Pathei Mathos

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

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The Lockwood Boys

Sawyer Harvey Lockwood

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Full Birth-Given Name. Sawyer Harvey Lockwood.
Nicknames.　Soybean. Bruv. Old Man. Sawyie. Harvey Two-Face. Lockwood.
Age.　17-years-old.
Birth Date.　January 17th.
Sexuality. Heterosexual.
Relationship Status. Complicated?
Labeled As. Ex-Junkie. Greaser. Classic Rock Elitist.
Sports? Lacrosse Midfielder.

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Hair.　Dark Brown　|　Wavy　|　Slicked Back
Eyes.　Hazel, but turn a shade of green when he cries
Height.　Five ft. Eight in.
Body Type.　Mesomorph
Clothing Type.　Dark & Brooding　|　Black t-shirts with Dark Jeans, dark sweaters and dark boots. The boy doesn't have much to work with when it comes to range of color. Or rather, refuses to work with what could work for him.
Scars/Piercings.　Sawyer has many scars, most taking occupancy on his back from the many fights he used to get in when he was going through his "ripper" days. Boy never turned down a fight, even if he knew he'd lose. Got beaten to a pulp several times, and one of them involved him being slashed across the chest/arm with a knife. He used to sport a labret piercing but took it out in his Junior year.

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Stoic. Zealous. Hard-headed．
Sarcastic. Protective. Neurotic.

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Birth through Childhood

Sawyer was born just a few minutes after his brother Gavin, although they don't share a birthday. Gavin was born January 16th at 11:58:47pm whilst Sawyer was born on January 17th at 12:03:59am. The boys grew up with an older brother who had 10 years on them, but they typically received all the attention. That didn't seem to bother Nathan one bit, though. As they grew older, it became clear that the boys' father had a distaste for Sawyer. The reason was never explicit, but one thing definitely was. Gavin was the favorite. He was the bright star while Sawyer was constantly struggling to shine at all. With an older brother who was an absolute beast in sports and a talented vocalist and instrumentalist for a twin, it was hard to compete for their father's attention. While Nathan and Gavin received their father's approval, love and praise, Sawyer had a special place in his mother's arms. It remained this way well into his teens, until..

Adolescence

Sawyer managed to find himself hooked on Lacrosse. Although his dad never seemed to care to make it to any practices or games, it meant everything to the boy that his brothers and mother made it to every one. Even his grandfather who lived out of state made it to his games! It was all he really needed. In middle school, during the summers he would head out to the mid-West and stay with his grandfather, where he found his love for mechanics, as well as horses and the "western way of life". This tradition continues on to this day. Sawyer often looks forward to his summers with his grandpa, and getting away from the Lockwood house. After his mother's passing, he spent a few extra months out there, doing a bit of homeschooling so he wouldn't fall behind in his studies. Of course, he had Gavin back home at KA to keep him up on all the juicy drama that went on while he was gone. Once he came back to school, he decided to drop JROTC completely and pick Lacrosse back up. His twin helped him keep up with his studies while he tried to once again balance sports, a social life and his schooling. All while trying to remain free and clear of drugs. Something that eventually led Sawyer to drop many of his friends because the temptation was just too strong when hanging around his old buddies.

Overall Current Home-life

Sawyer spends much of his time locked in his room blasting his country or rock music or in the garage. When he's not being such a recluse, he likes to take his rescues over to the dog park and hang out there for a few hours and let the boys socialize with their own kind. As for his interactions with his father, brother and sister... well, lets just say they are few and far between. Mostly with his father. With his twin and younger sister, however, he at least makes an effort with them. His father, on the other hand, he tries avoiding at all costs.

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Harvey Richard Lockwood　|　Father　| 45 |　Unfortunately not Deceased | FC: Hugh Jackman
Valerie Marie Lockwood-Zsasz　|　Mother　| Would have been 42 |　Deceased, Passed less than a year ago | FC: Teri Hatcher
Marcus Avery Zsasz | Maternal Grandfather | 67 | Alive | FC: Jeff Bridges
Nathan Richard Lockwood | Eldest Brother | 27 | Alive | FC: Richard Madden
Ashley Lockwood-Thompson | Nate's Wife | 24 | Alive, Currently Pregnant | FC: N/A
Gavin Marcus Lockwood　|　Twin Brother | 17　|　Alive and Annoying | FC: Greyson Chance
Veronica ^"Ronnie" Marie Lockwood | Younger Sister | 13 | Alive, staying with other family for some time.. | FC: N/A
Scooby "Scoob" Lockwood & Bagheera "Baghy" Lockwood | Shelter Rescues, Pit Bull Terriers | 1 1/2 year-olds

