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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 03/17/2016 ⧉ DAY▹ 04 & 5/5​

MOOD▹ SHOCKED ⧉ LOCATION▹ HOME​

OOC▹✖ ⧉ INTERACTION▹OLIVER​

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❝Where can I put my bag and stuff? I take it I'll be sleeping on the couch? ❞

Pierce mashed her lips together and gestured towards the hallway. ❝ N - no. Um, you don't have to sleep o - on the couch again. The guest room is ah, down this way ... if you want to sleep there ... ❞ She cleared her throat and opened the door to the room that had been airing out the day before. It was probably the most normal room in the house -- uninvolved in her mother's Gothic decor. The walls were a pale blue with one picture window on the east side of the room. There was a plain looking queen - sized bed with white sheets and a beige dresser sat to the right of it on the wooden floor. ❝ You can - you can put your stuff here, ❞ she told him.

❝ Okay, thanks. Your house is bigger than I thought. ❞ said Oliver. He threw his bag onto the bed and turned back to her. ❝ It's nice. ❞

❝ Thanks. ❞ Her brown - eyed gaze drifted to the present sitting beside the backpack. Oliver definitely knew what day it was. She hadn't told him, so did that mean he wanted to get her a present? It wasn't just an obligation. Her heart fluttered and he seemed to catch onto her looking at it.

❝ Do you want your present now? ❞ he asked.

❝ O - oh, um. Sure. Thanks. This was ... really thoughtful. ❞ Pierce made sure not to say, 'you didn't have to get me anything if you didn't want to.' Oliver had told her repeatedly that he wouldn't do anything he didn't want to. He handed her the gift and she hesitated at first. Her eyes met his green ones and a spark surged through her at the contact. She looked down at the present in her hands and unwrapped the paper before opening the box. She read the card first and smiled up at him. It was nothing to fancy, but still sweet. After, she pulled out an adorable turtle stuffed animal -- reminding her of how Sheldon had died last year -- that she hugged to her chest for a minute. At first, Pierce figured that was all of it, then she realized there was something else in the box and pulled out a book entitled, Overcoming Traumas: Help for Rape Victims.

Pierce cocked a brow and looked up at Oliver in confusion. The description said it was a book dedicated to the testimonies of rape victims who overcame their crippling anxieties. Her forehead wrinkled and a perplexed look glued itself to her face as she skimmed through the pages. ❝ I don't - I don't understand ... Um, thank you? I think? ❞

❝ You're welcome. ... And, uh, I know it may be awkward to talk about but, ❞ he set his hand down on her shoulder in a reassuring manner, ❝ I'm here for you. ❞

Her face went blank and she lifted her gaze from the book up to Oliver. Was he serious? Did he honestly think that she -- that someone had -- her whole body seemed to alight with color as she went from peach to pink to crimson. ❝ B - b - b -b - b - b - but -- ❞ she stammered, ❝ -- I was never -- I've never ... ❞ So much for not stuttering as much. She was quite simply at a loss for words. Her right hand lifted from the book and covered Oliver's hand on her shoulder. ❝ I ... I ... ❞ Pierce turned away from him, a bit dazed, and seemed to drift out of the guest room. She made her way up to her bedroom to deposit the gifts. The turtle was set on her pillow, whilst the book was shoved deep within the bowels of the underside of the bed.

When she came back downstairs, Pierce awkwardly cleared her throat and entered the kitchen. The music in the living room was still playing and she threw the rock hard cupcakes into the trash. Oliver joined her in the kitchen and she opened the refrigerator to pull out the steaks and vegetables. ❝ I was um, going to start dinner ... if you're hungry? ❞

 

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When Seraphins had started opening up to him he just sat there and listen. What else was he suppose to do right now besides that anyway. Still the more he listen, the more he started to feel bad for her. There were plenty of things that she'd told him that he probably wasn't going to be able to understand any time soon, but still. ​

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"Your not bad, I've enjoyed spending time with you." Shane said when she'd finished speaking. ​

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"I-I used to write a bit... but that was a long time ago."

Normally in this situation he would've asked if she still had some of her old writings, but he'd rather not ask something like that considering how she's acting right now. When she asked if he was liking the county, he nodded. Even with the whole virus going around he found the few things that he's seen somewhat enjoyable. "Hopefully things will calm down soon." He'd preferred that sooner than later.

Seeing as how Estelle wasn't saying anything else at the moment, Leon took this chance to go back to his reading. He was tempted to ask if there was anything wrong, but decided to hold back on asking for right now and instead turned to the next page in his book.

 

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Alex had rushed back to the dorms. Walking to the main office, Alex began to ask about the room and its avalability. "Please tell me my room isn't taken. The name is Alex Taylor. I was supposed to come in last night."

"Why yes, no worries dear. We give everyone at least 72 hours before the cancellation. No worries." The man said.

