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Maybe it was the ocean breeze, or maybe it was the chill tunes that was still pouring out of his car. But Max had fallen asleep where he was laying on the ground. His unconscious mind wandering from rolling around in the sand with a unfamiliar blond to holding hands over coffee with someone all too familiar. His mind kept flashing to scenes depicting being cuddled up in bed, laughing while trying to cook. But ultimately ending in vicious shouting matches phones flailing like weapons.

SNAP

Max slowly blinked his eyes opened adjusting to the light. Disoriented he lifted his head from his makeshift sweatshirt pillow looking around. He had thought he was alone, heck he had thought he was the only one who knew about this little spot. But evidence showed that he was wrong when he spotted someone pointing a camera in his direction. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he strained his eyes to see who this person was. To his surprise it was a girl… a very cute girl. With this revelation Max’s face broke out in to a huge smile.

“I usually charge by the hour you know!” The young man teased as he turned from his back on to his stomach resting his body on his elbows still surveying the girl. He chuckled as he slowly rose from the ground dusting himself of getting rid of grass and dirt. He picked up his sweatshirt and threw it back in to his open car door and made his way over to the mystery girl.

Still smiling as he approached her, he slowly started to recognize the brunette. “Heey, we go to school together? Yeah we had english together last year. Georgia right?” he said as he thought hard and hoped he hadn’t messed up and said the wrong name. “Yeah… yeah! I’m Max! You got stuck with me on that poem writing assignment… uhm… sorry about that.” he remembered letting her do most of the work while he took the part of just expressively reading it for the class.

“So! How come you’re up here creepily taking pictures of me sleeping?” he asked letting out a booming laugh. “Can I at least see the outcome?” he asked still chuckling as he walked around Georgia to take a peek at her cameras screen. The picture was framed beautifully and the light settings made him look much nicer than the snoring mess he probably was. “Well look at me! I look very peaceful… or dead. Either way I dig it.” another booming laugh left the young man’s body.











“I know a lot of things about a lot of people around here.” Julie smirked with that trademark MacMillan spark still in her eye. She turned to to give her best friend a cheeky glance before directing her attention back to Jordan. “Why? Is there something you don't want me to know about?” she raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. Her expression softened as she saw Jordan getting nervous.

“Don't worry, all I'm saying is that I think you two look cute together.” she smiled and stood up, a little more unsteady than when she had stomped over to the clearing. “I think it is time for me to head home. Are you joining me Coco?” Julie asks eyes glued to the screen of her phone as she ordered an Uber.



If you saw the MacMillan girl in the morning you would never have thought she had been out drinking the night before. This because she had a nighttime routine that she followed religiously. Julie's routine consisted firstly of drinking a big glass of water with 2 rehydration tablets. Then taking of all of her makeup, a hot shower followed by a rigorous skincare routine.

So waking up was no problem at all for her. It was almost infuriating how perky she was this Sunday morning. Early as it was the redhead had already had the time to make sure her father had his breakfast, helped with cataloging his new collection and gone for a quick jog.

Now she was lounging around on her bed with her great big windows open letting in the cool breeze that made her white cotton curtains flow all around the room. Julie sighed as she sat herself up and lent back on her headboard picking up her phone that had been charging on her nightstand. Her fingers tapping away on the screen as she sent Chanel a text



A broad smile spread across her face as she had an bright idea. Julie sprung from her bed and skipped downstairs and in to her father's study. Her father was bent over his desk face first in the mock up of his lookbook for his fall/winter collection.

“Hey daddy? Can I grab some of these?” Julie chirped as she faced the mound of free products different companies had sent the designer in hopes that he would endorse them.

“Knock yourself out sweetie.” Jason MacMillan said without turning around.

“Thank you daddy! I'm heading over to Chanel and she probably needs a pick me up!” she said as she stuffed some sample sizes of expensive moisturizer and toner in to a MacMillan tote bag. She threw in some brand perfumes just for fun before floating over to her father and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I'm leaving now, do you need me to pick up something on my way back?”

Her father looked up and removed his glasses “No I’m good kiddo, but tell Chanel to call Josephine. She’s taking care of the new interns and I told her to save a spot.”

