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In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Featuring: Jamie Callaghan
Location: The Newspaper Room, After School


Jamie had found himself alone in the newspaper room, as he so often did. School had ended a while ago, though to be honest he couldn’t tell you when. He hadn’t looked at a clock since he’d sat down to write this story. When he was in the zone, he wouldn’t let anything disturb him. He covered up clocks, turned off his phone, and focused completely and utterly on his story.

This particular story was a bombshell. In fact, the only reason he hadn’t written it up last night was because he’d been drunk, and he refused to soil his journalism with the ramblings of his drunken self. Jamie had far too much respect for the art, despite his position as a glorified gossip columnist. That didn’t matter though. This story was going to change things though. He was sure of it.

Now this brings us to what his story was about. Well, that should be obvious. Hailey Green and Ophelia Brycen, of course. Trixie had told him the story last night, and despite his inebriation, it’s pretty hard to forget your boss trying to kill herself because her best friend took pictures of her boyfriend and his cousin and framed him as a cheater, on the orders of her other best friend. Jesus, Beverly Hills really was messy.

As Jamie’s fingers hit the period key with a final clack he leaned back in his chair and admired what he’d written. Jamie normally didn’t like to brag about his work, but for gossip column stuff, this was groundbreaking. It was going to tear the school in two.

So, here we are again. My dark little corner of everyone’s favorite school newspaper. Well fellow student, today I have quite the tale for you. I think we all remember that fateful day when Trixie Kingsley was so viciously mistreated by one Owen Lyon, or as many of you know him now, The Cowardly Lyon. What if I told you, Owen Lyon never did a damn thing. Let me weave you a tale, one that starts with a long forgotten name. Jennifer Hart, or as I’m told she goes by now, Quincy.

See, you may remember that Jennifer got on Hailey’s bad side. She said some things, did some things, and made an enemy of our most righteous Queen Green. What you may not know, is that Owen Lyon stepped in, told Hailey off, and as a result, made a very powerful enemy in the form of a little brunette Hailstorm.

Now, by now, I’m sure you’re saying, “Jamie, how does this relate to Owen cheating on Trixie?” Well, hold on, I’m getting there.

Hailey, upset at Owen and sensing unrest in her kingdom, employs her favorite little Sweet Tart. Emphasis on the ‘tart.’ Ophelia Brycen. Hailey wanted Owen gone, and she used Ophelia to do it. Hailey may have planted the seeds, but Ophelia watered them. She made Trixie believe that Owen was wavering, that he had some Oedipus complex, that he was unhappy with her body! That wasn’t enough though. Ophelia needed more. So, she got it. We all saw the pictures, right? Well, I hate to break it to you all, but that spicy blonde is none other than Rose Powers, Owen’s cousin. Now, folks, Owen is many things, but incestuous? Come on, that’s too much even for this school.

So what does this all mean? It means that Hailey Green did what we all knew she was capable of, and Ophelia Brycen did what she and her Candies have sworn to never do. They worked against love. Now, I leave you all with this question; if Hailey and Ophelia could do that to their best friend, why wouldn’t they do it to each and every one of us?

It was an intense piece, and built entirely on the testimony of Trixie, but luckily, gossip wasn’t exactly an evidence based science. Well, it really wasn’t a science at all. Looking over his work one last time, Jamie printed the piece, and grinned as the whirring of gears and ink cartridges filled the room. This was going to be big. He knew he was taking a risk with this story, but with great risk came great reward. Besides, he could never just sit on this. Sooner or later, people would find out, and Jamie knew he’d never forgive himself if he wasn’t the one to break it. Tomorrow, everyone would read about what Hailey had done. This was going to make him enemies, but that was alright. The pen was always mightier than the sword.
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

A @smarty0114 & @Universorum collab

Featuring: A Double, Wyatt Durand & Quincy Hart
Location: Burntown


Wyatt was, per usual, high as a kite. This particular afternoon, he was laying on the concrete ground of Burntown looking up at the serene, blue sky, his mind calmly at ease. Xanax will do that to you. His eyes drooping slightly, he was currently avoiding any thoughts of his secret (or not so secret, if you asked A Double), admirer. That’s where the Xanax had come in. Things were easier on drugs. A lazy smile crept across his face as his head lolled over to the side, to see one A Double Bishop, strolling towards him, Quincy Hart in tow. “Friends!” Wyatt called out lazily.

