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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Archer after being called a sidekick:

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Still I am not from Barcelona,
I am not even from Madrid.
I am a native of the North Pole
And that can mess up any kid.

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The first week of school had gone by in a blur, nothing much to mention but the crushing weight of the huge corse load Archer had taken on this year. It was the year before college after all, but man was he feeling it. But now that it was the weekend Archer pushed all of that to the back of his mind and spent the afternoon at the beach with his best friend. While Mari surfed the daylight away Archer sat under a parasol “watching” her surf, so basically reading at the beach for a couple of hours.

After dropping his friend at her house Archer was on his way to his own home but rather than turning his car on to his driveway he kept going past. He just couldn’t be bothered sitting through yet another stiff dinner with his parents. He instead drove around Crown Heights listening to music and figuring out where to go and what to do. But like always he ended up in the same place he always does “The Print and The Pot”, a bookstore that sells secondhand and new books. Inside there is also a little coffee shop where you can enjoy what you’ve purchased. This is where Archer spent most of his teenage years in lieu of being in his own home.

He had been there for some time when his phone rang, checking the screen he groaned mentally when he saw it was his mother. He begrudgingly answered the call “Hey mom?”

“Archie, where are you? Dinner is waiting for you!” His mother’s voice rang out from the receiver with a mix of worry and annoyance.

“I’m at P&P, getting stuff for school.” This was a lie of course, he had gotten all he needed a month ago.

“So you’re not eating at home? You could’ve called to let me know!” The annoyance in her voice had now taken over. Archer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry mom… I forgot I guess” Archer offered as a measly excuse.

He could hear his mother’s disappointed sighs from the other side of his phone, “I’ll see you back at the house then, bye sweetie.” she said and hung up. Archer stared down at his phone, guilt swelling up inside him.

When he finally arrived back at the Diedrikson villa, his book bag a lot heavier than before, he rushed up to his room without even agnolishing his parents in the front room. After a quick hot shower and a change in to his comfy clothing, he was finally sat in his bay window with his new leatherbound notebook scribbling away his thoughts. He was really happy that his friends had decided not to go to Santiago’s party.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Well I'm nobody's baby
I'm everybody's girl
I'm the queen of nothing
I'm the king of the world

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A smile spread across Julie’s face as Chanel stated facts about the couple fumbling about infront of them. The smile turned into a cringe when all of Aliyah’s books were dropped and they both scrambled to pick them up and stumble into each other as they did so. Julie sighed they would have their work cut out for them. But it was so obvious they belonged together that it would all be worth it.

“Painful indeed…” Julie said absentmindedly, playing with her ponytail as she watched Aliyah retreat into the school leaving poor Elijah alone in the courtyard staring after her. Just as Julie was about to suggest going up to him to Chanel a soccer ball flew past their table landing behind them. Julie turned around to see if it had hit someone but spotted Martha Radley sitting by herself immersed in her cards. You could almost see Julie’s eyes sparkle at the sight of the tarot cards, anything out of the ordinary caught her interest.

Everyone at King’s knows that wherever a soccer ball flies only one person can follow, and this time was no exception. Andrés de la Fuente came jogging after his ball and sitting down at Martha’s table. From being friends with both of them Julie happened to have some intel on the situation unfolding in front of her. The iconic Macmillan smirk crept its way back on to Julie’s face.

"So, any other people you see that might need fixing?" Chanel said with a small laugh, probably more in an off hand manner but Julie took the bait.

“I don’t know about fixing CoCo, but you know how Martha’s always…” Her sentence was cut short by the arrival of someone new.

“Hey April. How was your summer?” Julie greeted feeling just a smidge of awkwardness, she and April used to be real good friends but a few mistakes and incidents changed that friendship into where they are now, more like friendly acquaintances. Julie’s gaze moved passed April and landed on the Devil himself and one of the aforementioned mistakes. Julie pursed her lips at the sight of him, but shook the thoughts out of her head and glanced down at her watch.
“We should get moving if we want to make it to homeroom” She said shortly as she stood up smoothing her skirt, making her way towards the school entrance.