The Lockwood Bunch

In order from left to right in each row.
Mom, Dad, Grandpa,
Nathan, Sawyer, Gavin
Ashley, Baghy & Scoob, Veronica

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FC: Tom Holland　|　#40733d

Sawyer really enjoys dancing. Although he would never do so in public, especially in front of his boys, he rather enjoys it very much. He's been dancing practically since he could walk. He stopped dancing publicly after elementary when his father said some very choice, unkind words to him and forced him to stop. His mother, however, always gave her full support.
Sawyer often spends time with Kellie Anne Nicholson and practices her routines with her. It's a great outlet for him, and keeps him out of trouble, for the most part. :P

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Gavin Marcus Lockwood

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Full Birth-Given Name. Gavin Marcus Lockwood.
Nicknames. Gav. Marcus. Jack. Jack-Jack. "Prodigy". "The Voice". Choir Boy.
Age.　17-years-old.
Birth Date.　January 16th.
Sexuality. Homosexual.
Relationship Status. Single as single gets!
Labeled As. Choir Boy.

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Hair.　Dark Brown | Straight | Buzzed Sides, Combed to Left.
Eyes.　Blue-Grey.
Height.　Six Foot Flat.
Body Type.　Ectomorph.
Clothing Type.　Gavin likes to wear more professional looking clothes. Going for button-up shirts and his dark jeans. On more casual outings though, he'll wear his dark-washed jeans with a white t-shirt (or graphic tee) and his black leather jacket. The leather jacket was once the twins' older brother's, which was left behind the year he left for college. Gavin has been holding onto it and wearing it around. The boy misses the older, more put-together brother who never seems to have time to chat anymore. He likes wearing boots or converse in any occasion. On a lounge day, Gavin chooses to wear pajama pants.. a top being optional, depending on his mood that day.

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Optimistic. Spirited. Loyal.
Compassionate. Catty. Perfectionist.

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Gavin was always the "star child". From birth, he practically sweat success. Gavin was the one to pull through with many of the twins' firsts and their father quickly picked up on the boy's eagerness to learn and grow. "With great power comes great responsibility", though. As much as Gavin loves to live up to the expectations he has, it can sometimes be a bit overwhelming for him. He feels for his brother, though. Ever since their mother's untimely passing mid-way through their prior school year, it seems as though their father has picked on Sawyer more than usual. Pushing him further than he normally would allow. Gavin's smart enough to understand that his father is probably just emotional over losing his wife (the boys' mother) and didn't know how to express it... pushing the pent up negativity into a toxic relationship with his least favorite son. Or child, for the matter. Unfortunately, there isn't much for Gavin to do in the situation unless he also wanted to get backhanded and yelled at the way his brother does. Sawyer at times seems to be equally matched in emotional constipation as their father, but Gavin tries as often as possible to be his soundboard. With this new school year, the final year to their high school careers, Gavin is going to make it his best and focus on academics as much as he can. The average A-/B+ student strives for more, and is looking to prove himself worthy this year.

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Harvey Richard Lockwood　|　Father　| 45 |　Alive and Uncaring | FC: Hugh Jackman
Valerie Marie Lockwood-Zsasz　|　Mother　| Would have been 42 |　Deceased, Passed less than a year ago | FC: Teri Hatcher
Marcus Avery Zsasz | Maternal Grandfather | 67 | Alive | FC: Jeff Bridges
Nathan Richard Lockwood | Eldest Brother | 27 | Alive | FC: Richard Madden
Ashley Lockwood-Thompson | Nate's Wife | 24 | Alive, Currently Pregnant | FC: N/A
Sawyer Harvey Lockwood　|　Twin Brother | 17　|　Alive | FC: Tom Holland
Veronica ^"Ronnie" Marie Lockwood | Younger Sister | 13 | Alive, staying with other family for some time.. | FC: N/A
Scooby "Scoob" Lockwood & Bagheera "Baghy" Lockwood | Brother's Shelter Rescues, Pit Bull Terriers | 1 1/2 year-olds

The Lockwood Bunch

In order from left to right in each row.
Mom, Dad, Grandpa,
Nathan, Sawyer, Gavin
Ashley, Baghy & Scoob, Veronica

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FC: Greyson Chance　|　#FA8258

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Bronwyn Rae Knowles, Daughter of Athena - Reworked from original make

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"Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What is important is the action. You don't have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow." -Carrie Fisher

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Character Summary

Name: Bronwyn Rae Knowles
Aliases: "Bronwyn.. my friends call me Brynn, at least they would, if I had any friends."
Age: 17-years-old
Birthday: August 8th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Brooklyn, New Jersey
Godly Parent: Athena
Cabin Number: Cabin #6
How Many Years At Camp: 5 summers, 2 full years. Year-Rounder, now.
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Weapons Training
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, ASL and French.