A Double had his arm around Q (he was learning!) as he walked toward Wyatt. A Double had gotten a text from Henry, that regarded… something about a secret admirer that Wyatt had? To be honest, as soon as A Double had gotten a chance, he’d gotten himself stoned as fuck, and he hadn’t come down since. “Heyyyyy, buddy. I have something that I’m supposed to tell you.” He said in a bright tone, squeezing Q closer to his shoulder. “Henry says it’s important.”

Wyatt’s mouth morphed into an O at A Double’s statement. “Okayyyyy,” Wyatt said, his eyes trained on the couple.

Quincy rolled her eyes, the whites tinged red from the weed she’d smoked earlier, and looked down at her curly haired friend. “Don’t you wanna know what it is?” Quincy asked.

Wyatt pondered that question for a moment. Did he want to know? Probably. “Okay. Shoot.”

“Henry sent me a text to let you know that your secret admirer — whoever that is — is gonna be meeting you at the Star Wars under the Stars thing, which, uhm… is a thing? So you like. Have a date, I guess?” Mission accomplished, A Double turned his attentions to Q, suddenly wondering if they were going to the Star Wars under the Stars. “Hey, Q… are we going to the thing? Because like, we should.”

It took a moment for Wyatt to process the information, but when he did, his face immediately sprouted a grin, toothy as ever and clear evidence that he was on some sort of drug. “Dope!” Wyatt shouted, pumping his fist into the air, still laying on the ground.

Quincy chuckled, then turned her head to her boyfriend (yes that was still a weird thought for her) and grinned. “Duh du jour, babe,” she said, planting a light kiss on A Double’s lips, before turning back to Wyatt. “Are you good, man?”

Wyatt looked up at Quincy, the euphoria from his newly discovered date still flooding his nervous system. “Never better Qster. Heyyy, A Dubs, tell H-Dog that I owe him one.”

A Double was uncomfortable. Wyatt was clearly high out of his mind; and it was not the same kind of high that A Double and Q had. He was high on something else, and A Double didn’t like it. He didn’t really approve of pill abuse, or cocaine abuse, or… well, really anything other than weed. Weed was like baby stuff compared to that stuff. Unfortunately? He wasn’t exactly able to confront Wyatt about it, it wasn’t really his style.

Nonetheless, he was worried about his best friend very worried about his friend, and he had a plan to deal with it: tell Q after they walked away. Then, she would surely either do it for him, or have some kind of suggestion to make it easier for him to talk to Wyatt about it. “Uh… yeah, I’ll tell him that when I see see him…” He said, giving Q a look that he hoped said ‘please abort mission.’

Q glanced over at A Double, catching something in his eye. Why was he looking at her like that? She glanced from him to Wyatt. “Babe, wanna go over to Captain Cuddles?” she asked, hoping to get A Double alone so she could talk about whatever he was trying to communicate with those stares.

“Yes that would be nice please.” A Double said, nodding to Q, before he looked at Wyatt. “Hey, Q and I will be back in a bit and we’ll bring you, uh… some soda. You look like you could use a soda. Dr. Pepper work? It does? Great.” A Double was talking much faster than he normally did, and after he finished, he started pulling at Q’s hand to lead her away and back to his car. Once they were out of earshot, he blurted:

“Wyatt looks like he’s torched on crack and I don’t like it but I’m his best friend and I don’t want him to think I don’t like him because he’s torched on crack but I don’t think I’d like him if he was torched on crack and I love him and I’d really like it if he wasn’t torched on crack.”