His daughters face lit up “Oh! She’ll be so happy daddy! I’ll tell her to call first thing Monday!” with one last peck on her father’s cheek the young woman was on her way into the kitchen. There she grabbed the fruit salad she had prepared that morning and stuffed it into the tote bag as well before grabbing the keys to her father’s G-Wagon and heading to the garage.

Julie hated to drive, especially the monster that was her father’s car and especially in her Louboutins. But she couldn’t be bothered waiting around for an uber. She had to get to Chanel as fast as possible to bring her the good news. So after a careful ride over to the Martin estate Julie gingerly climbed out of the huge car, heels clicking on the driveway as she walked up the front door and knocked.

After a few moments the door opened to reveal a tall smiling man.

“Andre!” Julie exclaimed “I didn’t know you were home.” she whispered as she passed him walking inside.

“How’ve you been Jules? She’s still in bed, I’ll go get her.” Chanel’s big brother said and disappeared upstairs. The girl nodded and waited around the hallway looking at the pictures hat hung on the wall.





“There you go, sweetie.” The plump waitress had said as she put down the glass of iced tea on Archer’s table, snapping the boy away from his book and back to reality.

“Thanks, I’ll just have the usual- actually, make it two. She’ll be here in a second and she’s probably going to need it,” he said with a smile as he handed her the menu with a wink. The waitress nodded and sashayed away. The young man had been sitting at Marisol’s and his reserved table at the Surf Shack for a good 20 minutes, waiting for his best friend after receiving the cryptic text from her asking him to meet.

No sooner than the waitress had walked away, a stranger of short stature and petite frame was stealthily approaching Archer’s table. The questionable-looking individual was clutching a sparkly handbag, wearing white vans and an oversized gray hoodie that hit mid-thigh with the words “I NY” emblazoned in the front - a strange combination considering the particularly warm October afternoon in Crown Heights. Without a single word, the unknown person took a seat in the seat right in front of Archer. And when their hoodie was pulled back by small hands with a bronze-colored manicure, the tall young man found himself staring at the big green eyes of his best friend.

“Hey Archie,” Marisol croaked in a hoarse voice, giving the room a quick once-over as if afraid someone would recognize her before looking at her best friend again. Although she smelled and looked like she’d just stepped out of the shower with the damp brown hair and freckles on full display, the dark stains of mascara and eyeliner were still visible under her eyes. “What’s up? Did you have fun last night?”

The boy closed his book and took a sip from his tea before opening his mouth. “Well…” he started, his eyebrows high in his face as he surveyed his small friend. “Not as fun as you had I imagine.” Archer smirked, pointedly staring at the sweatshirt. “I thought you hated New York?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Marisol, who had grabbed Archer’s iced tea and was sipping like her life depended on it, stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh, this?” she said dumbly, looking down at her choice of outfit for the day. A blush began to creep up on her cheeks, and she let her hair fall in front of her face to avoid Archer noticing. “It’s not mine. I actually borrowed it from a friend.”

“Oh, I know” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I just needed to hear you say it.” Archer whispered smugly.

“Hear me say what?” she asked, looking up at Archer with a playful half-smile. They both knew what the other meant- but for them, it was always fun to beat around the bush a little to build anticipation.

The boy cleared his throat before leaning forward on his elbows. "I've done the math. Lover Boy and Sonny had an testosterone fueled brawl at the dance. So when I couldn't find you and you didn't answer your phone, I called your brother, and he said you weren't home. And now here you are... Wearing, uh, that. So putting one and one together... " he clicked his tongue, nodding his head towards the girl.

“Wait, WHAT?!” Marisol cried out louder than intended, nearly choking on Archer’s iced tea and earning their table some annoyed, disapproving stares. The girl paid them no attention, though. Her wide eyes were locked on her best friend’s face, looking for any signs of lying. When she found none, she continued. “You’re saying Sal and Sonny had a fight?!”

The boy smiled as the waitress came back with their plates of burgers and fries, along with a drink for Mari and a refill for Archer. He dropped his voice down to a whisper. "Oh? Homeboy didn't tell you? Yeah: Salem punched Sonny the fuck out… Pretty satisfying, if I say so myself. I can imagine Torvald deserved it. But it was pretty one-sided." Archer’s face lit up. The boy was enjoying himself way too much considering the current situation. “Wonder why he decided to keep that tidbit from you?” he fake-mused, fully knowing why.