"Thank you so much." A sigh of relief came from Alex as the concern was now gone. After locating all the luggage that was brought, Alex found the room in which to stay. it was a nice simple room. It would fit two comfortably, but being alone would be best for now.

Alex looked out of the window to see the sunset already set in motion. Within a few minutes, Alex was ready for bed. While lying there, "I hope Estelle see's the note I left before storming out. My cell phone number and room number were on it after all." Alex spoke before slowly drifting to sleep.

 

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"Your not bad, I've enjoyed spending time with you." ​

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Seraphina laughed a little bit, smiling lightly once more."Shane...I-" Seraphina blushed. She looked at the time. She didn't want him to go, there was so much she had to say... She sighed. "Oh my gosh!" She said. "Look at the time." Seraphina said. ​

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Seraphina stood at the doorway. She grinned, her face blushing red. The rest of the house was watching behind her, of course from the grand stairwells. Her parents smiled at him too. Soon they all went back to what they were doing. She looked back at her parents, and looked back at him. Then she stepped outside with him, closing the door. She could feel the hotness on her face. As her heart bet fast she moved closer to him. She lightly took him by the shoulders and kissed his cheek gently. She pulled away, though they were still close. "I'll see you tomorrow... if you'd like.." Seraphina looked at him, her cheeks still hot with a burning fire. ​

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"We were wrong about him Seraphina." Her mother said apologetically. "He's a nice boy, quiet, polite." Her father started to say. "And I heard the piano in the music room, he played beautifully." Mother smiled. "Thank you, Mother, Father." Seraphina smiled. "I shall retire to my chambers now." She said to them both. She went into her room, locking the door. She changed and then lied on her bed. She felt her cheeks. They were burning as her hand touched them. She stroked her finger on one of them lightly, before falling asleep.​

 

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They sat in silence for a few minutes. "I'm sorry, but I have to go." Estelle told Leon."Have a good nice." She told him. She saw a piece of paper on the table. She grabbed it, then going into her room. She changed, then lying down with the lamp. She turned her phone on. She looked at the piece of paper. She saw it had Alex's number on it. She texted her.​

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To: Alex​

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Hey, Alex. Lets hang out tomorrow. If you want to.. I mean. I wish you were here today. I was soo nervous in front of Leon. You should have saw me. The look he gave me was so bizarre. XD Mostly my fault though. Lol. I'd rather be talking to you. Anyway, have a good night.​

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Estelle finished her text. She laughed at her own text, then she lied down on her pillow. Alex gave her a good feeling, Kind of like the feeling that she had when she met Nat. Kind of an instant connection. She smiled. She could feel it. They were going to be such good friends. She laughed again, then slipping away into her dream.​

 

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Pierce seemed a bit confused with his gift but he shrugged it off and chalked it up to bashfulness. It would be hard to convince her to open up to him, but now that the invitation was out there that was all he could do. She got up and left and Oliver trailed after her, into the kitchen.

❝ I was um, going to start dinner ... if you're hungry? ❞

He remembered the burnt smell from earlier and smiled a bit.

"Yeah, sure ... I can help you make it." He offered, helping her gather the stuff and whatever else he assumed they would need. He didn't mind helping out and it would be awkward just sitting around waiting for dinner to be done.

 

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Once out with Alex, Natalie pretty much got strange looks all day. She was really dressed up for something so small. Everywhere they went, it was the same 'WTF' look from adults, kids her age, and little kids. She also had to eat very carefully, so she didn't spill anything on Estelle's dress.


After a while, they had nothing else to do. Natalie suggested they go see a movie, since that would kill a couple more hours. She DID want to get back to Estelle though, poor girl must have been dying with Leon there. Natalie figured she'd ask why Estelle had such a hard time with Leon later. He seemed nice, and Natalie did know that things happened to Estelle, but Leon was like a little pink mouse on Alex's shoulder: basically just there and a bit easy to frighten (at least in her eyes).


When they arrived at the theater, everyone was dressed like they just came from swimming or something. Natalie looked like a queen or a princess or some crap like that. She even noticed some girls staring, whispering, pointing at her, and giggling. Needless to say, she felt very uncomfortable and very un-Natalie. She had to get out of there, and quick.

"Um... Alex..." Natalie tugged at his sleeve, leaned into his ear, and then lowered her voice, "People are staring at me... Could I go save us seats in the theater or something?" She didn't wait for his answer, she just handed the usher her ticket.
"You look nice." he said.
"Oh... hehehe... thank you," Natalie said, blushing. He was friendly.
"Enjoy the show," he replied, handing her back her ticket stub.
Natalie said thank you, and hastily made her way to the top corner of the theater. It was in the very back, so no one would really see her.