Quincy nodded along as A Double blurted out his concerns, chewing on her lip as she pondered how to respond. She was well aware that she was probably the least equipped person to give advice on the subject of drug abuse, but there weren’t exactly any other options. So, she tried her best. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, he’s not torched on crack. He’s probably on Xanax,” Q said, having been around Burntown enough to know the signs of some of the more common pills that Beverly Hills kids liked to take.

This was tricky. Quincy wasn’t as adverse to pills as A Double was, hell she’d dabbled a little herself, but she worried about Wyatt. “He seems fine for now, why don’t we go get some food, bring him back some, and I can talk to him once he’s a little bit more...present. Okay?”

“Uhm, okay.” He sighed and clicked open the car door, before he looked at Q. The truth was, A Double didn’t even really want Captain Cuddles! “Why don’t we go get something else? Wyatt looked high enough that he’ll forget we were here soon enough, since he’s already focused on the secret admirer and stuff. We can just go get Chinese Food. I don’t really want Captain Cuddles tonight. It is a happy food, I don’t wanna drag it down with my mood right now.”

Quincy nodded. “Works for me.”
In The Coalition {FULL} → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Callum McDaniel 🌑 Nox
Location: Balcony -> Training Room
Interacting with: Himself, Carol the AI


First a plane almost crash lands right into the airport and now, the Feds send babysitters after them? Cal wasn’t pleased. In fact, he was as far from pleased as you could get. As Nathaniel relayed the information concerning Hauser and his team, Cal stood, arms crossed in silent protest, his annoyance with the situation on full display. Despite that, he kept his mouth shut about it. He was still a rookie around here, but even if he hadn’t been, he still trusted Nathaniel. Call it respect or idol worship, whatever, Cal trusted him to make the right call here. He wasn’t about to argue.

His mood dampened considerably, Cal turned and made his way out to the balcony, in need of some clarity. From up this high, you could see practically the entire city. Down below, people went about their days, ants trudging along their daily routine. Cal sighed. He envied them at times. What was it like to have worries that didn’t involve the entire city turning against you, or some superpowered psycho hunting down your family? Nice, probably.

Cal sat down on one of the deck chairs and removed his mask, sighing as the cool breeze met the skin that had been hidden away for the past few hours. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe the Coalition did need supervision. They’d failed with the mayor. That was obvious. They’d been overconfident, unprepared. They hadn’t faced an Enhanced before, why should they have expected one then? Cal knew the answer. You expected everything, you had to, that way nothing could catch you off guard. His dad had taught him that.

The young hero stood up, his melancholy and self pity shoved aside in favor of determination. He had better things to do than wallow out here, right? Grabbing his mask, he walked back inside, marching practically, and made his way to the elevator, where he went straight down. Past the multitude of floors, some empty, some housing equipment, some whose contents were unknown to Cal.

When the elevator finally stopped, Cal stepped out, into a spacious room, seemingly empty save for him. The walls were some sort of metal, Cal had forgotten to ask what kind, but they were meant to take a beating. The floors were made of a similar material, probably the same type. Stylistically, it looked atrocious, but it was never meant to look good. This was a room designed for Enhanced persons, people who could wreck a normal gym with the kind of training they needed.
Gritting his teeth, Cal put his mask back on, and looked up at the ceiling. “Carol, run simulation 3417A,” he said, his gaze returning to the empty room before him. The calm, slightly jerky voice of a young woman answered back, Carol, the Watchtower’s helpful digital assistant. “Running simulation 3417A.”

