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Maria said goodbye to everyone as they filed out. There had actually been more people there than she anticipated which was nice. As Ryder and Elisa drove off, she was left alone with Tucker in her parent's home. Maria made her way around the island and began to clean up the food sitting out. He cleared his throat. She looked up at him to see his hand stuffed in his pocket. He looked over at her with a smile before he looked down at his watch, ❝ I should probably get going too, it's getting late. ❞ he muttered. His chestnut eyes looked up at the blonde girl, ❝ My clothes should be good now, right? ❞​

❝ Oh, yeah. I'll go get those. ❞ There was a heavy weight on her shoulders knowing that he was leaving. She walked back to the laundry room and opened the dryer door. Maria pulled Tucker's clothes out. They were in fact dry and still warm from the machine. She smiled sadly down at them, hugging the clothes close to her body as she walked back. If only there was something she could do to make this last longer but she was already pushing him too much. She sort of wanted to cry, but she wouldn't show it, not again.​

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Maria walked back into the kitchen and held out his clothes. ❝ Here. They're dry now. Don't worry about getting those back to me right away or even at all. ❞ She gestured towards the clothes Tucker was wearing. ❝ They're Stephan's old clothes and he doesn't wear them anymore. ❞ Her blue eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. He was wanting to leave. Right. He wanted to leave. He wouldn't leave if there was something more going on between them, but there wasn't.​

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She pulled her glasses off her face and set them down on the counter, sighing heavily. Maria bit her lip and glanced up at the clock again. Well, at least it was almost time. One more time. She stepped closer to Tucker, but keeping a small amount of space between them. It was so hard to keep all this distance when she just wanted to press herself up against him. She was still chewing on her lip while she watched the hands on the clock move with the time. Her blue eyes shifted back to his chestnut ones briefly. Maria's heels gave her the height she needed. He was only about two inches taller than her this way. She watched as the hands lined up on the clock at the top. ❝ Happy New Year, ❞ she told him. ❝ Tucker, ❞ she started softly, ❝ Will you be my New Year's kiss? ❞ She tapped her smiling lips, but there was something deeper and more hidden in her eyes.​

✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/31/2015 ❖ Day: 11 & 4/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Anxious ❖ Interaction: Tucker ❖ Location: Family Home ✜​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: Party ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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Zoey stumbled in Freddie's house, really not feeling good. She didn't care how messy the house ways, she just wanted to crash somewhere. She walked over to his couch, totally falling over and just laid on it. She coughed, curling up in a ball as she pulled her coat closer to her. She was feeling very cold, even though she was going through a very nasty fever. "Tea would be nice," she groaned, waiting for her big brother to come back. She was so glad that he found her and brought her back to her senses and took her out of the cold. She closed her eye, feeling like falling asleep but she wanted to stay awake and not fall asleep on Freddie any time soon.

ஐ...We can chase the [U][B]dark[/B][/U] together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

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MOOD▹ SHOCKED ⧉ LOCATION▹ HOME​

OOC▹ ✘ ⧉ INTERACTION▹ OLIVER//SOPHIE ⧉ ❤▹ 3/10​

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❝ Pierce, I can walk. I fell off the counter. ❞ Sophie showed her the bleeding hand. Oh no. ❝ I have a high tolerance for alcohol, unlike — . . . ❞ She cleared her throat and grabbed her mug of milk. ❝ . . . Sorry for interrupting your - ❞ Sophie paused. She glanced between Oliver and Pierce, ❝ - . . . Whatever you're doing. Would you like me to leave? I need bandages . . . ❞ Sophie's eyes fell to the ground and she appeared to be sulking. Oh no... Sophie sniffed and began walking out of the kitchen. Her dress fell open again. Oh no Sophie.​

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Pierce's chest twisted and her stomach was in knots. She hadn't even noticed Oliver disappear. ❝ Sophie don't go. ❞ She hurried after her friend and stopped her at the door. ❝ You can't go out there like that. ❞​

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Heavy footsteps padded down the hall and suddenly Oliver had returned, dropping the dirty dishes in the sink and wearing his jacket. Was he leaving?! He walked passed them to the doorway and her brown eyes widened in disbelief. ❝ I'm off, Pierce! ❞ He called from the doorway. ❝ It's late. Talk to you later. Happy New Year. ❞​