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They sat together for a bit in a comfortable silence. The brunette happily tapped her shoes against the rock to a quiet melody she hummed. It was alright if, for now, they left it at that. It was hard for Feall to ... talk about his feelings in such a way, and Ava was almost afraid of travelling down that road with him too soon. She wanted him to confess, she really did but ... was now the right time? She felt like somehow she had pressured him to talk about it or maybe coming to such a secluded place alone made him feel obligated to bring it up.

（ So why did you get it...Cupid's Brew, I mean ）

Ava frowned and turned to look at him, her cheeks flooding with warmth.

（ How did you know about that?! ） She asked with wide eyes.

（ I saw you looking at it the day you got it, you'd left your door half open. I was coming to talk to you, but I kind of freaked out a bit... ）

She nudged his shoulder with hers, being sure not to use too much force and knock him down into the creek as hilarious as that would have been.

（ You really shouldn't spy on people, you know. Well ... I was just curious about it, I guess. It popped up as an ad and they were selling it as if it were a legit product so I wanted to see what it was all about. ） It was only a half lie. She couldn't be too embarrassed, though, considering. （ ... What about you? I answered the door when the package came for you and it was the same size and label as mine so I figure ... ）

Feall's eyes widened.

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Ava brought her legs up and rested her chin on her knees quietly, playing with the fabric of her dress and she mulled over what to do. Finally, she straightened up and stretched her legs out, turning to Feall after with a playful expression.

（ We should use it! ... Like, on each other. Just for fun, you know ... It's not like it'll actually work, and if it does ... ） She bit down on her bottom lip and shrugged, looking away. Feall shifted at her side.

（ I-if it does? Would you...be okay with that? I don't expect it to work but...I mean, if it does. ）

Ava smiled and nodded.（ I would. ）

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The conversation drifted a bit and they decided that they would - maybe - try it tomorrow. Feall took them home and they had dinner with his family before getting ready for bed.

As usual, they called each other and talked a bit about their day at the park before saying good night and drifting off to sleep.

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Evan had arrived at Professor's place and saw that Boss Man Erik was there alongside Cherry Red. Man this was going to be one hell of a time. Like there was no way this wasn't gonna be fun in some way shape or form. And even better yet, Professor even had some skittles vodka. He hadn't even taken a sip of it yet but he could just see the colors being all vibrant across it. He grabbed it enthusiastically though had to wait until the gang was all ready and had their drinks as well. When everything was all sat they sat down together and Evan started to drink up his colorful beverage. Hot damn that was something great. Oh and how he wanted much much more of it.

The gang had spent some time just going through with small talk and um, they were doing other things, pretty sure. The world started to spin in a reverse direction somewhere after his seventy-second drink...wait that number sounded a bit much. Ah who cared, it was talky time with the bros from for-tissi-mo. "So ... story time." He clapped his hands together. "Who wants to go first?"


Evan raised his hand and started swaying back and forth, simply losing his balance by doing this. "I-I got this guys, I am game. I am ready. There could not be aman more ready to...uuhhh,"Evan looked to the ceiling for his answers for he had totally forgotten what he was even volunteering for. His gaze eventually fell back to the group and clapping his hands together he said, "ri-right, storytimes. Alrighttttyyyy then.

"So this is a story that happened wayyyy in the past. Like back before the time I became a college kid or something. Like seventeen years old. Anyway, me and my old time pal bud, Jason Baker, we were like going around town one night. Being the young and really awesome young kids that we were, we went to like this party thing that was being held. Well we're just enjoying our time there socializing, getting hammered, ya know the things ya do when you're seventeen. So people start to leave the place and it ends up being only me, Jason and the guy who hosted it, Marshall, left at the place. Me and Jason left Marshall for a bit and then heard this like really loud banging noise that happened through the house. So in our totally smashed stupor we run ourselves over to Marshall and he's just like, lying on the ground with some sort of red shit over his heart area. So Jason my boy, he starts flipping out. We basically thought that he was just like shot or something like that. So we're just standing over this dead body not really knowing what to do. But we were pretty sure the police were coming over to the house, I don't really remember why but I know they were coming. So we start pacing all over the place trying to frantically come up with ideas so it doesn't look like we murdered a guy. We were almost positive it'd be pinned on us, so eventually we figured that our best idea was to go hide the body. So taking a really long as tripwith the two of us hoisting him through town, we eventually got to the park, which we figured was totally discreet, and we just sort of left him there by a tree.We threw a few twigs and leaves over him and thought that was basically enough to keep him covered and buried. Job well done we start our way back to our respective places until Marshall, he just stands the fuck up and starts moaning and groaning. Jason starts panicking and shouting about a zombie apocalypse incoming and nearly bolted from there before Marshall spoke up. Turns out the banging noise was just a champagne bottleopening. Turns out that red shit was actually a part of the shirt's design. Turns out the reason he was out coldon the ground, was because he passed out from being drunk. So inthe end, he was never even dead to begin with. Welaughed about the whole thing, don't even think he questioned why we were at the park, and then we all justsort ofcollapsed there and slept for the night and most of the day there."Evan smiled fondly back at that memory. Good times good times...