The whir of machines could be heard as piece of the left wall slid aside and allowed a faceless, pure white, automaton to walk out, into the center of the room. For a moment, Cal stood there, until suddenly, he wasn’t there anymore. He was on the rooftop of an abandoned building, and in front of him, the psychopath he and the team had faced a few days prior. The simulation was built from security camera footage, and the ones that were in most of the teams masks. It recreated the battle, but it also allowed for improvisation. The AI could act as the villain, given what it had seen him do that day. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something. And this something was gonna be the difference between last time, and the next one.
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Featuring: Elliott “You’re A Bad Influence” Nichols & Ivy “I Know” Nichols


Elliott had figured out, many years ago, that his sister was just a habitually late person, and that nothing he could do would ever change that. While he’d been waiting by the door, ready to leave, for fifteen minutes, Ivy was just now applying the finishing touches on her makeup. Discovery however, did not mean acceptance, and so Elliott still made a fuss about it, every morning. “Ivy! Do you even know what punctuality is!” Elliott shouted up the stairs, his words dripping with annoyance.

Ivy, unfazed by her brother’s mood, skipped out of her room, and headed down the stairs, two at a time, to land in front of her brother, a grin on her face. She ruffled Elliott’s hair before heading out the door, gesturing for her brother to follow. “Ellie, when will you learn, that’s what you’re for,” she said. Elliott scowled, a cloudy day to his sister’s rays of sunshine, before getting into the drivers side of his car. Elliott drove them most places, ever since their dads had confiscated Ivy’s car, punishment for sneaking out one too many times.

“Guess what Dad told me,” Ivy said, her eyes never leaving the phone in her hands. Maybe it was better she didn’t get to drive. Elliott looked over at Ivy as the car halted in front of a red light.

“He’s sending you to boarding school? Oh! He’s sending me to boarding school?! he said with faux excitement, his sarcasm as unwavering as ever.

Ivy rolled her eyes and shook her head, smirking at her brothers joke. As different as they were, they’d been granted similar senses of humor, that was obvious. “Better! Noah got straight smashed last night at the Helmsleys! Like, passed out at the Callaghans smashed!” Ivy exclaimed, laughing her devilish, infectious laugh.

Elliott shook his head. “You are an awful influence,” he said, accelerating the car towards BHHS as the light changed from red to green.

Ivy grinned. “I know. But now, we can take him to parties, get him drunk with us at family barbecues, the whole shebang!” Ivy said, relishing in her new position as the Bad Cousin.

Elliott, ever the paragon of virtue, scowled at his sister. “Just because you’re trashy, doesn’t mean you need to make our cousin trashy too,” Elliott said. “What’s all this we business? You speak French now?”

Ivy looked over at him, bewilderment etched across her face. “I’m sorry, did you just fucking quote Drake? I- whatever, you can’t stop me. The corruption has begun baby brother, Noah is mine!” Ivy said, laughing like a madwoman as her brother shouted in exasperation.

“I’m three minutes younger! Three! And who the fuck is Drake?
In 2k4: New Class → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @smarty0114 & @Universorum collab
Featuring: Wyatt “Girls Are Stupid” Durand & A Double “No They’re Not” Bishop
Location: Dreamland


He missed Quincy, that was for sure.

A Double had tried, tried really hard, to convince her to stay the night, but to no avail. Alan Alexander had went to bed without cuddles, and with his girlfriend. Then, he’d woken up much the same way: no girlfriend, no snuggles. He did, however, find Wyatt. With his best friend in tow, A Double had strolled to the halfpipe in the center of Dreamland, and was now dangling his legs over the edge of it. He had listened to Wyatt tell his story about what had happened on the boat, and it seemed like Wyatt had made an ouchie.

“...you know she’s totally lying to you, right?” He asked, glancing over at Wyatt with an incredulous look of disbelief on his face. There had to be some master plan from Wyatt at work here, right? “Who else… could it, like… be? She even said she was expecting you… It had to be her, and now you messed up your chances of having your very own girlfriend.” A Double frowned and twisted his body to look directly at Wyatt, with his arms folded over his chest.

