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In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @smarty0114 & @Hey Im Jordan collab
Featuring: Quincy Hart & A Double
Location: Captain Cuddles, Friday, before the movie.


A Double was glad he’d made the call (an executive decision, he’d called it) to go to Captain Cuddles a little early. Wyatt had a date and was capable of getting himself there, so check that box off. Their only other friends were Raf and Mason, and those two would find their way here if they so wished. But Double A needed to arrive early. See, the Friday night parties at Captain Cuddles got a little busy, and A Double had a fear: there wouldn’t be enough pizza to sustain him.

It was a legitimate fear! Some of the people that went to school with them could eat a lot of pizza, and it was an all you can eat buffet. That meant that a lot of pizza was going to be eaten, and A Double wanted to ensure he ate enough. So, he came up with a brilliant idea: arrive early, and pre-eat.

So, it was like an hour and change-ish before the beginning of the movie, and A and his Q were walking up the stairs to the Captain Cuddles pizzeria establishment. A Double was dressed in a shirt that had Chewbacca’s face on it, and was wearing loose fitting flannel pajama pants that had lightsabers on them. The pants were a pair he had specifically for nights like this, where he intended to eat a lot of pizza. The extra room could come in handy!

As they neared the door, A Double glanced over at Q and grinned his classic, dumb, toothy grin. “Hey, thanks for letting us come early. I get that it’s kinda weird? But I just… really like pizza, Q.”

Quincy laughed. “You should know me well enough by now to realize that if I didn’t want to be here an hour early, we wouldn’t be,” she said, before planting a kiss on his cheek, and leaning her head against his shoulder. Their relationship had gotten more comfortable since their conversation on Monday, and she was excited to debut them. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t care about showing off her boyfriend just a little bit.

“Yeah, that’s fair.” A Double said as he nodded his agreement, leading her along the way to the counter, where he gently rang the bell. It took a few seconds, but before long, the owner came out from behind the counter, and squinted at them.

“You’re always early, A Dubs.” Ty said, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll get you the usual. Give me like ten minutes. Hey, do you guys know a girl named Kit?”

“...do we know a girl named Kit?” He said, looking at Q. The best part of having a girlfriend, he’d realized, was that he didn’t really have to remember anything. Instead, Q handled all the pesky business like ‘do you know this person?’

“Nah, can’t say we do,” Q replied, leaning up against A Double. She raised her eyebrows though, quizzically. “Why? Don’t tell me someone’s after us?” Quincy asked. Her meeting with Ash had shaken her a little bit. It would be just his thing to send someone asking around about them.

“Nah, but she seemed like she was your type. She had purple and blue hair, looked like she spent most of her time high, drank four root beer floats, ate a bunch of pizza, beat all your high scores, and then left. Also, she thought I only had three games in my entire shop.”

“What? That’s… that’s a lot of ice cream and pizza.” A Double squinted, sitting down at the bar and gesturing for Q to get up beside him as he stared across the way at Ty. “Kit’s kind of a dumb name. That’s not even a real name!”

Q slid up on to a bar stool next to A Double, mouth agape. “She beat our high scores?” she asked in disbelief. Those high scores had been good, and they’d taken a whole summer to cultivate on most of the machines. Wyatt and Raf were gonna be pissed.

“Well, two of them: Tron and Ms. Pac-Man. Then she played Third Strike and complained about me not having enough games to call this an arcade? But she never opened the door to the actual arcade…” Ty sighed and shook his head, “that’s how I know she smokes too much weed. I’ll be right back with your food. I heard you two are dating! That’s great.” With that, Ty headed back into the kitchen.

“This girl sounds crazy.” A Double muttered, looking over at Q and kissing her cheek. “We should talk to her? Do you think that’s her real name?”

“Kit is definitely a real name babe. Well, I guess it’s a nickname. Didn’t you read American Girl?” Quincy asked, smirking at her boyfriend. “Anyways, if she likes the place so much, maybe she’ll show tonight,” Quincy suggested, shrugging. “Have you seen Owen recently? I wanted to see how he’s holding up,” Q asked. She had never liked Owen that much, and after the drama with him and Trixie, well she’d liked him less honestly. Finding out that he’d stood up for her to Hailey though? That had changed her mind on the guy. She’d been meaning to talk to him, but as far as she knew, he wasn’t at school today.

“What's American Girl? Owen? Owen Lyon? Owen Lyon my scary cousin who's all bite and no bark? Owen ‘probably gonna get a murder charge because Jamie can't keep my name out his mouth’ Lyon? That Owen? Uh… He's probably okay. I haven't seen him. We can go see him! It's not like, a big deal. If that's what you want. I thought you didn't like him because he's a cheater? Or… Something?” As A Double spoke, his hand busied themselves with folding the napkin in front of him into a swan.

“I didn’t. As it turns out, he’s not a cheater, and the only reason everybody thinks he is one, is because he stood up for me. So, I owe him one.” Quincy shrugged. “He has to come to school eventually. I’ll talk to him then.” Quincy said, staring off at the arcade. “If this Kit girl beats my Time Crisis high score, I’m gonna be annoyed. That shit took way too long for some rando to come knock it down,” Q griped.

“I mean… if she already beat Raf’s Pac-Man score, and my TRON score, then she’s pretty good… You’d have to like stand next to the machine and watch it all night. Cuz what if she comes here to this thingy and plays arcade games? If she goes into the actual arcade, she’ll beat everything. Like… like some kind of monster.” A Double said, looking over at Q thoughtfully. He did have a point. The Pac-Man and Tron scores had stood for almost a year and a half now.

“Are you suggesting that I won’t? Cause I will,” Q said, slamming her hands down on the bar in some sort of show of dominance, although who she was dominating remained unclear. “Ty, I’m gonna need a float! I’ve got a fucking siege to lead,” The Burner Queen growled, looking over at the arcade and her coveted Time Crisis machine, like a corrupt hobbit guarding an ancient treasure.

“Does that mean we’re not watching Star Wars…?” A Double asked, as Ty came out from the kitchen with a plate of cheesy breadsticks that he dropped in front of A Double, before turning around and grabbing a mug, before he filled it up with soft server and root beer from the taps behind the bar.

“Knock yourself out, Quincy. Free refills tonight, y’know.” After Ty said that, A Double began to open his mouth, but before he could even start, Ty was already pouring another one. “Yeah, I know.” He said, before sliding both mogs down the way to the King and Queen. A Double was pleased, eating a piece of delicious cheesy bread, and taking a sip from his mug.

“Babe, I’ve seen Obi-Wan die enough times to know that this here is the good fight. I’m protecting our legacy. I am the Jedi,” Quincy said, before taking a bite of root beer soaked, vanilla ice cream. “As good as ever, Ty!”

“But… okay.” A Double seemed resigned to his fate. The problem wasn’t not watching Star Wars, the problem was not kissing Quincy. But, he could survive a few hours of not doing something he’d been doing a whole lot for the past couple of weeks. “As long as I still get to eat a lot of pizza.” A Double stood up with his float in one hand and his cheesy bread in the other. “Let’s go, I think there are stools in the arcade.” He knew there were stools in the arcade, but A Double always said ‘think,’ just in case for some reason they’d been moved.