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Archer grinned as Kavan took out Catcher In The Rye and showed it to him. “That is true my man!” he agreed, and was just about to suggest some new readings for his friend when the walking embodiment of toxic masculinity arrived at Archer’s car.

“Damn that fairy dust.. .Oh, it’s just Archer. What’s up, boyo?”

Archer took a deep breath and rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt him. “Well, not my dick anymore, now that you’re here!” he deadpanned, looking at Sonny with a clearly unamused expression. The young man was just about to make a comment about the racist remark he made towards Van when Marisol stepped in and dragged him away, quickly saying her goodbyes while Archer grumbled profanities under his breath.

“Why are we even friends with that guy? I mean, besides you guy's parents being buddies or whatever. I mean, he’s insufferable! And he shouldn’t get away with saying stuff like that to Van!” he complained as they walked away.

“He’s just making dumb jokes, Archer. You know Sonny,” Marisol grumbled, rolling her eyes in annoyance. She wished Archer and Sonny understood how much it fucking annoyed her to constantly defend the friendships she had to each of them to the other. Why couldn't they just all get along?! “But that's not what I wanna talk to you about.”

Archer shot her a concerned look . “Yeah, well, he should get his humor looked at. Last time I checked, racist jokes were out of style” he quipped, and with one last strained eye roll from the both of them he let go of the topic and refocused on the new one, sensing something bothering his friend. “What’s up dude?”

Marisol wasted no time in letting out a deep sigh and looking straight at Archer, biting her lower lip. “So you know how I was bitching about turning eighteen in March and still being a virgin?” she began, being uncharacteristically hesitant. That would immediately let her best friend know there was more to the story.

He dreaded the direction this conversation was going. Archer narrowed his eyes in anticipation, he noticed his friend having a hard time letting him know what was happening and that only happened when she was keeping something from him. So either she was pregnant or… something worse. ”Gross, but yes, go on?”

“Well… They popped it last month!” the green-eyed girl announced, shooting Archer a cross between a smile and a grimace and not saying anything else to buy herself some more time. This whole thing was being harder than she thought it would.

That she was telling him this was not the weird part, the weird part was that she was being so coy about it. He had half expected her to call him right after when it had happened, which meant that there was obviously something more to the story. “Ok first of all “popped”? 100% gross,” Archer looked down at Marisol with his eyebrows high. “But… and?” he questioned.

Marisol let out another deep sigh, moving her eyes from Archer’s face and staring at her shoes now instead. “Sonny popped it for me,” she said in a small voice, not daring to raise her eyes after the bombshell she’d just dropped on the taller boy.

At her last comment everything froze for Archer. It was as everything became muffled: sound, color, even movement. His stomach churned, and he felt like he was sweating. Out of all the guys -and girls- who had been chasing after his best friend over their high school career, she goes and lays with that self entitled, bigoted, white trash, shit for brains? Archer swallowed and cleared his throat.

“So… what does this mean?” he asked bluntly. “Are you guys together?” he continued grasping at the hope that the answer would be a ringing NO

“No,” Marisol admitted slowly, an unperceivable disappointment in her voice. “We did it because of a dare, so I doubt he sees it as any more than that. But it kind of opened up my eyes to the fact that there might be some sort of something floating around for me that's not exactly feelings of friendship, if you know what I mean.”

Archer let out a beleaguered sigh as he opened the big doors to the entrance hall of their school dropping his voice down to a whisper as they entered “I don’t actually Mar, I think this is quite a black or white situation.” He trudged up the stairs towards their English classroom, and finally turned to face her on the second floor landing. “Ok. So if you like him that way-” he shuddered at the thought. “You should probably tell him and get it over with. I am not saying I approve. But if that’s what you feel I’m not going to keep you from it,” he tried to settle his face in to a friendly smile, but his eyebrows knitted together in concern. “I just… He’s just so... gross.”