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Appearance

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 147lbs
Body Type: Athletic, Slim; Mesomorph
Eye Color: Slate Grey
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Owl wings on both shoulders and a portrait of my mother, Athena, and her owl between my shoulder blades. I have a long, thick scar on my right forearm from where I got sliced open by a sword in my first year in training, and another scar on my abdomen from where a spear pierced me. I get quite competitive in my training. Was nothing. Merely a flesh wound. (Brynn smirks.) As far as piercings go, I took all my piercings out once I began taking my training seriously. Used to have my nose, lower lip and ears pierced.
Personal Style: She has a sort of carefree, "badass" grunge/greaser style she likes to sport when she's not in full armor. Sometimes a t-shirt and a pair of torn up jeans do the trick for her. She prefers boots and high-top canvas shoes with her jeans, but in shorts, she would prefer sandals or completely barefoot. Her hair is almost always down, except when she is in battle. She ties it up in a tight bun. Every now and again Brynn will put on makeup but tends to leave it off and go with a more natural look. Besides, who has time to put make-up on when they're busy kicking ass? Plus, putting makeup on just to go into battle is absolutely pointless, amirite?

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Psychology

Selfless ♛ Competitive ♛ Observant/Conscientious ♛ Sarcastic ♛ Loyal ♛ Unyielding

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single, not looking
Personality: Brynn, to most, has this "I'm better than you" vibe about her. Like one of those snot-nosed popular brats in high school who thinks everyone is beneath her. Quite the opposite in Brynn's case, except she does have a serious case of RBF. Brynn is very much about helping others way before she even thinks of herself, she just tends to be super competitive when it comes to training. She tries not to gloat, but sometimes she can't help it. She knows she's good at what she does, but she does like to help others out and give them pointers, especially the newer campers. She may only be 16, but she kind of acts like the Mother Hen of the Athena cabin, and even with some of the other campers in other cabins, as well. She loves working with others but doesn't mind lone wolf missions/training sessions, either. She can work with both. If you really get to know Brynn, she tends to be quite sarcastic. You'll know she's comfortable with you when she starts insulting you. It's all love, so don't take it personal. She's loyal to a fault and will do anything and everything in her power to protect her friends.
Fatal Flaw: Indecisiveness
Habits: Drinking peach tea, playing with her hair, talking to herself at times, hums and sings to herself quite often, staying up late, usually skips lunch, quite argumentative, etc.
Hobbies: Brynn tends to keep her hobbies to her training and reading. If she's not playing Cap the Flag or training, you'll be able to find her in the cabin reading scrolls or out at the lake reading a novel.
Fears:

• Disappointing her mother, Athena
• Failure
• Falling from high places
• Drowning

Likes:

• Capture the Flag
• Training
• Running
• Working out
• Reading up on and going over strategies
• Reading novels and scrolls
• The peace and quiet of the night

Dislikes:

• Cheaters
• Bullies
• Suck-ups
• Victim-types / Damsel-in-Distress types
• I'm-better-than-you and I'm-always-right people
• Annoying, obnoxious people
• Loud-mouths
• Losing, but she's not a poor sport about it
• Large bodies of water

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Skills

Demigod Abilities:

• Has great control over just about any weapon.
• Highly skilled in armed and hand-to-hand combat.

General Skills:

• Medical
• Hand-to-hand combat
• Strategic Planning
• Greek Mythology
• ASL
• Fighting Strategies

Combat Skills:

• Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Weapon Handling
• Strength
• Agility

Magic Items & Weapons:

• Shield concealed as makeup mirror. It's named "Inertia, Guardian of the Void"
• Spear that is concealed in a lipstick tube. It's name is "Valkerie, Memory of the Setting Sun".
• Dual upward-curving kopis swords by the names of "Cryptic and Crucifix, Slayers of Assassins"
• Arm guards with hidden blades
• Brynn's first spear she owned. No name, stays above her bed on a wall mount.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - For her full armor, she tends to leave out the old school traditional skirt that most women would wear with their armor. Brynn prefers dark jeans beneath. For normal, everyday clothes, Brynn takes to the grunge or greaser style clothing. Sometimes she'll just go with her brown bomber jacket, camp t-shirt and black jeans with boots or canvas shoes. Depends on the day she's having.
• Backpack - Makeup, small brush, a map, a novel, a pen, a knife, a refillable water bottle, a granola bar, a couple MRE's, and wallet.
• Wallet - $75 Cash, School I.D., Debit Card
• An extra scrunchy hair-tie
• Ring on right ring finger
• Knife in boot
• Mechanical Owl (similar sized to a pink school eraser)
• Arm guards with hidden blades
• Hidden blade in belt buckle

Possessions In Cabin:

• Her dual swords
• Novels gallore
• Portrait of her and her father, Vernon Knowles
• Portrait of her mother. It's all she has of her.
• Personal weapons
• Journal w/ pens
• Nikon camera
• Cell phone (doesnt use it. just a keepsake from when she used to use it to call her dad)
• HP Laptop
• Mini Blow Torch.. because hey... never know if you'll run into a Hydra out there.

