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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» DONE ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SOPHIE'S HOME (2nd FLOOR ROOM) ≛OOC✌​

Tears were rolling down his cheeks. How pathetic was he? Sobbing at a time like this. God, he was such a wimp! He noticed a shadow and heels stop by his feet. He could even look down at her, his gaze was still fixed on the corner of the wall. He could feel his body shaking and his stomach turning inside. It was getting harder to breathe.

It was like electricity when Maria reached up to touch his face, wiping the tears away. His chestnut eyes darted towards her. The warmth from her hand felt really comforting and trustworthy and wonderful even though everything was so horrible and cold. Her hand rested on his cheek and her thumbs rubbed under his left eye. His eyebrows furrowed together in his suffering. His eyes were filled with tears and showed only sadness. He took in a shaking breath.

❝ Tucker,❞ she murmured his name. ❝ Tucker you can tell me...❞

That's when everything just broke. Her tone was so pitiful, much like his. Her eyes showed that she cared. He felt the sobs rising as his lip trembled even more. His hands by his sides were shaking terribly. His mind was going crazy. It was like the demons were outraged and in war. They were trying to fight through the darkness to get to him. Catching air to breathe seemed like a battle. Keeping himself up on his feet suddenly needed effort. His heartbeat was put on overdrive. His insides felt all wrong and topsy-turvy. Still, despite all that, the demons were failing because there was a light that wouldn't let them get to the poor, broken twenty-three year old. So the demons fell and along with them, the walls did too and Maria had stepped in.

The next few hours was horrible but also good. Tucker had sobbed and broken down and even hyperventilated at one point, but hey, he told her. He told her everything. He told her that her father, Benjamin, was the popular child molester and pornographer and that among all his child "stars" he was his favorite. He told her that it started when he was six and didn't stop till he was fourteen. He couldn't get much into detail but he told her. He told her everything like the day he told Michelle everything - that Wednesday after two weeks had past of his father was put behind bars. It was quite like it really. Maria was just there. There for him. Despite how embarrassing and pathetic he was and how much he rambled especially compared to how silent she had been - he knew that it would have been much worse if she weren't there.

After some silence, Maria lead him over to the bed, ❝ We should probably sleep. It's late.❞ Maria held her hands up defensively, but tried her best to put on a smile. ❝ I promise I won't do anything. You get half, I get half. Sleep.❞

He wanted to smile back at her and tell her that was probably a good idea but he couldn't find himself to. As she slipped off her shoes, he did the same, sitting down on the edge and pulling his boots off. His body, his mind, his entire person just felt so drained and tired and done with life. It was even hard to take his shoes off. He didn't bother removing anything else, not even the stuff in his pockets. He was too tired to function. He didn't even question sleeping next to her anymore. Besides, when this happened - or at least when he'd have panic attacks, he'd cuddle up to animals - if there were any in his home, if not, he slept in the shelter with some of the animals there. It helped not being alone, he used to go to his mother for this but she passed that chapter much more quickly then he did.

❝ Tucker, I promise. Unless you want to leave.❞


He shook his head, not really saying anything for a moment. Then he leaned forward on the bed, pulling the covers at his half of the bed. He folded them over and tossed it to her side. He cleared his throat after wiping his tired eyes, "I-it's fine. Here. Use this." not waiting for her reply, he plopped down on the bed, sleeping on his side facing her. He closed his eyes immediately and kind of hugged himself in comfort, trying to imagine a cat or a pup in his arms. His chestnut eyes peeked open slightly to glance at Maria quickly, "Thank you… good night." he closed his eyes at his last words and fell asleep immediately.

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ DETERMINED✿​

✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

The turquoise teen stirred suddenly, after her thin body had been lying on the bed motionlessly for the few hours that passed. She moaned as she rolled from her side to her back as she lifted her heavy eyelids up. Her blue eyes danced around the dark room. She could have sworn it would have been morning when she woke - but it was still very dark. How long did she sleep? Did she even sleep…? Oh! Had Richie gone back?

The girl pulled herself up from the bed and looked across the room. The other bed seemed to be empty, causing her to pout. Maybe she only slept for five minutes? Was Richie still in the bathroom? Maybe he was taking his time to get himself decent… she should probably do the same.

A deep sigh escaped her before she swung her scrawny limbs over the edge of the bed and pushed herself to stand. Her body felt absolutely drained, but her mind was much clearer from moments ago. She took steps towards the door, using the light that came from the little slit of space under it to find it. She guessed the light switch was probably next to the door frame, like in most houses, and after some wall groping (this word made her imagine something very funny causing her to giggle) she found the switch and light filled the room.

Her eyes stung at the brightness. She shut them immediately, covering them with her fingers. She felt like a vampire waking up at the wrong time of the day. Groaning, she removed them slowly and squinted her eyes open. A few moments later, her vision finally adjusted and she saw clear again. The first thing she saw was her reflection on the window across from her. Since the light from inside reflected on the glass and it was so dark out, it kind of worked like a mirror. Her dress had crumpled up and rose up to her hips while her hair was in a total mess.

Another groan escapes her but this time due to her dissatisfaction of her appearance. She attempted to smooth out her dress but it was no use. Since the material wasn't cotton or chiffon or silk but rather, textured nylon it crumpled up easily. She sighed. This was no use, plus since her dress was pearl white she could see very noticeable liquid stains on the skirt bit. They looked like tea stains but were obviously the from the alcohol she drank - she probably spilled it on herself too. She wanted to change.

Oh! Perfect! She wore a sweater earlier - and she left it somewhere downstairs! Oh perfection, indeed. She smoothed down her hair a bit and wiped her tired eyes. Then with a sudden determined expression she headed out the door. She walked down the hall quickly, turning into the other one and then she started going down the stairs slowly, her body still felt weak so she was careful to not trip.