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It all hurt even more. ❝ Ol ... iver ... ❞ She watched him disappear out the door. There were headlights through the window and then they were gone. Pierce was on the verge of tears. Today was terrible. She wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. Her brown eyes slowly shifted back to Sophie. Her mind was in a fog. She could already feel the tears stinging the back of her eyes. She bit her lip to hold them back and grabbed Sophie by the wrist, shutting off the kitchen light as they left the room. Pierce didn't say a word as she dragged Sophie to her bathroom and tended to the other girl's hand. She couldn't look at her or say anything. Her hands were shaking as she cleaned the blood up. Her throat was thick with heaviness. Her head was pounding. She wanted to throw up again. Actually, that's exactly what she did.​

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Pierce left Sophie's side to rush to the toilet. She lifted the seat up and emptied the contents of her stomach. She felt awful. Pierce still couldn't look at Sophie when she finished. She flushed the toilet and walked over to the sink, brushing her teeth for the second time that evening. Pierce rinsed out her mouth with mouthwash and walked back into her bedroom, changing into a pair of flannel pajamas. The box of pizza still sat on her bed. She picked it up off the black bed scarf and set it on the dresser. The movie was still on the main menu. She would have to return this for Oliver tomorrow. She didn't say anything as she pressed play and crawled into bed. Sophie would undoubtedly join her. They were supposed to go on that date tomorrow and she really didn't want to do anything but cry and fade away into the background. After tomorrow, she would probably do just that. There would be no getting out of the spa day, but she would save Oliver the awkwardness of going ice skating with her and cancel. After that, there would be no one over ever again and she wouldn't talk to anyone. School was starting again this week. She still had homework to finish. That would keep her busy until school started.​

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Once classes were in session, she could busy herself with piano and flute practice and preparing for college. This was her last semester of high school. School and hiding out in her bedroom. It was what she was best at. Pierce pulled back the white sheets and crawled into bed. The movie played in the background, but she didn't hear any of the words. ❝ Good night Sophie, ❞ was all she said before finally falling asleep. Tears stained her face, but she didn't sob or make any noises indicating that she had been crying.​

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DAY: 11 - 4/4 | DATE: December 31st, 2015 | LOCATION: Home

After vigorously cleaning up the guest room, he went back downstairs to find Zoey falling asleep on his couch. He sighed as he went over to her. Crouching down, he put her arms on his shoulder and lifted her up onto his back. Freddie brought her upstairs to her room and lay her down on the bed. He tucked her into the bed and left the room, closing the door behind him.

He went up to his own room and changed into his pajamas. After doing his nightly routine, he turned off all of the lights in his house and turned on his TV. With everything that happened, he was tired. The TV was set to go to sleep after an hour had passed. More than enough time for him to fall asleep.

Even though he wanted to sleep, the late night movie that was showing interested him. He watched the movie every so often when his eyes were open. When the sleep timer warning flashed up on screen, he extended the time by another hour. It wasn't his fault, the movie was actually pretty funny. However, as he watched it, he finally just knocked out and fell asleep.

 

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❝ Oh, yeah. I'll go get those. ❞ and with that she left him to get his clothes. She disappeared quickly again, finding it troublesome if he followed after her and just got lost or something. She was back quickly anyway and he smiled as she handed them over. "Thanks so much, you really didn't have to - but thank you."

❝Here. They're dry now. Don't worry about getting those back to me right away or even at all. They're Stephan's old clothes and he doesn't wear them anymore. ❞

She was being much too kind to him. He smiled at her as she turned slightly to watch the clock on the wall. Wow, the new year was coming pretty close. He held the clothes with his left hand, holding them by his side. He figured he'd stay to greet her for the new year and went back to what she said before this decision. "No, that's just too much! I'll return these once I get them through the laundry." he smiled.

She pulled her glasses off her face and set them down on the counter, sighing heavily. The girl began playing with her bottom lip and stepped closer. Tucker didn't move, instead he looked away and glanced up at the clock on the wall. He didn't actually wish to leave but he really just didn't want to bother her anymore. Like, nothing was really waiting for him at home, he already had the new year skype call with his family and he was kind of scared Sean would show up at one point. He still didn't know how to face him.

❝ Happy New Year, ❞

He snapped his head back towards her. Wow, she was close again. He felt his heart beat a little faster and suddenly noticed the loose hold of his warm clothes. He gripped them more tightly. He swallowed nervously but put on a nice smile, "Happy New Year, Maria."

❝ Tucker...Will you be my New Year's kiss? ❞

His body tensed up. Wh-what? New Year's Kiss? Those really happened? Were they like a tradition? What? He stared down at her, with his lips slightly opening in shock. She was smiling up at him. She was really pretty and without the glasses, he remembered how blue her eyes were. He felt like he could feel his heart trying to beat faster and harder and just escape his chest cavity. His body tensed up a bit. What should he do?

He stood there for a while, his face getting a bit flushed as the seconds passed. He glanced up at the clock quickly, as if asking for answers but it only told nothing but the time. Well, at least that it was new year's. Should he kiss her? Should he not? Was it going to upset her if he didn't? Wasn't it his new year's resolution to make people happy - shouldn't he live up to it? Or was that just an excuse? Should he kiss her? It's not like he didn't not want to kiss her. Plus, he already had before. He's done it once... could he do it again?

He looked back at her, straight into her blue eyes. He already knew that he probably should and that he actually wanted to but he just didn't know if he could. How did it go in the movies? What was he even talking about? He didn't even watch movies. Um. What was it. Um. Okay. Pheeeeew. Shut up. Just.

He blinked, put on a charming smile as his chestnut eyes stayed on her blue ones. He closed his eyes and he leaned closer. 'Just do it.' He hovered above and close to her for a moment, hesitating, but eventually pressed his own against hers.

 

⎛ DAY 11 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 31ST ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ BEDROOM • PIERCE'S HOUSE ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ SULKING / EMOTIONAL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠

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A part of her was disappointed to see Oliver go. She had come to think of him as more than a nuisance to her relationship with Pierce. It hadn't been clear to Sophie before, but this situation in front of her was definitely that of "divide and conquer".

Since he had left, Pierce might actually be upset with her — and not in the usual way that Sophie could smooth over. That was fine; she wasn't happy either. They would both be in bad moods for the rest of the night. Would this threaten their date to the spa tomorrow? She hoped not.

The rest of the night was quiet, short as it was, and Pierce cleaned up her hand. She then got sick, but Sophie said nothing. She wondered what was wrong and tried not to think of how she might have messed up her friend's night with a boy she obviously liked. No regrets. Divide and conquer. she told herself, but couldn't bright that to lighten her mood or make her feel better.

Originally, Sophie planned on sleeping on the couch in the living room, but she let off on that when she saw what a terrible state Pierce was in. The two girls eventually climbed into bed together and lights went out. Sophie turned off the playing television after Pierce bid her goodnight.

With a sigh, she leaned over Pierce and planted a kiss on her cheek. ❝Good night, Pierce. . . . I'm sorry.❞ Before drifting off herself, she hoped that Pierce had been a sleep by the time she said the last part.

 

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Zoey stumbled in Freddie's house, really not feeling good. She didn't care how messy the house ways, she just wanted to crash somewhere. She walked over to his couch, totally falling over and just laid on it. She coughed, curling up in a ball as she pulled her coat closer to her. She was feeling very cold, even though she was going through a very nasty fever. "Tea would be nice," she groaned, waiting for her big brother to come back. She was so glad that he found her and brought her back to her senses and took her out of the cold. She closed her eye, feeling like falling asleep but she wanted to stay awake and not fall asleep on Freddie any time soon. But sleep overcame her and she had passed out on the couch.

ஐ...We can chase the [U][B]dark[/B][/U] together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

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Tit was a dance in the moonlight.​

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Although they had been stuck outside for what seemed like hours, the panther let off enough resistance to warrant a simple discussion under the slowly falling slow. Even though they had been unable to engage in the fight as so they desired, due to the excessive cold and the presence of people all around them, it was tough luck for Torvald in how it was still hard enough for him to get any confession out of the man. So maybe it wasn't his fault even? Nonsense! He was the one who prepared the food!​

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He wanted to ask if anyone was there with him, in the kitchen, while he was asleep and he prepared the food.​

But no, it was getting rather late. Lucas wouldn't budge, for the night anyway. Torvald yawned.​

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He decided to go rest. He called the special taxi driver again. Time to wait. He wandered off to one of the trees by Maria's home and wrapped himself tightly in his coat so he would not die of hypothermia, or some such. Tomorrow he could surprise Maria and make her even angrier, and perhaps get a headstart on Lucas.​

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Perfect.​

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Torvald slowly drifted off to sleep.​

His snoring tonight was extremely loud because of the cold weather drying his nostrils, and it could probably be heard from the insides of many houses on the street -- Maria's included.​

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For an hour, he slept by the tree, and eventually the taxi driver came -- a wisened, strong old Somalian woman, who took one look at him, decided he was not worth it tonight, and drove off.​

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<< CEASE REVOLUTION >>​

 

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Maria was shocked when he actually did it. Her body had momentarily stiffened at his contact, but then she melted into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself into him. Her eyes were shut tight. She wanted to keep this going forever. Tucker was warm and his lips were soft. There was an electricity that ran through her that didn't come from something entirely one sided. Why couldn't he just admit how he felt? It hurt, so very much. Her fingers wound in his cherry hair. She blinked back some tears that were fighting to spill over and then finally pulled away. Maria was breathless when she looked up into his chestnut eyes again.