 

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For the most art Alex had pretty much just walked around with Natalie on their date. During which he notice some people looking their way, but didn't quite know if they were looking at him or Natalie so he chose to ignore it. In the end they decided to head to the movie theater to kill some time. While they handing their tickets to the usher, Natalie whispered to him. ​

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"People are staring at me... Could I go save us seats in the theater or something​

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That explain the earlier looks that he noticed, though he didn't get to answer since she'd already left right after handing in their tickets. While he didn't move as quickly as Natalie did, he still headed into the theater and managed to find her sitting in the back. Clearly she didn't what anyone else to see her. So making his way thorough he aisle, he took a seat next to her.​

Not too long after arriving home Shane found that his parents were out for the night. Good, saved him the trouble of answering their questions for the moment. So he headed towards the bathroom, showered and went to sleep.

Elswhere, Nathan had looked up somethings for an idea he wanted to try out tomorrow. he would've tried to do it today, but there wasn't enough time so instead he showered with the idea still in his mind as he went to sleep.

 

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Julius began to laugh as he placed down his empty glass and listen to Evan finish up his little story. Grabbing the kid, Julius let out a loud hearty laughter as he held Even in a headlock "weeeeeeeell that why we've got alcohol age limits kiddo, kids do the most retarded shit when their drunk, hell I don't even know if you know what the hell your saying...though sometimes I don't know if you even know what the hell your saying all the time" Julius said happily as he let go of the boy and poured himself another glass.

"Hmm, now who next?...ah what the hell, might as well say something" Julius said ad he leaned back against the chair. It took a great deal of alcohol to affect Julius, but right now he could tell he was affected a great deal. "So there was this one time my body was fucked up...not as fucked up as when I was in the car accident a few days, but fucked up pretty bad...so anyways I was sent to this hospital and this nurse was assigned to look after me...to put it shortly this woman was a psychopath...." Julius said with a chuckle that soon quieted down the moment he recalled this so call nurse and placed his hands on his head.

"This woman...that woman....that devil woman" Julius said as he looked down with his eyes widened with fear at the thought. Why the hell did he even think about this woman, it was surely the alcohol's doing, he couldn't stop the story now...he had to continue. "s-so anyways this woman...she was assigned to look after me and she....grew attached to me....not your normal actual crush....it was some next fucking Yandere shit up in that hospital. She began to fucking feel up my body and shit when it came to tending to my wounds and she would call me stuff like Juli-kins and shit..." Julius said shaking his head. "Once she pushed a wheelchair down the stairs...WITH ME ON IT! SHE DID IT TO GET ME TO STAY LONGER IN THAT FUCKING HOSPITAL" Julius said covering his face."and the worst part is even after I got out of that hell hole....I saw her in different fucking hospitals...she kept on telling me that she was able to switch hospitals...." Julius said

"I don't know how the hell I managed to get away from her now but I ain't complaining" Julius said pouring himself another shot and gulping it down instantly. "maaaaan women are such trouble....never been in a relationship though.." Julius said resting his head back as he stared at the ceiling "Ahh but then again I'd like to one day...settle down with a woman...have some kiddos of my own and stuff....Always thought of naming my daughter Heidi....dunno why but its a very special name to me...it warms my heart for some reason" Julius said with a small smile as he continued to stare at the ceiling without a care in the world. Closing his eyes Julius let out a chuckle as he grabbed his glass again and poured himself another glass "but enough about me, your up Erik...don't wuss out on us now" Julius said.

 

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 03/17/2016 ⧉ DAY▹ 04 & 5/5​

MOOD▹ SHOCKED ⧉ LOCATION▹ HOME​

OOC▹✖ ⧉ INTERACTION▹OLIVER​

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❝ Yeah, sure ... I can help you make it. ❞ He offered, helping her gather the stuff. With Oliver's help, dinner didn't turn out anything like the cupcakes did -- mostly because there was constantly someone watching the stove. That definitely seemed to help the situation. It was nice cooking with him and she was eventually able to get over the awkwardness of that gift. She would need to explain to him that she was not in fact a victim of rape. Pierce had never even had sex or done much of anything else for that matter ...​

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They ate in the living room and she shut off the music to put in a movie. She let the sounds of the television fill the void while they ate. It wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of nice -- normalcy, that's how it felt. This was a slice of normalcy. Pierce appreciated it as she chewed her food. When she was done, she slid the plate away and leaned back into the couch. She glanced over at Oliver and blushed. The book was still on her mind and she wanted to clear up that huuuuuuuuge misunderstanding. Where could he have possibly gotten the idea that she was a rape victim of all things?​