The coat hanger was in her sights. Bam! Her lavender and cream sweater stood out like a gem among the other coats. She grin, taking the last step of the stairs, and ran forward towards it. She pulled it away from the others and hugged it, taking a good sniff as well. It smelled just like her pre-alcohol self, which was very floral and sweet. She started unbuttoning the top of her dress- wait! She was still out in public! Oh, that was close. She got too excited.

Giggling, she skipped around the first floor, searching for an empty room. She first stopped by living room, but there were plenty people there! The kitchen seemed like a better idea but saw Sophie, some other guy and the butler there so she merrily skipped away. She was about to head for the pool when she remembered how cold it was outside and getting in her underpants wasn't going to help. She pouted. She was tired of skipping.

She headed back upstairs, clumsily tripping on the last step. She should probably just head back into the room and change there… but where was t hat again? She let out a frustrated grunt. She just wanted to change into her sweater!!

'Oh to hell with it.' she suddenly thought. No one was in this hallway. She just needed to get dressed by the wall so people from the staircase wouldn't see her. She glided past the stair case, peeking to see if anyone was there. She turned back, pressing her back against the wall like a spy, and checked if anyone was in the hallway. Nope. It was all clear!


With a determined nod she quickly unbuttoned the rest of her dress then pulled it up over her head. The pearl white fabric slipped off from her skin, revealing the white, floral undergarments she wore underneath. She dropped the dress on the floor and started to slip her arms into the cream sleeves of her sweater before finally putting th lavender sweater over her head. She pulled her head out and the hood with the cat ears on top rested on her blue hair. She then pulled the rest of the sweater down past her chest, torso and finally until where it ended past her hips. She smoothed it out quickly. 'Mission complete!!'

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» IDEK ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SOPHIE'S HOME≛OOC✌​

His chestnut eyes immediately followed the blonde who stood and walked to the door. Wh-what? Was she leaving? Had he done something wrong? He looked at her standing there, with a click she unlocked the door but didn't head out. The guilt inside of him rose and everything just felt wrong and sad and horrible.



"I won't ever understand if you don't talk to me Tucker. I told you how I feel, and you still haven't even said anything about your feelings, just that you're afraid. But you won't tell me why you're afraid. You look at me like I'm going to hurt and I don't understand. How could I possibly hurt you?"

His insides were going crazy. He felt like he was going to vomit. He clasped a hand over his lips, horrified at how everything was going so far. Her last words really, really disturbed him - mostly because he knew it was true. How could she hurt him? Ignoring what he's been through, he really didn't know but she was right. He still looked at her as if she could hurt him - because not ignoring what he's been though, he could think of so many ways how her, well not even Maria specifically but just anyone in general, he could think of so many ways on how they could hurt him.

He heard the door creak open and some light from the hallway had creeped in. Did she noticed the tears in his eyes because of the light now? God, he was such a wimp. Crying again. He looked up to see that she wasn't even looking at him.


"If you don't want to be here then you should just go. I'm sorry for having made everything messy between us. We can just pretend like nothing ever happened if you want. It'll be--" her voice broke, "--It'll be fine. I swear..."

Wow, he really wanted to vomit. He didn't move from his place for a moment. He felt so terrible. He hadn't felt this terrible in a while. He felt like for a moment, he kind of deserved a punishment right now - one of those punishments. He just felt like pulling his hair out and running away and sobbing all on his own. How could he have done something like that to Maria and not even realize? He was such a jerk, wasn't he?

He couldn't even think anymore. He walked forward and placed his hand on the open door's knob. It was cold - as if Maria, who stood by the window, had never touched it. It was like her warmth and sweetness had all gone. Were they… were they just going to end there? Was he never going to see her the same ever again? He already knew the answer to that.

He gulped, then shut the door in front of him. He didn't leave. He couldn't. He took steps back into the room. It felt like he had to drag himself back inside, drained from all the thoughts and emotions that ate on his energy. He took a shaky breath in, separating his lips. He stopped a couple feet away from the blonde, looking at how her platinum locks reflected the little light coming from outside. "P-please don't leave me…" he started. His tone was calm but pitiful - as if one of a child. He felt very much like a child as he gazed at her. It was like when a child returned to his parent after doing something so horribly wrong and asking for forgiveness even if the child knew he didn't deserve it. "I'm scared."

His hands balled into fists again. He looked down at the side, feeling some tears rolling down his cheeks as he blinked. He couldn't look at her and tell her at the same time. He bit down at his lip hard, fighting back sobs. His breathing was very unstable and shaky. Voices started coming into his mind,

'If you tell anyone I'll put this bullet through your skull.'
'Don't think.'
'You have to be careful.'
'Someone's going to break down the walls you put around yourself one day, Tuck.'


He shut his eyes tightly, fighting them away and feeling his nails dig into the palm of his hands. He bit down at his lip so hard he couldn't even feel it anymore. He opened his tearful chestnut eyes anymore, fixing his stare at where the wall met the floor to his side. "My father… he's… he's- he is Benjamin Knowles…. if- if you don't know who he is- he's- he's" his voice cracked in a sob and he shook his head frustratingly. God. He still couldn't do it. He still couldn't say it.

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ LONELY✿​

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✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

She could barely make out what her best friend has said before she felt another weight press on the bed then suddenly, warmth. He crept in close to her, so close their faces would almost touch and he wrapped his arms around her small frame and held her close. She snuggled into him, slipping her arms under his and holding him. She always liked cuddling with Richie the most. It was just nice, friendly closeness - completely platonic even though they were probably too close for most people's comfort.

She could smell the alcohol that lingered in both of their breaths. She felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier as they cuddled in silence. She did love being with her best friend like this, but sometimes she did wish it were someone else for a change. She was an only child at home - she didn't exactly have siblings to cuddle with. She'd cuddle with her parents some times and that was nice - but they were usually busy as well. It would have been nice if there were someone else. Sometimes she just wished it was a new friend, but of course, sometimes she wished for more. She had fantasies of snuggling under the covers with Bryan - wrapped in each others arms with him protecting her as they watched a Disney movie or in the theaters or slept. She imagined him smelling so sweet and his body being so warm. She could have had her chance a moment ago, but of course, she messed that up completely.