“Haven’t you always wanted your very own girlfriend?” He asked earnestly, furrowing his eyebrows as he posed the question of a lifetime.

“Okay, yes! Of course I want my very own girlfriend! But, she said it wasn’t her! What, should I just go up to her today and be like, ‘Oh I know you’re a liar!’ That won’t score me a girlfriend either!” Wyatt’s arms flailed about as he spoke, his emotions showing in every gesture. He was frustrated, and upset, and quite frankly, coming down hard from whatever it was he’d taken last night, after he’d left True. Scratching his forearm nervously, he let himself fall back so that he was laying down on top of the half-pipe. “I don’t know, man. Girls are stupid.”

“Q isn’t ‘stupid’ and she’s, like… a girl. So is Rose and she’s cool! I dunno, man!” A Double stood up and towered over Wyatt as he laid on his back, “look, man. If I were you, I’d totally run up to her and tell her you think she’s lyin’, cuz if she’s a secret admirer, then she’s trying to admire you secretly! You have to figure out the secret! Sheesh, haven’t you ever watched Scooby Doo or somethin’? It’s a mystery.” A Double explained, staring down at Wyatt with a look that showed A Double had complete confidence in his plan. Why wouldn’t it work?

Wyatt sighed. A Double made some good points. He was pretty sure it was True, but on the other hand, how could he be sure? He let out a groan this time, his exasperation with the entire situation obvious. On the one hand, he could not do anything and remain single forever. On the other hand, he could ask her again, and be wrong, again. Or he could be right. Or he could make a complete fool out of himself. Or he could be right but she could… the list goes on. There were way too many variables. He needed weed. “One sec,” he said, as he fished a joint and a lighter out of his sweatpants pockets, then proceeded to light it, taking a hit and letting the smoke pour out of his mouth, before offering the joint to A Double. Weed would clear his mind. Weed would help him focus, something he couldn’t ever seem to do on his own. “Okay, like, what’d you say to Q? How’d you get her?” Wyatt asked, looking up at his friend.

A Double took the joint from his friend and held it up to his lips, puffing at it before he blew the smoke out. Then, he had to think about Q, and what he’d said to her. Geeze, what did he say to her? ...not a lot. “well, to be honest with you… Q did most of the talking. She sorta just came to me and then we made out a lot… I didn’t do anything? She just threw herself at me. I think that’s the term.” A Double coughed a bit as he passed the joint over to his friend, and shrugged his shoulders, “dude, you said she was dressed up all sexily, she was kinda throwing herself at you too! I think you really dropped the ball on this one, man...”

A Double looked up at the sky, before adding, “but it’s okay. I don’t think your chances are totally shot! If she did it once, she’ll do it again.”

Wyatt took another hit and blew out more smoke, as familiar to him as walking. He knew that there weren’t many choices here. Do something or don’t. Anything past that was out of his control. “Okay. I’ve just got to talk to her. How hard could it be? She’s easy to talk to. And then, I’ll just call her out, and she’ll be like ‘Oh my gosh! Wyatt! That’s so hot!’ and that will be that,” Wyatt said, passing the joint off and grinning at his foolproof plan.

“Yeah, totally. See, it’s that easy! Girls are easy.” A Double pulled out his phone, checking the time. Was his girl awake yet? He should probably check! She liked when he did that, A Double was beginning to slowly, but surely, learn the different things that girlfriends apparently enjoyed. “What do we want for breakfast? I’m hungry now. I want a lot of food…” A Double muttered, staring at the sky. He had a one track mind, and it was somewhat dominated by food. Once he got out of his trance, he’d call Q. Text her? Nah, calling would be best…

“You should bring her here, after she jumps on you. Cuz it’s like, nice here. I think it’s nice here. Plus, it’s private, since my parents are gone still. But they’ll be home at the end of the month. I think that’s what dad said, but maybe I’m wrong,” A Double frowned, realizing that he had no idea how much longer he’d be living unsupervised. Did he even like living unsupervised? It was okay sometimes, but he missed not having to cook. Or buy groceries.

