Hey Im Jordan

Free Pass; Season 1: Beginning of the End

Westworth Colorado.

A small, unincorporated town of exactly 1,234 people, nestled in the foothills north of the Denver-Aurora-Lakewood Metropolitan area, in Jefferson county, Westworth is home to… almost nothing, really. A grocery store, a small general store and combination gas station, a diner, a lumber mill, and a hangout spot complete with arcade games, pizza, billiards, and even a small 4-lane bowling alley (though the leftmost lane is almost always out of order). Most people that live there work out of town, have worked at the mill almost all their lives, or are in high school and work at the diner, the gas station, or the small general store.

It’s very much small town, USA. The people are a relatively close knit community overall, sure some people have issues with others, but for the most part matters like that are kept private. Everyone is civil in person, and there’s always the occasional city festival that draws everyone together.

There isn’t a lot given to do, so the kids of the town have to make shit to do: floating down the river to the lake, throwing rocks at tree, getting crossfaded and camping out in the middle of the woods, racing dirtbikes up and down the riverbanks and trying to build awesome motocross tracks, getting so drunk you can barely walk straight and trying to play hide and go seek in the dead of the night in the woods, firing off a few rounds of your father’s handgun at a tree… Truth be told, no one cares what you do, as long as you’re not disturbing the peace.

Cops? Please, the only cop here is an ancient sheriff that collects a monthly paycheck from the state and mostly relaxes in his home. You wanna ride your uninsured, unlicensed, not fully street legal ATV to school? Go for it, he doesn’t care, you don’t even have to wear helmets.

Nobody cares, do what you want.

You and your classmates are struggling to make it through your last two years of high school, juniors. Your twenty-three person class has been together as long as you can remember. Some of the kids started in the preschool at Westworth Unified School District. There are a few ‘newbies,’ but in a town like Westworth a newbie could be someone who joined the school like two years ago. Others are students that thought they might like a larger high school in Denver or something, but ended up coming back, after missing the tighter knit community of the tiny high school.

Your classmates, while not always your friends, are your teammates. You’ve been on stupid field trips with them, like in fifth grade, when you all went and stayed in a youth hostel, with everyone nestled close together, and then there was the time you went to a stupid ‘teambuilding camp’ in middle school and spent almost an entire week doing nothing but trust exercises with your classmates, but hey, at least you didn’t have to go to class for it.

Now, your class is mostly concerned with raising enough money to take a sweet senior trip; your parents always talk about how they went to Disneyland in California for theirs, or how they went on a road trip to NYC. Well, you’re gonna do ‘em one better.

The hard part is going to be making all the fucking cash...

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LOCATION — The road
INTERACTIONS — Each other _{(@lovely complex, @Universorum)};; Text & Mention of Audrey _{(@Dirty Pretty Lies)}
TIME — Ew. Seriously? A fucking Denny’s?

To: Lyssy, Evie
Can you girls meet me at the Denny’s on Fifth? I’m sick and hungry and I need emotional support. :(

Audrey

Alyssa had planned to wake up, eat breakfast, cooked by her personal 5-star chef, and then do something cute with Evelyn for the day.

But noooooo, instead she was in the car heading toward a bloody Denny’s, like some dirty trailer trash, hippie, hillbilly, plebeian. God, what did they even serve at Denny’s? Could she even drink their water? It was probably from the fucking tap, which was fed by ancient, rust encrusted piping laid in the fucking 50s. So, no. She couldn’t drink their water. And their food? Urgh, it made her stomach churn just thinking about it.

Disgusting.

”Why a bloody Denny’s? Are Audrey’s taste buds fucking broken?! Ugh.” Alyssa blew at the strands of blonde hair that had fallen to cover her eyes and scowled, looking toward the driver’s seat, occupied as always, by her Butler, as if the Queen expected him to solve this issue himself.

Butler though, perhaps wisely, chose not to say a word.

One person in the car could stay silent, the other one could not. Primarily because if both did not respond, Alyssa would feel ignored and Eve did not want to deal with the repercussions of her own actions for not replying to her demanding darling. Tapping a pen on her opened composition notebook with manuscript paper, the page titled: Fatal Attraction, Be My Sin, the Raven glanced over at her Dove and lightly shrugged in response, “That boy’s done a number on her.”