Her best friend suddenly shifted in bed, apologizing as he detangled himself from her and left the room. She let out a small whimper as she watched the door close before her, pouting her lips. She lay her head back down on the pillow. She was all alone again. She cuddled into the pillows and the bed sheets, still longing for someone to hold her.

As tired as she was, she didn't find herself asleep - but she had no intention of getting up either. The teen rolled in bed, tossing herself on her other side with her back facing the door. She clutched the side of her pillow tightly, wondering if Richie was alright. She could already guess why he left so suddenly. She also suddenly wondered where her camera was and what became of it. She sure hoped it wasn't broken or anything. She thought about Bryan. She wondered what he was thinking now and where he was. She still wanted to hold him and feel his warmth on the cold, Christmas night. She thought about Zach too. Where was he? Oh she hoped he was okay too.

She let out a sigh. She was acting like a lonely, little child. When was Richie going to go back to her?

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» NERVOUS/CONFUSED/SCARED ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SOPHIE'S HOME≛OOC✌​

He uncrossed his arms and dug his hands in his side pockets. His head felt like it was about to explode and splatter his brains out all over the floor. His heart was still beating rapidly and he tried his best to compose at least his breathing. He dug the tip of his shoe on the ground below, as if he was trying to stay still - which he actually was. Part of him just wanted to head for the door and run and go back home or sneak into the empty shelter and sleep with the animals. That's how he wanted to spend Christmas right now, at that moment.

He glanced at Maria, knowing that even though he wanted to run away - it probably wasn't best. He could just leave her, after knowing that it was because of him why she could be upset. His mind was going crazy though! Images and sounds kept popping up as his eyes now darted around the small room. It was dark there was a bed - this was kind of the scene Tucker always avoided. The image of Maria dominating him, the one that he so sickly conjured when they were alone in the theatre, popped in his head again. That was the worst one right now - because he really didn't want to think badly of the blonde. She was a great friend of his. He just wanted it to go back like they used to - back when they were just two super good friends and counselors working together and spending fun times like morning cafe trips and summer.

"Tucker... please com here."

His head snapped towards her and saw her patting the space on the bed next to her. He really didn't want to - still unable to figure out what those blue eyes that gazed away from him was trying to say. He wanted to be cautious now because he was just so darn scared. His feet felt like they weighed tonnes as he hesitantly dragged them over as he sat down next to her. He moved aside the box that had the present she gave him and sat after that. Letting the box sit between the awkward distance Tucker intentionally placed between them. He bit down at his lip as he held the edges of the sweater he got from his mother. It fit him very snuggly, stopped right at his belt line. He held the edges tightly and tugged them down at the same time. He let her continue.

"I have an idea, but it doesn't matter if you don't approve."

The young adult tensed up, his anxiety inside building. What did she mean?? The last bit she said scared him. He swallowed nervously as he stopped looking at her and locked his stare on the floor. His eyebrows furrowed together, trying to fight his hardest not to do anything and just stay still and stay calm and just be there.

"We could practice together, b-but, only if you want."

His eyes immediately widened. The chaos inside his head seemed to react in the same way. It was like Maria had flipped a switch suddenly and everything just went wrong. He felt like his inner demons suddenly occupied the space under the bed below and they were slowly coming from there. It felt like their haunting hands groped at his body, clinging onto his ankles then up all over his legs and around his torso and neck and just-

"You said you don't understand. I could-- I could teach you. I could show you that it's not scary... I don't understand why you would have that mentality Tucker, but these things-- this feeling-- it's meant to be good, not painful or scary."

He bent over, digging his elbows into his thighs right above his knees. His hands moved swiftly from tugging at the bottom of his sweater to gripping his cherry locks at the side of his head. It was as if he was attempting to pull them out - but really he just wanted his mind to fall silent. Maria just didn't get it! She didn't get it at all! His breathing had become much heavier. His chest began to hurt. His mind still was filled with so much chaos and pain. He felt his eyes stinging as he continued to stare down at the floor below without blinking all that much, frustrated with himself of not knowing what to do and being some scared wimp all the time. He still felt like something was dragging him into some sort of darkness.

" Only if you're willing to try. It's not like I'd force you. You're free to leave if you want..."

He breathed in deeply and looked at her. His eyes had gotten slightly watery by now but he wasn't crying. He grunted a bit and got up to his feet. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it. He felt like he was being attacked again - even though he knew her intentions were good, well, at least she tried to believe they were good but his thoughts still screamed otherwise.

He hung his head down, his hands balling into fists beside him. He intended to get up, head for the door, leave and just get ou of there but he couldn't find himself to start moving or even take a step forward. His lips finally separated, "Maria... thank you... Thank you but you just don't get it." his voice was shaky, strong but shaky. He shook his head slightly, inhaling a sniffle that escaped him. "It's more than that. More than you'll ever know... More than I can ever say."

His lips pressed back tightly together, gritting at his teeth. He wanted to tell her. The feeling he got last time of wanting to came back. His balled fists went back to tugging the side of his sweater again. He wanted to tell her right here at this very moment but just as always, he didn't know how.

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ TIPSY/EMBARRASSED✿​

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✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

She looked up at the two with a rather confused expression after she smiled at them. It was good they were okay, but her? Pfft. She was great! Everything was great! What ever did Erik mean by asking if she was alright?

Before she could open her mouth to speak, there was a tap on her shoulder and she turned her head over to who it was - Richie!! She giggled a bit upon seeing him and sent him a little wave.

"Sorry I kind of ditched you b-back at the p...ool. I thought I could-*hiccup*-get somewhere with Quentin, but thenTorvald ruined it...! What a j...erk, right?"