Quincy grabbed her root beer float and followed A Double into the arcade, ready and willing to defend her title. She was less concerned about the lack of making out than she was about her highscore. She could make out with A Double, pretty much whenever she wanted. Plus, her lips were sore. This, though, this was important. This was her prestige, her legacy as a burner. She’d been reborn in Burntown but she’d been baptized in Captain Cuddles. She wasn’t going to give this one up without a fight.
In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Featuring: Wyatt Durand & Dr. Elton Durand
Location: The Durand House, Friday Night


Friday night may have been filled to the brim with stuff to be excited for, but first, Wyatt would have to get through his shift. Wheelz N Dealz wasn’t a bad place to work at all, in fact Wyatt loved it. The people that came in were chill enough for the most part, and the manager didn’t care if he was high at work either. Today though, the hours had dragged by. His friends, who usually stopped by to keep him company, were all busy and his date tonight had his stomach doing flips every time he thought about it.

Wyatt’s foot hammered against the ground as he watched the clock tick it’s way to seven o’clock. The moment the red hand made it’s final jolt across the top of the clock, Wyatt vaulted over the counter, shouting a hurried, “Bye Scott!” to his manager, and rushing out the door, his skateboard in hand.

As Wyatt rolled down the streets of Beverly Hills, his mind returned to thoughts of his secret admirer. Was it the redhead from the night at the boat? Or someone else like she’d said? Did she like flowers? Shit, he didn’t have any flowers. He’d have to buy some on his way there.

The Durand house was an imposing sight. Cold, modern architecture, all pure white and pristine, made the place look like some sort of space ship instead of a house. It was impeccably precise, just like his dad liked it.

The interior of the house was much like the exterior. Clean, pristine, with all white walls and marble floors. Black accents were placed throughout, splashes of color in the form of paintings, but the overall vibe was apparent; This place was cleaner than a hospital.

When Wyatt stepped through the front door, he saw the last person he wanted to see tonight: Dr. Elton Durand, aka, his father. Elton looked up at his son as he walked through the door, his typical expression plastered on. Cold, aloof, and busy. If those three traits could have been given physical form, it would be this man right here.

“The boards sell well?” Dr. Durand asked, from the couch. Wyatt veered left towards the living room, and stood, nodding. It was rare that his dad wanted to ask him about his day, and like a moth to a flame, he gravitated to the attention. “They did. Well, I mean, as well as they normally do,” Wyatt said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Prolonged conversation wasn’t something he was used to when it came to his dad.

“Any plans for tonight?” The doctor’s eyes had drifted back to his magazine, a medical journal that Wyatt had tried and failed to read once in an effort to make conversation with his father less painful. However, tonight, the conversation was...lively. At least compared to the last four years of their relationship.

“Actually, I...well I have a date,” Wyatt said, unable to prevent the grin that broke out across his face. His dad turned to him, an eyebrow cocked in surprise. “Well, that is interesting.” Wyatt grinned even harder, if that was possible. His dad had called his life interesting!

“See, I thought your evening plans would consist of something, oh I don’t know, Xanax related?” Elton said, calmly producing a bottle of the anti-anxiety pills that he shook around. It was empty.

Wyatt’s face fell. So this had been a setup all along. He’d never cared about what his plans were. It was just a way to build him up, only to knock him down.

“Anything?”

Silence held the father and son in a tight grip as they stared each other down, both refusing to budge.

“Stealing your dad’s anxiety meds? Come on, Wyatt! What the hell is going on? We let you off with a lot, mainly because your dad thinks you have to be allowed to be a kid, but this? What the fuck is wrong with you, Wyatt?”

Wyatt stood in silence for a moment. “Why does there always have to be something wrong with me?” he said softly. Before his dad could say anything in response, Wyatt was running up the stairs and slamming the door to his room behind him, sending a BANG throughout the house.

Wyatt’s breathing was heavy as he looked at himself in the mirror and struggled to calm down. Fine. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

The burner sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed, his face in his hands. He stayed there for a moment, still and silent except for the sounds of his breathing, before standing back up and wiping his face with the back of his hands, sniffling as if that would send all the bad feelings away. It wouldn’t, but he knew what would.

Fifteen minutes later, Wyatt stood in front of his mirror, dressed in a suit jacket and a slacks, his ratty converse peeking out from under the cuffs. His tie was a mess, but he hoped his secret admirer wasn’t a stickler about stuff like that. He grabbed his board and opened up the window of his room, slipping out and onto the roof of his house.

He stayed low, moving along the edge of the flat roof, a perk of Dr. Durand’s taste in modern architecture. He dropped down to a separate, lower section of the roof, then climbed down from there. The boy seamlessly got on his board, and skated down the driveway, pulling out a joint and a lighter from his jacket pocket and lighting it as he rode. He took a hit and exhaled his troubles in a cloud of smoke.
In Characters R Us → 6 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets


In 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Featuring: Connor Prince & Jackson Prince
Location: Jackson Prince’s Mansion, Friday Night


Jackson Prince’s backyard was a sight. The large mansion sat on a hill, overlooking the back of the property. From the patio, hardwood stairs descended towards a lush area of green, decorated with topiaries of multiple animals. Elephants, dolphins, horses, even a scorpion. The topiary jungle was next to a basketball court, full sized on a patch of asphalt, about thirty feet from a large, luxurious swimming pool.

Bright, fluorescent light illuminated the basketball court. The sun had just set, but already the air was already devoid of any warmth that the day had held, which was not much as is. On the court, Connor Prince was dribbling a dirty basketball, shirtless, with sweat pouring down his body, unbothered by the cold. Music blasted from his phone, which was lying on the ground next to his shirt, as he practiced his shooting.

“Hey kid” his Uncle Jack called from the patio, a glass of Diet Pepsi in his hand. The past week with his uncle had been uneventful. He rarely saw Jack, aside from breakfast and dinner, where they made polite small talk. Connor’s music was still blaring at full volume, so loud that Jack could hear it from his lofty vantage point. Taking a sip from his drink, he took the stairs down, and strolled over to the side of the court, and watched as Connor played.

Connor ignored Jack for a few minutes, before finally dropping the ball and stopping the music. “What do you want? You just gonna fucking watch me play?” Connor asked harshly, using his discarded shirt to wipe the sweat off of his face.

“I take it you found out about your dad’s announcement,” Jack asked, taking another drink from his glass, and staring across the court at his nephew, his face a hard mask of disinterest, as if this conversation were just mundane small talk between him and a colleague who’s name he’d already forgotten.

Connor grimaced at Jack’s words. “Of fucking course I did. It’s all anybody’s talking about. Timothy Prince, running for president. I hope he doesn’t even get past the fucking primaries,” Connor spat. He’d seen the news of his father’s candidacy this morning, and had spent the day fuming.

“He didn’t even fucking call! He didn’t ask me what I thought, didn’t even warn me! He hasn’t called once since he shipped me out here, and then he goes and runs for fucking president! Makes sense that he shipped me across the country though. He doesn’t want me tarnishing his race. Well if that’s what you came to talk to me about, you can fuck off. I don’t want anything to do with him or his stupid race.”

Jack let out a loud, heart laugh. “You think I give a rat’s ass about your dad’s race? I came out to see how your handling it, and from what I can tell, the answer is poorly,” Jack said.

“Why the fuck do you care?! Just leave me the fuck alone!” Connor screamed back in response. “I was alone in New York, I think I can be alone just fucking fine here,” Connor said, quieter but no less venomous.

Jack chuckled. “Look, Kid, I’m not gonna try and tell you how to deal with all this. I can tell you right now though, this isn’t it. You’re sitting here wallowing, and that’s only gonna lead you to more hurt,” Jack said. “He’s my brother, so trust me when I say, I know he can suck. Especially lately.” Jack sighed, and for a moment, Connor’s face softened.

“Whatever. I’ll be eighteen in two years, and then it won’t really matter, will it?”