By that, she simply meant Audrey was turning into a lovesick puppy, who couldn’t stop thinking about Troy’s D and whose habits were changing for the worse. The songstress didn’t care that much. If Audrey was happy with food like Troy and Denny’s, that was her own prerogative. Eve would support both her friends - in her own way, which usually entailed her not doing much besides be there to listen and give occasional commentary.

”I ought to kill him. I bet if I told Butler to, he’d do it.”

Butler nodded.

”See? Told you. Whatever. Drive us to the Denny’s, so I can ruin my entire life by eating some…” Alyssa rolled her eyes in disgust, before speaking in a mock southern accent, ”French fried potaterrrs.” After his charge spoke, Butler shrugged his shoulders and took the turn, away from the restaurant Alyssa had been considering, and toward the ‘Denny’s on Fifth.’ Couldn’t be that hard to find, after all, they were only in one of the most populated cities in the country--couldn’t be that hard to find the glorified fast food restaurant.

Fucking teenagers.

While the ferocious blonde raged, Eve took a moment to text her other friend with her free hand, since she already knew Alyssa would not. Truly, this was for her own sake because she didn’t need one of her friend’s feeling ignored and the other one being bitter as fuck.

To: Huntsberg, Audrey
Omw. With Lys. Sys.

Evelyn

Alyssa shook her head and turned to face Eve, ”Regardless, we ought to focus on the business at hand--that is to say, not Audrey’s new boytoy, the savage. But, Dominique, the one who aspires to, ahem, ‘reclaim’ her throne--something that was honestly never hers to begin with. If she wishes to contend for that which belongs to me, I shall crush her like a fly. Send her crying and sobbing back to whatever godforsaken hole she crawled out of.” Alyssa delicately rubbed at the upper eyelid of her left eye with her right index finger. ”We ought to attack where she’s weakest. I’m thinking Ty’s girlfriend, or perhaps her parents divorce. Opinions?”

Before replying to the blonde beaut, Eve scribbled down in rushed cursive on her notebook.

Lead astray the gazers
The razors on your seducing skin

After bringing the pen to her lip and subconsciously biting at the end, she breezily responded, “Ty’s girlfriend is the easiest to influence, but it’s her twin who could hurt Dominique the most. Use one person, to use another, which could also involve verbal attacks of the divorce and other touchy subjects... ” The way Eve talked was like she was listing possible routes and paths they could take in her head, constantly reeling with thoughts, “The difference between you and her is well, you have loyalty on your side. She does not.” Her pen went back to the paper and she traced down more lyrics.

In the meadow of sinful thoughts

”See, the major issue there… is, frankly, Isabel is a bitch.” Cold hard truth. Alyssa was pretty much right, Juliana’s sister was indeed a bitch--luckily, Alyssa didn’t have to see her very often, most of the time Ty stuck to just the one that liked him. Probably for the best. ”If we tell Juliana that popularity comes with being our friend, then we’ve won the battle. Because, god knows she’ll believe it. Poor child is so gullible… Which, I assume, is how Ty got her to date him. As we both know, no one with a brain would willingly spend time with him…”

“I never thought you to back down from a challenge. Juliana is shielded like a child. Sure, we can get inside her head, but I’m pretty positive she’ll forget our words once Ty or Isabel are in the picture.” Evelyn nodded her head to the music playing in her mind. “And they are always in the picture.”

Every flower’s perfect

Placing her pen down, the Raven glanced out the window to see where they were. Not much longer, yet with LA traffic… their time would be doubled. Ten minutes, perhaps. Turning her body toward Alyssa, with her hands resting on top of her unfinished song, Eve added, “I’m not saying going straight to Julie and planting our seed is a bad idea. We should still do that, definitely. BUT, to guarantee positive results, we should… take hold of the soil and water that nurtures the flower.”

”Yes, well. We’ll have to see if I’m dead or not after I eat at this place. Which, I might be, by the way, given that it’s probably thrown on the ground before it’s brought to us. That reminds me, Butler. Make sure you’re prepared to execute the waiter that brings me the wrong meal. Because I want him dead, or fired, on the spot. If necessary, purchase the goddamn Denny’s and we’ll personally smash it to the ground.” Alyssa brushed hair out of her eyes and groaned, ”anyway, I suppose you’re right. Ty does have a tendency to consistently be a problem. I don’t know. Probably could buy Isabel an ice rink. Bet she’d be ours then.”