The young woman snorted, mentally cringing at the idea of going up to Sonny and coming clean about how she felt. That would be a disaster. “Well, I think Baxter’s gross too, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting his dick inside you, now does it?” Mari shot back with a smirk, but carried on with the conversation before Archer could reply. “And, by the way: you seriously think I would just go up to him and be like ‘Hey, Sonny. Ever since you screwed me by the lake that one and only time during that Fourth of July camping trip, I think I might be in love with you’? Yeah, no. Miss me with that gay shit.”

Archer turned on his heel and continued up the stairs. “No. Miss me with all of this-” he huffed. “What is this conversation, then, Mari?” he questioned the girl. “Did you just want to tell me that you had Torvald in you? Because I’d rather not have known” He turned around again as he reached the top of the stairs, visibly frustrated. “I just don’t want this to blow up in you face, and by association, my face. I like to decide what goes on my face by myself.” He offered out his arm so she could link up with him again.

Marisol glared at Archer for a second before sighing and taking his arm again. “Nah, it won’t. I'm not telling him shit, so you can sleep peacefully knowing nothing you don't like will blow up in your face,” she assured her best friend, giving him a suggestive smirk before getting serious again. “Look, I know you hate him and all, but I told you ‘cause I thought you would be happy someone had finally de-pussyfied me.”

“Babe, nothing makes me happier than to have you stop talking about your growler,” He smiled as he pushed on through to Mr. Gomez’s classroom, while Mari punched his arm lightly and stifled a laugh. When the pair entered he could hear their teacher grunting about them being late. “Sorry Mr. G! Womanly problems.” Archer quipped as he made his way to the back of the classroom, Sol following suit.

“Yet again, Mr. Diedrikson, you are not a woman,” Mr. Gomez sighed rubbing his eyes in exasperation.

Archer feigned shock as he sat down in his seat “That is sexist Mr. Gomez! What would our dear Principal say about that kind of rhetoric?” he grinned and gave his best friend a wink as she sat down next to him.

“All right, all right. If you are done, Mr. Diedrikson, can I continue with my class?” Gomez asked as he passed down their curriculum. Archer shrugged and settled down in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

You're still singing songs of rivers
Like through accidents within
And telling people lies of
Lions, treasures and kings

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As he sat there behind his open car door he thought to himself is this what I’ve become? A coward who hides his feelings? This is stupid! He rose from his from his crouching position slowly and watched as Johnny turned to look at him giving a thumbs up. He had seen everything, Archer nodded his head in his direction mentally cringing. But before he could utter a greeting, a weird occurrence transpired. Some new girl was arriving with Andrés and walked directly towards Johnny and started a conversation that quickly turned to an argument. Archer stood there dumbfounded as he watched Johnny grab the girl and yell at her, uncharacteristically rough and harsh. Archer frowned in confusion, drama was something he avoided like the plague and seeing one of his better friends being in the center of it made him uncomfortable.

Just then Marisol Castillo skated by scowling and staring daggers at the pair. He rolled his eyes and sighed, she always needed to be part of action didn’t she? He heard her arrive behind him and jump of her skateboard. Archer turned around slowly crossing his arms across his chest.

“That man of your dreams can sure be an asshole…” His best friend said in that off-hand voice she knew Archer hated. “C’mon, Archie. Wipe the drool off your face and get your ass over here. Or do you plan on hiding from ‘Prince Charming’ for the rest of the year?” she smirked.

It was too early in the morning to be this annoyed, Archer made a face to match his mood and closed his car door. “Naawh, you know you’re the only prince I need” he said and put what was left of his cigarette in the corner of his mouth as he walked over to her. Just as he was about to rebuttal her comments another student arrived.