She closed her eyes cheerfully and smiled as she shook her head from left to right. "It's fine, it's fine baby! And you don't have to be so mean Rich, it's alright!" she raised her free hand and pat his blonde hair a bit. She turned back to everyone now, then suddenly gasped out. "Wow! Look! we have a little group! We should have a photo!" the tone of her voice was so excited - probably because she knew Bryan was still standing next to her. She's never had a photo with Bryan - well not one alone or even with a small group. She wanted to treasure her moment of victory with a photograph! Now was the perfect time!

She reached down for her camera on her side only to realize it wasn't there. She pouted, patting her sides to check where the device was - as if she had pockets that could fit her large camera in. She spun in her place slowly, taking little steps left and right to make her turn. It probably looked really silly. But seriously, when did her camera decide to run away into the night and have its own fun??

"I think you've both had enough."

It happened quite quickly after that. The glass of whisky was taken from her frail fingers - much to her liking. She didn't really enjoy the drink - plus now with her arms free. She could go and hug people!! She grinned at Erik but before she could thank him he interrupted her, "The both of you could probably do for some rest."

The turquoise teen found herself being slung over the older guy's shoulder and she let out a little "oof". This wasn't exactly her image of being carried off to bed. She wanted Bryan to have her thin body cradled in his arms all cuddly and comfortable and him to tuck her in bed and sleep next to her with his arms wrapped around her… But she guessed this would have to do.

She felt her hipbones grinding at Erik's shoulder. Yipes. Her arms hung in front of her sluggishly, her right hand reached for the edges of Erik's sleeves. She pressed her fingers between the fabric and rubbed them lightly as she muttered in a soft voice, "So we can sleep now? Hooray…. you're so nice Erik. Thank you so much… sorry if we caused any trouble… will you come to bed with us? We should all cuddle up and hug and stuff. That would be nice, huh? Oh and maybe… maybe I can get Bryan? I mean you're quite alright too - I'm sure you cuddle well but I want Bryan…"

Her words trailed on not due to drunkeness but more of because she was reaching her limit. She was probably going to pass out soon. Erik hadn't replied to her muttering and wondered if Bryan heard any of it… she blushed at the thought, thinking of how embarrassing that would be. Before she knew it, Erik creaked a door open and then she was enveloped in comfiness from a bed - but she still longed for warmth of human contact.

She reached an arm out to the door that was closing. She didn't want them to go! She wanted to cuddle and fall asleep in someone's arms. As the room filled with darkness she let out a sigh and turned her head to the blonde in the bed next to her. Her eyes were only half open - but it wasn't like she could see anything in the dark.


"Rich…" she started in a sleepy tone, the way she talked was straight. Not stopping at a word until she finished all she had to say - only dragging on some words. "This kind of sucks now. I wanted to cuddle babe. You know I like cuddling… I'm much more respon... responsi.... responsible! Much more responsible as this... Aw'man I probably looked like such an idiot back there… and in font of Bryan! Aw… rats. Should have just played it cool and asked for hugs…"

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ TIPSY✿​

✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

Hmph. Looks like Richie found someone to entertain him for the night. They usually stuck together for the first half of their drunkeness - when Richie would be really flirty and she would be incredibly cuddly. However, it seems that Richie had gone far ahead already because when this would happen, Elisa would already be knocked out. Usually. But nope, not tonight.

She's had two glassfuls of what was that now? What? Well, whatever Richie was having - which was apparently more than enough for her. Her face was all flushed from the alcohol and she wasn't feeling as cold as she did. She pouted as she looked at Richie from the distance, feeling a little lonely even though she still had an arm locked around Zach's. She took another sip from her glass but only to find out it's empty. "Aw, rats! All out! Hmmm... I want more...." she looked up at Zach who she still leaned against. She pulled away from him and headed back inside, walking backwards as she waved him farewell in a rather silly manner as she said giggling "Going to get more! I suggest you leave Rich some privacy time! Unless you want to join him...!"

She almost tripped backwards on the step back inside and giggled to herself as she tucked a strand of her blue hair behind her ear. She snaked through the people, with her right arm raised, holding the glass above her head so to protect it. She wiggled her hips a bit as she walked, swaying to the song she sang in her head as she made her way to the kitchen. She hummed the tune as she bent over to look at the alcoholic drinks that lined up in the kitchen. "Hm-mmmm-mmmm-mm" she said placing a finger to her lip as she hummed the song in her head, still deciding of which one to get. There was one labeled as a whisky. Her mom liked whisky!! Maybe she'd like it too!

She grabbed the bottle around the neck and poured its contents into the glass, filling it to the brim. Wooooooow. That was a lot of liquid. Maybe she shouldn't have put so much... she glanced at the mouth of the bottle then back at her glass. It would probably be much harder to put the liquid back. She shrugged and bent over once more, sipping it from the brim, but cringing when she did.

"Wow, that's strong!" she gasped, but then went back to taking little sips. It did taste quite nice, very rich. As she drank enough to not make its contents spill if she carried it, she grabbed the glass and made her way out of the kitchen. She wanted to sit. No well, she wanted to lie down and cuddle up with someone or just hug someone right now. Maybe she should go back to Zach? Did he follow her in?? Or did he stay with Richie?? Hmmm... maybe she'd look for him. That was a good idea!

She walked out of the room she just entered, her boots kind of dragging along - until she bumped into a tall guy, causing her to stumble a bit and spill a bit of her drink to the floor. "Aw, rats." she muttered as she looked down at the little liquid she had spilled. "I'm so sorry... oh!" she gasped when she looked up at who she bumped into. It was Bryan! Next to him was Erik. They were here? Adults like them joined in on this? Well, that was nice! She gave them both a smile. "Hi! S-sorry for bumping into you... wasn't really looking." her voice was kind of slurred, but not really, though she was hyper enough to not be scared to talk to Bryan. She giggled slightly, taking a sip from the whisky and then cringing again before she looked back up at the two "Are you guys alright?"