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❝ Um, Oliver, ❞ she started sheepishly, ❝ I'm not ah ... I've never um ... ❞ This was incredibly awkward. Pierce lifted her legs up onto the couch and tucked them under lap. She picked up the remote and lowered the volume on the movie. Pierce took a deep breath and looked him directly in the eyes. This was serious business that required full attention. ❝ I wasn't ... I wasn't raped. I don't - I don't ah, know where you um ... got that from, but it's not true. I've never even ... I mean I've ... um ... ❞ She swallowed nervously.​

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Oliver began to shift back and forth in his spot on the couch and Pierce could have swore she saw the faintest of coloring to his cheeks. Was he embarrassed? ❝ Oh ... Oh. Well, I just thought, considering you're so ... uh. Uncomfortable, sometimes. But. Um. Sorry. ❞ he apologized.​

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He thought that her crippling shyness was because of rape?! ❝ No! ❞ she announced a little too loudly. ❝ I mean, ❞ she back - peddled, ❝ I just ... I've never been raped and I've never really stopped to think about why I'm like this, b - but, I'll still read the book! ❞ Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and her brown eyes searched his green ones. What was he thinking?​

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❝ Heh, well ... I hope it can be of some help, regardless. ❞ he told her.​

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She nodded and turned the volume back up and slid her legs off the couch. ❝ I'll just, take care of the dishes real quick ... ❞ She grabbed their plates and hurried off into the kitchen for a breather. Pierce seriously needed a minute to herself after that. It was just all so incredibly ridiculous. She set the plates in the sink and rinsed them off quickly before drying her hands on a rag nearby. Pierce walked slowly back to the living room. The lights were dimmed because of the movie. She gave Oliver a half wave and headed for the spot on the couch where she had been seated before.

Unfortunately, her foot caught on the rug and she was propelled forwards. Pierce threw her hands out to catch herself and landed awkwardly in Oliver's lap. A small shriek escaped her. She glanced up at him, red in the face, and then her eyes slowly trailed down his body to where her right hand rested. Brown eyes were wide with panic.

Pierce was frozen with shock and she couldn't seem to move her body. Her heart was hammering so loud in her chest she was sure he could hear it. The blood pounded in her ears and her body felt like it was on fire. Dizzily, she pulled her hand away and sat in a frozen block on the floor in front of him. ❝ I -- I um ... um ... ❞ Her throat was dry and she couldn't seem to formulate any words. Her mind was a frenzied mess. Pierce stared up at his green eyes in terror. This was bad. This was so very, very bad. She swallowed. Breathing was difficult. Her cheeks were flaming. ❝ Ah ... ❞ still no sound.

SAY SOMETHING. ANYTHING! Her mind was screaming. She felt like she might pass out. Why did she have to be so dysfunctional all the time? Her lips seemed to be moving, but she couldn't form any words. ❝ Oliver, ❞ she squeaked out, ❝ I - I'm sorry. That was ... a - accident ... I ... sit ... you ... b - beside ... rug! ❞ She scrambled to her feet and jumped into the corner of the couch, curling up into an awkward ball. This was a nightmare.

 

thankfully richie was already in bed because he was beginning to feel tired. he yawned, a dull glaze forming over his eyes as he stared blankly at the teli screen. he didn't even know what he was watching anymore... he didn't really care anyway. his eyes began to feel more and more heavy as each second passed. quickly locating the remote in the dark, he grabbed it and instinctively knew what button to press to silence the noisy screen. now that his room was silent, the boy could concentrate on his own thoughts.

TWERK TWERK TWERK TWERK

the first thing that came to mind was the nonexistent drama club meeting. he was disappointed, of course, but something else was bothering him yet he couldn't quite isolate it. after a couple minutes of hardcorr recollection, the blonde finally realized what was eating away at him: he told elisa and ryder about the meeting! he groaned, the sound reverberating off the walls. elisa was most likely pretty upset, not only with the never-to-be meeting, but also with richie! after all, he was the one who told them about it in the first place? would ryder assume that his twin would send a fake message to both of them just out of revenge and spite? what if he passed the ludacris idea onto elisa... and she believed him? oh no oh no oh no!!

pacing his breathing to a more rhythmic and slower tempo, the boy allowed himself to finally fall asleep. he could patch things up with elisa and ryder tomorrow, maybe. hopefully everything would work out and both of them would believe it was all a misunderstanding. if he cared enough, ryder might put up a little fight, but richie knew elisa would understand...