“I guess that depends on what you want. Do you want her to side with you or to be made neutral? Both routes would cause Domi to go under.... besides being ‘nice’ and smart, what else does Miss ‘Queen Bee’ have to offer? Twins that are out for themselves and a miserable home life. Easy.” Eve was not shakened or bothered by the task at hand. All Alyssa had to do was say the word and she would give a cruel reality check to all those that got in their way. Like she said before, Alyssa had loyalty on her side, which was far more powerful than most people realized.

”Doesn’t matter. Though, with those pesky Elite back, I’m sure she’ll be at my home more often than I would like. So maybe on our side would be ideal… I don’t even know who those football players think they are. They just show up at my house whenever they want and ruin my day. It’s awful,” as Alyssa was speaking, the car rolled to a stop and the driver’s door opened, opening Alyssa’s door. Alyssa stepped outside of the car and glanced at Evelyn, ”come along, darling. Let’s go enjoy the fucking Denny’s on bloody fifth.”

^{Eve's lyrics are from the song: She is My Sin by Nightwish.}

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@HushedWhispersstill here

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@HushedWhispersyes

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@Universorum do it. You won't. No balls.

@lovely complex

<Snipped quote by Universorum>

Make that two sweetheart

@Ace of flames01

i'm goingb to suplex both of you through the wall

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LOCATION — Alyssa's Castle
INTERACTIONS — Each other _{(@lovely complex, @Universorum)}
TIME — Don’t leave I’m still tired

There was a lot to do.

Regardless of that, it was a Saturday--and Alyssa would sleep in, no matter what there was to do. No matter how many Elite scum were in her castle’s walls, no matter how many Eves were in her bed, no matter how many false queens returned to take her crown, Alyssa would sleep in. And sleep in she did. Though, at 5:37 am, when her girlfriend woke and tried to scurry out of the bed, Alyssa’s eyes cracked open and she tired called out: ”Stay. Pretty please, with an extra sweet strawberry on toooooop?” Alyssa asked, yawning out the last word, rubbing at her eyes. She knew it was no use though, Evelyn was awake and would leave.

“You know I can’t.” Eve grabbed a hair tie off of Alyssa’s dresser and wrapped her hair up quickly. As much as the Raven would love to stay by her lady’s side, she didn’t want to keep her up by tossing and turning nor did she want to stare at the ceiling for hours, dealing with the restlessness of her mind. She liked not rushing in the morning, which entailed taking a leisure shower, eating a toasted bagel with cream cheese and jam, and playing the piano until the sunrise (just before the clock striked 7). After tightening the band that kept her bathrobe closed, Eve went to Alyssa’s bedside and kissed her forehead, “I won’t be far and I’ll fix you something to eat.” Her expression was soft, even if there was no smile, “Plus.” She brushed blonde strands out of her girlfriend’s face, “I’m all your’s today. Turns out they overbooked the studio, so I’ll be going in tomorrow instead.”

”...you’re always all mine. Don’t let them make you think otherwise…” Alyssa yawned, shifting comfortably underneath the blankets, gravitating toward the warm spot that Evelyn had left in the bed, shutting her eyes once more. ”Fine, fine. Go, go. Leave me alone and cold.” She grumbled with discontent, hugging one of the pillows Eve had left. Sleep was calling.

Eve’s hazel orbs took in Alyssa’s face as she drifted back to sleep. Faintly, nearly inaudible, she whispered, “If you don’t give me a reason to… I will never leave you.”

Inside of the sunroom, not too far from the the back entrance that led to the patio, pool, and gardens, Evelyn, who was already showered and dressed for her day, let her thin fingers glide on the keys of Alyssa’s fine, walnut wood grand piano. The song that she was playing wasn’t one of her own but it was a song that she found herself playing often in the early mornings. Our Farewell by Within Temptation. The song was released in the year 2000, when she was two, but didn’t hold much meaning for her until the year 2010, when her life shifted from blissful ignorance to meaningless acceptance. The year she discovered the dark, sad, and unfortunate circumstances of her existence and the year she lost the one person, who protected her from her father’s greed and made her believe there was more to life than being a music money-making machine.