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History

Biography: (Going to be editing.)

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: (Going to be editing.)

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Additional Information

Theme Song:

Extra: Favorite Pantheon: Norse Favorite God from Said Pantheon: Skaði ; Post to Show Writing Style: Wolves of Red Lake
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Location: PBR Lacrosse Field
Interactions: Lacrosse Team @spooner

“Emergency team meeting in 10 minutes on the field! Fail to be there douchebags and you’re kicked out of the team!”

From: Wallenburg

Sawyer had stopped in his tracks in the middle of the quad as he read the recent message from his team captain. He exchanged a look with the boys once their eyes left their own phone screens to meet his, all three shaking their heads as they headed for the field as they had before.. not looking forward to it too much, this time around.

"Can't wait to hear what's Max's problem, now."

"Poor Maxy Pad. Must not have gotten enough, on Saturday." Kol laughed, Jack offering a bit of a smirk but Sawyer just eyed Kol.

"Okay, seriously Kol? If rumors are true him and Kel hooked up.. you know how I feel about Kellie. Sh-she and I are good friends. And more importantly, how Max feels about her. She's not just another conquest to him. Be a bit more respectful, yeah?"

Kol furrowed his eyebrows and readjusted his backpack shoulder strap before looking ahead and away from Sawyer's hard gaze, "Yes, dad."

Sawyer rolled his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. "Whatever, man. Just be sure and shut up while Max rips us a new one for whatever we fucked up on this time."

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As the boys made it to the field, they could see Max and half the team standing around on the green. Max looked as if he was fuming. This wasn't going to be good. The three boys greeted the rest of their team, shortly being followed by the last few members. Everyone fell silent when Max's voice boomed a 'So!', the air thick with tension which seemed to quickly defuse with the next sentence Max spoke to his players. Tripling with the following. Sawyer's eyes followed Max's till they found the target he'd locked on, his eyebrows furrowing. Brad.

He'd had a few run-ins with the guy off the field, which were never pleasant. One in particular, in which Brad had crossed Gavin's paths and had left both Lockwood brothers' having major dislike for the guy. Brad may not have been as bad as Aidan, in Sawyer's book, but he was up there with the other massive DBs of King's Academy's senior class.

Kol nudged Sawyer with his elbow, drawing his eyes over to his friend.

'What?' Sawyer mouthed.

Kol made a gesture with his hand, his facial expression reading as clear as if he'd spoken the words himself. What's his problem?

“It has come to my attention that my cousin got beat up. By one of you fuckers.”

Jack and Kol both looked around with extremely confused looks for a moment before they noticed Sawyer glaring at Brad. The two boys pieced it together, narrowing their eyebrows in vicious glances towards their fellow teammate while everyone else seemed to be clueless dumbshits. As if they didn't know.

Sawyer had heard about what had happened with Archer and Brad.. and Marisol, and Sonny. The rest of Max's rant left Sawyer with a bit more than a bad taste in his mouth. Not only for Brad, but for Max as well. Sure, the guy had some anger issues but to take one teammates off-the-field DB moments out on the whole team? That was some shit.

"Soooooo.. why not take it out solely on the guy who actually did it?" Kol held his arm out towards Brad, staring down Max's retreating back.

As much as Sawyer hated to admit it, Kol had his support on this one. Sawyer gave Kol a 'Shut the fuck up' look before stepping in front of his friends and a few other teammates, some dispersing to go about their lunch hour while some stayed behind. It took a lot for the boy to speak up next. Sawyer knew Max wasn't in a forgiving mood, and he was going to put his spot on the team on the line just as Kol _{(hopefully inadvertently)} had.

"Max.. you know as well as I that family is important. And our team is like a family in itself," Sawyer gave the large, douchebag teammate of theirs a glance before looking back in Max's direction. "You know my brother is also... gay. And I would do anything for him, expecially if it came to some asshole taking shots at him. You know this. So, why give him a break?" He gestured over to Brad who seemed to be uber pissed off. "Just because he's on our team?! He's not acting like family, so what gives, man? You say you're not okay with hate crimes, yet you let him go? Was Marisol smacking him around enough retaliation for what he did to your cousin?"

There were moments of silence that followed, only to be broken by Jack mumbling under his breath. _"Bro."