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» NERVOUS/CONFUSED/SCARED ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SOPHIE'S HOME≛OOC✌​

He stared down at her big blue eyes, unable to read any of the things they told him - until she finally began speaking.

"About last weekend... I didn't want things to change between us--well, I mean I do, but not if you don't want to..."

His expression was one of confusion. Did she not want to be friends anymore? She just said she didn't want things to change between them. Was she going to leave him like the kids who used to bully him in school when he was younger after finding out a certain thing about him even though the day before they were such good pals. It had been quite a couple days but no! Maria couldn't just leave. Why wouldn't they want to be friends any-

"I though maybe if I gave you some time--I don't know. I just really don't want to stop being friends, even if you don't like me back, but the thought of you don't not...it hurts."

His chestnut eyes grew wide as Maria's blue ones dropped away from his and back to the flower. She looked so upset. So that's what this was about. He frowned, feeling this guilty feeling inside him. So that's why she was so upset - he was right to be guilty the first time. It was his fault after all. He was the reason for her hurting.

He gazed to the side. It never even entered his mind that Maria liked him. Sure, he's tried thinking about if he'd like Maria in a romantic sense but he never thought about if it were the other way around. She liked him? What… what was he supposed to do now? Tell her he didn't like her back even though he knew it would hurt her? She just said even the thought of him not liking her would hurt! Plus he was still so lost with all these emotions inside of him! There was guilt, confusion, longing, fear and curiosity - not exactly the best combination. His eyebrows furrowed together as he began to nibble at his bottom lip.

"If you had stopped me from kissing you then I could handle it, but you didn't. You kissed back. Tucker I've been tearing myself apart trying to figure out what is going on inside that handsome head of yours."

Hearing her say "You kissed back" felt like his father had punched him in the chest. Along with knowing that she's been quote-unquote tearing herself apart to try and figure out what was going on. What was he going to say? He just wanted to kiss her again because it felt nice? Say sorry he didn't like relationships because of his father raped him for a third of his life?

He was taken back for a second with his thoughts but then he snapped his head towards her and said in a rather defensive tone, "I-I was just..! Y-you started it!" he said it recklessly and it was so so childish it disgusted him. He bit his tongue back and looked at Maria with a really guilty expression before he put his hands to his face and let out a grunt, obviously frustrated with himself.


Letting that out, he dropped his hands and crossed them over his chest. His voice was shaky but he managed to get most of it out, "I just… I'm sorry. I just never… never felt anything like that... from a kiss… I-I didn't know kisses could be um, feel…um, f-feel nice, you know? I didn't know- didn't know they- they, they could not... not be, um... I just don't know how to handle it. This is new! Maria... Maria, I don't know what to do."

The tight embrace from Richie made her feel all warm. She still got quite cold easily, even though it was much warmer inside Sophie's house than out. Much warmer. It was probably her outfit though, a small Christmas dress on - but she couldn't let it pass! It was so cute! And she was glad Richie thought the same, it made her smile even more and hug him one last time.

She gulped her own drink down. Mhm! It sure did taste really good! She wasn't an avid drinker, in fact she actually had a low tolerance, but she didn't mind because she loves to have fun - especially with Richie. She did find herself drunk sometimes, but it wasn't so bad. When she did find herself highly intoxicated, people did say she'd grow to be even more affectionate than she was. She'd giggle plenty and hug everyone but then at one point, she'd just sleep - and no one would be able to wake her until the morning. She only got drunk with Richie, if ever. They were that tight as buds - plus, it was a very special holiday celebration! Why not have some fun!

She giggled as she gathered the last drops of the beverage in her mouth, swallowing. Richie had apparently done the same and went to get more drinks. She waved him off happily and turned to Zach. "I hope you like your present. I really just got reminded of you when I saw it. It's so cute, don't you think?" she said happily, with her empty glass in her hand. She looked at him, what he was wearing, how he prepared himself. "Great look!" she commented, her blue eyes dancing around.

Richie then came back with another bottle and after pouring her some more he lead them out. She giggled and followed after her best friend, taking sips from her drink. Oh my. They were going out? As in out? She needed to grab her coat! Oh, but it was waaay too far. She huffed and grabbed Zach by the arm, snuggling up to him as the cold winter air bit at her skin. She took another gulp of the alcohol, hoping it would warm her body up a bit. She let out a small laugh after swallowing, "Brrrrrr! It sure is cold!"

She watched as her friend jumped into the pool, jumping back as the water splashed at her legs. That was freezing!! She shook her head at her best friend furiously. "That's way TOO cold babe! I'm going to die!!" she cuddled closer to Zach's arm, pressing her side against his and taking another sip. If Richie wanted her in that pool - they'd have to drag her in.

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GURL YOU WEAR THAT PINK AND WORK IT​

congrazzles tho hyuge babbu hoorayyyy \kissu kissu\​

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Celeste could barely think. Her legs were aching so bad, and she was panting terribly. Some time between all their running, her powers eventually brought her back to human form - erasing all her agile deer skills. She was just so out of energy from everything. All was left was her bunny ears, like always. The edges of her dress were torn and her shoes were just, well, pretty much gone.

Kendric had finally let go of her though, and they stopped. Oh! Heaves of the animal kingdom they stopped! Her legs felt like jellyfish tentacles and she dropped down to her knees, trying to catch her breath. Her rabbit ears folded downward as she panted. She could hear Kendric slamming his fist at the door. Her mind was completely blank, just trying to get herself to breath properly. What was even going on anymore? She didn't know. She didn't care. She just wanted everything to stop.

The creaking open of the large door alerted her snow-white bunny ears and she looked up. There was a blonde man standing at the door.

"Is Artan with you?"