Her eyes were closed as she felt the smooth keys on the bottom of her fingertips, let the gentle breeze coming from a cracked window push her dark strands behind her, and played like a musical prodigy throughout her childhood friend’s estate. In her opinion, the song wasn’t that advance but there were times she needed to play it, regardless of where she was... Eve needed to play it.

Alyssa knew the song the moment its notes hit her ears. It was something that Eve played commonly, and Alyssa knew it by heart now, and while she might normally complain--Evelyn was a spoiled brat. Alyssa didn’t say a word as she walked into the sunroom where Eve played. Instead, she just stood behind Eve, and lightly draped her arms over her shoulder, placing a kiss atop her lover’s head as the song came to a close.

”When you finish, though, we have to deal with the Elite, Rhett, and Ty’s girlfriend,” she whispered lightly, sighing. ”Afterward, you and I are going out for breakfast, and then we have to go to… work. Sort of. We need a plan to deal with Dominique, not that I imagine it’ll be much more than a trifling effort. After we have a bit of a plan, we’ll spend the day alone. In my room. Most likely, nude. Fun times.”

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LOCATION — The bitch’s castle
ALSO FEATURING — Rhett, Ender, Julie, Ty, & Wolfe
Time — Get the fuck outta dodge

Seven thirty AM. A little late for him, but early enough that Alyssa wasn’t there to start bitching… and Wolfe was ready to leave. Disappear.

Looking around the pool area, Wolfe wondered if he could even blame Alyssa for being pissy. There was a girl--Julie--that Alyssa didn’t particularly like, wearing nothing but a big t-shirt asleep on one of the lounging chairs, beer cans… everywhere, some floating in the pool, some discarded around it. A few bottles of hard alcohol… really, Alyssa would probably be more upset about the ‘waste’ of alcohol that they--sans Ender, of course, had consumed.

Ty and Rhett were asleep, together, on a giant floating turtle, amidst the discarded beer cans, with an empty six pack in between them. Yep, she was gonna be floored. Ender himself was sitting on a lounge chair and smoking--already, which was a disgusting habit. Wolfe tipped his head toward Ender, and Ender flicked his hand at him as a way to say good bye, and Wolfe turned around to leave…

”WHAT THE FUCK!?”

He was so close!

Following behind her Sweets, Eve kept silent as she observed the horrendous mess. How she wasn’t going to save their ass. It didn’t matter if Rhett had a bad day yesterday, this was beyond inexcusable when it came to Alyssa and her castle. That being said, this wouldn’t be the first time this has happened… Ty loved being the bane of his cousin’s existence, after all. Putting on her sunglasses, Eve leaned against a back porch pillar and watched the scene unfold.

Stretching, his head pounding like hell, Rhett gingerly opened his eyes to reveal his bloodshot blue orbs. Last night was sick. He hadn’t had that much fun in a long time, y’know with the whole working his ass off to support the three women in his life (his mother and two sisters). He hardly registered the loud banshee-like screech since he was pretty out of it. Glancing over to his new boy for life, Rhett nudged the sleeping Ty, “Ty. Someone isn’t happy.”

“Tiger!!! I need to go to the doggie park!!” Julie had woken up and was standing by the pool’s edge. She had received a text from her sister a half an hour ago, which said she was taking Duke and Lady to Hermon Dog Park. Julie missed her Lady! She needed her boyfriend to take her. ASAP.

Ty was asleep. Like, really, truly, totally asleep. He always was, and he could sleep through anything. Alyssa’s screeching, Julie’s bitching, Rhett’s statements… Hell, Ty could sleep through front row seats at a Metallica concert. But the tiny nudge from Rhett caused Ty to roll… to the side. Into the water.

Cold water always worked.

As Ty splashed into the pool, his eyes shot open--and then started to burn from the chlorine. Quickly emerging, Ty slapped a few intrusive beer cans away, and looked around, trying to decide which one of the problems he needed to address first. Psycho bitch and her psycho bitch girlfriend, or his girlfriend. Groaning, Ty turned to look at Wolfe, who just shook his head.

”I’ll just be taking my leave now, if it’s all the same to you gu--”

”OH, bullshit! You brought them here! Because Rhett was having a day wahh wahh, I have a bad day every day I wake up because I know that fucker--” Alyssa paused briefly to point a finger at Ty, who looked stunned that Alyssa could possibly be so upset, gesturing at himself, ”--is not only alive, but is related to me and lives with me. Look at this shit, he brought his stupid bimbo slut girlfriend here and she’s like pretty much naked!” She hissed, pointing at Julie. For all intents and purposes, Alyssa looked ready to pull her hair out.