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

1. I'm a Believer by Smash Mouth

2. Sucker by Jonas Brothers

3. Beer for My Horses by Toby Keith

4. Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park

5. Peach Scone (Live) by Hobo Johnson

6. Saturday Nights by Khalid

7. In My Feelings by Drake

8. Death of a Bachelor by Panic! at the Disco

9. Can't Help Falling in Love by Christian Leave

10. Story of My Life by Social Distortion

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Interactions:
Kol & Jack (NPCs)
Kellie @Dirty Pretty Lies & Max @spooner <----
Mentions:
Georgie @ineffable, Gavin [@self]

Sunday Morning

The night of the party had ended quite differently than Sawyer had imagined earlier that night, but he wouldn’t take any of it back. Sure, he got puked on. Had it been anyone but Georgie, he’d have felt a lot differently about the whole thing. It didn’t bother him too much, though. He’d been through a lot worse, before.

The following morning was spent with him stuck in his garage trying to work out what had happened the night before. He kissed Georgie. And she kissed back. He couldn’t really remember much else, but Gavin filled in the blanks. With… some annoyingly accurate advice on what he should do about it all. Gavin reluctantly provided his brother with Georgie’s number, giving the girl a warning message that her long lost love would contact her sometime throughout the day.

Sawyer slid out from beneath his truck and breathed out a heavy sigh as he sat up into a sitting position, eyeballing his phone he’d left up on his work bench. He spent a few moments staring at it before getting up to wipe off his greasy hands on a rag, snatching up his cellphone so he could text Georgie.

Hey Georgie. It’s Sawyer.

To: Herツ

Send.

Sawyer stood there looking at the message for a moment before shaking his head and clicking his phone off before heading upstairs to take a shower.

Georgie picked up her phone which had buzzed quite annoyingly, interrupting her sleep. Rolling over, she groaned as she powered up her phone and looked at the screen. As soon as her eyes latched onto the contact name Georgie literally felt like she was going to throw up. She could remember snatches from last night but by god, did it feel both embarrassing and liberating at the same time. She pursed her lips for quite some time before she responded.

Hey there stranger

To: Sawyie

Heh. Hey stranger.
You busy today?

To: Herツ

Busy getting over this hangover ;)
But
Otherwise...I’m free.
What’s up?

To: Sawyie

The boy rubbed his face with both hands, groaning softly to himself before picking his phone back up to send a reply. Keeping it simple was probably best.

:P
We need to talk, luv.

To: Herツ

Talk? Of course they needed to talk. Georgie scoffed before she winced at her own sound. Maybe some Ibuprofen would help. Slowly, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and shuffled towards the bathroom, texting Sawyer as she went.

Of course…
How?
Or rather, where do you want to talk?

To: Sawyie

Er… idk honestly.
Figured in person would be best..? ,’:/
I could swing by your place..? Or you could come over here?
Whats easiest for you?

To: Herツ

I don’t think I’m in the best state to drive
Obviously lol
Uh would it be okay if you came to mine?
Maybe Gavin could drive u?

To: Sawyie

Sawyer smirked a bit, typing back quickly.

Yeah sorry. Kinda forgot just how far gone we both were last night lol
Im feelin pretty decent actually. Ill be okay to drive. Promise ツ
Be over in a bit ok? I just gotta get shoes on and then ill leave !

To: Herツ

drive safe please!
I’ll see you soon.

To: Sawyie

Georgie sighed and rubbed her face as she looked at their conversation. Then she jolted awake as she realized that she looked like complete and utter shit. ”What a mess.” Georgie muttered to herself as she grabbed a cute white dress off it’s hanger, holding it up to herself. Would that be overdressing? She nodded, answering her own question as she traded it for a thin white lacy top and jeans instead.

As she hurried through her makeup routine and shower, Georgie could only go through the flashes of last night. The kiss was basically kind of the only thing that she remembered, as funny as that seemed. She did remember throwing up, and professing her love and small tiny snatches of conversation. But everything other than that was a complete and utter blur. She had to clear things up with Sawyer. With one last flick to her lashes with her trusty mascara wand she hurried downstairs, quickly responding to her parents “Good Morning”s with a wave and a smile, telling them that she was expecting a friend over. Georgie rolled her eyes as they both made amused faces at each other and walked out into the entryway where she finally took a seat on the couch there, trying hard to look confident yet cute and hoping desperately that she was pulling it off.

In the time it had taken Georgie to get ready, Sawyer had managed to find his shoes and slip on a hoodie of his, spraying some cologne on before rushing downstairs to his truck to which he hopped in and drove out to Georgie’s place. Of course he still knew where she lived. Knew the route like the back of his hand. Maybe even better.