She smiled at Tucker, her arms still around his neck. Her smile was small and sweet, but her blue eyes were dark and sad. The kiss felt wonderful, her heart beat rapidly in her chest, but she knew that the odds of things ever being further were slim to none. Would he ever be able to move forward, with anyone? Maria released her arms from around him and stepped back. She ran her fingers through her long platinum blond locks and patted her cheeks lightly. They were flushed with color. Her hand groped the counter until she found her glasses and she slipped them back on her face.

Saying goodbye was even more painful. She stood in the doorway and watched as his car disappeared down the street. She stood there until it was completely swallowed in darkness. Even for a few minutes after, she kept staring, watching him go. Eventually, she shut the front door and made her way back to the kitchen, finishing cleaning up the mess.

Maria changed into some pajamas afterwards, got a glass of iced water, and crawled into bed in her old bedroom. She hadn't slept here in months. The taste of Tucker's lips were still lingering on her mouth. Her fingers grazed over them lightly and she shut her eyes tight, drifting off into a dreamless slumber.

✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/31/2015 ❖ Day: 11 & 4/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Fluttery ❖ Interaction: Tucker ❖ Location: Family Home ✜​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: Party ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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[ one flew over the cuckoo's nest ]​

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dear diary.
dec 31 20XX

stop

i am not leaving my room. i refuse to! why should i leave my room after the travesty that has befallen me and the others? what reason is there? there is no reason! i never wanted this. ayanna gave me this diary today. it is the only place i can speak my mind by my own words. and it will always be the only place. bec

the st







she took away my tablet because i am searching up suicidal things on the search engines. that is a lie. ayanna is foolish to believe i would be doing something like that. i am not crazy or an imbecile.

i only have my books today. i always only have my books. but she said she would give me back my tablet later. i have no laptop. i am disconnected, and that is what i like to be.

i don't care. ayanna.
let me write in peace. there is no point for proper grammar when

ad


ayanna gave me a new book today. i did not want to look at it so i threw it to the floor with my other hard copies.
the blankets keep falling to the floor.

the clock keeps ticking and it bothers me. make it go away. i don't have anything interesting to say. i never do. it's been hours.
i don't know where ayanna is.

the funeral was today, lucas called in.
he doesn't care about me. why should i care about him or then? i never wanted this.

i never wanted it.

i never wanted it
i never wanted it
GO TO HELL









page ending soon. my hands hurt. there was some blood on the journal page earlier
g

ayanna went to go pick up her "special guest" in the taxi cab again. who cares.

started reading the book.
it is strange. i do not like it. children are given one hundred days to live.
it is depressing. why did ayanna give me this terrifying book.
i keep hearing things but nobody is inside the house

i am going to sleep. i do not want to wake up. please do not let me wake up.
good night.

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A dance, indeed. We had stayed outside, speaking of this and that, and it had become a rather pleasant conversation that the both of us could enjoy in a different way. He was a different person, somehow, when he had let off on his usual raging intensity.

We would have to dance another time, it seemed, but that was entirely fine with me. He still wanted to know about that morning, in the kitchen, but I wasn't letting him have his way so easily. No, he would have to perform a little to be rewarded . . . So far, he was doing quite well; I'm thoroughly enjoying myself.

We lingered in silence for a long time, but eventually, I noticed a slow pattern to his breathing. I look over, and, of all things, I see him asleep. I let out a soft laugh. Monsters sleep peacefully, do they? I should have thought as much. An idiot such as himself would have the grace of falling asleep in such a place where he could very well get sick.

I look out to the drive and see my car, then open the door. He's not so very heavy, is he? For a beast, anyway. I lay him in the back of the car, and then drive back home.

As both of our clothing are terrible death traps, I strip him to his underwear, taking no care in noticing what he looks like, and then drape a blanket over himself as he snores on the living room couch. I'm not sure which of him I like more; his sleeping self, or his awake self. I laugh again.

❝Spokoynoy nochi, zverya. Happy New Year.❞

I hang away our clothing, grab a blanket of my own, and comfortably snuggle up on the couch opposite of him, then removing my glasses and fall.​

 

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» STRANGELY HAPPY ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » MARIA'S/HOME ≛OOC ✌​

For a moment, both of them just stood there and Tucker honestly felt very awkward. It wasn't like the kiss they shared when they were together. It wasn't sweet and it happy and-

Arms clung around his neck and Maria closed that awkward gap between them. He felt her push against him and kiss back. Scratch all that entire first two and a half sentences. Boom. Bam. Woosh. There was the sweetness! The bliss! All the awkwardness had gone and all what's left was the two young adults sharing another magical moment together. His right arm raised from his side and wrapped over her body. His eyes were closed peacefully and everything just melted away. It all seemed right for once.

She pulled away and Tucker opened his eyes, letting go of her - but she didn't of him. She smiled at him and he just looked at her for a moment, blushing madly but eventually sent a smile back. That was nice, definitely nice. She untangled her arms from him and backed away. He scratched the back of his neck nervously and then touched his fingertips to his lips lightly. That was his first actual kiss.

Nothing much was said as a goodbye. They pretty much left it with that New Year's kiss. He did greet her a happy new year one last time and then bid farewell and walked out of the door.

He hopped into his car and drove off. It's been such a roller coaster day. He didn't really know what to think of it and for once, he didn't really want to. He was okay with leaving it at that. With that new year's kiss. He didn't mind.

He didn't bother to check his phone when he got home - not really wanting to ruin his mood at the moment. Too tired from the sadness, bliss and utter confusion of the day, he simply slumped onto his bed, pulled the covers over him and fell asleep.

 

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 01/01/2016 ⧉ DAY▹ 12 & 1/4 ⧉ MUSIC​

MOOD▹ ENERGETIC ⧉ LOCATION▹ HOME​

OOC▹ HAPPY NEW YEAR! ⧉ INTERACTION▹ SOPHIE ⧉ ❤▹ 3/10​

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❝ Sophie. Sophie wake up. ❞ Pierce had her hands on Sophie's arm, shaking her. ❝ Wake up. ❞ She looked down on Sophie, peering at her with her brown eyes. There was a smile on her lips and her brown hair fell in her face like a veil. She had decided to be cheery and bright for this one day. It was easier to deal with Sophie if she just put on a smile. Then, once today was over, she could revert back to her hermit self and spend the rest of high school hiding out in her bedroom. There were only a few months left of high school and then summer would be coming and everyone would be gone at camp. That would make being alone even easier. Followed by leaving for college because Pierce hadn't been planning on going to the university. She hadn't even filled out the application for it. As much as she liked music, it wasn't what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, but being a student at a private school looked good on college applications.​

She hopped off the bed. Any signs of being upset still from last night were not evident on her face. Pierce slipped her feet into her white snow boots. ❝ It's about a half hour to Westchester from here, plus getting to the spa. We should pr - probably go soon. ❞ Pierce walked over to the DVD player and ejected the disc that was inside it. The Whiteboard was popped back into the case and she waved it at her best friend. ❝ We need to drop this off on the way. ❞ The big BlueBox label was stuck to the front of the cover and she dropped it into the bag. Pierce tucked a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear and headed for the door. ❝I'll be in the kitchen, getting food. I'll meet you down there. ❞​

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Pierce gave Sophie a bright smile and waved at her before walking out of the room. She sighed, jamming her hands into her front pockets and wandering down the hall. When she entered the kitchen, Pierce took a seat at the counter and pulled out her phone. Her chocolate brown eyes stared at the bright screen absently. She should probably text Oliver soon. The sooner she canceled, the better it would be. She was only bothering him like this. There was a heaviness in her chest as she opened the text thread and typed quickly. When she pressed send, Pierce felt ready to start crying again, but didn't. She put the smile back on her face and waited for Sophie to join her. The spa would be good. It would make things all right. She could relax, like her mother suggested.​

 

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Estelle, had not been waken up as nicely as she hoped. She got in a lot of trouble with her sister the night before, because she had no idea where she was. Estelle hadn't listened, but this morning, Vega had yelled at her, and then forced her into tending to all the plants and flowers in the shop, and doing the normal chores that she would have to do herself. Estelle muttered to herself, while cutting thrones of the roses. She loved the flower, but they hurt, a lot. This was punishment for staying out so late, without permission. Estelle hummed to herself as she cut the flowers. She was in a very happier mood this morning, much to Amaya's surprised. She was a lot more years younger then the rest of the girls, only being 14, while Estelle was 19 as was Stelle, and Vega was 28. Amaya also did chores in the shop, but this was much to her enjoyment. Amaya tried to get Estelle to say where she had been last night, but it wasn't working out. It was very warm in the shop, and Estelle hadn't bothered to change out of her Pj's which were pink and silky. The bottoms, were a pair a capris which fit her nicely. The top was spaghetti strap, and had a small design of a sea shell in the left bottom cornerish area. ​

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She pricked her rose on a thorn and sighed. She wondered if Shane would come and visit sometime, even though it was very unlikely, she wondered if the time they spend yesterday, went as well as she thought. She looked over at Amaya, who was taking a break from watering the lily pots, and was texting on her phone. "It must be nice having one." Estelle said, she didn't have a phone of her own. Phone. Damn! She didn't give Shane a number to call... that would've been slightly important. 'Oh well, it wasn't like he was going to bother.' She thought. She had finished most of her work, and was now sitting at the front desk drawing a goldish rose, they had found the other day. She was all alone now, since her sisters had gone off to do other things. She rather stay down here, in case Vega wasn't done yelling at her yet. ​

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ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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Zoey woke up feeling quite horrible...

Her good eye was crusty from being sick and sobbing, she felt very hot, and then very cold on and off, her throat ached, and when she breathed it hurt a lot. She moaned, rolling over as she let out a pathetic cough. On top of everything, her body was aching. She opened her eye, rubbing the sleep out of it before she looked around. She was confused when she didn't see Freddie's living room, but a bedroom. She was nicely tucked in though, and the door was closed.

"Freddie?" she croaked, another cough erupting from her chest as she sat up in bed. Silly Zoey, he couldn't hear her.

The door was shut. Her hair was matted, no longer done up in her usual messy bun and cascaded well passed her shoulders. She took off her eyepatch and put it on the nightstand, not wanting to wear it because it felt like a lot of heat was collecting under that thing, making her feel more irritable. She then unbuttoned the jacket she was wearing, letting it fall off her shoulders and on the bed. Zoey also noticed that she was wheezing, as if she was very congested. Her nose was not clogged up yet, but she was swallowing a lot of mucus.She shook her head, throwing the covers off of her and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

Eventually, she found herself out in the hallway of the house with a blanket wrapped tightly around her. She assumed she was still at Freddie's so there was nothing to worry about. It seemed... very quiet though. She kept her bad eye shut as she stumbled down the hallway, feeling so lightheaded. And by luck, she found the bathroom and went in. She closed the door partially behind her and flipped on the switch, going to the sink to let the hot water run. When she turned on the faucet, another cough exploded from her, making her bend over the sink in pain as she hugged herself. She wheezed heavily when it was done, and then looked at herself in the mirror. She looked horrid. Her hair was pretty crazy, and she looked so pale too. Her cheeks were flushed though, signifying she was still running a high fever.

"Zoey, you really are stupid," she muttered to herself before she looked at the running water. She cupped her hands underneath it, and then splashed some on her face and then rubbed at both of her eyes to get rid of the sickness that was bothering her eye. How was she going to explain her condition to Dad when she got home?

ஐ...We can chase the [U][B]dark[/B][/U] together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

Ulysses didn't sleep, and he didn't need too. Who would need to when Tymar the backstabber of his character's village had sold them out and was now on the run from him, a simple warrior from the same village. And guess who wasn't sleeping with Ulysses, his character's betrothed, that's who. How could the poor girl sleep when she was being spirited away from all she knew and love to go to the vile forest killers of the Damen people. With their superior weaponry and sly tricks they slew honest people to support their lavish and wealthy life styles. But Ulysses and his character didn't care. They just wanted to save his beloved and rebuild what they could of their once peaceful lives.

Eat. Drink. Bathroom. Train. Boss fight. Train. Boss fight. Eat again. Drink again. Bathroom again. From the late afternoon the time of birds chirping and the sun rising told him that he should stop his battling cycle and get ready for a new day. He didn't like the people of this school, but he did want to get a good job in the gaming industry's musical side, and Fortissimo was top notch when it came to music prodigies and would look more then good on his applications. Plus, he liked marking and remembering his practice progression. By the time he finished school, he'd be set for life, or so he planned to be. But for now, it was practice, practice, practice. He switched on the coffee maker and let it start while he splashed water on his face and dressed himself in his normal attire. He was a bit to indifferent to care about what he was wearing. He just knew it was cold, so he should dress warmly. The colors matched and that's what mattered. He could hear a dim beep, that alerted him that his coffee was ready. His French vanilla creamer was poured into his cup until it was the right color for him, and his sugar was poured perfectly from his hands. He stirred it for five full seconds before taking the first experimental sip. Perfect, practice perfect. He grinned as he rubbed his tired eyes and finished his first cup. His game was paused and he shut it off, relying on the game's auto save feature to put him near wear he'd last left off. He didn't like being late to things, so he poured the rest of his coffee into a thermos and headed out the door.

It was early and his ungloved hands were warming nicely on the thermos he'd brought along as he headed to his first routinely done thing, singing in the school's recording studio.(If there is none, I will edit it out.) He'd been doing it since he was a freshman in the school, and had kept the monotony of it alive by remembering that if he slacked, he'd stagnate and not get any better when classes resumed. Plus he liked to hear his mistakes and perfections or near perfections and near mistakes on the recordings of himself that he deleted after practice was done. If he particularly liked something, he'd send it to himself and upload it to a thumb drive made specifically to be shown to future employers. He set the coffee down near the table with a little plant that stood near the door, he'd been taking good care of it. He didn't really trust the janitors to do it. He removed his gloves and shoved them into his jacket pockets as he fiddled with the studio's booth controls. When he had the settings as he liked, he hit record and stepped into the booth, warming up his vocals with exercises before starting up a startling beautiful acapella in a gentle tenor.

 

Aidan wrenched himself away from Starcraft at last. He'd taken a sleeping break, then breakfast and then played again. He was doing pretty well at the moment. It wasn't just Starcraft. Other games like Bioshock Infinite (Again), Mount and Blade Warband as well as Skyrim had taken up his time too. He wasn't quite ready to let go of Starcraft yet, though he picked it up again slightly differently. He reached over to his electric guitar and strummed it a couple of times to make sure it was in tune. It was. Then he grabbed his pick and began to play Terran One, from the Starcraft 1 Soundtrack. After he'd finished playing it, he put the guitar down and sat on his bed.
"Love that song. 35 seconds to 1 minute 35 is the best piece of game soundtrack of all time." Aidan said generally, mostly to himself. When you were him, yourself was your best friend. He hadn't got a second half, so he always knew what the reply would be, but saying it was better than thinking it. It made him feel better. He rubbed his eyes and thought a moment.
"What are we going to do with you today, Aidan?" He asked himself. Then he was struck by a metaphorical lightning bolt. That girl from the other day. Nervous one, wrote Manga ugh what was her name... Star or something, Lunar something else aha! Estelle Luna! Parents obsessed with stars and other stuff in space. What a plan!
"Brain you are a genius!" Aidan exclaimed. She had told him where she worked. That gardening shop place down the street. That'd be a good way to spend time. Being social!

"Mum, Dad I'm going out!" He yelled as he shut the door. He twisted the keys in the lock and it clicked. He checked his pockets. Phone for adding phone number if necessary. Check. iPod and headphones for music listening and discussion. Check. It was time to go make friends! Why was he so enthusiastic, he mused as he walked down the road. He was an antisocial prat most of the time but he suddenly felt like talking to someone. He guessed it was something about the funeral. Life was short and could be cut even shorter. May as well make the most of it right? A new outlook, a new perspective. Meh, he wouldn't do THAT much. He wasn't going to be any kind of social expert with all the friends he'd ever need. He'd just have one or two. Yeah, that was good. Also he'd brought his wallet. Mum wanted flowers anyway so he may as well make the trip useful. In fact, it could even give him an excuse to be there...

Aidan opened the door of the shop. There was a girl who looked like she was in PJ's. That was... bizarre but he was fine with that. She was evidently working there and if that's what she felt like working in, who was he to judge. She seemed familiar though. She was behind the desk staring at something very intently. She looked busy. He lightly cleared his throat to get her attention.
"Erm, excuse me. I - uh..." Aidan stammered. He just remembered something. What was he here for exactly? He repeatedly clicked his fingers until he remembered. Then it hit him. White lilies. That's what mum liked. Maybe that's what he'd get her. "Yeah, erm, right, where can I find any white lilies around here?" This could end badly.

 

☆ Clothes ☆ Mood» AH ☆ Music ☆ Date: 12/1/2016 Location » Home ☆ OOC:☆ ​

Estelle heard the door open, and froze. "Who the hell is coming in here on New Years Day?" Estelle thought. She dove under the counter.



"Erm, excuse me. I - uh..." Aidan stammered.

Estelle's face turned red and she slowly popped her head up. "Oh... Um... Hi... Aidan." She said her face a dark shade red as some of the roses in the shop.



"Yeah, erm, right, where can I find any white lilies around here?"

Estelle stammered around, putting on a gardening apron and standing up off the flower. "Oh... Um.. I'll show you." She said nervously, coming out from behind the counter and taking him into another room, full of different kinds of plants and flowers. "I-I didn't think anyone would be... umm... coming today... since it's a holiday." She said quietly. "It is nice to see you though." She said cheerfully. To her surprise and utmost horror, Vega was in the room with them, her hands on her hips.

"Estelle you didn't say you were having a friend over!" Vega snapped. "And why are you not dress?!" She said annoyingly.


Estelle tried to explain. But nothing came out of her mouth. "I-I didn't know he was-"


"Hmmm." She circled around Aidan. "You must be that boy she was out with last night." Vega said in a even more annoyed tone. "Are you her boyfriend?" Vega asked.


Estelle's face turned redder then before and she looked at Aidan, then back at Vega. "No no no! I wasn't out with him!" Estelle said to her sister. "Not that I wouldn't mind..." She said, she didn't want to sound mean, but she didn't want her sister to talk either. "He's not my boyfriend, he just came to pick something up." Estelle said. Vega shrugged, going into another room, filled with small fruit trees, muttering to herself.


Estelle turned back to Aidan. "I'm so sorry, that's Vega, my eldest sister... she's a bit... she really only has 4 emotions. Angry, Annoyed, In-Love, and Bossy." Estelle explained. "I believe this is what you're looking for." Estelle said to him. She leaned in closer and whispered to him "You don't have to pay, it's a gift, for all of this trouble I've put you through this morning." Estelle said. "If you're not busy, you can come upstairs if you want. The rest of my sister's are busy with one thing or another... so we can talk without... that happening again..." She said.

 

Aidan followed Estelle into the room with all the flowers in. That's when things got awkward. A rather bossy sounding girl appeared and made several rather rude statements, even accusing him of being in a relationship with Estelle. While he certainly wouldn't complain for several reasons, he still felt insulted as they barely knew each other. He couldn't even deny it. He wasn't quite sure what to say to any of it. Then she handed over the flowers and said he didn't have to pay.
"Erm, okay." Aidan said. "Thanks. Don't worry about it. It's fine. I've had worse." She asked if he was busy and suggested that if he wasn't, they could go upstairs.

Yes, why not? He had time to kill. It'd be nice to spend it with someone real and who was friendly. The possibility of this made him feel excited in a way. Someone was actually taking interest in who he was as a person and they were inviting him into their home presumerably. It seemed to be a good start.

"Sure, I ain't busy. The parents just know I've gone out. For all they know I'm at the cafe talking to folks. Hoping to bring the flowers back home to mum as a surprise. All the plants have died at home, so we kind of need new ones anyway." Aidan explained. "How've you been anyway?"

 

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⌠ DAY 12 │ 1/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JANUARY 1ST ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ DORM ⌡
⌠ MOOD │ DETERMINED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 41% / SOPHIE : 28% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡
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Winter break had been anything but relaxing, but . . . boring. Quentin hated boring. Loathed it. Maybe even feared it. Some days ago, he had gone on a date with Noëlle, and it had been nice, but he could tell her mind was elsewhere. She seemed different, somehow, but he didn't pry and the day went on nicely. He told her he'd like to do it again, some time; he wondered if she did too.

That aside, he was still suffering minor affects from what happened at Sophie's house. Those four kids died, and no one knew how — he had a feeling about that guy, but nothing was confirmed, and he had to leave the home. He hadn't talked to Sophie since then.​

This got him thinking about that particular vial again. Today was New Year's, wasn't it? His mother had called him earlier, and he hadn't know why until she mentioned it. Just another day, though . . . Well, not really. It hadn't worked the first time, when he tried to use it, but that was what second chances are for, right? He logged onto his computer.​

He was determined to find it again, that website.​

While the computer was setting up, he thought about Professor Julius. He was in the hospital due to a terrible accident on Christmas. Quentin had heard about it the day after and immediately feared for the worst. A weight had lifted off his shoulders when the Professor was still alive. He shuddered to think what would happen if not . . . It made him think of those events two years ago. He shivered.​

An orchestral ring alerted him to his computer set up and he opened his browser, his blue eyes immediately looking at the Bookmarks Bar. It should be here . . . He was perplexed that it wasn't. Had he deleted it? No, I wouldn't have . . . Even if it was something forged. He decided to google it.​

Cupid's . . . Brew . . . He keyed it in and then searched.​