She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and breathing slowly, carefully. It took almost thirty seconds, and with Wolfe glaring at him, Ty wisely chose not to speak, before Alyssa finally talked. ”...I’m sorry, I got a little bit out of control. Mostly, I’m apologizing to Juliana, who did not deserve to be caught in the crossfire. I know you are a lovely girl, as is your sister. I just lose my mind a bit at the hands of your despicable boyfriend…” Alyssa ran her fingers through her hair, breathing slowly as she returned to a state of regality.

”I want my pool area restored to its former glory. No one leaves until it’s done, or I will be back. And I will have no mercy for those who have wronged me.”

Wolfe sighed. He was too hungover for this.

Julie faintly blushed only now realizing how much clothes she was truly wearing, “Oopsie. I guess I drank too much. I’m sorry! I’ll get your house cleaned in a jiffy.” And the ditzy blonde did just that. Before anyone else reacted, she was already in cleaning mode picking up cans, throwing them into a garbage bag, even motioning with her hand for the boys in the pool to retrieve the beer in the water.

Yawning to himself, Rhett shrugged and rolled into the heated water. Coming up, he collected as much cans as he could on his way to the ladder before making a large pile for Ty’s girl to throw away.

“Oh Rexie! Your phone keeps blinking. I don’t know if it’s important but I just thought I’d tell you!”

“Thanks… y’know we could all help you.” He climbed out the pool and walked to the chair with his clothes and phone, stretching, “Speedy cleaner you are.”

“My Lady is waiting for me!” Juliana brightly smiled as she thought of her cute fluffy puppy. She missed her so. Her stormy orbs watched as Rhett sat down, moving his clothes over, and opened his phone up.

”Oh for god’s sake.” Alyssa put her fingers to her lips and whistled, one long, high note, and a shorter, low note. In just a few seconds, Alyssa’s own dog, Turk, came onto the scene. The border collie trotted to his owner’s heels, looking up at her as Alyssa scratched underneath her chin. ”Wolfe, make yourself useful. Take Ty’s girlfriend, the dog, and Turk to the dog park,” Alyssa suggested, gesturing absently at Ty, ”You could even pick up Duke from your place and also you could leave the castle. I have servants that can do this. Eve and I need peace and alone time.”

”Yo, you guys gonna fuck?” The first words out of Ty’s mouth. Awful. Just awful decision making.

”On every possible surface.”

”That’s lit take pictures.”

Alyssa scowled, but Wolfe knew when to take a get out of jail free card, and this was a get out jail free card. Hurriedly gesturing at Ty, who shrugged and pulled himself out of the pool, wandering over toward Juliana.

Julie with a garbage bag in hand looked at Wolfe in surprise before she squealed like a little kid, “Your doggie is named Duke?! What a small world!!! So is my sissy’s doggie!”

”...really? Well, mine’s an Artic husky… C’mere, Turk, we’re gonna go to the park.” As Wolfe spoke, the dog obediently wandered over to him, Wolfe taking a knee in front of the pup, scratching behind his ear. ”Good to see you too, bud.”

Meanwhile, Ty put his hand on Julie’s butt.

“NO WAY. YOU’RE JOKING RIGHT?” Julie disregarded Ty’s butt touch. Her full attention was on Wolfe, “Izzy has a husky too!! His coat is a cross between light red and copper and he has the most gorg blue eyes. If she wins the Grand Prix, we’re gonna take a trip to Alaska to watch the Northern Lights with our doggies! Though, I don’t know if Lady can handle the cold... She can hardly handle the arena.”

Ty squeezed the butt. Sure, she wasn’t reacting but hey. It was his right.

”That’s all well and good but frankly I could not care any less about what you’re currently telling me. I honestly do not even know your sister’s name, and I sometimes struggle to remember yours. My Duke is a former sled dog. He is very old and very tired. He’s black and white and he has blue eyes. He likes to sleep and I allow him to because he’s worked a lot for me.”

“That’s so cute! You love your dog so much and don’t worry, I doubt Izzy cares about your name too!” Julie giggled not really realizing how dense she sounded. Once she placed the garbage bag on the floor, she twirled around and wrapped her arms around Ty, “Let’s have fun today~”

”Every day fun when you’re a g.” Ty said with a quick raise of his eyebrows, before he stole a kiss.