Jack stood silent for a moment, before offering up his own advice. “There’s a movie night at Captain Cuddles. You should go. It won’t hurt for you to make some friends out here. If you won’t talk to me about any of this, you can at least talk to people your own age.”

Connor scoffed. “Yeah, I’ll pass,” Connor said, balling up his shirt and scooping up his ball, before making his way back towards the house.

“If you stay here, we’re gonna have to talk about the Helmsley party you lied about going to the other night,” Jack said, turning to face his nephew, daring him to push back. Connor glared back at him for a moment before muttering his response.

“Fine.”
In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @smarty0114 & @Hey Im Jordan collab
Featuring: Ophelia Brycen & Cassie Clark
Location: The Brycen House, Thursday Night


The past twelve hours had been a mess. Thanks for that, Jamie. Since his story had broken this morning, chaos had been the theme of Cassie’s life. Everyone, everyone wanted to know if Cassie had know. Everyone wanted to know if it was true. What could Cassie tell them? That it was fake? A lie? Ophelia hadn’t told her a thing, about any of this, so how was she supposed to know how to react?

This brought her to the doorstep of one Ophelia Brycen, a copy of today’s article in her hand. She knew it was true, deep down. Jamie never lied. She just needed to hear it from Ophelia. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the doorbell, and listened to the deep sound of chiming bells that rang throughout the house, waiting for someone to open the door.

When the door opened, it wasn’t Ophelia that stood to answer Cassie, but instead Ophelia’s mother: Belle. “Oh. Hey, Cassie. She’s upstairs. Door is closed, but unlocked. She was upset, but we talked and she’s doing okay now.” She offered, before stepping out of the way for Cassandra to step inside if she pleased. Belle looked toward the sweeping staircase of the mansion she lived in with Ophelia and smiled, “Thank you for coming. Nobody else has.”

Cassie offered Belle a weak smile. “Oh, it’s no problem.” She didn’t quite know how to say that she wasn’t here to check on Ophie. Well, okay, she was, but that wasn’t her main reason for coming. She wanted answers. She was here to find out if her best friend was as heartless as she’d been made out to be.

Cassie gracefully ascended the stairs, and made her way to Ophelia’s room, a familiar walk. She didn’t stop to knock on the door, only steel herself for what was to come. Taking a deep breath, she walked into Ophelia’s room, shutting the door behind her. “You’ve been gone from school. People were starting to think you’d ran away,” Cassie said.

Ophelia was laying on the bed, dressed in her PJs, with damp hair splayed out around her on her pillow. Held up high into the air was a Batman comic (specifically the Long Halloween, rather than put it up, she’d just started reading it again). She didn’t at first turn to look at Cassie, instead just turning the page and asking a question. “Geeze, really? Where do they say I’ve gone?” She brought the book down to her chest, turning to look at Cassandra, “I just got busted in the face, and I didn’t want admin asking.” She explained, pointing at the shiner on her face.

Cassie’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck happened?” Cassie asked, dropping the newspaper on the floor. She didn’t quite know what to think about Ophelia at the moment, but she knew how Ophelia had treated her in the past. The Ophelia she knew, still deserved her sympathy. She just hoped after tonight, that was still the Ophelia she knew.

Ophelia pursed her lips and wondered for a second what she wanted to say about this. There were a few ways to frame things, but what was the right way? Honesty, probably. That was typically the ‘best policy.’ “Well, I don’t know how Jamie got all the details. Secondly, he kind of writes like a pretentious asshole. It wasn’t a very fair article to anyone?” She shook her head and sat up on the bed, carefully setting the book aside after marking her page. “I guess the reason you’re here is to know if it’s true or not? Well, it is. I did all of those things that Jamie said I did — after all, he never lies. He’s just a scumbag. I never swore anything, he embellished a lot of stuff, and… whatever. I’m just happy I told Trixie before he did.”

“Not that! Your face! What the fuck happened?” Cassie asked, concern and hints of fear flooding her tone.

“Huh?” Ophelia was stopped in her tracks by that — she thought that Cassie was here to talk about the business at hand, but… this was better! Genuine concern was a good thing. “Oh, uhm. Trixie punched me in the face. After I told her the thing.”

Cassie’s face fell. “Oh. Well...I’m not gonna say you didn’t deserve that,” Cassie said, crossing her arms. “Why the hell did you do it, O?” Cassie asked. She said a silent prayer that the answer might be something that she could justify, something she could accept and still sleep at night.

“I totally deserved it. Shit happens, I already forgive her.” Ophelia said, waving it off. She just didn’t want the administration team of the school being their (awful) selves and pushing for details and then possibly getting Trixie in trouble over it. “Why did I do it? Because, and a lot of people forget this, but Hailey Green is Grade A fucking crazy. She’s got issues, dude. And at the time, keep in mind, this was a while ago, she was really mad. You’ve never seen her mad before. Not that mad. I thought she was going to kill me. I still do?”

Cassie pursed her lips. Ophie was right. Cassie barely knew Hailey, really. They ran in the same circles, but for the most part she didn’t consider her a friend. Did that make it okay? No. It did mean that Cassie couldn’t really weigh in, or at the very least, it gave her a reason not to. “Okay. I guess. What you did was fucked, big time, but that’s between you and Trixie.” Cassie punctuated her words with a soft smile. “Europe was the winner. I think the rumor about you running away somewhere started with Quincy, but everybody had different ideas as to where. So at lunch, The Elite went around and took a poll. Europe was the winner,” Cassie explained smirking.

“Europe? I can go to way better places than Europe. Like, Korea. I like Korean girls. So too, do the Greens; apparently.” She shook her head, but she did have a smile on her lips. At least Cassie didn’t hate her! Marshall did. That sucked. Everyone else probably did... oh well, she could deal. “Plan is to come back by Monday? Maybe Friday? I dunno when the shiner will clear up. Once I get back there I have to confront that little prick for using mine, Owen’s, Trixie’s, and Hailey’s name as fucking clickbait because he craves attention and wasn’t getting enough. No friends havin’ motherfucker. Could have just let the issues be handled internally, but noooo.”

She sniffed the air. “Follow the drama like a hunting dog. A bad one, since he could probably get as many people excited writing about the other crap that happens.”

“If you want to stop being the Kardashians of BHHS, all you have to do is ask. I’m sure we can find some girl who wants to trade places,” Cassie teased. “If it makes you feel any better, I think Marshall already tore into Jamie. Someone heard them fighting in the newspaper room this morning.”

“Hey, look at that. He’s still fighting the good fight.” She rolled her eyes, “I been thinking. We should get involved in the newspaper, or the morning show or both! If the rest of the Candies are still down to do our thing, I mean. We could offer anonymous relationship advice in the paper, written by us collectively. Like how Brian does his little ‘Ask Brian’ thing. It’d just be ‘Ask the Candies.’ And then, for the show? I was thinking something like we could put the shipping wall, er... minus the parts about who we think should be together... and give everyone updates on the relationships of BHHS. We could have bright, pastel colored, matching outfits. It’d be cute.” She gave a bashful smile and a shake of her head, “sorry. There’s been a lot of time to think.”

Cassie grinned. “I like it! I won’t lie to you, the Candies could probably use a PR boost right about now,” Cassie said. “I’m glad you’re okay,” Cassie said, taking a step towards her friends bed and sitting down on the edge. She’d been unsure of where they’d stand at the end of this rendezvous, but Cassie knew now. She wanted to be by Ophelia’s side, even if it made her look bad. Cassie owed her that much.