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◀ ☼ ✎ ♫ ✐ DAY⦂ 04 & 5/5▶​

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" AND SO IT BEGINS... "​

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Erik listened to first Evan then Julius tell their stories. These were pretty damn interesting if he did say so himself, and he did. Julius chuckled and grabbed his glass to pour himself another drink. Their eyes met and it pretty much meant that he had no choice but to go next. Oh well. "But enough about me, you're up Erik...don't wuss out on us now."​

He scoffed and took a drink, only to realize his cup was empty. Erik started to pour himself a new one as he spoke, "Right, all right. Lemme see ... Oh! Tuck here is the only one that knows about my fam, right?" He pointed his thumb at the redhead and sloshed his drink around. "That's what I thought. So you see, my family's a lil bit weird and they live out of state. They moved back home after I graduated school. One night, while I was still a big bad senior and Tuck here was a Sophomore," he clasped Tucker on the back, "we decided we would go out in the middle of the night -- er, well, I decided we would go out in the middle of the night. Tuck's too good for shenanigans. Hah. Shenanigans is such a fun word. Anyway, we didn't really do much, just chilled at the park and walked around some, but it was like three in the morning when we got back. We sneaked in through my window which I had left cracked open, and low and behold, was my mother sitting on my bed."​

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Erik took a swig off his drink and eyed Tucker, who knew exactly how this story would end. "So she's sitting there with this big ol' bucket in her lap and I'm all, 'Ma, what're you doing?' She turns to me and is like, 'Erik, maybe next time you'll think,' and just hurls two gallons of water at the both of us. No context. Just water for no reason. No grounding or sending Tuck home or anything. Just dumps water on us and walks out the bedroom door. Suffice to say, after a moment of awkwardness, all we could do was laugh at my mother's ridiculous punishment." He nodded at Tucker who cracked a smile, then they all burst into a fit of drunken laughter.​

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A few hours later when they were all too hammered to go anywhere, Erik found himself a spot in the reclining chair to curl up for the night. He grabbed a thin blanket that had been hanging off the back of the chair and draped it over himself. None of them were fit for driving anywhere. Even if Tucker had planned to meet up with Freya at some point in time tonight, that was no longer happening. Erik gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and yawned. This would make for a pretty killer hangover in the morning. Ah well, he would deal with it then. He yawned once more before completely passing out in the chair in a drunk induced slumber.​

 

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Things were going just fine and he was totally immersed in the movie they were watching until Pierce shrieked.

❝Ack ...!❞ His eyebrows furrowed in a scowl and his eyes found Pierce's. She had fallen. They stared at each other for a bit and he tilted his head to the side, wondering what was taking her so long to get up.

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What the shit - why is this turning me on?

She was ... Her hand was. Oh.

❝ I -- I um ... um ... Ah ...❞

❝...❞

❝Oliver, I - I'm sorry. That was ... a - accident ... I ... sit ... you ... b - beside ... rug!❞ She buried her face in her arms and her hair fell down over her face, curled up in the corner of the couch.

Oh no, no, no.

Oliver's green eyes rested on her and then darted back towards the TV. With the darkness, there was literally nothing to distract him but the movie. He wrung his hands together and bit down on his bottom lip in thought.

... Pierce had some issues. She really was ridiculously clumsy. She stuttered too much and she was so deeply embedded in her extreme shyness that it almost seemed like no matter what amount of effort he did or did not put into their friendship, there would be no progress. Their conversations were forced, uncomfortable and awkward. She was too concerned with what he -- probably 'everyone' -- thought of her to be easily true to her feelings.

Oliver slid closer to her, on the couch. His fingers raked through his reddish blonde strands of hair and he breathed out anxiously.

Pierce was also a hard worker. He helped out, but she definitely carried most of the work in the box office. From what he knew and could gather, she had good intentions. She had a good heart. She was also resilient, despite herself. No matter how awkward things got, she kept texting him. They spent time together, no matter how hard it probably was for her. She was trying. She wasn't the greatest -- but she was trying. He wasn't worth all of the effort she was putting herself through. He was selfish and impatient. Not to mention avoidant, especially with the Sophie thing ... Maybe once she figured that out ...

❝Hey,❞

On top of everything, Pierce was also gorgeous ... On top of everything, he really wanted to kiss her. And it was her birthday. She shouldn't feel so terrible on her birthday.

His fingers reached out to brush away the fallen strands of hair, his thumb grazing the curve of her right cheek. She was staring up at him in terror. His chest felt tight and his heart was reacting to their closeness in a way he had never felt it react before. He really didn't like how Pierce made him feel things he hadn't ever felt before. Sometimes he couldn't tell if his body was about to give out and die on him or if he was about to be granted incredible powers and transform into a superhuman.

The life of an online dater.

❝Look at me.❞

Oliver moved closer and lifted her chin further. Their eyes met and he smiled at the red in her face. So shy! It was forward of him, but he couldn't help himself. Her legs were in the way, so he parted them, and fit himself in between, her back against one of the arms of the couch. Their noses bumped together. He could feel the heat radiating off of her skin and onto his. He wondered if she could hear -- no, feel his heartbeat the way he could feel hers. It took a huge amount of control to keep his breathing from turning into heaves, but he managed somehow. Their lips were almost touching, and just as he was about to crush them together ...

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Without thinking, he had closed the space between them. His hands rested on her shoulders, and his knees occupied the space between her thighs. He could feel her shaky breath on his face, and his fingertips trailed down her arms to grip her hands tightly. Their lips crashed together roughly, and he tasted her mouth on his. Bubblegum peppermint, from an earlier piece of gum, and cherries. They stayed like that, until he felt a whimper vibrate against his tongue and drew back with a husky sigh.

It was dim in the living room, but the flashing screen of the silent movie still playing was enough to illuminate the tears on her face. Grace stared up at him, almost in shock. It made him feel instantly crummy and he pulled away to his side of the couch. His tongue ran over his lips absently and he glanced at her again. Her tears had turned into a full blown sobbing session, and he desperately wanted to shrink into nothingness. Why was she crying? He was right, wasn't he? Wasn't he ... ?

❝Y-you're terrible.❞

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Present​

He froze, sitting there between her legs. He didn't want Pierce to hate him ... but ... she wasn't pushing him away. She didn't look terrified. He felt so conflicted! ... No. He wanted this, and if she wanted him gone after then he would leave. But he had let her down before and left her alone when she needed him most. Not tonight. He wasn't running away again.

He stroked her cheek gently again, leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly against hers.
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This was the right choice, all the laughs they share was worth it and even though the next day was going to be intense hell it was totally worth it. With time passing by so quickly fatigue managed to build up for the man and he began to yawn as the alcohol began to take its final hit. Nobody was getting out of the house that was for sure. Julius was more than ready to kick the asses of whoever dared to even get outside in such a state. Leaning back on the couch he sat upon, Julius eyes shut as he drifted off to sleep.

 

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 03/17/2016 ⧉ DAY▹ 04 & 5/5​

MOOD▹ !!! ⧉ LOCATION▹ HOME​

OOC▹✖ ⧉ INTERACTION▹OLIVER​

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There was a rustling on the couch and Pierce glanced up through her bangs to see Oliver sliding closer to her. She watched as he ran his fingers through his strawberry blond locks and her heart seemed to leap in her chest. He was getting so close. ❝ Hey, ❞ his voice was low and soft. She forced chocolate eyes to lift from her arm to his green ones. Those beautiful green eyes that she always feared getting lost in, ever since they started working in the box office together. His fingers reached out to brush away the fallen strands of hair, his thumb grazing the curve of her right cheek. Everywhere he touched felt like fire and a shiver ran down her spine. She was staring up at him in terror. Pierce was a deer caught in headlights. Oliver was so close to her. They had been close before, like after Sophie died and he held her, but not like this. This was a whole new level of close that left her in a perpetual state of shock. She couldn't move, she could barely breathe. Her breath was caught in her throat. She was currently lacking the ability to exhale as her heart raced faster and faster. ❝ Look at me. ❞​

She did. Pierce lifted her chin. Oliver moved closer and lifted her chin further. His face was so close to hers. She could practically feel his warm breath on her skin. It sent goosebumps down her back, but it felt good. This was a good kind of scary. This was what she wanted, right? And it didn't even take some sort of silly potion. For a fleeting moment, she regretted ordering it, but Cupid's Brew was really the last thing on her mind. Their eyes met and he smiled down at her. Pierce could feel her cheeks burn more intensely from that smile. It was like her whole world was popping into color. Eighteen years she waited for this moment and the only thing more terrifying than it finally happening, was the possibility of it ending before it began. He parted her legs, and fit himself in between, her back against one of the arms of the couch. Their noses bumped together. She could feel the heat radiating between them. Everything was far more intense than she ever pictured. All of her sense were on high alert and every nerve in her body was screaming for more of Oliver's touch.​

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Pierce couldn't handle it. The longing was unbearable. Their lips were almost touching when he seemed to stall for a moment. She didn't take her eyes off him. There seemed to be some sort of conflict raging within him. This was it. She braced herself for the disappointment that was his rejection. She cared about their friendship and feared his rejection would change the dynamic of it. It was hard for her to make friends. She didn't want to lose another one. He sat there frozen between her legs. She wanted to rip her gaze away and look at anything else, but Oliver's eyes were just so intense that she didn't dare break their connection. There was a fluttering in her stomach and this all had her feeling a little queasy. His hesitation lasted for too long. She didn't appear terrified anymore, even though she felt it. Her look was that of wanting. She wanted him to kiss her more than anything in the world at that moment. If he didn't ...​

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He stroked her cheek gently again, leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly against hers.