Wyatt looked up at the big, blue, Beverly Hills Sky. “I wanna take her somewhere fresh, somewhere so ace she won’t even know what’s up. I have some Wheelz n Deals money saved up. Jason’ll probably give me some money, and let me borrow one of the cars,” Wyatt said, wistfully. “I mean, like, she’s uber preppy! Like, I don’t even know why she’s into me of all people! She probably only eats seafood from Maine and like, has a personal driver or something.” Wyatt said, his anxiety starting to pierce through his high, resulting in another puff of the joint.

“Isn’t she like… uh, what’s his name… the tall guy. Damian! Isn’t she Damian’s sister? I bet she’s not that preppy, maybe it’s just a side effect of being Damian’s little sister. Like, she gets associated with Damian and Damian’s like a big deal and like since she’s his sister she’s a prep? That makes sense to me.” A Double explained, and in his head it made total sense. She was Damian’s sister, Damian was a big deal, preps were… a big deal? Therefore, since he couldn’t think of anything else about Truly that set her apart from her peers… she was a prep! Checked out in his mind. “Seafood is gross, I hope she doesn’t only eat seafood, I bet it’d make her kisses taste like seafood…”

“Wyatt, I’m hungry. It’s breakfast time. I’m gonna call Q and see what she wants for breakfast. Do you wanna come with us? I’ll buy! I gotta call her anyway, it’s kind of a boyfriendly duty. You better get used to those, too, there are a lot of demands if you’re gonna be a boyfriend, it isn’t all fun and games!”

Wyatt pondered for a moment. “Food sounds nice. I’m in.”
In The Coalition {FULL} → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Featuring: Jamie “That’s Not A Hickey” Callaghan, Katie “I Did Not Just Have A Dream About Scott” Callaghan & Noah “What Happened Last Night?” Nichols
With Special Guest Appearances By: Henry “I Didn’t Raise Those Kids” Callaghan & Alison “Is That A Hickey?” Callaghan
Location: The Callaghan House


As Marshall walked through his front door and let it close behind him, Katie unraveled herself from Noah’s unconscious form, and clambered up into the front seat. She looked over at her brother, who was staring glassy eyed at Marshall’s house, as if he was still hypnotized by Marshall Radley’s ass. Typical. “So I take it that tonight went well?” she asked, smirking over at her lovestruck brother. Jamie looked over at her and rolled his eyes. “It was… good,” he said, a smug smile creeping up his face as he recalled the night’s events. Katie gagged. “Never make that face again! It was so gross! Ugh, I get it you got laid, Jesus Christ!” Katie shouted, earning a shrug from Jamie.

Jamie laughed, and soon the two fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the late night radio, and letting the lights of the Hills pass by Jamie’s car, which was currently steering itself. “So, what happened with Noah?” Jamie asked, finally breaking the long silence. Katie turned around to look at her friend, who had passed out, his head lolled back and his mouth wide open as he took in breath after heavy breath. She’d found him curled up on a bed, fresh out of the shower, with JD watching over him. There had been some notable tension, but Noah wasn’t really in the state of mind to talk about it.

“Cassie Clark happened to Noah,” Katie said, annoyed. “She got him trashed on a bottle of vodka she stole from the bar,” she explained.

Jamie nodded, before continuing with his interrogation. “Should I even ask about the new clothes, or no?”

Katie looked over at Jamie, and shook her head. That was an off limits topic. For once, she was done talking about Scott Lyon, and anything he did. For a few hours at least.