"No but-"

Her expresion was very confused as she looked at that two. It happened so quickly. Kendric held the door open for them. Could they really just go in like that? It did beat staying out here... she got to her feet, wobbling, and made her way through the door.

"Help us. We're innocent!"

She had to hold it to support herself but looked at the blonde man with a pleading expression - one so desperate and confused and innocent. She still hadn't caught her breath properly. "P-please, we are- are sorry for intruding. But please sir...! You have to help us...!"

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❝Oh, wow--Tucker these are wonderful! ❞

A relieved sigh escaped him, grinning afterwards. He was always nervous when getting presents, wondering if they'd end up liking it or not. His mother always told him that it was the thought that counted but if they didn't like the present then it kind of beat the point. Even with Erik, he thought 'oh no he probably already has this' and with Sean 'Will he see this as a joke or will he actually like it.' He always doubted but ended up buying the initial gift anyway and they all seemed to like it which was good on his book.

He listened to her go on about Eap and attach the keychain he got her already to her clutch. He smiled stuffing his hands into his pocket as he watched her. ❝ I'll put my keys on this later. The flowers are beautiful. I really wasn't expecting anything from you. ❞

He cleared his throat, shifting his weight on his right side comfortably as he spoke to her, "Well, um, giving the flowers were Sean's idea. He said you'd like them - but you know, it's Christmas! Everyone deserves a little bit-" before he could stop the last sentence, Maria rose to her feet and before he knew it, she hugged him in a friendly embrace. He hesitated for a moment, still getting a bit tense until he remembered - No! He was okay with hugging her now. They got past that stage! Yes! So with that reassurance, he hugged her back in the same friendly manner before they both pulled away.

❝ I actually have something for you too, but I was wondering if we could go somewhere more private. We... We still need to talk... ❞

For a moment his mind went blank. 'More... private? They weren't alone...?' The chestnut eyes that had been focused on the lead actress zoomed around the room until he spotted a rather familiar face. Cute face, long auburn hair - she did look so familiar! It was hard to forget a face like that. He cocked up an eyebrow as he looked at her for a bit. Ah! It was the girl who bumped into him in the cafe!! The day he and Maria-

He quickly snapped his head away from looking at the auburn haired girl in the distance, blushing slightly as he turned back to Maria. He quickly glanced at the younger girl again. Maybe he should wave. That would be polite. Yeah. He raised his right hand up to wave but then Maria had grabbed his wrist and before he could wave or even say anything, the two were already out of the room.

He followed her silently, lips pressed together nervously. If she wanted to talk privately, he didn't exactly know where. There were a lot of people around pretty much everywhere. Of course, Maria was probably more quick witted than him and she found a solution to that. Upstairs.

He felt his heart beat faster as they walked up the steps. His hands kind of clenching together into fists. Weren't therestuff upstairs? Here. In the second floor. Were people going to do stuff upstairs? Here. In the second floor. Did Maria expect him to do stuff upstairs? Here. In the second floor. He walked obediently, still following the actress but man did he was he a mess. His mind flooded with the thoughts from before - the thoughts that started all of this. The ones that made him so embarrassed in front of Maria. The ones where they kissed sweetly but then it all went wrong. Pinning him down again. Tying him up again. Making him submit again. Again. Again.

He shut his eyes tightly, trying not to remember but it was no use. He wanted to run again. No. He had to fight it. Maria wouldn't do such a thing. She was too sweet. 'That's what you said about your father.' No. Maria was different. 'That's what you said about your father.' No. He knew Maria. She wouldn't. She wouldn't! 'You knew your father. Don't you remember how she smacked Torvald across the face?'

He yanked his hand away from Maria, apparently just as she had let go though and closed the door. Oh no. They were in a bedroom now. Alone together. No. He had to shush his mind. He had to not think. 'Don't think.' he heard Sean's voice in his head. He was right. Okay. Tucker, no thinking.

❝ Here. This is for you. I thought it would look nice with that shark sweater you wore. ❞

A present? He reached over for the wrapped box, careful not to come in contact with her fingers when he grabbed it. He wasn't too cool with anything right now, really but the present did make him smile and politely say "Thank you" before he even opened it. Unwrapping the box, he pulled out a scarf - with shark designs! He coughed out a little chuckle, as he placed the box down by her side and held up the scarf. "W-wow this is great! You remembered my shark sweater? Haha, aw man Maria, I love it. Very cool." He added the last bit in a dorky manner, trying the scarf on and showing it off probably pathetically. He removed it and placed that back in the box. "Thank you." he repeated.

❝ I thought maybe we... ❞

Right. Right. For a moment, he forgot how things were awkward but now he was all back again. He glanced at her for a moment and he looked away immediately. She wasn't even looking at him - then again, he didn't blame her. He couldn't find herself to look at him either. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he leaned on the wall across her - not really wanting to sit on the bed. He didn't know what he meant but they really did need to talk, "M-maybe we... um, what?"

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ FESTIVE✿​

✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

Perfect! Just the two people she hoped to bump into. The two blondes were conversing. She raised the camera up to her face, snapping a shot of her best friend and her new friend, Zach. They both looked especially dashing that night - which was always nice to see and preserve in photographs. Her camera made a little click noise as she pressed down at the button, meaning she had taken the photo (no flash, of couse). She slung the strap of her camera over her shoulder, letting it hang by her side as she let her hands hold two wrapped presents.

She skipped over to them, her black boots making small thuds on the ground as the skirt of her white dress danced with her ever skip. She wore one of her favourite dresses today, her white one - that fitted her slim body so well. It was as if it was made for her body alone. It wrapped around her thin body snuggly, hugging her curves. It was sweet and girly, with studs and crystals on the edges of its collar. Of course, she wore her favourite pair of combat boots to go with it and a cross ring.