Pierce shut her eyes and fumbled with her hands to grab onto him. She had never had more than a simple peck on the lips before. This was more than that, so much more. She feared that she might mess something up or not be good at it. Oliver had probably kissed tons of girls by now. He had experience. It made her feel insignificant. She sighed dreamily against his lips. She couldn't think about it. As long as she shut down her brain of self - loathing, it would be okay. Pierce wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened this kiss. She felt bold like this and even so dared to part his mouth with her tongue. Was she doing it right? French kissing? What was supposed to be French about it?

She let her fingers get tangled up in his short blond locks. This feeling of being pressed between the couch and his body was like Heaven. When they broke apart she was breathing heavily. Pierce cleared her now dry throat and unhooked her fingers to reach for a can of soda on the coffee table. She suddenly could not make eye contact with Oliver anymore. Her heart wouldn't calm down and her face was still blazing. She took a drink and set down the can. Pierce slapped her hands against her face and cleared her throat once more.

❝ That ... ❞ She lifted her gaze to him and a bright dorky smile seemed to tug at the corners of her mouth. A small giggle escaped her and she timidly reached for Oliver's left hand. ❝ I liked that ... a lot. ❞ Pierce pressed her lips together. It was now or never, right? ❝ Oli - Oliver, there's ... there's something I want to tell you. ❞ She took a deep breath to try and steady her breathing. ❝ I really like you, a lot. ❞

Oliver laughed nervously. ❝ I liked it, too. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like you too, Pierce ... ❞ A conflicted look crossed his face and she bit down on her lip. Did she say something wrong? ❝ Is it okay if we leave it at that, for now? ❞ She felt hurt as he planted a small kiss on her forehead.

She nodded her head and blinked back the sudden desire to cry. ❝ Ye - yeah, ❞ her voice cracked, ❝ Sure, no problem. ❞ Pierce untangled herself from Oliver and rotated on the couch to face the television screen. There wasn't much left of the movie and she watched it in silence. When it was over, she got up to put another in and sat back down with some distance between Oliver and herself. By the time the opening credits ended, her heart rate had returned to normal, along with her breathing. Her body no longer felt like it was on fire, but there was a craving that yearned for the closeness that had been between them a little bit ago. He said he liked it too, but that apparently wasn't enough.

They made some more chit chat throughout the next moving, but not as much as before. At some point in time, Pierce had fallen asleep while they watched it. Her chin was propped up by the heel of her palm and her elbow rested on the armrest. She was curled up into that corner of the couch as the movie came to a close. It seemed like whenever she tried to watch movies at night, she was bound to fall asleep during them.

 

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Pierce didn't seem to take it too well, but now wasn't the time to explain the situation with Mary. He sighed and let things play out they way they were, turning off the TV and finding a blanket for them to share on the couch when Pierce fell asleep. He went to bed, too.

 

I was kicked off the computer so yeah, here this post

After the movie, Natalie was dropped off at the flower shop by Alex. She thanked him with a long hug and a kiss to the cheek. It had been really awkward because everyone stared at her dress and how fancy she looked. Even then, they had fun. Natalie hated coming back so late, especially because she didn't wanna wake anyone, but she knew Estelle wouldn't mind, even if she was asleep. As long as Natalie was happy, she would be too. Natalie crawled into bed after taking off the clip and the dress. Yes, she wasn't wearing anything but underwear, but she was tired, so she didn't care.

Bianca stayed with her sister all day, never letting her out of her sight. When Whitney's Narcolepsy kicked in, she carried her to bed, and then crawled into her own, attempting to sleep.

 

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It was another early morning. The sun had barely risen and the sunrise was just beautiful. Alex awoke and looked around the new room. It was barely decorated at all. Without much to begin with, it would be a slow process to get it looking nice. Alex's cell phone had a message. It was from Estelle. "Good. She found it. I was a little late to reply but I'll just have to do it now."

To: Estelle​

From: Alex​

Sorry for not responding so suddenly. I got in my room and my eyes refused to let me stay awake any longer. Haha, Leon didn't seem that scary to me. I probably would have been the exact way though.​

By the way, I'm heading out to shop for my new room. We can meet up if you like. I'll meet you at that coffee shop. I'm going to head off right after I get dressed. Hope to see you~​

Alex put the phone down and prepared for the day ahead. First was some school supplies. After that some sort of relaxing furniture was needed. Finally groceries. Thankfully Alex's parents supplied a decent amount of money for these things. Alex hoped there was enough leftover for some fun spending. Grabbing the key, Alex headed out, locked the door, and ran off to the coffee shop.

Alex had arrived and sat down. It was quiet like Estelle had previously said. Not many people were out, but it was early morning so it wasn't completely insane. A waitress came up and asked for an order. "No thankyou. I am waiting for someone to come. I will wait for them. Its only polite that way." Alex stated. The waitress then left and continued to watch to see if anyone would come in to sit with Alex.