As Jamie’s car pulled itself through the Callaghan’s gate and into the driveway, Jamie turned to Katie and put a finger to his lips. The last thing they needed was their mom to find them bringing Noah inside, completely trashed. Katie had already let their mom know that Noah would be spending the night, lying and saying that study group had run late, and that Mrs. Nichols had an emergency meeting out of town, a fairly regular occurence. The two Callaghans got out of the car, slowly closing their doors, with as much stealth as they could muster, before Jamie went into the back, and got Noah out of the car, letting the younger boy lean into him as they headed inside.

The three teens stepped through the front door of the Callaghan home, only to find the two people they had most wanted to avoid. Henry and Alison Callaghan, awake, and angry. Jamie winced, and shook his head. This blew. Katie stammered, taken aback by the sudden sight of her parents, clad in their pajamas and slippers. Noah groaned.

“So, I take it study group was fun Katie? Jamie, how was Selena’s?” their dad asked, his arms crossed and his voice stern. Katie chewed her lip for a moment, looking down at the floor, her stomach doing a full Olympic gymnastics routine. Rather than say anything, she chose to stay silent. Jamie, less of a stranger to his parents’ wrath, spoke up. “You guys are up late,” Jamie said, trying on a smile, only to be greeted by the harsh expressions on the faces of his mom and dad.

“A party? On a Tuesday night? Really?” Alison said, her voice shaky, as if she was trying to restrain her rage. “I called Madison, because, you know I just had a hunch, and she’s tucked away in bed. No emergency meeting. So then I called Joy’s parents. Joy’s out with her boyfriend tonight. It didn’t take long to figure out that the Helmsleys were throwing a party.”

“You know what I always say? Right? Why I don’t like the Helmsleys, or the Greens, or even the Sterlings? It’s cause of this kind of shit! Throwing parties on yachts in the middle of the week! Just because we have all this,” Henry hissed, gesturing to the lavish furniture and artwork that decorated the Callaghan’s home, “doesn’t mean we’re gonna act like rules don’t apply to us. Neither of you are better than anyone else because your mother and I do well for ourselves. Neither of you are allowed to go out drinking and partying, just because we have money! I get it, you’re kids, and kids party, trust me, I know! But c’mon? Lying to us? Going out, on a Tuesday night? I didn’t raise those kids.”

Jamie and Katie had both taken a special interest in their shoes during their dad’s tirade, and once he was done, they mumbled out their apologies, swallowing nervously as they hung in the air. Finally, their mother stepped forward, shaking her head. “We can talk tomorrow, after everyone’s had some rest. Get Noah to sleep, and make sure he has some water,” she said, before walking up stairs and back to bed, followed by their dad. Once they were gone, the two siblings shared a grimace, wrinkling their noses at how poorly that went. Silently, they climbed the stairs, Katie heading into her room, while Jamie brought Noah into his.

Inside his room, Jamie laid Noah down on the floor, slipping a pillow under his head, and tossing a blanket over him as well. He retrieved a bowl from downstairs, as well as a glass of water, and left them both by his head, in case any trouble arose in the night. With Noah squared away, the journalist slipped out of his jeans, and shirt, pulling a t-shirt over his head, and collapsed into his bed. He couldn’t help but smile, despite the show that had just gone down. It had been worth it. Jamie drifted off into a deep sleep, as Noah mumbled about green hair and liars, and Katie pondered about whether or not hot chocolate was an aphrodisiac.



The morning came faster than Jamie would have liked, but as the sound of windchimes and birds burst from the speakers in his walls, Jamie got out of bed, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes. On the floor, Noah was slowly sitting up, his hair a mess, and his eyes underlined by dark circles. Jamie smirked at the younger boy. “Rough night?” he asked, to which Noah replied with a groan, his throat dry and his voice hoarse.

Jamie got the shower first, and after letting the hot water rinse away the initial resistance to the day, he got out, toweling himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. In his room, Noah was sitting in the beanbag chair, waiting for his turn. Jamie walked into his closet, looking for an outfit, one that said “Yes, I did make out with a cute boy last night.”