6 New Voicemails. 8 Missed Calls.

Rhett’s expression turned stone cold and it was hard to tell how he was feeling. He scrolled down his list to see who called him. Standing up, he dialed his voicemail and walked away from the pool area, away from everyone. If his eyes met with their faces, he wasn’t staring at them, he was looking passed them. Something was not right. Eve eyed him as he disappeared to the side of the house before gesturing Alyssa with a nod of her head, for them to take their leave.

Voicemail 1: Rhett. This is your mother. For the third time. I even had your sisters call you. Where are you? The Drakes need you. Please come to Beverly Hills General when you get this.

Voicemail 2: Rhett! Summer can hardly contain herself! WAKE UP. PICK UP YOUR PHONE. And I don’t even want to tell you what mom’s feeling. I can’t be the only strong one here…

Voicemail 3: (Silent whimpering could be heard. Stuttering and choking on her tears, Summer cried) I-it’s all my fault. I’m so so s-sorry, Rhett.
Give me the phone, get in the car. We have to go. Wipe your face, we have to be the strong ones here!.. Hey brother, good morning. It’s really early right now. When you get this, please call Miley. The other women in your life are hyperventilating. Thank you and I hope to see you soon.

By now, Rhett’s hand visibly started to shake. His stomach began to curl… he felt sick. What happened? He listened to the next two voicemails from his mother. He could hear how scared she was… why did she sound so frightened?

Voicemail 6: Hey, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me. Hell, I know that after tonight, there isn’t going to be any chance of anything happening further between us. I know that now. I don’t even know why I’m leaving you this message, but just know I’ll do everything I can to fix it. I don’t care what I have to do. You mean so much to me. I won’t give up on--

Covering his mouth with his hand, Rhett swallowed hard and his mind went completely blank. This can’t be happening? Can it? This feeling felt too familiar, like when he lost… his father. Tightening his grip on the phone and bringing it to his side, with a lifeless expression on, but internally freaking out, Rhett walked back out with a dark aura around him. This wasn’t the same punk they saw moments ago. Grabbing his clothes, not really caring if his body was still kind of wet, he fastly and mindlessly put on yesterday’s wear before saying lowly, in the most emotionless tone, “Can one of you give me a ride to the hospital?”

Of the three Elite members that remained, it was Ender that first reacted to Rhett’s sudden appearance, and the way he spoke. It was, of course, Ender that knew what was going on. It reminded him of how he felt and acted around the anniversary of his mother’s death...

Ender snuffed out the cigarette he held in his fingers, and stood to his feet, looking over at Wolfe. ”Hey, Sent. I’m gonna run this guy over there. I don’t like dogs that much anyway.” Wolfe nodded, and Ender walked over to Rhett. ”Come on, my car’s parked out front.” He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking off, gesturing for Rhett to follow after him.

For the most part, the car ride between Ender and Rhett was filled with dead silence. All the punk boy did was stare out the window, his blue gaze never wavering from the direction it was facing. If he was thinking straight, he would have called and texted people like Sierra, Ely, his family, hell, even the Drakes, but… he wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t think. His mother and sisters were most definitely freaking out about where he was, or perhaps they pushed their worry aside to focus on comforting Riley and Leo (Jackson’s parents). Regardless, Rhett didn’t need to think right now. He didn’t need to feel.

There were times where Ender broke the silence to find more details on the matter and Rhett being Rhett was never one to lie or ignore someone, even if he wasn’t in the mood to talk. His responses were short, clear, and straight to the point. His new friend accepted the information he was told, not delving in further since he could tell this issue cut deeper than: my best friend all my life might be dead or dying, or whatever. There was a lingering sadness in Rhett’s tone, as if his words portrayed a time that was no longer here. Within time, they arrived at the hospital.

“The past is over; the present is fleeting; we live in the future.”
_{— Ray Kurzweil}

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@Universorum yes.

@lovely complex

girl you are cruising for a brusihg

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DO YOU PEOPLE THINK THIS IS A JOKE.

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Where is everyone???? ._.

@Dirty Pretty Lies

jerking off and eating ice cream whats up

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@HushedWhispersso all of mine are gone from the part now