As he pulled up into the driveway and cut off the engine, he sat there a moment staring up at her window. It’d been quite a long time since he’d been here. Invited, anyway. Once or twice, back in his “ripper days” (as Gavin liked to call them), he had found himself standing on the sidewalk in front of her home. Sawyer contemplated the thought of texting her that he was here or walking up to the door and just straight knocking… the _proper manners he was raised up on won over in the end, pushing him out of his truck and on up to the front door.

The boy ran a nervous hand through his hair as he pulled up his phone and checked his appearance in the reflection on the screen. He was currently regretting not combing his hair back, instead it seemed to have a mind of its own today. Sawyer did what he could to brush it back over his head before sighing heavily with defeat as he knocked firmly on the wooden door, taking a step back to wait for the door to be answered. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket and stared down at his shoes, chewing on his lower lip nervously as he stood there patiently waiting.

Georgie jumped to her feet as soon she heard the knock and strode over to the door, taking a couple of deep breaths as she swung it open.

Sawyer nearly jumped when the door blew open, his eyes quickly traveling up from Georgie’s feet to her eyes. His mouth fell open slightly in an attempt to say hello, but it got lost in translation as he gave her another look-over, a small smile creeping up on his face as it turned a slight shade of red.

“Hello luv,” he barely managed in a soft tone, stepping up to hug her but stopped himself halfway to her, walking beside her as he shut the door behind them. The boy rubbed the back of his neck nervously, looking around the house. Almost nothing had changed. It was like they were back in Sophomore year again before things turned to shit between them.

“Hey” Georgie could hear herself sounding quite antsy and took in the sight of Sawyer, who seemed equally as nervous as she did. As soon as she realized how loud her voice had been, her parents had already rounded the corner and she held a hand up to her face, sighing..

“Sawyer?” Her mother stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and squinted her eyes at the boy.

“Hey buddy, didn’t expect to see you back here anytime soon…” Mr. Fielders launched himself at Sawyer with a few huge strides, holding his hand out for a handshake.

Mrs. Fielders only rolled her eyes at Georgie and mouthed quite dramatically: ‘What happened?’ Georgie shrugged and made a vague hand gesture.

Sawyer had seen the parents’ cars in the driveway, but he hadn’t really prepared himself for a potential run-in. A small, semi-awkward smile spread across his face as Georgie’s parents greeted him in their own ways.

“Mrs. Fielders.” Sawyer bowed his head respectfully at her with a flash of a genuine smile towards her, his eyes meeting Mr. Fielders’ as he approached the boy. “Always a pleasure,” he met Mr. Fielders’ outstretched hand with his own in a firm shake. “Well--” Sawyer took a step back, standing close to Georgie with a friendly, respectable space between them. The boy glanced back at Georgie before turning his attention back to her father, “Quite honestly, sir, I didn’t either.”

Georgie blushed as she heard Sawyer’s reply and walked up to her dad, placing a hand on his arm and trying her best to steer him away.

“Well, it’s always been good to see you, Sawyer” Her mom piped in uncertainly from her side as her dad frowned down at Georgie. Her mom cast Georgie another of her famous judgy looks as she ushered away Mr. Fielders, who, with a huge wave bid a loud goodbye to Sawyer.

Sawyer could see the look Georgie’s mom cast her daughter, wondering to himself just how much Georgie may have told her mom about why the boy hadn’t come around the last two years. And if it was actually good to see him. He hoped the statement was genuine, and not just fake flattery. He smiled at Georgie’s mother and chuckled softly as her father was dragged away, slowly turning to face Georgie.

”Well… that was awkward,” he smirked, a nervous grin casting across his face as he took another look around. The boy chewed on his bottom lip as he stood there awkwardly, sighing heavily as he brought his eyes back to Georgie’s. ”So, um.. Do you…. er..” He didn’t know how to put it into words. Kind of sounded awkward in his head to ask if she wanted to ’take this to the bedroom’.

Normally the whole awkwardness around it would have had him laughing, but this was a pretty serious moment for him. He was desperate to know where they stood. He knew he didn’t deserve anything from her, even just friends. But they’d been drunk, and exchanged their secrets… and kissed.

Georgie shook her head at her parent’s receding backs, she loved them (and missed their presence sometimes) but they were always so annoying about Sawyer and kept giving each other meaningful looks when he was around.
She turned to pay attention to the words coming out of Sawyer’s mouth and quickly cut in when she could see that he was struggling to finish his sentence.
“We can go to my room if you want...We wouldn’t want my parent’s eavesdropping, do we?” She tried to smile reassuringly before turning and leading the way up the stairs.

Sawyer reflected her smile, watching as she ascended the stairs to her room. ”As if I had a choice,” he joked as he followed her, taking everything different in the house as he went.