The young woman was quiet for a long while, biting the inside of her cheek. She vaguely remembered her and Salem speaking about a scuffle, but the alcohol had hazed out most of the past night’s memories. This little scene must have happened while she was waiting for Salem to meet her outside by the car. Had she known those two were going at it, there was no question she would had definitely jumped in to do her part. But, in a way, it was better than she’d been shielded from the truth. Nothing good would have happened if the Sonny cloud had rained on their parade.

“We slept together,” Mari suddenly blurted out, pulling down the collar of the hoodie to show Archer one of the many love bites she had all over her body: the evidence of last night’s lust-fuelled crime. “He probably knew telling me would kill the mood and make things worse… Which I really appreciate. Last night was just fucking amazing.”

Letting out a dramatic gasp of shock that was only half fake, Archer clutched his imaginary pearls. “You harlot! Nice one, Mari. How does it feel being a mistress?” he cackled, throwing a fry at his friend.

“Oh God, don’t remind me…” the brunette groaned, grimacing as she remembered the framed picture of Salem and Gwen lying on the floor next to the bed. The furious rocking of the bed had somehow hit the bedside table long and hard enough for the picture to have slid off it and crashed to the floor, its protective glass shattering everywhere... But not loudly enough to stop Salem and Marisol from what they were doing. “I feel so bad about the whole thing, but at the same time… I kinda don’t? Salem was the one who started it. I just… went with it. And it was just so fucking amazing... It’s really hard to feel guilty about having mind-blowing sex with someone.”

“Spoken like a true adulterer.” Archer said as he took a bite of his burger, casting a mindful look at Marisol as he chewed. The boy swallowed and continued. “I mean seeing as your only other experience is with Torvald, I imagine your mind being sufficiently… blown.”

Marisol let out a cackle of laughter. “Fuck you, Archer!” she said cheerfully with a smile, taking the lone fry he’d thrown at her earlier and returning the favor. “Let’s forget about Sonny for the rest of our lives and focus on the present. And Mr. Salem Rivera... Fuck, man. You should have seen it, Archie: it was like a king-sized burrito the size of a footlong,” she told him, using her hands to emphasize her statement. “I don’t know how I’m able to be walking straight right now, to be honest with you.”

“First of all: 100% gross! Second of all: do you not think I already know this? We’ve been to the beach together! Wet bathing suits are my specialty!” he wiggled his eyebrows at her while Marisol laughed in between bites of her food. “More importantly.” Archer dropped his voice down to a whisper again, concern staining his voice. “How did this morning play out when you both had sobered up? I mean… he and Gwen are like practically married. He can’t be as excited about this as you are? Right?” In these few weeks he had known Salem, Archer had begun to see him as somewhat of a friend, and this situation just reeked of a friend divorce.

The green-eyed girl’s cheerful demeanor suddenly became clouded at the memory of her and Sal’s last conversation before she’d made her exit. “We were both pretty torn up about it, honestly. We agreed it was wrong and that it shouldn’t have happened and that it wouldn’t happen again,” she confessed, going silent for a few seconds before quietly adding with a smug half-smile, “It wasn’t bad enough to stop us from going for a round two when he walked in on me in the shower, though, so I guess he’s not feeling too guilty about it.”

“Classy, Mar,” he rolled his eyes before finishing of his burger. “I’m guessing we need to keep all this under wraps, then?” he gestured wildly with his hands.

“Would be greatly appreciated,” she said, though her last mouthful of burger. “The last thing I want is for our favorite person to get wind of this, spread it around and make a mockery out of both of us.”

Archer made a zipping motion over his mouth flicking away the imaginary key. “So what’s your plan for the rest of the day? You need me to drop you anywhere?” he asked while wiping his hands with a wet wipe. “As much as I like to hear about you getting dicked down, I actually have plans...” he smirked as he handed his credit card over to the waitress.

That last sentence caught Marisol’s complete attention. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!” she cried out in a teasing tone, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Do you now?”

Holding up one finger as he signed the receipt for their meals, the brown haired boy retorted. “See, what we're not going to do is jump to conclusions! I'm going over to Kavan’s because I need to cleanse myself from all of this-” he gestured dramatically towards his friend again. “And I, unlike you, can keep it in my pants!” he continued as he stood up from the table.

