiting for his answer with bated breath.

Her question took him by surprise. While he thought that he was used to her bluntless after all this time, it still caught him off guard from time to time. He looked her in the eyes, seeing the slightly worried look there. Why she was worried - he didn’t know. As far as Jace knew, this was still just a casual thing to Ariana - even if he thought he felt different? Jace pushed away the thought and answered her question.

”No. No, I don’t.” He opened his drink, taking a sip before speaking again. ”We’ve always been complicated, but in the end, we both knew it wouldn’t work. We both agree that we’re still good friends. If she ever needs me, I’ll do my best to be there. But as far as loving her? No,” the man stated, shaking his head.

"Okay." Ariana murmured, letting out the breath she'd been holding and taking the last few sips of her drink. The young woman was fully aware that what she and Jace had was a friends with benefits type of deal between two consenting adults. But although romantic feelings weren’t supposed to be involved, Ari cared enough about her lover to know that he deserved much more than Amanda The Toxic Dragon Lady. "You know, for someone so smart, that Amanda's kind of an idiot," the brunette declared, setting her empty lemonade bottle on the counter next to her and wrapping her arms around Jace. "I can't believe she'd let you go like that. I would never do that to you."

Listening to her words, Jace smirked. ”You sure about that?” he asked in a joking tone as to try and hide how serious he was. ”I mean, you have college… cheerleading…. Wouldn’t an old man just hold you back?”

Ariana's laughter filled the kitchen space. "Okay, first of all: you are not old. Are you slightly older than me with a degree, a career and your own home? Yes. But that doesn't mean you're old, Jace. Hell, some of the other guys you teach fucking wish they looked like you. So let's get that dumb thought out of the way, okay?" she told him, playfully tapping his nose with her index finger. "And second of all, who says I can't go to college, be a cheerleader and the world's best girlfriend to you at the same time? You know me, love: I can multitask."

Jace laughed quietly. "My knees pop when I stand up sometimes, but I guess you have a point," he replied. "Just sort of always thought you would get a scholarship and move away or something. But no matter what you decide, I'll be here to support you."

"A scholarship?" she repeated, letting out another round of laughter and shaking her head. "My grades aren't even that great, and even if I were to get a cheer scholarship, I'll stay right here. I'm not letting some other chick take my place."

”Fine, fine. But just promise me if some great opportunity comes knocking at your door you won’t turn it down, okay?”

"Yes, father," Ariana replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him. She hated when Jace made comments like that. She knew they came from a place of genuine concern for her and her future, but it made him sound so much like her father that it killed any other feeling she could have for him. "Are we done with the lecture, Mr. Russo? Because I didn't come all the way down here for you to play guidance counselor with me. That’s Mrs. Quinn’s job, not yours."

He held his hands up defensively. ”I know. Mushy stuff isn’t your forte,” Jace said jokingly.

Ariana rolled her eyes again and shook her head. “It’s not the mushy stuff I have a problem with, Jacey,” she explained, wrapping her arms around the dark-haired man again. “It’s when you start lecturing me and acting like a wrinkly old man. You’re my daddy, not my father. There’s a difference.”

Of course. How many times had Jace said or done things to remind them both of the apparent age gap? While Ariana would reassure him time and time again, something told him that this wouldn’t be forever. Sadly, he couldn’t help but hope.

”Apologies, love. Did you wanna grab a shower or something? I know that show of yours was coming on soon. What was it called again?”

"A show?" she repeated in disbelief, staring at him for a few seconds to see if he was being serious before bursting out in laughter. "I haven't seen you in three weeks, and you think I came all the way down here to watch a show with you?"

”Well isn’t Netflix and Chill a thing now?” he asked, a smirk on his face. Of course he was only joking now. Hopefully she would understand that.

The laugh from before was now a knowing little giggle, with Ariana visibly perked up now. She shot him a mischievous smirk and a playful wink. “Oh thank God. I was starting to think you didn’t miss me as much as you said you did…” she purred, pulling on the elastic band of his sweatpants.

The smirk now more of a smile of joy, Jace took Ariana’s head between his hands before kissing her slowly. He had missed her. Terribly, at that. Was it wrong for him to admit? No… he didn’t think it was.

"You know I have, Kitten,” he said, taking her right hand in his while leading her down the hallway. ”Now come on. I think it’s time we finally dropped the chit chat and celebrated your return.”

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