Georgie gave a laugh in response to his words as she made her way to the room, picking up a printed photo she’d left on the floor and making to discard it before she looked down and saw Max, spread peacefully on the sandy bluff, his curls lifting slightly in the sunshine. Georgie furrowed her brow and for some reason, instead of putting it in the bin where it belonged, she instead tucked it into a cupboard on her desk.

She turned to smile at Sawyer, rubbing her arms in the cold air conditioned room before she crossed over to her closet and took down a grey, well worn hoodie from it’s hanger. She quickly pulled it over herself and sat down on her bed.

“Much better.” She said aloud before stuffing her hands into the pockets of the hoodie and lifting the fabric up slightly. “I love this hoodie, it makes me feel safe...I have no idea where I got it from though. I wish I remembered.” She laughed before she continued “I’m sorry for the ramble. I just thought it looked like something you would wear...maybe you know the shop?”

Sawyer sat himself down in her desk chair, not sure if sitting on the bed would be uncomfortable or awkward for the pair, instead he chose the safe route. As he watched her go through her closet and pull out a hoodie to wear, the boy’s eyebrows furrowed. ’Was that..? No...’ It wasn’t until she turned around that his breath caught in his throat, a big ol’ shit-eating grin spread wide across his face.

Sawyer’s soft hazel eyes watched the girl, only just hearing what she said to him. He chuckled softly and sat forward a bit, not really sure what to say. The fact she still had his sweatshirt that he’d accidentally left at her place one of the last times they hung out before their friendship fell apart... it blew his mind.

”It looks like something I’d wear?” He laughed a bit, raising an eyebrow as he leaned back in the chair again and crossed his arms, giving Georgie a charming smile. "How about you give me mine back and I’ll get you your own from the store I got it from?” He laughed, having no intention of actually taking the sweatshirt from her.

Suddenly his smile slowly faded, a more serious tone in his voice. Sad. ”Honestly I’m surprised to see it. Figured maybe you’d have burned it, or something...” The boy chewed on his inner cheek and averted his gaze, having a momentary flashback of the fight they had before they had stopped talking a couple of years ago

Georgie looked on curiously as he smiled at her, and only reacted when he started speaking. She looked down at the jacket and looked back up at him, her gaze serious as she picked up on his own tone.
“I didn’t realise...I...I kept it as a keepsake. The rest I packed away. I would never have destroyed anything of yours. I don’t...I can’t think that way. What we had back then were great memories. And even though they did hurt I just didn’t want them to be nothing, you know?” Georgie shook her head and jumped off her bed, scrounging under the bed frame for the dusty box she knew she kept there.
She retrieved it, placed it on her bed and opened up the top of the box revealing countless photos and knick-knacks, all that was left of them after their “break-up”.

”Yeah, I hear ya’.”

Sawyer hesitantly got up from the chair and shuffled his way over to the bed as she plopped a box on the bed and proceeded to open it up. All the pictures she’d had up on the wall of their shared adventures and mischief together, toys won at arcades and fairs, and other items of the like. Sawyer’s smile slowly returned as he gently took a seat on the opposite side of the box from her, reaching in to pull out a few photos from the top.

”Georgie.. I…” The boy began flipping through the photos, stopping at one in particular. It was from the fair the year they’d stopped talking. A series of photos with them in different goofy poses, the second to last one of them laughing as if no one was looking, the very last one showed them embracing each other in a hug while they smiled like idiots. He remembered it as if it happened only moments ago. He peeked up at Georgie before setting the pictures tenderly back into the box, flashing the little smile he only ever reserved for her.

”I’ve really missed you.”

Georgie cradled one of the small teddy bears he’d given her two years ago and forced herself to look up into his eyes, no matter how hard her heart was pounding.

“I’ve missed you too.” Was all she could manage to say before she fell quiet for a while, her fingers stroking the teddy’s soft fur.
“Maybe..We should talk about what you came here for.” She reminded him gently.

Sawyer’s smile faltered ever so slightly at her reminder, nodding mostly to himself. ’Right,’ he thought solemnly. The boy sat upright and placed his hands in his lap, looking down at his hands as he began to talk. ”So, uhm.. Yeah, about last night... I uh..” Sawyer cleared his throat nervously before continuing, ”I know we both weren’t in our right minds, and I just want you to know that there’s no obligation to feel any certain way, or say or do anything about it.” His words all came out in a rush, all jumbled together within a single breath. This was definitely not how he’d rehearsed it to himself while fooling around under his truck this morning. God was he making a fool of himself.