“Sure Jan,” Mari said smugly, still looking at Archer like she knew exactly what his naughty little mind was thinking even though he was trying to play it off. “Because I’m supposed to believe you guys are just going to sit around having tea and biscuits while reading pretentious little books, right?”

No. Obviously we’re going to have a gangbang and simultaneously orgasm. We're not children, Mari…” Archer rolled his eyes as they pushed their way out of the restaurant.

The shorter girl let out a loud whooping noise and took the chance to slap Archer’s ass. “That’s the spirit, Archie-boy! You go get him!”

“Do you want a ride or what?!” he said, digging for his keys in his pants pocket as they approached ‘The Blue Danger’. Frankly, he was growing tired of his friends newly found sexual prowess, and had decided to change the subject. “I expect you want to change out of that.” he looked at her from the corner of his eyes stifling a chuckle.

“Not really, no,” she admitted, cheeks reddening the slightest bit. “I actually like this hoodie, thank you very much. It’s cozy and it smells like Sal.”

Grimacing he opened the car door bending down to throw the usual wreckage of composition paper and books from the passenger seat back behind it. “Whatever, dude…” Archer sighed as he gestured for her to get in. The day hadn’t properly started and it already felt like it would be a long one.





Sunday mornings at the Wallenberg estate has always been a great big event. It is the only day that both Magnus and Alice had the day of. So it had always been of the utmost importance that the whole family ate breakfast together. The Wallenberg boy was shining with his absence at the dining room table. Max was spending his morning happily snoring away sprawled out on his bed. The young man had spent the homecoming night with his date, some literary chick named Beth Clemens. Max had been bored with the dance pretty quickly and had decided to take his date out to the beach instead.

Max had literally no interest in his date when they announced the pairings, but he figured he would make the best of it. So when they had left for the beach he put his charm on the unsuspecting Beth. They spent the night together under the stars before returning home in the wee hours of the day.

A loud guttural snore echoed through the room and out the doorway where Max’s little sister Astrid stood with a look of disgust on her face as she looked around at the state of the room. She bent down and gingerly picked up a gym bag and holding it at an arm's length before throwing it at the sleeping beauty.

As the bag hit him Max shot up into a sitting position looking around groggily. “Hello?” he asked trying to get his eyes to focus. “Astrid?”

“Wake up you ogre. Mom wants you downstairs in five.” She muttered in annoyed tone before turning on her heel.

Max groaned as he stretched and rubbed his eyes trying to get the sleep out of them. He quickly got dressed and bound down towards the dining room where his family sat waiting for him. “Morning!” he greeted joyfully as he grabbed a piece of bacon and slumped down in his seat. His father chuckled and shook his head while his mother looked at him with a pursed smile.

“You had fun last night a take it?” His mother asked.

Max took racked his brain “I think so” he said as his face broke out in a huge smile. His sister rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Judging by the trail of wet sand leading up to your room. Maybe a little too much fun.” Alice continued raising her eyebrows at her son awaiting his answer.

“Uh… I think we ended the night at the beach! Probably.” Max laughed as he chewed his bacon.

His father echoed Max laughter laying his hand on top of his wife's. “Come on honey. He’s young, let him have his fun.” he turned to his son with a wink, which Max returned. “So what are you doing today my boy?” he asked as they all dug into their breakfast. Max shrugged as he shoved his food into his mouth.

“Probably head out to the gym” he said between his chews.



After a post breakfast nap of 2 hours Max was ready to face the day heading out the door of his family’s villa. He hopped into his car and drove away without any actual plan. As he drove he jammed out to his favorite spotify list, looking for something to do. Soon enough he had driven as far as the Surf shack. Parking his car outside of the small restaurant he decided to get one of their amazing sandwiches.

As he entered he was hit with the heavenly smell of fryer grease and coffee. Max took a deep breath and smiled at the other patrons. He recognized a lot of the people from school, he greeted them all as he made his way over to the counter.

“What can i get ya?” the jolly waitress asked as he sat down on one of the bar stools. Max screwed up his face in thought as he decided. “I’ll go with the tuna melt this time thank you!” the young man exclaimed! As he was waiting a girl yelled something about a fight which sparked Max’s interest. But as he was about to move closer to know exactly what fight they were talking about, his sandwich arrived.

When he had payed for his sandwich he headed back to his car and drove of again. This time he headed to his favorite spot. A small cliff looking out over the sea, a spot he always went to when he had time just to himself.

The sound of wave crashing against the rocks and the sandwich made his hangover ebb away. He laid back on his elbows taking in the sun and the fresh air. Max grabbed his phone from his pocket.

Hello devil boy, you alive? Where did you end up going last night? You disappeared after April dragged you out of the dance. Did she finally end it for good?


He sent his boy the text and laid his head on his bundled up sweatshirt closing his eyes and listening to the soft music emanating from his car.

I changed the FC for phil... if that matters to anyone *cough*@Dirty Pretty Lies*cough*
@spooner me, duuuuh 💁🏾‍♀️😂


Well obviously!
Yaaaay! I'll move him over then. I'll also start working on my intro! So if someone feels like their character would have any type of relationship with Phil, please let me know!




"Hey, it's Mari. I'm fucking busy right now, or I'm ignoring you. So miss me with that voicemail gay shit and just shoot me a damn text. It's not that hard to fucking text someone, 'k? See ya." the words of Marisol's voicemail rang out from Archer’s phone for the fourth time. “Or you can answer your fucking phone” he muttered in frustration shoving his phone back in his pocket. The young man had already scoured the whole dance without even one sighting of his best friend or her date. After a quick call to her brother that confirmed she wasn't home either. Archer started to get worried, his concerned eyes scanning the parking lot for any solace.

The only thing he found were Abigail Grant, a girl that also frequented the surf shack so you could call her an acquaintance. Archer shrugged seeing he had nothing to lose and sprinted over.

“Hey Abbie! Have you seen Mari?” he asked as he came closer. The girl was laughing wildly at something her date had said as she turned, eyes glanced over: she was high as a kite.

“Archie! Where have you been all night?!” she thought for a moment before exclaiming “Oh yeah I saw her leaving with that snack for a date of hers!” she took another puff of her dates joint. “You should join us dude!” she gestured towards the two of them.

I'd rather die! he thought as he politely declined walking backwards towards his car. Rolling his eyes hard as he turned his back on them.

As soon as he reached his car he took a deep breath. At least she wasn't alone and in relatively safe hands. Before starting his car he sent her brother a text asking him to keep him updated. Then he left the dance and a surprisingly pleasant evening behind him.



Not drinking the night before was a great decision. Archer opened his eyes around 9 am feeling fresh and well rested. Getting out of bed felt freakishly easy, was it maybe what he had planned for later in the day he mused as he trudged in to his bathroom for a quick shower before he went downstairs for breakfast.

At the breakfast table his mother kept glancing at her son. After a few minutes of this the boy estarted to get irritated. “Is there something on my face?” he asked not taking his eyes of his bowl of cereal.

“No, I was just wondering how your night went yesterday. That they paired you with Ariel was such a stroke of luck! You guys were always so cute together!” she cooed. “Did you end the night like a gentleman? Give her a little kiss?”

Archer looked up at his mother with disbelief splattered all over his face. He sat blinking at his mother “Yes, and then I magically turned straight and took her back here and we made sweet love all night. She's actually still up there right now.” he said in a a bored monotone voice.

This made even his father snort in to eggs behind his Sunday paper. Even though it was more at his son than with him. His mother became visibly flustered “No I… I- I meant…” she stuttered.

Archer smiled at his mother and patted her on the shoulder as he stood up. “I know mom, I'm just joking. I know it's hard to give up the dream of having two ‘All American sons’.” he said putting his dishes in the dishwasher. His father cleared his throat and peered annoyed at Archer over the top of the newspaper. The boy took this as his que to leave rushing out of the kitchen and bounding up the stairs in to his room. There he spent the rest of the morning reading in his big bay window until his phone vibrated beside him.

"Need to see you. Meet me at the shack in 10."


Archer rolled his eyes. This was top tier Mari: Nice and Cryptic. At least he now knew the damn girl was alive.

Oof she will fit in at surf shack real good!
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