“Yeah, I guess I look like shit right now, and as an extension… the friends look like shit. I figure if we start doing stuff in the public eye, it might help? I dunno. I’m also thinking about quitting the cheer team, or at least relinquishing my position as captain to Selena. Might as well. From what Hailey’s told me, Sel is going to be taking over. Or, at least, starting to. It doesn’t matter anymore. I can’t sit with them anymore.” Ophelia slowly, but carefully and sure of herself, rested her head against Cassie’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Cassie let her hand drift to Ophelia’s hair, softly stroking it. “It’s what I’m here for.”
In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @smarty0114 & @Silent Observer collab
Featuring: Jamie Callaghan & Marshall Radley
Location: Myron’s Steakhouse


Myron’s was a steakhouse, built some forty years ago, that had served as many A-Listers as Denny’s had drug addicts. This was a Beverly Hills establishment, with a waitlist longer than the line outside of Walmart on Black Friday, and Jamie had gotten a table for two. After swearing him to secrecy, his mother was happy to help him get a spot, and she pulled some strings for him.

As Jamie’s car pulled in front of the valet, Jamie turned to Marshall, a look of concern on his face. “I hope this isn’t too much. It’s just, well, I wanted to prove that I was here, for whatever comes our way,” Jamie said, just like he’d rehearsed a million times in the shower earlier.

Marshall eagerly watched out the window as they pulled up to the window. Every aspect about this date night would be a surprise for the drama king, and he absolutely loved that. Surprises were so incredibly romantic. He bit at his lip when they arrived at Myron’s. He’d heard of it before, of course, but he’d never been there. “Isn’t this place for like… celebrities?” he whispered once they got out of the car and the valet took the keys. God, that was a gorgeous car…

“It’s definitely too much.” Marshall said with a slight grin. Too much was exactly what he wanted and needed, though. Jamie would come to find that Marshall loved being spoiled, and a spoiled Marshall would be very good for Jamie. Boldly, Marsh linked his arm in the crook of Jamie’s elbow as they walked to the front door.

Jamie grinned. “I mean, it’s not only for celebrities. Just, filthy rich people in general,” Jamie said as he held the door for Marshall, before following him into the entryway of the restaurant. He gave the host his name and a waiter sprung up with menus, and led them to a dimly lit table towards the center of the restaurant. Around the dining room, a myriad of celebrities and other well dressed one percenters ate and mingled.

“My mom knows the host, and he got her the reservation. It pays to have an A-Lister mom I guess,” Jamie said, chuckling as they took their seats.

“I guess it does.” Marshall responded lightly. He was distracted by the sights and sounds of the unfamiliar restaurant. It was so… insanely bougie. It was the kind of place he’d end up when he went out to dinner with the HOT girls. His eyes found Jamie again, sitting across from him with that intense stare he had. Butterflies stirred in his stomach at the realization that, holy crap, he was actually on a date here. It wasn’t until this very moment, both of them dressed to impress, sitting across from each other in the dim lighting, that the romance of it all hit him. Blushing a little, he met that intense gaze. “My mom is a realtor, so the bennies pretty much extend to our really nice house. But… I could get used to this.” He said with a smirk. Marshall could especially get used to this if he were to become an A-Lister himself. Dream big, right?

“I mean, you better if you plan on acting. You’re too good not to make it this big,” Jamie said with a grin. “Speaking of, don’t you have the talent show? How’s that going?”

Marshall’s blush darkened at the unexpected compliment. The talent show, though, that had slipped his mind given the recent shenanigans. “Oh, yeah…” He took a sip from the glass of water in front of him. It was sparkling, of course. “That’s going to be… a moment. Damian asked me to be his partner for a scene. I… have no idea what he has planned, honestly, but I’m flexible.” Very flexible. He set down his glass. “Are you going to be doing something for it?” Marsh wasn’t sure what a writer could do for something like that, but perhaps Jamie had some hidden talents he’d yet to discover.

Jamie chuckled from behind his menu and looked out at Marshall. “I am gonna have to pass. I don’t think I have any, performance worthy talent,” Jamie said. “Katie’s probably gonna sing for it though,” he added. Katie couldn’t help but perform. There was no way she’d miss this.

“So, have you talked with Ophelia? She hasn’t been at school since Tuesday,” Jamie said. Bringing up Ophelia was a risky move, but he knew Marshall probably wanted to talk about his best friend going and breaking up Trixie and Owen.

“No…” Marshall admitted sheepishly and looked away. He didn’t want to think of that tonight, even if he should be. “Let’s just… live in the moment. Here, with each other, okay?” For once, Marshall didn’t want to talk about something. A rarity. He picked up his menu and browsed. The menu didn’t even have prices, that’s how you knew this was some rich people shit. Who needs to see numbers when money isn’t an issue? “Do you… come here often? Any recommendations?” Everything sounded good to him, it was a steakhouse, and steak was one of his favorite foods.

Jamie grinned. “The filet mignon is really good, that’s what I’m getting. Katie always gets the New York strip,” Jamie suggested. “This is my mom and dad’s favorite place. After my mom got her first big paycheck, they came here. Now they like to take us all the time,” Jamie said, smiling.

Marshall scoffed. “You can’t get New York strip outside of New York…” The proud New York City native shook his head with a smirk. “Katie’s such a savage. I was thinking about filet mignon too, but surf and turf style, with scallops.” With that decision made, he set down his menu. Folding his hands in his lap, Marshall looked over the table at the appetizer, and dessert, sitting across from him. Smiling softly, he said, “That sounds precious. Your parents taking you guys to one of their happiest memories, I mean.” Or… just having parents that were still happy and in love enough to take you places together, even.

“Yeah we’re lucky like that. They work a lot, but they try really hard to make time for us all,” Jamie said. The conversation was interrupted by the waiter coming to take their orders, and then hurrying off. “Anyways, my mom’s off right now. No press tours or movies to film, which is nice. She starts filming for some new Green production in February,” Jamie explained after the waiter had left. “What was living in New York like? I’ve always dreamed about living there after high school,” Jamie said, punctuating his words with a sip from his glass.

At Jamie's words, Marshall's heart soared. He wanted to live in the City after school, too? Perfect! “Oh, it's amazing! I mean, I was young when I lived there, but I go back a lot visiting Dad after Christmas and stuff. It's different from LA in a lot of ways, like there's always something new to be doing, and there's a lot of culture and great food, Chinatown is fantastic. During the holidays, they have a huge tree in Times Square, and I've even gone to watch the ball drop in person on New Years. It’s usually freezing, but way worth it. Oh yeah, and there's all the seasons, have you ever seen snow? It's beautiful! Of course though, the big draw for me is Broadway. Seeing a Broadway production in the actual Broadway theater is an out of body experience for a theater nerd.” Marshall took a break from his swooning over NYC to take a sip of the hot tea the waiter had brought out for him. “I think you'd love it there. It's a great place for a journalist to live. Your name would look real good in The New York Times.”

Jamie’s pale skin flushed red at Marshall’s compliment. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. “Maybe…” he said, getting lost for a moment. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure how much of a journalist he really was these days. He used to be so firm in that label, so strong in his conviction that writing was his passion, but after the last few days, and a lot of thinking, he wasn’t so sure. “Writing is hard,” Jamie somehow managing to sigh and laugh at the difficulty of the situation all at once. “It’s like, this great, big, darkness that you give everything too, everything, and sometimes it feels like it’s never going to pay off. I guess all art is like that in a sense,” Jamie said, shrugging his eyebrows as if he’d already come to terms with this thought.