Sawyer took another deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing further, ”Georgie, I did mean what I said last night. I-I’ve always cared about you, a-and I know it’s not in my place to say what happens between us, but I just really hope we can at least be friends because the truth is.. Life has really sucked without you in it, and I’m just happy we’re on speaking terms, as it is...” Sawyer’s words trailed off.

He wasn’t exactly sure how he wanted to word everything, and it didn’t seem to be coming out the way he wanted it to, but he figured now would be a good place to stop and give her a chance to say something. He’d been rambling on enough as it was. The boy looked up at Georgie, ready for whatever kind of blowback his words might bring on.

“Dude.” Georgie began, exasperated. “I thought I told you already, but...I love you. And, I don’t know what we should be right now, or what I should do...or even when we’ll be able to talk about our problems again... but I just...I just need to do this.” Slowly Georgie brushed back her hair and leaned closer to Sawyer, the teddy bear toppling out of her hands as she pressed her lips to his.

Sawyer opened his mouth to say something but was quickly shut down as he felt her lips press against his. He couldn’t help but smile a little, pressing back into the kiss as he scooted the box out of the way and moved a little closer to her, taking her face in his hands as he kissed her passionately.

“Let’s not care about anything else, just yet. I love you and you love me...and that’s enough, right?” Georgie whispered against his lips, not waiting for an answer as she leaned in closer, her body flush against his.

The boy nodded gently, his heart racing in his chest as he sat a little further back on the bed. As she moved closer and pressed herself into him he slowly guided her into his lap, holding her close to him with his arms wrapped around her back to support her. He shut his eyes and held her close as they began to lose themselves in the moment.

_{Not like that, ya’ nasties.}

Sawyer quickly pushed out of the classroom and fell in with the crowd that moved their way towards the lunch hall and the quad, his eyes searching the sea of students for a few faces. It wasn't long before the boy was nearly knocked to his knees from behind, tackled by his two best friends. Jack Donovan and Kol Halliday.

"LOCKWOOD!" the boys called out obnoxiously loud.

Sawyer smirked at his friends and shoved them both away from him with a laugh, readjusting his grip on his lacrosse stick and helmet. "Boys," was all Sawyer managed before he was interrupted by said boys.

"Lock, we still running drills for lunch?" Jack asked as he peeked around Kol.

"Yeah, man. We need to make up for the slack this weekend. What with the recovery time after that party at Kavi's." Jack and Kol exchanged a look and smirked as they low-fived each other. It had been discussed that the two of them had gotten lucky that night, and Sawyer, well.. he got thrown up on. Which had been an extensive joke over the weekend. Lockwood was surprised it wasn't the topic of the hour. They were never going to let him live it down. Sawyer'd shared some other details about the night. Not the proclamations of love, but the drunk kiss and the morning to follow. Although the morning after the party's details were kept vague, he let the boy's imaginations take them wherever they thought the morning had gone. Of course, boys will be boys. Sawyer let them believe him and Georgie had done more than just kiss and cuddle. It was a lot easier than telling them the truth and getting teased about him being the only one in the group who hadn't gotten laid over the weekend. Ignorance is bliss, I guess.

"Yeah, and what with Fockwood going on all day yesterday." Both the boys broke out in big ol' grins as they shoved Sawyer, roughing him around as they pushed their way out from the main building and into the quad. Sawyer didn't respond, he just pulled his helmet on and gripped his Lacrosse stick in both hands.

"You girls gonna stand there and talk all day, or what?"

Kol rolled his eyes and Jack flipped Sawyer off with a grin. "Should we see if ol' Maxy is up for it, today?"

'Ooh. Speaking of Max, that reminds me,' Sawyer thought to himself as he stuck his lacrosse stick under one arm and pulled out his phone, typing out a quick text.

Hey. So, uh.. is it true, about you and Wallenburg? G told me. Was just wondering if it was fr or not.

To: Kellz

"Umm, hello. Earth to Lockwood." Sawyer looked up to see both his friends staring at him with confused but curious looks.

"Sorry." Sawyer quickly tucked his phone away, looking at his teammates. "Long as he's not busy entertaining the ladies, I'm sure he'd be willing to join in."

The boys set off together with their new mission of finding their captain, Sawyer keeping a watchful eye out for Georgie. Partially because he wanted to see her, but also to keep the boys far away from her. Neither of them knew how to keep their mouths shut, and might end up saying something that'd upset her. Plus, he'd probably get teased for how 'soft' he acted around her. They'd probably go so far as to say he was 'whipped'. Pfft.

Sawyer sent out another text, this time to Max.

Hey, I got Jack and Kol with me. We were gonna go to the field and do some drills. Wya man? Interested?

To: Wallenburg

Have to start somewhere, I guess

Ello lovely! @EternityRose

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@Sharidi37495 you as well (: maybe I’ll see ya around the Guild! Take care.