“Jamie?” Noah said his friend’s name from just outside the closet, his slender frame peeking in. Jamie turned in response, awaiting a question. “Is Cassie Clark, like, a gossip?” the younger boy asked, concern written across his forehead in neon sharpie. Jamie bit his lip, before answering, “Noah, Cassie probably has no recollection of anything you said or did last night. Don’t worry,” Jamie said, before turning back to his clothes.

Noah, his fears somewhat put to rest, took his shower next, then came out to find that Jamie had left an outfit for him to wear out on the bed. While he changed, Jamie and Katie had found their mom downstairs, making breakfast for the twins. “Oh boys, say good morning to your brother and sister, who don’t know how to follow the rules,” she said, her voice unnervingly cheery. The twins made faces at their older siblings, taunting them, while Jamie and Katie winced, and waited for Noah to come down.

“Is Noah alright?” Alison asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern this time. She’d been a teenager too, she knew what it was like to wake up with a hangover. She had more sympathy than her husband, not that that made her any less pissed off.

Jamie nodded. “He’s in the shower, I gave him some of my clothes. I’m sure he feels like shit, but he’ll live,”

Alison looked at her two oldest kids and sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. “Oh come on! We didn’t even come home drunk! We’ve gotta get points for that,” Jamie argued, following his mother as she brought hash browns over to the twins, who shouted with excitement at the food.

“We’ll just ha-Jamie! Is that a hickey?!” Alison shouted, looking at her son in shock. Jamie, unaware of whatever his mom thought she saw, turned to Katie, who winced. Oh no. He ran to the downstairs bathroom, and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, right at the point where his neck turned into his collarbone, a dark purple mark rested, telling everyone the story of his night. Oh fuck me.

Soon enough, Jamie came back to the kitchen, his face contorted into an expression of embarrassment, and for once, speechlessness. “I can’t confirm, nor deny, whatever you may have seen,” Jamie said, after a moment of silence while he gathered his thoughts. His mom rolled her eyes and shook her head and mumbled, “As long as it’s not AJ.”

The Callaghans were saved from further discomfort by Noah, who bounded down the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder and Jamie’s clothes covering his body. They were a smidge too big, but what was he gonna do. Alison smiled at Noah, and waved. “Hi Noah, pleasure as always,” she said cheerily, earning outraged looks from her two children.

“Oh, so he comes home drunk and it’s fine, but I get one hickey and it’s the end of the world!” Jamie said, the exasperation clear in his tone.

Alison tilted her head to the side, and stared Jamie down. “He is not my kid, Jamie Callaghan. Going out on a Tuesday night, getting hickeys everywhere. You probably didn’t use a condom either! At this rate, I’ll just sign you both up for rehab now!” she said, switching from a mumble to a shout. God, Katie really did get it from somewhere.

“Mom, you’re being dramatic, and we’re gonna be late,” Jamie said, grabbing his backpack off one of the kitchen chairs, before heading out the door, Katie and Noah following close behind, Alison shouting her goodbyes after them.

Inside the car, Jamie groaned as he looked in the pulldown mirror, shaking his head. Katie silently pulled out foundation from her bag, and placed it in her brother’s lap. “Comeon Jay, dab some foundation on there and stop being a bitch baby,” she said, shaking her head.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Jamie said, as he opened the foundation and applied some over the hickey, doing his best to at least make it seem less noticeable.

“You could say that,” Katie replied, before the voice of Jamie’s Assistant, Victoire, filled the car.

“Jamie, you have a text from Marshall? Would you like me to read it out loud?” she asked.

“Go ahead Vic”

“Hey, can I get a ride, my car’s at school?” Wow, already giving him rides to school? Okay,” Vic said. Why the fuck did they ever think giving AI personalities was a good idea? Jamie shook his head, but couldn’t hide the smile that was creeping up his face. “Tell him that that can be arranged,” Jamie responded.

“Does this mean I have to sit in the back again?”

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