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✧ location: duvont home [ richie's bedroom ] ✧ mood: tired ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: n / a ✧​

Richie laid on his bed, wiggling himself under the covers until he felt snug. He let the warmth of the covers soak into his body, and after a few minutes the boy felt nice and toasty. He started at the ceiling, allowing its emptiness to let the blonde reflect on the day he'd had with his twin and best friend.

Ryder seemed to have the least amount of fun, honestly, even though it was his idea to go. Was it because Elisa attempted one too many times to try an snap a photo of him? Or maybe he himself was the problem; he knew his twin didn't enjoy his company, and despite that, he still attempted to strike up a conversation or two. All Ryder seemed to care about was... how did he put it? Shred... carve up the slope? Eh, it sounded close enough to something his brother would most likely say. Even though Ryder didn't exactly treat him the best during their time at Jeffer Hill, Richie still found a reason to smile about their experience together.

His sleepy mind soon thought about his and Elisa's time together. His lethargic smile became a more lively and genuine one. As usual, his best friend brought her trusty camera and captured so many lovely moments. She must be quite the skilled photographer because she even managed to get some photos of the elusive Ryder Duvont... Richie giggled. One thought that was permanently seared into the boy's mind was the term The Golden Trio. Elisa, of course, pitched the name and he absolutely adored it. Whenever the three of them would be together in the future, he would definitely use the playful term excessively.

After the trio returned home, Ryder abandoned him and Elisa for his silly shooter games. With a negative presence gone, the duo's moods brightened up and they rushed to Richie's room. He remembered watching videos and editing a few of their own, including the one of their Jeffer Hill adventures. The time seemed the fly by, because the next thing the blonde knew, Elisa was kissing him goodbye. That was probably the most upsetting part of the boy's day... saying goodbye to his best friend was always hard for him. But at least he'd see her tomorrow most likely, right?

Richie's eyes began to feel heavier with each passing second. He yawned and snuggled under the covers more, curling into a ball. Before he knew it, he was immersed in a peaceful slumber.

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judy <333

Spoiler: only interesting things i've done this summer orz

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✧ location: ryder's car ✧ mood: okay ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: n / a ✧​

Ryder's tone and attitude on the ride home were to be expected, especially since he was most likely peeled away from one of those silly shooters by Mama Duvont. Richie turning down his fave music probably didn't help the situation either. His brother asked Elisa if she would be staying over, to which she replied with a nod and pulled out her phone. He smiled slightly.

"You look terrible." His twin turned to him, speaking bluntly. Richie couldn't help but chuckle. He was tempted to utter a snarky remark involving the effects of alcohol, but he ultimately kept it to himself. Obviously, Ryder wasn't in the best of moods, and the blonde had done enough damage as it was. Besides, when his twin lost his temper, things got... really ugly.

His brother made a left at the light, and the trio were almost to the Duvont home. He offered his best friend an invitation to go snowboarding with him on Jeffer Hill later today, failing to extend the gesture to his own brother. He sighed despondently and looked back at Elisa. She hesitated for a moment, then accepted the invite. Richie looked to his twin.

"Is it alright if I come to? I don't want to be stuck in the house all alone with Mom and Ariella, especially after the night I've had." He laughed quietly. "Besides, Mom is going to be upset with me and I don't want to experience that all day."

okay good i'm glad lol

...that's kind of hot?

lol @ your status

hey girl heeeeeeeeey

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✧ location: bennett home [ guest room // dining room ]✧ mood: hungover ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: quentin ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: n / a ✧​

"Would have been better if you slept with me!" Richie giggled at his best friend's attempt at a guilt trip. Between the duo, she was infamous for it. When she pouted, he returned the gesture with an even more exaggerated one. He couldn't hold the face though and immediately began to giggle, covering his mouth to reduce its obnoxious volume. She continued, ...Just kidding, I slept well. Thank you!" The boy nodded his head at his turquoise-haired friend and took a bite of food.

Richie felt Elisa's eyes burn on his skin, like she was intensely examining him. He chuckled, "Is something the ma-"

"So who did you sleep with?"

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Richie felt his cheeks burn and his face flush an unhealthy shade of red. Gosh she was good! Well, it's to be expected when you're friends with someone for so long. A sly smile crept onto his face as he began to purposely stammer, attempting to give off an embarrassed and flustered air. "I-it wa-wasn't a-anyone tha...that yo-ou know t-too w-w-well... b-but i-if I'm ho-honest... it's..." He gulped and deeply stared into Elisa's eyes.

"Que-"

bzzt. bzzt. bzzt.

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Text from Ryder:​

hurry up!​

i'm outside.​

does elisa need a ride 2?​

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"Oh, look who it is Elisa! It's Ryder! I guess my answer will have to wait, huh? Because he seems to be quite in a rush!" Richie spoke in a slightly mocking [ but playful ofc ] tone, then puffed his cheeks at the girl. He took a few more bites of his food [ which he found to be extremely delicious ] and took Elisa's hand. He led her to the doorway, then turned around and politely said with a sincere smile, "Thanks for letting us stay over Sophie! Your house is very beautiful, and the party was super fun! Thank you again!"

Richie led his best friend outside. Ryder was jamming out to some type of music the boy didn't enjoy very much [ since it was so loud ], but he waved at him nonetheless. He opened the door and gestured for Elisa to sit in the back. She complied and Richie moved to his seat in the front. Turning the music down quite a bit, he said, "Thanks Ryder! Let's go, I'm kinda tired and I'm sure Elisa is too."

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✧ location: bennett home [ guest room // dining room ]✧ mood: hungover ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: quentin ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: n / a ✧​

Richie awoke to the gentle rhythm of a beating heart. Blinking a few times, the handsome figure of Quentin became much clearer... he looked so peaceful as he slept. It was moments like this where the boy felt a little sad that he wouldn't have the pleasure of waking up to someone like this everyday in such a manner. Quentin's warm chest... his slightly messy brown hair... the peaceful silence that lingered in the room... Richie never wanted to leave his side.

A subtle growl echoed across the room, breaking the wonderful silence. He looked over Quentin's rising and falling chest and read the time on the analog clock: 10:22. Mmm, what a perfect time to wake up... at least it would be if the boy wasn't exhausted and slightly hungover. With a depressing groan and whimper, Richie forced himself off of Quentin and out of bed. As he stood and stretched, his eyes couldn't help but wander back to the brunet's sleeping frame. He smiled gently and kissed his forehead, whispering a sugary, "Thanks for everything..."

Luckily, he found a lone notepad and pen in one of the nightstand drawers. The blonde simply wrote down his number with a heart as the finishing touch. He placed the note on Quentin's chest, where he had been resting comfortably just moments prior. Replacing the pen and pad, Richie then begrudgingly exited the room and headed down the stairs.

The boy first made his way to the kitchen and noticed that... no one was in there? Hm... he heard faint voices from a room nearby and, figuring that's where everyone was gathered, entered. He immediately spotted Elisa among those seated, and took the seat next to her. Richie smiled at her and gave her a short hug, then greeted the crowd with a sweet and quiet, "Good morning." He turned his head back to his best friend and asked her, in almost a whisper, "How did you sleep?"