"Hey Richie! Hey Zach!" she greeted with a wide grin, "Merry Christmas!!" she said happily as she held out each of their presents. She smaller one was held out to Zach while the larger one was held out for Richie. She bought them prior to coming to the play but was unable to give them because she was busy helping the actors with touch ups and getting dressed even during the production. She bought Richie a shirt with a cat on it, a book with all things about adorable DIY goodies and a small kitten toy she made for him. She got Zach a zombie keychain, having seen it over the counter and it reminded her of him immediately.

As they each took her presents she reached for her camera again and took shots of them opening it. The smile on her pleased face never disappeared. She lowered her camera once again, dropping it to her side carefully. "So how's about we all get a drink?"

ooc: gomen had class and been out all day about to pass out so sorry for sorry can't post Elisa dying now ; ; but she is in the partay too being all cute and fashionista and taking pictures

Christmas has been great to him so far. He woke up to a package from his mother containing a watch (from Jack), a small cat stuffed toy (supposedly from one year old Simon) and a great, Christmas-y sweater (from his mother). With being woken up so early, he was able to have a long video call with them in the morning. He spoke to his mother privately for a while, which was nice. He told her everything and she pretty much said the same thing as Michelle, his therapist did, but it seemed to put him in a much better mood coming from her. He was also able to talk to Jack and Simon, the two new men in his mother's life, which was great - even though Simon didn't say much, for obvious reasons. They wished he was there with him but at the same time wished they were there for him but Tucker really didn't mind. He was just happy to get a Christmas greeting from his family so early in the morning.

After bidding goodbye (which took forever on its own), he cooked himself some French Toast then grabbed the presents he's prepared for people before heading out. He wore his mother's sweater under his thick winter coat. He stopped by Michelle's office first, greeting her a Merry Christmas and dropping of her present - which was a perfume bottle. Then, he made his way to the Animal Shelter where he spent most of his time. He gave Sean his present (which was a dog keychain so he could hold all his keys because he really needed that along with a shirt). He and his scruffy friend then tended to the animals all day giving them special treats and letting them play outside for a bit. It was all so much fun but it seemed to end too soon as Tucker rushed out of the shelter and to the school.

For the entire play, he was too busy in the sound booth but whenever he caught a cast or crew member he told them to break a leg - which was the theatre speak for good luck of course. He also quickly gave Julius his present, which was this fancy pen thing because Julius was a professor now. He dropped by with Erik as well, giving him his present. It was a bottle opener shaped as the beer glass and a pack of premium smokes. He tried to get to Maria before the show, but she seemed to busy and he had to get to work anyway. He looked over the controls one time too many and then the show began. Luckily, he didn't mess up on the mics - thank goodness! Plus, the play went so great! It was probably the best show - perfect for Opening Night!

He followed into Sophie's place, holding a cake he had bought earlier. It was kind of his Christmas present to everyone. He also held a paper bag, containing the present for Maria. Inside it were some things he bought for Eap but also some for Maria. He felt bad about not being able to talk to her lately - after all's that's happened. He felt like they were suddenly growing very distant... and Tucker just hated it when he could see a friendship slowly deteriorating.

Everyone was gathered in Sophie's home as she began to lay down the house rules which actually... weren't much. He laughed at her comment on the alcohol, thinking to himself if it would be wise to take some. He wasn't a drinker, but he would take wine or champagne on special occasions - and this was one of them! However, he was driving back home (probably some time early in the morning while it was still dark) and being even a little bit intoxicated would be a dumb move. Then again, Sophie did say they could sleep over - but as if he was fond at the idea of that.

He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts when Sophie began speaking again, mentioning the bathroom upstairs with the... with the... the... A shiver ran down his spine hearing the words coming out of Sophie's mouth. Why would there even be things for that?! He shut his eyes tightly as he shook his head a bit, trying to erase the thought. He gulped nervously as he held the cake steady, even though his body felt like it was shaking. He felt the panic inside him start to rise. No. This wasn't good! Just forget it. Just forget. Nothing was upstairs. Nope. Nothing. He blinked a couple times before he started noticing that people were moving about.

He pressed his lips together as he moved towards the kitchen, probably where he should place the cake down. He found his way over there, gliding through people who looked about for drinks then dropped the box on the counter. He set down the paper bag for Maria for a moment, and pulled the cover off. He tucked that under the box and left it there on the counter, putting out the little note on the side that read: " Merry Christmas! Great job everyone! Enjoy the cake. Devour to your hearts content. -Tucker "

He bent down to grab the brown paper bag again and then left the kitchen, entering a large room. He didn't really have any intention upon entering the room, not really knowing where he was - but then his chestnut eyes spotted a familiar blonde actress. A nervous smile ran across his lips as he tightly gripped the brown paper bag that he held. He walked over to the girl, stopping by her side as he greeted "H-hey Maria! Merry Christmas!"

He looked at her for a moment, holding her glass of champagne. He smiled at her, quite nervously still, not really knowing what to say next - even though he had spoken about it with Sean earlier. Sean advised him to just say what he felt like saying - whatever entered his mind. He literally just told him "Don't think." It was kind of an impossible feat for Tucker, but maybe he could try it?

He cleared his throat. "A-amazing job by the way. You were great! Absolutely perfect... uh, um, you know, as Michaela. So good. Um. Yeah." Wow. Okay, maybe this is why he did think before saying or doing anything. His right hand slowly rose up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, but that's when he remembered the bag that he held. "Oh! These are for you!" he said suddenly, his chestnut eyes growing wide. He held the bag (containing the presents: a can of supreme cat food, a new toy and a golden pendant to be attached on a collar all for Eap and three red roses tied together with a golden ribbon along with a cat keychain similar to Sean's dog one for Maria) out to her.

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✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» SLEEPY ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » ANIMAL SHELTER/HOME≛OOC✌​

Rehearsals went really well. They had a general run through with the whole play and it went so smoothly! Of course it wasn't perfect just yet, but there were only a couple mistakes and corrections. He spent most of his time in the sound booth, playing with all the controls. On his side, the tech was going really well already. All he needed to do was get the hang of working the frequencies of the microphones, since they only arrived so recently.