"Johnny-boy being a dramatic dick, as usual?"

It was Kavan Varma a fellow literature buff, Archers face perked up in to a smile when he saw his good friend. In Archers eyes Kavan was one of the coolest people at this school, and he made it his mission to befriend him and he is really glad he managed to go that.

"It's too early in the morning and in the school year for that shit." Kavan wrinkled his nose at the sight of the cigarette in Archer’s mouth.

“Oh… Sorry Van!” Archer took out the cigarette and put it out on the bottom of his shoe. “I would quit… if I was a stronger person!” He chuckled and looked up at his friend “Are you wearing eyeliner? It suits you dude!”

Archer grabbed his bag out of his car and locked it, “Well shall we get going on this last year?” He sighed and turned towards the big entrance of King’s academy. But just as he was about to leave two other girls arrived. He smiled at Grace as she introduced herself

“Hey there I’m Archer” he said giving her a two fingered salute. He turned back to Kavan as the girls started to fuss over each other. Archer was waiting to hear Marisol’s famous catchphrase.

“So have you read anything interesting lately?” He asked as he fumbled for his phone in his pocket, he fished it out and checked the digital clock in the corner and groaned. “Ey Mari! We need to book it if we want to make it to english!” He jerked his head towards the school, of course the pair had all the same classes.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Take it all
or don’t take at all
nothing left to break my fall

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Julie’s favourite pastime is people watching and spending her mornings at this particular garden table doing just that was just perfect. There was just one thing missing and she had just the fix for it, she picked up her leather bag and retrieved her small thermos mug filled with delicious colombian roast. She flipped the lid open and took in the heavenly smell that erupted from the mug, Julie took a careful sip since it was still piping hot. But as soon as coffee made its way down Julie’s mood brightened instantly.

As she sat there daydreaming, looking at people with her chin in the palm of her hand, Julie noticed a few things: Dawn Bentley and Charlie Grobowski had broken up after 3 years, Finn Doberman was obviously high on campus and Sonny Drake had already started trouble with faculty. Julie finally snapped out of her dreamstate when her friend Chanel arrived across from her obscuring Julie’s full view of the courtyard.

"The start of the end of high school. Fucking finally." Chanel lamented as she set her designer bag on the table.

Julie smiled at her and let out a small yawn “I don’t know Chanel, I think this year can be quite interesting” she set her coffee mug back down on the table. “Well at least I think we can make this year very interesting.” She noticed Spencer the small freshman walking in with a small group of friends, Julie smiled and gave him a wink. He looked around at his friends flustered as they all rushed inside.

She turned her attention back to her friend “Anyway, so I talked to daddy about getting you in at the office, he said it really depended on what you wanted to do there and what your skills are. Unfortunately he said you’d probably get to catalog all the different pieces for his fall/winter collection.” She eyed her friend not wanting to disappoint her “But I also talked to Iris and she said she could score you an interview with her management office, so that’s something.

Julie absent mindedly played with her ponytail as she scanned the sea of students for something interesting, and her pale blue eyes fell on two students in particular standing a few steps away from the crowd, both looking a bit awkward. Julie did recognize them but couldn’t really place them, after some brain rummaging she found what she was looking for. The girl was King’s Academy’s chess champion, who ran a blog that Julie had read once and the boy was some sort of computer wiz who some people called “JewBoy”, which Julie thought was a rather harsh nickname. If she wasn’t mistaken their interaction was some sort of sad attempt at flirting, her heart was melting. She turned her attention back to Chanel yet again,

“Would you look at those two!” She flicked her head in the couples direction. “Have you seen anything cuter? We need to fix them, they clearly need our help.” She looked them both up and down. She looked like she just thrown her uniform on, meanwhile the guy looked like he wakes up at 5 am every morning to freshly press his uniform in desperate need to let loose a little. “I think we should invest in them! Or would our stock plummet?” She asked Chanel with a raised eyebrow.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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