Marshall reached his hand over the table and patted on Jamie's hand. It felt like the right thing to do. And then, also because it felt like the right thing to do, he laced his fingers together with Jamie's. “I think a lot of arts feel like that. But, some of best creative works begin in darkness, right? I mean… you're really good at it, at least.” He said comfortingly and smiled. Shortly after, the waiter came by with their meals.

Jamie squeezed Marshall’s hand gently, a form of his appreciation, before letting go to dig into his food. “Okay, you get to talk now,” Jamie said, smirking across the table at Marshall. “Favorite memory and the story behind it?”

“Just one? Geeze, that's hard to come up with… I think I'll give, like, a top three that come to mind.” Marshall responded, taking a moment to think of some of his favorite memories. He cut into his steak carefully and took a bite. “Oh my gosh… that's so good!” Marsh said in a whisper, his hand reaching up to cover his lips as he chewed the divine dinner.

“Okay, well, first to come to mind is Christmas last year. Marty and I had opened all our stuff, and Margie was home from school, and we were all hanging out enjoying some hot cocoa. Then my mom comes out with a small box and was like, ‘Oh, Marsh, I almost forgot this one.’ And she hands me the final gift of Christmas. I wasn't expecting anything grand, right, it was a tiny box… but inside, there was a car key! I freaked, and she explained that the key was just a blank, and it meant that we could go car shopping the next day - she correctly assumed I would want to pick it out myself, and custom color orders take a while, so she wanted to make sure I got it in time for my sixteenth birthday. And that's the memory of getting my beloved purple Mini…” Marshall took another bite of his meal, this time the scallops. They were equally as delicious - buttery and melted in your mouth.

“And then, a few years further back, there was our annual dadcation. Dad and his wife flew all us kids out to Spain for a few weeks in the summer. Spain was beautiful, but that wasn't the memorable part. The memorable part was that the drinking age is lower there, so Margie was able to sneakily get a few bottles of wine. And Dad foolishly booked us kids our own room, and that was the first night I ever got drunk. Oh my God… what a moment.” Marshall laughed at the memory. “So, in all our drunken revelry, my half-brothers decided we should go downstairs to the hot tubs, right? And on our way there, Marty stumbled and fell into the pool, naturally we all died of laughter, which attracted attention from the hotel guards. They brought us up to Dad, and wow, he was sooo mad, he even threatened to send us home. But, I think he did that all for show, I think he thought it was hilarious too. It was the most we've ever felt like a whole family.” Marshall explained with a happy nostalgic grin.

“And last would probably be becoming a Candy.” He had said he didn't want to bring her up, but here he was breaking his own rules. It was hard to think of good memories without Ophelia being at the center of them. “I know you think that Ophelia is a tart, and that us Candies worked against love…” He said looking down at his plate, recalling the scathing terms Jamie had used in his article. “But, that's not true. We would never do that. When Belle told us about the previous generation of Candies all those years ago, I fell in love with the idea of it. We vowed to be the next generation of Candies that day, a group bound together by love, friendship, and the desire to bring others happiness. We made the shipping wall, it's this huge wall in Feels’ room with pictures and string, where we try to match up potential couples from school and determine what would be needed to give them a push in the right direction. It's perfect fun for a hopeless romantic like me.” Marshall smiled and looked down again, a tinge of pink coloring his cheeks. “We’re on that wall, you know…”

Jamie grinned, nodded, and chewed as Marshall recounted his three favorite memories. These were the parts of him that Jamie wanted to see, the parts that made Marshall, Marshall. At his comment about their faces being up on the “shipping wall”, Jamie chuckled. “That doesn’t totally surprise me. Ophelia and Cassie aren’t my biggest fans, but when they came to talk to me the other day, they seemed pretty supportive of...us,” Jamie said, offering Marshall a supportive smile. Jamie was dead set on making sure politics stayed out of tonight. He could hear about the Candies and refrain from rolling his eyes, for Marshall.

“They came to talk to you?” Marsh responded, his eyebrows pulled together. That was news to him. “I can’t believe I got Candied, those little weasels!” He shook his head to relieve the slightly embarrassing thought of his friends going behind his back to boost his romantic life. He shouldn’t need help getting a boyfriend… “Well, at least it seems to have worked?” There was a hopeful lilt in his tone as he asked the question. “What about you? Tell me some happy Jamie memories.” Marshall requested before taking a few more bites of his meal.

Jamie took a sip from his water and mulled over Marshall’s question for a moment, sifting through his various memories for one that stood out. “Well, I guess for starters there’s the day my brothers were born. My mom went into labor in the middle of the night and when I woke up my aunt Audrey was there, just, sipping her coffee. So, whatever, we hang out, I’m like six or seven at this point so I hardly know what’s going on but after a little bit my dad called and he said we could come visit. Aunt Audrey packs Katie and I into her car, and takes us to the hospital, and we get lost trying to find the room, but finally, we’re there and my dad is a mess and my mom is worse but in her arms are these two babies and Katie and I just lose it. We were so excited, and my dad calmed us down and made us sit, and he said we could hold them if we chilled out. Well, of course we want to hold the babies, and so we sit completely still, and my dad hands me Will and he hands Katie, Matthew and I don’t know how to explain it exactly, but there was just this warm feeling. I was so small but I knew that I would do anything for those kids.”

Jamie took a bite from his steak and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor. “There was this one time, Selena and AJ and I after this party, we were at some party and after we left we drove around in AJ’s car, and we ended up hiking up into the hills, and we found this spot right in front of the Hollywood sign, and AJ brought out some weed and we hung out for hours just watching the stars and looking up at the sign. It felt so...so cinematic, y’know?”

Gushing over his younger siblings was quite possibly the most swoon-worthy thing Jamie had ever done. So much so that Marshall nearly dropped his fork, distracted by the loving sparkle in his date’s blue eyes. It almost made him jealous that he didn’t have younger siblings — at least not full blood ones, and certainly not ones that he was present for the birth of. So, not only was Jamie a family man, but he loved kids. This was surprising news, given that Jamie was mostly… well, kind of a cold person at school. This was a side of Jamie that Marshall could get used to seeing. Loving and warm. “You sound like a fantastic older brother. Also, that entire story was adorable.”

Jamie laughed. “That’s because I am a fantastic older brother.”

As Marsh finished up the last bites of his dinner, the conversation took an amusing turn. The first amusement, was that Jamie had apparently gotten high by choice in the past — this was something that Marshall wanted to experience first hand. It was only fair, since Jamie had witnessed Marshall high as a kite earlier this week. The second amusement was, “Wait… are you telling me that the silver princess takes off her crown long enough to go smoke doobies in the hills?” Marshall smirked and crossed his arms over his chest, hungry for this juicy piece of gossip about HOT’s trainee.

Jamie let out a laugh and shook his head. “God, she would probably kill me if she heard I told you this, but she may or may not have taken a few hits.” Jamie smirked and finished off his meal. “Selena isn’t as stuck up as everybody thinks. She can be fun,” Jamie said.

“I don’t doubt that.” Marshall replied genuinely. The same could be said for the rest of HOT, if people just took the time to get to know them.

“After I came out to her she made me come over and watch all these rom-coms with her, and she talked to me about boys and I don’t know, she just was there. She’s a good friend,” Jamie said, smiling. A moment later, the waiter arrived with the check, and Jamie pulled out his debit card and handed it to the worker, who hurried off again with a polite nod. “How’s the play coming along? Do you guys have anything picked out yet?” Jamie asked.

“Hah, mayybeee?” Marshall answered with a chuckle. “We were supposed to decide on it during out last drama club meeting, but that ended up being the hottest of messes. Damian showed up, because he got kicked off the football team and wanted to find a replacement hobby, I guess? I don’t know, but it triggered Shauna something fierce and she got super catty. It was amazing to watch, honestly. Very amusing. But… it caused a big distraction from actually making any solid decisions. I can give you a possible sneak peek, though — no putting it in the paper, because it’s not official — but Rose Powers showed up with an original script. So, we might actually do that. I think it would be really cool. I mean, what’s a better way to improve as actors than to become characters that have never been performed before? It’s exciting!”

“That’s cool!” Jamie said, smiling to show his encouragement. The waiter returned with Jamie’s card, and Jamie looked over at Marshall. “Are you ready for our next stop, Mr. Radley?”

Marshall arched an eyebrow. “Next stop?” he asked coyly. His mind whirled with possibilities. What could be next? He didn’t know there would be a next. Suddenly he found himself far more excited for something other than original scripts for plays. “Yes! Absolutely, Mr. Callaghan.”

Jamie stood up and once Marshall joined him, he took his hand. “Well then, let’s go.”
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A @smarty0114 & @Hey Im Jordan collab
Featuring: Scott Lyon and Katie Callaghan
With Special Guest: Mr. Lyon
Location: Mulholland Drive -> Scott’s House -> Funkytown


Katie smiled up at the stars. Scott’s arm was around her and the stars were beautiful and everything about this moment felt impossibly right. “I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, two days ago you said we shouldn’t even talk and now…” Katie laughed and shook her head. “What made you even text me anyways?”

Scott wished that she didn’t ask that question. The last thing he wanted to do while snuggling on the hood of his car with the girl of his dreams (literally, in this case) was talk about his crazy father. He didn’t have a choice though, if simply because their new relationship dynamic required honesty and clear communication. It could very well be a slippery slope, and it was best to be careful.

So, Scott would talk about his crazy father. “Well… After that happened, I was kind of laying on the couch and moping around I guess. So, my dad sort of flipped the couch over and yelled at me? Then, he kicked me out and said I couldn’t come back unless I told you how I feel and came back with you. So I’ve been staying at AJ’s since.” There, honesty.

Katie sat up, a perplexed look on her face. “I’m sorry, your dad kicked you out? Until you asked me out? That’s a joke right?” Katie asked, her now raised voice piercing through the soft silence they’d built.

“No, not really. His exact words were ‘come back with the blonde bombshell, or don't come back at all.’ I called you a blonde bombshell.” Scott explained, shrugging his shoulders. To him, that was basically the end of it. “My dad is just kind of a dick. It's how he operates. It's not a big deal.” Mostly true.

“Holy shit!” Katie slid off the hood of the car and stomped her way to the passenger side door. “Get in the car.” she said sternly. She was on a warpath now, and nobody, not even Scott, was getting her off of it.

“Uh…” Scott watched the fire light up in Katie’s eyes, and decided not to even bother fighting it. Why should he? If what they had spent the last thirty minutes doing was any indication, then Scott and Katie were very much a team now, and if she was upset, then whatever. He’d just help her if he needed to. For now though, he just got in driver’s side, “why are we angry?”

“I’m angry because some dumb man that I have never met is treating me like I’m some sort of quest item! I am not a fucking relic to be retrieved by you! I am a human fucking being! FuckingkickingyououtbecauseIwouldn’tgooutwithyou Did he ever think that maybe I just didn’t like you! I mean, I did, but that is so besides the point!” Katie shouted, as Scott began pulling out of their spot, and back onto the road.

“You gotta understand, this is just kinda how my dad operates… He’s sort of a dick.” Scott explained, shifting gears in the car as they headed back down the mountain. “He also has a way with words. So be warned that he might call you names, if you’re gonna yell at him.” It was fair to say that Scott sounded nervous, and reasonably so! His brand new girlfriend was about to verbally spar with his dad, who was known to say things there were very much not politically correct, while Katie was… Well, Scott didn’t want to be rude, but Katie was something of an activist.

This was going to go poorly.

“I’llshowyouawaywithwords” Katie muttered, practically incoherent. She was seething. The drive to Scott’s house was quick, and quiet. As Scott pulled up, Katie hopped out of the car, barely even letting Scott throw it in park. By the time he was out, she had marched up to his front door and was pounding on it rapidly and forcefully, her blonde hair whipping about like a storm of yellow.

“This is a bad idea.” Scott mused to himself as he opened his door and walked up to Katie, perhaps two steps too slow as the door flew open to reveal his father, who stood there silently for a brief moment, before he nodded.

“You must be that Katie woman he’s always complaining about. I see my son grew a pair. Shame. I was hoping to turn his room into a pool hall.”

Katie looked up at the imposing figure that was Scott Lyon’s father and let forth a typhoon of pure, unadulterated, Callaghan fury. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Telling your fucking son to go fetch me, or move out? Do I look like a fucking trophy to you? Do you see these?” Katie paused to point at her chest before continuing, “And think, oh look just another object? I have agency over myself, and my body you sexist piece of shit! Nevermind the fact that you just kicked your own kid out for not meeting your own standard of toxic masculinity! Men are not conquerors they do not have to fuck girls to earn respect! Your kid is a fucking genius, and he is kind and deeply annoying and he talks way too much about cars and you should like him just as much as I do!” Katie sat in the aftermath of her tidal wave of words, breathing heavy. “And just in case I didn’t say it already, fuck you!”

Scott’s father stood there, watching with a bemused look on his face, leaning against the doorway. One she finished, he first looked past her, and to Scott with a simple statement. “I like her.” Scott sort of nodded, before Mr. Lyon re-affixed his gaze onto Kaite, “Scott’s done nothing but bitch and moan about you for almost two years now, and then he comes home one night and lays on the couch watching bad Netflix comedy specials.”

At this point, Scott wanted to speak up: Dave Chappelle was a classic, and his old stuff did not suck. But, he thought better of it.

“I shake my head, figuring he’s just being a pussy about something and that it’ll fade away within a couple of hours. But it didn’t. He just fucking laid there for like twelve fucking hours, and I didn’t raise a fucking pussy. So I flipped the couch over and motivated his ass, and clearly it went well. You’re welcome.”

Katie glared at Scott’s dad, her lips pursed and her teeth grinding together, not completely sure how to react to this development. “You sound like a prick,” Katie said tersely, crossing her arms and cocking an eyebrow, and then turning to Scott. “Lead the way,” she said, unfolding her arms to gesture towards the front door.

Scott gave a bit of a nod to Katie before he walked past her and grabbed her hand, pulling her along past his father and into the house. From behind them, his father added one last quip:

“I am a prick, bitch.”

But if he said anything past that, it wasn’t audible. Scott was hurrying along the winding corridors of the mega mansion with speed and purpose. Once he arrived at his room, he turned the doorknob and threw it open to reveal a… surprisingly clean and well-kept room, with the centerpiece being a very large bed with the blankets and sheets tucked tightly underneath it. Scott pushed the door shut behind him and clicked the lock.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Scott’s sentence ended with his arms around Katie and his lips pressed against her. The purpose of why he was hurrying was very suddenly abundantly clear.

Katie smiled and returned the kiss. After a few moments of making out, an activity that Katie had recently (as in, within the last few hours) decided that she liked quite a bit, she pulled back, grinning. “Does it not strike you as a little weird that me lighting up your dad gets you in the mood?” Katie asked, smirking.

“It is a combination of that, the taste of your lip gloss, and the fact that I have you alone in my room with the door locked. This might not happen again for some time. We already wasted like years hating each other… let’s not waste seconds when we like each other.”

“Those are all very valid reasons,” Katie said, leaning in for another kiss before leading him to his bed, for some time that was decidedly not wasted.
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A @smarty0114 & @Bee collab
Featuring: Lawrence Townsend & Becca Helmsley
Location: The Macintosh


The days after the party had been a blur for Becca. Between soccer tryouts and Jamie Callaghans article about Hailey, her days had been busy indeed. That’s why, when Ivy had come to her with the idea of a blind date, she’d been more than happy to agree. She needed some relief after this week, and she wasn’t about to go watch Star Wars while her brother paraded Parker around to the whole school. That was one relationship she’d never wrap her head around, but hey, if her brother was happy, she wouldn’t judge.

As Becca went about her spacious room, getting ready for her mystery man, she couldn’t help but think of another mystery man. The boy from the party, he’d been...excellent. It was rare she found someone who lived up to her standards, but he had and she dared to say, she missed him. “God, Becca what is happening to you? First Henry, now some rando from a party? You need to find somewhere to put these feelings before they bite you in the ass,” Becca muttered to her reflection as she applied her makeup.

An hour later, Becca was standing outside The Macintosh, a high end restaurant where she had told Ivy she’d meet her date. Becca didn’t do anything that wasn’t on her own terms, everybody knew that. Draped in a red, satin dress, Becca scanned the crowd, until her eyes fell on the last person she expected to see. “Well, well, well, now this is a surprise.”

It had felt like months, despite it being only days. Nobody but a select few knew what truly happened behind the scenes, but it was as good of a time as any other to make his return, back to where he really belonged. Despite the rumors and sayings about his status, he was going to prove them all wrong. What you thought about this boy was going to be shattered today.

Lawrence Townsend had stepped out of the Uber which had taken him to his date for the night. He was a bit nervous, but it was nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. Years of football experience had prepared him for moments like this… but at the same time he still felt as unprepared as most would.

He had a plan he wanted to carry out, he had a plan as to how he wanted to approach this date. It was better to break everything down methodically. That way, he knew what to do whenever certain things happened. As he got closer to the entrance of the restaurant, he could eye a radiant woman standing right outside.

Becca. The girl who had somehow agreed to go on a date with him. It was something that had been in the making for a while now, but Lawrence was more than glad that it was actually happening at this point. As soon as he got closer and got a better view of her, it was like he was punched in the face. All his plans went out of the window as he laid his eyes on what was probably the most radiant woman at this place.

”I could say the same for you… god, you look great.”

A small, coy smile crept up Becca’s face as Lawrence complimented her. So, it was him, Ivy had set her up with. Well, Ivy surely didn’t disappoint. When she’d told her that the mystery man went to BHHS, she’d been a bit worried it would be someone like Riley Wells or some other whackjob. Lawrence Townsend however, was much more to her liking.

“Well, shall we?” Becca asked, smirking and linking her arm with his, and leading him through the crowded restaurant, the noise of the customers blocking out any conversation. After a short walk through the restaurant, Becca stopped in front of a table in the back, removed from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the establishment. Here, there were only a few other couples, quietly conversing and enjoying the exceptionally expensive meal they’d paid for. Grinning at Lawrence, the raven haired heiress took a seat, and opened up her menu. “So explain this to me? You’re conspicuously absent for my arrival, and then I’m set up on a blind date with you?”

Being with Becca right now had caused butterflies to be in his stomach. He didn’t know what was with this girl, but for whatever reason his heart was pounding out of his chest as the two made their way to the very back of the restaurant. It was a good plan, considering Lawrence wasn’t exactly comfortable being on a blind date with so many people around. It was better to be up close and personal.

Sitting down, he grabbed the towel off the plate and set it down on his lap, protecting his black bespoke suit. As Becca posed the question as to why he hadn’t been around lately, he shrugged. ”I dunno what to tell you. One day I’m here another day I’m there and now I’m back here.” He laughed, before adjusting his tie. ”It’s just a lot of bullshit I don’t wanna go into.”

Lawrence was quickly running out of stuff to say. This was going to go downhill pretty fast if he didn’t think of something to say soon.

”So soccer, eh? Tell me what that’s like.”

Becca looked across the table at Lawrence, not totally unlike a lioness surveying a herd of gazelles. Becca was a hunter, trained in reading everyone around her. By now it was practically instinct. So, when Lawrence neglected to go into his whereabouts, well, of course she was going to be curious. He was nervous, but that was to be expected. He was on a date with her, of course he was nervous.

“Soccer is good. I got home just in time for tryouts. It’s...it’s a lot of fun,” Becca said. If Becca loved anything more than being in control, or sex, it was soccer. Soccer was her passion, it was her talent. She loved being out on the emerald green, dodging between girls, sliding across the grass and knocking that ever moving ball off it’s mark. It was exhilarating.

“I mean, it’s probably the same for you with football, but soccer is like, where I’m the most me! And that’s not to say I’m fake or anything, but it’s just my instinct to be out on the field, y’know?” Becca felt relaxed with Lawrence, calmer. She could be more free with what she said. He knew her, well and that came with a certain ease of conversation.

Lawrence looked at Becca with a sense of admiration as she described what it was like being on the field. He didn’t know much about soccer, nor did he really fuck with it, but listening to Becca describe it was something else. She was so full of passion and devotion to the sport that it was hard to not listen to her despite his lack of interest in the subject matter.

He got the impression that Becca was loosening up, which was great for Lawrence. Now he could feel like he could open up a bit more. ”Yeah. I feel ya. It’s like me with football and when I just run free or run over someone. There’s nothing else like it and I wouldn’t give it up for anything. It’s just… a lot of fun, y’know? It’s fun playing it… but it’s even more fun winning.” Lawrence smiled, before the waiter came by with their menus.

Thanking the waiter before he left, Lawrence opened it to peruse the menu. There was a lot of shit he couldn’t pronounce, but he didn’t want to disappoint Becca either. He was just going to have to wing it for the time being. ”Do you know what’s good here? I’ve never been here before.”

As Becca looked up and down the menu, she rattled off a list of some of her favorite items. “The lamb here is to die for, and the salmon is amazing. I looooove their foie gras too,” she said, oblivious to the fact that Lawrence was in a wee bit over his head. Becca often forgot that other people weren’t quite as loaded as she and her family were.

“I have to admit, when Ivy set me up on this date, I did not expect you. I mean, I figured, it’s been a tough week, might as well treat myself, but this...this is more than a treat,” Becca said softly, smiling over at Lawrence.

Lamb, eh? Lawrence wasn’t a big fan of lamb, but if Becca said it as good then it must’ve been true. He had settled on the rack of lamb, then. There was that. Good, he got the food out of the way so now it was back to cracking that tough shell of Becca’s. Putting the menu down, he was met by a rather flattering statement from Becca already. He inadvertently blushed.

”Well, thank you! You’re a treat.” Lawrence smiled, before the waiter came back ready to take their orders. ”Are you folks ready to make your order now?” He asked, a pen ready to write. ”Uh, yeah. I think I’ll have the lamb and an iced tea?” Lawrence requested, before looking over at Becca to see what she was going to order.

“I’ll take the salmon and a glass of your best white,” Becca said, handing the waiter her menu. Right away Ms. Helmsley,” the man said with a curt nod, before hurrying away. “Perk of being a Helmsley, is wine with any meal you want,” she explained.

Lawrence raised an eyebrow. Being a Helmsley? He was intrigued. ”Tell me more about these Helmsley perks. He said curiously, leaning forward to listen to her a little more intensely. What exactly did being a member of her family entail?

“Being a Helmsley? Well, along with all the boring galas and annoying dinner parties, you get, well the world,” Becca said, matter of factly. She wasn’t trying to brag. This was just her world. “Everybody knows me, everywhere. Here especially, but any major city in the world has a luxury hotel with a penthouse room, with my name on it. Any restaurant that’s worth a damn has a table reserved for me. I want someone to perform at my birthday party? Done. Being a Helmsley means getting whatever or whoever I want,” she said.

”Is that so? Sounds like a lot of fun.” Lawrence nodded, before trying to think of another follow-up to the conversation. Lawrence was like a fish out of water right now. He didn’t know what to say right now. Even if you pointed a gun to his head, he couldn’t name another Helmsley besides Becca. He was gonna be in some shit pretty soon. ”Now tell me, Becca, what’s the most extravagant thing you’ve ever done?”

“Well, once the whole family flew out to Paris for Fashion Week. Now, after everyone walks the runway, they all go out to a bunch of different after parties, and so that’s where my parents were. Meanwhile though, me and Brian and Baylee and like a bunch of other famous peoples kids snuck back into the venue. Abby Adams just said her mom sent her and the guards let us all in! So, we’re in and we start trying on all these clothes, I mean, stuff that’s selling for millions, and we just have this fashion show, all for ourselves. I have this picture of Brian wearing this Versace swimsuit, and it’s just hilarious!”

Giddy from her story, Becca was startled by the waiter’s sudden appearance with their food. After a moment, he left, and the conversation resumed, after Becca took a sip from her glass of wine. “What about you? Most extravagant, fun thing you’ve ever done?”

...just how rich were the Helmsleys? Paris for a week? Lawrence came from a bit of money himself… but nowhere near that level. It hurt his head just trying to comprehend how much money their family had. It dwarfed his stories of being the child of one of the greatest quarterbacks of all time. As the food arrived, Becca redirected the question to him and he was at a loss for words. He didn’t have a story that could hold a candle to Becca’s extravagant story.

”Well… I guess there was this one time where my dad took us to Disneyland. The only twist was that he got some super special access so we were able to get behind the scenes and all that. We saw a head for Donald Duck and my sister, Lauren had the great idea to put on the head and walk around with it. The employees weren’t very happy about that but… my dad’s my dad so they couldn’t really ban him from it if they wanted his business.” Lawrence shrugged, before glancing down at his food. Damn, it looked good. But he wanted to make sure that Becca had the first bite before he took his.

“We come from very different lives,” Becca said, smirking a little before cutting into her salmon and taking a bite. “Since you’ve been gone, I take it you haven’t heard of the latest developments at our lovely, BHHS?” Becca asked in between bites of her food.

”...what developments?” Lawrence asked curiously, as he stabbed his lamb with a fork and tried to peel it of the bone. It was like a warm knife through butter. It was so tender and delectable, but before he could take a bite, he had to inquire further, ”...I was only gone for a week!”

“Well, thanks to one Jamie Callaghan, it’s come out that Hailey orchestrated the whole Owen and Trixie fiasco. I guess her and Ophelia got pictures of Rose and Owen, and that’s the girl from the photos. Crazy stuff, and good for everyone else. It’s looking like HOT might be dead,” Becca said, grinning wide. The recent turn of events couldn’t have worked in Becca’s favor any more than it did.

Lawrence wanted to slam his hands on the table. The recent development regarding the girls had him stirring. He knew that bitch was up to no good! ”I. Called. It.” He smirked, ”Good riddance, if you ask me. Those people are not very good people.”

Becca grinned. A man after her own heart. “I agree, wholeheartedly. Hailey will be fine, of course. She’s dating Hana Park now, which is surprising to say the least.” Becca took one last bite of her food before pushing the plate forward, signalling that she was done. As she took a sip from her glass of wine, she was hit with the realization that she was having fun. She couldn’t help but think back to the boy from the boat, and how much fun he’d been. Neither of these boys cared who her family was. They didn’t care about her father, they cared about her. That was refreshing.

”Hana… the drug dealer? Wow. Talk about an unlikely pairing.” He shrugged, before finally taking a bite of his lamb. God damn, it was so good! It was so tender and soft. He definitely had to remember this place in the future. Maybe his dad would like it a lot as well. ”It’s been a week… how has so much happened? What the hell?

“The world moves quicker than you think. A week can sometimes be a year, and many months can be...a lifetime,” Becca said, punctuating a sentence with a sip from her glass. If anyone knew about how fast things moved when you weren’t there to see them. Her and her family were visitors, everywhere. They were never one place for long it felt like.

”True that.” Lawrence knew very well just how much life could change in a week. One day your mother could be in your life the next she was pretty much as good as dead. ”So… other than soccer, what else do you do at BHHS?” Lawrence really hadn’t seen her around on campus, so he had no idea what she did.

“Traveling as much as we do, it’s hard to really get involved with anything. Soccer is hard enough, and I love to do that. I just don’t have time for anything else,” she said, shrugging. “Not that there’s really anything else I’d like to do, anyways. It’s not like I’m going to become a cheerleader or something,” she said with a giggle.

”Really? I think you’d make a cool cheerleader, but nothing is as cool as you kicking balls into goals and shit. I think that’s super dope!” Lawrence accidentally let some French slip out, but he was sure that Becca didn’t care. ”That’s how I feel about football too - American Football not soccer football… heh.”

Becca blushed, and turned her head down to her plate in an effort to hide the flush of red in her pale cheeks. After a moment she grinned across the table at Lawrence. Did she like him? This was way too early to say. Yes he was cute, very cute, but Becca Helmsley didn’t commit on anything sooner than the sixth date. That said, there was a very strong possibility of a second date.

“Well, I do my best,” she said, once she’d regained her composure. “I’d never thought of you to be the type to make girls blush. This night truly has been full of surprises,” the heiress said smoothly.

Lawrence resisted the urge to say that he knew he had that effect on girls. It was often that he got girls to blush just by staring at them, but for whatever reason making Becca blush like that was more of an accomplishment than getting Generic Gwen to smile. He was feeling good about this date. ”How’s your food so far? This lamb is freaking great!”

“My salmon is amazing! I’ll be sure to let the chef know that you liked it. He’s a family friend,” Becca replied. “Can I expect anything after this dinner?” Becca asked. She hoped the answer was a yes, she desperately hoped so. This was going far better than she’d expected.

”Depends on what you mean…” Lawrence winked, before he cleaned up the last bits of his lamb. The plate was practically clean at this point, save for the bones and a couple of green shit. He was ready for dessert. Sighing, he sat back. ”You feeling dessert? I’m feeling dessert.”

Becca threw back her head with laughter, letting out a jubilant laugh before nodding in response to Lawrence’s question. “I’m always feeling dessert,” she said, throwing in a wink of her own.

”What kinda dessert you feeling?” Lawrence inquired, putting an elbow up and leaning in closer to Becca. He didn’t know if she had the same idea of dessert, but it was worth a shot to find out.

Becca gave Lawrence a coy smile as she leaned in to meet his advance. His cologne smelt nice, expensive. Good. That was a must if this was going where she thought it was. “Well, I have this cake back at my place. It’s to die for, we brought it back from Europe, but there’s so much of it. You should come over and...try some.”

”Your place? Well… I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to that.” He smiled, taking a sip out of his tea. ”So… I’ll get the check and we’ll make our merry way on home, then?”

“Sounds like as good a plan as any,”
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