After an extended rehearsals, some of the others went out for pizza and a movie. He politely passed from it, finding himself a little tired from the entire day. However, more so, he really didn't like watching films anyway. He was afraid there would be some intimate scenes that he couldn't handle. He always passed movies, so he made his way home.

He stopped at to buy some healthy dinner from the market then stopped by the animal shelter where he joined Sean for dinner. They ate on the counter of the animal shelter and chatted. They talked about many things. Sean was still bugging him about Maria - trying to find out who she was and why he always changed the topic when Sean asked about her. It was his first time to bring someone to the shelter and Sean claims there's something between them. Of course, Tucker never told him anything.


He then helped Sean take care of some animals before helping him close the shop and then made his way back home - finally. He then took a quick shower, jumped into bed and attempted to sleep. As tired as he was, his mind only went silent hours later when he fell into the hands of slumber due to exhaustion.

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A laugh escaped the teenager as she walked up the steps towards her room while checking her phone. Richie had sent her a text during dinner but only checked it now. The dinner with her family was scrumptious. They waited quite a bit for it, though - but it was definitely worth the wait. Her mother strangely got excited to cook after discovering there was a sale at the supermarket. She cooked very fine meat, but of course, she sat at her end of the table where she devoured the salad for the entire night.

A hand rested over her bulging (well, bulging for her) stomach as she swung the door open to her room. She closed it behind her as she hit the reply button on her phone.

To: Richie bb​

Aw, babe, you should have stuck with Zachery and I!​

We had so much fun doing zombie make up and ​

goofing around while you had to be stuck in the ​

practice room with the music sob :c ​

But hey, we've got a lot of stuff done, which is good!​

Can't wait to hear your lyrics on the stage for​

Opening Night kyaaaa ~ * 0 * ~ Anyway, good night​

cutie! See you tomorrow, have candy-sweet dreams!​

Elisa left her phone on her table as she sat down on her swivel chair and put her attention back to her laptop. While waiting for dinner, she was putting together another update but some minutes after that she lost motivation for it and decided to work on her and Richie's DIY video as well as her Holiday Haul. She spent more time on her own video because she knew she planned to post today. Christmas was right around the corner, after all. In fact, she left her video to upload on her channel before she had dinner but now, it was all ready to go!

She refreshed her page and smiled as she was delighted to see people had already placed their comments. In the video, she asked her watchers to comment below about their favorite thing about Christmas and their answers didn't matter, she just enjoyed reading them because the winder would be picked by an online randomizer.

Without fraying from her jolly mood, she decided to go back to her daily blog update, which brought her back to the day she spent in rehearsals. The day had started nicely with doing most of the actors make up, but she nearly got a heart attack from Zachary who shocked her from behind. She curiously turned around from an odd noise, only to let out a scream that radiated through the backstage. She didn't expect a zombie to come out at her, but she just ended up laughing with him and putting on some zombie make up herself. Sadly, Richie missed most of this and joined them only some time later in the rehearsal, when they had both cleaned up but it was one a moment to remember - which she did, by taking photographs. She snapped shots of Zachary's make up, then of hers and then of both of theirs in really wacky poses and snapped another with Richie. She added these to her blog to start of her update. The last photo, before the text was a snap shot of the empty seats in the theatre before they all headed out.

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Rehearsal was super productive today! Check out all those chairs! I hope​

to see you guys sitting there so make sure you got your tickets!!​

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Anyway, I also had super fun times goofing around with make up today. As​

seen, the zombie look has made its way back! Such a hot trend. This is​

Zachary, the set designer of the production, and he was the one who ​

started this shebang - after scaring the life out of me but hey! It was all a ​

ton of fun anyway.​

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So watch out for zombies but have a good night! It's about time to drift off​

to dream land. Going to pass out now! Sweet dreams!​

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✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» SURPRISED ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » AUDITORIUM≛OOC ✌​

The twenty three year old's head snapped up from the controls as he pulled himself up from his seat to see who had just entered the auditorium so loudly. Of course, he really didn't have to check at all to know who it was. No one other than Trovald who, as always, began his own monologue. Small smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head and sat back down on the seat, reaching for the controls of the second microphone - which was to be Trovald's.

Where was his mic anyway? Well, Maria had hers on before he got in. He searched the sound booth quickly, but found nothing inside. The mics must have been moved by Erik - possibly given to the actors already? He stood up once again to glance at the stage, his chestnut eyes growing bright in delight as he spotted a bunch of lapel mics on the side of the stage. They were all off, but ready to go nonetheless. He bent down a bit, reaching for the little mic in the sound booth that would go through the speakers (this helped when Erik or Julius and he would need adjustments in the tech from the sound booth, he could speak back to them from there). He cleared his throat to speak but before he could push the button that would allow him to talk, a loud slap echoed through the auditorium.

His eyes widened at who had done it. Maria and Trovald, Trovald being the victim. His mouth gaped open. The two would usually bump heads about mostly everything but... did she really just smack him on the face?! Judging by how it literally caught everyone's attention and silenced the entire auditorium, it must have been pretty bad. He gulped as he watched her scold the late lead actor.

That was just really harsh. No one had the right to hit anyone! It made him feel all upset inside - probably because he didn't expect Maria, who was nothing but sweet and gorgeous and talented to him, to do such a thing. Especially after how he's been with her recently. He frowned as he watched her move back towards Noelle, who was on the piano, ❝ I think you can start your accompaniment now, ❞

He reached for the button and pushed it before speaking into the mic, his voice was a little shaky at the beginning, "Wh-whoaa, okay. Okay. Everyone just calm, um, down. Um.... c-can anyone get a mic on Trovald so we can get started. They're forward right on the stage, please don't forget to switch them on once it's on him. Noelle, you can start, I'll fix your mic's frequency from there."

Welcome back hooray c: