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Brik Hamilton

Some people find comfort in poetry or pamphlets. I find it in whiskey.

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a character in “Beneath our Skins”, as played by peace_of_mind7

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Brik Dante Hamilton
"I don't need your pity"





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Nicknames

Lyfe: He inherited this name because when he is drunk or high, Brik can be the life of the party.
Snow or Rain: When sober, Brik is a bit uptight. He can be rather cold and sometimes rain on people's parade.



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Age

Seventeen






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Sexuality

Heterosexual






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Quirks

~ Brik has a tattoo of his zodiac sign on his chest (Aquarius)
~ He plays the cello
~ He has a strange fascination with fire

~ He has lung cancer (no one knows about it)





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Personality

Brik is an enigma. He a complicated guy that prefers to find refuge in himself and his drugs along with his cello playing. He is emotionally detached and is usually seen with a blank face along with his lips drawn in a taunt line. Brik's voice is monotonous, filled with a deep, yet wise air about it that causes him to seem older than he really is. He is blunt and says what he is thinking without giving it much thought before letting the words flow from his lips. He is completely oblivious to the emotions of those around him and tends to upset people without trying. When he offends someone, he simply gives them a blank stare and asked 'Was it something I said?"

He does care about how people feel, but tends to screw up every good thing that comes his way. He is afraid to lose the people that he cares about, so he tries to keep a small circle of friends. He doesn't really smile, but when he is under the influence, he is the wildest and most unpredictable man that you've ever met with an energy that would surprise the people that really know him.

Brik is misunderstood because he doesn't know how to communicate or feel anything without growing attached to people. He fears intimacy, due to his illness, not wanting others to be with him just so he could leave them at any moment. He doesn't want to burden anyone with the knowledge that he is slowly dying. He hides his emotions and empties himself of all thoughts, concerns, and feelings to forget about his terminal illness. Brik may seem cold, distant, and emotionless, but he truly cares about his friends and doesn't want them to worry about his well-being when they have problems of their own. He chooses to not feel anything to cope with his timely demise.


History

Brik has always been a survivor. In his early years, he was usually bedridden and forced to be home schooled since he was so ill. On many occasions, his parent thought that he'd die, but he managed to hold on to dear life. Brik's body may look strong, but his immune system is weak. His mother and father sheltered him, in fear that he would be exposed to more risks, concerning his health. Brik, however, grew tired of the confinement, and convinced his parents to let him go to public school. He toughed it out: working on his communication skills, learning how to be a normal kid. He enjoyed live and was happy...until he turned seventeen.

It was his birthday, he had just returned from a long night of partying with his mates and got absolutely wasted. His parents waited for him at the dining table with cake and congratulations. When they saw that he wasn't sober, they readied themselves for a good old fashioned scolding, but they were instantly interrupted when Brik started to wheeze and cough up blood. Fear struck their hearts, and they call an ambulance. Brik couldn't breathe as the world began to melt around him. Everything morphed before his eyes, twisting into retro colors and shape before going utterly black.

When he woke up, Brik was in a hospital bed. After Brik indulged in a well deserved freak out, his doctor informed him that he was cursed with lung cancer. It was at that moment that everything inside of Brik cracked. His doctor also told him that they weren't able to catch the tumor early enough, and that his disease was terminal. Brik's emotions were no longer cracked, but shattered completely like broken glass. He didn't cry, scream, panic, nor did he ask the doctor how long he had because he didn't want to know. He simply looked at the older man and said, "Fuck it, I need a drink."

So begins...

Brik Hamilton's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love

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Summer Vorhees
Day: Friday
Time: Afteroon
Weather: Raining

Everything was spinning as she stood in the middle of her backyard, Summer didn't have a care in the world at the moment, she wasn't even sure what time or day it was The rain was falling onto her body as she fell down on the ground and looked up to the sky. Laughter came from her throat, she couldn't stop either and she wasn't even sure what she was laughing at. She wondered where her riends are and what they were doing, she didn't go to school because she forgot about it and her mother wasn't around anymore.

Her clothes were soaked, she was wearing a black skirt with black fishnets and a ripped up tshirt, her hair was left down but there was still a slight curl to it. She brought her hands up and started singing "the itsy bitsy spidey went up the water spout" her voice was very slurred and barely over a whisper "down came the rain and washed the spidey out, out came the sun and washed..." she stopped as she heard her phone ringing from inside. She got up and twirled a couple circles before she made her way into the empty house.

She grabbed her phone and saw that she had many different messages from her friends and a couple of missed calls "pooey" it wasn't often that Summer didn't let her friends know she was skipping so they probably wondeeing where they hell she was at. She scrolled through the messages, but really couldn't stay focused at all so she decided to send all her friends a message.

To: Everyone
From: Kite
Yo. Its me suckers. lakeside meet at whenever u want. Bring fun, ill be.


To anyone else her message would probably be confusing to understand, but to her friends they would know what she means. When she is high she doesn't make much sense at all but thats what makes her unique. She headed up to her room and stripped out of her wet clothing, she turned her music up loud and started dancing in her room naked with the window shades wide open. She didn't give a shit if anyone saw her, she was proud of her looks.

After awhile she flopped onto her bed, looking up to the ceiling "where are you Mom" she whispered, turning on her side she cueled up and laid there for a bit as her mind went in circles. Chills ran along her skin as she laid there naked, she wasn't sure how long she laid there for. Time escaped her when she was high, it wasn't till she heard a knock that she got up from her bed and walked downstairs to the front door. She was still naked and soaked from the rain when she grabbed the door knob, opening the door and staring at Kaleb who was standing right in front of her. It wouldn't be the first time him seeing her naked.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love

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Summer Vorhees

Summer gave Kaleb a smile when he ushered her inside and closed the door "hey my wild man!" she grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek, even though she was a lesbian she was always affectionate with her friends. When Kaleb mentioned getting hot and horny she grinned "that is exactttly what I was planning! You caught me fucker" she trailed her finger down the middle of her chest "I always known you wanted a piece of this" of course she was joking. It was always hard for anyone to take Summer seriously, you never knew if she was joking or being real.

As Kaleb ushered her towards the stairs she wiggled her butt a little then turned and looked up the stairs. She was definately tripping as the stairs doubled in front of her, she started laughing and crawled up the stairs, her long black hair wasdraped over he back and onto the side. She hasn't cut her hair for a few years now so it was almost down to her butt. After five minutes of crawling and stumbling she finally made it to the top of the stairs "I made it!" she yelled down to Kaleb then skipped into her room.

Her phone was flashing letting her know she had a text, she grabbed it and saw that she had two texts one from Jay and the other from Mordicai. She read Jay's and laughed as she sent a text back Why would I want to steer clear from your sexy ass, Ill be looking forward to it Popsey. My rack will be yours. Be at your house in fifteen!. She sent the text then read Mordicai's, ahe let out a slightly annoyed huff. She really wanted to go to the lakeside tonight, she took a few minutes before replying but instead of just sending the message to Mordicai she sent it to everyone. How about we go to lakeside thennnn we go to Mordi's. Going now.

After she was done she went to her closet and looked through her clothing. She finally decided on a black tank top, a plaid quarter sleeve shirt to go over it, shorts, and fishnets. She got dressed and added a pair of black combat boots to the mess and kept her hair down. Taking her phone and bag that had many different pills and drugs in it then headed downstairs. "Kkkkkkalebs! We headed to lakeside baby" she went into her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka and a bottle of tequila then went into the living room "c'mon you drive and we smoke on the way".

She grabbed Kaleb's arm and pulled him outside, the rain was slowing down, she looked up the sky and grinned. "We could have a fire in the cave tonight yea?" She let go of Kaleb's arm and twirled in circles "I am soooo free" she yelled holding up the alcohol bottles as she twirled in circles. She was feeling a bit dizzy as she stumbled towards her beat up truck.

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She got into the passenger side and rolled down the windows, sticking her head out as she felt the drops of rain hit her skin. "We are stopping at Popsey's first then heading out" she looked over to Kaleb and grinned.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love

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As the rain speckled the screen of her phone from where she sat outside, she decided maybe to go in for a while and change before she went anywhere. A constant inflow of texts had been streaming the display with constant push notifications, causing her to throw it onto the kitchen table, discarding it at least until she was ready to leave.

Despising the weather for what it was, she crawled back onto her oversized mattress like a little kitten, flopped on her back and peered at the sky light. "Ahhh," she inhaled as she spread her arms out, massaging her skin against the welcoming fabrics of her bed. Olive eyes closed, only to burst open again as she forced herself to get up. Thinking of returning to school furthermore crumpled her mood; she would much rather sleep or be with her friends.

Regardless of the slight rain, the sun still prevailed and damp weather never stopped a gig before. Jaylene forced herself from her bed, her brain fairly inactive for a girl who so often had an over abundance of possibilities, conundrums and chimeras throbbing throughout her thoughts. She slowly drudged to her dresser, pealing away her tank top as she neared her destination. Currently, her only goal was to find something suitable to wear and then be on her way to - well, wherever.

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Unhappily she retrieved an oversized, gray sweatshirt and a new pair of shorts, only because the ones she sat in outside had been seeped through by the wet surface of the damn cement wall. The cold metal of the hand-stitched studs scraped her thigh and waist as she pulled the new shorts on, quivering at the sensation. Undecidedly she rolled the seam of her sweater up, peering at her navel in the mirror and then dismissing the notion to grab her keys and cell phone, yelling into the hallway, "Vera I'll see you later!"

Her long, flaxen mane fell untamed as usual. Her fingers tangled themselves into the ends, tugging at it to loosen some small knots as she made her way onto the large driveway. She dropped herself in a heap to the driver side, looking at the cluttered center console which was strewn with papers, some having musical language written all over them, undoubtedly Brik's, and an abandoned pair of shorts that looked like they could fit a toddler, Avi's. At any point in time, Jaylene could have gotten rid of these things or returned them. But she didn't; each was a nostalgic piece of her friendships.

As her phone repeatedly reminded her to check her texts, she pulled it from her back pocket and sent out a mass message to her friends while she waited for Summer:

Any one need a ride? Stopping at Starbucks too if anyone wants anything
xoSoda Pop

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love

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Brik stared blankly at the ceiling as his doctor, Dr. Owens explained his health issues for the hundredth time. He knew the truth and no matter how many complicated words the man used, the results would always be the same. He was going to die. Point, Blank, Period. Though, the man's concerned voice was slowly melting Brik's frontal lobe, he sat there and pretended to listen without a word.

"As you can see, Mr. Hamilton, you're-"

"Brik," the sick boy said blandly. "Mr. Hamilton is my father. My name is Brik."

"...Right, Brik," Dr. Owens said with a tinge of annoyance in his tone. It didn't effect Brik though, the man should know his name by now. "You're lung tissue is slowly being taken over by the tumor. If we tried the surgery, there is a chance that we will cause internal bleeding. It's too great a risk, Mr...Brik."

Brik ripped his hazel eyes from the bland ceiling, letting them rest on the doctor. The smell of the sick and bleach assaulted his nostrils. He hated hospitals, not only because he spent most of his life in them, but mainly due to the fact that they all smelled the same: Sickness. He stood up from the hospital bed and grabbed his leather jacket from the hook that resided beside the entrance. "So, I'm going to die," he muttered bluntly, giving Dr. Owens an empty stare. "I don't want the surgery. I'll live with it as long as I can and when it finally kills me then I'll let it kill me. I don't even know why my parents made me come see you...it's a waste of your time and mine. Good day, Dr. Owens." With that being said, he left the room with his khaki skinny jeans and white v-neck shirt a bit wrinkled. He ran a hand through his unruly hair as he dug into his pockets to view the text messages that he missed from his friends on his cell phone.

To: Everyone
From: Lyfe

In need of a 'pick me up', so Lakeside, it is. I'll need a ride. @ The Hospital, come with a mocha frappacino with extra chocolate drizzle, thanks.


He hit send then began to wait. He glanced around the parking lot with a frown on his face. His chest started to ache, but he stiffened his posture and ignored the searing pain. He grunted, but thanked any higher power that would listen that no one was there to see the pained look on his face.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale

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'Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, BzzZzzzzzz'. Two text messages came in seemingly back-to-back, no surprise as Jaylene was forcing her eyes closed for minutes at a crack and opening them again, inhaling deeply. Generally when people saw this behavior, they asked if she was alright or if they were boring her due to the long intakes of breath. A lot of the time Jaylene just forgot to breathe.

When she checked her texts again, she was laying nearly flat in her car with the seat reclined as far as it would go. One of her narrow legs was propped up on the steering wheel while her other extended towards the gas pedal. The key was turned to the first notch in the ignition with only the battery running to play music on the stereo as Jaylene waited for responses. She yawned from time to time as the rain 'pitter patter'ed onto the windshield, casting odd, circular glows all over the girl from the filtering sunlight.

It wasn't until she was too late reading Kaleb's text, that a truck rumbled into her driveway. "Kite tweaked, she told me you need a ride. But ay we're hot boxing outside ur house. Hop in." the text read. Jaylene adjusted the seat and cracked the door to peek out at her friends, grinning.

She strode to the window of the truck, standing on the step bar below the door to knock on the smoked-up glass. When it was rolled down, she leaned in, her hips pressed against the metal and her feet in the air, kicking around brown, knee-high boots. Grabbing Kite by a handful of her tresses, Jaylene gave her a sloppy, playful yet harmless kiss on the mouth and pulled away to lick her lips and laugh. "Hi my beautiful babies," she crooned and grasped the ledge of where the window was lowered, balancing herself, "I have to go get Trissypoo but I'll meet you guys at Lakeside." She dropped to her normal height, her boots hitting the fresh cement of her driveway. "I'll be a half hour at the most."

Her pouty lips blew a kiss to Kaleb before she pivoted, turning on her heel to return to her car, belt up and whip out of the driveway. The tires burnt out, making smoke rise into the air as the pastel green BMW disappeared down the road at the speed of light.

Nearly running her front bumper into a corvette while attempting to parallel park, she left her car crooked and mumbled, "Fuck it," as she slid out of it. Through the glass of the Starbucks she could see Tristan conversing with one of the coffee servants. Pursing her lips, Jaylene waltzed in, catching the "Yeah because showing up like - once every month is the makings of a fine student," segment of conversation. Defensively but with a smug smirk, Jaylene riposted while putting a hand on the counter, "And the makings of a fine minimum wage hooker encompasses working at a Starbucks. So you're on your way!" Her enthusiasm was laced with sarcasm and false encouragement as she gave Tiffany a thumbs up.

"Speaking of which, just a vente, black. No cream, no sugar. Hold the spit too, will you? You're the best, Tiff." The girl behind the counter gawked, then looked to her manager who gave her a menacing, 'don't-you-fucking-dare' type of glare. When she paid, Jaylene sipped at the coffee and lifted her sweater to rub a hand across her tanned stomach. "Oh shit, I forgot. A mocha frap with extra chocolate. Make it pretty." She dug out her phone again, responding to Brik's request:
Have no fear, Sodey's here. XO

Tiffany served the extra order with a scoff. To which Jaylene threw a crumpled twenty dollar bill at her and turned to Tristan again. "Ready when you are; by the way, need to get Brik from the hospital." she gestured toward the door as the sun sank.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale

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Tristan was caught up in his sandwich when Jaylene entered the coffee place. It was Tiffany's face that had gone from one of happiness and giggles to all serious and uptight in a matter of seconds that made Tristan glance around the shop. When he first noticed Jaylene a smile came upon his face, it was always nice seeing one group. "Hey there sexy" he said as he finished what was left of his sandwich.

As Jaylene instantly started up with Tiffany saying something along the lines of Tiffany being a cheap hooker Tristan just sipped his white coco. Knowing Tiffany she needed this job too much to retaliate against Jaylene words. As Jaylene order a beverage Tiffany just gawked at Jaylene, it had appeared that the girl was about to say something when the icy stare of her boss watching from a distance made her forgot whatever it was she was going to say. As she turned from the register to make Jaylene's coffee she shot a glare in Tristan direction which he did his best to avoid. Hopping down off the counter top he threw his garbage out as Tiffany arrived back at the register with Jaylene's order.

He hopped over the counter to where Jaylene was standing getting her coffee from Tiffany who was probably wishing she could throw the hot drink all over Jaylene's tanned body. The manager shot Tristan a disapproving look which he of course paid no mind to. "Oh shit, I forgot. A mocha frap with extra chocolate. Make it pretty." Tristan glanced over at Jaylene who looked to be texting someone, he was gonna ask who the frap was for but he didn't care enough to form the words to ask the question. As Tiffany returned moments later with the frappacino the girls went about the catty exchange. "Ready when you are; by the way, need to get Brik from the hospital." Jaylene said turning to look at him which he nodded to in response "Let's get a move on." He turned to Tiffany "Thanks for everything Tiff" stretching his self over the counter he planted a kiss on her cheek then turned and left.

Once outside Tristan attention returned to Jaylene "So were going to the hospital? Is everything alright with Lyfe?" he asked as they approached Jaylene's pastel green BMW. Getting in the passenger seat he rolled down the window of the BMW it lit up a joint he had rolled up at Kyle's house. Putting the joint to his lips he gave a deep inhaling then after a moment let loose a slow exhale that had the white smoke flowing smoothly out of his mouth. He sat back in the chair repeating the process as he started playing with the car radio.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale

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Temporary as it was, the warmth from the sun faded into the dark. Away it went, eaten up by the dusky clouds which were transitioning into ribbons that looped and stretched around the upper atmosphere, transfiguring from deep, rich oranges to ebony and soft lilac. Under the mulberry hues of the sky, Jaylene's car looked ill and darker green. She wrinkled her nose at the sight then turned her attention back to Tristan who was scarfing down a sandwich, sooner that Jaylene could register and throwing it out.

Delayed, Jaylene gave Tristan a sultry, teasing look at his greeting towards her and ran her tongue along her bottom row of perfectly lasered white teeth. Tristan was a sight to see with his toned body and enticing eyes. The majority of her friends all, for sure, had one thing in common: they surpassed everyone else in Belleville when it came to the looks department.

When Jaylene's bony hand jingled the keys, Tristan placed a smooch on Tiffany's cheek. Grinning, open mouthed, the narrow blond girl started out the door, looking over her shoulder to call out, "That's enough ammo to keep the juices pumping, right Tiff?" Suddenly Jaylene turned, putting her back to the door as she opened it by pressing her spine to one of the bars. She mimed fingering herself and waved goodbye to the Starbucks employee who was glowing red with embarrassment.

"I don't know. It's probably bronchitis or some shit." Jaylene sighed as she positioned herself in the driver seat. "He's always sick anymore." Patting Tristan's thigh, she gave a wink and put her hands back on the wheel.

They drove quickly, Jaylene weaving in and out of traffic without so much as braking. Headlights and street lamps smeared in her line of vision, the momentum at which her car was going not making it feasible to sight-see. To her right, her hunky friend was smoking up and fiddling with the radio. She'd have asked for a hit had she not been a loyal slave to stardust. Her blond hair billowed out of the open windows and within the confines of the car as she navigated it skillfully through the streets.

Skidding to a stop as she found the tall and handsome Brik standing alone outside of Belleville Memorial right on Medical Drive beneath the shading sky, Jaylene whistled out the window and jerked her head to motion for him to get in. Her emerald eyes danced with anticipation of a night filled with friends, blow, and fun. She refused to crumble at her creeping suspicion that her longtime friend was battling an illness slightly more serious than a bronchial infection. Regardless of whatever gut feeling she had, it really wasn't right for her to speak on it. So she wouldn't.

"What's the verdict, bay?" Jaylene warbled as she looked back over the driver seat to offer her chestnut-haired, slightly wan friend a concerned look interbred with a delicate simper. She didn't wait long, pulling out again to head to the lake. Brik had so long been a paradox that she tried to disassemble in her mind. She knew better than to expect his hastening when it came to answering to anyone.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale

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Brik flicked his lighter, watching the dancing flames. He was a bit of a pyromaniac, but burning his hand was the least of his worries. He leaned against the brick walls of the hospital where he was protected by the roof from the pouring rain. He watched as drop after drop fell from the dreary sky and landed on the black pavement. He was like those raindrops, but in slow motion. He was falling and just waiting to crash to the earth. The flicked the lighter again, extinguishing the flame. His face was void of emotion as he stared blindly at the raindrops. The pain in his chest had subsided after much will power and prayer, but there was still an annoying dull throbbing that almost drove him mad.

He was going to die soon...

The news still felt unreal, no matter how many times he told himself. His parents sure as hell were in denial. This was their fifth 'second opinion' and every doctor said the same thing. "There is nothing that we can do, Brik." or "I'm sorry, but the tumor is too big to work around." And each time, his mother broke into tears and his father consoled her while Brik slowly grew number and number with each fucking visit. It was why he went alone today. He didn't know if he could handle his mother's tears and his father's constant 'It's okays.' It wasn't okay. Fate had fucked their son over, and all they had to say was 'it's okay...' Bullshit. All of it was pure unadulterated BULLSHIT.

The thump of the rain, seemed to calm Brik a bit. He didn't even realize that he was clutching his lighter until he felt its edge dig into his palm. With a sigh, he pushed it into his pocket and walked out of the protection of the hospital roof. He let himself be engulfed by the wet rain. It soaked his hair, made his v-neck stick to his skin, and make his jean feel saggy. He loved it. He looked up at the ominous clouds, letting them shower him. It was as if each raindrop was God telling him that he had time; time to live it up before he had to leave everything behind...if Brik was a raindrop then he wasn't just going to splash, hell no, Brik was going to go out with a fucking ground shaking BOOM!

When he bought his head back down, he was face to face with Soda's car. He shrugged before waving, opening the door and entering the vehicle. "My drink please," he said, holding his hand out from the backseat.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale

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"My drink please," came the hollow, cavernous voice from the back seat. What a flat reply. It didn't miff her, being that she was accustomed to his evasiveness. She pointed to a small six pack of Pabst by Tristan's feet and said nothing as she blew a red light, lacking regard simply because she knew her vehicle was turbo enough to avoid being T-boned.

The rain dwindled, only softly drizzling by the time the pale green BMW was climbing hills on a dirt path to the lake. As the wheels spun, from time to time getting stuck in potholes, Jaylene sighed and sat up to look beyond the trees, through the glass of the windshield, "Pretty close. We can just walk now." Shrouded by tall pines and sycamores, she parked the 5 Series off to the side of the road. Hearing some laughing and bantering a couple yards away, she smiled to herself and leaned against the closed driver's door.

She'd let them all go off, beside herself. Sure she was excited and could hardly wait but - something wasn't sitting right with her about Brik. And there was no possible way for her to cloak the inklings clouding her thoughts. But one little glimmer of hope named cocaine called to her, promising everything from pleasure to a level head with no worries. Like a loyal little puppy dog to its owner, she came when beckoned.

The woods around her grew quiet as she assumed Brik and Tristan made their way to the noises of their other friends, gathering to drink and have one hell of a night. Her shoulders stooped as she turned around to open the car door and fish out a small, packed to the brim baggy. Her friends all knew she did it, she had no shame really. It was more or less the fact that she didn't want to walk into their little banger with a weight bore on her shoulders that she couldn't shake if sober. Looking up as the stars began to bedeck and bedazzle the clearing, ebony empyrean, she hung her head in reverse.

Her focus swung back to the baggy in her hand, her free fingers grabbing her wallet. Blond hair covered the left side of her face when she bent at the waist to spill a tiny bit of the contents onto the hood of her car, making a thin column that would be pulled up into her nasal cavity via inspires through her right nostril. With shaky, eager hands, she rolled up currency to form a substitute straw.

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Being so close with all of her friends wasn't just some generic, cliche high school bullshit. What it did for Jaylene was confirm that people in the world still needed each other and operated beyond the means of money and material. People wouldn't fathom that by looking at her, that beneath the designer fabric and shitty attitude was someone capable of comprehending a life without luxury. Even more over, someone who could interpret the true tenor of real friends. Had she been penniless, she knew her friends would still be there for her. And in retrospect, that mattered a lot more than most things.

But what if one of them was perhaps - hiding something?

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale

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Brik knew the Lakeside like the back of his hand. He navigated through the sycamores and other greenery, leaving Jaylene behind so she could coke up. He personally wasn't a fan of coke, but when he was in desperate need-and I mean desperate-of a release then it would be his last resort. But To Each His Own. He could hear Summer's laughter as he grew closer to the cave. Higher than a kite, that one was. He found her hyper attitude strangely endearing. He could also make out the faint sound of Kaleb's voice. The Wild Card, probably planning his next big stunt, which Brik was willing to see, granted he got high enough. He looked behind him, seeing Tristan not too far behind. The Playboy, though, Brik didn't approve of his treatment of women...and the occasional male, it was his life and Brik wasn't one to pry.

He reached the cave after paddling one of the many boats to land. He tied it up at the dock before setting foot on dry land. He saw Summer's dancing figure and shook his head fondly. He fucking loved her, even if she was completely and utterly off her rocker. He approached both Summer and Kaleb with his hands in his pockets and his face blank. He was aware that after a few pills and some vodka, he'd turn from Snow, the cold bastard, to Lyfe, the life of the motherfucking party.

"Hey, I'm here," he said blandly. "Tristan and Soda are on their way." He raised an eyebrow at the baggie in Summer's hands. "You do plan on sharing, right? I do believe that you wouldn't want me to go without, now would you." He held his hand out and pouted slightly to convince her. "Lyfe wants happy pills too."

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale

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"I don't know. It's probably bronchitis or some shit." was Jaylene's answer to Tristan's earlier question. He really hoped that she was right because recently all of Brik's hospital visits had gotten him wondering about his pal's health. He always felt like he should just ask Brik what the hell was going on with him but as the staying stood "don't ask questions you don't really want to know the answer to." Exhaling a puff of smoke he stopped messing with the radio and sat back in his seat. "He's always sick anymore." Jaylene said patting his thigh, she gave a wink and put her hands back on the wheel, "That he is" Tristan said placing the joint back in his mouth.

As the car made a skidded stop in front of the hospital Tristan watched as Brik gave a wave then got in the backseat. "What's the verdict, bay?" Jaylene asked looking back at Brik as Tristan eyed him through the rear view mirror. "My drink please," was his response as he held out his hand for his drink. Tristan couldn't help but laugh as Jaylene drove away from the hospital. As Jaylene pointed to the six pack resting by his feet Tristan glanced over at her "I think he's talking about his frap Jay", Tristan said passing back Brik's frappacino. With a shrugged he passed a can from the six pack back to Brik to before opening his own.

By the time they reached their destination both his joint and his beer was done. "Pretty close. We can just walk now", Tristan head was starting to spin as he got out of car. Leaning his back against his door he wasn't sure if he was just hearing things or if there were people actually around him talking. "Okay so quick question. You guys hear people talk too right? Am not just tripping?" he asked as he pushed himself up off the car. As he noticed Brik walking off he followed trailing behind him, as he got to the lake that he had to cross to get to the cave he just paused. He may be have but he wasn't a total dumb ass, he was just gonna wait there for a moment until Jaylene brought her ass along. That way if he did end up falling into the lake there was a slight chance that he wouldn't end up drowning.

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The fire entrance Kaleb, but nothing could bring Kaleb from the flames like a bag of goodies. It had all sorts of choices, taking his time Kaleb picked out two capsules of Molly, immediately consuming one to chase it with tequila. He wasn't sure when he became such a slave to the high, to the party life. He never felt so alive though, as he did in these moments.

Wrapping his arms around Summer from behind, he nestled into her hair with the intimacy that should only be expected of a significant other. To others it may seem weird, but those familiar to Kaleb understood that he was overtly affectionate and doting to his female friends. An odd combination of the intimacy of a lover, and the fierce protectiveness of a brother - he though of his female friends as 'his girls'.

Not that he cared any less about the guys, as Lyfe rolled up he was filled with the same amount of joy as seeing Maddie or Bones. But the men could protect themselves, Kaleb felt an obligation to his girls. High fiving Life as a greeting he handed him the bag, then whispering into Summer's ear. "Before we dance, just hold still my dear."

Pulling her hair all over one shoulder, Kaleb poured tequila along the other one, breaking the Molly capsule across her dampened skin. Smoothly, Kaleb ran his tongue along the trail along her shoulder to her neck - the chemical taste of Molly and smokiness of tequila filling his mouth. He grabbed her dome, kissing the side of her head before spinning her out and proceeding to dance.

Although Kaleb had rhythm and a little training in break dancing, he never felt like he had to care about what his friends thought about him while he danced. That was one of the things he loved about them, there had never felt so comfortable around someone. After a little bit he put down the tequila bottle, sparking a cigarette, this time remembering to offer one to Kite.

"Take one before I hear you bitching about it later." He said, throwing the pack into her hands before ruffling up he hair. Squinting across the lake he saw Tristan stranded with no boat, annoyed Kaleb shot Lyfe a look. "Seriously Lyfe, you couldn't have waited for them to cross the lake?" He asked, half joking. Kaleb the. Went to the boats, tying them together so that he could paddle them both across the lake so they could leave one behind. "I'll be right back." He said before pushing the boat until it buoyed, hopping into it and balancing himself carefully.

He took his time crossing the lake, paddling for two canoes wasn't easy. Kaleb considered himself sort of the alpha male - wether people liked it or not there had to be one. But out of all the friends he was surely the most hands on, and probably the most confrontational. He felt the need to be the one to check people when they were slipping, but he never held it against someone or meant to be rude. Lyfe would understand this most likely and not be offended by Kaleb's teasing.

Finally reaching Tristan, Kaleb gave his bro a toothy grin. Jumping back onto land, he gave Tristan a hand shake/hug hybrid, patting the boy on his back. "Yo, where's Soda?" He asked, peeking into the woods. Tristan didn't have to tell him before Kaleb figured it out. The girl was mostly likely getting wired. Looking back at Tristan, Kaleb smiled with grim intentions, "Yo, you can go ahead, don't wait on us." He said, jogging in the direction that he remembered as where Jaylene normally parked.

Not the least bit surprised when he was right, Kaleb walked in just as the girl neatly took a line off of the hood of her car. The girl was a beautiful mess, and another one of his girls. "Oh for me? You shouldn't have." He said, plucking the Baggie from her finger tips. Sitting on the hood of her car, he withdrew the keys to Summer's truck. Digging the key into the bag, the fine white powder packed into the crevice that ran up the metal. Returning the Baggie to Soda, Kaleb took the bump with tenacity. The powder felt like it stayed in his nose, making him repeatedly sniff to try and get rid of the smell - but it would stick all night. "Did you hear anything from Maddie?" He asked, figuring Soda would figure out where the girl probably was.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love

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Avery Campbell


More content to watch the rain fall from her window than anything else, Avery failed to see that the battery in her phone had died, night was beginning to fall before she plugged it in and turned it on. Instantly her frail hand was assaulted with a string of vibrations, indicating she had missed several text messages. Kite was throwing a party and by now she was late as fuck, saying the curse aloud she instantly began jabbing at her phone:

To: Everyone
From: Bones

SHIT!! I'm coming!!


After sending the message she went to her closet, nothing fancy, just a small walk-in with a light and a mirror. She ran her hands along the fabrics until she found a cute little black tee and her one of her favorite shorts. As she undressed she looked herself over in the mirror and hated her reflection. No matter what anyone told her all she could see was fat. Pinching her arms, her stomach, her sides, there was too much skin, too much fat. Shaking her head, Avery dressed herself, and wouldn't ya know it, she couldn't connect the button of the shorts to the clasp, granted they were 2 sizes smaller than what she was supposed to be fitting in. It just made her feel worse about herself, about her already light weight, and all she wanted was to loose more of it.

"You fat little bitch.......one day I will fit into you." She shook her head as she tore off the jean shorts and made another selection, the new shorts wern't bad, but she was in a bad mood. She didn't like the way the outfit went together, so even though the air outside was muggy, she found a hoodie and wrapped it around her small shoulders before zipping it halfway up. It was baggy enough to conceal the 'fat' that only she could see, hitting the lights she went to take her vitamins.

Avery's parents were on another business trip so she was alone, they didn't know she was anorexic so to keep up appearances she opened the fridge and took out some food, Avery had gotten good at estimating the amount of food a person of her size would normally eat in a day. There was a frozen waffle, some butter and syrup, 2 slices of bread, some mustard, lettuce, a few slivers of turkey and a can of soup, and all of it would be flushed down the toilet. While she didn't eat, she didn't mind drinking. The girl wanted to be skinny, but she didn't want to kill herself, she couldn't imagine leaving her friends behind. Avery took out the vitamins that kept her healthy enough and popped them, one after the other, using a glass of orange juice to wash them down with.

Once she was finished she left the house, locking up and popping the keys into the pocket of her shorts. It wouldn't take long for her to get to the cave considering she was the closest one to it, pulling her hood up she made he way closer, anticipating seeing the ones who made her world go round, her protectors, her best friends, her family.

Avery was ready to have fun, and as she drew closer to the lake she could see both Kite and Soda's car, it didn't take the small girl long to find Soda and Kaleb near Soda's "baby". She heard Soda's voice first:

"No. Probably off getting rammed by Mordecai. At least someone's getting lucky."

Bones couldn't help but chime in with her tiny voice "So I'm not the last one to the party." As she approached she seen the bag of coke in Soda's hand "But looks like I'm the farthest behind."

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Summer Vorhees

Arms wrapped around her as her body was moving, her eyes were closed as she was waiting for the LSD to take effect. Summer leaned into Kaleb and laughter escaped her throat. She always felt safe when she was in the arms of one of her friends She saw that Lyfe has joined them and was aaking for some happy pills "take your pick my Lyfe" she said in a sing song voice as Kaleb handing him the bag. "Enjoy the feeling of life, Lyfe" she grinned as she closed her eyes once more. Hearing the whisper from Kaleb made her shiver and try to stand still, which she was horrbile at, but she tried her best.

Feeling her hair be moved to one side then the liquid of tequila be poured down her shoulder she sighed happily, she tried to think of something to say but words escaped her so she just enjoyed the moment. She felt Kaleb's tongue move up her neck, which made her shiver and make her body feel alive. What was probably only a few minutes felt like hours to her, it was fucking amazing. Kaleb then started dancing with her and she opened her eyes and let her body sway to the music, her arms over her head as she just let herself feel free.

They stopped and Kaleb lit up a cigarettte then threw her the pack "thanks my wild boy" she took one out and out the cigarette to her mouth then fished a lighter from the pocket of her shorts. She lit the cigarette and breathed in, she could feel the smoke encasing her throat, breathing out she gave a look to the two boys, they looked so colorful to her, it was like paint exploded on the.

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Kaleb went off to find Soda and Tristan, she turned to Lyfe and gave him a smirk "ya know...purple suits you, better then that chalky white skin" she laughed and sat down on the ground and looked up. Thats when the idea struck her and she was going to do it, yeah they have talked about jumping off the cliff before but they never did it but today she was going to. Streaks of colors blurred her vision as she looked over to Lyfe "im going to do it...imma let go Lyfe" she finished her cigarette then untied her boots and took them off. She stood up and gave Lyfe a kiss on the cheek "ill be back" she grinned then walked over to the front side of the cave.

She wasn't going to be able to make it all the way up but she sure was going to try to get close. Her vision was impaired with different shapes and colors as she started climbing the cliff. It probably wasn't safe for her to be climbing but she didn't give a fuck, she wanted to feel alive and free. She had so many different worries in life but when she was high and tripping none of that mattered to her, nothing mattered except having the time of her life.

She lost her footing at one point and almost fell but she was able to keep hold with her hands and kept climbing. It seemed liked time just stopped when she was climbing, about twenty minutes later she stood on a small ridge and looked down. Lyfe looked small, she laughed and waved down to him, there was so many different colors in the water. It looked like a fucked up rainbow to her. She looked over to where the cars were and saw some figures of people, she waved her hands. "Hey guys!!!!! Watch me!!!! Imma Jump fuckers" she screamed and laughed as she got ready to jump.

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Brik popped the small white pills into his mouth, swallowing them dry. He glanced at Kaleb before shrugging his shoulders and waving him off. "They can swim and there is a path that they could walk on. They were walking too slowly for my liking," Brik replied dryly. His high hadn't kicked in yet, so he cringed a bit when Summer kissed him. He liked girls, but he wasn't the touchy touchy type. He listened to her babble randomly, like she usually did when she was on her high. Her constant talking was strangely soothing. He wasn't paying attention to her words, for they sounded muffled to his ears, but he just liked the airy quality that her tone possessed. He was silently not listening, but when she ran off, he didn't think much of it.

Soon, his high was kicking in and it was kicking hard. He moaned happily and for the first time all day, he smiled. His grin was wide and his face almost ached from being pulled back so far. Lyfe was here and he was ready to fuck shit up. His dilated pupils were now on the figure on the clifftop. He squinted at it, realizing that it was Summer when she screamed. He was aware that this stunt was dangerous, but since he was so high it didn't really register that his friend was about to kill herself. Instead of doing the responsible thing and telling her to get her ass back here, he raised his hands and beamed up at The Kite. "Wait for me! I wanna jump too! Let's fly together!" He started to climb the cliff with that goofy grin plastered onto his face. It took him a while to reach her, but when he did, he wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around in his strong arms.

"I fucking love you, Kitey!" He yelled as he held her close. "You smell like candy, you give me happy pills, and you share your snacks with me. That's love, I tell you! LOVE!" He stopped his spinning and kissed her cheek, snuggling her like a mother would a child. "You are so cuddly and soft, Kitey." He felt his pulse matching his fast heartbeat, but he kept holding onto her with a tight grip. "Don't you love me, Kitey Whitey. 'Cus I sure a hell love you." He glanced at his other friends that looked like tiny ants. His eyes grew wide. "HEY, GUYS! YOU'RE SO FUCKING SMALL DOWN THERE! I LOVE YOU, GUYS! I LOVE YOU SODA! I LOVE YOU, TRISTAN! I LOVE YOU, KALEB! SORRY, FOR LEAVING YOU WITHOUT A BOAT! I'M AN ASSHOLE!" He went back to snuggling Summer, completely forgetting about wanting to jump.

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"Kale," Jaylene breathed at last, "I'm worried." Her vision morphed, manifestations of a conceiving high that she had acculturated to a long time ago. Soon it would subside as the ebb made her a ruthless addict and she forgot whatever prior hypothesis she had constructed. A loud sniff echoed throughout the trees, bouncing between Jaylene's nose and rusting foliage. Her right palm pressed to her forehead as she beamed and her skin tingled; she was more of the giggly, smiley type even when blitzed, unless she was mixing her poisons. She wouldn't have been surprised if Kaleb looked down at her and raised his eyebrows as she bent over the car to gather herself, busting at the seams like someone just told her the best joke she'd ever heard.

A familiar voice broke into the potentially personal moment Jaylene and Kaleb could have been having. As she looked up, agog, she was pleased to see that Avi finally made it to the party. "Hiiii Bonesy," Jaylene mewed, leaning her head to the side, "You're right on time in my book." Pushing off of the car, she stashed the vessel that sealed in wonder dust to smile at Bones, terribly skinny and treacherous looking. And somehow it was scary-sexy, the way her bones jutted from her beneath her tight skin and how a gap had located itself generously between her thighs. This observation caused Jaylene to peer down in a daze towards her own legs as if wondering why hers looked different, the equivalent in elementary fashion of a small girl asking why males and females had different parts.

Jaylene shrugged, "Last one to the cove is a rotten egg or - something." She turned on her heel and skipped into the woods brandishing four cans of PBR and radiant bliss. In the dark, the only things possibly discernible were the platinum strands in Soda's hair rippling on the gale as pale moonlight spilled through the tree tops. From time to time her path would get obscured as she strayed from the cleared away route and slid into the water.

But she skillfully traced the edge, finding her way just fine. She was close now, she could hear the eager and excited voices of Summer and Brik. It was good to know they were both so delightfully ripped on whatever choice of narcotics, booze or stimulants they got their hands on. Throwing her head back, Soda howled like a wolf and called out, "I feel gooood!" The cold water, barely fifty degrees yet, gnawed at her thighs but she seemed oblivious to its bite. Relocating her blow, she tucked it into her bra with her cell phone. Though she waded fairly deep, the lake barely nipped at the frays of her shorts. Her slate sweater was rolled up and tucked into the underwire of her bra so that it wouldn't drag in the water. Plodding through the lagoon soon the thin girl scrabbled up the slightly inclined shoreline, grinning in a goofy way and waving as she swept water from her thighs.

Her abdomen emitted shudders, tense with the chill her skin felt but her brain neglected. Tan flesh prickled with goosebumps as she brushed dirt from her knees and pulled off damp black vans. Clambering to the highest possible pinnacle of the cliffs that overhung the cave was Summer. "Kite - ironic, I know, but need I remind you…" Jaylene called out, throwing up her hands, "You can't fly without wind and string!" A realist at best despite her high, Jaylene chased her last remark with, "How do the stars look from up there baby?!"

Staying in-step, or in-climb, rather, with the dark-haired, ravishing and wild revolutionist was Brik. He was definitely bombed off of something Kite had fished out of her goodie bag. Not generally one to favor alcohol, Jaylene set the beers down before hesitantly grabbing one. Gleaming with delight, her cheeks rosy as she sat on the earth, she popped the tab and sipped at the firewater while watching her friends with envy and wonder in her glassy eyes.

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


He laughed at Soda's guess for Maddie's whereabouts. He had the same general response on his lips. His eyes felt like they already began to become more alert, prismatic colors from the sun catching his attention. Slight hallucinogenic effect from the Molly began to kick in, stretching his vision thin and wide.

Draping an arm around Soda's shoulder, he pulled the girl close, using his other hand to poke her side. Turning to walk back to the lake, Bones appeared, eyeing the bag of coke and saying a witty greeting. Smiling like a Villian plotting ones take over, Kaleb took the slight girl under his other arm and headed to the lake before Soda took off in what she decided was a race.

Snaking an arm around Avery's waist, he tugged her close. "Geez Bones, I'm going to have to hold you close so you don't blow away." He knew of Avery's eating disorder - and although it made him upset that she continued to hurt herself, he tried not to pass judgement. "Now come on, we've got to beat Soda!" He enthused, having the girl hop onto his back and then taking off in a jog in the direction he last saw the blonde run toward.

As they neared the lake, Kaleb found himself entranced by the natural beauty of the woods. "I wonder what happens to the woodland creatures if there's a fire." He asked randomly, of course fire was on his mind. Cursing that he left his cigarettes with Kite, he let Bone's down into the boat and pushed it into the water. Soda had already taken to wading through the water, but Kaleb took the straight course of paddling to the cave.

Avery looked so little, sitting in the boat. "Be careful Mouse, if you do too much you might get sick." Kaleb had looked at Avery as a younger sister for a long time. She was very beautiful, the type of girl you just want to keep in your pocket for safe keeping. But she was going to do whatever she wanted, they all did. Making it to the cave finally, Kaleb helped Avery out of the boat, watching Summer and Lyfe from where they dangerously stood.

Instinctively, Kaleb glanced at Avery once Soda began yelling at Kite. He knew of Avery's girl crush on Summer, and although he suggested Avery just let it blow over, Kaleb had the unpleasant assumption that the two would end up together. Much like Soda, Kaleb agreed with the "don't fuck the homies" mentality. However this might have to do with the fact with the girl he did want to sleep with was a lesbian. Soda made it to the cave, the fringe of her shorts wet from her journey.

Charging toward her, Kaleb wrapped his arms around Soda, hoisting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before spinning her around and round. "Now tell me who you love before I throw you into this water- clothes an all!" Kaleb shouted, his toes coming to the edge of the water.

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"Hiiiiiiii baby," Tristan's head spun around as Jaylene approached him looping her arm around his waist. "Oh, you smell good." Tristan laughed as Jaylene buried her face in his side and breathed him in, "That would be the smell of my weed with just a cologne" he said jokingly as the two high teens stumbled forward heading towards the cave. "You know I always - I don't screw around with my friends. Because you don't fuck your friends." Tristan gave a lite chuckle "Yeah. Well, can't be a manwhore all the time." As Jaylene started to ramble Tristan pondered why he had never tried anything with any of his friends. It's not like any of them were of attractive, at the end of the day it was just that to him they were the only family he had and risking that for sex just wasn't worth it to him.

The feeling of Jaylene releasing him from her grasp drew him back in "Stay there I'll be back!" Tristan sighed "Make it quick!" he shouted as she disappeared back tracking into the woods. He had no idea what she was going back for but what ever it was she sure as hell better be sharing. Tristan was standing in the quiet with his eyes closed just listening to sounds of nature. Tristan hadn't even opened his eyes when Kaleb pulled him into a hand shake/hug, patting him on the back. "Yo, where's Soda?" Tristan just stood there although he had heard the question was body wasn't forming the words to respond. Fortunately for him his assistance wasn't really needed as Kaleb left him headed down the same path Jaylene had just taken.

Kaleb had given Tristan the go ahead but Tristan didn't hadn't moved, he was to involved with in his buzz to move. He just felt so numb to it all which is a feeling he had learned to love over the years. All his senses seemed enhanced all he just stood in one spot staring at some freaky looking bug sitting on the bark of a tree. Tristan mind just now registering that he was all alone allowed his legs to move in the direction of the cave. He stumbled and staggered as he walked through the woods but as he finally reached the site of the party Lyfe and Kite were nowhere in site. The booming sound of Brik's voice caused Tristan to look up and see himself and Summer about to appearently jump off of a cliff. That was far from a bright idea but what more could you expect of two high ass teenagers.

As Soda Pop arrived with Kaleb and Avery would must have shown up when they went back to the car, Tristan's eyes immediately zoned in on the beers. Now he knew what she had gone back to the car to get and he was glad she had. Walking over to where she stood he took a beer from the pack after he and opened it was ease letting the drink slid down his throat. Looking back up at Brik and Summer he wondered if they were actually crazy enough to jump, taking another gulp on beer he stared up at them waiting to see what they would do. He attention turned from the crazies up above to the ones standing around him. He laughed as Kaleb through Jaylene around his shoulder and threatened to put her in the water. The idea of pushing them both into the water crossed his mind but he let it go as he went with lighting up a blunt instead.

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Image It was before her mashed mind was able to register it that Kaleb returned, swooping under her somehow and managing to heave her up onto his shoulders. Before her abdomen rested across his surprisingly strong frame, she tried to stop him but to no avail. "Well h-hey!" She squealed a little, spilling her beer all over and even some down the back of Kaleb's shirt. With a mock pout, she playfully drummed her hands against Kaleb's spine after surrendering the Pabst to gravity. "Now tell me who you love before I throw you into this water- clothes an all!" He said, making her stomach flop for a moment due to how far off the ground she was as her brainpower slurred.

"Bay. Bay. BAY! I love you!" Submitting to him, she sagged and reached her arms as far as she could to smack his ass. Her blond hair was a whirl as they spun together. "Go ahead, throw me in," she dared him, "Do it! See what happens!" A ridiculously big grin refused to leave her face as the limbs of her tall, dark and handsome friend bore her weight. Small feet kicked wildly in the air. Somehow it was heavy, muggy even. She wasn't cold and well - maybe that was the drugs.

To herself, as she swung a little, she muttered sincerely, "I do love you, wild thing." So happy was she with her friends and how close they all were, that she never wondered if someone was thinking about her at night. A lot of girls her age would cry themselves to sleep and feel outcasted. Not to assume that she was never there persay, but she hadn't been there in a long, long time. Someone was always thinking of Soda in the way that she was always thinking of them, pasting their memories into photo frames and preserving their sentiments in laminated crafts.

Occasionally from where she was held, she'd oscillate her gaze to look longingly at the heights her other friends were climbing to in the precarious nightfall. Yet they all felt invincible and amongst themselves, they were just that. Visions of Tristan passed in blurs as he too helped himself to a can of beer. Sporadically the smell of his cologne and toxicant of choice would spike her senses with ferocity.

Adjusting her long fingers to grasp at the fabric of her shirt, she raised herself just enough for her whisper to twist into his ear only, "You're good at making me feel alive." Her thoughts were interrupted by the siren's disjointed calling from the cliffs above.

"Baby as soon as you come down, this little monkey is going to be all over you!" Then Soda saw Brik - no longer Brik but Lyfe and full of it as he altered into his full-spectrum of beautiful color and triumph. Around her, the euphoria was vibrant and throbbing with sentience and substance. This was what she lived for, what she loved to see and the very thing that kept her alive.


-Current song playing from the radio-

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Lyfe watched Summer jump and with that wide grin, he stepped to the edge. He could see the world morphing into an electromagnetic spectrum of light. He could have swore that he had the ability to see radio-waves swimming over his head. The cloud were no longer menacing, but they were friendly with faces like cartoon characters. He waved at them and they waved back. He then looked down at the water, seeing it turn bright orange before his eyes.

"Wow," he whispered, his grin growing. "Lyfe is going to fly!" He jumped off the edge, feeling the wind rush around him, his one thought was: I'm a raindrop...I'm falling...If this is what dying feels like then bring it on. He was engulfed by the water, surrounded by peace and silence. He held his breath and it burned his chest. He didn't care. He could finish himself off right here and now, just hold his breath and stay under until his lungs gave up. It would be so easy...much less painful than letting cancer destroy them. He stayed under, his lungs screaming for air and his mind beginning to feel deprived of oxygen. So easy...the colors swirled around him like Edvard Munch's The Scream. So simple...everything was slowly melting away. So...his heartbeat was slowing, his lungs were on fire. I'm a raindrop...I fell...I splashed...I'm free...

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


Hardly noticing the beer that spilled down his back from manhandling Sodapop, Kaleb laughed as Soda struggled against her hold until she finally slumped, accepting her fate. Finally answering his question that it in fact was Kaleb whom Jaylene loved he felt the snap of her hand against his rear - making the young man jump in a combination of excitement and surprise. The drugs had already lowered his inhibitions significantly - which were already dangerously low to begin with.

"Hey! Watch your hands missy, or else I might just have to not watch mine..." He said in a low guttural voice, running his hands up her thighs, his fingers skimming just under the fringe of her shorts. As she dared him to drop her in the water, he laughed, "Don't tempt me Jaylene - you should know better than to dare me to do anything." Daredevil could loosely be used to describe Kaleb. Although he was mainly the one putting others up to impossible drunken stunts - he could never say no to a dare.

ImageHowever this time he put down Sodapop- ankle deep in the water. He watched as Summer leaped from the cliff, which seemed to go in slow motion. Amazed, Kaleb kept his eyes trained on Kite her whole way down, staring at the ripple in the water where her head had disappeared until she emerged from the water. Clapping his hands enthusiastically, Kaleb then cheered on Lyfe to leap - Summer's rambling distracting him momentarily. "Do I see them dancing....?" Kaleb asked tentatively, tapping his fingers on his chin. But by then Summer had moved to the fire - dancing around the enchanting flames.

Snapping his attention back to the lake, he expected to see Lyfe shaking the water from his hair. "What the-" he wasn't able to finish his sentence before he took off. Throwing his shirt aside; Kaleb ran knee deep into the water before fully submerging himself, swimming to where he had seen Lyfe hit the water. His mind felt in a frenzy, his muscles in spasms from the frigid water - however with the help of adrenaline, Kaleb was able to find Lyfe.

His body was limp, as if he was asleep, but Kaleb could hear his soft breath in his ear as Kaleb adjusted Lyfe's weight so that he could drag him through the water and back to shore. "Damnit Brik - weren't you just at the hospital..." A worried Kaleb mumbled, reaching the cave and pulling Brik onto a soft bed of moss. He pumped Brik's chest, but the boy seemed to be breathing fine - he just had to open his eyes. "Brik! Wake up you Prick!" Kaleb shouted.

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Brik was at peace, surrounded by colors and lights and sounds. He felt weightlessly heavy, loudly quiet, even happily mournful. He was gone to the world...or at least that's what he thought. He expected to see his life flash before his eyes, but instead he was met with a muffled voice. The light before his eyes grew dimmer and dimmer while the voice grew louder and louder. Leave me...please...just let me go., but against his wishes his body survived. He always survived. The white light was gone and was replaced with the faint warm amber light of the campfire. His eyes slowly opened as he coughed up water. He wheezed and heaved until the water he was coughing out was tinged with a faint pink. He spat more water and blood, feeling the pain in his chest increase. He hated this part. His throat felt raw and his tongue had a bad taste to it.

After wiping his mouth, Brik glanced around the cave with hazy eyes. He spotted Kaleb near him. He laid his head back on the ground and coughed some more. "Fuck," he muttered hoarsely. "So close..." His high was ruined and Lyfe was gone, replaced with Snow. He was staring dully at the cave's rocky ceiling as the pain in his chest grew in size. He grimaced at the searing pain, not liking that Kaleb was here to see it. He wanted to drift away because he was sure that his actions would raise questions. So close...

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"Don't drink all the beer Trist!" Kite yelled from above down at him. Tristan chuckled "I make no promises!" he shouted back in response as he took a gulp of the beer before putting his blunt in his mouth. Before he knew it Summer was free falling and as he watched her she seemed to be moving in slow motion as he body finally hit the water below. "That shit was cool," he said as he looked from the water back up the cliff where Life was standing, "Am sure as hell not going to do it myself but I will admit that it was cool." Finally resurfacing "wow that was fucking awesome" is what Kite said before swimming back to others and climbing out of the water. As she started mumbling about something dancing Tristan just shook his head, she was so baked.

It was only moments after Kite started dancing around the fire with Avery that it was Lyfe who was now leaping off the edge. If it wasn't for the weed and alcohol in his system Tristan may have actually seen all his friends reckless behavior at the moment to be at least some what concerning but in his current state this was nothing more than awesome fun. At least it was all fun and games until Lyfe's body hadn't resurfaced like Summer's had, as Kaleb jump into action Tristan made his way over to the waters edge in time to see Kaleb dragging himself and Brik back to shore. As Kaleb got Brik back on dry land he went into CPR mode pumping Brik's chest, the calm relaxed mood Tristan had indulging in since this after now faded with worry of Lyfe's very own life.

Now standing right behind Kaleb Tristan let out a heavy sigh of relief as Brik started coughing up the water that had almost taken his life, "And I thought Kaleb was suppose to be the daredevil of this group," he said not knowing what the hell had gotten into his friend. "Okay seeing as I know we have all being thinking it am just gonna come out and ask. Brik. What the FUCK is going on with you?!" Tristan said completely clueless as to what was going on in Brik's mind. One minute everyone was having a good time and getting all levels of fucked up and the next Brik was on a fucking suicide mission. And to make things worst he had managed to screw up Tristan's high in the process, which had just really blown his entire mood.

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Roasting, the atmosphere consumed her. She was starting to come back down but the vibes she was getting from her crew was enough to keep her content if only for a little while. Being ripped out of her mind was among her favorite avocations but when she was with Bonesy, Lyfe, Kale, Tristan, Mordi, Mads, and Summer - she felt whole. Speaking of Mads and Mordi, she wondered where they were as Kaleb's muscles held and twisted her, allowing for a bewitching panorama. But the two M's were missing from the nighttime wide view.

"Hmm!" She mewed at daring finger tips outlining the ruined seams of her jean shorts. Swatting at him, she was about to mouth her MO but instead mused, "Oh no! Please! Mama will be so upset with me! I'm a good Christian!" The gag was one of her favorites due to the fact the she was the complete opposite of a celibate-swearing-God-fearing innocent.

She tumbled to the front of him, cradled in his arms against his upper body for a moment. Snubbing her thumb against his nose, she narrowed her eyes and pouted her lips, "Arf arf." Her tongue darted between her teeth to break her smirk apart as he slid her from his grasp and into the water just in time for her to pivot and watch Kite sail from the upper crests of the cliffs and into the depths of the lake. It was one, long, beautiful movement similar to polyphonic dance in Soda's mind. She had realized at her friend's ramblings, however, that she wasn't nearly high enough.

'Dancing, monkeys, stars, flying'. Palming her face, she stood breathlessly in the lagoon until another colossal break in the water caused her to exhale violently, turning to see who came now. She only saw a split second of Brik before he disappeared beneath the surface while she relaxed into the atmosphere and looked as if she were asleep. Her eyes burst open, streaked with blood twines and glazed hue, following the discolored body of Brik as he was dragged ashore. Summer danced around her but Soda's mind was completely lost to the fun.

She shrugged, about to do a bump when a raucous sputter made her nearly drop the entire bag into the lake. Pivoting, her heels swishing in the reservoir, she saw what made the congested noise. Brik.

Then all the premonitions and hunches hit her tenfold as she paced over, damp from the calf down. Looming over him, she tilted her head and said nothing. Tristan nearly pushed past her, interrogating the circumstances in which Brik had come to hack up chunks of crimson and water. Surely it wasn't just the high that made him do it. Patting Tristan's shoulder, she gestured him away, leaning on her tippy toes to say something quietly into his ear.

"I don't think it's up for discussion. I'll handle it." Crouching, she reduced in size beside Brik who was just moments ago fearless and untouchable. Elbows rested on her knees while bony fingers dangled between them. Her lips slanted back and forth as she mulled over what to say, her high unreservedly diminished in the recent turn of events. When she looked at his own blue lips, she fought back a frown and forced a painstaking smile, "You're gonna' catch pneumonia or some sort of contemporary bullshit that all these people have been contracting from lake water lately." His body surged as his trachea hawked unpleasantly.

"But sounding like that - we should probably get you home. Or wherever you need to go to get some rest. Vera is a good nurse if you wanna' crash in my parent's room." It wasn't until she finished the proposal that she realized she'd been holding back her breath again. Her sternum gasped and her lungs felt like they were going to claw their way out. The world around her turned dull again, ordinary and somewhat depressing.

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Conflicted. That was only one word to describe Brik's feelings. Numb was another. He was back to his distantly emotionless self. He did, however, missed his short-lived (no pun intended) high. He simply blinked blandly, giving Tristan and Jaylene an empty stare. In Brik's mind, there was nothing but resentment towards Kaleb. He couldn't blame the guy, if their roles were reversed, he probably would have jumped into the water too, but he couldn't help the faint annoyance he felt about being saved. He could have been taken away from all the pain and the worries. He could have finally broke free of his chains, but Kaleb just locked him back down and hid the key, without even knowing it. He listened to Tristan rant, but said nothing, simply blinking once...twice...three times. He might have looked indifferent, as if he didn't just try to commit suicide, but in his mind he was weighing the pros and cons of telling them all the truth.

The truth: That he was just waiting to die and was simply using a less painful method to speed up the process. He doubted they would take it well. He was aware that each of them had their own lives, issues, sins, and because of that knowledge, Brik didn't want to add to their baggage. Lung cancer was seriously not a load that anyone should have to carry, whether they are diagnosed with it or not.

He sighed, pulling off his wet shirt and pants. He was soaked to the bone and he was getting cold. He slowly stood up, using Kaleb's shoulder as support. He felt a tad woozy, but he just finished drowning so wooziness was to be expected. Slowly and steadily, he went to the stack of clean, dry clothes on the other side of the cave. He still wasn't answering Tristan's question, in hope that he might give up. It was best if they didn't know...He was saving them all from grief. Clad in his soaked boxers, Brik pulled them off too, just as Summer entered the cave. He was glad she was taking their minds off of his little stunt. He could have snuggled her again, which is saying something since he was now sober. Naked, Brik searched for a dry pair of boxers. He didn't care if they saw his body. He had no shame. He picked up a pair of super man boxers, slipping them on along with a pair of black jeans and a gray hoodie that said: 'OBEY' on the front. He sat next to the fire in silence as he warmed himself up. He didn't look at anyone, just watched the flames with no expression on his face. When Summer stopped talking, he waved them off and nodded in agreement, but didn't say a thing. He concluded that the less they knew, the better off they were. He was doing this for them because he loved them all. They were family and he didn't want to see his family hurt because of him.

"I'm fine..." he said hollowly, his eyes still on the fire. "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay." He usually wasn't a liar, but today was an exception.

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He went away without a word. Soda was forced to roll her eyes as she strode away from the cave and to the open mouth of the shore where she would sit, agitated. She knew things. She knew. And it wouldn't be possible to openly convey them so they would become rebellious prisoners in her soul. He looked like he was deteriorating, for Christ's sake. Why was it so hard to accept help?

A dirty look streaked across her face, but she was more or less giving it to herself. All of her friends were different and she loved them for that but when she offered a hand to someone and they paid no heed to it she got heated. No one was exempt from that. Inwardly she rebuked herself for giving a shit enough to offer to someone who barely said three words to her. In fact that was all he had said to her. "My drink please." Friends? For what? What was she anyway? A servant?

She thought it best to relax. Yeah, she was just letting her irritation and the loss of her high get to her. Irate as she was, it was no one's fault. She dug her toes into the thick, dark soil that mucked her feet.

In all the confusion of Brik being dragged ashore Soda had completely forgotten about stashing her coke in her bra again. Generously she helped herself to two ore three bumps. Her body became quivery with the abuse of the stimulant as her narrow shoulders loosened and she relaxed to lean back. Above her, the sky whispered nothingness and promises all at once. "Yeah, okay," she breathed, slowly batting her verdant eyes which harbored barely visible pupils from extreme contraction. She spoke, babbled and replied to no one at all as she widened them, the dark circles in the center of the iris expanding so rapidly it looked painful.


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Kaleidoscopic ghosts danced around her, talking nonsense and making her brain buzz. They muddled and slurred, pirouetted and blurred then shot off into the sky, reminiscent of movies she watched when she was little. Suddenly she pictured sleeping beauty and her fairy god mothers which made her unwind into fits of laughter.

She became oblivious to the way her body was quaking, too taken by the hypnotism offered by the unhinging of her cerebral matter and the soothing tones of happiness resonating from her friend's in the cave. When she related back to the vexation she felt at Brik's silent treatment, she wished she hadn't just pushed past Summer. Summer would have deflected the bad vibes. Summer was good for that - her batshit crazy antics never failed to scoop Jaylene out of whatever rut she was in. And that's why they were all friends, right? That's why they all got on so well. They picked each other up.

But the secrets...

A flood of emotions washed over her as she thought of how her dad casually dismissed her so often. Then she was hit with the anxiety she felt when her grandfather passed away and it was oddly correspondent with the feeling she got upon taking in Brik's ashen appearance. And then came the irrepressible joy she felt when she was having a good time with her friends and all together it was too much to stomach. She wrenched, scrabbling onto all fours to spew bile into the lake.

"That's nice. Just beautiful," she croaked to the ghosts who were hovering above. The flaxen-haired girl who was seized by the force of her body, having no choice but to litter the oxbow, grinned and spat. "I love my life."

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


Not long after he pumped Brik's chest, the boy had rolled onto his side spewing blood mingled with water across the floor of the cave. His high still in effect, Kaleb found himself staring into his stomach contents. Blood Was all he could think as Tristan asked the question that was an all their minds. They were supposed to be friends, and every day Brik grew more and more distant, withering away and visiting the hospital more frequently. Did he think they were all stupid? That they couldn't see through his front?

The accusatory stare he blazed into Kaleb's direction made Kaleb's face slate from worry into an emotionless vault. 'I just saved your life. Kaleb thought venomously, walking away from the paled boy who seemed like he couldn't care less about the friendships they all had made over the years. Yet again he grabbed the tequila bottle, taking a shot before walking over to Summer as she tried to lessen the tension.

His face remained stagnant, but inwardly he smiled at Summer - he always preferred calling her by her given name, at least when they were alone or mentally. It was so fitting for her, she was like the sun rising on their cloudy mood. An image of the sun tattooed on his inner wrist flashed to mind, although he had never admitted it, it was meant to signify Summer. As she asked for a paper, Kaleb walked to the boat where his jacket remained, withdrawing a pack of joint papers he always kept on him. Carefully selecting one he then handed it to Summer, swinging his bottle as he walked.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Brik once again pretended like nothing was wrong. Kaleb didn't often lash out at his friends, he never wanted to lose control of his anger around them, however Brik was pushing it. Instead Kaleb kept his mouth shut, wrapping an arm around Bones from where she stood. With the affection of a brother, he kissed the top of her head. Not many saw his much of a broken girl Avery truly was, however as her unofficial big brother he knew it all, or so he thought. He knew seeing a friend that she perceived as another big brother role almost die could be upsetting. Kaleb once again felt the need to jump to his girls' needs. "He said he'll be fine, I wouldn't worry about it." Kaleb said nonchalantly before the girl could ask.

Summer rolled the joint, and Kaleb could see a burning blunt in Tristan's hand. "Pass that shit, homie." Plucking it from the boy's hand, Kaleb neatly brought the blunt to his lips - taking a slow and long hit. He felt like he owed Brik nothing, he had just saved the damn kids life! Brik should've been kissing Kaleb's ass right now, but instead Kaleb was made to feel like the bad guy for being the one to grant him another chance, sometimes Brik could be..."So selfish." Kaleb thought out loud acidly, spitting onto the floor a piece of the broken up Cannabis that had flew into his mouth as he took his last hit, handing the blunt to Bones just next to him.

Sodapop, who he was sure would be angered as well at Brik's indifference to his friend's concern, took out her cocaine once more, taking a few bumps. He thought about his cigarettes, he definitely needed one after all this. Detaching himself from Bones, Kaleb saw where Summer had laid down his cigarettes, plucking the red and white pack to withdraw one tobacco packed paper, lighting it with his zippo that he also had left in his jacket.

Bones had returned the blunt to Tristan, Kaleb noted, eyes then shifting to Jaylene as her body began to shake, a sure sign that she was getting sick. She walked to the lake, Kaleb watching carefully but remaining where he was. Jaylene didn't like being babied, Kaleb had learned, if they all were to rush to her as soon as she keeled over it would most likely result in her making a witty remark that they were worrying too much. However as the girl landed on all fours, heaving into the water, Kaleb rushed to her side. Reaching her once she brought herself upright, murmuring "That's nice, just beautiful.", Kaleb gathered her into his arms, helping pull her to her feet and keeping her small frame pressed against his chest. Sweetly his hand petted her hair, then rubbing her back in a soothing movements.

He loved his friends, it pained him to see Brik treat them like strangers and hide his pain. It hurt him to see Sodapop's body betray her and get sick from being overwhelmed with drugs and drama. He remembered the words Soda had whispered in his ear just before he set her down.

"Your good at making me feel alive."

It was a tender notion, that the boy who set fires to tell alive could ignite life in another. But Jaylene was his girl, as was Madison and Avery and Summer. He tried to be all they ever needed in a man. It was easy to be sweet and kind to a friend, they were all such affectionate people their sentiments to one another seemed to lose its sexual appeal and just seemed normal. None of his girl friends really had a serious boy friend, but to a few that he knew were talking to his girls it would be lying if Kaleb said he hadn't had a "talk" with them - intimidating them into never breaking their hearts.

But he had to admit he couldn't do everything for them, a girl had needs after all. Kaleb figured that's what flings were for, or masturbation. But besides that, Kaleb would be the only boyfriend they would ever need. Holding Jaylene close, he softly swayed to the music the radio played although the beat of the song was much quicker than the rhythm he moved in. "You know when we first thought about your name Sodapop, I was reminded of that book the Outsiders - have you ever read it?" Albeit her response he continued, "I thought it was so perfect for you, the kid Sodapop in the book was this happy guy that all the girls loved, he had blonde hair like yours. Anyways, what made me think it fit you the most is because of how sincere he was. This dude would do anything for his homies," he smiled down to the gorgeous girl he held in his arms, gently kissing his forehead, "just like you would. Brik will come around and tell us what's up eventually, just give him time. Maybe he needs to figure something's out himself before he lets us in." Kaleb wasn't very good at calming himself down, but he thought he was a damn pro at helping others. He looked back to where the group stood, feeling his gut wrench in discomfort as the drugs began to take more of an effect. That was what he really enjoyed about molly, the high just kept growing more and more until you fell into a hallucination filled dreams.

The had made this life for themselves, fueled on drug spun memories and partying teens had put the selves in a life so many looked down on. Kaleb closed his eyes, images running through his mind of their days. Sodapop posing for a picture he had taken - tongue blue and looking beautiful as always. The one day he had gotten so drunk he had fallen, a vision of red heels and the woman who wore them legs, and her friend. It had been his last memory of that party that had been so wild he woke up on a floating device in their pool with no recollection how he had gotten there. It was nights like that they lived for, but were they just living life now to only struggle later?
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"One fish," her debauched mind materialized visions. She jabbed fingers towards the water as she tried to make her nausea retreat, "Two fish, red fish…" With horrifying crookedness her body lurched, banishing whatever food that took up quarters in her stomach. "Bluuuuuuuuue fish," her voice pinged upward as she let out a grumble followed by her dropping her head between her tapered shoulders. Ash blond hair fell all around her frame; as she steadied herself with her left palm, the right hand gathered her hair and twisted it into her fingers. The forest warped around her, preparing her for its midnight snack. At least that's the way her brain envisaged it all. However, she was careless and consumed. Clumsily she tore off her sweater and wiped her mouth with it, leaving her in only a chopped-up tank top she cut out herself.

Recitals began to disorderly fly from her mouth, a habit to keep her breathing and abandon headaches, "Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing and if neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell!" She was about to yammer on some more when a twig snapped just behind her.

Sylvia, you are a kindred spirit to my ever aching soul,
she silently told herself, what a sappy little fuck I've become; this blow is really getting me. Strange was it not; Kaleb had come to her rescue, though, she didn't really need it. But unlike Brik, Soda was more prone to acceptance of kind gestures despite she herself so often being a ruthless bitch. Their bodies mashed together, Kaleb's warm hands grazing against her now undulated tresses. And in seconds, the moment was over as she was replaced into nature, clammy and ripped out of her natural mind.

There was an uncanny understanding Kaleb and Soda shared for the longest time. She wasn't sure if he saw it the way she did, but something told her he at least had a clue. The two of them were prone to snide remarks and reticent inward drama. Like her other friends, she was bonded to him. But in a slightly different fashion. Between them there existed a harlequin parallel that consisted of broken family ties, substance dependency, quiet abhorrence, and opposite universes meeting as one.

He brought her in again. She remembered to breathe. The expiration left her mouth at a snail's pace while she pressed her head as close to his shoulder as she could get, like she was trying to crawl inside of his skin. By the time the breath had subsided, he was finishing a sentiment about the significance of her group-appointed nickname. "I liked the book better than the movie," she grinned into his body and shook her head, "Wild Card; you're not that to me. You're my Kale, wild as all hell. But you're just Kale." For the most part it was all true what he said, she would go above and beyond for her friends. But after Brik's brush-off, she was feeling less charitable.

"You're good to all of us," it began to feel like she was hardly touching the ground while they rocked to the beat together and the blow made her veins jolt beneath the skin, "I hate the cliche bullshit people think when they look at us. Like, 'hey there's a bunch of druggie teens who are bonded by what they think is a hard life', and that's not it at all. What a fucking pseudo generalization. I just have friends that I love and accept me for what I'm not. I put it like that because you guys - never make me feel like I have to live up to some criteria. I'm getting away from my point. Kaleb I'm twisted as hell right now. I just know that I love you."

She sagged as she forfeited her body to the impact of cocaine, glad her eyes were pressed to Kaleb's sternum so that she wouldn't be distracted by the psychedelic ghosts who had kept her company and comfort before he arrived. "Brik will come around and tell us what's up eventually, just give him time. Maybe he needs to figure something's out himself before he lets us in." A scoff escaped her lips as she tortuously admitted, "I care more than I should."

"Not just for Brik - I… Well…" Jaylene paused to barely touch her nose to his chin, peering like a puppydog up into his glassy, unlit sable eyes. "I care like you do for Kite. Not like I'm playing favorites or some shit - I don't know. Not like that. You know I don't really mess with romantic interests or some lame shit. Ugh. Nevermind." She shook her head.

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As Summer danced around Jaylene, the blonde didn't seemed to take up her offer, instead Soda made her way over to Brik. She watched as Brik just shrugged Soda off and went to get in some dry clothes. She didn't know what to think or do, everything seemed off about tonight especially since two of their friends haven't even made it here. A sigh escaped her lips, she looked over to see that Soda took a few bumps but few minutes later she got sick, Kaleb was by Jay's side. She smiled at them both before she started wandering away from the group, she was still high from the pills, and something caught her eyes.

She wasn't one to usually stray from the group, she liked to stay with them because it comforted her but tonight everyone seemed a little bit off. It was weird and she wasn't exactly sure if she liked it. She walked into the water and walked towards the forest as she saw something sparkle in the forest, it was bright and it caught her attention. She wanted to find out what it was, maybe it would be something that made her feel more like herself. She looked back at her friends before she continued onto the bank of land and into the forest.

"Stop moving" she yelled to the sparkly thing that started to form into different shapes and colors. It was close to midnight so the forest was dark and there was many different sounds coming to Summer's ears. She looked behind her, no longer able to see the cave but it didn't fase her as she kept on walking. She was cold and her skin was itchy, she rubbed her hands on her arms as she stopped and spinned in a circle no longer able to see the shiny object that caight her attention "where are you" she whispered as she looked around.

She started getting a feeling that someone was watching her, she has been getting this feeling a lot over the last few weeks but she always seemed to blame it on her high, sometimes she wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. Reality seemed to diappear from her at points and the more she got high the longer it took for her to come back. She tried to hide things from her friends, she didn't want them to think she was crazier then what they already thought. She had a feeling they thought she was a little out there, hell she knew it was true, but sometimes she wished she could be normal but that would never happen.

As the feeling of someone watching her grew she sat down in the grass and shook her head "No ones there Summer, just your imagination...a bad trip" she murmered to herself as she itched her skin on her arms. "How do you know that". Summer whipped her head around as she heard anothers voice, her eyes wide as she stood up "your not real your not" she yelled as she tried to figure her way back to the cave. "I am real and I want you Summer, I always have".

Summer gripped her head and crumpled down to the ground once more "your mot real your not" she whispered, figures started to appear in her vision as everything just started to twirl, trees were coming towards her. The silhoutte of a figure was hovering over her as she tried to digure out what to do, nothing made sense at the moment but at the same time it did. It was very confusing.

She curled up in a ball of the forest "Leave Me Alone!" she screamed, everything was coming towards her, she felt trapped and claustrophobic. She just wanted to get away but she could see no opening for her to run. Figures, trees, the night sky was just coming too close, too close for comfort. She literally felt like she was losing her mind.

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Tristan just stood there waiting for some kind of explanation from Brik about his close near-death experience that he had just put everyone through. As the soaking wet boy sat just staring up at him blinking Tristan felt himself getting more and more pissed, when Brik was high he was one of the coolest people to be around. He was carefree and had sense of humor and yet the second his high went away he was always this distant asshole that Tristan at times really just wanted to choke. Jaylene must have sense his growing anger because as she joined him and Kaleb she whispered in his ear "I don't think it's up for discussion. I'll handle it." Tristan glanced at her as she then went down on Brik's level and tried to talk to him, but of course in true Brik fashion he just blew her off.

This only stood to make him angry as he looked down at a Jaylene he just shook his head "Can't say you didn't try," he said as he followed behind Brik. As Brik stripped out of his wet clothes Tristan took a seat near Summer by the fire, this night was slowly going to shit and he was not happy about it. Once done changing his clothes Brik too took a seat by the warmth of the fire, Tristan eyes locked on Brik who eyes were fixed on the fire. "I'm fine..." Tristan heard him say, "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay." Tristan just rolled his eyes he had no words left for Brik, at this moment Tristan just wanted his high back.

Taking the blunt from Summer he took several hits as he waited for the drug to take effect. As Kaleb soon came over he took the blunt out of his hand "Pass that shit, homie." Tristan laughed, after Kaleb's saver rescue on the unappreciative Brik Tristan could understand his need for the blunt at the moment. As the blunt was passed on Tristan mind began to wandered and he couldn't be more happy. This is the reasons he loved getting high, when you were high you didn't have a care in the world. Any and all problems that were on your mind moments ago just evaporated into the nothingness.

When Kaleb got up and started walking away from the fire Tristan's eyes fell on a sick Soda, he always felt bad for her when the drugs she tried to use to make herself feel good rebelled against her. With Kaleb on the mission of comfort Tristan got the blunt from Avery and put it back in his mouth. After a couple of hits Tristan returned the blunt to Bones as he body numbed he felt at ease. He closed his eyes blocking out the rest of the world as he just let the drugs and the warmth of the fire mellow him out.

When Tristan reopened his eyes he glanced around and noticed that something wasn't right. Brik and Avery were still near him and he could see Kaleb and Jaylene by the water but Summer had vanished. Standing up he did a quick double take of the cave making sure it wasn't just his mind fucking with him. Walking over to where Kale and Jay were he looked down at them "Hey guys, where the hell is Kite?" he asked hoping they would know something he didn't about his missing in action friend.

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Brik found himself feeling cold internally, though externally he was warming up. The flickering flames were his entertainment and the bottle of Jack Daniels that was being caressed by his fingers was his comfort. He took a hardy gulp without taking his eyes away from the flames. He imagined himself being engulfed by them, but instead of feeling pain, he felt that release that he earned for. Although, he did just attempt to kill himself, not even ten minutes ago, he wasn't interested in being burned alive. He was dying, not stupid. However, he couldn't help, but yearn for the chance to have a choice...his choice was stolen for him as soon as he was told of his illness. So, yeah, he felt pissed about it, and yes, he didn't want to die painfully, and fuck yeah, Brik has been a complete dick lately. He was fully aware that his friends patience for him was wearing thin, perhaps that was a good thing. If they hated him then his leaving wouldn't hurt them as much.

He chugged more poisonous liquid, tipping his head back and closing his soar eyes. He laid on his back with his bottle in hand. He remembered when he didn't need pills, weed, or alcohol to smile. He drifted into his old world; the world where he didn't have a terminal illness, and he would crack jokes about Kaleb's hair, Summer's sexuality, Jaylene's bitchiness, Maddie's craziness, Tristan's love affairs, Avery's tininess, and Mordi's art, all in good fun. He missed it, but he couldn't go back to those days. He lost the ability to find anything to smile about. Maybe he was depressed or maybe he finally figured out what the world has been wondering for centuries: Life had no meaning. You're born, you waste time, and then you die. That's it. He was just waiting for his internal clock to stop ticking. He could practically hear it in his mind. Tick Tock Tick Tock. His mind numbing thoughts were interrupted by Tristan's voice. He snapped his hazel eyes open, glancing at the man beside him. He gulped another mouthful of hard liquor before speaking. His voice was still hoarse, but he managed to say his words clearly. "I don't know," he said. "I'll look for her."

Lifting himself onto his feet, Brik took another swig of poison then went on a one-man search party for Summer. Leaving the cave made him cold, but Summer was more important. As he walked through the woods, he took swig after swig, letting the alcohol consume him. He wasn't too far from the cave when he heard the scream. "Summer?" He said with wide eyes. That was the most emotion that he ever displayed. "Summer!" He ran towards the sound, through his buzzed haze and his stiff muscles. "Summer, I'm coming!"

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The woods suddenly became a rather threatening place. Brik wasn't a man that feared much, but Summer's safety was on the line and that made the world seem all the more menacing. He raced through the greenery, dodging branches and managing not to slip on wet leaves. "Summer," he yelled through his raw throat. He may not have a chance at life, but she sure as hell did and he was going to make sure that she made the best of it. Brik followed the sound of her frightened voice shouting for whatever entity to leave her be. The voice grew louder, signalling that he was closer. "I'm here!"

With adrenaline fueling him and his face twisted in worry, Brik reached Summer. He saw her unconscious body on the damp earth. He ran to her side, sliding onto his knees and checking her pulse. She was still alive, to his relief. He hoisted her onto his lap, cradling her head on his knees. "What the hell?" he whispered in concern. His emotionless persona had melted away and all that was left was Brik, the man that loved his friends with every fiber of his being. Despite his buzz, Brik was still able to comprehend the situation at hand. Summer was in trouble and she still had an opportunity to fight death. His mission at the moment was to keep that her breathing and keep her safe. He sighed, smoothing hair out of her youthful face. She was his baby, whether she knew it our not, Summer was like a baby sister in his eyes. With a small grunt, Brik lifted her into his arm, carrying her bridal style through the woods. His chest burned, though he ignored it for her sake. He cradled her head on his broad shoulder and whispered soothing words for both his and her sanity.

"We'll be fine," he muttered, speed walking back to the cave. "I've got you...I'll take care of you. Hold on." He wasn't sure what it was that caused her scream or faint, but whatever it was, Brik was determined to shield her from it. The dim light of the fire came into view and Brik was forever grateful. "Guys!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "We need to get Summer to the hospital. We need help!" The loud music veiled the urgency in his tone, but he tried again as his chest seared and his arms ached, he pushed on until he was in the cave. "We need to help, Summer, now!"

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


Kaleb craved human affection, truth be told. He felt comforted by Soda leaning in against him, although it was supposed to be her comforted by him. But how could he not enjoy this? He glanced at her, face pressed against his shoulder and submitting into his hold like he was the only thing holding her up. How could he not want to keep her close? The moonlight reflected across the lake, Kaleb could see an array of colors dancing across the surface. Unlike so many of his other friends, Kaleb didn't let issues kill his high. Sometimes it came across as him being insensitive or uncaring, but anyone who knew Kaleb knew he cared. He simply didn't see the point in letting a problem that he could do nothing about ruin his high.

The Molly had to be in full affect now - his vision looked like someone was grabbing the edges of his sight and stretched it, only to have it contract once more. It looked like everything was moving; the moss, the rocks of the cave, Soda's gold spun hair.

Kaleb laughed softly when Soda mentioned her preference of the movie Outsiders as opposed to the book. He should've guessed that much. Not many of his friends really struck him as the type to read in their spare time, except maybe sweet Madeline. Kaleb occasionally dug up a book that caught his attention, he would carry it around and read it in his spare moments. Normally by the time he was done the book was abused by so much use that the front and back cover were beaten and the pages have folds along the corners where he had marked his spot before.

In a way, his own group of friends could be considered the Outsiders; the ones on the fringe of society. As Soda went off into a tangent on a similar note, Kaleb nodded in agreement, letting her blow off the steam. It was a common misconception that his friends were just like any other group of burn outs - but how could there ever be a group like theirs? They were each so unique and different, yet similar in some ways. How could anyone duplicate their friendship? "I love you too, Jay." He mumbled as he kissed the top of her head, feeling the girl sag against him.

"I care like you do for Kite."

Her words seem to snap him out of autopilot, looking down into the eyes of the girl. She was wired - her eyes open wide from the cocaine, like green pools that if he dove right into then they could see what she meant. Yes, Kaleb didn't censor his affection for Summer, but he had never spoken out loud about it. Yet it didn't surprise him that Jaylene had figured him out. Within each individual of their group, Kaleb had a different sort of connection. With Jaylene, he felt like he understood her best, maybe because she was the most like him.

Kaleb quirked an eyebrow, "Really?" Was all he could muster, still trying to wade through the confusion. Jaylene and Brik? It didn't even make sense in his mind. Besides Jaylene was his - as was Summer and Bones and Madeline. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. then how was it supposed to happen? an acidic voice from within his mind spat. He didn't know, but all he knew was picturing any of his girls with any man sickened him, how could he trust them not to break their hearts?

Interrupting their moment, Tristan came to where Kaleb and Jaylene stood in each others arms, asking where Summer was. "Huh? Oh, I don't know, maybe she had to take a shit." He said, shrugging his shoulders and leaning to whisper into Jay's ear, "Lets talk tomorrow about this." Before letting her go, making sure she could stand on her own before releasing her hand.

Brik said something about going to look for her, but Kaleb ignored him, instead once again grabbing the bottle of tequila and taking a shot. As he looked around to his remaining circle, it felt like he was the only one pursuant on getting fucked up that night. That he knew of he had been the only one drinking the tequila - half the bottle near gone. He stumbled over a pair of shoes that had been thrown aside, walking to the back of the cave where he kept him swim trunks for their visits here. Changing out of his wet jeans, he laid them across a rock near the fire and changed into his boxers. Modesty wasn't a trait for Kaleb, like much of his other friends he didn't try to hide his nudity as he changed into the dry swim trunks.

He took a seat with Bones by the fire, who was quiet as a mouse through all of this. "Great night, huh?" He said, voice dripping with sarcasm and intoxication. They sat there in silence, Kaleb staring into the flames with fascination. His hand reached out, running itself through the flames, amazed when he wouldn't be burned. Just as the wild idea to pour tequila on his hand and submerge it in the fire to see what would happen came into his mind, the much more urgent sound of Brik's voice cut him short.

Summer
An ashened Brik held a limp Kite in his hands. Before Kaleb could even register what he was doing he was at Brik's side- taking Summer from his arms. As strict man code, Kaleb didn't admit that Brik didn't seem strong enough to keep a secure hold on Summer much longer, but he wouldn't take no for an answer - not that he asked. Much in a similar suit at what he had done for Brik, Kaleb laid Kit on a soft bed of moss. "Where was she?" He asked Brik, his tone worried and his eyes scanning her for injuries.

Hospitals were a last resort - if a bunch of teens brought in their friend who was on God knows how many pills, underage and not supervised well enough at home, well that wouldn't be good. She was breathing, but seemed to be unable to pull out of her sleep. "She's been fucked up all day, I think she just crashed." Kaleb deduced, tenderly stroking her cheek.

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Brik let Kaleb take Summer out of his arms, following them into the cave. He watched intently as Kaleb examined Kite. His heart rate had increased, each beat getting more violent than the last. It took him a minute to realize that Kaleb was talking to him. "She was in the woods, screaming before I was able to find her. I don't know if she was just having a bad trip or if someone was actually attacking her. When I got to her, there was no one there, though." He leaned against the end of the cave, watching everything happen from afar. He was concerned to no end, but he just wasn't very good under pressure so he kept his distance, but lingered in the background.

The rocky walls felt cool against his back as he leaned on them. He looked at his hands, realizing the absence of whiskey there. He must have dropped it without realizing it. What he wouldn't do for a drink. He felt that familiar burn, but this time it was accompanied with a loud painful cough that racked his body. He hunched over coughing and wheezing, soon the taste of copper consumed his mouth. He didn't need this right now, of all times.

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No one needed to worry about him, fore Kite was much more important. He left the cave, hoping that they'd ignore him. The starry sky was his audience as he spewed blood from his mouth. He spat pink liquid onto the ground, and wheezed, gasping for air. It hurt. It all hurt, but he was mentally strong and he could get through the affliction, so he could be there for Summer. He clenched his teeth as the stinging of his lungs made him whimper quietly. He was almost to tears, but he held them back. He had to endure this. Had to stay strong. NO WEAKNESS. He gasped before coughing up crimson again, spitting it all out then repeating the process. By the time he deemed himself fit to stand up straight, his windpipe felt coarse, his head was aching from his constant retching, and he felt so...so..."Dead," he said aloud, under his breath. He leaned against a boulder, supporting his disarrayed body. He stared up at the sky, feeling as though a higher power was enjoying his misery. He took this time to both compose himself and analyze his life, thus far. He thought about his pessimistic views on life, his rude and distant actions, even the emotionless edge that his voice had developed. He thought about how people saw him. He knew he wasn't the most friendly of the group, hell, he was probably considered the worse, he didn't blame anyone for thinking it. But despite all the thoughts, the cancer, and the worries, only one thing truly mattered: His family.

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It was nice to find comfort in something aside from the drugs. Kaleb was good at that - she wasn't sure how to identify the sensation down to a T, but it was soothing. His lips graced the top of her hair, making her get peculiar little chills that made her jog in place almost. With a grin, her head snapped up to look at him again. She gave him a funny, one-eyebrow-raised look, pursing her lips, "Eeeeegh I'm so gone right now. I think I wanna' go home."

The way he had listened to her ramble when she was high was - dissimilar to the way the others had treated her when she jabbered on. It was almost as if Kaleb snatched the sentiments out of thin air and tucked them into his pocket as she spoke. He was actually paying attention. In fact, it was because of this, that she seldomly went off on a tangency around anyone aside from Kaleb and well - her dog Mitzie. "I love you too, Jay." It pumped through her faster than the coke, and again she did her odd, shivery dance. And she was glad he had his arms around her because well, the world was spinning at such momentum that everything looked like a Piccaso.

"Yeah really - I mean I don't know, Kale, I'm like - not even here right now. Don't listen to me." She felt as though she had said too much and even discomforted him. And inwardly she was actually a little covetous of how he felt for Kite. Not that she was swooning over Kale or Summer but it was nice, that he cared for her in that way. She'd never really experienced that type of affection from anyone. But she had also stopped looking for it a long time ago. When she felt the sense of longingness she would dwell for a day or two at the most, ice it the fuck out, and move on. Different… things filled that particular void nowadays.

"Let's talk tomorrow about this."
Oh, Jaylene thought to herself at Kaleb's riposte. Tristan meandered over, fragmenting the intimate and drug-laced conversation. Kaleb and Jaylene broke away from each other as they registered the concern from the others about where Summer had wandered off to. "She's just tripping face, she knows the woods pretty well. She likes to wander sometimes." Jaylene sighed as she padded back to her damp shoes to slide them on. Before Kaleb got too far, Jaylene wrapped her arms around a tree and called out, "I'm gonna' go home." The entire night had spun awkwardly out of hand - not in the way she typically preferred. Now she was left with the aching inside of her, the hunger for wonder dust and wanderlust and oddly enough, home sickness.

Drained of all her leniency and solicitude, she patted her pockets for her keys. Side by side sat Bonesy and Kaleb at the seething, blistering fire. The flames reflected off of Avi's shiny, chestnut hair and her jutting bones. Jaylene smacked her forehead softly, trying to steady the aimless vision that was ailing her. She was pushing it but she still dipped behind the tree trunk and gave herself another bump before dancing over to her friends. As if doing more was really going to fix anything. She planted a kiss on both of their heads then snuck up behind Tristan to swing her arms around him and nestle her face into his back, "Goodnight baby."

The trees she was peering at as she slipped away seemed to mangle around her, causing her to swat at the air a little. It wasn't like she wasn't well aware that she was just experiencing a delirium produced by the blow; she was only acting impulsively. "We need to get Summer to the hospital. We need help!" This elicited a grim laugh from Jaylene who was now utterly annoyed. Her hand grabbed a tree as if there wasn't enough brain capacity left to stop the movement in her legs. If only Brik was that concerned about himself. Halting, she looked over her shoulder to see him carrying Summer like an infant. Kite was out cold and it didn't surprise Jaylene or extract any concerns. After all, she wasn't spewing blood and trying to kill herself. She was just ripped and like most people who didn't eat enough and gobbled pharmaceuticals, she needed rest.

Kaleb deduced the situation as usual, trying to diffuse the worry and hassle of it all. It wasn't his best front to cover up his apprehension and adoration, but he did okay. Jaylene only paused to listen then called out, "She just needs some rest and lots of water. Kaleb will make sure she gets home, right bay?" Nodding without a response from him, she started to skim the edge of the lake again and start her journey back to the car. She didn't think anyone would be left disgruntled or distressed by her leaving, and if they needed a ride, they'd be smart enough to follow. The sounds of hacking echoed behind her; it all manifested so swiftly in her mind she needn't not turn around to know what was going on. He didn't want help. She didn't want to give it anyway.

"What a fucking waste of my night," she grumbled as she swatted at the gaudy, scintillating ghosts that followed her and chittered and buzzed around her head, "I should just stop thinking about anything - that way this senseless bullshit doesn't ruin my good time." By the time she had made it back to her car, she wasn't aware until she smashed into it head on in the dark. Sober, she'd have just grabbed at it and steadied herself. But as she was then, blitzed and aimless almost, the impact sent her falling right onto her ass. "So lame." She muttered nonchalantly as she sat on the forest floor, slightly damp and syphoned of enthusiasm.

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"Huh? Oh, I don't know, maybe she had to take a shit." Kaleb said before getting up from where he was sitting with Jaylene. Tristan didn't know for sure if had just ruined some kind of special moment between the two but he defiantly got that feeling. Even thought Kaleb's nonchalantly attitude had Tristan thinking maybe he was worrying over nothing hearing Brik say he'd go off and find her made Tristan feel a lot better. Although Tristan was still slightly annoyed with Brik about what had happened earlier deep down he knew that Brik did care about each of them as they all cared about him. It was just a lot easier for the rest them to show it while with Brik you had to dig really deep down to get it out of him.

"She's just tripping face, she knows the woods pretty well. She likes to wander sometimes." his gaze feel on Soda who was just getting up off the damp ground. "If that is true I would much rather have her going through her trip her with us then where ever she is out there." Tristan had been with Summer through many of her bad trips as the others had been with him through his, it had always made him feel a sense of comfort when going through it with his friends because he knew that they'd be looking out for him. Now he just wished Summer was with them so they could all be looking out for her.

"I'm gonna' go home." Tristan looked at Soda who was standing with her arms wrapped around a tree. She had been his ride out here so if she was going that meant so was he. Tristan walked over to the fire to gather his things so that when Jaylene got going he wouldn't be left behind. Tristan had zoned out for a moment the weed still flowing in his system when he felt someones arms swing around his torso. "Goodnight baby." the voice of Jaylene hit his ears as he felt her head nestle into his back, "What do you mean goodbye, you drove me out here don't think your leaving without me."

"Guys!" the sound of Brik's frantic shout came over the sound of the music "We need to get Summer to the hospital. We need help!" In the time it took him to look over to where Brik stood he saw Kaleb taking Summer's motionless body out of Brik's arms. Tristan followed Kaleb over to where he laid Summer down on moss bed. As Kaleb and Brik exchange words about Summer's whereabouts Tristan eyes fell on Summer's chest which was still doing a steady yet slow motion movement that indicated breathing. Breathing a sigh a relief he caught Kaleb saying something about her probably crashing, it wouldn't be the first time.

As Brik suddenly spilled out of sight back into the woods Tristan looked back down at Summer as Kaleb stroked the girl's cheek. Kaleb's crush on the girl had always been an obvious one and at times Tristan couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. It must really suck to love a girl that would never look at you in that light because she herself held a love for girls. "She just needs some rest and lots of water. Kaleb will make sure she gets home, right bay?" looking back at Soda who then just turned around walking away from the group he down at Kaleb "Be safe man, see you guys tomorrow" Tristan said before walking over to Avery and giving her a goodbye hug from behind before jogging off to catch of with Jaylene.

When he finally caught up to her she was sitting on the floor by her car. To his surprise he also saw Madeline who had showed up just a little late for the party. "Well look who finally decided to make an appearance" he said walking over to the two girls. "Hey Mads" he said giving her a hug before looking down at Jaylene who was still on the ground. Laughing he walked around behind her then slipped his arm in from under her arms and lifted her up off the ground. Walking back around to the front of her he asked "Are you okay to be driving?" he himself wasn't exactly the most sober person but he was probably in a better state than she was at the moment.

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For a while, Jaylene sat on the earth, feeling as if it were rolling yet she was staying in place and inwardly being seesawed. Dematerializing, the worries had gone away, all except for her sore ass and constant questioning she'd been badgering herself with since she left the little cove. The most unusual part of it all was - she felt no guilt about leaving all her friends without an explanation. But if Kaleb had the slightest clue what she was getting at, at least he had an idea of why she was sick of it all and wanted to go home. And that was all that really mattered, that someone could cover for her and pawn it off as a headache or some petty BS. No one else had spoken to her enough to have any type of tipoff.

"Can't you just go back?" The voices laid into her brain. "Just ask him. Talk to him. He'll talk to you." Jaylene blew out hot air, refusing to look into the face of the persistent, salmon colored ghost. No way. Then the others started. "No point. Don't go. Just drive home. They're all having a blast without you." Her conscience had come to life by the dint of cocaine. Jaylene laughed, leaning forward and prying her eyes open with the tips of her fingers and grunting in concurrence, "I know they are."

"I'm here bitches!" From where Jaylene sat on the ground, she was too blitzed to be necessarily shaken by the voice being that she had been listening to so many for the past few minutes - but she was irritated by it. When little Loon trotted over, looking down at her, Jaylene retorted to the notably real person, "Ha. Ha. I see what you did there. I get it - because I'm on the ground." She peeled her hands from her face, pushing undulated, long blond tresses behind her shoulders. The coppice had grown starless and enigmatic; terrifying in nature. But not to a girl who was juiced with white courage.

Tristan had come out of the blue, to her rescue and scooping her up with strong arms. When she was to her feet, all 5'7" of her slightly damp and even bone-tired, she shrugged loosely at the raven-haired beauty who was blurring at the edges with static, blue and purple hues, "I have a headache, Mads. I'm just gonna' head home. Everyone is waiting for you." She waited for no further input, pulled the girl into her arms and kissed her hair, "Have a good night." Her arms relaxed, relented, and she crept away.

"I'm fine, Tris. Let's go." Post-haste, she slid into the car and slammed the door so that it echoed throughout the forest. She let the car idle as she sat, rubbing her temples and locking the doors. "A little more, you just need a little more to get you home." She'd jolt from time to time as she tried to relax, shivering yet somehow unaware of her plummeting body temperature. "Come on now honey." Jaylene released a groan and let her head rest on the steering wheel, mulling over the suggestions of the harlequin wraiths.

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Madeline watched as Tristan came out of no where. She smiled and hugged him back. "You know I come fashionably late." She said a bit off. His focus when back to Soda. Jaylene seemed far from fine , but she knew better than to pester her about it. "Night buttercup. Bye babes." She said to Tristan as she turned and walked towards the rest of her friends.

Everything was still a bit hazy from the weed she smoked earlier. For some strange reason she couldn't walk straight or process anything that was going on just about then. She continued walking until she saw people. They seemed to be huddled and worried and Summer was in the middle of this. She stumbled over to the crowd and placed her hands on her hips. "What is going on?" She managed to say as she looked around trying to process what everyone else was thinking.

Surely she gave up and just sat down on the floor close to them. The high was going away since she didn't have that much and it was leaving a behind a major headache that she was going to have to deal with. "Does anyone have alcohol?" She asked. Leaning back on the floor she waited for a response or for someone to tell her what was going on.


((Sorry about the post again.))

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Brik was exhausted, he just wanted to go home and sleep off today's events. He knew that he managed to ruin a perfectly good evening with his crazy stunt, bad attitude, and overacting to Summer's condition. Acid and alcohol always fucked with both his judgement and his emotions. He walked through the woods with his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. He made a mental note to wash these clothes and comeback for his wet ones. As he made his way to Jay's car, he eyed the night sky. It was clear outside and the wind chilled his skin just a tad. He liked it. He planned to wait by Jay's car until she was ready to leave, but to his hidden delight he saw that her car was idling. He walked up to it, tapping on her window, so that she could know that he was there. He glanced at Maddie as she walked pass him, giving her a wave.

"Hey," he said hoarsely. "You came." He entered the car's backseat silently. After strapping his seat belt on, Brik laid his head against the cold window glass. He closed his eyes, but he wasn't asleep, just resting them. He swallowed the left over bile in his mouth before opening his eyes briefly to grab a stray can of beer that was on the floor. He gulped a bit down to wash out the taste of blood and vomit. He then closed his eyes again, thumbing the can as he waited to go home. He could tell that Soda was annoyed with him, so he decided not to murmur a word because he was sure that she'd snap at him if he did, and he needed the ride home.

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As Soda climbed into the driver's seat of the car Tristan figured she was competent enough to get them all home alive. "Night buttercup. Bye babes." Tristan waved goodbye to Madeline as she walked away from the car and into the woods to go meet up with others. "Come on now honey." turning back to the car Tristan walked over to the passenger side of the vehicle and got in. As the sound of the seat beat clicked a tapping on a window made him look up, it was Brik. As he climbed into the back Tristan laid his head against the cold glass of the window.

Giving the hour both of his parents would probably be asleep in their separate rooms. The relationship between both him and his parents were obviously strained and recently the relationship between him and his father was getting increasingly tensed. All of his friends knew that he had issues with his parents but the reasons behind it he never told. In the community they lived in his parents were both highly respected members and all of the infidelities and lies to their family and friends would destroy the perfect image that his parents had worked so hard to paint for themselves. Beside according to them putting that aside it was just beneficial for them to stay together. During the rare occasion when he actual went somewhere with his parents he went along with it all just because it was easier for him that way.

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It wasn't until the sound of fingertips rapped against her window that the godmother-like apparitions faded away. In their place, tumbling into the passenger seat silently was Brik, unpleasantly less colorful and warm. Jaylene hardly acknowledged his presence as she sat up and let her spine settle against the seat, her fingers twitching towards her shirt. He didn't want anyone bothering him and Jaylene was comfortable with it, she didn't have the tolerance for conversation. Her hair shrouded her as she looked to be doubling over. But she was only feeding another small sized fix.

The woods had grown silent and with three people leaving the so called , 'party', it would surely grow more serene. Awake and wide-eyed, Jaylene shot up and gripped the wheel, actually unsure of how her body was going to function under the influence of her rapid intakes of blow. She reasoned it out with her typical teenage rationale in her head, I hardly even did a full rail.

She must have blown three stoplights, paying no mind to her passengers as her glassy eyes fixated on the road. Everything passed with blurry, polychromatic grace. With a screeching stop, her BMW slid into the driveway of Tristan's home. Had she been less ripped, she would have cautiously pulled in, not wanting to cause a ruckus. As she was, reckless and intricately webbed by her thoughts, she had not a single shit to give. "See you tomorrow."

When Tristan had crept up to his house, Soda peeled out and nailed the gas all the way to Brik's home. She had contemplated just pulling up to the hospital for the sake of revealing her knowledge but refrained. Her back seat still stunk of marijuana and the musky smell of Tristan's cologne.

Her car snuck towards Brik's street and Jaylene slowed slightly then forced all of her weight on the brakes, causing herself and her passenger to lunge forward with the force of gravity. Beer permeated the air as it undoubtedly spilled from Brik's hand. Her eyes didn't waver. She raked a long, narrow arm across her nose and streaked it with thick red plasma from her compromised nostrils, "Sleep tight." The doors clicked and unlocked.

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Brik braced himself as Soda sped through the streets of Canada. He wasn't quite sure if her consumption of blow was her best idea, but he said nothing the entire ride home. He waved at Tristan, distractedly as he gulped more beer. He was completely out of it by the time he glanced at Jay's speedometer, noticing that she probably broke the speed limit, and then some. It was almost amusing, watching the streetlight pass by at light speed.

He thumbed at his can, absentmindedly. He eyed the rear-view mirror, staring at the semi-fed up and semi-high look on her face. Her wide eyes were locked on the speeding road ahead, not noticing that Brik was silently looking at her from the backseat. He didn't know why, but he liked the way her blonde hair flowed over her shoulders. He didn't realize how nice it looked tonight. He quickly looked away, not wanting be caught staring and looking like an absolute creep. With a sigh, he took another swig of beer, but stopped in mid-gulp when she slammed the breaks. So much for admiring beauty...and his drink.

"Thank you," he said quietly as she unlocked the car door. He wasn't looking forward to walking through that door. He could already see his mother pacing the living room while his father read the newspaper to distract himself from his worry. They would go through the same routine. Mom will chastise him because he was still damp and his breath reeked of vomit and beer, then his dad will back her up. Brik will just stand there silently, waiting for them to let their anger out before he blandly announces that he is going to bed, and then they'll repeat the process some other time. The circle of life.

He exited the car, making his way towards the house, but something inside him just couldn't stand leaving Jaylene on such a sour note. He sighed, wheeling back to the car. He tapped her window lightly, waiting for her to roll it down. Brik leaned against the car, though he made sure that he was far enough from her face so that she wouldn't have to be cursed by his terrible smelling breath. He nervously scratch the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact for a good three seconds or so before finally opening his mouth to speak.

"I just," he struggled with the words a bit, not use to these types of situations. "I'm sorry for tonight. Thanks for the ride," his face was deadpan, but his words were sincere. With that being said, Brik walked away, heading towards the nuisances that were waiting to give him an earful of grief.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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Image The world quieted and became lackluster, uninviting and slow again. Jaylene hummed for a split second to herself as she noted the daub of blood running along her arm. Her mind wandered elsewhere as Brik let himself out quietly; she had only nodded to his vague gratitude. The driver side mirror flipped down so Jaylene could inspect the damage of her proboscis, the inner flesh desiccated and maimed by her usual abuses. Another stream of blood gushed its way from her right nostril and onto the 'kissable' crease as a few guys had called it, of her upper lip.

Inwardly she was spoiling. It was making its company known, surging out of her nose in fulvous streams. She didn't want to admit to herself that her daily habits had formed a downtempo suicide. But all that mattered really was that she enjoyed herself and the diversion was to die for, no pun intended.

The only sound known to her was the negligible idling purr of her car's engine. It was when she was sure Brik had gone inside that he popped up at her window, softly drumming his virile fingers against the reflective surface. "I just…" Her teeth gritted; despite her jaw clenching she looked at him for a scaled down instant, at his unfathomable eyes and the slope of his cheeks. Then she glanced away having forgotten completely about the blood running from her nose. She became a little embarrassed, looking him dead in the face for a second with her vital fluid welling out of her nose. "I'm sorry for tonight. Thanks for the ride." An influx of things she wanted to say in response penetrated valves in her brain.

With a flutter of her hand, she shook her head and then nodded as if to say 'Yeah, don't mention it.' But no words came. Was she still choleric from his silent treatment or was she burnt out? She couldn't likely figure it out in the state she was victim to as she peered out of the passenger window and subtly wiped at her nose again.

When she looked back, he'd gone. A breath of relief escaped her blood lined lips while she ripped the car into drive and pulled away. Images of Summer thrashing her head and moving her hips flashed in Jaylene's brain, followed by Kaleb's burnt sienna eyes and Avi's protruding bones and, and… Brik's lips gasping for air while he lie on the earth by the lake. "Shit," she muttered, rounding a corner at such an immense speed that the car started to balance on its two left wheels.

Her heart plummeted into her gut. Time decelerated as the car stabilized in half point, feeling as though it could flip. Wind tore through the ajar window at a sluggardly pace, leisurely lifting one blond strand of hair at a time and playing with it.

'Thunk!'

The car landed on all fours and wobbled. Jaylene slowed for once, taking her time getting home the rest of the way. Upon pulling into her empty driveway, the clouds broke away from the starless sky. It had become so late that she hoped to see some sort of heavenly bodies speckling the inky upper atmosphere. Like the rest of the night, that hadn't gone as planned. Slumping against the front door, she punched in the disarm code and prowled inside. The next few moments were mantled by darkness and black nausea that she'd undoubtedly wake up to in the morning as well.

Before she fell asleep, the buzzing in her brain had subsided, deputized for by the voices of her friends who weren't anywhere near at hand.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton

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Slanted, the world came at Jaylene in a chary fashion as the girl reminded herself that she wasn't in a dream. The tribulation she and her best friend were facing was anything but ordinary or mythical. They had become so reconciled to having fun and knowing no limits that when one hit them, it was with unforeseen wicked force. This particular limit, mortality, had given them an unwanted dose of verisimilitude. Quite frankly, Jaylene was rejecting the reality as it hammered her brain and had her entire nerve system up in tumults. Was this karma? Jaylene just wanted some type of pretext to at least offer herself some comfort so she didn't do a nosedive off the deep end.

It wasn't just some horrible dream. Hideous, waking abstemiousness reassured her of that while her bare feet detected the plush carpets in Mordicais' room. She ground her feet into the rug and pulled Summer towards the doorway.

Though her current movements were going in slow motion, when they broke into the crisp afternoon air, Jaylene was relieved. Her face hardened but she pulled Summer into an embrace, wrapping her up with slight arms as if sheltering her from the vile phenomena the world had to 'offer'. "Fuck," she whispered into her friend's hair and let her body give way to one good rumble, "Summer… Baby I'm so sorry - there's literally nothing we can do." She brought a hand to the back of Kite's head to rake her long fingers through the ravishing dark tresses. What could she really say to comfort her? Summer was the one who was the most caring out of all of them - she was what kept them all together. Summer was the glue to the broken pieces and Jaylene was just … there. It wouldn't be the first time she failed to comfort someone. Had Brik's cold shoulder really siphoned her of all her sympathy? She helplessly stood under the smoky sky, silent and breathless. A wake up call had been dutifully issued to Jaylene and it was enough to make her vomit. Her eyes were dry and strained, gaping with disturbance and sobriety.

"We can't tell anyone. We'll be so screwed. Just keep it under wraps. Not a word, I'm not kidding. And we need to get out of here, like, pronto." Pulling away to put her glassy-eyed confidant at arm's length, Jaylene solemnly continued, "It's real, and it's happening, and we have to keep our heads on straight. And it's not your fault, Summer, Christ. How did I know you were going to say that?" As if on cue, Jaylene recoiled her hands to rub her head just as Summer hurtled for the nearest shrubberies to discharge her emotions in the embodiment of barf. This reminded Jaylene to breathe and choke back her own.

"C-can you take me home? … I need to drown this all out - fuck! What do we tell the others? I can't do this Jay!" The tall, flaxen haired girl huffed and brought her palms to her legs, rubbing the fabric of the denim. After retrieving her keys she stood silently for a moment. "Let me get you home, bay. You need to fucking chill. And I - I need to go - go somewhere… So I'll come by and get you later okay? If you get up with anyone, don't tell them what happened. Act clueless, like you haven't talked to him in a minute. Someone is gonna' find him Kite, and we don't want to be here when that happens. You know how fucking everyone around here thinks we're just a bunch of drug-addicted delinquents. They'll think we…"

She fumbled with her keys and unlocked the door as she went to Summer, "Killed him or something…" Rasping, her voice had lowered to a disconsolate whisper. She helped Summer into the seat and knelt on the pavement between the door and the passenger side. Jaylene was empty. Her face crumpled with irritation because she couldn't collocate her thoughts. Cupping her friend's face, she thumbed away the salty drops on her cheeks, "We'll just keep it under wraps, bay. I have your back. Always. We'll be fine." She rolled her nude lips while she nodded to reassure her distraught ally.

The tall girl caved in as she fell into the driver seat. The car revved and scourged out of the driveway. Of course the last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself, but being that her lead foot was so habitual, she thought nothing of it. They arrived in no time and rolled towards Summer's home.

Leisurely she brought the car to a stop and reached over to Kite to kiss her head. Lingering for a moment, she spoke into her skin, "It'll be fine. I'll be back. I love you." When Summer had slipped out of the car, an unfathomable terror painted itself all over Jaylene's insides. It could be the last time she'd ever see her again - and this was the first time she ever thought of something so sinister and terrifying. This was all real; she had lost someone she loved without being able to give so much as a goodbye.

The car pulled away, Jaylene exhaled heavily as a spin-off of her incessant forgetfulness. Oxygen filled her lungs again, at last. She'd driven in no specific direction and found herself stopped by the Memorial Park near the playground. Figuring it best to just get some fresh air and mull things over, she exited the car and went to the hood of it where she hoisted herself up and laid flat for a while. She'd been so angry when she had the creeping suspicion that something was being hidden from her.

But now she had a prodigious, monstrous secret of her own...

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Brik is unable to dream. He couldn't remember the last time that he dreamed. But last night, he managed to see images come to life in his mind. There was no dialogue, but the disapproving glares of his family and friends were loud enough for him. He felt the pressure of their stares burning into his skin. It was painful. He was relieved, however, when he felt the cold hand on his shoulder that woke him from his stressful slumber. His eyes snapped open, staring tiredly into the green eyes of his mother.

"Brik," she smiled in that motherly fashion. "I bought you some food in bed."

He furrowed his brows. His mother never cooked, he never even seen her glance at the oven, let alone use it. This was very bizarre. He frowned, taking the tray of sausage, eggs, and banana muffins from her hands. He quietly bit into his muffin as his mother took a seat at the end of his bed. He watched were with blank hazel orbs, but in his mind, he was quizzing himself as to why she decided to cook for him. After a minute or two of awkward chewing, Brik finally spoke up. "What do you have to tell me?" He asked with a mouthful of muffin.

His mother sighed, though she didn't hesitate to say: "Your father and I have been thinking," Brik already knew that this was going to be bad. "And we've decided that you should go to a support group for your...problem."

He swallowed his food, silently placing the rest of his half eaten muffin onto the tray. He interlocked his fingers and stared at his mom with no emotion. He looked as though he was looking through her, rather than at her. "No," He said simply.

"Brik, honey, you have a problem. We've noticed how you come home at odd hours, you barely eat, I hear what you whimper in your sleep, and that look you've been giving the world...It's not good. You just seem so distressed and-"

"Stop calling it a problem," Brik interrupted her. "I have lung cancer, mom, not erectile dysfunction. I'm sorry for not being the world's happiest dead person, but I prefer to live my last days, my way." There was a pregnant silence as he stared a her blandly and she stared at him with the concern that only a mother could have.

"You're not dead yet," she said lowly, her voice trembling a bit. "You can still get help...learn to find peace before your time is up."

"I've found my peace, mom," he replied. "It's called acceptance. I know what's ahead; I'm just waiting for it to happen."

"At least, go to one session, for me and my sanity, Brik."

The sick boy sighed, but nodded, not wanting to worry her any further. She didn't deserve to carry his burden on her shoulders. He may not show it, but he loved her. She smiled at him tiredly as she stood up and kissed his forehead. "It starts in twenty minutes, so finish your breakfast and get dressed. I'll drive you there."

He obeyed; eating, showering, and getting dressed. He brushed the horrid taste of last night from his mouth as he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked at his ashen face that was complimented with dark circles that rounded his bright eyes. His cheeks looked sunken in. He looks as though he was slowly drifting away. He could now understand why his friends and family were worrying. He wasn't a sight to see. He pulled on his beanie, readying himself for a day of support group.

Once he was inside of his mother's blue Sudan, Brik pulled on his headphones and blocked out the world. He wasn't sure if she was talking to him during the ride, but if she was he surely wasn't paying her any attention. He nodded his head to Search The City as they blared in his ears. It wasn't until he was tapped on his shoulder that he realized that they were where they needed to be. He waved to him mother before exiting the vehicle.

"This will be good for you," she said before driving off. Brik nodded, though he didn't agree. He turned around, seeing that he was face to face with a large church. The words: New Christian Outreach stood out before him. With a raised eyebrow, Brik shrugged then entered the building. If he was going to find help, this was as good a place as any.

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Before Brik knew it, he was sitting on a plastic chair in a semicircle of fellow cancer patients. If this was his mom's idea of a pick-me-up then she was one sad woman. Each case sounded more depressing than the last. A girl sitting across from him was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and her green eyes were bloodshot from her previous crying fit, which he had awkwardly sat and watched to his dismay. The gangly teenage emo guy next to him was cursed with a tumor that was in his leg, so he had it amputated and was now rocking a plastic leg that was complimented with a decent pair of Jordans.

"Brik," the counselor, an older man that looked about thirty or forty with dark brown dreadlocks and perfect brown skin. He was diagnosed with eye cancer in his left retina. Now, he was sporting a glass eye that made his face look slanted. He couldn't remember if his name was Levi or Len. "Would you like to share?"

"Pass," Brik said deadpan. Levi or Lev just shook his head, but continued to push.

"Everyone here has told their story, Brik. Everyone, but you. You are safe here. No judgement."

"Pass."

"Nothing to share?"

"Pass."

"What bought you here?"

"Pass," Brik remained stony, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

Levi/Len pushed one more time: "Everyone has a story. You shouldn't be afraid of yours, Brik-"

"I said," Brik's eyebrow twitched in annoyance, his voice was rough with hostility. "I fucking pass."

There was a long silence before a small smile spread onto Levi/Len's face. For the first time in a long time, Brik wanted to be violent.


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After the many stories and trust chants (that Brik did not partake in), he stood up from his chair and readied himself for departure. He was dialing his mother's cell phone number when he was tapped on his shoulder. He swerve around, coming eye to eye with who he now learned to be Leo instead of Levi. His glass eye was boring into Brik, but the younger man held his ground and returned the stare with disinterest.

"Brik," Leo smiled. "I just wanted to say, that you were a pleasure to have here, and despite your use of profanity in the house of the Lord, your presence was still appreciated."

Brik was the embodiment of ice: cold and unyielding.

Leo lifted a black notebook into Brik's line of sight along with a black ball-point pen. "This is yours."

"I didn't bring that with me," Brik furrowed his brows.

"I know," Leo shrugged. "Consider it a gift/homework assignment. I want you to take this, and over the week write down your bucket list, you know what that is, right?"

"No, I don't," Brik sighed, already fed up with this guy.

"It's a list of things that you want to do before you die. It's liberating and fun. So, here," he pushed the book and pen into Brik's hands. "At our next meeting, I want to see at least, ten things in that book. You can turn it into a journal or a memory book, I don't care, but I need to see your bucket list on the first page."

"What if I don't do it?"

"You'll do it," Leo grinned cryptically before turning around and walking away. He looked over his shoulder and waved. "Our next meeting is next Saturday, see you there, Brik."

Brik didn't respond as he stared at the black notebook in his hands. He huffed before calling his mom, telling her that he was ready to leave. She arrived in five minutes flat to Brik's pleasure. He made himself comfortable in the front seat, pulling his headphones over his ears. He didn't listen to his mother as she absentmindedly badgered him with questions about his support group, but he did, however, stare that the cover of the notebook. He didn't understand why, but something inside of him wielded him to open it to the first page, just to peek...and he did.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Dominique Norwood Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Lizzie finally heard her speak, but it wasn't at all what she was expecting. "You'll always be my Kitten" Summer was saying. But that didn't-- the drugs. Realization dawned on Lizzie and she sighed and looked over to her lost friend. "Im a virgin" Summer added, after what appeared to be some internal war going on in her mind. As big of a surprise as that was, Lizzie immediately knew it was not what had been bothering her moments before the Glass had taken over her system. Resisting the urge to pressure her into telling her what was really wrong, Lizzie accepted her secret and responded with, "I go to church."

In a sudden flash Kite was up and off the bed, grabbing the nearest trashcan and heaving into it. Kitten looked on sadly as her friend's stomach violently protested the contents of her blood. She slowly made her way off the bed, and pulled her cellphone from her bra.

To: Everyone (but Summer)
Message: I'm back, bitches!! <3 Summer has started without us, as usual. Anyone got plans for tonight? Welcome home party? I'm at Kite's house ATM ~ L


She slipped her phone back into her bra and walked over to Summer, gently kneeling beside her and holding Kite's hair for her. She gently rubbed Summer's back in soothing circular motions. "Make them stop...Make them stop Kitten!" "Summer, don't pick... Don't pick, Kite! You'll make yourself bleed! Stop!" Lizzie tried to sound gentle, but her grip on Summer's hands to keep her from ripping up her skin was firm. Liz looked into her allies eyes and felt her heart begin to sink a little. If you weren't fucking all those girls... was this what you were doing when you snuck off all those times? Oh, Kite.. I should have been there.. I should have known... Please come back to us.. she thought to herself, miserably looking at the girl she loved so much.

She watched in dismay as Summer twitched and tried to pick at herself. A part of her was actually scared. Her friends that she missed so much might not be what she needed after all. She glanced to her stomach for a moment and then back to Summer. She gently let go of her hands and stood up. There wasn't really a point in talking to her while she is this high; nothing would get through. "I'm going to get you some water," she announced. Lizzie made her way back down the stairs and to the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets for a plastic cup.

When she found one, she added ice to it, and then tap water. Pausing for a moment, she placed the cup on the counter and pulled out her cell again.

To: Tristan
Message: ... hey, I'm sorry about not saying goodbye... ~ L


She shoved the iPhone back into her bra and grabbed the drink, heading back up stairs. She found Summer and held out the cold glass. "Here babes. Drink some."

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Brik fingers wrapped around the pen, but it didn't move. What was he was suppose to write? He couldn't think of anything that he wanted to do before he died. His mind reeled with idea after idea. To his dismay, nothing came to him. With a sigh, Brik closed the notebook and capped the pen before stuffing it into his pocket. He rested his head on the window as his mother pulled the car into the driveway. He opened the door and just as his foot hit the pavement, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He shut the car door while his hand retrieved the device.

Message: I'm back, bitches!! <3 Summer has started without us, as usual. Anyone got plans for tonight? Welcome home party? I'm at Kite's house ATM ~ L

"Lizzie?" He raised a bronze eyebrow. "Long time."

TO: Lizzie
FROM: Lyfe

Message: I'm right around the corner. On my way. Be there in 5. Tell Kite that I want her to save me a bottle of UV.

He placed his phone back into his pocket before running into his house, placing the notebook on his bed, grabbing his leather jacket, then making a beeline for the door. "I'm going out, don't wait up," he said before his mother could stop him. He shrugged his jacket on, letting his feet carry him down the street. His mind was crowded with the thoughts of the things that he wished to accomplish before his time was up.

Sky Diving? No, too over done.

Meet a celebrity? He didn't really have a favorite...

What was it that he wanted to do most? He huffed, not liking this assignment already. Why was he even thinking about it? He wasn't obligated to do this shit, though a part of him was curious as to what he'd come up with. By the time he was about to give up, he was standing in front of Summer's house. He simply knocked on the door and leaned against the rails of the porch steps. He watched the clouds float by, his mind focused on his assignment. His breathing was steady for once, that much he was thankful for, but that annoying ache was still there. Sadly, Brik couldn't get rid of that. He learned to ignore it, but there were times when the ache became too much for him to bare. Sometimes, it would hurt bad enough that he couldn't breath or he would resist the urge to scream out in pain. Now, he was just tolerating it all, just sitting by while his body betrayed itself. Thinking about it, he realized how dark his point of view actually was.

"I'm one pessimistic asshole," he muttered under his breath, but as the words floated from his lips into the atmosphere, Brik finally understood why he couldn't think of anything for his bucket list: He was a pessimistic asshole, and pessimistic assholes don't get happy endings.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: 'Bella Vorhees Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Hands grabbed her wrist, Summer couldn't help but struggle against them, the bugs that were on her were driving her nuts. She needed them to go away, they were so itchy. Lizzies voice had a concerning tone as she tried to get Summer to stop, she looked at her friend through her hair but soon Kitten was up and heading out of her room saying something about water. Her phone buzzed against her, she grabbed it from her pocket and read the message from Soda. Party....that means drugs...that means losing it....that means she didn't have to think about anything, all that matter to Summer now was the high. She was in, of course she was in. She could never say no to Jay anyways, she couldn't say no to anyone really. It was not in her nature to do so.

She quickly wrote a text back to Jay Already cheered up on the glass baby but yea im in. Nerd nympho? sure i think ill figure somthin out. Pick me up? dont think ill be able to drive. <3 She wasn't sure if it was smart of her to mention the glass but she couldn't take it back anyways, maybe Jay won't notice it...hopefully. She moved to her closet and started looking through the clothes, finding a pair of flowered shorts, a long sleeve see thru white button up shirt "that'll do", she threw them onto her bed and grabbed a black bra from her dresser and found a pair of big glasses off her dresser.

Lizzie came back and handed her a glass of water which Summer took a drank it down "thanks hun, costume party tonight at Roxxie's" she smiled "Jayy and I are going to be nympho nerds" she laughed and pulled out her phone "gotta let everyone know". She quickly wrote out a text to everyone besides Jay and Lizzie Costume party tonight at Roxxies! Better b there. After she sent the text she got up and rolled her kneck, she heard a knock from downstairs "Come on in its unlocked!" she yelled knowing whoever it was would be able to hear her loud voice.

Even with the glass she could not stop the images of this morning pop in her head "how do i make them stop....i need more...more yes" she murmered to herself and walked over to her dresser drawer. She felt her high was coming down, which she wasn't too happy about. Opening the drawer and looked for something, anything. Finding a couple of oxi's she popped them in her moutha and swallowed them without any water.

She looked over to Lizzie, the girl was so pretty Why haven't I ever seen Kitten like this before? she thought to herself as she walked closer to the girl. In Summer's eyes Lizzie was like shining and so bright, she just wanted to have Lizzie. "Your so pretty Lizzie" she whispered as she stepped in front of the girl. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs but she didn't care, her hand went to Lizzie's face, her thumb caressing her friends cheek bone. "I don't know why I never seen you like this before....so beautiful....stunning" she whispered as she moved her face in, her lips touching Lizzie's as her free arm wrapped around Lizzie's waist and pulled her in closer. She just wanted to feel alive, to feel something other then what shes been feeling lately.

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Brik's head tilted slightly at the sound of Summer's voice. With a small shrug, he entered the house. He knew his way, fore he been there countless times, whether it was to party, just get high, or to simply hear the sooth melody of Kite's medically induced rambling. Her words always seemed to calm him for some reason. He liked how she managed to make sense without making sense. As paradoxical as it may be, Kite's random thoughts were his favorite song.

He helped himself to her kitchen, grabbing a can of soda and making his way up the steps. He took a sip of Coke with each step. "Hey, Kite," he said as he got closer and closer to her room. "I just got your text about the costume party, hopefully you can help me find something to wear since I don't have a cost....ume..." his words trailed off as he pushed Summer's door open and stepped inside. His eyes immediately landed on the two girls kissing before him.

There are two things that Brik never expected to see in his lifetime: 1) A midget wearing a thong and 2) Summer making out with another girl. He was aware of her sexuality, but he never actually witnessed her in action. He kind of just froze, standing there awkwardly and feeling as if he just intruded on a private moment. What made the whole situation even stranger was that he actually found this entire thing arousing. Brik wasn't one to look at porn, think about girls, or even consider dating with his condition. However, at that moment his jeans felt a bit too tight. Give him a break, he was a virgin, after all.

He cleared his throat awkwardly as his cheeks turned a faint rose shade that look extra bright against his pale skin. His face was blank, but his insides were heating up. He quickly looked away, muttering: "Sorry, uh, I'll just go back downstairs and wait...yeah..." He left the room, trying to cover his growing blush and bulge. Of all the things in the world that he wasn't aware of there were three things that he knew for certain. 1) Lung cancer sucked. 2) He was definitely straight, no ifs, no ands, and no buts about that. 3) He finally knew what he was going to write on his bucket list.

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Lizzie watched as Kite dug through her drawers, and offered a smile as the girl took the water. "Thanks hun, costume party tonight at Roxxie's" "Now we're talking!" Kitten beamed, turning to look through Kite's closet once she had pulled out the clothes she had planned on wearing. At Lizzie's arched brow, Summer responded, "Jayy and I are going to be nympho nerds." Figures they would be planning to match. Then what was she going to do? Shit. "Gotta let everyone know!" Summer chirped. Right. Quickly, after she saw Summer send out her text, she got her phone out to send one of her own, but she had a message waiting on her already.

From:Brisket
Messsage:I'm right around the corner. On my way. Be there in 5. Tell Kite that I want her to save me a bottle of UV.


"Hey, Brik says to save some UV for him, and that he'll be here... like.. now.." she let out a little laugh, then went back to her text. If he was about to be here she'd have no time to ask him via text. She made a mental note to ask Brik to match her. She noted it in her mind, and was about to text Tristan again, but decided against it. He might still be mad.

"Your so pretty Lizzie" Snapped from her trance, Kitten looked up from her phone and took in the seductress coming her way. She blushed and slipped her phone back into her bra. "So are you, babes. You're going to look great tonight, matching Jay. You'll be the life of the party." She tried to hide that she was a little sad, being out of the group for so long made her feel a little out of the loop. No one was texting her, asking her to match. Whatevs.

The doorbell downstairs is what brought her back to whatever reality she was in now. Hells yeah, that was probably Brik. He'd match with her... but what would she be? She had a cat mask at home? That'd have to do.. but what would he be to match? She'd let him try to figure that out. It was just then that her beautiful friend started to advance on her. "I don't know why I never seen you like this before...."Lizzie felt the blush rising in her cheeks, and her heart beating a little faster. Summer didn't stop, she continued to move closer and closer until her hand was pressing into the small of Lizzie's back.

Lizzie could feel her breath catching a bit as Summer moved even closer still, her lips a breath from Liz's face. "So beautiful....stunning," Kite breathed, before leaning in and placing her tender lips against Lizzie's. Liz was stunned, eyes wide and hands raising up in protest. It was the drugs. Just the drugs. Not wanting to hurt Summer's feelings, Lizzie tenderly kissed her back. Her lips were warm and soft. "Sorry, uh, I'll just go back downstairs and wait...yeah..." came from the doorway. Lizzie stepped back after a moment, blinking and blushing. She giggled, trying to play it off with a little laugh. "Careful, Kite, you're going to get me on Jay's bad side. You know she wants you all to herself," Lizzie teased. She smiled and moved towards the door. "I should be getting ready though, for the party. I guess Jay's driving you? I think we just scared Brik away!" She was already walking down the stairs. "I'll meet up with you there!" she called to Kite, and then, "Brik, wait!"

"Brik!" she grinned as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "Roxxies tonight, and you're my date sexy," she purred. "Summer's been taken. Jay called dibs, as always. I'm not jealous! Well, maybe a little. Anyway, so that means you're matching me. I'm being a kitten. Don't ask me what you're supposed to be, I don't have a fucking idea. You can come with me back to my house to help me get dressed if you want?" She was talking a mile a minute, something she did when she was upset, distracted, embarrassed or excited. At the current moment, she was a healthy mix of all of the above.

A party was exactly what she wanted and needed. She smiled at Brik, and then called up the stairs to Kite. "Kite! I'm stealing Brik! I know he just got here, but I need him!" She turned her smile to her friend and threw her arms around him in a hug. "It's been forever! C'mon, walk me home." She felt bad, since he had just got there, but right now she needed some company because she didn't want to go home alone. She walked back out the front door, not looking back, but expecting him to follow.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Avery Campbell


Avery lay on her bed, not really sleeping but not willing to wake either. The frail girl felt weak, but the feeling meant she was succeeding, the feeling was one she embraced. She was tinier than she knew she was, the mirror, or her retinas, kept her from seeing it. In her head, she looked only slightly tinier than when she had started her decent into anorexia.

Avery shook her head to clear the thoughts from her head as a tune she hadn't heard in what seemed like forever came through her phone. Her milk chocolate eyes shot open as her tiny fingers shot for her phone, her mind singing Kitty! Avy quickly opened the text:

From: Kitty<3

I'm back, bitches!! <3 Summer has started without us, as usual. Anyone got plans for tonight? Welcome home party? I'm at Kite's house ATM ~ L


Her boney fingers sped over the keys:

To: Kitty<3

I missed your furry tail so much! Havn't heard anythin from anybody yet, but i'll be there in a sec <3 Leave me a few pills!


After hitting the send button Avery jumped up to start her morning routine, shower, find something to cover her skin, take the vitamins that kept her stable and dispose of some of the vile contents residing in her refrigerator. As she did her mind was taken back to the party....both Brik and Kite compromising themselves, and she just stayed in the background of it all, Kaleb was so good at caring for everyone.......out of their little group these were the three that really kept her strong, keeping her from doing whatever she could to her already fragile life. The others were important, but she needed her brothers, and she needed the girl who kept her together, kept them all together.

As Bones left her house she remembered paddling across the lake with Summers head on her lap....at the time the feeling of having the girl so close brought out feelings she had feared since the incident with Cole, she knew Kite wasn't ever going to hurt her, but she wondered if the girl would notice her as anything but just another part of their group either...and even if she did.....what about Kaleb? Avery knew what that sun on his wrist stood for, it stood for the only girl who could capture his attention. Before she'd committed herself to more feminine companions, when she longed for a males touch as bad as a females, she had more feelings than she would like to admit for Kaleb....but he only had eyes for Kite, everyone had eyes for Summer.....weather they rolled that way or not.

ImageJust as she was about to head over to Summer's, her phone began to sing the song she had set for the beauty. She pulled it out from its current home in her pocket.

From: Kite <3

Costume party tonight at Roxxies! Better b there.


The small girl let out a huff but turned around with a smile, she didnt have much in the way of costumes because not much fit her anymore. She tore her room apart to find her black and red kitty ear headband and stripped off her jean shorts and shirt. She was left standing in her matching black lace bra and panties, Avery pulled on one of her favorite thigh highs with a red garter belt, replaced her shorts to her hips and grabbed a little black tee. She also had a black cat tail she'd borrowed from Kitty for Halloween, and luckily enough, was able to fasten it to her shorts. Grabbing her cute little Steve Maddens Soda had given her, she had told her jokingly these would help her catch up to the others in height. The memory made her giggle as she slipped them on, heading out the door for the second time this morning.

Avery jumped into her truck and made her way to Kite's place. She was there in moments, not as fast as she would have been if Jay had been driving, but the small girl made great time. In another moment she was walking in to the house that contained three of her favorite people, one of which was making his way into the living room with a blush of all things painting his cheeks. Bones smiled "Hey Briky." she cooed as she wrapped her arms around one of the males she called brother, and then there was Kitty. Avery all but lept on her squealing in delight. "there you are!!!!!"

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Inside of the oversized bedroom that looked entirely too clean for Jaylene's standards, she felt small. Sitting on her bed, she peeled away her jeans that were so tight they may as well have been painted on. The plush comforter she had fallen asleep with a few nights before was replaced by a large, strange one. Undoubtedly Vera had come in and stripped the bed and tidied while Jay was away. The room itself was still not quite homely, but the Sullivan girl did her best to make it all fit. Everything in the room was so regal and pre-customized that it made it so difficult, though.

A large chandelier dangled above the bed, flicking on with sensor-power as the daylight scattered and eventually dissipated into darkness. Through the large windows came no more stray natural light. She sprawled across her bed, clad in only some boy shorts and her tube top bra as she reached for her phone to re-read texts. Lizzie had sent out a text announcing her return.

ImagePersonally and without a word of it, she couldn't be bothered with Lizzie 90% of the time. The barbie-esque girl fit in like peanut butter and jelly where the group was concerned, but like most times, when Jaylene felt something was being hidden from her, she began to harbor a grudge. And Lizzie definitely had something she was camouflaging under all that make up and ample amounts of compassion. Jaylene had to wonder if she was the only one with her head screwed on tight enough to pick up on the obvious hints that those giving them seemed to think were subtle.

It was hilarious to Jaylene that she was known for being a snob and a bitch, but confidentially within herself she was even worse and didn't drop clues about it. She carried on passively the majority of the time - which made her a slightly conniving character. She wasn't a back stabber or anything like that, but she wouldn't trust herself if she were any other person. For that, she had to consider herself lucky to be trusted and adored by her friends the way she was. As she rolled over, she pulled open her bedside table's drawer and retrieved what looked like an incense holder. Another front for something much more macabre.

Speaking of which, she really wished Kaleb would hurry. Not only was she sickened by the amount of estrogen she'd been surrounded by, she needed someone who she was kindred to enough to share her true feelings and thoughts. Not that she was going to go rambling about Mordi or anything but…

She nearly toppled off the bed with her extended reaching as her phone went off with a text from Kaleb and Sumer. Flailing for a moment, she regained her balance and just barely nipped the phone onto the bed with her finger tips.
Sounds like heaven, I'll be there. -Kaleb
Already cheered up on the glass baby but yea im in. Nerd nympho? sure i think ill figure somthin out. Pick me up? dont think ill be able to drive. <3 -Kite



Contented, Jaylene pulled the hair tie from her long blond tresses. They fell all around her, tickling the tawny skin of her shoulders where her bones were prominent enough to draw one's eyes but not look malnourished. She flitted her hands, pressing the hair away from her sternum and neck. She paced back and forth, yanking a brush through her lengthy mane and battling it occasionally.

Image Finally naked, she pranced around and flopped on her bed from time to time. Mitzie wandered in, wagging her tail at her mama's antics. She was still just a puppy yet, and a goddamn perfect creation at that. When Jaylene spotted her at the pet store, she didn't hesitate to drop $665 on the purebred Shiba Inu. Jaylene spun around, ass naked in front of the window and bent down to rub her pup's ears, "Widdol Mitzie bitsy!" The baby animal squealed with excitement, plump and fluffy as she flopped over to get her belly rubbed.

Scooping the puppy up under her arm, she toted Mitzie to the bed and laid her on the blankets. Jaylene pulled on a leopard-printed bra with a bit of a struggle as she attempted to cram her boobs into the padded enigma. "What the hell," she yanked the straps and adjusted it until her boobs were propped up to meet her collar bones, "Well then…" Mitzie tilted her head and looked at Jaylene, her tail thumping against the comforter. As the blond girl forced on a pair of jean shorts and a cropped wife beater, she poked her lip out and made faces at her puppy, "I'm gonna' feed you soon… Not like you need it, chubba."

Blindly grabbing for the fake glasses, she pressed them on in an over-exaggerated nerdy fashion, furling her lip to expose her two front teeth as if someone were watching. But only Jaylene was amused by it. Before pouring a small bowl of food just inside of Mitzie's cage, she first texted Summer, half wondering if she'd seen Brik and if he would be coming out and actually enjoying himself rather than trying to end his own life:
If you need me to get you I will. Can't wait to see youuuu! Mitzers misses her Aunty. woof.

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Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Three words: He hated awkward situations...make that four words. Brik stiffened when Avery wrapped her arms around him. It wasn't just because he wasn't the 'hug me' type of guy, but also because of his deflating boner. His blush grew brighter as he prayed to that higher power in the sky above that no one noticed. He sighed in relief when she released him. "Hey, Bones," he waved blandly. His deep monotonous voice was a tad huskier than usual. As soon as he finally relaxed, Lizzie was at his side. Her words were coming out at the speed of light, but he just nodded and hid his crotch with his jacket as best he could. He stiffened again as she embraced him. They choose now, of all times, to treat me like a teddy bear. Teases, the lot of 'em, he thought with a roll of his eyes.

He kissed Avery's forehead, ruffled her hair then walked out of the house, feeling his 'johnson' slowly calm down. Relief! No longer as hot and bothered as before, Brik allowed his jacket to return to its place; over his upper body. He thanked the Lord for reminding him to bring it. He followed behind Liz before speeding up his stride so that he was right beside her. He wasn't looking forward to matching with her kitten idea, but this was her first day back and amusing her was the least he could do.

"Welcome back," he said dully. He truly meant the words, but the way they came out wasn't very welcoming. It was just the way his voice was. Lackluster, bland, and empty. "So, you and Summer? I didn't see that coming that's for sure. Never knew that you two were interested in one another. Learned something new today."

As he walked, he made a mental note to himself. He was mental forming his bucket list.

So far:

1. Actually find a girl that I like (If that's possible)
2. Have my first kiss
3. Fall in love (If that's possible...I hear it's nice...might be worth it)
4. Lose my virginity (If I accomplish 1 through 3 first)

At the rate he was going, he doubted that any of these would ever be accomplished, but that was what pessimistic assholes did, they doubted and stared opportunism in the face then told it to 'fuck off and die in the darkest hole it could find.' He mentally shrugged, it wasn't like he was going through with this bucket list shit. It was stupid. He was going to waste away with a million regret because that was how life worked. Though, that annoying part of him wanted to at least try. Trial and error.

"Anyway," he said. "I'll just let you dress me. I don't care what you put on me. It's your first day back, have some fun. I just refuse to wear makeup of any kind, and tights or spandex. Other than that, my body is yours."

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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At the sound of kibbles tinkering against the tin bowl, Mitzie yapped from the edge of the bed, too intimidated by the height to make the bound. Leaning down with her hind quarters in the air, she yipped some more and widened her little doggy eyes with hunger and excitement. "Jesus Mitz, relax," Jaylene breathed, rising up to help the puppy onto the floor. The milky-colored ball of fur romped for a moment and pounced head-first into her food bowl, making gobbling noises all the while wagging her little, slightly curly tail.

"You act like Vera doesn't feed you chicken and sneak muffins - pffft, like I don't know about that." Sliding the glasses up the bridge of her nose and over her hair to hold some strands back, she went to her vanity and took a seat. A looming chest of make up sat to the right, to the left were three curling irons, a flat iron, and a set of rollers. She felt oddly perplexed looking at all of the hair-styling tools, being that she so often just let it go. Sometimes it was just too much to manage and she was too lazy to battle it out. She had nearly forty inches of hair and putting anything through it aside from a brush was hell. And sometimes the brush itself was a strength-draining crusade.

In her hand she held the plain, black suspenders. She wasn't quite sure how she acquired the accessory but she was guessing that she probably picked it up with some outfit she never wore.

Day turned to night rapidly; crickets warbled and trilled behind her agape windows. The breeze leisurely welcomed itself in, only vaguely chilling Jaylene. It was enjoyable rather than discomforting and annoying. She loved fresh air and had a habit of dressing too cold for the weather. While she ached for summer, the frigid gale was sometimes solicitous… For reasons even Jaylene couldn't put her finger on.

Scrabbling across the vanity's surface, she plucked some Plink! by MAC away to apply to her curvaceous lips. Along her cheekbones she trailed a fan brush lightly dusted with a soft, rosy blush. The make up was enough to embellish her natural features without looking like she tried too hard. Yesterday, she'd gone through hell sticking on her false eyelashes and perfecting the shadows on her lids. After the non-fulfillment of her evening with her friends, she didn't have the ambition or enthusiasm to devote that much effort to her appearance. Besides, what did she have to prove to any of them? Who would really pay attention if she did dedicate hard work to her appearance? She wasn't gunning or swooning - at least - not anymore. That's what she kept telling herself, anyway.

She had to grapple with the images from Mordicai's bedroom, the look in Kaleb's eyes when Jaylene mentioned him caring for Summer, and Brik's apology as he grasped the window of her car… Sputtering, she shook her head to find herself staring blankly into the mirror with a mascara wand centimeters from her glassy jade eyes. Instantaneously, and she had no reason why, she got this pang of homesickness. No. We're not doing this over again, she reassured herself and looked to the incense container.

After generously applying dark adornment to her lashes to frame her doe-like virescent eyes she took a long, hard look into the reflective glass before her. What was she, really? She was slightly indifferent and frigid - bitchy, definitely. Yet when she extended a hand, shoulder, couple hundred dollars, whatever - people turned her away. Kaleb and Summer had undoubtedly been the ones she was closest to, possibly for the sheer fact that they accepted her gratuities and didn't nod off in a high daze when she talked or turn a deaf ear to her. They were all interconnected with this uncontaminated, sublime relativity yet it was so incredibly fucked up at the same time. Avery was good too - but she seemed so fragile that Jaylene found herself straying from the young girl in fear of damaging her in some way. Lizzie was sweet enough and Mads was just great with her willingness to party and be free. Mordi was always so friendly, but he was gone. And Brik was…

A mirrored image of who Jaylene candidly existed as in the dark, in her own reality where indignity, inhumanity and practicality was bounteous. She hated the hideous realization. And at the cognizance, she decided to stay away from him.

ImageKaleb was taking his sweet ass time and before her intellectual delving and the gray matter between devoured her completely, she went to her bed and rolled thigh-highs up her legs. Shortly thereafter she snatched a hardback, laid it in her lap and retrieved some yayo from the incense case. With diligence and concentration, she formed an accurate line before putting a halved straw to it to inspire it all greedily while Mitzie dug into her food a short distance away.

When she got to her feet again, she faltered as the friendly, kaleidoscopic fairy-like ghouls returned to keep her company and stimulate her brain. "Don't fall now," one of the florid, rubicund intangible imps cooed. Laughing to herself, Jaylene nodded and guided herself to the closet and fought away hangers and blouses to get to the shoe rack. "You still need to tell someone what happened," a lemon colored one insisted. Again the pink one riposted, "No one will ever know, it's our little secret. No need to discuss it with anyone." Equable as Jaylene acted, she couldn't deny that they were in fact there and they were talking to her. She was aware they weren't visible to anyone else because well - she was tripped.

Grabbing a pair of knee-length boots she crumpled to the floor in a heap, attempting to put them on. But she only ended up lying there on the carpet, smiling in a dazed way until Mitzie cavorted to her tan-skinned, two-legged mama to smother her in puppy kisses.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Lizzie grinned wide as Bones came bouncing at her. "BONES!" she squealed back, grinning like the Cheshire. "You look fantastic, babe! I hate to cut and run, but we're going to get ready for Roxxies tonight!" She was walking backwards on the sidewalk after she let go of the tight hug with the slender girl. "Summer's got the good stuff going already, you should go steal some! Meet you at Roxxies!" She turned to walk normal, for fear of tripping over her beautiful blue high heels. Her mind drifted back to her hug with Brik. Had he had a...? Nah. Brisket was gay, right? Come to think of it, she had never seen him with anyone... was he? She smiled as his long legs brought him next to her, matching her stride. She let her blue hues rake over his form. He's cute enough to be.
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"Welcome back." His tone was bland, like his voice always was when he wasn't his Mr. Hyde self. It didn't bother her, though. In fact, it was a great contrast to her own vibrant self, always vaulting up or down. He was constant, and stable, and she liked that about him... even if he was a bit of a pessimistic ass sometimes. "So, you and Summer?" "Me and..? Oh.." she giggled a little. " I didn't see that coming that's for sure. Never knew that you two were interested in one another. Learned something new today." he went on. Lizzie laughed, a bubbly sound from deep within her. She hadn't laughed the whole time she was gone, and now she seemed to be finding all sorts of things to laugh about. Her friends were the cure. She smiled over at him, and gently shook her head. "No," she purred, smiling. "She was just high, that's all.. but, I mean.. can you blame her for wanting to kiss me?" she dipped her head to the side with a grin, skipping ahead of him and walking backwards again to watch him.

[b]"Anyway,"
he said. "I'll just let you dress me. I don't care what you put on me. It's your first day back, have some fun." She grinned at the idea, and he must have seen the look of mischief in her face, because he added, "I just refuse to wear makeup of any kind, and tights or spandex. Other than that, my body is yours." "Your body is mine?" she playfully raised her brow, grinning. She let out one of her signature kitty purrs, and dropped back to walking normal beside him, taking his arm into hers. "Well, if you insist."

Her fun was over, because they had reached her house. At once her mood was almost shot completely, but one look at him, and the noticing of Josh's truck being gone, restored her to her happy state. "C'mon!" she chirped, jogging up her front porch steps with the agility of her nickname. A considerable feat, since she was in eight inch heels.

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Kitten drug him up to her room and threw open her doubled door closet. She frowned as she looked through everything, and then grinned. A kitten outfit. Puurrrrfect. She walked over to her dresser, leaving the clothes in the closet for now. She found her theatre drawer and dug through it, grinning when she found two masks. A leopard print one, and a beautiful golden lion mask. She turned to him with a smile and handed him the golden mask. "A leopard and a lion. Cute, huh?" She wasn't going to warn him about her getting undressed, but then she paused... what if she was starting to show? She hadn't looked lately. She was too scared. "Turn around," she smiled, waiting for him to comply.

She stripped and redressed as quickly as she could, giggling as she struggled with the tights. Lizzie let out a mental sigh as she was still able to fit into her clothes. They wouldn't fit for long, and the thought made her a little sad. As she was finished, she walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. "Well... what do you think?" she asked, striking a cute cat-like pose with one hand on her cocked out hip and the other hand in a loose fist by her face. She laughed and dropped the pose, looking him over. "Hmm.. King of the big cats... what to put you in.. what to put you in.."

Lizzie walked a small circle around him, then turned back to her closet. She came back out with a black tie. "Shirtless, with this." She extended her arm out with the tie outstretched. "I'd paint you gold, but that's taking it a bit too far, I think," she couldn't help but smile. She was excited. It had been so long since she'd been to a party. She got out her cell and sent a text to Bones.

To: Bonesie<3
Message: Hey sexy (; Lyfe and I are going as big cats if you want to match us, or Kite and Jay are going as sexy nerds.. Can't wait to dance with your sexy ass!

To:Tristian
Message: I'll meet you at Roxxie!


Liz turned back to Brik to admire her work. "You're pretty sexy," she observed. Lizzie had to pull her phone back out to check the time, as she had completely forgotten to do so while she was texting Bones. "Do you like it?" she asked, reaching over and grabbing her keys and a black clutch from the dresser. She nodded for Brik to follower her, and after stopping in the kitchen to grab a water bottle, she strolled out to her 1967 Chevy Camaro. She climbed into the driver seat and popped the lock for Brik.

Once he was in she carefully backed out of the driveway and headed for Roxxie. Liz let out a woop, and grinned at the road. "Tonight's going to be amazing!" She laughed, tossing her head back and then focusing on the road again. Every now and again she'd steal a glance over at Brik and smile, then turn back to the road. She was so glad to be home. It was nice to have her friends back, and soon, she'd have them all together in one place. What more could she ask for? To not be stuck DDing..? Oh well..

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Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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As soon as Brik was thrown into Lizzie's room, he instantly regretted letting her have her way with him...(that came out wrong). He made a valiant effort not to make a run for the door. After taking as deep a breath as he could, Brik took a seat on her bed, letting his head rest on her soft pillows. His mind was reeling with so many thoughts: some of last night and his death wish, others of his list, and a few of the female gender. It was strange. He sees two girls kiss for the first time and suddenly his limbo-do is off the charts. Wasn't he suppose to be feel this when he was like thirteen? He was a late bloomer apparently. He took the mask from Lizzie, staring at it blankly. He turned it over in his hands until he heard Liz's cat-like purr: "Turn around."

He obeyed, averting his gaze, but his mind wondered. He was tempted to peek, and even though his mind told him 'FUCK NO,' his body was screaming, 'HELL YES!' He turned his head a bit, getting a sneak peek at the smooth skin of her bare back, the way it arched when she pulled her top off. His eyes grew wide before he quickly looked away. His cheeks felt hot and his jeans felt a bit tight again. Okay, think of dead puppies, dead dolphins, think of yourself lying on your death bed. ANYTHING!, his mind yelled at him. With much effort, Brik was finally able to calm himself down. These girls will be the death of me, if cancer doesn't finish me off first.

"Well... what do you think?"

Brik took a deep breath then allowed himself to look at her. He liked the way it looked; judging by the way his mouth was slightly ajar and his tongue felt dry. "You look great," his voice had a bit of an edge to it. He never realized how soft and well...tempting girls actually were. He'd always thought that they were pretty and he did consider a few of his female friends very beautiful, but he never once thought of actually making a move. Now, he was thinking about all the girls that he hung out with and seeing them in a different light. Oh, what seeing two girls kiss can do to a man.

"Hmm.. King of the big cats... what to put you in.. what to put you in.." He stood up as she contemplated his outfit, stretching his arms and watching her with a bored expression on his face, however his eyes were a bit darker than they were before. He eyed her as she walked around him in a circle. She reminded him of a leopard about to pounce on its prey; he felt like a steak. She then flitted away, making her way to her closet. When she returned with a tie and no costume, Brik quirked an eyebrow. "Shirtless, with this." He shrugged, taking the tie from her and grabbing the hem of his Batman shirt. He pulled it over his head along with his beanie, throwing it on her bed then expertly tied the tie around his neck. "I'd paint you gold, but that's taking it a bit too far, I think," she said as Brik finished up the knot.

"I agree, wholeheartedly," he replied, looking up at her. He placed the mask onto his face, thinking that this wasn't much of a costume. He wasn't use to walking around shirtless unless he was at home or swimming, so this was new for him. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing how different he looked. In this light, his skin didn't look as pale, but golden and his muscles didn't look like they were withering away. He looked like his old self. Healthy. He almost smiled...almost.

"You're pretty sexy," he heard Liz say, which he replied with a straight faced look over his shoulder. He never saw himself as attractive, but whatever floated her boat. "Do you like it?" Brik nodded then shrugged. He never was a man of many words. He did like it though, he liked that for once, he didn't look like a ghost.

They made their way to her car, where Brik made himself comfortable in the front seat. "Tonight's going to be amazing!" Liz laughed as she drove. Brik just shrugged, running his fingers through his unruly mane and eyeing the road ahead. Perhaps, he could give this whole 'girl thing' a shot. He had nothing to lose, really. He was already dying, so he might as well enjoy the simpler pleasures of life. His gaze landed on the leopard beside him before a whisper of a grin settled onto his empty face. Women...they were a pleasure to behold, that's for sure.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Summer Vorhees

It all happened so fast, she was kissing Lizzie then all of a sudden she was alone. What did Lizzie mean about Jay? Jay didn't like her like thag, yeah they have kissed and they flirt but it was all in fun. Jay was like a sister, she laughed at the thought of them being together. No it would never work, they were too much alike. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Alone. She didn't even get to say hi to Brik. She bit her lip and moved over to her bed and sat down on the edge.

Her phone was buzzing like crazy, she knew she had to see who messaged her but right now she needed to smoke. She grabbed a joint from her cigarette carton and lit it up, pressing it between her lips. She looked around her room wondering if this was going to be her life, she had nothing going for her and she didn't have parents anymore to enforce anything. There were voicemails from the school, they were trying to contact her mom but no one ever answered. If they found out her mom had left who knows what would happen, she probably get taken away or some shit and she couldn't deal with leaving her friends. Luckily the house was paid off, but there was other things that did need to be paid but she only had her money from dealing and she used that to get more shit for herself.

She laid back on her bed as she smoked, all her friends knew her mom went off the deep after her dad died a year ago. Even Summer lost it a little, thats when she started to really get into the heavier drugs. The ones she were warned about. She was her daddy's girl, always has been, he was the one that kept her family together like she was the one to keep her friends together. But she wasn't sure anymore. Mordi is dead and she still blamed herself. If only...

She heard Avy's voice downstairs, a small smile tugging at her lips. She always had a soft spot for her delicate friend, Avery was one that she really did look out for. The others seemed to know how to take care of themselves but Avery was different. She was like a delicate flower that could easily be broken. "Hey Avy upstairs sweetie" she yelled down the stairs then went back to her room. She got undressed then put on her black bra and matching panties, her shorts went on next then the white button down which she only buttoned up once. She then brushed out her hair, leaving it down then put on the fake glasses.

Turning towards Avy she smiled "how do I look Bonesy? you look great honey, love the ears" she then grabbed the tail that was hooked to Avery's shorts and pulled it a little "and the tail". She then went to her drawer and started to pack up her drug bag, she was sure she could sell some stuff tonight and also get more of her glass. She needed it more and more these days. With seeing Mordi's body, well it just made her head spin. "Want anything?"

Her phone buzzed again and this time she decided she needed to see who the messages were from, a few from a couple of buyers, one from Soda, and one from Mads. She opened the one from Soda and smiled when she read the message and quickly let her fingers type a message back Might of done sumthin stupid? Def need a ride, Avy is wit me. We r ready. Tell Mitzie ill come seer her soon.<3 After she sent the text she opened the one from Mads and made a quick reply Yeaaa partay. Missed your sexy ass last night. Dance wit me tonight? We are all meeting at Roxxies. Dress up Madi! <3

After she was done texting she looked to Avery "Decide what you want? Could do a couple of oxi's? Imma do the heavier stuff when I get there. Oh and Soda is picking us up" she smiled and laid back down on her bed.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Avery Campbell


Avery giggled as Brik stiffened under her arms, she knew he wasn't a fan of hugs, but after what he pulled the night before she was just glad he was alright. "Hey Bones." His voice was huskier than usual, making her wonder what made him so uncomfortable and blushy. the thought didn't linger when she heard Kitty would be joining them at Roxxies tonight. Avy was so glad she was back.

"Summer's got the good stuff going already, you should go steal some! Meet you at Roxxies!" Avery smiled "See ya there Kits!" She had made it to the stairs when she heard Kite call down to her. "Hey Avy upstairs sweetie" With that she all but jogged up the stairs, ready to somethin from that wonderful goody bag of hers. Her small hand pushed the door open just in time to see Summer put on the fake glasses causing a bell-like giggle to pass through her lips. "how do I look Bonesy? you look great honey, love the ears."

Shaking her head and giggling as Kite pulled her tail, she chimed "Absolutely adorkable." In all honesty, Summer was the sexiest nerd she had ever laid eyes on and the sex goddess that was her friend had to have known it, Kaleb would be speechless at the sight of her, and over half of Roxxie would be begging for her.......the club had no idea what they were in for, the small group of friend would dominate the place......Avy wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she was nervous about being at the club tonight, last time she was at a large party like this, Cole had shown up and she spent the whole night bouncing between Kaleb and Kite just in case he had tried to approach her......a whole year later and she still hadn't come to terms with what had happened. Kite snapped her out of her thoughts when she offered her drugs......of course. Her nerves were getting the best of her and she needed to relax.

As she went to answer Kitty's song played through her phones speakers once again, followed almost immediately my Mad's, plopping on the bed she opened the one from Kitty

From: Kitty<3

Hey sexy (; Lyfe and I are going as big cats if you want to match us, or Kite and Jay are going as sexy nerds.. Can't wait to dance with your sexy ass!


She smiled as she responded

To: Kitty<3

Your sexy ass left too fast! Attached to my sexy ass is the tail ya gave me for halloween, lets see how lucky this little black cat can get! ;) My ass is yours to dance with <3 And have you talked to Tristy yet?


She hit send and immediately opened the message from Maddie

From: Mads<3
Bored! What is this I heard about a party!


To: Mads<3
Party at Roxxies tonight, dress your sexiest! Kitty, Brik and I are felines, Kite and Soda are sexy nerds. Roxxies aint gonna know what hit em!!


Pressing send once again she looked through the goodie bag. "Decide what you want? Could do a couple of oxi's? Imma do the heavier stuff when I get there. Oh and Soda is picking us up" As usual, Avery took Kite at her suggestion and popped a few oxi's, the group liked to arrive with a base high and just get higher as the party progressed, it was how they had fun. Avery wasnt sure how high she would let herself get though, ever since the incident she kept an eye on her highs, staying in control of herself. After she zipped up the little bag of poisons she curled up next to Summer. She sighed and closed her chocolate eyes "I'm glad Kitty's back........but why did she bust outta here like a bat outta hell? And I think I seen Brik blush for the first time in his life. If yesterday is gonna bring him back to his ol self then I'm glad it happened.......just don't like how he scared everybody like that.......that jerk-face...." She smiled a little using her term of endearment for the boy, but she was being honest.....his near death experience had been on her mind ever since it happened, and she couldn't have been the only one.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale

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Had she really fallen asleep, or just come back to reality? Perched on her chest, with little paws rested between each of Jaylene's boobs, was Mitz. The puppy was pooped, her belly full and gurgling with contentedness. Jaylene blinked and raised her brows as she closed her eyes and corroborated how she ended up on the floor with one boot halfway up her leg and the other lying a short distance away. She was giving herself enough recovery time between consumptions but that would end very soon.

There was hollow knocking at her front door. At the first notice of it, Mitzie surged with energy, yipped herself out of sleep and toppled off of Jaylene's chest. Hazily, Jaylene arched her back and then rolled her body upward to extend her legs and finish the job she had started maybe forty five minutes ago. With her boots all the way up to her knees and her thigh highs stopping a few inches before her daisy dukes, she was a sight to see. Her cheeks were highlighted but naturally rosy from the blood rush, causing her prominent bones to catch light even more. "Alright, alright!" She yelled from her room, wondering why Vera hadn't answered it. Probably out back working on the bushes by the pool - fucking workaholic - does she ever sleep?

'Yip!' 'Yip!' 'Yap'! The sound permeated the air, accompanied by the clattering noise of Mitzie losing her footing on the wooden floors and running in place until she fell.

It wasn't until Jaylee rounded the corner from the kitchen to the front door that the fake glasses shifted downward to fall onto the bridge of her nose to remind her of her plans for the evening. "Oh fuck - that's right… Gonna' be -" she opened the door to find tall, dark and handsome. The fucking epitome.

"Late…" She breathed, sozzled and blasted by the cumbersome cocaine in her system. Itching her nose, she nipped at her own lip and grinned, stepping aside to let him in. In her gesture she acted the part of a dutiful butler welcoming a king home to his palace. "Sorry I took forever guerra, smoked something with Mads." Chuckling, gassed the fuck up, she shut the door behind him and trotted to her room, looking over her shoulder to perspicuously retort, "Also means war," to herself more than anything, "Which is - fitting."

Kaleb, his ethnicity enticing, would leave a trail of girls falling in his wake. Aware of his origin, Jaylene also knew that he didn't typically speak in any native tongue. When he spoke it to her, she cringed and swooned all at once. Jaylene had to wonder why he so rarely brought any girls around or talked about any of them. With a small hop, she plopped onto her bed and pointed to the ajar incense box that accommodated packed in baggies of drop-dead-gorgeous, unpigmented fine particles. "Help yourself but don't be greedy, you fuckin' glut. Oh and," she playfully smacked him in the back of the head, "You can just call me white girl if you wanna' get down to the nitty gritty and we can dress you up as a taco for Roxxie."

Jaylene was sharp. Kaleb was the only one quipping enough to take it like a big boy and play back. Even though the majority of the time Jaylene had jokes that were harmless, she sent a handful of people reeling to lick their wounds. Leaning forward, she bent at the waist and pushed off of the bed to give the hardback to Kaleb so he could indulge.

As if from a confused, other realm, Mitzie tumbled into the room squealing and wagging her tail as she scuttled towards Kaleb's feet. There she plopped on her haunches, staring at him expectantly with her little puppy tongue hanging out lopsided. "Save the act Mitz, you little tramp," Jaylene snapped teasingly and played with her hair in the mirror while looking over her outfit. A few fingers traced over her exposed tawny navel. She could have worn heels but she decided on the flat knee-high boots. Adding length to her already extended frame wouldn't end well when Spitz had her bombed and out of her mind. She clipped on the suspenders and pulled them up over her shoulders, snapping them occasionally.

It was plain - effortless. Surely no one would appreciate it that much, especially not females. But on the bright side she wasn't showing up as a lazy-costumer alone, she had conned Summer into it too. She couldn't wait to see the girl, to ensure she was okay more than anything else.

"Costumes are fucking lame," she heckled and turned to face Kaleb again. At that moment, where he was on her bed evoked the conversation from the night before. Fuck, please… Please don't remember what I brought up last night. She really didn't want to get into the recondite details of their feelings towards others in the group, especially where it concerned Kite and Brik. "What are you gonna' wear?"

"Fuck it. Right? Just be yourself, unlike us girls who have to slut ourselves up to be considered attractive." It was a compliment. He was already prepossessing. It gave Jaylene a headache to think about the flocks of scantily clad females with their ass cheeks hanging out flaunting themselves all over Roxxie. "You and Brik and Tristan are going to get stupid amounts of attention tonight… Like retarded."

Absentmindedly she coated herself in Viva La Juicy perfume, causing her to have the air of passion fruit and an exorbitant capitalistic bitch. Snagging her phone, she texted Summer:
Leaving shortly, see you soon.

"Don't take your time, bay." Jaylene tapped the face of an invisible wristwatch, "Gotta' go get Summer and Avery and I have someone I need to see at the Roxxie." Her gut ached with avidity and covetousness for top-of-the-line dope. Spitz always hooked her up, free of charge. If it wasn't for his perpetual run-ins with the law and unbearably ugly humor, Jaylene might have hit him up more. Hell, he wasn't half bad looking and when he was all buttoned up in Isogawa and Dior Jaylene damn near had heart failure. Sighing, she grabbed her keys and crammed them into her shorts.

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Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Lizzie was enjoying the drive to Roxxies as she watched the road through the bent glass of her windshield. As she glanced over at her friend, she couldn't help but feel a little proud. The very pale, quiet, broody Brik that was usually around seemed to have taken the night off as soon as the mask was put on him. He looked like a real King of the night, with his golden mane, and his piercing eyes that she could just make out every now and again. She nearly jumped as her phone caught wind of signal and started to have a party in her bra, causing her to giggle at the sensation of her jiggling breasts. Using one hand to drive, she used the other to fish the device out of her bra and set it in her lap. As they pulled to a stop light, she glanced down at her cell.

THREE NEW MESSAGES

It felt good to feel loved. The first one she opened was from Maddie, because she had two from her.

From: Maddie
Message #1: "Bored! What is this I heard about a party!"

Message #2: "Sexy Devil Costume. Tell me if I need more clothes. :)"


Lizzie grinned and then looked back up at the green light that was glaring at her. She waited to text back until she reached the next stop light.

"To: Maddie
Message: You might burn Roxxie down looking like that babes! (; Can't wait to see you! I've missed you!


She quickly managed to open one from Bones, anxiously glancing up at the light here and there to make sure it hadn't turned green.

From: Bonsie
Message:"Your sexy ass left too fast! Attached to my sexy ass is the tail ya gave me for halloween, lets see how lucky this little black cat can get! ;) My ass is yours to dance with <3 And have you talked to Tristy yet?"


All of the sudden Lizzie felt like she was going to hurl. Not because of the message, something else entirely. She dropped her phone into her lap and directed her attention to the road, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles began to change shade a little. She detoured from their route to pull into the nearest gas station. She parked in one of the parking spots far away from the door, near the grass. She knew she would never make it to the bathroom. She threw her door open and leaned over, heaving the water she had earlier onto the dirty black concrete of the parking lot.

Holding her hair back and gasping for air once her episode was over, she pulled herself back into the car, leaving the door open, and tried to catch her breath. She could cry, she was so upset. She didn't want Brik to see her like this. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She vaguely recalled reading an article about the stages of being pregnant, and that the farther you went into your second month, the more nauseous you became, and the more you had to go piss. She took the water bottle from the floorboard at Brik's feet and took some into her mouth, spitting the contents out onto the pavement before taking a swig to swallow.

She stared down at her lap for a moment, embarrassed and guilty. "Sorry about that.." was all she could think to say. She opened her clutch and pulled out a mini toothbrush with a bit of toothpaste made in the center. Handy little things. She started scrubbing at her teeth with one hand as the other typed a reply to Bones.

To: Bonsie
Message: I know, babes! Sorry! I was a little overly excited about Roxxies I guess. I haven't been out in a hot minute! With your body? Pretty damn lucky my black pussy!<3 You bet it's mine! (; and no... =/ I haven't heard from him yet.


She sent the message and sat for a moment in the car, too embarrassed to look at Brik as she finished brushing her teeth with the toothbrush-to-go. She tossed the tiny bit of plastic out her window and took another swig of the water. She pulled down her mirror to check out she looked, delicately wiping at her mouth with her thumb. She pushed the mirror away a little aggressively, as if she didn't like looking at herself.

She was going to have a good night tonight. Even if she couldn't drink, or smoke. The thought was depressing, and she was craving a cigaret like no other lately. Not being able to do what all of her friends were doing sucked. Everyone else would be plastered or high out of their minds tonight, and where would she be? Holding hair, or running back and forth to the bathroom to make emergency pees or to spend a couple minutes worshiping the porcelain king. She came back to reality, in that she still had Brik sitting in a parking lot and not on the way to the party. She looked over at him sheepishly and then put the car in reverse. Before getting back on the road, she paused and looked over at him, shamefaced and thankful for her mask. "Hey, um... Please don't mention this to everyone, okay? I know it's gross." Not that anyone will notice, and you'll probably forget once you're high enough...

She put the car back on the road with a bit more speed than she had before, and within about five minutes they were there. It took her a while to find a parking spot, and in her search for one she spotted Jay's car. "They're already in. Jay probably left our names at the door.... where the fuck is a parking spot around here?! Ah, there we go~" she purred. A car near a streetlight was pulling out. Perfect. She took the spot as it came open, and got out of the car, grabbing her clutch and shoving it under her arm. As Brik got out, she laced her arm in his and walked confidently to the front of the line, bypassing all the mouth-gaping people in que. "Hey there sexy!" she called over the boom of the bass coming from the club. "We're with Jay. Lizzie and Brik!" The large bouncer seemed to be eying her more than his list when he nodded them in. She couldn't help but grin. Jay, you rock.

She walked in with Brik, looking through the crowd to try and find their group, and grinned when she caught sight of Bones. "Bonsie!" she yelled, leaving Brik's arm to run and leap onto the other feline. "You look purrrrrfect darling!" She turned back to Brik and grinned, "What do you think of Lyfe's costume? My own creation!" she said into Bones' ear, so she could be heard over the music. What had she been worried about? Tonight was going to be great! "I want to dance!" was the next thing she was purring about, as she rocked her hips and showed herself to the dance floor. She'd dance with her girls, she dance with guys, she'd dance by herself. She just wanted to feel like her old self again. The strobe light did wonders for making her feel dizzier than she already did when standing and she laughed at the feeling of being high on life. Dirty little secrets wouldn't keep her down.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Brik furrowed his brows as he witnessed Lizzie spew the contents of her stomach onto the pavement. He said nothing, but rested his hand on her back, to let her know that he was there for him. He knew what it was like to feel humiliated for puking in front of others, so he decided to let her let it all out and wait for her to be ready to leave. It was probably from drinking too much. She probably drank before he saw her at Summer's house.

"Hey, um... Please don't mention this to everyone, okay? I know it's gross." He nodded, but he didn't understand why she was so embarrassed about it. She couldn't be hiding something, like he was. He dismissed it, letting her drive him to the party without speaking a word. He was relieved when they arrived at the Roxxie. He was beyond ready to get fucked up and forget that he was withering away, forget about his bucket list, just...forget that he was Brik Dante Hamilton. He escorted Lizzie into the building, peeking at the crowd of wasted teens through the his mask. As soon as they entered, he spotted Avery in her adorable cat costume. He always found Avery the most adorable thing in the world. She was his little girl, and he couldn't seem to deny her of anything. He couldn't even be an asshole towards her because he felt like he'd be kicking a small toddler. He watched Lizzie be her usual hyper self and he had to admit that he liked it.

"What do you think of Lyfe's costume? My own creation!"

Brik looked down at himself then back up at Avery and Liz. "I wouldn't call it much of a costume," he shrugged. "But I thought I'd let Kitten have her fun." He certainly had a soft spot for his girls. One thing that bugged him was last night. After his suicide attempt, he gave Soda the cold shoulder, however, he wasn't sure if she was still mad at him. He hated when his friends shunned him, even if he deserved it. It just rubbed salt into his festering wound. He just prayed that she wasn't planning his demise.

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Anyway, this was a party, and he was craving his release of the chains that held him. He wanted that sense of freedom that he found in the white pills, the green herbs, and the brown liquid. Digging into his jeans, he hoped that he didn't forget his supply. When he felt the plastic bag against his fingertips, he almost grinned. "There they are," he muttered lowly. Brik dove in, pulling out two Vicodins and one Oxi, he took them at the once then waited. The music pounded in his ears as he let the drugs cloak him in that sweet freedom that he yearned for. His dilated pupils flitted from one person to another and everything became so bright, so beautiful. He was in his happy state within minutes. A large smile stretched his face from behind the mask, and Brik was gone. Lyfe was here to play. With his lung aching deliciously and his blood pumping rapidly, Lyfe found himself being engulfed by the sensations and the music. Boldly, he grabbed Lizzie's hand, pulling her against his chest.

"Care to dance?" he grinned brightly. Without waiting for an answer, he spun her around then dipped her. He felt alive and dead all at the same time. Though, life was outweighing death at the moment.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Summer Vorhees

Image When Avery curled up beside her Summer smiled, flopping onto her side and looked at her fragile friend. Questions were asked but Summer just shook her head "did something stupid, Brik saw it. Then they ran off together, Brik didn't even give me a hug...your right hes a jerkface" she laughed as she joked about her uptight friend. Brik has always been an odd one and she was glad she met him by the football stands that day in Junior high. He was a mystery to her like she was a mystery in someways to others. Everyone thought they really knew Summer Vorhees, but did they really, maybe at first but people change and she sure has. Ever since her father passed she hasn't been the same Summer but no one seemed to notice and if they have they haven't said anything She had to always be careful around Jay tho, her blonde friend always knew when something was up with her, like a sixth sense. But lately shes been able to hide and mostly blame it on the drugs, yes the drugs that made her fly like the kite she was.

Looking to Avery she smiled "going to take some x then going to fresh up my face, Soda said she be here soon". Getting up from her bed she slid her feet into a pair of black heeled combat boots then went and redid her makeup. She darkened up her eyeliner and glossed up her lips, her pupils were way dilated already, they always seemed to be that way lately. She never knew exactly when her high left her because she was always popping something into her system. She grabbed her bag of goodies and slipped a couple of pills under her tongue, she couldn't wait for the club, to just let loose. She had to act like her normal self, be herself even if it was all an act.

Once she was happy with her appearance she went over to Avery and grabbed her hand "c'mon on baby lets go downstairs to wait" she pulled the girl up and continued her way down the stairs with Avery following. Her phone buzzed Jay's tune, she didn't even have to read it to know her friend was already outside the house waiting because she had the front door open staring outside. Pulling Avery along she got into the backseat of Jays car, her glasses were down to her nose as she gave a smile to Jay, trying to reassure the blonde and herself that everything was going to be alright. "Hey sexy, you look hott tonight" she leaned across to the front seat as Jay commented that Avery and her were good enough to eat "your always welcome to babay" she grinned and looked over to Kaleb. "Hey my wild man, seems like I haven't seen you in forver" she leaned forward, kissing his cheek then brought up her hand and ruffled his hair "love the look, it suits you" she teased and leaned back against the seat, her hand was still holding onto Avery's.

As Soda drove closer to Roxxies she could hear the music blasting and she was already getting excited for what the night had to bring them. As soon as the car parked Summer was out in a flash, she walked over to Jay watching as the girls friend went to speak to the bouncer. "Always have your ties don't you" she grinned the felt Jay's lips on hers, she felt the surge from the high and she was ready to go. Jay always knew how to make her fly "oh yes it is, we are going to own this place!" Soon they were led into the club, Jay yelled back to them and Summer yelled back "we better get a dance together! we gotta show them how the sexy nerds dance" she grinned and made her way into the club. She could already feel her adrenaline pumping and she was ready to let loose.

Soon Kitten and Brik found them and Summer couldn't help but hold back a whistle "damnnn hot stuff we got here, i got the goods too so hit me up if you want anything". She watched as Kitten and Lyfe went to dance, her eyes moved over the crowd and she found herself looking at a couple of familiar faces. Turning towards Kaleb and Bones "heyy ill be back..just need to go see a few people" she gave them each a kiss on the cheek then walked towards the two familiar girls.

Image Everything started to get brighter as she moved herself between the girls, it was like everything was jumping and she felt amazing. No fucking worries were going through her mind as she let herself get lost to the music. Jojo tapped her shoulder and whispered in her ear "lets go for a ride Kite, I want to go on the ride with you and I have some amazing shit you want to try" she was already in when Jojo said 'lets go'. The blonde grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the crowd and back towards the bathrooms. One of her hands went around Jojo's waiste, this is how she played. Pretending to go have sex when really she was just losing control. Its not like she had any in the first place.

Jojo and Kite made there way to the last stall, the biggest one. There were other girl, some doing drugs, some makingout but no one really paid any attention to them. She locked the door behind her and they both sat down on the floor. "Kite have you ever tried ice...its the purest form of meth, I know you've done glass but ice...girl its like heaven...omce you try this shit you'll never want to stop" Jojo's voice was hard to hear over the music but she heard most of it "never tried it but ya know im in Jojo, im always in." Jojo smirked, the blonde leaned in and kissed Kite, Summer melted into the physical touch, she wanted more but even more she wanted to try the drug. Jojo leaned back and took out a bag that held a crushed up substance, she also took out a book and a straw "lets have some fun doll". Jojo set up the lines and soon Kite was sniffing a few lines with the blonde. She couldn't wait to feel the effects of the drug, Jojo was always one to bring her the good stuff, it always seemed to make her feel better even if it was only for a few hours.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Lizzie was dancing by herself, feeling her heart soaring above the room in a high that she had never felt before. High on life, that's what the straight edge bitches would say. Whenever she heard that before, she wanted to punch them in their straight-A, mama's girl faces. She laughed at the thought now. Those bitches had been right. This was fantastic! And the best part was; she knew how she was getting home, and she was in complete control... but her friends couldn't know that. She had decided on the ride over to Roxxies that she would act drunk, to explain her puking and any further upchucks she might have through the evening. She'd just drink lots of water, and order virgin drinks when her friends were away from her to keep them off her trail.

She was spinning and jumping in a circle to the beat when her wrist was caught by a strong grip. The sudden force thrilled her, for someone to be so bold. She loved it when guys were forward with her, as long as they weren't too forward. Completely expecting to see some random 23-year-old college boy grabbing her, she was spun into his chest but the eyes she met were familiar ones. She felt her body slide easily into Brik's warm chest and she couldn't help but grin. Due to his mask, she couldn't tell if he were smiling or not, but she wanted to believe he was.

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"Care to dance?" His voice was husky and seductive in the roar of the crowd around her. She was about to answer when she felt him spin her out and then back to him, and then felt herself get dipped. The feeling of almost-falling was thrilling. As she came back up, she was breathless and her heart was pounding. She found herself face to mask with him, and she grinned. Seductively, she slowly let out her tongue and licked the nose of the lion mask. She grinned and then dipped her body against his, dropping almost to the floor and then crawling back up his front. They didn't call her Kitten for nothing. She placed one leg on each side of one of his and grinded her waist slowly against his, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull herself as close to him as possible as they danced.

From the corner of her eye she caught sight of Summer talking with a girl that Kitten had never seen before. A balloon of worry swelled into her stomach. "I'm a virgin.." Summer's soft voice whispered in her memory. She kept dancing as if she weren't thinking of such serious matters, but her mind remained focused. In about three more songs, she would go check on Summer. She watched as the sexy nerd was led into the bathroom to get into God only knows what sin. Watch over her, Lord.. It felt weird to pray in such a place, as she rubbed her body against Brik's, but it made her feel a little better knowing that she'd at least asked. That was a step, right? Reaching out to God? Maybe the situation wasn't ideal, but he would understand.

She turned her attention back to Lyfe, who she hoped was enjoying himself behind that mask of hers. He must have taken something, the lucky bastard. "You look great, Lyfe," she purred into his ear. Remembering that she was supposed to be drunk, she added, with a bit of a purr, "I'd tap that lion ass of yours!" She laughed to play it off, and spun herself around to shove her backside into his waist, rubbing and grinding it into him to the beat of the music, quite shamelessly. It felt good to be her old self again. She leaned her back against his chest, and slowly ran her fingertips down the back of his neck as she danced with him. She noticed that some guys at the bar were watching her and she got another dose of her high. She felt wanted, beautiful, and sexy... She felt alive...and, damn.. it felt good.

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Lyfe chuckled as Liz licked his mask, dancing seductively against him. Oh that female gender, what a mystery they were. She felt so soft and smooth against his skin and he couldn't deny how great it all felt. His hands were on her hips, moving them the way he liked. Lyfe was so different from Brik. Lyfe enjoyed the world, the freedom, the nightlife. Brik, however, was the walking dead. Brik grew hard from the sight of a woman. Lyfe embraced them and didn't hesitate to make his move. He swayed his body in time with Liz's, losing himself in the music. He could feel the bass in his bones, the melody on his skin, even the wave of riffs buzzing in his mind. Lyfe was absolutely free. His finger trailed down Liz's arm then down her side until he reached her hip, gripping her there. He spun her around, dipping her again before lifting her up so that they were face to mask.

He leaned down to chuckle in her ear. "I've forgotten how light on your feet you were, Kitten," he mused without letting her go. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight? If I didn't then I'm an asshole. You're fucking gorgeous, baby." His dilated eyes were on solely her. Through the haze of drugs, Brik was fully aware that Lizzie was beautiful, but Lyfe had the guts to say it. Lyfe wasn't afraid, he was fearless. He was a fucking lion, baby! "I'm craving a bit of poison, love," he mocked a British accent. "Join me." He didn't wait for an answer. Grabbing her by her waist and picking her up, bridal style, and carrying her to the bar.

"Hennessy and UV," he remembered her old drink order. Once the bartender gave them their drinks, Lyfe grabbed his Hennessy, gulping it down. With a wide smile he closed his eyes and 'whooped' loudly. "I feel like...a lion!" He roared playfully. God, he loved being high.

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Lizzie bit her lower lip as Lyfe spun her around to face him, and dipped her back again. His strong arms pulled her back up just as easily, and she laughed at the rush of blood to her head. He leaned into her, and she heard something that without the drugs, Brik would never say. "I've forgotten how light on your feet you were, Kitten," he was saying. She couldn't deny it. "I guess dance classes since I was 3 has something to do with it," she said in mock modesty. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight? If I didn't then I'm an asshole. You're fucking gorgeous, baby." She was used to seeing Brik drunk, and even high, but he hadn't been like this with her in a long while. Probably because she had been around Tristan so often.

True to her name, she accepted the compliments with a purr. Knowing her love of England and all things foreign, Lyfe dipped into a fake, but still very sexy, British accent. "I'm craving a bit of poison, love," and then, as he grabbed her hand, "Join me." It wasn't a question. He navigated them through the sea of sweaty and horny bodies. She stayed close to him, trying her best not to bump into anyone. He parked her on one of the bar stools, and stood next to her. "Hennessy and UV," he told the bartender, and Lizzie felt her stomach twist. On one hand, it was incredibly sweet of him to remember her favorite drink. On the other hand, how the hell was she going to get around this one? Her arm shot out like a snake to grab the bartender's arm. "I'll have a virgin margarita." She released him just as quickly, giving him a charming smile that wiped the alarm off his face.

She hoped that Brik was too high to notice, and she could only laugh as their drinks were placed before them and he downed his. He let out a loud 'whoop!' and turned to her. She assumed he was grinning behind his mask, because it had lifted as if his cheekbones were raised. He looked fantastic in the lighting of the bar, she had to admit. "I feel like...a lion!" he exclaimed, looking like a jitterbug. Without warning he let out a playful roar into the blasting bass.

Being completely sober when all your friends were wasted was extremely different from being wasted along with them. She took a slow draw off her virgin drink and leaned over and kissed the cheek of his mask. "You are a lion." She didn't know if he could hear her, maybe he could now that they were away from the huge speakers that took up 60% of the space beside the DJ booth. They were playing lots of dubstep tonight, so it was hard to keep track of how long it had been. She glanced over her shoulder at the bathroom, wondering how Summer was doing.

She turned back to Lyfe, watching how he radiated like a true golden lion. She hadn't seen him like this for a long time. Since middle school. Something had changed over the years, made him darker, more like rain. Seeing him in such a vibrant way was enlightening and comforting. She envied him. Within a couple of months, she would be showing, and her days of partying and living this life would be officially over. She had wanted to be a professional ballet dancer, but she didn't see how that was going to happen now.

Wasn't it alcohol that was supposed to make you depressed? She wasn't even drinking. Great. She would get all the negative effects of alcohol without the joys of being high. She took another drink of her margarita and shook her head, smiling. She wouldn't think of that right now. She would think of something else. Tristan. Fuck no, not that. She focused all of her attention on the golden lion in front of her, and pushed the rest of her woes from her mind.

"So, Lyfe.. tell me a... tell me a secret!" she smiled, leaning against the bar because she felt dizzy. Damn pregnancy. She waited for him to respond, and then she asked something that had been on her mind for a while. " What do you want to be when you grow up, Lyfe? Aside from the King of Africa," she smiled. "I've always wanted to be a ballet dancer.." she mused. She turned her blue hues up to the harsh and flickering lights of the club. No matter how hard she tried, it was like the weight of the world kept pushing back on her. She would go to church tomorrow. Maybe that would help.

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Lyfe ordered a shot as Kitten asked him about his secrets. If Brik was there, then he would have shunned her instantly, but this was Lyfe and he had nothing to hide. He eyed her, downing his shot and thinking about all his secrets. With a grin, he took off his mask, licking his lips of the alcoholic substance there. He ruffled his hair, feeling that lovely buzz. "Uh...a secret...hmm," he though, rubbing his chin and thinking. First that came to his mind was the fact that he was currently dying, but he was still sober enough to know not to share that. So he shrugged his shoulders and settled for:

"I've never had my first kiss, let alone thought about sex. I'm a worthless excuse of a man, apparently. Oh, you and Summer gave me a boner when I saw you guys kissing. It was really hot...didn't really know what hot was until I saw that, really. Plus, at your house, I peeked while you were undressing. I saw just your back though, but the way it arched was very sexy. I like the way you arch your back. Uh...I think that's about it. I'm not that interesting so I don't have much to hide," he was so high that he didn't even censor his words. The truth was pouring out of him, but he managed to hide his illness still.

He laughed almost bitterly at her next question. "What do I want to be when I grow up?" He repeated the question, tasting the words on his tongue. This time his laugh was bitter, filled with the darkness that he's hidden since his diagnosis. He ordered another shot, downing it immediately. He stared at Lizzie with dark, yet sad smile. "I want to be alive, but unfortunately God doesn't want me to be." He chuckled like it was a sick joke, and it was. He was cursed, ruined, dying. There was no bright side, no future for him and no matter how much he hated it. It was the truth. His sad smile turned into a small frown while his eyes were locked on the empty shot glass. "I'm not that lucky...I'm practically dead," he said, hoping that she couldn't hear him over the music.

His depression was returning, but he didn't want that. He wanted that freedom. He wasn't willing to let his high go yet. He ignored that ache, that pang of misery that resided in his chest. Ignoring it was all he could do. Digging in his pocket, retrieving the bag of drugs. He needed another fix. He popped another white pill into his mouth before letting out a sigh. He waited for it to kick in before all his sadness was dissolved and Lyfe was back in control. He grabbed Lizzie's hand and started to play absentmindedly with her slender fingers. "I told you my secret. Tell me your's, Kitty."

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Lizzie watched as he took his mask off, and turned to her. Lyfe was bright and golden, even without the mask. "I've never had my first kiss, let alone thought about sex. I'm a worthless excuse of a man, apparently.” “Lyfe, you aren’t--” ”Oh, you and Summer gave me a boner when I saw you guys kissing. It was really hot...didn't really know what hot was until I saw that, really.” So he definitely isn’t gay.. she giggled on the inside, more than a little proud to have been there when he started to feel something for women. Or had he always and he was just now starting to let it show? ”Plus, at your house, I peeked while you were undressing.” he was saying.

Permafrost formulated in her blood. Had he seen? Was she showing? Did he know? “I saw just your back though, but the way it arched was very sexy. I like the way you arch your back. Uh...I think that's about it. I'm not that interesting so I don't have much to hide," he concluded. She only smiled, letting her mini heart attack cool down before speaking. So he hadn’t seen. Thank God.. It was just then that she caught sight of Kaleb just a few people down, getting what appeared to be shots. She looked back at Lyfe for a second, and then returned her gaze to Kaleb but he wasn't there. Just like that, he was gone. Shrugging it off, she turned her attention back to her near-heart attack.

Luckily, he had to be high out of his mind, because Brik would never be this open with her. Only Lyfe would. At her second question, he just laughed and it didn’t sound like a joyful one. It sounded more like one of those creepy serial killer laughs. He repeated her question, and she watched in despair as his mood darkened. Lyfe threw back another shot and then turned to face her. "I want to be alive, but unfortunately God doesn't want me to be." She frowned as she saw him glare at his empty glass. Half of what he said was lost to her, but she caught part of it. “… I’m practically dead.”

He popped another pill and she decided to wait for that one to take effect before trying to talk to him. It was her fault his high was almost ruined, and she decided that she wasn’t going to be a Debbie-downer anymore tonight. Silently, she thanked him for not offering her one. It didn’t take too long, and she saw as his shoulders straightened that Lyfe was back. He took one of her hands into his and began playing with her piano fingers. “I told you my secret. Tell me yours, Kitty.”

It wasn’t the first time tonight that she was thankful for her mask to hide her blush. “Well…” she smiled and used her free hand to take ahold of his tie and pull him closer to her. “I’ve always wanted to be someone’s first kiss.” It wasn’t really a secret, just something she didn’t advertise, and of course it was more of a flirtatious comment than a true secret. She seriously doubted that he would care. Her real secrets were dark, and would just ruin his mood. I’m also pregnant, my brother beats me, and my mom is a meth addict… I liked kissing Summer, I still want to go to school, and I’m not ready to be a mom. I’m scared, Brik. I just want someone to know.

She wished that the thoughts in her mind could be said as easily as they could be conjured into her cerebellum. She forced the thoughts out of her mind as she slowly stood up from her seat, which placed her chest to chest with Lyfe, with one hand still holding his tie. Lizzie leaned into him and whispered into his ear, enjoying the smell of his hair and skin. “I wanted you to peek.”
The thought of Tristan flittered into her mind, and then out just as quickly as it had entered. How many girls had he slept with since she was gone? Or guys, for that matter? She was single. She could do what she wanted to do. Tristan just wanted to sleep around with model like girls. He didn’t want to settle down. He didn’t want a family. Not that she thought Brik did either. She just wanted to live in the moment, and not worry about the consequences or tomorrow, or what would happen in a few months.

Lizzie just wanted to be happy, to feel this, in the here and now. Liz smiled and pulled back from Brik’s ear, enjoying the feel of the bass thumping in her chest cavity. Her face barely an inch from his, her blue hues raked over his features. His forehead, eye brows, the sweet dip of his cheeks and the strong point of his nose, down to the enticing line of his jaw and his soft, inviting lips. Her heart fluttered around in her chest as she slowly brought her eyes to meet his.

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Lyfe stopped playing with Lizzie's fingers, long enough to hear her answer. He grinned as she took hold of his tie, moving closer so that he was able to smell her perfume. It was nearly intoxicating. With a growing smile, he stared at her through glassy dark eyes. Lyfe was tempted, but that annoying voice in his mind nagged at him. He waved it away, letting himself be cast under Kitten's spell. His mind was battling his body. Flesh against spirit. Right against wrong.

Brik: Stop it, she's your friend. You don't fuck your friends.

Lyfe: But look at her, man. She wants me.

Brik: NO!

Lyfe: YES!

Brik: I swear if you do this, I'll-

Lyfe: You'll what? Hurt me? I'm you, dumbass. I'm also Lyfe and I do whatever I damn well please. Remember that, Brisket. It's time you become a man.

“I wanted you to peek.” Lizzie purred in his ear. Lyfe bit his lips as Brik tried to ruin everything, he wasn't going to let that pessimist bastard mess up this moment. He and Liz were now chest to chest, her hand still gripping his tie and their faces almost an inch apart. He could see it in her blue eyes that she wanted him, just as badly as he wanted her. Who was he to deny her. But Brik was still holding him back.

Brik: This is going to fuck up years of friendship.

Lyfe: Shut up and enjoy this, will you.

Lyfe placed one hand on her cheek, allowing it to caress her skin while his other hand rested on her waist. No regrets, no worries, just this moment. He pulled her as close as he could, causing their lips to brush slightly. He smile a bit before whispering against her lips: "Fuck it." He closed the space between them and let himself go. His lips moved slowly against hers, and though he wasn't experienced in this area of intimacy, he still knew not to involve the tongue unless she willed him to. Her lips were so soft and in the back of his mind, he could hear Brik protesting. He mentally stuck his middle finger up at the bastard. Before he knew it, Lyfe had her pinned against the bar. His eyes were closed, but he could see sparks and fireworks, everything just made sense. The world seemed to fade away, the music was just background noise and the crowd wasn't there anymore. When he pulled away, he was almost breathless. The dull ache in his chest no longer mattered, neither did the fact that he was probably going to be buried soon. All that mattered was here and now. He looked down at her with hooded eyes that were darker than before. As he stared at her, Lyfe realized that Lizzie was no longer his friend. She was more than that now: she was his first kiss.

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The high Jaylene was experiencing was out of this world. She melted into Spitz, not entirely by choice but by the effect of high-quality cocaine that was making her body something other than her own. She didn't even notice when her body produced natural condensation and the beads trickled down from her collar bones, trailing beneath her shirt to her belly button. Her tawny skin glistened as she moved, her waist held hostage by the tall, designer dressed dealer. Warping around her, the club droned away to leave Jaylene with nothing aside from her miraculous high, Spitz, and the rhythm of the music.

Arching her back, she let her shoulders and abdomen fall away from Spitz, counting on his strength to balance her out as her hips remained close to his. They wined and rolled in painstaking, alluring waves against his groin. It was safe to say she was feeling herself more than him, but she was too bombed to bother finding anyone else to dance with and Spitz was one hell of a ride. He ran a hand down the center of her body as the motion of her hips elicited raw hunger inside of him, stopping just short of the button on her shorts. It was hard for him not to tear her in half right then and there - but he wasn't stupid enough to screw a minor. He wanted to break her off something fierce, that much was evident in the starvation in his chestnut eyes. But for the time being he'd enjoy the teasing and the rapture of sharing an unworldly high with a green-eyed siren as she leaned away from her ribs up and kept one if his legs locked with both of hers while she ground against him.

Had he been out of the public eye and in a less crowded atmosphere, things would get a lot more unadulterated and intense. Jaylene wasn't a bonehead, she knew this. It was what ensured her she was safe and could afford to be a little risqué with Spitz. She looked out over the inhabitants of the club, embellished in costumes and glitter, having the time of their lives. There was a split second that passed between the sight of Brik and Lizzie kissing and Kaleb approaching. Thank God, she didn't have time to react to the first thing she spotted.

A ripped smile spread across her nude pink lips as she oscillated to stand upright and properly greet her friend. Her notions of Brik and Lizzie evaporated into thin air as Kaleb, sexy in his aggression, whipped Soda away from Spitz. Like that, she was becoming one with someone else. The collision of her body and his made sparks fly while her glassy eyes searched his with suggestiveness. "See, I know you weren't just trying to get with my girl." Jaylene giggled, "Nawwwww." Despite the obvious animosity brewing, Jaylene smiled from ear to ear as she ran a hand up the back of Kaleb's neck and spread out her fingers to softly grab a handful of hair. The sensation was unreal.

"No fingers in this honey jar," Jaylene said to herself, ignored by Kaleb and Spitz who were having a stare down.

The two boys stared at each other with burning rancor for one another, all this over Jaylene. They didn't seem to care about the club, their surroundings - all they cared about was their hormonal bullshit and territory like a couple of dogs pissing on a fire hydrant. Jaylene would have been amused or irritated if the drugs weren't eating away 90% of her insignificant thoughts. A slew of insults audaciously escaped Kaleb's mouth without regret. If Jaylene had been clean, she may have been insulted herself by some of the comments. But as it were, she was turned on. This stuff is definitely good shit, she thought to herself while looking back to Spitz.

"Homeboy don't get your shit twisted, I would lay you the fuck out if you were anybody else." Spitz had eyes full of fire as he was stolen from. But coolly, he shrugged it off and cut his losses, "Man you better hope you don't leave this place without Jay by your side because you'll get stomped. See I just have the decency," he withdrew his hands to pat his chest, "Not to act like a fuckin' dog in front of a female." Spitz tugged at his Ralph Lauren scarf, cocking a crooked smirk and walking away.

ImageTension hung in the air until Spitz disappeared. "Take it easy, killer," Jaylene cooed into her costumized hero's ear, jumping and wrapping her legs around him, "Someone might get hurt." She basked in the friction, the smell of his hair. Blitzed and sensual, she was bound to break some rules as she looked over his shoulder to see her friends making out by the bar. Was she going to vomit, or was that desire twisting in her gut again? "Looks like everyone is enjoying themselves," she said flatly into his ear, tempted to nibble at the lobe but refraining, "What brings you to my rescue, why aren't you with your sunshine?" Her eyes scaled the room to find Summer in an attempt to answer her own question, but Kite was disappearing from Avery's side and trotting off. Poor thing - all dressed up and stepped boldly beyond her boundaries. She was beside herself in the crowd, looking like a tasty little kitty cat treat. Jaylene was positive, however, the girl wouldn't go more than fifteen minutes without being badgered by interested candidates who surely appreciated her effort.

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Then her vision scraped over Lizzie at the bar, glittering and adorned in a mask. Her eyes moved so slowly, Jaylene was obligated to think her anima was trying to wreak havoc on her night. When Brik pinned Lizzie, Jaylene snapped her eyes away and looked up into the sable, possessive and seething ones of Kaleb, commenting, "Everyone is off doing their own thing tonight." She threw her head back so that he couldn't hear her, "My ego is sinking faster than the fucking Titanic annnnnd tonight has already topped last night in shittiness," then she continued, singing the first good song they played all night, "Don't make no promises but promise I can fuck you better."

Cocaine ate away at her yet, still her green conscience grew at what she had seen. Now she'd harbor bigger chips on her shoulder, she had to put it to rest before her ugly alter ego came out to play. Jaylene wrapped her arms around Kaleb's neck and put on a smile.

Besides, she had her legs wrapped around the epitome of tall, dark and handsome; she had to remind herself of that. And under her watch, he wasn't going anywhere. Carnal desires were having their way and she wasn't about to let Kaleb out of her sight again. Something had been flickering and pinpricking inside of her where he was concerned, probably for the past twelve or more hours; if she couldn't put her finger on it the blow would.

Girls would be fucked up and angry over the fact that the mock-Aladdin with dark inviting eyes was focusing on the blond in her effortless get-up. And Jaylene was tickled pink to have him in the state of things. What she'd seen by the bar and her shitty morning was fucking her up and making her undernourished for someone's touch; Kaleb was just what the doctor ordered.

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It seemed like everything was working around her as if her life were a movie and someone had accidentally sat on the remote. Now the picture played in a surreal state of slow motion, and everything in the background melted like chocolate on a hot day into darkness. He seemed to have having a similar internal struggle with himself, but for some reason she couldn’t pull herself away. ”Fuck it” she heard him mumble, feeling his lips brush hers just slightly as he spoke. Suddenly, he had gone from shy and timid Brik to aggressive and lustful Lyfe. His mouth pressed to hers in heat of the moment passion, and before she knew it Lizzie found herself pinned against the bar.

Liz an a hand into his golden mane and tenderly bit his lip, tugging lightly on the soft flesh. She didn’t know how long they were kissing, but when he slowly pulled away she could feel her heart hammering in her chest. When her eyes met his she saw a Brik that she had never seen before. The way he was looking at her made her skin rise up in goose bumps from the small of her back to her arms. For some reason, even though she was the one that baited him into this, she felt shy now. Part of her wanted to kiss him again, and part of her wanted to go dance. Neither part won out, because she suddenly felt like she was going to puke. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go to the bathroom. Miss me!” a smile tugged at her lips as she reluctantly pulled herself away from the bar and went to the restroom.

Lizzie casually went to open the door, and was surprised to feel the door not budge. It was locked? Oh hell no, I’m not puking out here. Pissed off, she threw her fist into the door and yelled to the people inside. “Open the fucking door!” She immediately heard a click and she was able to enter. “Chill the hell out, girl, damn,” came a stoned reply to her rage. “Oh fuck yo—Summer?” Her attention was caught by her beautiful dark haired temptress. Is she..? Horror rose it’s ugly head inside Lizzie’s emotional wall. She wouldn’t make it to a stall.

She shoved a couple of girls that were making out by the sinks away and proceeded to give the club back it’s margarita, and a bit of water that she had had in the car. Both of her hands gripped the sink as she lost control over her insides. When she was done, a couple of the girls were staring at her disgust. She groaned and washed out her mouth. Once her vitals were stable again, she returned her attention to her friend.

Dismay swam through her veins as she looked her beautiful angel over. Liz was too sober for this. She could feel herself already starting to get mad. Kite was doing meth. METH. Summer knew how Lizzie’s mom was fucked up because of this shit, and here she sat. The only thing keeping Lizzie from going over the complete deep end was that she did not see any needles around. She tried to gain her barring. Her head was pounding, she felt tired, she kept puking, she just wanted to go home. Lizzie shook the thoughts from her head and returned her attention to the bathroom to look for Summer.

Guilt began to snake it's way around Lizzie's body. She had promised Summer she would always be there for her, back when they first met. She had broken that promise twice now. Once, when she tried to escape her abusive and toxic family, and again now. She had saw Summer sneaking off with this girl, and she knew. She knew nothing good was going to come out of it. Summer was her own person, though. Lizzie didn't want to try and be a mom for Summer when she couldn't stand the idea of becoming a mom for her own baby. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe she was just terrified of watching one of her best friends slip into the coffin her mother was in.

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Before she could protest, or say anything about the meth, Lizzie was being swept away by Kite who was purring for a dance. “Let’s just let loose and have some fun tonight, forget about our worries and everything else!" The idea sounded good in theory, but she was too sober to ignore the fear that was clawing skyward from her stomach. As they were exiting the lavatory, the blonde girl that had been all over Summer came up and kissed Kite. Lizzie could just hear the words whispered, and it made her blood turn to lava in her veins. "We will see each other soon baby, very soon.." She was tempted to lay the girl out right then and there, but Kite was already dragging her onto the dance floor.

The urge to punch the shit out of the other blonde was still at a record high when Kite pulled herself in close to Summer and began dancing with her. Lizzie was just tall enough in her heels to find Brik over the mass of people, she waved for him to come join them once they made eye contact. She turned her attention back to the goddess of a female that was grinding into her waist. She wished so badly that she were drunk, so that she could fully enjoy herself without her guilty conscious or worries. Kite leaned into her and whispered, "You look so sexy tonight Kitten, I remember when I first met you. It was at a party and you were wearing ears and a tail. I thought you were so cute, I knew I had to be your friend.” Kitten smiled.

“You look like a nerd goddess,” she whispered back with a smile. It was good to see Kite so happy, but she wondered at what cost? "Fuck I feel like im flying Kitten, flying so high I never want to come down!” Kitten realized then that Summer wasn’t there. Kite wasn’t either. They were both way, way up in the sky, floating with the stars in a world that Kitten would never be able to reach. She moved her body in time with the rhythm, and her friend, figuring that it was no use in trying to scold or comfort her right now. Everything she said would either be lost to the music, or just go floating in one of Kite’s ears and out the other.

"Never want to come down Kitten, never ever. Don't have to worry about finding people dead or anything else...no worries, no unwanted feeling except pure bliss.” What the fuck did she just say? Finding dead people? What the [b]fuck? It took all of her self restraint not to jerk back and ask what the hell she was talking about. Remembering that she was supposed to be drunk, she did her best to ignore the comment and focused on acting her part. She would add that to the growing list of things to talk to Summer about.

Part of what Kite was saying was lost to her, due to the music, but she did make out that Kite had said she liked her, but she could never… something… That part was lost as Kite turned around to shove her perfectly shaped backside into Kitten’s front. Lizzie laughed, and grounded herself with a stance that would allow her to support both herself and Kite. Lizzie looked around and spotted Bones, waving for her to come join them, too. She pushed all negative thoughts from her mind, watching the strobe light in an attempt to get that high-on-life feeling back that she had when she was dancing earlier, and when she was kissing Brik. The memory made her smile even more, and let loose a bit.

“Kite and Kitten in the house, bitches!!” she yelled into the bass of the song, dancing with Kite. Her heart felt like it could explode from beating so hard, and tiny beads of sweat rolled down her back under her top. She swung around to bring Kite to her front and pressed her waist into her friends, dancing like most of the other girls in the club were, only better because she had Kite as a dance partner. She dipped her head back and then brought it forward, and laid eyes on non-other than Tristan Hale. Every ounce of guilt that she had regarding kissing Brik flew like a million escaping butterflies out the window. He was deep in the center of a group of drunk college girls, looking as though he were really enjoying himself.

She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the lovely brunette that she was all but riding on the dance floor. “You’re one bad bitch, Kite. I’m glad we’re friends, too.” She pulled Summer close to whisper in her ear, “And you’re right. Let’s just have some fun tonight.” Lizzie spun herself out and then back into Summer, hoping that when Brik came over he would join her in a little Summer sandwich.

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She didn't waver or blench when Madz showed up, her shadowy hair framing her perfectly devilish face and accented with big, rotund dark eyes. There was no argument there; point blank, Jaylene had some of the most attractive friends in the country. With her thighs gripped by Kaleb's brawny hands, she tightened them around him but let herself sink a little to dangle off as he talked to Madeline.

To be completely honest, it had been ages since a high lasted this long. The blond relished in it while the music called to her and marionetted her body on cue. Occasionally, during the exchange between miss Madeline and Kaleb, Jaylene would flirtatiously give them looks then mutter to herself. The lights danced over the three in fast waves, kindling them in varicolored hues.

But she wouldn't dare look at the bar again. Not unless she wanted to deplete her sexual appetite and fall asleep in her bed alone, cradling Mitzie and being tempted to cry like a spoiled brat. Hell. No. And it was hard for her to discern whether or not she was just cold or had a natural tendency to power down her heart's impressions before they got too deep. Was she so emotionally fucked up that she had trained herself only to have friends - nothing more or less? Maybe that's why she hadn't gotten laid in so long. She remembered the vow she made earlier in her room to keep away from him. Suddenly she thanked herself, at least following her own instruction to do something half intelligent for once.

His inky eyes ignited and Kaleb nuzzled his face into the nape of her neck. Inducing venereal quivers, the touch made her all sorts of excited. She grinned and gasped, "Their own thing, yeah - everyone's having fun." Did she dare point in the direction, to even remotely consider taking a second glance? Why would she ruin a moment that was taking her away from that emotional austerity? She wouldn't. In any case, she had the perfect antiserum for her grief, slight heartache, and death-promoted dispassion. It led her to wonder why she turned such a blind eye to Kaleb's sex appeal. Oh, that's right.

I never fuck my homies.

In spite of everything, would she break her golden rule? It was hard to say no, the way he pulled her closer and tickled her skin with his touch and forced her lechery out of hiding. She didn't know a single female, aside from Summer, who could deny the dangerously dusky, arcane, handsome and well spoken Kaleb. Negligence turned its sights on her friendships when Jaylene decided she didn't give a shit if they didn't. Had her hands not been looped around Kaleb she'd have counted with her fingers how many times she saved all of their asses. How many times would she go out of her way for them and obey her moral code to be spit on? Kaleb appreciated her and… Fuck it.

He was there now. Carrying her like a goddamn princess and looking at her like she was the only girl in the room. It wasn't like Jaylene went out of her way to find a guy who did all that schmaltzy crap, but it was right in front of her in the form of something way less saccharine and terribly more perilous and inviting. She was seizing it.

"Soda, you're gonna get yourself in trouble."
Her back hit the wall and she fought for breath, forgetting to inhale for so long and maybe a little surprised by the gesture. She felt his bones framing her body and weighing against her; it was an unparalleled symmetry she hadn't experienced before. His hands, rough against her supple skin in an intoxicating fashion, sent her into coital nervosa. She'd even entertained the thought of her being so stewed by the premier stimulant coursing through her that she was imagining it all. But it was real, and she was punctually reminded when Kaleb whispered hoarsely, "You're mine Jay."

Oh? A grin fell upon her lips as she tugged at the seam of his shirt. She wanted him in a way that was indomitable by anything or anyone. "Putting a claim on me," she breathed when they broke away from a kiss, grabbing at his hair again and sinking a little to kiss down his throat and trace over his Adam's apple with pliant, cool lips, "I'm into it. But not everything…" Image

He kissed her again, more of an assault than anything. It sparked off her lust. Pressing a palm against his chest, she forced him away yet savored the taste of him, "Belongs to you." She ran her tongue along perfect ivory teeth then breathed hotly as if she had just finished running for five miles. Vacillating towards him again, she dragged her lips up his jawline, "All the girls will be so jealous of me when they know that you're sleeping in my bed tonight." It was a demand; not a theory, not a request. She nipped at his lower lip.

Adjusting her bra and wiping at the sweat that had formed on her breasts, she laughed a little while she began towards the crowd again. Stopped short, she turned around and tried to suppress a desire-fueled simper, "Better get back to your girls."

She had to fan herself as she snaked through the crowd and broke through a tight-knitted group by the bar. Nearly stumbling into the counter and squished by other customers, she waved a hand to order a screwdriver. When she received the drink she found Brik with her wandering eyes. Her recent encounter billowed away when his face came into focus. Suppressing vomit, she approached him with a mock grin and drink in hand, "Well hey there handsome!" She pressed the cool drink to his chest, "I just wanted to congratulate you. For proving to me that you're not A) gay or B) intangible by something other than doctors." Laughing, she shrugged and grabbed his hand to force it around the drink she'd ordered, "I figure since you're terminal you have nothing to lose."

Though she was joking, her tone was laced with grim jealousy and accuracy. It was an estimate of hers, that he had a degenerative disease. By his consistent hospital visits, dwindling color and ceaseless coughing, symptoms were unquestionable. She hadn't enough existing perseverance or imperturbability to compress the truth that had been hiding in his silence. Jaylene was like a dog - she sniffed that sort of thing out and for the sake of her friend's comfort not being breached, she'd stay quiet. But not today. All censorship was out the window with her sobriety. Her hand reached into her back pocket to retrieve a baggy that she threw at his face, "Congratulations, again. Really!" She turned on her heel, feeling lighter but somehow angrier. Leaving the veracity hanging in the air to dwell on his conscience rather than hers, she stormed out of the club.

"Yo, ma! Wait up!" She heard jogging behind her, whipping around to find the drug dealer she'd been whisked away from. Patting his pockets, his fleshy lips rolled before smiling right at her, "You want a parting gift?" He seemed pleased to find her alone, perhaps because he could entrap her, perhaps because he could scheme his revenge on the hotheaded teenager who pried Jaylene from his grasp. Irregardless of whatever his reason was for being so fucking peachy, Jaylene welcomed it and guided him towards her car.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Lyfe downed another shot, sighed happily and slamming the glass back onto the bar. He paid the bartender, thanked him then placed his mask back onto his face. His dilated hazel eyes roamed the club before landing on Lizzie as she waved him over, he didn't hesitate to oblige. Squeezing pass sweaty bodies and high teenagers, Lyfe reached the ladies room just in time to see Summer and Lizzie grinding to the music. He laughed a bit, "Why do I always find you two in the most compromising positions." He was joking obviously, but part of him was actually contemplating why.

"Never want to come down Kitten, never ever. Don't have to worry about finding people dead or anything else...no worries, no unwanted feeling except pure bliss.” His smile faltered slightly. Dead? He furrowed his brows, staring at Summer as his heart beat quickened. Was she referring to him? Did she know? He tried to dismiss it, but it ate at him. He left the bathroom, feeling his high slowly decrease. No. He needed this, he didn't want to let his high go.
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His skin felt slick with sweat, the music surrounded his in a dome of sound, and his mind was clouded with the bliss of drugs. He spotted Lizzie and Summer on the dance floor. He was about to join them, but he needed another drink to clear his mind. He made his way to the bar and was about to order when he spotted Jaylene in the corner of his eye. He could have swore that he'd just seen her with Kaleb. He wasn't sure what they did together, but then again, it wasn't his business. Waiting for the bartender to finish serving her, he took off his mask, placing it on the bar. His eyes were on the crowd of rowdy, partying people. Despite the fun that was happening around him, Lyfe couldn't stop thinking about Summer's rambling. How long has she known? Was it that obvious? He didn't know, but that didn't stop it from feeding on him. He turned back to the bar, a drink would help him forget, he was already buzzed and high, after all. As he opened his mouth, Soda popped up beside him. He smiled at her, "Hey, Soda. Haven't seen you all night. This party is awesome."

"Well hey there handsome!" she replied, her voice had an edge to it and Lyfe could tell that she was beyond high at the moment. She placed her drink against his bare chest. It was cool against his hot skin and it felt pretty damn relieving. "I just wanted to congratulate you. For proving to me that you're not A) gay or B) intangible by something other than doctors."

She then laughed, forcing her drink into his hand. He wasn't laughing though. He knew that she was referring to his kiss with Liz, but what bothered him wasn't the gay comment. He was never with anyone, and he never really talked about his sexuality, so he wasn't surprised when they assumed that he just wasn't interested in women. What really gnawed at him was her comment about his hospital visits. He knew that his friends weren't stupid, but he had hoped and prayed that they wouldn't notice his unhealthy state. "I figure since you're terminal you have nothing to lose."

Her words were like a dagger in his chest and suddenly his buzz was gone, and Lyfe was slipping away. He wasn't smiling anymore, he didn't want to dance anymore, and he sure as hell didn't want to be there anymore. His high was completely ruined, and as Lyfe was shoved away, Brik was back and he was utterly annoyed. He just stared at her blankly, masking his anger. His lips were drawn into a tight line, but that was the only thing that conveyed his distress. He could hear the bitterness in her tone, but whatever it was that she was upset about, he couldn't see why she would take it out on him. He didn't do anything to her and his terminal illness wasn't something to be laughed at. He wanted to yell at her, but what good would it do. He would be wasting his breath. She wasn't even sober enough to understand his irritation. "Congratulations, again. Really!" He wanted to sneer at her face and say: "What the hell is wrong with you? Do you really think that my death is funny? Does it look like I'm laughing, right now? Fuck you, Jay, fuck you. I didn't think that you'd ever be this much of a bitch." But he said absolutely nothing.

Brik just stood there with her drink in his hand, his blood boiling, and an empty look on his once happy face. He watched her turn on her heels and stroll away. He looked at the drink in his hand, a look of bitterness in his face. He shook his head, "So much for her not being mad at me..." he sighed. Brik just wanted to leave. His high was gone, he was just done with the bullshit. He grabbed his mask, placing the untouched drink onto the bar, and walked away. He slid pass Lizzie and Summer, muttering a cold 'goodbye,' before making his way to the door. He'll walk home. Lizzie deserved to have fun without his dark mood pulling her down. It would be a fairly long walk, but he knew his way around and didn't want to be around people.

So, she knew...she always knew... Brik wanted nothing more than to give her a piece of his mind, he had nothing to lose, however, he still loved her, just like he loved all his friends. And even though she hurt him...he couldn't bring himself to return the favor.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Summer was loving how her body was moving against Lizzie's, there was like a magical feeling to it. She was spun around so that she was facing Lizzie, she smirked and ground herself against the blonde "fuck I feel like a puddle of....." she shook her head trying to figure out what she was going to say "ahh I forgot what I was going to say" she laughed, bringin her hands to Lizzie's hips "Im so glad your back Kitten" she brought one hand up to Kitten's hair and woven her fingers through the blonde locks gently "please don't leave again, I can't lose another one". She didn't know what she was saying, she just was rambling which could be bad if she blurted out something that she did not want anyone to find out.

Her eyes raked the crowd as she tried to figure out where all her friends were, in the past they usually all kept together. There bodies meshed together as the ruled the dance floor but now they were all spread apart. She wondered if this was a sign that they were all going different directions. She shook her head, she couldn't think that, her friends were the only ones she really had left in her life. Without her she really had no one, and wasn't she the one that kept them all together. Not anymore it seemed. "I need to stop thinkingg" she muttered outloud, if her hands weren't on Kitten she would probably smacked herself.

"Kitten...about earlier....im sorry...the kiss....I shouldn't have" she leaned in and whispered in the girls ear, no she should have not kissed the girl. Especially with how she has been, Kitten couldn't find out how far she was lost, no one could "just don't tell anyone what you saw today....no one knows, our little secret" She brought her head back just as Kitten dipped back. The music was louder and she just kept going, her white button down slid down her arms to the floor, she was now just in her bra and shorts. A girl came up behind her, she looked behind her and she was now sandwhiched between Kitten and Jojo. She smirked and moved herself against the bodies that held her, she wasn't aware how Kitten felt about Jojo so she just let herself ride the high.

A few minutes later Brik came by but he no longer seemed like Lyfe, a brief goodbye and Brik was walking towards the exit. She glanced at Kitten "I think Brik needs some happy pills" she then wiggled herself out from Kitten and Jojo, grabbing Kitten's hand she followed after Brik unaware Jojo was following. Once they were close enough Summer ran and jumped onto Brik's back "Brikkkk I got some lovely stuff that will liven out, please dont leave. We haven't even got to dance" she pouted and fished a few pills from her pockets, she guessed they were x but she wasn't exactly sure and everything was too blury for her to really tell. "Please bring Lyfe back....I feel so good I can't stand to think your leaving looking so down".

She jumped down from his back and turned him to face her, she gave him a pout and then put the pills in her friends hand "c'mon you know you want to" her eyes glimmered from the strobe light, she let out a tiny giggle as she felt hands come around her waist. Jojo whispered in her ear "lets go do a few more lines and dance, if your friend wants to leave then let him. Hes just waisting a perfectly good party", Summer shook her head and tried to get Jojo's hands off her but the girl wouldn't budge "not now Jojo, im good and besides I thought you were here with Kate". Jojo rolled her eyes "Kate's around but I want you Kite, c'mon baby lets have fun". Summer shook her head still looking at Brik "I came with my friends Jo, we can hang another night" she was still holding Brik's hand "so how about that dance Briky?" Jojo was still holding on but Summer wasn't paying attention to the girl any longer, the girl had to let go at some point.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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ImageThe parking lot was bare aside from parked cars and abandoned empty plastic cups. Jaylene kicked at a few as she walked a bit ahead of Spitz who was cracking jokes at the expense of girls in the club with less than appealing physiques and dance moves. Her amused laughter echoed throughout the stark parking lot. "… And she had half of her booty comin' out the top of her shorts like - why did you think that would fit your body. Girls is crazy, man."

Gathering handfuls of hair, she pulled her locks into a high ponytail and yanked open the door of her car to grab a hardback from the passenger side. Spitz took it from her hands, looking into her eyes as if to ask if it were okay. She obliged him, commenting, "Guys are crazier."

"Why's that ma?" He sat on the hood of her car, straightening and steadying the bound book on his legs. Hoisting herself up next to him under the lone flickering street light, she sighed heavily, "They think girls are dumb enough to not take a fuckin' hint." Spitz mimicked being blown away, putting a hand to his chest and widening his umber eyes at her, "I never underestimate a female. Homeboy got you fucked up huh?" He was referring to Kaleb, attempting to seize an opportunity to have more of a reason to go after him.

"Kaleb? Fuck no. He'd never do me like that. That's my babe," she sighed, waiting patiently. With a disappointed nod, Spitz edged a business card up to make two long dashes on the surface of the treatise. His Adam's apple bobbed with strain for a moment until he ventured, "That your mans huh?"

Hours of darkness crept around Jaylene, making her want to rip off every last piece of her 'costume' in an attempt to shed the night's events away. All of her fury welled up in the pit of her stomach; how could Brik have lied to her - to everyone, for that long, and act so surprised and insulted? The blank look on his face told no lies, Jaylene had become well acquainted with the impassivity. It was a front for all the things he felt and endured. And if what she said made him rattled, good. At least he could feel something.

She ignored Spitz for a moment as his mahogany gaze burnt into her and his high cheek bones tensed with the clenching of his jaw. He accepted her silence and handed her half of a straw for easier consumption. Slanting her posture, she bent towards his lap and helped herself, more than grateful for his altruism. Luckily for her, all the right people with all the right intentions had been showing up at just the right time all night long to save her from herself. When she hauled up again, she cleared her throat and rubbed three fingers against the bridge of her nose, "Yeah, something like that."

"So I gotta' ask who you're talkin' about, or, at least what's bothering you." Soda laughed, arching her back and putting her palms behind her to lean rearward and look at the sky. Yeah, like you really fuckin' care about anything aside from unzipping my shorts. But if it would buy her time and deter him, she'd sure as hell humor him.

"I have a friend who has been keeping a health issue from me. I think it's something serious," she left out the fraction of the story where she was wildly jealous and irritated, "I pick him up from the hospital, he tells me nothing. Not shit. Nada." She cut her hand through the air to signify it - zero. The drug enhanced her socializing skills and eased her chagrin. "Coughs up blood and all this shit. I don't know, I act oblivious. I don't say anything, it's not worth the bullshit that will follow." Spitz snuffled away his portion and nodded, impressed by the girl as if she was from another planet, "So why didn't you call him out?"

Triggering a shake of her head, she exhaled heavily as the two shared a potentially enlightening, cloying moment. Apportioning being gassed the fuck up was enough. She didn't want to disclose much more, so she simply stated, "I did." and crossed one long, tan leg over the other.

With his dark, buff eyes relaxed and his mind gone, Spitz tugged at his scarf and then wrapped it around Jaylene's neck haphazardly, "Now you look like you're going to a Harvard banger." At this, Jaylene started rolling. It wouldn't have been that funny if she was less emotionally strained and high, but at that particular moment it was hilarious. She pressed faux glasses up the bridge of her nose and continued with ridicule, "I hope I don't have to do the walk of shame in the morning."

The dealer grinned in complete wonderment. He's probably just ripped. Resting a hand on the flesh of her knee, he boldly added, "Don't worry yourself with people who ain't loyal or honest to you. For real, real talk. If your homeboy isn't telling you what's going on with him, he don't respect you enough to tell you. That's all it is." Jaylene scoffed, not wanting to accept it but knowing it was true.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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While they were dancing the drugs in Kite’s system had her rambling on about God-knows what. Lizzie really couldn’t hear her that well while they were dancing. She spotted Maddie a few bodies over and grinned, yelling to the girl who was sexing it up on a fine looking college boy. “Get it, Mads!” Liz turned her attention back to the siren dancing on her just as Summer leaned in to tell her, ” "Kitten...about earlier....im sorry...the kiss....I shouldn't have" Lizzie shook her head. “Don’t worry about that little mama. Wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy myself. Brik liked it too, for that matter,” she grinned.

Summer looked like it was really bothering her, though, so when she asked Lizzie to keep it a secret Liz agreed. “My lips,” she made a gesture of sealing her lips, “are sealed.” The two were having a grand time, grinding back and forth, and Lizzie was just about to forget her woes completely when that damn blonde from the bathroom showed up. All at once her sober mind flicked into Barbie Bitch. Luckily for the other blonde girl, ‘Jojo’ as Kite had called her, Brik suddenly appeared. And then left. What just happened? Did he say bye? Lizzie followed after Summer, who was following after Brik, who was being trailed by Jojo.

Summer was doing what Summer does best when Lizzie caught up, having gotten stuck once or twice by sweaty hormonal bodies that got in her way. “Brik, stay..” she added, as Summer pleaded with him, "Please bring Lyfe back....I feel so good I can't stand to think your leaving looking so down". As Kite was talking to Brik, Lizzie was eying the blonde headed girl with growing distaste. In her mind, she was the sole person to blame for Kite being found doing meth in the bathroom. Rage bubbled in her stomach and she couldn’t stop the glare that was forming on her face.

"lets go do a few more lines and dance, if your friend wants to leave then let him. Hes just waisting a perfectly good party", Jojo was saying. Lizzie felt her left eye twitch just slightly. The first part of what jojo had said to Kite was lost, but the last part she heard loud and clear. “.. I want you Kite, c'mon baby lets have fun". Fun, as in do more meth and plunge Summer deeper into the coffin that Lizzie’s mom was in. Oh, hell no..

Summer diverted her attention back to Brik, looking a little uncomfortable with the way she was being held by Jojo. The moment both Brik and Summer’s attention were distracted, Lizzied balled her fist and felt it connect with Jojo’s nose. In the moment that it happened, Lizzie could feel a slight give which was the girl’s already fragile cartilage snapping. Had she not been a druggie, her nose would have survived the punch. Time stopped standing still when blood splurted from Jojo’s nose and onto Lizzie’s fist.

She had just retracted her hand when the girl finally processed what was going on. “Stay the fuck away from her, bitch, she said she’s here with us,”[/b] Lizzie growled. Barbie Bitch was here to play. Lizzie didn’t give the girl a chance to recover from the first blow before she was throwing a second one. Liz didn’t fight like girls. She didn’t believe in that hair-pulling, clawing shit. The second punch didn’t land because it was just a threat, warning the girl that she would hit her again if she came near Kite again.

With her blood still boiling, she flicked her wrist to shake the blood from her hand. It was only a few splatter dots on the back of her hand, but for Jojo it was pouring down her face. The punch had vaulted Jojo off of Summer, and so Lizzie turned and drug both of her friends threw the crowd of people to leave the scene. Wouldn’t want the bouncers to come for them. “Stay away from that girl, Kite,” Lizzie was saying as she stopped once they reached the other side of the club. Her tone wasn’t forceful or mean, it was gentle and caring. “Sorry…” she added. “I’ve had one too many I guess.. My temper’s getting the best of me.” She suddenly felt very fragile.

Lizzie looked over to Brik and then to Summer. “Let’s dance.” Hoping that Brik’s happy pills would be taking over soon, she put herself between him and Summer and pulled Kite into her. She backed up into his groin and pulled Kite into hers with a purr. “Yolo!” She grinned as she started dancing on Brik, waiting for Lyfe to come back. Lizzie figured that Summer was already high enough to enjoy herself despite watching her dealer get punched out.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Brik jumped a bit when Summer hopped onto his back. As cute as she was, Brik was not in the mood to be played with. "Please bring Lyfe back....I feel so good I can't stand to think your leaving looking so down". She hopped off his back, spinning him towards her and placing that magical pill in his hand. He barely noticed the little blonde that was badgering Kite as he contemplated if he should stay or go. He was so fed up with the night already, but looking down at Kite's adorable face...he couldn't refuse her. He sighed, popping the pill into his mouth and swallowing dry. He felt nothing for a good minute or two, but then when it hit him, he heard the sound of bones crunching. He glanced at Lizzie, seeing the blood on her fist and the blonde in pain. He just raised an eyebrow as his high increased. He wasn't even concerned for the girl.

She probably deserved it.

A large smile graced his face and Lyfe was back with a vengeance. He moaned happily, feeling his body get lighter and lighter. He forgot his previous worries and fears. He didn't remember why he wanted to leave. All cared about was the now. His pupils were dilated, body rippling with bliss, skin tingling with the sensation of freedom. He eyed the two girls dancing in front of him. He didn't think...he just felt. His hands slid to Liz's waist, his head resting in the crook of her neck. He gently bit her there and chuckled a bit, "I'm back, Kitten," he smirked. "Don't even remember why I was mad." He swayed his hips in time with her's, pressing her body against his chest. "So soft," he murmured.

He was smiling like the Cheshire cat, singing along with the booming music, letting his hands travel up and down Liz's body, letting his lips brush her earlobe on occasion. Brik was through and Lyfe was just getting started.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Summer jumped excitedly when Brik took the pills "yay!" she squealed, just then she heard the sounds of bones breaking and she quickly turned around as Jojo's arms left her side, blood was flowing down from the girls nose, she felt like she was going to vomit. Kitten went to throw another fist but it missed, her eyes going wide "Lizzie!" Jojo's eyes went to Summer's "this isn't over Kite! This bitch better watch her back" Summer didn't like the sounds of what Jojo said "Ill see you soon Kite" the girl walked out of the club without Summer getting a word in. She did not know what just happened but before she could question Kitten she was being led through the crowd by her blonde friend.

While they were making it across the club Summer noticed Avery alone, grabbing the fragile girls wrist she grinned "come on Bones come dance". As soon as they got to the other side of the club Kitten was warning her to stay away from Jojo "don't worry Kitten, she won't hurt me she just gets me what I need. Just I would suggest you stay away from her after what you did...I still can't believe you punched her!" She giggled, she wasn't one to get mad at her friends usually she just let things slide.

Soon she felt hands on her waist, Kitten pulling her in, she complied as she closed her eyes and began griding herself against Kitten. Herbhigh was still going through her, she had so much pent up energy she didn't know what to do with. Her arms wrapped around Avery and pulled her close, being sandwiched between two sexy girls was making her get so much hotter. She turned around so now that she was facing Lizzie, her hands landing on the girls shoulder and she lowered her ass against Avery, she looked over her shoulder and smirked to Avery "Just let go Bonesy, let go!"

Her body was moving to the music, giving Brik, no Lyfe, a smile "glad you came back Lyfe" she grinned moving her hands down Kittens arms then moved them to Brik's sides and pulled him closer into Kitten. All their bodies were moving in some sort of sync that made a few bystanders stop for a few seconds and stare. She was feeling heated, her body was definately on fire "Wooooooo!!" she screamed, the music pounding around he. At that moment she forgot about everything and just let herself live in the moment.

She felt Avery's hands on her hips, she let her head flip back, her eyes closed she didn't even notice that she was pushing her breast into Kitten. All she knew was that she was just letting herself feel. A couple guys that were nearby started getting rowdy, she looked over just as a glass of alcohol was sprayed all over Kitten and her "yaahhhh" she looked over to Kitten "you got something right there" she motioned to the girls shoulder, leaning forward she licked her tongue over Lizzie's shoulder, trailing a few kisses until she leaned back laughing. She was hot one moment then cold the next, she guessed it was most likely the drugs in her system but she really paid no attention to it, she just wanted to keep feeling so damn good.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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#, as written by Jynxii
Elizabeth Moore


Lizzie found herself in a bisexual’s dream. Behind her, she had Lyfe, and in front of her she had two hot girls. Yum! "I'm back, Kitten," she heard his sultry voice from behind her as his hands explored her body. She couldn’t help but grin. He couldn’t remember why he was mad. Leave it to Summer to fix everything. The thought made her smile tenderly and she pulled Summer a little closer.

Summer had pulled Bones into their sexy line up, and Liz was glad to see the girl having some fun instead of being a wall flower. Every now and again, Lizzie would feel the tender prick of Lyfe’s little nibbles on her skin. It was wonderful.
As they were dancing, some rowdy college boys spilt their drink onto Kitten and Kite. Just her luck to be standing in the middle. She gasped, and then giggled as Summer made it into a game. Summer was good for that. Making everything into a game.
"you got something right there" the seductive siren purred. Lizzie grinned, and bit her bottom lip as she felt Summer’s soft lips clean her shoulder. Lizzie watched in a trance as Summer twisted and rolled her body in delicious ways against Bones. Before she knew it, she found boobs pressed into her face, and she gladly took the opportunity to lick and nibble at the mounds of exposed flesh.

Brik was biting at her neck from behind her, a sensation that ten times out of ten would turn Kitten on. She purred and leaned back against him. “Come home with us tonight, Lyfe,” she purred, calling Summer’s house her home. It seemed fitting, since her own home wasn’t much to go back to and she couldn’t brink Brik there anyway.

“How’s that sound, Kite? You… me… Bones… Brik… your place?” she grinned and looked to her female companion. It sounded like great times to her. Even if they all ended up crashing on the floor in the living room and watching some lame movie, she didn’t care. She just wanted to be close to them. All of them. Her mind fluttered to Jay, Kaleb and Tristan…. Where were they? Just as quickly, the thought was dismissed and she was back to being absorbed in the movements of the man behind her and the sexy woman in front of her.

It could have been the strobe lights, or it could have been the two sexy people that were grinding on her, but for some reason Lizzie didn't feel sober anymore. Maybe it was that high on life feeling she had earlier. Yes, that was probably it, and it was fantastic! She purred and closed her eyes, ignoring the mild ache in her thighs from dancing so long. Every now and again a wave of pregnant nausea would come over her, and she would choke it down. She wasn't leaving this for anything.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Lyfe licked the bite mark that he created on Lizzie's exposed shoulder. He hummed blissfully against her skin. “Come home with us tonight, Lyfe,” she purred. Lyfe simply responded by nibbling on her earlobe. That was his version of 'yes'. He opened his eyes, seeing the bright colors dance before his eyes. The world was in technicolor and Lyfe indulged in it. He let himself get wrapped up in the swirls of patterns and lights. So much beauty...so much light. Whatever Summer gave him, he wanted more.

"Summer's house sounds really good, right now," he smirked, watching his female companions make every man in this place feel jealous of him. He could see them either send him dirty looks or thumbs up in approval. He was going home with four beautiful women, what man wouldn't want that. He stopped teasing Liz, pulled his body away from her. He was ready to leave and feel the wind on his hot skin. "Let's get out of here," he whispered in Liz's ear.

He grinned mischievously before grabbing Summer's hand, twirling her then picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. He slapped her ass and nodded his head towards the door. "It's about that time, ladies. Let's grab Mads and get the hell out of here. I saw ice cream in Summer's freezer and I'm ready to raid her kitchen." He carried her out of the club, swatting her ass every now and then. He looked back to make sure that Avery, Mads, and Kitten were close behind.

With a wide grin on his face, Lyfe made it to Liz's car. He threw Kite in the air, playfully and snuggled her. "So soft," he murmured kissing her cheek in a brotherly fashion. "I fucking love you, Kitey," he laughed. "You give me magic pills and make me feel all magical and shit." His eyes widened. "You're like a drug fairy!" He cheered, spinning her around and snuggling her as he chanted: "You're my drug fairy! You're my cuddle witty Kitey! I love you! Brik would be all gloomy and doomy, but you bring the Lyfe out of me!"

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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“Get it, Mads!” Madeline looked over to them and smiled. She blew Summer a kiss and then directed her attention back to the guy she later found was, James. She didn't particularly care for his name, but he must have thought that this was going to get him somewhere. True he was grabbing her in all the right places, but Madeline was not in mood to take their dancing to the bedroom.

More time passed and the guy bought her drinks. She was grateful and she drank every last one of them down. The dancing just go crazier and they just kept getting closer. She threw her hands around his neck and moved all around him. Then her fun time was interrupted by the last person she thought would interfere. Kaleb. "Babe! I found you!" James looked at Kaleb and then back at Madeline. "Is this your boyfriend?" The guy asked. It was a bit slurred and she didn't have time to come up with an answer. Kaleb wrapped his arm around her and she let go of James.

"I knew you were cheating on me, I should've known you were a lying little devil." Madeline just smiled and she just shrugged at James. James just walked away and went to dance with another skank with less clothes on then Madeline. "Coming from the one who was all up on Soda." She said with a bit of jealousy.

Madeline didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, but she did have a bit of a crush on Kaleb. She already knew he didn't like her, so she never told anyone, but there were times when she would get jealous and she couldn't tell him why. It would just cause tension and awkwardness between them. Kaleb was her best friend and the last thing she needed was for their relationship to end because of a crush.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see some of her friends of leaving. Brik was looking extremely happy and it brought a smile to her face. Kaleb was a bit drunk or high and it was quite amusing. She didn't know whether to take him home or mess around. She was leaning towards messing around. "Baby we have two choices. Go to Summers or stay." She said keeping her arms and eyes on him.

With either decision shit was going to get crazy. Things always get weird when everyone was together in one setting. Madeline sometimes tried to avoid it by staying home and talking to her deceased mother. But tonight she would work her way into the mess that her friends caused instead of watching out for them like Kaleb has.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Feeling lips on her exposed skin above her breasts made her shiver, Summer was in heaven. She was between two sexy pussy cats, she didn't want it to end at all. Lizzie said something about home and Lyfe, the words were jumbled so she really didn't exactly know what was being said but right now she most likely would agree to anything that was asked of her "yeah yeah" she nodded her head and continued to dance. She was feeling a bit light headed, she needed something to drink but as she looked around everything sort of molded together.

Lyfe was talking, mentioning ice cream and something else, blinking her eyes she tried to focus in on her friends but it was no use. Before she knew it Lyfe was spinning her then throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatos, a small squeal escaped her lips as she felt Lyfe slap her ass. She laughed, looking at Bones and Kitten a grin formed on her face. Just between the two girls she could of sworn she saw Mordi walking between them "do you see him, is he there?" she yelled but her words must not have been heard as they made it out to the car.

Lyfe was smacking her ass again, she leaned down and smacked his ass back "let me down Lyfe!" she needed to find Jay and Kaleb, that was who she came with and she hasn't seen them all night. She got thrown into the air, laughing as Lyfe cuddled her close. Kissing his cheek, she wrapped his arms around Lyfe, his words were twisted and she couldn't really understand what he was saying "I love you Lyfe" she whispered in his ear. "I'll be right back, going to find the others" she untangled herself from Lyfe, kissing his forehead she looked over to Lizzie and Avery "be right back".

She walked towards the entrance of the club, taking out her phone she found Jay's name and wrote out a text for the girl Jay I saw him...r we sure hes dead? Headin home with most of the group ur welcome to come and crash also. Missed you tonight, we didnt get to dance :[ <3. She sent the text then pulled up Kaleb's name Where r u, we didn't get to dance!. She sent the text then continued on inside, bodies rubbed against her as she moved through the crowd trying to find the familiar faces of her friends. Lights flashed and music was pouring through her ears, she couldn't stop having that weird feeling that someone was watching her. Looking around at the faces that surronded her but no one was paying her any attention, she was like a ghost.

A person bumped into her, looking up she saw the face and body of her supposed dead friend Mordi "Mordi! hey wait" the guy was walking away and she tried to quickly follow him, once she was able to she put a hand on the guys shoulder. As he turned around she backed up a bit "sorry thought you were someone else" the guy shrugged and walked away. SHe rubbed at her temples, the feeling of dizziness was coming back. She had to find her friends and get out.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, finally she was able to see Kaleb in his aladdin costume. She pushed through people and finally was behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and let her chin rest on his shoulder "hey wild man, finally found you" she looked upbto see Madi in a devils costume dancing. She smiled "Madi! ive been loooking for you too, your fuckin sexy tonight. We didn't get to dance" she pouted, still leaning against Kaleb "most of us are planning to head to my place, want to come, probably smoke some weed, put a movie in and who else knows what we will get into".

She was not only leaning on Kaleb for comfort but also for support, she hoped her friends would want to go because she definately needed to get out and have some fresh air, get something to drink also. Everything was spinning, she kept seeing Mordi but he kept disappearing, was she going crazy? No it had to be the drugs, just had to be.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell

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Elizabeth Moore


Lizzie watched as Summer bounced back into the club, saying she was going to look for Kaleb and Jay. Futhermore, Maddie hadn't come out of the club with the them. Maybe she was still inside? Lizzie shrugged off the thought. Summer would find everyone. Lizzie unlocked her car doors and slid into the front seat to wait. “No smoking in the car,” she added, glancing to Bones and Lyfe. The smell of weed made her nauseous, even more nauseous than she already was due to the developing fetus inside her. As she sat in the car she watched the que of people still waiting to get into the club through the windshield. All kinds of costumes stood outside, shifting impatiently from one side to the other. It had to be nearly two in the morning now, were they really going to still try to get in?

A fellow feline was standing with her boyfriend how was dressed as batman. Lizzie watched the couple for a while and she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the girl. The other cat had to have been at least twenty, her boyfriend looked to be around twenty-five. They looked so happy together. Lizzie felt her mood starting to fade slowly away. She was seventeen. By the time she was twenty, she’d have a walking, talking, demanding, screaming three year old. No more nights out like this with her friends. It was sad really, to think that whatever was ailing her friends now would pass… but hers would only get worse. Bad grades, high school, that would all fade away… but her baby wouldn’t.

She had thought about abortion, really thought about it. In the end, it wasn’t that it was too expensive. She just couldn’t stand the thought of killing her baby. She had never been very religious after she turned 13, but she remembered being the golden Sunday school girl before that. Now that she was in church again, she really couldn’t live with herself if she decided to abort the baby. Liz was pulled out of her deep thoughts by the tear that was rolling down her cheek. Alarmed, she quickly wiped it away. Pulling out her Everything-Is-Completely-Fine mask, she placed it on her face in the form of a smile towards Lyfe.

“Dibs on being your cuddle buddy tonight,” she smiled. Looking at her cell phone she frowned when she saw she had no messages. Tristan still hadn’t replied to any that she had sent him. Fuck you too, then. she thought bitterly. Liz returned the phone to her bra and laid her head back against the driver seat. Slowly, she rolled her head to look over at Bones. “You know, I’m glad I gave you that tail. You looked purrrfect tonight.” She was trying desperately to keep her mood in the light and airy state it had been in moments before. Being sober when everyone around you are completely out of their mind is kind of depressing and boring. Instead of escaping your thoughts, worries, or problems; you’re stuck with them.

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Lizzie turned back to the couple she was watching and felt her heart sink a bit more. They were holding hands and looking adorable. She longed for that. To have someone to just hold her hand, tell her it would be alright, and to promise to be there. Her mom had chosen drugs over her own daughter, her dad had chosen another woman, and her brother just liked to use her as an escape from his own problems. Lizzie watched longingly at the pair. What would happen when she had her baby? Would she ever find someone? Would anyone want her? Forget that she wasn't a virgin anymore, which is what most guys want, but to make things even worse she had a baby. Something that no one her age would want to deal with. She couldn't blame them. She didn't want to deal with it either, but she didn't have a choice.

The baby in her stomach was all she really had in this world, and she was all it had. So no matter what, she was going to try and be the best mom she could be. Lizzie reached up and tenderly stroked her steering wheel, because she didn't want to rub her stomach with Bones and Lyfe around. She was terrified that someone would pick up on the little things she had no control over, or forgot to censor. She had been extra careful since she got back to make sure she didn't show any signs. So far, so good. Aside from puking in front of Brik, and most recently Summer. Liz turned her gaze back to the couple one last time, as they were admitted into the club, still holding hands. I'll have that one day... One day...

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Lyfe settled Summer onto the ground, watching her run back into the club. He didn't let his smile falter as he made his merry way to Lizzie's car. He street lamps reminded him of little fire flies, the moon resembled a Lay's chip, and Liz's car was a chariot. His world was morphing into a new one. One with neon colors, magical beings, and a lot of noise. When he reached Liz's car, he touched the smooth shiny handle, admiring the cool and sleek texture. He just felt the urge to touch everything, smell everything, and taste everything.

His eyes drifted to Lizzie, lazily. His hazel orbs were glued to her lips, watching them move, but hearing absolutely nothing. It was like watching television on mute. He liked the way her lips moved, he was tempted to poke them, but he refrained. His surrounding were tilting at strange angles, making him dizzy, almost nauseous. He dumped himself into the front seat of her car, so that he wouldn't fall over. His pupils were the size of saucers, making his eyes look almost black. He was so out of it, so gone, that he didn't care anymore. He could die right there and he would welcome the white light with open arms. It were these moments when he was so tanked that he threw caution to the wind, tempted to end his life, so that he could feel the rush and see the brightest light that he's ever witnessed. It were these moments, where he would think about what he was going through; all the things that he's ever said, the people that he knew, the pain that he's suffered, all at once. Then, during these moments, he'd just come to the same conclusion.....None of it matters. In the end, it was all pointless. He would die, his body would rot, and he'd be forgotten.

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It was always the same, these moments. And as if on cue, his chest pains morphed from a dull, annoying ache to full blown agony. He clenched his teeth, holding back a yelp, but it came out anyway. He wanted to curl into himself, but he couldn't do it in front of them.

He muttered a low 'Excuse me' before jetting out of the car and dashing behind the club. Falling to his knees, and using the brick wall for support. He closed his eyes tight, gasping for air as his lungs burned him from the inside. He coughed, covering his mouth as he did. To his dismay, blood spotted his pale palm.

"It will pass," he whispered to himself. "I'm okay...I'm okay..." He closed his eyes, leaning his head on the cool brick wall, staring up at the swirling sky above. So many colors, so many lights, so much pain. He was sweating, hair sticking to his forehead and body shivering from the misery more than the cold. He bit his lip so hard that the skin almost broke, just to keep himself from making a sound. He was a man that suffered in silence. It took a while for the agony to fade into just a buzz of hurt, he slowly stood up, gripping the trash can to hold himself up. He coughed until his throat was raw and blood spotted the pavement before standing up straight completely and staring at the crimson that he produced.

He wiped the blood that stained his hand onto his jeans before walking cautiously back to the car. He wiped his mouth, not wanting any questions thrown his way that he couldn't answer. He settled into the front seat, breathing heavily. His high wasn't gone, but it decreased a bit. He didn't say anything, in hope that Avery and Lizzie wouldn't think much of his sudden disappearance. But as he sat there with his eyes closed and hands gripping the door's handle, his lips moved soundlessly, forming the lie that he told himself continuously, 'I'm okay...I'm okay...I'm okay."

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Lizzie looked a little thankful when Brik joined her again in the car. He had probably just gone to chunk his cookies into the grass, he had been taking quite a few pills this evening. She knew the feeling, back from her old life. She was working up the nerve to take his hand when she noticed Summer burst through the club doors, screaming "leave me alone!" Concerned, Lizzie faulted from her car.

“Summer?” The brunette didn’t seem to hear her as she stumbled her way right by Lizzie. "Your dead, your dead! Leave me alone!", Lizzie heard her yell. Summer looked like she was upset with someone in front of her, but no one was there. Haphazardly, she stumbled across the parking lot. "Kaleb! Please,” Summer was screaming. Lizzie looked around for Kaleb but couldn’t see him. Maybe he was further back in the parking lot, or walked around to the other side? She turned her gaze back to Summer, noticing her shaking. Oh, hell..

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She quickly made her way across the parking lot to her friend, and gently took her by the shoulders. Kite was trembling like a leaf threatening to fall from a very high branch. Wait… did she say someone was dead?! Lizzie tried to hold her still, and comfort her, “Summer, it’s okay, I’m here,” she tried to say, but Summer couldn’t hear her. [b] "Mordi....”
“Summer, it’s me, Lizzie…”

”..my mom left....my dad is dead....all I have is Bella....but shes crazy. The drugs make me feel, I need them....I need to....Its all too much, all too much. I can't tell my friends, what if they cast me out,” “Summer, no one is going to cast you out, we love you! Summer, please, snap out of it!” “.. what if they think im crazy? I can't lose them also, I just can't. They all have their own things going on also." Summer was sobbing now. “Babygirl, please.. don’t cry, I’m here. No one is going to leave you.” "we used to be so close..now I don't know what we were"

Lizzie felt tears brimming in her own eyes. Summer was so far gone, she didn’t know how she’d pull her back from this. Lizzie stood and started to walk for Brik, to ask him to help her get Summer into the car, but it only made Summer more hysterical. "Mordi please don't leave me again,” Summer cried. Lizzie immidately stopped and turned to walk back to her, hearing her mumble into herself that she was completely alone. “Summer, it’s me, Lizzie, not Mordi. Please, please stand up. Let’s get you home..” She then added, over her shoulder in the direction of her car, “Brik! Brik, help! It’s Summer! I can’t get her up!”

She looked to her confused friend and felt tears running down her own cheek. She gulped and tried to comfort Summer, gently rubbing her back and cooing to her that it would be alright. “Brik’s going to help you into my car, okay little bird? It’s going to be alright. I’m here, now, I’m here. I’ll always be here. I love you, Summer.”

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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It wasn't long before the blow betrayed Spitz. Jaylene plucked his fingers away one by one from her knee, placing the hand neatly back on his own thigh. Euphoria was inevitable with this particular quality of drug, but it didn't mean Jaylene was going to be half retarded and blind to his attempted advance. If Spitz expected anything more than a friendly conversation and hang time, that was his fault. Drug dealers should know better than to give something out, knowing they'll get little to nothing in return, and go off throwing a fit. He'd have no one to blame but himself - it wasn't like Jaylene promised him anything. He had nothing she wanted except for an exorbitant fix she wouldn't find elsewhere. Sure, the conversation part was nice. Venting a little helped her, but he wasn't like, the first candidate she'd pick.

She didn't mean to insult him. It wasn't like he wasn't attractive. Truth be told he was handsome as ever, but she just didn't swing back and forth like most girls. She stopped bed hopping when it started fucking with her head. And Jaylene was never in a rush to get fucked with and vice versa.

The coke rolled through her like a freight train, making the companionless street light appear to bend and reach down towards her. All too familiar with her mind's interpretation under the influence, she curbed the impetus to grab the globe of pallid luster and hug it to her chest. She could only imagine what Summer would be like, tripped out next to her. Jaylene could imagine Kite squealing, "Grab it! Grab it!" The thought made her vaguely smirk as her gaze followed the concocted movements of the lamp.

Jaylene could openly admit that she stormed out of the club on the concept of being taken for granted and lied to. She fled the situation because she felt dogged and staring right into the soul of the problem as Lizzie and Brik locked lips made her snap. It wasn't as if Jaylene wanted to change her friends, to save them or anything ridiculous. All she asked for was honesty, consideration and recognition where it was due. Not even just for herself. Like, say, for Avery who was sitting alone the majority of the night when she had made such great strides to look breathtaking. And boy did she ever. But for what? To go to a party with her friends - that she'd just be discarded at? Jaylene supposed she could quarterly blame herself for that, but at the same time not really. Avery was so often puppy-dog trailing behind Summer that Jaylene didn't feel like her own presence was necessary or really wanted for.

Completely lost to humanity, Jaylene sat in the silence on the hood of her car - too deep in thought to be retrieved. A faint breeze cut through the air and tossed her hair in fluff-like motions. Muffled words and questions widdled their way into her ears, but she was too impaired mentally to make it all out until she came back down.

But she came back down alright. Beside her, Spitz tensed and slid off the car. Her consciousness twitched beneath her tight skin, awakening her from her zone. With eyes alit, a mixture of vehemence and gloom, Kaleb had stormed out of the club. Well, maybe it's not just me who thinks lately everything has sucked. She had to smile at the idea of it; she was never alone, not when it came to Kaleb. He understood. To see him in his discomfort lacerated her soul though. "Wassup then homie?" Spitz called out as Kaleb took off. Soda's brow furrowed and she anxiously skittered off the edge of the hood, nearly rolling her ankle and calling out, "Kale?" Spitz waved a hand at Soda's beckoning, replying, "Looks like that one don't respect you neither." With a huff of irritation, she shoved past him, "Don't fucking instigate, please." She jogged across the parking lot, yet stopped short when she heard it.

"Mordi… my mom left…"

Jaylene had to roll her eyes and gasp. Summer was fucking ripped. She needed someone. And there was not a chance in hell the blond, green-eyed cokehead was fit for consoling. Not where that was relevant to. Feeling helpless, Jaylene sagged. As if she weren't already boycotting the situation enough, she heard Lizzie's frantic calls, saw the shimmering of her platinum hair. It was all viciously radiant and so hyperbolized by the drugs that she had to hold her head.

Edging out from behind a raised truck, she stepped up onto one its tires and held the handle of the door to get a better view of what was ensuing yards away. "I'll always be here. I love you, Summer." Leaning slightly away from the vehicle, Jaylene rubbed a free hand over her face. "Aren't those your friends?" Spitz stepped out from behind her.

"Shit!" She breathed, startled by him reappearing, "Give me a fucking heart attack why don't you!" Spitz wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her down from the monstrous jalopy. "You're tweaking, chill ma."

"I'm not fucking tweaking," she snapped back, pulling away from him and glancing in the direction where Kaleb had run off. As she turned her focus back to her best friend, the trainwreck who oddly enough held everyone together… She shook her head. Tristan had come too, inspecting the situation with grave concern.They all came to her rescue. And she didn't need Jaylene.

Her best bet was and remained to be Kaleb. Maybe she could still catch up - fuck, her legs were sure as hell long enough. She peeled off her boots, throwing them towards her car and ditching the fake glasses. Spitz widened his eyes at her, not sure what she was doing. "You goin' swimming or something?" In seconds, she was hundreds of feet away, sprinting like her life depended on it. With each connection to the pavement and gravel, her soles smacked the ground. The thigh highs garnered many holes and runs, but she didn't waver. Down the street she disappeared, away from the noise, the club, and her friends.

Something is horribly wrong.

Her shoulder hit something with speedy barbarity, causing her to lose balance. Nearly falling over herself, she took a peek over her shoulder. It was Madeline, her face in her phone as she typed a text. Her dark hair morphed into the environment, lights too feeble to make it sparkle. All Jay could make out was her plump lips and round eyes. Still, she kept running. What the hell is going on? The night had spun so bizarrely out of control and the norm.

Just when she thought she'd been close, hearing the sound of stomps while someone hotfooted it around the corner, the damage to her thigh highs took her down. A fair-sized rock made its way into one of the holes on the flat of her foot, lodging itself between fabric and her skin. She'd slammed her sole on it just short of the corner and took a calamitous tumble. The pain didn't register until her face fused with the sidewalk, causing her to curse incessantly. Blood trickled from her nose and gushed from a split lip. Sucking air through her teeth, she hissed and rolled onto her back, "Fuckkkkkkkk." Coughing for a second to regain the oxygen flow in her sternum, she scrambled up to hold her weight on her elbows. "Kaleeeeeb!" It was more of a whine, she was fucked completely out of her high and depleted of her stamina. She pulled on her right foot to inspect the damage - somehow the rock didn't break flesh and insert itself into her body but it throbbed with loathsome pain.

The pleasant incandescence provided by expensive blow abated. Nightfall was again unintriguing, bland, and vexatiously full of every kind of pain. Hanging her head to face her eyes towards the star-dappled welkin, she exhaled. Everything hit her tenfold from Brik's potentially fatal disease, to the near-romantic (to her stunted standards) encounter with Kaleb, to Mordi's corpse on the floor and the flummoxed pain in Summer's eyes.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Brik watched in a semi-drug induced trance. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it or if Summer was really brawling on the pavement, screaming nonsense about Mordicai. He sat there, indulging in loud noises. His high was almost ruined, but not quite. Everything was still tilting and swirling out of control. Her screams were floating in and out of focus, but he willed himself to listen. All that he could make out was 'Mordi...leave...crazy...drugs.' He raised an eyebrow, feeling another wave of nausea unsettle him.

He was in a fog of uncertainty, and he couldn't shake it off. “Brik! Brik, help! It’s Summer! I can’t get her up!” her words sliced through his fog. He blinked, seeing the world finally stop moving. Suddenly everything made sense: Summer's screams, Lizzie's panic. It just came into perspective. He lifted himself out of his seat, his high now done for, and all that was left was the sickly concerned teenager that didn't know whether or not he should be dead by now. Racing to Summer's side, Brik slid pass Tristan and Lizzie. He immediately kneel down, scooping her into his arms, and carrying her towards the car. He pushed hair out of her face, caressing her cheek like a father comforting his daughter. He was always protective over Summer, being her rock when she needed him. He saw her as strictly a sister or a daughter. She was his little girl, in a way. He cooed at her, soothing her with a soft tone: "Shh...I've got you, okay? No one is going to leave you. I'll stay with you all night if I have to, Summer." He placed her in the back seat next to Avery, letting her head rest on his lap as he stroked her hair. "I won't let anyone hurt you. I love you, Summer, and I will never leave you." He choked on that last part, knowing that it wasn't fully true.

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#, as written by Jynxii
Elizabeth Moore


Lizzie looked up from her heart attack to see none other than tall, dark and handsome Tristan."What's going on here?" He asked, looking more concerned that she had ever seen him look before. Tears swelled in her eyes instantly at the sight of him and she choked on an answer. Thankfully, within a matter of seconds, her golden lion came to the rescue. Brik scooped Summer up in his strong arms and carried her like a princess to Lizzie’s car. Lizzie slowly stood up and turned to Tristan. “Summer’s having a bad trip… We’re going back to her house..” she glanced across the way, where two whores stood looking rather impatient at Tristan’s car. "Jay...Jay...Help!" she heard Summer scream. “We have it under control. Better get back to your girls.” Her tone was cold, and she side stepped around him and jogged after Brik. As she got close to her friend, Lizzie could see that Summer was thrashing in his arms. "Get the fuck off me!” she heard Summer yelp.

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Liz watched in despair as Summer picked at her skin until it bled. "Shh...I've got you, okay? No one is going to leave you. I'll stay with you all night if I have to, Summer." It was the most sincere and loving she had ever seen Brik. The lion loaded Summer into the car and crammed himself into the back seat with Bones. Lizzie shut the door behind him and let out a frustrated sigh. As quickly as she could, she jogged around the front of the car and slipped into the driver seat. Buckling her seatbelt, the car roared to life. She left the club parking lot as quickly and safely as she could. Summer was tripping out in the back seat, completely panicking. "I’m being kidnapped! Summer’s voice octave was enough to bounce from the front of the car to the back a few times, giving Lizzie a splitting headache. “Summer, you aren’t being kidnapped..” Lizzie managed to say in a calm a voice as she could.

"I won't let anyone hurt you. I love you, Summer, and I will never leave you." Lizzie could just barely hear Brik. He sounded incredibly sad. She couldn’t blame him, seeing Summer like this was incredibly unnerving. Summer seemed to be clawing at the window behind Lizzie’s seat, crying out in terror for her friends, "Lizzzzie! Jayyyy!!! Kalllebbb!!! Help!!! Brik!!! Avy!!! Trist!!! Madi!!! Someone helppp!!" Lizzie hoped that Brik had a tight enough hold on Summer so that she wouldn’t hurt herself, or Bones for that matter. As she continued to drive, she heard Summer start to settle down, her screams settling into soft whimpers. "Let me go...leave me be....is he dead...no he cant be...Jay...Kaleb...where are they....alone...so alone. They dont know. No one knows...let me go...please."

When they finally arrived at Summer’s house, Lizzie parked the car and lifted her seat for everyone to file out. “Let’s put her on the couch,” Lizzie said, waiting for everyone to file out before closing the door and locking her car. She jogged up the steps to Summer’s house and opened the door for everyone. After everyone was inside, she gently closed the door and went in the kitchen to get a wet rag for Summer’s head. After she got one, she handed the rag to Brik, who she figured would not be leaving Summer’s side. While he tended to Summer, Lizzie went upstairs to go get a blanket and pillow for her friend. She didn’t trust Summer in her own room. Liz brought the blanket and pillows down to Brik, and handed them over, then returned to Summer’s room. There was something she needed to do.

She closed Summer’s door behind her and took a breath. “This is for your own good, Summer..” she whispered into the room. She then set about finding the hidden stashes of drugs, particularly the glass and anything else that was harder than weed. She was all around shocked at how much she found, and the places she found them. Under the dresser, in makeup containers, in stuffed animals, in the mattress… everywhere. The pile she had gathered was enough to spend life in prison for. She stood, the pile of drugs mounded on Summer’s bed, just staring at the hell her friend had gotten herself into. In disbelief, she took one of Summer’s purses and piled all of the drugs into the purse.

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After spending a moment thinking, she decided to hide the purse behind the fridge, a place where Summer would never think to check… so she hoped. After she was done with that, she slowly made her way into the living room with a couple more blankets and pillows, struggling under the weight. “Help me with this, Bones?” Together to girls made a pallet on the floor. Lizzie handed one blanket to Bones, and used another one for herself. She’d sleep on the floor beside Summer. Before she could get to sleep, she went over and sat by Summer’s side. She tenderly moved the girls hair out of her face, and watched Summer’s breathing with concern. “Is she going to be alright?” The question was directed to Brik, looking to him for answers. Lizzie took her mask off and placed it on the coffee table. She leaned over and kissed Summer’s forehead. “Everything’s going to be alright, little bird. We’re here for you,” she whispered. “We’ll always be here for you.”

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Brik carried Summer into the house, cooing soothing words and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. He was frightened for her. He hated that she was in pain. Her fear was his poison and her screams were the soundtrack to his nightmares. As he settled her onto the couch, he positioned her onto his lap and looking down at her with pure compassion. He could be burning alive, on his death bed, or having a heart attack, but none of that would compare to the pain of seeing his little girl in such disarray. When he said that he loved his friends, he meant it with every fiber of his being. He kissed her forehead, lovingly, brushing strands of hair from her damp cheeks. "Shh...you're safe now," he murmured.

His attention was pulled from Summer when Lizzie passed him a wet rag. Giving her a grateful nod, Brik wiped Summer's forehead and cheek, cooling her heated skin. His worry was through the roof, but that was how it always was when it came to Summer. She was his little girl, after all. His eyes drifted to Lizzie as she gave him a blanket and pillows. He gave her a quiet 'Thank you' before shifting her completely onto the couch, placing the pillow under her head, and covering her with the blanket. He placed one more kiss on her cheek, just as Lizzie asked him: “Is she going to be alright?”

Brik didn't answer right away, staring down at Summer with concern etched onto his face. "I think we should stage an intervention," he said bluntly, his emotional distress hidden behind a veil of numbness. "Those drugs aren't good for her. They aren't good for any of us, but it hits her the hardest. It scares me...every time...I feel like she's going to..." He paused, swallowing the words that he yearned to say. This night was eventful enough and they didn't need his worry to make it any worse. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, causing it to slick back and revealing his forehead.

"Let's just sleep," he sighed. "I just have a pillow, so can I share your blanket?" He glanced at Lizzie before standing up and pulling off his jeans and throwing them over his shoulder. He stood in his boxers, scratching the tattoo on his chest before laying down on the floor where her blanket was. "I'm exhausted."

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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#, as written by Jynxii
Elizabeth Moore


Lizzie hadn’t even noticed as she came into the living room that Tristan was standing there. Lizzie watched him for a moment, taking in his handsome and dark figure. Why was he here? What about the girls? Tristan Hale giving up a threesome? For Summer? … or for her? She recalled how cold she had been to him in the parking lot. Just as quickly as she had thought it, she dismissed it. Tristan wouldn’t do something like that for her, but maybe Summer really did mean enough to him. Still, for her or for Summer, it was nice to have him here. It was nice to see that he cared… and then her eyes trailed to his arm, where one of his sleeves were rolled up, revealing large numbers in an ugly shade of lipstick. Just like that, all feeling of sentiment for him flew out the window. God, why are you such a fucking man-whore? she wanted to scream it at him, but now was not the time or place.

"I think we should stage an intervention," said Brik softly from her side, pulling her momentarily back to reality. "Those drugs aren't good for her. They aren't good for any of us, but it hits her the hardest. It scares me...every time...I feel like she's going to..." "g..going to what? die?"Lizzie heard Summer laugh, looking even scarier in her state of hysteria. Finally speaking up, Lizzie heard Tristan’s silky voice cut through the room with a concerned tone. “How’s she doing?” "I..im fine," came Summer’s unstable answer. Lizzie eyed her wearily."Let's just sleep," the sexy lion sighed, getting up from beside Summer and claiming his pillow. "No rest for the wicked," came Summer’s reply, as she heaved herself up off the couch. Concerned, Lizzie stood as Summer did, and blinked like a confused owl as Summer gave her a hug. Lizzie watched as Summer stumbled her way into the kitchen and then out to the back porch. Lizzie followed slowly behind her, watching her from behind the screen door. She seemed to be coming down off her high.

Exhausted, she put up a hand to anyone trying to go outside with Sumer. “She’ll be fine, the meth is just keeping her awake now. She knows she’s home, that’s what matters. Let’s get some sleep..” "I just have a pillow, so can I share your blanket?" Brik asked her, looking her way. He maintained eye contact as he shimmied out of his pants and tossed them, leaving him in only his boxers. She could feel her breath catch, and she resisted biting her lip at the sight of his almost naked form. She managed to nod, somehow, because her brain seemed to have clicked off at some point. Smoke must have been rising from the gears in her head due to the grinding halt his abs had caused them.

"I'm exhausted." she heard him say, as he laid down next to her blanket. Lizzie walked over to him and kicked off her heels. “Me, too,” she agreed. She slowly laid down next to him, putting the blanket over both of them, and fully aware of Tristan still being in the room. A part of her felt extremely guilty, but the other part of her was just incredibly tired. All the drama of the evening had left her tapped out. She thought that she might go check on Summer in a few minutes, but her mind had other plans. Within minutes, Lizzie was passed out.

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In her dreams she was with Brik in a wheat field, far, far away from all of her troubles. The sun was shining, and he looked like a true golden lion in the glow of it’s rays. She sat in the grass watching the clouds float by as the wheat swayed gently in the breeze. Lizzie felt as if she could stay there forever, blissfully unaware of her problems. Her stomach was flat, and smooth. She felt beautiful, and free. Brik smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her, but stopped just short of it. 'You make me feel alive,' he whispered, his eyes glittering dangerously at her. 'You are alive,' she giggled. 'Only when I'm with you..' Her heart skipped a beat. She could feel the warmth of his hand against her back, and he smiled as he leaned into her and gently pressed his lips to hers. It was blissfully perfect… and then the dream changed. And just like that, Brik and the field melted away. The wheat faded into green grass and the lake she grew up swimming in bloomed in the background.


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She turned to see the lake house off in the distance, and all of her friends laughing and playing in the water. Jay and Summer looked beautiful, sun bathing by the cool water. Bones was screaming because Kaleb had her in his arms, about to toss her off the dock. Maddie was already in the water, apparently an earlier victim of Kaleb, and Brik was right beside her, laughing at Bones’ squeals. Where’s Tristan? she thought, frowning. Just like that, as if she had willed him into being, arms were wrapped around her waist. She turned with a gasp to come face to face with the devil himself, grinning like the mad hatter.

Lizzie couldn’t help but smile as she was scooped up into his strong arms. ‘I told you I’d never leave you,’ he said, smiling up at her as he held her up against the sunlight. Lizzie laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He held her like that for a moment, staring into her blue hues. She blushed a bit, prompting him to laugh. ‘You’ll always be my kitten..’ he whispered. He leaned in, and they kissed. Time seemed to freeze around them. Bones was caught mid-splash, her face a look of shock and delight. Water droplets hung in the air, delicately reflecting tiny rainbows.

And just like that, they were all gone, leaving only darkness and Lizzie. A mirror manifested itself in front of her, and suddenly she was only in her bra and panties. She watched in dismay as a calendar flicked away the days, and her stomach began to swell. ‘No!’ she cried, lashing out at the mirror. Her fist made contact with it, shattering the mirror into a bunch of shards the flew past her, casting back ugly angles of herself. Lizzie jerked awake, breathing a little heavily. The sun was just starting to come up. It was just a dream… it was all just a dream.

She suddenly felt very sick, and as much as she would have loved to stay laying in Brik's warm arms, she had to make it to a bathroom- fast. She wiggled her way out of his arms, careful to try and not wake him. As soon as she was free, she dodged any bodies in her way and bolted for the nearest bathroom. She managed to make it inside just in time. She didn't have time to close the door, because she barely had time to lift the seat cover. Water and stomach bile sprayed into the bowl from her lips. The sight and smell of it alone had her dry heaving for another five minutes. She felt as though she wanted to just die. It would be so much easier. She hated puking. Hated watching people puke. Hated people seeing her puke. Just, the whole ordeal was one she wished she could live her entire life without.

As her stomach finally settled down, she rested her head against the cool side of the porcelain. In the still of the morning, Lizzie could just barely hear the sound of birds outside. She smiled a little. It was sort of funny to her, how the world was. It could chew you up and spit you back out, but come tomorrow-- the sun would rise. Speaking of the sun... church.. She pulled her cellphone from her bra and hazily looked at her phone. 7:00 AM. She would have plenty of time. Church didn't start until eleven.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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It was in the contorts of his mind, that Brik was held prisoner. A sea of black surrounds him as he stood in oblivion, the darkness was practically suffocating, making his body feel as if it has forgotten how to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide. It's not painful-for that he was thankful-but it left a hollow feeling in his chest. This is what he dreaded most: the nightmares. This was the place that he couldn't run from. He could run from the questions, the people, the looks, the concern, but he couldn't run from his own mind. The darkness was invaded by the creeping mist that swirled around Brik's feet in a menacing fashion. Slowly, the blackness melted like wet paint dripping off a wall. The world around him twisted, warped, transformed into a place he never wanted to go.

His bare feet sunk into the damp earth as the smell of rot and decay intruded his sense of smell. The fog was thick and ominous around him, daring him to investigate. It wasn't until the faint sound of voices graced his ears, that Brik finally moved. His head snapped in the direction of the familiar sound of people talking. He willed his legs to move, but they felt numb, almost asleep. As he tried to operate his body, the fog slowly separated before him like the Red Sea. He squinted his eyes, frowning at the scene that played in front of him. To say that he was confused was an under statement.

"He was so..." Summer's sobs were what made him suddenly freeze. There his friends were, standing in a semi-circle around something that Brik was unable to see.

"So, stupid," Jaylene finished, flipping her blonde hair and wiping her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief that Brik had never seen before. "He didn't have the balls to tell us, the bastard."

"He wasn't one for words," Kaleb shrugged, bending down, placing flowers onto the ground.

"Never tried to communicate..." Mordicai said, shaking his head sadly.

"Never showed us how he felt, if he ever felt anything," Tristan stated.

Avery and Madeline simply sighed, looking at one another and tearing up. Lizzie was kneeling, her blonde locks dangling over whatever it was that she was looking at. What were they talking about? Struggling to gain control of his feet, Brik finally found the ability move. He trudged towards the group, furrowing his brows and scratching the back of his head.

"He was misunderstood," Lizzie wept. "It wasn't easy for him, I'm sure. He probably wanted to tell us, every single second of the day, he probably wished that he could make his pain known, but he chose not to...he was being noble, or at least he tried to be. It's sad if you think about it...having to carry the weight of death on your shoulders...never being able to escape from it. He was probably suffering, but he never complained. He just let it feed on him...he gave up."

Brik reached them, waving his hand. "Hey, what are you guys doing here?" No one said anything, let alone looked at him. They ignored him, so he tried once more. "Guys? What the hell are you talking about?" He slipped pass them, without touching any of their skins. He was now face to face with what he feared the most.

Here Lies Brik Dante Hamilton,

The Silent Lover, Suffering Soul, and Idiotic Bastard

RIP 1995-2013


Brik's chest clenched, heart beating at the speed of light. He glanced back at his friends, but they weren't looking at him, just at his headstone. "No..." he breathed, backing up as horror ran through his blood, making everything white hot.

"We could have saved him...somehow," Summer sighed, looking through him.

"No...Summer, I'm right here," he was panicking, anxiety breaking through his wall of emotionlessness.

"He didn't want to be saved," Jaylene said blandly. "He didn't trust us. He didn't trust anyone."

"That's not true!" Brik pleaded.

"Let's go," Mordicai suggested. "I don't think I can handle much more of this depression." They all turned around, walking into the fog. They were dissolving, basking in their own lives, moving on, but Brik was still there. He stared at where they were previously standing, his heart breaking with every step they took and when they left, it shattered like broken glass. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest as the waves of suppressed emotions, lies, and utter regret showered him. He was beyond the point of no return, letting the salty tears fall freely down his cheeks for the first time. "I wanted to tell you," he whispered as their figures blended into the fog. "I wanted...to tell you." He was officially broken.

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Awaking in a cold sweat, Brik's eyes flickered around the room in a vain attempt to regroup. His breathing was uneven, and his body was consumed in grief. He didn't know if it were the drugs that caused him to lose himself, but part of him didn't want to know. After deeming last night's dream, just that; a dream, Brik let out a low grunt in semi annoyance. He missed the days when dreams were only about naked girls, sports cars, and parties. Simpler days. Now, he was a prisoner in his own mind, never escaping the harsh reality of his fate. He wiped his hand over his face and yawned. It was a new day, and he was thankful for that much. Stretching, Brik glanced at his side, noticing that Lizzie was no longer with him. He pushed himself onto his feet, heading for the kitchen. He needed food in his body and coffee down his throat before he could even consider starting his day. His head was pulsing as his hangover attacked his frontal lobe.

"Fucking perfect," he said caustically. "Just what I needed." He began to brew himself a pot of coffee and cook breakfast. He was stirring eggs on a skillet, adding random spices and cheeses to make it better. As he scrambled the eggs, Brik couldn't shake off the reminiscence of his nightmare. It haunted him, and no matter how many lies he told himself, there was one truth that continued to pester him: He had to tell them.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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Pain radiated off of Kaleb's skin, forming in goosebumps that Jaylene traced with her fingers along his arm. She had to conjecture what left him this way. Sure, Kaleb always had a wealth of feelings that were obscured by few words, but there was something else tonight. There was something eating him away to the point of exhaustion where he simply began to deviate from her questions and flipped the script.

What could she offer him besides coffee and a bed to sleep in? Something was fulminating against his compunction and beliefs. Jaylene just wanted to know what it was. Her long, spindly fingers latched onto him again as she inhaled his scent. It was a synthesis of smoke, sweat, cologne and passion fruit. The passion fruit undoubtedly had rubbed off of her and onto him from a few hours before, when they shared a galvanized, steamy moment inscribed by their heartache and jealousy. Of course there was the possibility that Kaleb also got his hands on another girl at the club who was wearing Juicy. It wouldn't shock Jaylene if he hooked up while she was refraining from spilling a drink all over Brik.

Fuck, I'm such a girl. She hated to act the quintessential, resentful bitch who didn't get her way. Generally she didn't voice her bitterness about anything where it involved her friends. But between what she witnessed with Mordi and Brik putting her off like she was fruitless to him, combined with the private affairs concerning his health (or lack thereof), she popped off.

Jaylene tilted her head to rub her nose against Kaleb's chin and stare up at him, abandoning the hunger to go off on a tangency about Brik. Besides, from the looks of Kaleb and his hollow face, it was the last thing he needed. Everything about him was pristine from his perfect-length hair, his cocoa eyes swirling with intuition and passion, right down to his best kept secrets. It was no surprise that girls ogled and fell in his wake despite the high school rumoring him as nothing but bad news. Shit, Jaylene even had to wonder why Summer hadn't at least entertained the thought of getting her rocks off with him once or twice. Kaleb Dean Sivaj. The tall, dark, handsome and archetype of the century dashed with thrill and mystery.

"You should probably get some ice on that."

Huffing, she breathed hotly onto his neck and closed her eyes. For a while, she savored the instant before batting her vitreous and strained eyes. "You gotta' tell me what's going on," her lungs quieted. As she mulled over the possibilities of what he had gotten into and why, she forgot to breath compulsively.

"I was just out of it and… " Kaleb went on to speak a sentiment that was particularly heavy and flattering. When he mentioned Summer and her indulgence, Jaylene shook her head and forced her eyes shut again. The agony Kaleb must have been feeling at the vision of Kite on something unsmiling and vicious was unfathomable in spite of Jaylene's relative angst. Jaylene saw it too but she was certain it didn't hit her the way it belabored Kale. While Jaylene was irritated and pensive, Kaleb was breaking apart inwardly with fury and panic. He must have felt exposed and powerless at the sight of his soulmate falling victim to the harder shit and losing her mind under the pressure.

"I'm just so sick of caring so much about someone who doesn't give a fuck about themselves."

All Jaylene could do was nod vigorously in consummate agreement. "Exactly," her shoulders loosened and she hung her head, "It's just not fair. Her doing that and… Seeing you like this." Unintentionally a break in her breath produced an agonizing moan as if she were going to cry or complain about discomfort in her nose. But neither occurred. "Summer loves you though bay. I think she'd be really screwed without you. You're there when no one else is. You're her safety net. More than I am to anyone, someone needs you. Summer just gets in over her head a lot, you know that. Don't get yourself all fucked up over this. Please."

More than I am to anyone. Suddenly she gave way to the consciousness of it. Her posture weakened and she nodded to herself then, carefully trailing a bony finger down the cartilage of her nose and feeling only a small knick on it and a split in her lip. No one needs me.

"Is that why you bugged out and left? Because of Summer?" Jaylene wanted to relate, to crumble like she was feeling apt to internally. But he was in worse shape. Kaleb was important right now and she couldn't bring herself to stomach the image of Brik, his shuddering thorax and the blood that flecked his perfect teeth with every cough. More over, the mental snapshot of him and Lizzie coiled with one another was enough to make her vomit and cough until she herself started to secrete blood. Forgetting the coffee completely, she pulled away from Kaleb to retrieve a snoozing puppy off of the counter and cradle the fluff ball.

Mitzie didn't budge, only softly cooed and puffed in her sleep. With her free hand, Jaylene tugged at Kaleb's and led him back to her unlit bedroom where the high, sumptuous bed was as inviting as ever. Jaylene tucked Mitzie between some pillows and turned to look at her friend, at his wit's end and somehow enchanting in his impairment. Brik came to mind again as she idly ran a hand through her hair and steadied herself, "You should sleep."

ImageIf it were any other circumstances, Jaylene would and could consider herself loyal to her amour. But it was a lost cause evidently and she owed no one a distinct faithfulness. Whatever happened happened. How could she betray someone who didn't give a flying fuck?

Her gaze met Kaleb's smoky stare again. The magnitude of heat from this engagement had Jaylene feeling bewildered, excited and stirred up. She pushed him to the wall with intrepidity and sighed heavily, letting her weight press against him. Everything about the way their bodies melted together was immaculate. Maybe it was the misery they were sharing. Maybe it wouldn't quite feel so meabt to be tomorrow, but tonight it was right. Fuck, maybe it had been all along. She pressed her lips to the flesh of his throat. Though it was carnal and erotic, she whispered sincerely, "Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?"





Is this the way a toy feels, when its batteries run dry?

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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ImageIt was no mystery; Kaleb was having a hard time accepting help and not being the one to give it. He appeared to awkwardly shift beneath the weight of her words, suggestions and questions. His extensive dark eyes were a paradox, somehow calling to Jaylene.

…"I'm scared Jay, every day I can feel myself become more and more angry with the world. I get mad and then I do things, Jay, bad things.....I just don't know what to do anymore…." She'd abandoned the conduct of a harsh bitch way before Kaleb said this but… At the foot of his disclosure and fear of himself, Jaylene had to bite at her lip to suppress tears. His intimate declaration - his trepidation of flying off the handle hit way too close to home. Her own horrors and relations aside, she ached for the hell on earth her best friend was experiencing. Why was she feeling that way? So weakened by his words and sympathetic. She'd kissed him on the side of his face before entering her bedroom, muttering into his hair, "It's gonna' be fine baby."

Kaleb had delved and reclaimed the soft guise beneath Jaylene's tough, tawny skin. Brik had called it out a few times, surely without premeditation, which was what left her prone to coldness. Here with Kaleb, it didn't feel wrong or out of place. He - he actually deserved it, all of it. All of her.

In the fashion that the young man was crumbling before her and confiding so zealously, she couldn't turn him away. Nor would she ever desire to. Something or another was making them dangerously magnetic, however in the same regard, it seemed valuable and safe. Jaylene just wanted to instill that in the diminishing heart of Kaleb; he wasn't alone and he was safe here. As the sun's ivory, glowing effeminate substitute let its light cascade through her slightly ajar window, its glimmering danced over Kaleb.

Even the moon was drawn to him. He was that out of this world. Jaylene smiled in complete wonderment, looking at her long time friend. She only hoped that she could reassure him of his worth to wash away the agony and self doubt.

Peeling away his pants with sedulous grace, he exposed an open wound on his leg. "Shit, b, what did you do?" Her eyes examined the disfigurement to his perfect flesh. It was a burn, that much was apparent from the way the skin bubbled and curled away from the interior contents. With their bodies pressed so tightly to one another, she dared not rub her legs against his in fear of inflicting further suffering. As if he hadn't enough for one night already. His soft sepia skin was searing against her own, prickled with goosebumps of anticipation. She began to necessitate his presence and his touch. And as if on cue, one of his bold hands wandered into her mess of long blond tresses and gripped them.

This provoked an extreme hot spell that started way down in the pit of her stomach and burned into her throat. Her mind was put at ease despite her shot nerves, ricocheting in her ribcage and becoming crazed with passion and discombobulation. Jaylene was amorous and out of her head when Kaleb's frame lifted her own to carry her to the bed.

"I need you Jay." An unmeasurable high coursed through her at his words. They were formidable and steadfast. I need you too, she thought to herself, but should I really?… She relinquished her second thoughts when her eyes traced up to him, reassuring her that they belonged to each other in this moment. For once she didn't doubt something a guy said to her in terms of needing her, wanting her. The euphoria she was feeling made blow look like a sugar high.

"I need you too, Kale. I need you bad." She moaned beneath his heaving torso.

It had never occurred to Jaylene that she and Kaleb were so compatible until their bodies were nothing short of congruous and fusing like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey with a touch of odd, Nicolas Sparks romance. Unsurpassable. To be fair it wasn't just the sudden copulation, it was the the disquietude, secrecy, and familiar taste for stimulants and hunger for safety. This was her best friend, one of her own safety nets. And she was giving herself up to him in complete liaison as if she wanted nothing else in this world. At that moment in time, she didn't.

The breeze whipped through the open window and across their bare somas. The two fractured the dividing line between friendship and libido in Jaylene's bed, oblivious to the gale. She could taste the pain on his lips and tried to syphon it away with both gentle and dynamic kisses. Their bodies smoldered in tandem. By the time the seething encounter reached its zenith, Jaylene was ready to surrender herself completely to Kaleb as her spine arched violently.

In unison they slumped into the bed together with exhaustion, purged of their preconceptions and torment for at least the time being. Cool finger tips traced the contours of Kaleb's collar bones and his ribs as Jaylene exhaled with completion. She'd already been slipping into siesta with her head laying on his torso when he played with her hair, something she secretly adored. "I want you to be happy, Kale. All this shit that's going on - I'm here and always have been. You just need to be happy. " She grumbled sleepily with a small smirk on her face as her emerald eyes shut. "I love every inch of you, you weirdo."

Her responsiveness dwindled under the force of fatigue and expenditure. He'd worn her out. Mitzie nestled into the nape of Jaylene's neck, resting her little nose against Kaleb's face when he whispered, "I burned down the cemetery."

Jaylene was bone-tired. She couldn't register a response and brushed it off despite its graveness. Her mind puzzled it together but she said nothing. Tufts of soft fur tickled her jowl but she went right into a comatose sleep until the god forsaken skylight above her bed roused her unpleasantly. It took a minute for her to piece together what had happened to land Kaleb in her bed, entangled with herself and completely stripped. Tugging at the blankets, she pulled one over him and sighed quietly before slipping out of bed.

In her bathroom, she'd flicked on the small TV that was adjacent to the bath tub. To seal in all the noise as not to disturb Kaleb who she knew desperately needed the sleep, she shut the door. She adjusted the volume to hear it over the shower as the news reporter rambled on. Jaylene paused in the midst of washing her hair.

"… State leaders are waging a new war on synthetic drugs but are they fighting a losing battle? Stay tuned for our top story."

During the commercial Jaylene rinsed her hair and pressed her back to the shower wall, her skin aching. Bite marks trailed down her torso, she'd even garnered some bruises. She simpered to herself at her wild night and its outcome.

"The distraught parents of the Belleville high student couldn't have prepared themselves for what they'd see upon returning home from work yesterday evening around 4:30PM." Jaylene rolled her eyes, thinking, oh save the fucking shock-value-theatrics. But then she realized who it was. "The young man couldn't be revived when found in his bedroom, police believing him to be a victim of overdose. The family has told us that the teen was a much loved, gifted smart friend and family member; as they struggle to come to terms with his death they ask to keep his identity confidential until class resumes for Belleville on Monday. More after this."

ImageCringing, she sunk a little. Soon they'd all know. Desolation hit her tenfold as she struck the wall with her palm in choleric lamentation. The rest of the broadcast fell on deaf ears, she'd heard enough. Pulling herself from the searing water, she shut the shower off and began to get dressed in yet another pair of shorts. She wished she could just return to the insensate, pleasant sleep with Kaleb she'd yanked herself from. Hissing as she pulled on a shirt over her bruised chest, she shook her head and thanked herself for boycotting bras that morning. Patting her hair with a towel, she allowed it to dry in waves and lazily pulled an Obey hat on.

She tip-toed back into the bedroom and shut the window so that Kaleb and Mitz wouldn't catch cold. Sitting on the floor, she pulled on some sneakers and mulled over everything that had happened in the past two days: how'd Summer make out? Did she get home alright? Was anyone else up as early as Jaylene and watching the news? Where did her wild night leave Kaleb and herself? Was Brik holding Lizzie right at that moment?

From her nightstand her iPhone lit up, signifying a text. Quietly she flicked the phone off the edge and into her palms to read the message from Summer. Well at least she's okay. Jaylene leaned against the wall and typed a response:
Shit's all over the news so, that's great. Come over a little later, see Mitzie and we'll figure out what to do from there… love you. xo

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Letting out a long sigh of frustration as his phone continued to buzzing Tristan who's head was pounding dude to all the drinking he had done last night sat up placing his hands on his head. Although the sound wasn't that loud at the moment it felt like thousands of bees were just swarming around his head and they wouldn't go away. For the last twenty minutes as Tristan had just been trying to stay asleep his phone kept buzzing off and on signaling that he had a lot of people texting him. Unfortunately for him while he was trying to sleep in this Sunday more everyone else was wide awake and blowing up his damn phone.

Standing up off the couch he went over to the place where he clothes were piled up on the floor and searched around in his pockets until he was able to find his phone. He had thirty four messages, sixteen missed calls and five voice-mails and it wasn't even noon yet. Taking a seat back on the couch he skimmed through his texts that were all from people who he knew saying that they were sorry for his lost and if he need someone to talk to he could reach out to them. He had no idea what the hell everyone was talking about but he couldn't concentrate on that right now due to a loud banging sound coming from upstairs that was making his head pound.

His stomach started doing flips as the aroma of food coming from the kitchen drifted into the living room. Brik and Lizzie weren't in their snuggle spot and he didn't see Summer either which meant she probably went to sleep in her bed after all her friends had gone to sleep. The sharp pain coming from his stomach made not want to move but the feeling of dehydration he was getting was making him crave some ice water. Pushing himself up off the couch he tossed his phone on top of his clothes and made his way to kitchen not bothering to redressed first, its not like they hadn't ever seen him prance around in his briefs before.

The closer he got to the kitchen the stronger the scent of food got and the more he felt like he had to vomit. Although he loved to drink as much as all underage people did he hated always having to deal with the morning after hangovers. His walked to the kitchen was a staggered one as he felt like the halls around him were spinning only adding to the nausea he was already feeling. Getting to the entrance of the kitchen he just stopped for a moment resting on the door frame as he saw Brik cooking at the stove.

He was about to ask Brik what he was making when Summer came storming into the kitchen "Its all gone, my stash its gone except my weed and cigarettes. Did you see anyone go in my room last night Brik?" She hadn't really given the guy a chance to answer as the next words out her mouth were "I need to call Jojo", as Summer grabbed her phone off the counter just as fast as she had come into the kitchen she had gone. "Who the hell is Jojo?" Tristan asked thinking aloud as he just shrugged it off. All of his friends seemed to have their own dealers and connections to get their choice poisons, Tristan had Kyle as of right now and he figured who ever Jojo was he or she was Summer's connect.

Doing his best to keep the contexts of what was in his stomach actually in his stomach he made his way over to the cabinet and took out a glass. Pouring himself a glass a water he downed it immediately before refilling the cup and adding some ice cubes in it. Then grabbing a banana out of the fridge he put the pitcher back and hopped up on a counter top. "So did you enjoy Roxie's last night?" he asked Brik as he started peeling his banana.

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Lizzie peeled herself off the bathroom floor and dragged herself over to the sink. She stood with her head hung over the sink, rinsing out her mouth with water to rid her taste buds of the bile. "All okay in there?" The feminine voice belonged to Summer. “Yeah,” Liz managed to say, still clinging to the sink. Summer said something about her drinking too much last night, and Lizzie could only laugh. If only that were her problem, in a few hours the side effects of drinking a little too much would wear off. She took a small breath and held up her shirt, inspecting her reflection from the front and then the side. She couldn’t really tell that there was much of a change, maybe she had gained a grand total of a pound, but, nothing really substantial could be seen yet.

She placed her hands delicately onto the flesh of her midsection and closed her eyes. It won’t be like this for long… Her thoughts were broken by the violent sound of something crashing upstairs, and just faintly she could hear Summer’s voice. "… this can't be happening!" She pulled her shirt down and regarded her reflection. I told you she was going to freak, she told herself. It’s for her own good… Lizzie slowly came out of the bathroom, ignoring the banging around upstairs. She calmly made her way to the kitchen, hearing a slew of cussing from upstairs.

Within moments Summer appeared in the kitchen, red faced and looking as though she were on the verge of a panic attack. Lizzie had only just entered the room from the other end just behind Summer when she heard Kite ask Brik if he had seen anyone in her room last night. Summer informed the boys that she had been robbed. Lizzie stood behind her, trying to make eye contact with Brik. When they did she glanced to the fridge, trying to signal to him to look behind it. Brik was the only one who knew Lizzie had gone to Summer’s room last night. Kite didn’t bother to wait for an answer. In a flash she was out the door again, saying that she needed to call Jojo.

Jojo… the name was like pouring gasoline down her throat and biting down on a pack of lit matches. "Who the hell is Jojo?" asked the completely oblivious, though admittedly quite sexy looking, Tristan. Both of the boys were only in their underwear this morning, and had the situation been a different one Lizzie might have had time to enjoy the view. “Her meth dealer..” she said bitterly, crossing the room to where Brik stood cooking breakfast. The bang of the front door signified that Summer had gone outside to call, or wait.

Lizzie glared at the eggs that Brik was making, her rage from last night coming back to her all over again. “I broke that girl’s nose last night…” Lizzie said to the eggs, and partly to Tristan who had not been there to witness her he-woman moment. “She’s bad news. Very bad news.” Lizzie looked out across the room, as if she could see through the house to where Summer was waiting on the front porch.

Lizzie looked to her bra again, pulling out her cellphone. It was nearly ten in the morning, and she apparently had quite a few messages that she had missed while sleeping and puking. “I got to get out of here. I don’t want to be here when that bitch shows up, and I have shit I need to get done.” She walked over to Brik and gave him a hug, despite the fact that normally he isn’t the hug type. While close to him, she whispered in his ear, “All of her drugs are behind the fridge in a purse… I took them out for her own good.. I don’t want to see her become like my mom, Brik.. I can’t lose her too.. Text me later..” She released him from the hug and gave him a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

Walking over to Tristan, and paused. She wanted to hug him, but she doubted after last night and her vanishing act that he’d accept one. “I… um… I’m glad you came, Tris..” she managed to say, trying to keep things from being awkward, or more awkward than they already were. She offered him a weak smile and walked around him, scooping up her clutch and shoes on her way out of the living room.

She saw Summer outside and she just sighed. “I have some stuff I have to take care of, so… yeah. I’ll see you later, Kite.” She didn’t bother wasting her breath on asking Kite to leave Jojo alone. She knew better. She knew that it was a fight she wasn’t prepared to begin, and lose. She just wasn’t mentally prepared for such a battle. So instead of trying to save her friend for the third time since she’d been home, she slid into her beautiful car and drove herself home.

She wasn’t there for very long, only long enough to strip out of her club clothes and into her church clothes. Said clothes consisted of a pair of black heels and a slim fitting black dress that let out at the waist. Grabbing the dust covered bible that was hidden high on her shelf, she dashed out of the house in a mad wave of movement. She hated being home, but luckily her mother had just crashed out from her high and her brother hadn’t come home yet.

She made it to church just before they closed the front doors, and as always, she sat in the very back row. The sermon was different today, though. The preacher was going on about how tragic suicide was. Everyone seemed so sad today, and surprisingly most of the people in church were wearing black, too, as if someone had died. Lizzie thought this was funny, and went to text Mads about it, but paused.

She had a lot of messages from people at school sending her condolences. What the..? And then she found the message… Mordi had killed himself. Suddenly, all the broken pieces of Summer’s rambling fell into place. Summer found Mordi dead. The realization left Lizzie stunned. She only stared ahead in mild wonderment as the church began to slide to her right. How strange.. Suddenly, everything was dark. Lizzie had fainted.

When she woke up, she was surrounded by old ladies of her church, all looking gravely concerned for her. She tried to speak, but tears swelled in her eyes and she completely broke down. Her sobs brought a lot of attention to her, but most of the women thought that she was having a spiritual break through, and praised God for His awesome powers of healing… only one person seemed to understand. A tall, quiet man in church Lizzie knew to be Leo.

He was an incredibly caring person, and he came to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder and helping her back into her pew. Everyone went back to their seats, and the pastor went about preaching, but Lizzie could no longer hear him. She sat in the back pew, shock immobilizing her body. “It’s alright to feel the way you do, Elizabeth.. I understand you were close with the boy,” Leo said gently to her. Lizzie nodded numbly, unable to believe everything that was happening. Why would Mordi kill himself? How long had he been suffering in silence? Was it their fault, for not hearing his cry for help? What had driven him to the point of not wanting to live anymore? Was it an accident? Why? So many questions ran through her mind..

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...But the darkest realization that she had, was that she was not all that distraught over the fact that Mordi was dead. She had somehow managed to detach herself from that. What was eating away at her, was the idea of Summer trying to meth her way out of seeing his dead body. How Summer must have felt so alone, and confused, and scared… and Lizzie had been right beside her, completely oblivious. Unable to help. Unable to ease the pain. Instead, Lizzie had pushed her to go out and have fun, and it had led to Summer doing meth.

Guilt washed over her like a suffocating wave of blood, staining her bleach blonde hair and fair skin. Her frail body began to vibrate, unable to handle such emotions. Her hormones were already out of whack due to her pregnancy, and she felt loss and pain ten times harder than she normally would have. Still, Leo sat with her through church. No embarrassed to be seen sitting beside her even as she bawled like a child all through the sermon.

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After church, he was kind enough to walk her down the stairs to the main floor where the church held many different types of meetings and events. He had her stop by one of the council rooms, so as to give her a card and a tissue. She was waiting for him as he searched for the box, but suddenly she felt as though she would be sick again. “I’ll be right back!” she called to him, and then she was off running to the women’s restroom down the hall. She had to puke, again.

She fell to her knees in the bathroom stall and repeated her morning routine. Once she was finished, she sat on the cool floor in God’s house and began to pray. She prayed for Mordi, for his family, for herself, for all of her friends, for her baby, but most importantly for Summer. She asked that he would show her the way out of the darkness she was getting herself into. When she was done praying, Lizzie didn’t now how long she had been there. Outside of the bathroom she could hear voices, one was distinctly Leo and the other sounded strangely familiar.

Lizzie washed her mouth and hands and then slowly made her way out of the bathroom, listening to the two males talking. Is that..... As she rounded the corner, she froze. "Brik?"

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Brik scraped his breakfast onto a plate, grabbing a fork and digging in. The food warmed his body and made his stomach feels so much better. He leaned against the counter, eating his eggs and pouring his coffee. As he stirred sugar into his cup, the sound of Summer's distress made him lift his head, facing her.

"It's all gone, my stash it's gone except my weed and cigarettes. Didn't you see anyone go into my room last night, Brik?" He placed another forkful of egg into his mouth, thinking back to last night. He did remember Lizzie leaving Summer's room late that night. He wasn't going to snitch, besides it was a good thing that she no longer had her poisons. Just as he was about to shake his head, he spotted Lizzie gesturing towards the fridge with her blue eyes, but he just furrowed his brows, saying nothing. He didn't need to say anything because Summer was already out of the room before he was able to answer her question. He took a sip of coffee, glancing at Tristan, giving the other man a nod of acknowledgement. He placed his cup back on the counter as Tristan asked about Jojo. Brik wasn't too sure himself, but wasn't very interested in finding out.

That is, until Lizzie mentioned her being her meth dealer. Meth? He was frowning now, watching Lizzie approach him. She was glaring at his eggs as she said: “I broke that girl’s nose last night…She’s bad news. Very bad news.” Even though Brik remained silent and ate his food, he was proud of Lizzie. He gave her a whisper of a smile, though it looked more like his lip twitched for a split second.

“I got to get out of here. I don’t want to be here when that bitch shows up, and I have shit I need to get done.” I would pay to see that, he thought as he ate the last bit of eggs. He placed his plate in the sink with his back to Lizzie when he felt her arms wrap around his lower half. He stiffened, his usual reaction when receiving hugs before looking down at her, twisting in her hold to face her. He didn't return the hug, but he didn't push her away. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered: “All of her drugs are behind the fridge in a purse… I took them out for her own good.. I don’t want to see her become like my mom, Brik.. I can’t lose her too.. Text me later..” He nodded in understanding and simply muttered 'okay' it wasn't much, but he got his point across with the look of understanding in his eyes. After letting him go, smiling, and pecking his cheek, which he responded with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't the type that displayed affection, but when receiving it he was at a loss. He just didn't know how to react.

He watched her awkwardly interact with Tristan before leaving the two of them alone. He sipped his coffee as Tristan asked: "So did you enjoy Roxie's last night?" He leaned against the counter, scratching his chest. He shrugged, remember last night's events: His kiss with Lizzie, his dance with the girls, Jaylene's attitude, Summer's meltdown. He summed it all up into one word. "Meh," he shrugged. "Gotta go." He went into the living room, gathering his jeans and sneakers. He pulled on his clothes and walked home. He lived about five minutes away from Summer so he didn't mind. Waving goodbye as he passed her, Brik pulled out his cell phone, seeing the plethora of messages and phone calls that he missed. He didn't take the time to read them through, just skimming them. Then he saw it: 'Mordicai...dead...'

He stopped his stride, staring at his screen in utter disbelief. "Dead?" His mouth felt dry and his chest suddenly ached a bit more than usual. He read the messages more thoroughly. His mouth hung open. He couldn't believe it, three days ago Mordi was right beside him, talking about another one of his art pieces. It was only three days ago that he was living, breathing, drawing, being the sunshine of the group. Now, just like that...he was gone.

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Brik felt the urge to cry, but his tear ducts refused to work. Life was so short, so fragile. He never thought that he'd outlive Mordi. He continued his walk to his house, making it there while his parents slept soundly in their bed. He silently reached his bathroom, stripping his clothes and standing under the water, letting the rain wash not only his body, but the thoughts. He could only imagine the pain Mordi's family was enduring. He was a good friend. He didn't deserve to die...Brik turned off the water after deeming himself clean enough. He brushed his teeth, ran his fingers through his wet hair, deciding to let it air-dry. He wrapped a towel around his waist, making his way to his room. He dressed himself. Adjusting his snapback, he noticed the black notebook that Leo gave him, reasting on his bed. Life is short... that thought floated in the air around him. He picked it up, opening it to the first page. He started to write and within the next four minutes, he had twelve things that he wanted to do before he finally had to be pulled away from his life.

This is what he came up with:

1. Kiss a girl (check)
2. Skinny dip
3. Tell someone my darkest secrets
4. Save a life
5. Use handcuffs (for anything)
6. Discover my hidden talent
7. Smile in a picture
8. Get rid of my supply (I think we both know what I mean)
9. Go to a concert
10. Fall in love
11. Lose my virginity
12. Get married...start a family (wishful thinking)

He held his list in his hands. He wanted to show Leo, but he wasn't sure if were going to last until next Saturday. Eyeing the clock on his dresser, he realized that church was over. Perhaps Leo was there...with his book in hand, Brik left his house, entering his old chevy truck. He drove to the church, in hope that Leo was there and willing to listen.

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Brik made his way through the empty church, passing pews and crosses. His hands were lodged into his pockets while his book resided under his arm. He arrived at the support group area, where he was relieved to see none other than Leo. The man was in a suit, obviously dressed for today's service. His dreadlocks were tied up into a neat ponytail and his brown skin glowed with a purity and a liveliness that Brik almost envied.

"Leo," Brik said, gaining the man's attention.

"You came back," Leo smiled happily, his glass eyes staring unblinkingly at Brik's face. "You do know that our group session isn't scheduled until next week."

"I know," Brik sighed. "But I realized something. I just found out that one of my best friends died. His name was Mordicai Love and he was one of the most kind-hearted people that I know, and now he is dead. Just like that...gone. I'm not even half the man he was and yet, I'm still here, breathing and living, it isn't fair. That should be me, he didn't deserve that. I'm the low life with the cancer and he had a chance to be great."

"What are you trying to say, Brik," Leo asked, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm saying that...I'm saying that I finished my bucket list, and I get it now. Mordi wouldn't want me to waste the time I have, and I respect him too much to do so."

Leo's smiled, "Brik, I'm proud."

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: 'Bella Vorhees Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Summer sat there in a slight daze, the sun was trying to push its way from the clouds and try to shine on this very dreary day. She took out another cigarette and lit it up, she was nervous, really nervous and it wasn't like she could really tell any of her friends. Maybe Jaylene. She shook her head, letting out a soft sigh. Lizzie came out, saying how she had stuff to go do and her friend left, soon after Brik left also waving goodbye to her. She didn't say anything to them, just waved. She wondered what went down last night, she would have to ask one of them later. Right now ahe had other things to deal with.

Her phone buzzed signaling she had an unread text, taking her phone in her hands she read the text from Soda, all over the news? Great. Okay, gotta meet with Jo, shower, then ill come over. Love you too <3. She put her phone back down on her lap, there was other unread texts, mostly from other kids from her school, all about Mordi. She wan't ready to deal with that, wasn't ready for losing another person so close to her. This made it all too real.

Image A small black car pulled into her drive way, the door opened and the blue haired girl stepped out of the car carrying a bag with her. Summer always thought Jojo was hott, they have had a few makeout sessions but it never went beyond that. She just couldn't see herself with Jojo and also she really didn't to fuck up her connection with sex. Jojo walked towards her, she had her nose taped up, a confused look came on Summer's face "Jojo what happened to your nose" she stood up looking a little concerned. Jojo walked over, standing in front of her "Ah you don't remember, well why don't you ask your blondie bitch of a friend". Summer's eyes went wide "which blonde friend are you talking about Jo?" she asked, she really had to find out what happened last night now. "She was wearing some kind of cat outfit, bitch socked me in the nose because I was getting all cozy with you. Think she was jealous, shes definately going to have to watch her back." Jojo took hold of Summer's hand and pulled her inside of the house.

It must have been Lizzie, she would have to talk to her, warn her to be careful "Jo please she was prbably drunk and shit, just don't hurt her please"Jo glared at her but said nothing, Tristan was in the kitchen and Avery was still curled up on the floor in the living room sleeping. "Lets go upstairs". The two went upstairs, into her room and sat down on her bed. "So all of its gone Kite? Jojo asked as she looked around the room "yes except some weed its all gone" Summer responded with a slight nervous tone.

"You still owe me a grand ya know. You were suppose to sell most of that shit"

Summer looked down to her hands "I know...I know...Ill get you your money, but I really need something please. I do have five hundred" she said as she got up and went to her closet, reaching up on the top shelf she pulled down a locked box. Taking a key from her nightstand she opened it hand took out a few hundred dollar bills and handed them to Jojo "This will pay for what I give you today but still have to get me my money Summer. You sure none or your friends would take your stash? Suprised whoever robbed you didn't take your locked box". Jojo took the money then took a few baggies out of her bag, each holding different kind of drugs "they wouldn't do that...is there some ice in there" she took the baggies andblooked through them. "No baby, once you pay me ill give you an eight ball but I did give you some crank" Jojo's phone then buzzed, the blue haired girl took a look at her phone then looked to Summer "Gotta go baby, make sure to get me my money, id hate to have to mess up your pretty little face. Jojo then leaned forward, trailing her nail down Summer's face then kissed her roughly before leaving the room.

Summer took a deep breath in then let it out, standing up she went to her window, watching as Jojo got in her car and pulled out of the driveway. She leaned her head against the window for a few minutes before she pulled off her jacket, then took off her remaining clothes. She took one oxi from the bag of drugs, placing it in her mouth she swallowed it dry before she headed to her parents room. No one went in there so she had no worries of anyone rinding her new stash of drugs. She hid the drugs then headed out of the room to the bathroom, turning on the shower so it was mostly hot she stepped in. Putting her hands against the wall of the shower, she looked down to the floor. The water hit her back, tears were falling down her cheek as she let the hot water trail down her skin "im so fucked, so so fucked" she whispered.

Images of Mordi popped in her head, she couldn't stop them.. It was like a slideshow, each image at a different angle, some of when he was alive. Memories of Mordi giving her a piggyback down the road, them laughing and sharing a joint. It all was too real, too much. She slid down to the floor of the shower, curling up in a ball, she let the emotions out. She cried for her dad, her mom, bella, mordi, her friends. She wanted to tell her friends everything but she knew she couldn't.

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Lizzie stopped herself short as she heard Brik’s voice, talking to Leo. "You do know that our group session isn't scheduled until next week." What was Leo talking about? Why would Brik be in one of his cancer group sessions? That didn’t make any sense… Lizzie stood quietly around the corner, listening in confusion as Brik began to speak again.

"I know,” she heard Brik sigh. “But I realized something. I just found out that one of my best friends died. His name was Mordicai Love and he was one of the most kind-hearted people that I know, and now he is dead. Just like that...gone. I'm not even half the man he was and yet, I'm still here, breathing and living, it isn't fair. That should be me, he didn't deserve that. I'm the low life with the cancer and he had a chance to be great."

Lizzie felt herself stumble into the wall for support. This wasn’t happening. "What are you trying to say, Brik," Leo asked. He sounded like he was smiling. "I'm saying that...I'm saying that I finished my bucket list, and I get it now. Mordi wouldn't want me to waste the time I have, and I respect him too much to do so." Bucket list? "Brik, I'm proud,” Leo said, just as Lizzie spun around the corner, staring at Brik in shock.

“Brik?” she said again, louder this time. “Leo, what’s he talking about?” she asked, sounding even more panicked than she had when she went flying into the bathroom moments ago. Cancer? Bucket list? Lizzie could feel her heart pounding as she stared down one of her best friends, as though she had never seen him before. “Are you serious?” she blurted, turning her gaze back to Leo.

The world seemed to be standing still all of the sudden. Mordi, dead. Summer, on meth. Brik, dying of cancer. Her family, in shreds. She stumbled backwards into the white concrete of the church wall. Leo moved to help her, grabbing her arm to steady her. “Elizabeth, are you alright?” She smiled a little, vaguely delirious for a moment. Elizabeth? What a funny name. Her name was Lizzie.

She tore her arm away from him and turned around without bothering to tell say goodbye, or get what he had gone to get her in the first place. She stormed from the building in a mad blur, stumbling to her soft blue vehicle. What was happening? Why was everything so fucked up? She suddenly noticed she was holding back her breath, and tears. She crumbled as she leaned against her car, depending on the steel to hold her up.

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Brik's hand was extended to give Leo the notebook, but just as the older man's hand touched it a familiar voice rung in Brik's ears. His heart dropped as if he were caught by the police. “Brik?”

"No, no, no, no," he mumbled repeatedly with his eyes shut tight. He turned around and prayed that when his eyes opened that no one he knew would be standing there. He was betrayed because when he opened his bright hazel orbs they were staring at the blonde kitten. Lizzie. "No..." he breathed. This was the moment that he dreaded, the moment that he feared every single day of his life.

“Leo, what’s he talking about?” She was looking at Leo, her voice filled with increasing panic. The tone stung Brik, making him visibly wince. He just stood there with his mouth ajar, his hand still extend, and his eyes wide. It was almost comical, but he wasn't laughing. Leo glanced between to the two of them before going to Lizzie's side as she stared at Brik in horror. He hated the way she was looking at him, as if he were some unknown endangered species.

“Are you serious?” Brik was still stunned, he wanted to move his lips and form the words that would comfort her, but he couldn't get his jaw to move. He could find the strength to move, let alone talk. So, he just watched in shock and agony as Leo attempted to console her. She denied him, jetting out of the church and into the unforgiving world. Brik dropped his notebook, following her out of the doors, hearing her sob.

Watching her depend on her car for support, Brik's stomach flip and his body instantly ached. "Lizzie," he finally said, making his way to her side, kneeling to her level. He had no idea what to say. I'm sorry that you found out that I'm dying? or I'll be okay? He couldn't lie to her, not like that. So, he just stood before her and said: "I...you...you weren't suppose to find out...not like this."

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Sahara Ahmadi

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For a while, Sahara and Jaylene had skated up and down the road, carrying on and bantering as the sun rose higher and higher. It brought them to life, soon enough making them laugh and forget all about the news, the chain texts, and badgering from parents. Jaylene always enjoyed Sahara's company - it filled a void. It wasn't often people confided in her exclusively or looked to her for advice, and Sahara was a noble student.

There was something rewarding about being idolized by a younger girl. Jaylene knew she was nothing virtuous, but still flattery existed where Eazy's companionship was concerned. They shared a love for street art, good music, boarding and furtiveness. Whereas Sahara's parents were constantly up her ass about getting straight A's and chasing wild academic dreams, Jaylene's parents were always absent and terribly indulgent, somewhat careless. They were opposite puzzle pieces that somehow fit perfectly. Where either of them lacked, the other made up for and so on. Jaylene offered a sort of safe haven to the girl who was likely to crumble under the pressure from her reverent and up tight family. And that made Jaylene feel worthwhile.

"So what's good with your family, huh? Are they still riding you hard about being a doctor and shit?" Soda popped up her board again and began walking towards the sidewalk as the petite Persian girl followed.

"Heya bitches!"

ImageJaylene whipped her blond head in the direction of the familiar voice. With a little index-finger-wave, she grinned at the dark-haired beauty who was strolling down the walkway towards them. Kite looked delicious enough to eat, with her tight stomach and symmetry lines cutting into the waist line of her hacked, black leggings. And here Jaylene was, sandwiched between two beautiful girls and she looked a goddamn hot mess.

"Can't even remember what happened last night…" Throwing her head back, she emitted a grim yet extreme laugh and led the two girls to her house and around the back gate. "I headbutted Spitz and fell and smashed my face up - I definitely remember that." Propping up her board against the siding of her home, she sat on the outdoor alfresco and accepted the blunt. Usually she wouldn't - green was way too elementary for her taste but for the time being it would mellow her out a little. Grabbing the back of Summer's head, she pulled her close to her own so there was only mere centimeters between them.

Their lips were just short of touching as Jaylene exhaled, billowing smoke traveling directly into slightly parted, plump lips that belonged to her best friend. The green's exhaust snaked its way through Jaylene's teeth as she grinned and leaned back against the wall.

"I can't get him out of my mind Jay…" Loosening her shoulders, Jaylene glanced to Eazy whom she was curious about. How did Sahara feel about all of this? She'd have to tiptoe, Jaylene was by no means ready to disclose the full degree of the situation. Besides, what would Eazy think if she found out Jaylene and Summer had been keeping such a huge secret? "It's gonna' be hard, b," she held the blunt between two fingers and passed it back, "But we'll get through it. I mean fuck, Mordicai wouldn't want us moping around. He'd want us to celebrate his life and all that it was."

Squinting into the sun, her jade eyes narrowed and the wind took her hair away from her face. "Why don't we have a party tonight at the cove? To celebrate Mordi's life? Then we can all crash at my place and watch movies in my dad's theatre room?"

As much as Jaylene would have liked to delve into the events of last night, well, A) Summer probably couldn't remember and B) it would be anything but inappropriate. And what would she be getting herself into if she dared to inquire? What about what she did last night, with Kaleb?

What mattered was Mordi, and handling everyone's sorrow. So she withheld questions of whether or not the meth rumoring was true, if Brik and Lizzie went farther than making out.

Vera rounded the corner, almost tripping over an anxious Mitzie who leapt into Summer's lap and wagged her little curly tail avidly. "Shiiit," Jaylene growled, "You almost gave me heart failure."

"Please," Vera shook a gloved hand and continued towards the bushes, "Like you're doing something I've never seen."
"You're the shit, Vera."
"Honey, I know this."
"I'm thinking about having some people over tonight," Jaylene called out, "You cool?"
"Of course... After what I saw on the news I think it's only fitting that you and your friends get some time together."

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Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Oliver Hamilton
Image The car ride was long and quite boring for Oliver, he slept for half the ride but after stopping for breakfast he was wide awake. His friend Erik and his parents were willing to drive him to his Aunt and Uncle's house, it was still hard to believe that his parents were dead. It was just a week ago they were sitting together at the table, eating dinner and talking about what happened during there day. The news of his parents death hit him hard, he didnt talk for a couple days, kept to himself. Then his Aunt Natalie and Uncle Troy were contacted, if anything happened to his parents they were granted guardianship over him.

So after getting everything situated, his things packed up he was leaving the town he grew up in and having a fresh start. He was a bit nervous, especially having to start a new school. Would there be new bullies that he would have to deal with? And what about his cousin, he had known about Brik's illness and felt prett bad for the older boy. What would he do if he was put in that situation? Knowing that your lifespan was going to be cut way too short? Look at his parents, one day you could be happy, enjoying time with your loved ones then the next day it could be all over. He couldn't even think that way.

He watched out the window as they entered the town he was going to be calling home, soon the car was being pulled in a driveway. His Uncle and Aunt were walking out the front door just as he stepped out of the car. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a white t-shirt with a white zip up jacket. "Oliver! You have gotten so tall since the last time we saw you, come give me a hug" Oliver smiled at his Aunt. He did what she asked, going over to his Aunt Natalie and wrapping his arms around her. His Uncle Troy patted him on the shoulder "Good to see you, we have the guest room set up for you but you can make it your own". He smiled then went back to the car with his Uncle "Thank you both for taking me in, I really appreciate it" he said as he grabbed a couple of his bag.

Over the next thirty minutes he was bringing his things from the car and into his new room with the help from his Uncle and his friend Eric. Once everything was out of the car he said his goodbyes to Eric and his parents, watching as the drove off before he walked back into the house. "Wheres Brik?" he asked his Aunt Natalie, she came out of the kitchen wiping her hands with a towel "He stayed with one of his friends overnight, believe he will be home soon though". "Alright well ill go start unpacking then".

Heading back into the room that was his, he looked around the bare room before he went and turned on his ipod, connecting it to a pair of speakers. Music started playing, he sang along as he started to unpack his things. He wondered how Brik was going to be, especially since they haven't seen each other in two years.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Lizzie closed her eyes and allowed the weight of the word to simply crush her. Her mind slowly sank into a numb darkness. Having sponged up too much information, rather than try to sort emotions into their proper place, her mind simply clicked off. The world seemed to slow down around her, and then with the blink of her eye, it all began to blur past her. As she felt herself sliding to her knees, she watched through the haze of her tears as the world passed her by. “Lizie,” a voice, soft and familiar, cut through her chaos. As if his words could bring stillness to a rippling river, Lizzie slowly lifted her head.

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Against the sunlight, she could only smile weakly. Brik was here, he was still here… cancer. Her smile faded, and her eyebrows slowly melded together in confusion. “I...you...you weren't suppose to find out...not like this." Not supposed to find out? She could only stare at him through her blurred vision. From her angel, his golden hair seemed to bend the sun’s rays that bowed out from behind him. He looked like an angel.

Words bubbled in her throat, she wanted to say something… to confirm, or deny, or question… but no sound formed. She looked at him as if he were twisting her insides, and turned her face away. Lizzie watched an ant crawl out from under her car, completely oblivious to her woes. The little ant had a piece of bread at least twice it’s size. How do you do it, little ant? She thought to herself, watching the small insect in wonder.

“I… am. So. Sorry,” Lizzie was finally able to say, though the words seemed to cover a general amount of things that she wished to apologize for. She was sorry for Mordi’s death, that his family was going to be upset. Sorry for accidentally finding out that Brik was about to die. Sorry for not being there for Summer, to stop her from entering into the dark world that she’s unknowingly drowning herself in. Sorry for punching Jojo in her heat of rage. Sorry for failing her parents. Sorry for getting jealous over Tristan. Sorry for getting pregnant. Sorry for letting everyone down. Sorry for everything.

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Lizzie felt her phone vibrate violently in her bra. A notion of answering it flittered across her thought process, and then flew away just as quickly. It was probably just another person sending their condolences for Mordi. “How long?” Lizzie finally worked up the courage to say. “How long, have you known?” Liz turned her blue hues to Brik, her eyes pleading him to reach out to her. She needed someone, and though she knew she had a large handful of friends, she felt completely alone. “Who else knows?” Her second question seemed like a legitimate one to ask.

Lizzie turned and put her arms around him, pulling him close to her. She knew Brik was not a be-close-to-me sort of person, but right now she just needed a hug. Her best friend was on meth, as was her mother. Another friend just died, and she had just found out that the handsome man in her arms was next on God’s sick list. She closed her eyes as she held him close, one of her hands gently running into his hair. She turned her lips into his neck, whimpering as she started to cry all over again that she was sorry over and over again. When she was able to pull herself back together, she leaned back just enough to look into his hues. How silly they must have looked, sitting in the church parking lot after everyone else had already left. She didn’t care.

"I want to be here for you," she announced, taking his hands into hers. "I need you to be here for me, too... please.. for as long as you can.." The last part, she whispered. Her hand was still in his hair, holding him close to her. Her blue hues raked over his face, as her hand slowly let go of his hair and trailed down his jawline so that she was holding his jaw in the palm of her hand. "I'm scared, too, Brik... I don't know what my future holds, either... I'm not saying that I have cancer, that I can understand your pain or relate... But I want you to know that... That... You aren't alone in your struggle... I want to be here for you now. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... That I haven't been... But I'm going to be here now." She took his hands into hers, staring into his eyes. "I promise. I can't let you go through this alone, and I won't. Please, let me be here for you. I don't want to be alone.. I don't want you to be alone. I never want you to feel like you don't have someone to turn to." She felt tears swelling in her eyes again and she looked down, having to break their gaze.

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What was this feeling in her chest? Love. She would be here for him, if he liked it or not. He would never be alone again, as long as he would let her stay by his side. She would make him her world. Someone to lean back on, someone to lean on her. As long as he would allow her to care for him, she would. Regardless of the consequences, because that's what friends were for. "I'm sorry for leaving... I just.. I needed to get away.. and I thought it worked, but.. once my dad found out about.." She trailed off, looking away.

She couldn't say it. It would be real if she said it. It couldn't be real. She wasn't ready. I can't do this... She turned back to him, taking in his features. Brik didn't ask to have cancer. He wasn't ready for it, either, when it was thrust onto him. He wasn't prepared to take on the responsibilities and consequences of what his illness meant, but he still faced it. Every day. In silence. Asking for nothing. Expecting nothing. He could wake up dead tomorrow, and she would have never known.

Lizzie closed her eyes tightly. "Do you remember last night at Roxxies?" Her tone was gentle, and delicate, as if her voice could break the concrete they stood on. "I wasn't drunk... I... I haven't drank, or smoked... In weeks.." She slowly opened her eyes to look at him, feeling herself shrink against his stare, pulling her hand back from his face. Liz reached out and used the car again for support, taking a small breath. "Brik, I'm..." Her heart was thumping around her chest as if it were going to explode. Why did she need to tell him? Why did he deserve to know? Why did he need to know? What does he care? Why would he care? He has enough problems! Shut the fuck up, Lizzie, what the hell are you doing? "I'm pregnant."

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Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Brik's eyes were filled with so many emotions: fear, pain, worry, but mostly sadness. He didn't know what to expect. Will she hate him? He didn't know if he could handle that. Will she treat him like a child? That would annoy him more than anything, but his questions ceased as he listened to her finally speak. “I… am. So. Sorry.” Why was she sorry? She didn't give him cancer. She didn't shun him or accuse him of anything. He didn't say anything, just letting her take out all her emotions. Plus, he wasn't very good with people crying in front of him.

“How long? How long, have you known?"

He stared at his sneakers, avoiding eye contact and kicking pebbles on the pavement. "I was diagnosed on my birthday, so I've known for months." He finally looked up, hoping that she wouldn't notice the emotion in his eyes. He hated displaying his pain. He felt as if he was burdening her with a curse that she didn't need to bare.

“Who else knows?”

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"Only you, my family, and the support group," he said. "I think Jaylene is figuring it out. She kind of bitched at me last night about it." His eyes just watched her, waiting for a reaction, anything that would signal that she didn't hate him, but he was reassured as she embraced him. Naturally, he stiffened, not returning the hug, but slowly he melted into her. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her tears hit his neck. He absentmindedly held her as close as humanly possible. She needed this, and to his surprise...so did he. He buried his face in her shoulder, feeling her warmth, indulging in it. He didn't even realize that he was shedding silent tears. It all hit him at once: Mordi's death, Soda's spite, Summer's dangerous addiction, and his demise. Having someone just embrace him and just understand that he was miserable was enough to crack his well-constructed wall.

"I want to be here for you," she announced, taking his hands into hers. "I need you to be here for me, too... please.. for as long as you can.." He leaned into her hand as it touched his face and hair. He never knew that it would feel so amazing to finally have someone know his struggle. His silent tears didn't cease, but he was still speechless, just staring into her eyes and mentally thanking her repeatedly. "I'm scared, too, Brik... I don't know what my future holds, either... I'm not saying that I have cancer, that I can understand your pain or relate... But I want you to know that... That... You aren't alone in your struggle... I want to be here for you now. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... That I haven't been... But I'm going to be here now." She grabbed his hand, "I promise. I can't let you go through this alone, and I won't. Please, let me be here for you. I don't want to be alone.. I don't want you to be alone. I never want you to feel like you don't have someone to turn to." Brik wasn't sure what it was, but at that moment with her tears falling from her cheeks and her face purely filled with understanding, she looked absolutely beautiful. His hand caressed her face, wiping her tears with his thumb.

"Please..." he said lowly. "Don't cry...not for me."

"I'm sorry for leaving... I just.. I needed to get away.. and I thought it worked, but.. once my dad found out about.." She voice trailed off as she looked away. Brik studying every feature of her face, waiting for her to gather her thoughts.

"Thank you, Lizzie," he whispered. He watched her eyes shut as she said her next sentence.

"Do you remember last night at Roxxies?" He nodded, furrowing his brows in confusion. "I wasn't drunk... I... I haven't drank, or smoked... In weeks.. So she was sober when she kissed him...that helped his ego, but what did that have to do with his terminal illness. "Brik, I'm..." He let his thumb gently make small circles on her cheek.

"What is it, Liz?" His eyes were glued to her's, noting her internal conflict.

"I'm pregnant."

ImageBrik just stared at her with surprise. That explained the vomiting. However, he was still indifferent. Baby or no baby, Lizzie was still his friend and he loved her regardless. It was his turn to embrace her. He held her head against his chest and gently kissed her hair. He didn't ask questions, didn't pry, didn't judge. He just held her, and in the silence, he gently ran his hand through her hair.

"Okay," was all he said, comforting her. "Okay..."

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Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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The goodbye between him and Lizzie was everything but normal, Tristan just gave a silent nod as she said goodbye to him and left the kitchen. Taking a bite out of his banana he turned his attention to Brik who was the only other person besides him and a sleeping Avery left in the house. Brik didn't really give much of an answer to his question before announcing that he too had to go and just like that Tristan was left alone. As he finished up his banana he heard the door open followed by feet leading upstairs. With no reason left for him to be here Tristan decided to get going as he threw out his banana peel he went to the living room and got dressed quietly as to not wake a still sleeping Avery before slipping out of the house.

As he stepped outside the rays of the sunlight hit him causing him to use his arm to block it. Getting into his car he didn't feel like being alone and he wasn't willing to settle for the companionship of his family. He could text the Madison but it was way to earlier in the morning to do what she would want to do, so he just pulled off letting his mind wandered over his text messages he got earlier. Texting Aaron he asked him to meet up and after a couple of seconds he got a reply telling him to come over. Aaron like Kyle was a guy he knew from school but unlike Kyle Tristan and Aaron actually shared a friendship. With Kyle after the project ending they only meet up for two reasons that being sex or weed, were as with Aaron they played video games and basketball and did other stuff as well as had sex and smoked weed.

Pulling up to the curb in front of Aaron's place Tristan parked his car before getting out and walking to the door. The door was already open so pushing it open he walked in before calling the door back "Aaron!" The petite guy descended down the stairs wrapping his arms around Tristan immediately as he reached him "Are you okay? I am so so so sorry for you" as Aaron took a step back he continued on "It's okay if you feel like you want to cry I know how close you two were and if --" Tristan cut him off not having any idea what Aaron was taking about "Aaron what the hell are you talking about?! Your like the fortify person today to tell me that they are sorry for me and I ..." Tristan let his words trail off as he saw the look on Aaron' face. The boy had his hands covering his mouth and a look of sadness and surprise in his eyes "You don't know" his voice was almost inaudible.

Tristan just stared at him "I don't know what?" Aaron said nothing as he grabbed Tristan's wrist and led him into the living room "You should take a seat." Aaron said patting the spot on the couch next to him. Tristan sat down waiting for Aaron to spill what ever it was that everyone else seemed to that he was completely oblivious to. "Am sorry to be the one who has to tell you this but .... your friend ..... Mordicai ... he .." Aaron paused for a moment before continuing "Tristan am sorry but your friend's dead."

He didn't know what to say as his body immediately numbed as to what he had just heard. He knew that Mordicai had been MIA these last couple of days but he had just figured the guy was locked up in his studio to busy creating one of his masterpieces to be bothered with the outside world. Not once had he ever assumed that death would be the reason for his friends absence. Aaron once again wrapped his arm around Tristan's body in an effort to console and comfort him. As the seconds flew by Tristan did nothing, he didn't ask how or why, he didn't scream or shed a tear he just sat there in disbelief.

"I have to go" Tristan said after a long moment of silence. He didn't wait for Aaron to say anything as he broke away from standing up and jolting out of the house. Getting into his car he opened his glove box and pulled out a blunt and not wasting any time as he lit it and stuck it into his mouth. As he took a hit of the blunt he put his phone to his ear as he listened to all of his voice-mail that all confirmed what Aaron had just told him. Mordicai was dead. Turning the key in the ignition he started his car then drove off going home. As he pulled into the driveway and got out he noticed Kaleb sitting on his steps he wondered if he had heard about Mordicai too. "What's up man" he said as he walked over taking a seat next to his friend as he continued smoking his marijuana.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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To Lizzie's surprise, he didn't reject her, or start with a million and two questions. He didn't ask her the question she feared the most from him either, which was 'Who's the dad?'. Instead he did something she never would have expected from Snow. He reached out, and pulled her into him. His arms were warm and comforting, and she left herself relax against his chest. Lizzie felt his hand run into her hair, a welcome comfort. His lips tenderly pressed into her bleached hair. Lizzie closed her eyes, shutting out not only the light of the day but also her problems. "Okay," she heard him say, so softly into her hair. "Okay."

Lizzie slowly opened her eyes, staring over his shoulder at the now empty church. Her eyes drifted to the cross that loomed high over their heads. Thank you, she whispered in her head. Thank you for him, God... and please... don't call him home... He's too young. I need him too much. I know you put him into my life for a reason, and I know you don't give us obstacles we can't overcome. I know I haven't been the best daughter to you, Father, but if you would just give me a second chance. I'll be better. I'll do better. We need you, Father. We need you in our lives. And Brik needs you. He might not see it yet, but I do, and I'm so thankful for every day you give him. She closed her eyes and nuzzled into Brik's neck, feeling her hot tears trickle down her cheeks.

Take away his cancer, Father... He's got so much love to give. Help him break away from the evil we've gotten ourselves into... Let him stay to guide me, and help me through this child. Please, Father. Give us one more chance. She opened her eyes again and pulled back from him, wiping at her tears. "So, a bucket list, huh?" she finally got the nerve to say, pulled only far enough back to look into his face. "What do you have on it?" Lizzie knew that this was probably an incredibly personal question, one that judging by the way he was talking to Leo, Brik wasn't very comfortable talking about. Still, she figured that since she knew his secret now, and he knew hers, he should get used to sharing uncomfortable things with him.

As she looked him over, she tried to think of what would be on her own bucket list. Her heart dropped a little when she thought about the baby growing inside of her. A year ago, her bucket list probably would have been nearly endless. She wanted to travel, to see the world, become a famous ballet dancer, and buy her own yacht. All of that seemed unattainable and silly now. What would I put on my list? Silently debating it with herself, she came up with a list of five.

    1. Tell Tristan she was pregnant.
    2. Find out if it's a boy or a girl.
    3. Be kissed by Brik while he was completely sober.
    4. Get Summer off and away from Meth and Jojo
    5. Have everyone be best friends like they used to be. All together. All happy.


Five was enough for now.

She looked up at the sky, wincing at the glare of the sun. She wanted to just fly away sometimes, but she wasn't a bird or an angel. She was just a kitten. A scared, lost kitten, who didn't have a home to call it's own. Watching the sky, her mind drifted back to a memory of her when she was seven, holding tightly onto a bright red balloon her dad had gotten her. She loved the balloon, so much! But her hands were slick with sweat from the heat, and before she could stop it, the balloon escaped her. She was sad, but her father had only smiled. 'Don't cry kitten,' he said. 'The angel's will find it, and hold onto it if you.' Lizzie wished that she had a red balloon now. She'd tie it to yourself, and float away from all of her troubles. She'd go higher and higher, until an angel found her and took her safely home.

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Pulling herself from her thoughts, she offered Brik a small smile. "It's kinda hot out here... Umm... How about we go back to your place for something cold to drink? I'll follow you." Lizzie had only been to Brik's a couple of times. His parents were incredibly nice people, and to her surprise had not judged her for her scene attire. Once, when lizzie as 14 and her brother had beaten up on her pretty bad, Brik's mom had picked her up from the gas station and brought her to Brik's house. She slept on the couch that night, but her brother had showed up for her the next day while Brik's mom was out grocery shopping. Lizzie had loved Mrs. Hamilton ever since. She was the only adult in the neighborhood that seemed to actually take an active care in the lives of the teenagers around her. Everyone else seemed to just turn a blind eye.

Reluctantly, Lizzie let Brik go, and climbed into her car. While she waited for him to get into his truck to lead the way, she pulled down her mirror to wipe at her eyes. Mascara had made an escape route down her cheeks, leaving her looking like someone out of a bad horror flick. As he pulled out she followed after him. While in the car, her thoughts drifted to Tristan. They had been so awkward this morning. I wonder how he's taking Mordi's death.. Mordi's death.... Lizzie's mind drifted over to thoughts of her dark siren, Summer. How was she doing? How was she dealing? Would it be easier on her, now that everyone knew or would it be harder? Guilt grabbed her insides and twisted them in an ugly knot. She had taken al of Summer's stash and hidden it behind the fridge. How is she paying for all of those drugs? The thought gave her pause. Summer lived in a house with no parents, and she didn't have a job. It was a valid question, but one that would have to wait.

Right now, all that mattered was keeping everyone together, and supporting each other through the loss of their friend. As Lizzie drove, she began to notice pink flyers everywhere. "I wonder what those are for..." she said aloud, glancing at them as she drove past. As she rounded a corner, she noticed a girl she'd never seen before, standing on Tina's porch. The girl was holding a stack of the pink flyers that were virtually everywhere. She was hot. Like, really hot. Lizzie nearly drove into Brik's bumper as he slowed for a curve while she was trying to look at the girl's tan and smiling face. Scared back into reality by her near-collision with Brik, she forced her attention onto the road.

As they pulled into Brik's driveway, Lizzie parked on the side of the road. Getting out of her car, she cheerfully walked up the driveway to meet Brik as he exited his truck. He was incredibly handsome, and she just wanted to be near him. You're my angel, Brik... you caught my balloon, and saved me... thank you... She felt better when she was by his side. More stable. Stronger. Not as hopeless. She walked up the driveway behind him and to the front door, following in behind him. "Hey, Mrs. Hamilton!" Lizzie called out, unsure if she was home or not.

Lizzie glanced over her shoulder at Brik, and the way the light was coming in through the door cast a golden crown around his head. Something about the way he looked, in that single moment, just made her feel like she wanted everything to be okay. She wanted him to write a happy ending to the script they were reading. She wanted to make the movies jealous. So what if she was pregnant? So what if he was dying? That their friends were all spiraling on a fast road to hell? They'd all pull it around. They'd make it through. Brik wouldn't let her fall without catching her.

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Semi familiar with the layout of the house, Lizzie happily made her way into the kitchen. Cups, cups, cups... Her eyes scanned the cabinets as if she were on a game show. What's behind Door Number One? she thought in her game show host voice. She swung open the cabinet confidently, only to reveal plates and bowls.

With a small look of defeat, she turned to ask Brik which cabinet she should be opening, but it wasn't Brik she came to face. It was a dark haired boy, with stunning blue eyes. "Uh... Hi?" She could feel the blush blooming in her cheeks, and to her relief, Brik was standing behind the boy. "I'm Lizzie?" she offered, flashing a smile. "Where are the cups?" Her voice was as delightful as her smile, upbeat and warm. It almost surprised Lizzie how happy she sounded. Maybe it was because she was in Brik's house, where she knew she was safe and not judged. Well, at least not by his mom. This dark haired boy could be thinking she was a little strange, though, considering her nose was probably still a bit red and her eyes most likely still a little watery from crying so much. She cleared her throat and shyly ran a hand through her hair, offering him a meek smile.

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Inhaling the scent of her perfume, Brik let her cry. It was good for both of them. After holding her for a few heartbeats, he released her from his arms. He felt better, not great, not good, but better. He knew that he could trust Lizzie with this, hell he hadn't expected her to be so understanding. He thought that she'd scream at him; calling him a liar, a heartless bastard, a burden. Not only was it a relief that she was so understanding, it was a blessing. He remembered just two days ago, wanting to die, wanting to see that bright light that would take him away from his misery, but now, even though he wasn't completely happy. He wasn't completely miserable. Lizzie managed to give him a sliver of hope. He knew that he was going to die with or without her, but at least when he did finally breathe his last breath, and he watched the clips of his last days play before him, he wouldn't feel as if his existence was pointless. He would actually feel like he was worth the effort and time.

"So, a bucket list, huh?" Brik nodded, taking off his hat to scratch his head. He clipped it to his pant's belt loop so he he wouldn't lose it. "What do you have on it?"

He shrugged, he remembered dropping the notebook in the church. He turned back, looking at the entrance and in the sunlight, his notebook gleamed, as if it had been waiting for him. He walked up to the steps, grabbing the notebook and opening it up to the first page. Underneath his bucket list was a note written in neat cursive.

Brik,

you've made it through step one: honesty. Honesty with both yourself and the one you love. Now, the next step is to take charge. I wish you luck on your endeavors, Brik. God bless.

~Leo

P.S. She really cares about you. Cherish her.


"That clever son of a-" Brik mused to himself. He had to admit, Leo was growing on him. He turned back to Lizzie, a hint of a smile on his lips. Making his way back to his friend's side, Brik clutched the notebook in his hand. "I'll tell you later...you might be able to help me with a few of them."

"It's kinda hot out here... Umm... How about we go back to your place for something cold to drink? I'll follow you."

Nodding, Brik entered his truck, cranking it to life and driving off. On the way there, flashes of pink blurred pass him. He didn't really pay attention to them, but he did notice the pretty tanned girl that was the source to the color. He raised an eyebrow, he didn't recognize her, but that didn't faze him. He barely remembered half the people he knew. He stopped at his house, pulling his truck into the driveway. As he hopped out of the vehicle, Brik glanced at Lizzie before leaning her into the house. He was pretty sure that his mother and father were home and they would be so happy to see Lizzie after all this time. His mom had a soft spot for the blonde. When Lizzie was in town, she would pester him saying things like: "She is a sweet girl, Brikel Berry. You should ask her out." or "I have a good feeling about her. I think you two would look so cute together." And as always he'd reply with a simple: "Mom, we're just friends."
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Looking back at Lizzie, Brik gestured to the kitchen. "You can get the drinks, be right back." He walked down the steps under he reached the basement AKA his bedroom. It was small, but he liked it. His eyes rested on the mural on the slanted wall over his bed. He remembered the day, Mordi painted that for him while they were beyond high. He remembered his laugh as he drew the streets of Canada. With a sigh, he placed the notebook onto his desk then left the room. He glanced back at the painting one more time before exiting. As he moved through the halls, something black moved in the corner of his eye. He swerve around, coming face to face with a the piercing blue eyes that he hadn't seen for over two years. He furrowed his brows, "Oliver? What the hell are you doing here? When did you get here?"

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At that moment, it all hit him. He forgot that his mother mentioned his cousin living with them, due to his parent's death. It slipped his mind with everything that has been going on. He wiped his hand over his brow, looking up at his family member. "God, I forgot," he muttered. "Sorry, it's just been a pretty eventful weekend. It slipped my mind. Welcome. I have a friend waiting for me in the kitchen. I'll introduce you to her. Did you already unpack? If not, I could help you out." He led Oliver into the kitchen just as Lizzie turned around.

"Uh... Hi?" She said with a little blush. Brik almost smirked, it was surprisingly adorable. "I'm Lizzie? Where are the cups?"

"Top cabinet on your left," Brik answered, leaning against the doorway nonchalantly. "Lizzie, this is my cousin, Oliver. He's going to be living with me from now on. Oli, that's Lizzie my girl...my friend...she's my friend." He knitted his brow together, he almost said it: girlfriend. They only kissed once, and she just found out his darkest secret, but that didn't mean that they were anything more than just good friends. However, it was so easy to refer to her that way...and that's what made Brik feel a bit uneasy.

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Oliver Hamilton
As he hung posters and put away clothes Oliver sang along to the music, it was a half hour later that he felt his stomach rumble. Knowing his Aunt, she would probably have something in the kitchen to munch on. He turned down his music then went out into the hallway, as he was walking towards the kitchen Brik popped out of nowhere "oh hey your home" he said with a smile. "Oliver? What the hell are you doing here? When did you get here?" he shook his head a little, did his Aunt and Uncle not tell him? "Uh well..." he was just about to explain when Brik interrupted, apologizing that he forgot, explaining that its been a long weekend then went on to ask him if has unpacked. "Its okay Brik, its good to see you again" he smiled a little "I have started to unpack but haven't finished, I need to get something to eat".

Brik led him to the kitchen and just as they entered a pretty blonde turned around "Uh...hi" Oli scratched the back of his head a little "hi" he smiled gently. He noticed the blush peak onto the girl's face and knowing him he was probably blushing also "I'm Lizzie? Where are the cups?". Lizzie., he looked her over, yes the name suited her "I..uh.." he was going to introduce himself but he was feeling a little shy which definately was not new for him. Luckily Brik spoke up, maybe his cousin remembered how shy he could be.

"Lizzie, this is my cousin, Oliver. He's going to be living with me from now on. Oli, that's Lizzie my girl...my friend...she's my friend." Oli looked back at Brik, there definately was something between the two, he already knew because of the last few words Brik said. He looked back at Lizzie "its a pleasure to meet you Lizzie, you can just call me Oli".

His stomach then decided to rumble, reminding him of why he came out here "sorry just a bit hungry" he blushed, fixing his glasses just a bit then walked over to the fridge. He decided he make a ham sandwhich "Im going to make a sandwhich, either of you want one?" He looked back at Lizzie and Brik when he asked then went back to grabbing the things he needed. "So do you guys have any plans today?" he asked as he put the things on the counter, grabbing the bread, he then started to make his sandwhich.


((Summer will be up in a few))

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With a nod of his head, Brik accepted the offer of food. He sat down at the island, hands twiddling with a napkin as he sat in awkward silence. He grew accustom to it, the silence, that is. The napkin was tearing in his hands, but he just stared blindly out of the window. This was his habit. It was his way of clearing his mind and forgetting. Just for a few minutes, he'd just stop and stare...no thoughts...no worries.

However, his silent cleanse was interrupted by Oli's voice. He glanced up at the younger teen, "So do you guys have any plans today?" Brik shrugged before looking down at the tattered cloth in his hands. "Don't know," he said in his usual monotone drone. He might have opened up to Lizzie, but that didn't mean that everything changed. He was still numb and empty, but now he was tad more hopeful. It warmed him just a bit. "We might just stay here and relax for the day, I guess. We partied pretty hard last night."

He looked up at Lizzie, watching the pink in her cheeks subside to their normal creamy shade. Still really cute, he concluded. "Have anything planned? We can always just hang out in my room until you're ready to leave." He stood up, scooping the torn napkin into his hand and throwing it in the trash. He then looked at Oli, "You can join us, if you want."

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Lizzie regarded the dark haired guy. His eyes were stunning. "Top cabinet on your left," Brik’s voice cut through her thoughts as if they were warm butter. Her blue hues directed themselves to said cabinet and she retrieved the items from within. "Lizzie, this is my cousin, Oliver. He's going to be living with me from now on. Oli, that's Lizzie my girl...my friend...she's my friend." Lizzie blinked once, twice, staring at Brik as Oli seemed to be doing as well. That was weird..

"Its a pleasure to meet you Lizzie, you can just call me Oli,” Oli said after a pause. Lizzie smiled from around the freezer door where she was getting ice cubes for the glasses. Filling hers with tap, she briefly asked Brik what he wanted, and got that for him. Walking over to the island, she handed over his drink and took a sip from hers as Oliver’s stomach let out a tiny protest. "Sorry just a bit hungry," the boy said with a blush.

Lizzie liked him. He was cute, in that little-brother sort of way. As Oliver began gathering up his pile of food from the kitchen he asked if they had any plans for the day. It was a good question. Lizzie took a moment to think about it, and in her silence Brik spoke up. "Don't know, we might just stay here and relax for the day, I guess. We partied pretty hard last night." Lizzie briefly wondered if Snow had been a wax figure in another life.

The mannequin turned to her and asked, "Have anything planned? We can always just hang out in my room until you're ready to leave." She mauled it over. “Well,” she took another sip of her drink to cool the heat in the back of her mouth. “I think I want to get out of here, you know? Maybe go to lake side or something… Mordi loved it there… But I’m kinda tired of being up and moving around,” she let out a nervous laugh, knowing that Oli wouldn’t understand why she would be.

“If that sounds like a good idea to you? I’d be down for it.. Chilling out in your room for a bit then heading out. I might need to stop by my house first, to change out of this dress..” "You can join us, if you want." Brik added to Oli. “Oh, yeah! Of course, totally. You should come,” Lizzie nodded, blushing at having not invited him to begin with. “You should meet the gang, if you’re here to stay anyway. Brisket is very popular!” She grinned to Brik, teasing him.

“Brisket? How adorable! I love it! Brik you didn’t tell me Elizabeth was coming over!” The gushing female voice was Mrs. Hamilton, who was scooping the thin Lizzie up into a tight mama-bear hug. “What are you kids getting into tonight?” Mrs. Hamilton purred, arms still wrapped around Lizzie affectionately. Lizzie could only giggle, blushing from the mother’s embrace. “You know, you’re about the only girl Brik ever brings over, you should come over more often, Lizzie!” His mother whispered loudly into her ear. Both of the females burst into giggles, looking over at Brik to see if their torment was working or not.

Once released from Mrs. Hamilton’s embrace Lizzie walked over to stand behind Brik, watching him and Oli dig into their food. “You’re mom’s awesome,” Lizzie giggled, nudging Brik lightly in the side. Just then she remembered she had a text. She pulled the phone from her bra and read it. It was from Summer, warning her about her dealer. Lizzie shrugged it off.

To: Kite<3
Message: Don’t worry about it, love. I’m not scared. (; Brik and I thinking of hitting up lakeside. Wanna go?


After the message was sent, she decided to text everyone else, too.

To: Mads, Bones, Tristan, Jay, Kaleb
Message:[Group Message:] Hey everyone, let’s meet up at lakeside? It's beautiful out. <3

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Brik loved his mother, he really did, but there were moments when she was the most annoying person in the world to him. As she and Lizzie bonded, he watched them with a raised eyebrow and a shake of his head. His father joined everyone, placing a bag of groceries onto the island. The older man ruffled his son's hair then smiled brightly at Lizzie and Oli.

"Hey, kids," He beamed, then made a beeline to his wife. "You're look as beautiful as ever, baby." He twirled her before slow dancing with her as Brik watched.

“You’re mom’s awesome,” Lizzie said to him before occupying herself with her phone. Brik simply glanced at her, giving the blonde a bland stare.

Brik groaned, "Must you really do this while I have company over?"

His parents both turned their head towards him as if they just realized that he was there. "Yes," they said simultaneously. They continued their loving dance around the kitchen, laughing and sneaking kisses here and there. Anyone could tell that they were madly in love with one another. Brik shook his head, looking away and grabbing Lizzie's hand, taking his sandwich with him. "We're going to my room," he said over his shoulder as his parents slow danced.

His father dipped his mother, smiling up at his son. "Have fun." His mother eyed her son from her upside down position. "Don't have too much fun, Brisket...I simply adore that nickname, don't you, Troy?"

"It's so...Brik-ish," he chuckled.

His parents were so weird. He looked at Oli, "Feel free to tag along." He led Lizzie through the corridors until they reached the basement/his bedroom. "It's changed a lot since you've last seen it." His eyes drifted to the slanted wall. "Mordi painted that for me...we were high, and he had just gotten back from his studio and had his paint with him. I dared him to draw something while stoned, test of his skill...and he made this mural. He was so talented...so much potential. I can't believe he's just...gone." He stared at that wall with his hands still in Lizzie's. He was lost in a trance, seeing Mordi's face in his mind's eye. His hand absentmindedly tighten around Lizzie's. He hated that he never said goodbye, and all he had left of his dead friend was a mural.

Snapping out of his revere, Brik looked down, seeing his and Lizzie's finger intertwined. He immediately pulled his hand away and nonchalantly sat on the couch that was adjacent to his bed. His bit into his sandwich and tried to act like he didn't just space out while holding his friend's hand. "Sorry..." he muttered. "About my parents, I mean. They are just really, uh, free spirited."

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Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Lizzie laughed as Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton twirled together, so in love. A groan came from beside her. "Must you really do this while I have company over?" Brik asked, watching his parents with distaste. "Yes," they chimed in unison. Lizzie giggled, looking to Brik in an unspoken ‘awww!’. Brik’s face was as cold as stone. "We're going to my room," he said flatly. To her surprise, and delight, Lizzie felt his hand take ahold of hers.

"Don't have too much fun, Brisket...” Lizzie heard his mom say with glee. A blush blossomed in her cheeks. “I simply adore that nickname, don't you, Troy?" she added. "It's so...Brik-ish," Mr. Hamilton agreed. Without protesting, Lizzie allowed herself to be tugged toward the hallway. "Feel free to tag along." Brik said over his shoulder to Oli.

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Lizzie gave the boy a warm smile and waved for him to follow. Brik’s hand was warm in her own, and as they passed the dining room her imagination flicked on. She walked down the stairs in a warm haze, daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss Brik in the dining room. Would it be like it was in the club? Hot and feverish, as if he were trying to devour her? Or would it be sweet, and tender?

She pictured sitting on the dining table with him at her front, kissing him softly. The image in her mind made her blush a little more, but his voice pulled her back to reality. "It's changed a lot since you've last seen it," Brik was saying. She looked up from where she had been watching his shoes ahead of her on the steps.

The room had changed a bit. The furnature was all moved around, and his room wasn’t as cluttered as it used to be. The bed spread had changed, too. The new one was much more grown up. Her eyes drifted to the wall, and paused. "Mordi painted that for me,”[b] Brik explained. So that’s why it looked so familiar. “...we were high, and he had just gotten back from his studio and had his paint with him. I dared him to draw something while stoned, test of his skill...and he made this mural. He was so talented...so much potential. I can't believe he's just...gone." Lizzie could feel his fingers tightening around her own, and she squeezed his back, to assure him that she was here.

The feeling was nice, and somewhere in her heart she felt a tiny explosion of joy. He leaned on her. She wanted to hug him, to tell him that it’d be alright, but just like that—the moment was gone. Snow had returned and Brik pulled his hand away. Walking over to the couch, he added, "Sorry..." She was about to protest, but then he added, "About my parents, I mean. They are just really, uh, free spirited.” Oh.

Lizzie smiled over at Oliver and then walked a little closer to the painting on the wall. Brik was right, Mordi had been extremely talented. His smile flashed into her memory, and she turned from the painting, not wanting to be sad. “I have ballet tomorrow,” she announced, although she wasn’t entirely sure why. “And your parents are great. I wish mine were like that.”

“So, uh, anyway..” she tried to avoid looking at Brik, or his bed. Especially his bed. Her phone vibrated to life, saving her from having to talk for a moment. She pulled her phone from her bra and checked her messages. Mads had replied with an affirmative. Lizzie smiled and quickly sent a text to her.

To: Mads
Message: Sweet! I’ll ride with Brik, and his cousin. <333[ His cousin is kinda hot… hope you look as cute as you always do! (; ]


With the message sent, Lizzie turned her attention back to the nonexistent conversation at hand. “So, er… Mads says she’ll be at the lake, so we should go… I, um.. Can you drive? I just need to stop by my house for a change of clothes… I’ll probably just drive my car over there, and you can pick me up?” Lizzie didn’t want to leave so soon, since she had just gotten there, but she didn’t want to end up going to the lake in what she was wearing, either.

So, despite wanting to stay she said for Brik to pick her up in ten. “And to be sure you come and get me,” she added playfully, she reached over and stole his hat and plopped it onto her head. “I’ll be holding this ransom!” With a grin, she waved and left to go home.

When she got there, her mother was on the couch, but wasn’t there. Her needles were scattered all over the coffee table, and Lizzie tried not to look at her. She went into her room and searched around for her bikini. Lizzie paused once she found it. How was she going to go swimming? Biting her lower lip, she undressed and put the red bikini on. She slipped on a pair of cut-offs, some shoes, and one of Tristan’s shirts. She’d just swim with the shirt still on, so that she could hide her stomach, despite the fact that it was still pretty flat. Wasn’t it? She didn’t dare look.

She pulled Brik’s hat onto her head and walked out of the house.
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Glancing across the yard, she noticed Kaleb and Tristan talking. Thankfully, she was too far away to hear what they were talking about. She bit her lip. Should she go say hey? Was Tristan still mad? He hadn't replied to any of her texts... Deciding to wait until Tristan got a little more alcohol in him to approach him, Lizzie just gave a shy wave over to them, not even sure if they would see her. She turned her eyes back to the road, knowing Brik would be there soon enough.

She way toying with the hem of her/Tristan's shirt when her brother came flying into the driveway, nearly hitting her. Metal music blared from his speakers. With a wince, she stepped into the grass and out of Satan's way. He jumped out of his vehicle and marched over to her with a dark glare. "What the fuck are you doing out here, slut? You're a little off your corner, whore." She visibly flinched as he loomed over her. "What? Nothing to say? Cat got your tongue? Where the fuck do you think you're going? And where the hell have you been? Where the fuck are your pants? Jesus, you little whore, do you have no pride at all? No wonder your mom's a meth head, you're just as pathetic as she is!"

He kept going, but Lizzie had tuned him out, just staring at her shoes. He must have been getting even more angry, because the next thing she knew, she was being shoved backwards. Unable to maintain her balance against his aggressive blow, she stumbled backwards and landed hard on her back. Her mind immediately went to the baby, terrified that he was going to kick her. Scrambling backwards in the grass, she could hear his laughter. Knowing better than to get up, she stayed on the ground and pulled her knees to her stomach to guard it. He liked to play this game. Shove her down and then beat her more when she got up.

She didn't want to play the game. She had too much to lose. Her hair had fallen into her face, so she was unable to see what she figured would be his sneer. "I'm sorry.." she whimpered, cowering in the grass. She wasn't sure why her brother hated her so much, but she wished that there was something she could do to mend the broken relationship. Though, it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, he would never love her. She would never be family to him.

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Oliver Hamilton

While Oli continued to make the sandwhiches he stayed quiet, just listening to the conversation that was going around the kitchen. He handed Brik a sandwhich then went to make himself one. "I think I want to get out of here, you know? Maybe go to lake side or something… he heard Lizzie say. It was such a nice day out, it would be nice to take a dip in a lake. He didn't ssy anything because he really didn't want to oppose. He finished making his ham sandwhich then went and sat down at the tabe. As he took a bite from his sandwhich he heard Brik speak to him You can join us, if you want." then before he could say anything Lizzie spoke up “Oh, yeah! Of course, totally. You should come, You should meet the gang, if you’re here to stay anyway. Brisket is very popular!”

Oli swallowed his food and looked at Brik and Lizzie "thanks, Id love to come. This is where im going to be calling home now" he tone went a little low but he tried not to think about his old home and his parents. At the sound of his Aunt's voice he smiled, his Aunt and Uncle always have been very upbeat and nice. He was glad they took him in, all his other family were far away and didn't get to know them as well as he knew his Aunt Natalie and Uncle Troy.

As the conversation kept going Oli finished his sandwhich then went and took care of the stuff he used. Uncle Troy then came in and started to dance with his Aunt. He couldn't help but laugh, he hoped someday he could be happy like that. He watched as Brik decided that he had enough of his parents antics and took Lizzie by the hand "Feel free to tag a long" Brik said to him, then Lizzie waving for him to follow. Maybe he should just let them have time alone he thought but then his Aunt tapped his shoulder bringing him out of his thoughts "Oliver you should go spend time with Brik and Lizzie, relax kiddo and try to have some fun" Oli nodded "alright I will try".

Olie left the kitchen just as his Uncle continue to dance with his Aunt, he went down to Brik's room and took a look around "your rooms nice Brik" he commented then took a look at the mural. The art was good, it added a nice touch to the room. Lizzie then started talking aboutheading to the lake, he laughed when she took Briks hat before she left. His eyes went to Brik "so are you and her...like together?" he blushed as he asked "you two do look good together, like theres a spark or something" he shrugged then looked down at his hands.

"So...uh...how many people will be at the lake?" he hoped it wasn't going to be a big group, he has always been shy and large groups just made him a bit shy "I just need to change in a pair of shorts, ill meet you outside". He then headed to his room in search of a pair of shorts, after a few minutes of going through some boxes he found a pair of jean shorts and also his swimming trunks. He took off his sweatchisrt so he was just wearing his white t-shirt, switching his pants and boxers for the trunks and jean shorts. Once he was ready he grabbed a pair of his sunglasses and headed outside to Brik's vehicle and got in.

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Leave it to Brik to make a moment awkward. He should be crowd the king of awkward. As the door closed behind Lizzie, Brik almost chuckled. Almost. He didn't really care that she took his hat, he had plenty more. He just stared at the door for a good minute or two, thinking about how much has changed in two days. It's just been so crazy...and he also thought about his relationship with Lizzie. She had only been in town for a day and she has already gotten closer to him than anyone else has. He didn't know how she managed to break through his wall, but she did and he wasn't sure if he was happy about it or not. His idle thoughts ceased as Oli's voice cut through his restless haze. He almost forgot that his cousin was still there.

"So are you and her...like together?" Brik looked up at him, raising a bronze brow. "You two do look good together, like there's a spark or something."

"A spark? Lizzie is just a good friend. I don't know what spark you've witnessed, but she and I are strictly platonic."

Brik wasn't too sure if he believed himself, but Oli seemed to accept that answer as he dismissed it and moved on to his next question: "So...uh...how many people will be at the lake?"

As a response, Brik just shrugged. "Not sure," he said after swallowing the last bit of his sandwich. "I don't know how many people were invited, but I'm pretty sure that the gang will be there and there's only eight of us."

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With that being said, Oli left, leaving Brik to strip out of his current attire and into a gray tank top and a pair of checkered trunks. He grabbed his gym bag, filling it with his hidden bottle of vodka, a clean pair of clothes and a towel. As he packed, his hands immediately stopped when he glanced at the little baggie of white pills. He debated whether or not he should take them with him. Without them, he was doomed to be uninteresting and dull, feeling the urge to be negative, but with them he was a whole new person, a better person. Someone with a sense of humor, a smile, and someone that his friends actually liked. Lyfe was the main reason they kept him around and if he quit...what was stopping them from just abandoning him, leaving him to burn. He needed those pills, and his friends needed Lyfe.

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Sighing, Brik stuffed the baggie into his gym bag. He grabbed his keys, putting on his sandals and heading out of the room with his bag dangling from his shoulder. He left the house, getting into his dad's car and maneuvering into the driver's seat. He loved his truck, but if he was going to drive Oli and Lizze, he was going to need more room. Brik turned to look at Oli, giving his cousin a nod, then letting the vehicle roar to life.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at Lizzie's street. His eyes scanned the houses until he was finally where he was needed. As he was parking in front of her house, he noticed Tristan and Josh, Lizzie's brother fighting on the lawn. His brows knitted together as he hurried out of the car. He rushed to Tristan side, watching in shock as the man continued to pound the other guy's face in. Quickly, he pulled Tristan off of the bastard, using what little strength he had to keep them apart.

"Now will someone explain to me, what the actual fuck is going on here," Brik voice was dull, but it was low and held a tad more force than usual. He glanced up at Lizzie, seeing the frightened look on her face. "Lizzie, what happened?"

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Lizzie felt strong, but gentle arms helping her up. When she looked into his face, it was Tristan, not Brik. She stared at him, unsure where he had come from for a moment, until she rose over her fear and shock to remember that he did live next door, after all. "Are you okay?" His voice was gruff, but incredibly sweet and caring at the same time. Lizzie tried to find her words, but the sound faultered in her throat.

She was just about to nod, when her eyes went wide. “Tristan, look o—“ but she never got to finish, because Josh had landed the punch. He laughed, going to step towards Tristan again. “Oh, your boyfriend gunna come to the rescue, little whore? He ain’t not—“ It was Josh’s turn to be cut off. Tristan’s strong upper body slammed into Josh’s, sending both of the boys to the ground.

In shock, Lizzie stood watching, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of her for a moment. When she finally did, she realized that Josh was gurgling blood and Tristan wasn’t stopping. Panic stuck her as she rushed over, but stayed a fair distance away from either of the men’s arms reach. “Stop! STOP! Tristan, you’ll KILL him! STOP!” she screamed, her voice hoarse and cracking. The metal music still blared from Josh’s vehicle.

“Tristan! TRISTAN!” she cried, trying to get him to stop without touching him for fear of being swung at in his blind rage. She was too busy trying to divert Tristan’s attention to notice that Brik had came to the rescue. With a strength that surprised her, Brik managed to pull Tristan off of the bleeding Josh. "Now will someone explain to me, what the actual fuck is going on here," Brik asked, but Lizzie was busy staring in horror at Josh’s black, blue and red face.

Josh managed to pull himself off the ground, cussing and running to his truck, jumping in and flying over the neighbor’s yard and spinning out once he got on the street, screaming that he would get her for this, that she would be sorry. She believed him.

"Lizzie, what happened?" it was Brik, his monotone voice completely calm, but darker than she had ever heard. Something dangerous was laced into his usual tone of speech. “I… Josh pushed me into the grass, and Tristan came to help, Josh punched him, and well… it…” Got out of hand… she turned her attention to Tristan, wincing at the sight of where he had taken a punch for her. “Thank you, Tristan,” she said quietly, wanting to cry all the sudden.

She turned to Tristan, desperately wanting to hug him, but unsure if he would let her or not. Lizzie didn't realize it, but she had been holding her stomach the entire time she was standing, fearing for her baby and it's condition after the fall. "Let's get out of here.." she said gently, turning to walk to Brik's car. "Meet you at lakeside," she added over her shoulder to Tristan, making eye contact with him for a moment. Thank you, thank you for standing up for me when I couldn't do it myself...

She climbed into Mr. Hamilton's car and closed the door, glancing into the back seat to Oliver. "Hey again," she said lightly, forcing a smile. "It's always like this, no need to worry or anything," she added, wondering if he had seen the fight or anything else or if the cars had been in the way. Either way, she didn't want him to be worried or scared, or think the neighborhood was a bad one. It wasn't, her house was just a war zone every other day.

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Street lights had been passing in a blur. Despite it having been hours - or was it days? … Irregardless, she continued to drive and neglect the cocaine stashed throughout her car. A thousand things careened through her mind like nanoscale race cars attempting to make sense of everything that happened to her. All she had was a cell phone, a car, some coke, a debit card and countless thoughts. More than half of the equation consisted of items she'd have to discard to avoid getting imprisoned or returned to Belleville.

Her heart ached - she left behind her best friend. She had left behind the one thing that kept her grounded. Summer. Poor Summer. The girl was bewildered and wild-eyed when Jaylene began to strangle Vera, when the shit absolutely hit the fan and Jaylene lost her mind. But Kite never wavered, she was on Jaylene's side all the way and always had been. Suddenly Soda wanted to kick herself in the ass for not appreciating her more - for not expressing her everlasting gratitude. Kite's accusatory screams at Vera replayed in her head. Jaylene wasn't sure that she'd ever seen a truer loyalty before her than what Summer exhibited during the maelstrom. And because of her cognizance, she wanted to turn the car around and speed back home. To run into Summer's arms and make all the troubles go away, to fulfill promises of happiness and assure her she'd never leave again.

But she couldn't.

Without even thinking twice, she'd thrown the cell phone from the window way before she even got out of Belleville. Inconspicuously she'd also snuck to an ATM to pull out as much cash as daily use would allow. Everything in her began to ache when the high went away, and she hadn't a clue what to do with herself.

It wasn't until she was a safe distance away that she let herself relax. Incontrovertibly her notions had taken a hold of her but she'd sustained repose otherwise somehow. Jaylene let the indefinite passing street lights visually lullaby her while she intellectually relived Kaleb's touch, Summer's most recent bad trip, how it felt to see her friend's corpse, the smell of Tristan's cologne, and the red stains that smeared Brik's lips when he gave way to his ailment. All of the recollections were bittersweet and agonizing. There she was, driving aimlessly, on the run, reminiscing about her friends as if she'd never see them again.

She wasn't sure how she wound up in Nevada without being caught, but that was where her running had gotten her. It felt like she hadn't stopped driving for days when she finally reached her 'destination'. By some streak of fortune she'd gotten into a club without having to show her tits, and that was one hell of a relief considering she'd felt sucked dry of all of her dignity to begin with. The awkward loneliness she felt as she sat alone by the bar, watching the world around her live, was immeasurable.

She was nothing without her friends. She was an empty exoskeleton.

Halfway through the night, Jaylene had nearly fallen asleep in the lounge area and was abruptly tapped on the shoulder. When her olive eyes floated up to focus in on who had chosen to bother her, she was surprised to see it wasn't a Summerlin officer. That alone made her smile.

He was tall with an impressive fade, smiling right back at her as if they were longtime friends. If Jaylene had to guess, he was probably gay - she noted his good choice of clothes and skillful whitewall haircut. His dark hair accentuated bold, cafe au lait eyes that reminded Jaylene of home. Or, more specifically, Kaleb. Choking back her inward sentiments, she anticipated what would happen next. She hypothesized, "Sorry, you're underage." or "There's a cop that wants to speak with you."

"What brings you to Summerlin?" He mused, sitting down beside her.
"Huh - I - …" Jaylene batted her eyes with confusion.
"You just don't look like you're from around here."
"Why's that?" Jaylene riposted inquisitively.
"You're not trying to throw yourself at every guy that walks by."
"Guess I'm too tired," she joked, "I'm just new to town."
"Bullshit." He stated.
"Wha?…"
"You're all of what, sixteen?"
"And what does that make you, a fucking pedophile?" Jaylene shot back.
"Whoa, relax tiger. It was a joke. You're not from around here though, I know it."

ImageFrom that point forward Jaylene was thrust into serendipitous conversation, confiding in the gentleman who she came to find was Liam. Liam Bradach. He was perfect; smart, buoyant, quick-witted, levelheaded and not to mention handsome. In no time, she'd gone home with him and settled in. Liam came to be Jaylene's sanctuary, her best friend. And in a sort of way, he occupied the nullity that had been ailing her since she left Belleville. The first few times she hooked up with him, it was void-filling sex. It was wild, feisty and heated. As time progressed, it became more amorous and nostalgic to Jaylene.

It terrified her, because it produced vivid sensations that didn't belong to Liam. They belonged to a friend back home.

One night, while laying in the grass after play time, Liam had dared to ask her about home, about her friends. He knew a lot about her - including the dreadful event that brought her to Vegas. But he seemed more interested in what her life consisted of, what her friends were like. Jaylene loved that about him, he really didn't care that she'd committed a felony while coked out and abandoned her life. He didn't care that she falsely admitted to crimes she didn't execute or that she assaulted a drug dealer and insulted people regularly as if she were better than them. It was just a small fragment of what made Jaylene, Jaylene.

Image"Tell me about your friends! Come on, please?"
"Okay, okay. Fine. I'll tell you about… Summer. Summer Vorhees." She grinned.
"Summer Vorhees," he let the name roll off of his tongue, unable to truly do the Canadian girl justice by verbalizing her title but coming close nonetheless.
"She's this beautiful, wonderful girl. She saved my life. I was lonely…"
"What do you mean she saved your life?"
"Well, I moved to Canada and I felt like I had nothing. I was pissy, angsty, I didn't like anyone. I was rude to mostly anyone I came in contact with, and somehow she saw past it. She liked me and my bitchiness. After a while, she introduced me to all of her friends. Now I loved em' all, but Summer, she was like my soulmate. Even though I was a bitch, she still cared about every little thing I did. She gave a shit."
"You're not a bitch ,"he laughed softly.
"I really am, I can at least admit to it."
"Maybe a little," he pinched midair, "Just a little."
"Hey!" She swatted at him playfully.

It took her a long time for her to completely disclose why Summer was of such value to Jaylene, but Liam seemed to comprehend fully even when Jaylene struggled to explain. When she got around to describing Brik and Kaleb, she found herself unable to finish.

"I loved them in a way that was - weird. You know?"
"Weird?" He ventured curiously.
"Sometimes you love people in a way you don't expect, it like, breaches friendship."
"You liked them?"
"I don't know," she shook her head, "I just know I loved them. I didn't always like them."

They broke apart the conversation, trailing off into jokes and sweet nothings while they traced each other's bone structures. Jaylene hated 90% of the adoration Liam expressed, it just wasn't her, but somehow she felt herself necessitating it all at once. And she reciprocated it like a lovesick puppy dog, which would have made any of her friends twist in incertitude if they could witness it.

"Do you like me?" He grinned up at her, his hands fastened to her hips.
"I like you."
"Do you love me?"
"Haha," she sighed, "Maybe."
"Do you looooove me?" He asked musically.
"Nope."
"Jaylene loves me!"
"…I do," she admitted after a long silence.

Jaylene spent many long hours as time passed, biding her time in Liam's apartment while he went to work either at the firm down the road or his part-time gig at some department store. He was perfectly fine with her staying at home while he brought home the money. In the quiet of his home, she found herself manic a lot of the time when he wasn't around. She couldn't shake the longingness she felt and the absence of all the things that made it better. She didn't have her friends, she didn't have any pictures, she couldn't even risk contacting them. Liam had encouraged her to do so through his phone, but she declined. Besides, even if it didn't get her roped by the police, it would just complicate things.

It became noticeable to Liam that she was grieving. Her sentiments about anything became less frequent, and when she mentioned Belleville she would either go silent or begin to get choked up, babbling about how she abandoned Summer and didn't even get to apologize to Kaleb. As badly as he wanted to just take her home, he couldn't. The helplessness he felt began to eat away at him.

ImageOne evening after he had forced her to get dressed and come to dinner with him, he parked the car near a field. Jaylene had rested her legs so that her feet were out the window, all the while smiling at Liam expectantly.

"So… Why are we here?" She grinned.
"I just wanted to get you out of the house," he replied.
"I've become a bum, I'm sorry."
"No - no. That's not it, Jay. You're… you're sad."
"I'm sad?" She crumpled a little.
"I know you miss home. Summer. Kaleb… Avery. The parties. All of that."
"Yeah…" She nodded.

Digging in his pockets, he retrieved something but held it behind his back. With a generous simper, he began, "So I have to do what I can to get you as close to home as possible." His mawkishness made her slightly panic. She couldn't go home. What would happen then? They'd lock her away. She committed a felony, for crying out loud. Even her parents couldn't get her out of that!

"I was thinking that this might be right up your alley," he presented two tickets, "It's called Electric Daisy Festival. It's basically a massive outdoor party with live music. It'll help you maybe just let loose a little, meet some new people."

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After entering his father's car and cranking up the engine, Brik pressed his foot on the gas, speeding through Belleville. What he wouldn't give for a joint at the moment. He made a mental note to ask Summer since she was bound to have her stash with her. Eyes on the road ahead, Brik focused on just making it to Lakeside in one piece. The ride was silent as Brik and Oli rode, but the awkward noiselessness was short-lived as he parked the vehicle.

Noticing Madison's car already in place, he decided to maneuver his car next to hers. He turned off the ignition then sighed, slumping into his seat. It's been a long day and all he craved was a well deserved pill, a bottle of vodka, and a blunt. He watched the clouds stroll by as he waited for more of his friends to show up. Licking his lips, Brik glanced at Oliver.

"Nervous?" He raised a brow. "I know that you don't know them, but they're pretty cool people. You'll fit right in."

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Dominique Norwood Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Oliver Hamilton
Oli got comfortable in the passenger seat of Brik's car as the car road through town, he wasn't even sure why he was coming with Brik. He was never good with groups of people but maybe it was be different here, maybe he could make some friends and not have to worry about being bullied at the new school. Looking down at his lap he fumbled with the camera in his hands, maybe he could get some good pictures at the lake. He reached over, turning the radio on low, the silence was kind of awkward for him. He knew Brik wasn't much of a talker so he respected that but a little music never hurt anyone.

When Brik parked the car, he looked out the window and couldn't believe how peaceful it looked out there. He already knew he was going to love it here. Brik started to speak as he was about to open the door, smiling a little at Brik's words "yeah a little nervous but if they are your friends then they must not be that bad" he laughed then opened the door, stepping out of the car he put the strap of his camera around his neck. "Its beautiful out here" he said out loud as he walked closer to the edge of the lake.

To the left he noticed a girl [maddi] sitting by the lake, probably was one of Brik's friend. Should he go say hi or wait till Brik introduces him? He looked back out the lake, raising his camera up he took a few pictures then snapped one of the girl when she wasn't looking. Just as the picture snapped he saw her look up, he blushed and scratched the back of his neck before taking a few steps closer.

"Sorry...uh hope you don't mind" he motioned to his camera "just thought it was a perfect moment to snap one, the light portrayed you nicely". Motioning to the ground beside the girl "do you mind if I sit down, im Oli. Brik's cousin". Hearing another vehicle arrive he looked over to see a truck with a guy and a girl getting out. "You are one of Brik's friends right?" he laughed nervously hoping he just didn't make a fool of himself by assuming the girl was a friend of Brik's. Who knows maybe she just was another girl visiting the lake.

Summer Vorhees
Looking into Kaleb's eyes, feeling his fingers tracing her skin she couldn't help but smile. Ever since they met Kaleb has always been there for her, now she knew why . "I do love you, so much Summer...I think I might love you most, I would be nothing without you." Hearing what Kaleb said made her sigh "Kaleb, I would be nothing without you, your always there for me when I need to be held. I seriously love you" she leaned in, kissing his cheek. "Know that I will always be here for you.".

Summer let Kaleb move her, resting herself against him as he pulled up his pant leg "holy shit Kaleb" she murmered, listening to him as he confessed about the fires. She turned slightly putting her hand against his cheek "I understand Kaleb, I do and I promise not to say anything", she did understand in her own way. Kaleb can't help himself when it came to the fires and she couldn't help herself when it came to the drugs. "Just promise to be careful".

Kaleb then mentioned that they should go, nodding her head in agreement she stood up "you can stay here tonight if you want" she ffered before going over to her closet. She grabbed one of her beanies and put on her converse, then looked around her room. A laugh escaped her lips "wow, I know how to destroy a room" she said as she grabbed her small bag of drugs and headed out from her room with Kaleb, she was glad Bella agreed to clean up what she could of her room. Before she left the house she stopped into the bathroom and wrapped her hand up with gauze, last thing she needed was an infection. Grabbing a couple bottles of drinks from a cabinet in the kitchen she headed out.

After that she got in her truck, Kaleb driving. Sitting in the middle she leaned her head against Kaleb's shoulder, trying to just focus on the now instead of what happened over the past couple days. Kaleb then brought up the drugs, saying she should cut back on them. Just the thought of cutting back made her feel sick "Not sure if I can Kaleb" she whispered but not saying anything more about it. She knew that if she kept up with the drugs that she will dig herself deep, but the drugs make her feel or sometimes when she needs to it helps her feel nothing, numb. They are what keeps her alive at least thats what she thought.

As they arrived at lakeside she saw Brik and Maddie's car, she looked out to the lake as Kaleb said they should just tell the others Jay went off to rehab. She nodded her head in agreement, she didn't want to go into detail of what happened earlier again, what happened at Jay's was something she hoped to never speak of again. Her best friend was gone, the girl that she always went to with everything. Jay was like her other half, had so much in common sometimes it was scary, the blonde always knew what to do to bring Summer up. She hoped wherever Jay was now that she was safe and putting her mark on the world. "Ill always love you my Popsey" she thought to herself.

Image Hearing her door open she smiled to Kaleb who helped her out "well then lets get this party started" she grinned, wiping her face from any tears that escaped. She looked up to Kaleb, leaning up she gave him a peck "always will be my wild man." Handing one of the bottles of alcohol to Kaleb, she grabbed her bag and the other bottle then closed the door of the truck. Heading over to the lake she saw a guy sitting next to Maddi and Brik in his car, she went and knocked on the hood of Brik's car "hey you come on lets go to the cove" she yelled then ran over behind Maddi and wrapped her in a hug "hey Maddi girl, whose your friend" she grinned giving the girl a peck on the cheek. "Brought the goods like always" she shaked her bag then stood up looking at everyone "last one to the cove gets thrown in the lake naked!"

Laughing she ran up the path towards the cove, once she was there she collapsed to the ground looking out towards the lake. The sun was setting beyond the trees, sitting here reminded her why she loved it at the Lakeside. So many memories were made her with her groupd of friends, this would always be their place no matter where they were in the world. She opened the bottle of vodka, taking a drink she passed it on to the person that arrived after her. Putting her hand up over her eyes she looked over towards where the cars were parked, seeing an unfamiliar car pulling up she wondered who that couls be. Shrugging her shoulders, she would find out soon but now she needed a little something to pick her up. Not wanting to do any of the monster in front or her friends she took out a couple mollys and poped them in her mouth.

One thing she has noticed was that Bones wasn't here and also has been very quiet the last couple days which made her a little bit worried. She took out her phone and sent Avy a text Hey babes, where are you? Party starting at lakeside now and your not here :[ Ill be waiting for you Mousey!. Hopeing she could make it she put her phone away. Tonight they would celebrate Mordi's life just like he would want them to.


((OOC: sorry for taking so long to post XD))

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Madeline

Her phone has been buzzing off the hook and she knew exactly who it was from. She just wasn't in the mood to talk to him or even look at his messages. Sitting down in front of the lake she stared out where the sun was slowly going to set. It was lovely and made her feel like shit. Letting out a deep sigh she looked down at the water trying to fix her bed head. Finally after some time people started showing up to the lakeside. Finally she thought. First it was Brik and some guy. She doesn't recognize him, but she smiled at Brik before looking back at the water.

There was a sudden click of a camera and Maddie snapped her head up to see it was the guy Brik showed up with. He was cute and was clearly did not know anyone."Sorry...uh hope you don't mind just thought it was a perfect moment to snap one, the light portrayed you nicely" She smiled and looked around the area making sure that it was her he was talking to. He had just complimented someone he didn't know. It was adorable. She just wanted to pinch his cheeks, but then again she wants to pinch everyone's cheeks.

"do you mind if I sit down, im Oli. Brik's cousin". Madeline politely shook her head and moved her legs so she was sitting criss cross in the dirt. As he sat down she decided to introduce herself. "I'm Madde. And I had no clue Brik had a cousin," she said honestly. She only knew his parents. No one outside of the family. "You are one of Brik's friends right?" She laughed. "Yep! Besties for life," she said.

Then Summer came over and planted a kiss on Maddie's cheek. "hey Maddi girl, whose your friend" She was clearly on something or ridiculously happy for some odd reason. She shook her head, but answered. "My new friend Oli," she said before she took off down the path towards the cove. "last one to the cove gets thrown in the lake naked!" Madeline smiled and hoped up she took Oli's hand and helped him up as well. "She is serious," she said before taking off right behind Summer.

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Avery Campbell


Avery rolled over in her bed as her phone chimed out Kite's melody, the sound resounding loudly in her head. She was feeling weaker than ever, and after that night at Roxxie's, and seeing Summer tripping so hard, she was in need of some solitude, some relaxation......and her bed. Grabbing her phone she opened the message, wanting to be sure the girl who held everyone in the palm of her hand had made it through the morning alright.

From: Kite<3

Hey babes, where are you? Party starting at lakeside now and your not here :[ Ill be waiting for you Mousey!


The small girl sat up on her bed and smiled a bit. This was always how they made everything better, the Lakeside was their fortress, impenetrable and sacred. Her fingers blurred out a message.

To: Kite<3

Be there soon sweets.


Hitting send she went to her closet and rummaged around for something to throw on. After she'd gotten home that morning she threw on her favorite pajamas, an over sized shirt and some fluffy blue pants, but the day had been warm. Avery found a nice pair of blue jeans and a spaghetti string shirt, glancing in the mirror she pulled a brush through her chestnut hair and threw on her shoes. Going down the stairs she found her vitamins and took them, grabbed her keys, locked the door and hopped in her truck. Just as she was about to start the old thing her phone chimed again.....but it wasn't a familiar tone, wasn't one she had heard in a long time.

Avery knew a girl from school named Jessica....they weren't exactly the best friends, but Jessica had been her partner for a few projects here and there, and she was nice enough. They'd exchanged numbers for the project's they'd worked on, and considering they'd paired up often enough, Avery didn't delete her number.

Opening the text, Avery had almost skimmed over the words, expecting another project assignment, but the first few words had almost made her drop her phone completely....

Im so sry 2 hear about Mordi......

Avery rested her forehead against the steering wheel as her heart almost stopped beating......"Mordi.....oh god.......no......." Her voice cracked, and anyone who would have been around to hear it would have thought the nickname Mouse was due to the squeaky whisper that embodied her voice as she struggled to breathe.....tears hit the screen as she re-read what couldn't have been true....

Im so sry 2 hear about Mordi. They just broke the news 2 the skool 2day. he oded @ his place a few days ago....that y u and ur crew has ben skippin? Crzy shyt. preyin 4 u dol. luvz

Avery read the message until she couldn't see any more and then she screamed as sobs broke through her small frame, it couldn't have been real.......Jessica had to be playing some sort of joke, she couldn't imagine a life without one of her friends.....she couldn't fathom never seeing Mordi again.....never flipping through his art book again, never seeing his smile......it couldn't have been real.....

Sitting there she cried until she couldn't any more......She needed Brik, she needed Kaleb, she needed Kite........she didn't want to mourn someone who shouldn't have died.......reaching over to the glove box she pulled it open and searched for her secret stash. Avery had hid some drugs in her glove compartment when she found a secret compartment inside some time around december. Kite had given her a small bag of Xanex that she had hid there, and now was the perfect time for one.

Popping one, she waited until the high took hold before wiping her eyes and pulling out of her driveway, she didn't have far to go so she figured she would be alright, but she had swerved most of the way there and knocked over an empty trash can, she was hardly able to park when she had arrived.

Stumbling out she had just seen Kite dash to the cove, she had seen Brik, Kaleb, and Madi, but no Jay? There was a guy she didn't know there too, and a car she wasn't familiar with was parked a few spots away....Madi took off after Kite, and joining them sounded like a great idea, so she ambled off toward the cove. When she made it she found herself plopped down on Summer's lap and her arms around her neck, her eyes were blood shot and red, and they hurt. Closing them she put her head on Kites shoulder, she murmured something about Jessica being a lair before silencing herself.

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Oliver Hamilton
Oli let out a nervous laugh as Maddie introduced herself, mentioning that she didn't know Brik had a cousin "well I haven't seen Brik in two years but yeah now im living with him and his folks". He was glad Maddie was one of Brik's friends, it made him feel a little bit less nervous. Just then a girl came out of nowhere, wraping her arms around Maddie and talking really fast, he couldn't help but think this girl was on something. He smiled to Maddie who introduced him before he saw the girl run off yelling.

Maddie got up and offered him her hand, he took it and stood up laughing as Maddie said the girl was serious. He watched as Maddie went after the girl, Oli looked back to Brik's car wondering if his cousin planned to show his presence among his friends. Shrugging his shoulders he really didn't want to get naked in front of a group of people so he ran up towards Maddie "hey wait up" he yelled.

As he caught up to the girls he looked around the cave "wow this is pretty cool, do you guys hang out here a lot?" He asked Maddie then took off his shirt and walked to the edge of the cave "such a beautiful view". He brought up his camera and started to take pictures of everything. "So whats your friends names" she motioned to the two girls who were sitting a bit away from him. One girl he didn't see from before was now sitting on the other girls lap. His camera continued to snap l, he took a few pictures of the girls then sat down by the edge and took in a breath of air.

Summer Vorhees
Image Summer read the response from Avy and smiled, glad her tiny friend was going to join them. Looking around the cave it felt weird, Mordi wasn't ever going to walk around here any longer, and now Jay might not either. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she just stared out towards the water letting herself just relax. It was a few minutes that she just stared out into space, not knowing what was going around her until someone sat in her lap and put their arms around her. Closing her eyes for a moment she just wrapped her arms around Bones and gave the girl a peck on the cheek "Ive missed you Avy-baby".

Opening her eyes she noticed Avy's red blotchy eyes "oh honey, your okay...Im guessing you found out about Mordi? Well tonight we aren't going to be mopey cus well Mordi wouldn't want that. He would want us to be ourselves and celebrate his life" he tried to keep herself in composure, she couldn't let herself break down. It was one thing to do in front of Kaleb but it would be different if it was in front of the others. "Lets go put some music on" she said to Avy as they both got up. Making her way more into the cave she took her ipod and the speakers out her bag and turned it on, the music echoing through the cave.

She went over to the wall and looked over the carvings Mordi did into the rock, he carved all their names into the rock and above the names it said 'Forver'. She looked over the quotes that also was carved into the rock over the years, things each of them said over the years and wanted to be remembered. Her hand went to the rock and she just stood there for a moment before she took the thing that Mordi left there to carve with. Under Mordi's name she carved "You'll always be with us, RIP".

After she was done she left the cave and went over to the edge near the water, smiling over to Maddie and Oli then looked back out to the lake. She jumped up "Mordi you will always be remembered" she screamed so loud that it could probably be heard over the lake. Looking around she noticed Kaleb has yet to join them, grinning "Kaleb if you don't hurry you will be the one getting thrown naked into the lake" she yelled and laughed, spinning around inna circle she grabbed Avy's hand and started dancing with the small girl.

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Madeline

Madeline made it to the cave and she looked around at all the different carvings Mordi made into the rocks. They were beautiful. At one point she had forced Mordi to carve something in her room. It is her name carved right above her bed. She always looks at it before going to sleep. She wanted to cry, but this night was about celebrating not moping around.

Oliver had caught up with them and had immediately taken off his shirt. He was fascinated by their hang out spot. Maddie had gotten over that the second time she got here. Luckily he wasn't the one being thrown into the water naked. The first time she was here that is exactly what happened. She didn't make it in time and she was stripped down and thrown in the ice cold water. Now she tends to be a bit faster. "Yea it is pretty cool," she said as a reply.

She noticed that he liked taking pictures of everything in his surroundings. It was cute. She wanted to picture of herself, but she would ask for that later. Maddie looked back at her two friends to introduce them. "The one that looks likes she is on drugs is Summer and the other one is Avery," she said. She honestly didn't even realize Avery was there. She blew the two dancing idiots a kiss and was looking out for Kaleb. He was taking forever to get down here and so was Brik.

Turning her attention back to Oliver he had stopped taking pictures and sat on the edge of the cave. She skipped over to where he was and sat down right next to him. He seemed to be soaking in the view. The moment was ruined when her phone vibrated violently. Maddie quickly pulled it out and was annoyed by the person it came from. He was trying to ruin her night and she would not allow that. She shut off of her phone completely and then shoved it back into her pocket. "So Oli do you smoke or drink?" It seemed like something she would need to know. She planned on doing both.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Dominique Norwood Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Brik simply watched in silence as his cousin interacted with Maddie. He was glad that Oliver was making himself comfortable. As Summer and the gang ran off to the cove, Brik took his time. Not only was it not safe for him to run, but he also just wasn't that excited. He got out of his car, and at a leisurely pace, followed his friends. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his swim trunks and his gym back was looped around his shoulder. He was already feeling more and more tired with each step, feeling the need to sit down and regroup.

As of late, he was feeling sicker and sicker, and it truly worried him, so he was going to pace himself tonight and refrain from doing too much. During his silent walk, Brik debated whether or not he should take his X and simply indulge, but he was aware that if he got high then he might do something too reckless to be considered healthy. Maybe he'd just stay sober, and be the kill-joy that he was born to be. He made it to the cove, feeling the urge to take a moment to catch his breath. Brik placed his bag in the cave and sat, leaning his head against the stone wall. His breathing was labored and he was already feeling lightheaded. With his hands on temples, Brik took this moment to gather up the energy that he was going to need. Tonight was about Mordi, and he wasn't gong to allow his illness to overshadow the reason he was here. He watched from his perch as more people arrived. He waved weakly at Kaleb and the stranger that was with him then gave Avery a small nod of acknowledgment. Closing his eyes, Brik just listened to the sounds that surrounded him from Summer cheerful voice to the droll of the lake.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Dominique Norwood Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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“I’m Dominique, or you could call me Dee.”
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Names of French descent weren't uncommon in Canada, and Dominique's name suited her Kaleb thought. He shook her hand gently but firmly, grinning as he came face to face to her. Kaleb had to give Mordi his props, the boy had somehow managed to cuff a girl who was so out of his league.

Which was unfair to say, but Kaleb was always hard on his guy friends, that's just how boys ran things. Retracting his hand, Kaleb spoke "You have a beautiful name." He complimented.

Dominique thanked him for the invite, but Kaleb was distracted by the noise at lakeside. The shouts from his friends echoed behind Kaleb, he could hear Summer threaten to throw him into the lake naked. His face briefly flushed with color, chuckling at his crews antics. Reaching to scratch the back of his neck, Kaleb used his free hand to gesture behind him. "I have to warn you, things tend to get a bit wild." A glint of humor in his dark eyes, "Everyone's friendly though, so don't worry."

If Jaylene had been there he would have to say differently. She was bitchy enough to those in their circle, let alone people outside of it. But damn it all if Kaleb didn't love that about her. Sodapop could never have done wrong in his eyes...except leaving him.

Shaking his head so a few stray strands fell over his forehead, Kaleb glanced behind him as Dominique mentioned how the group already began to have fun before even reaching the cave. With Summer around it was hard not to have a good time, Kaleb thought, watching her and Avery paddle to the other side. "The crazy one, that's Summer, and the little thing next to her is Mousey - or Avery."

Music could be heard playing from the cave, and as they neared the shallow edge of the water by the cave. More faces could be seen, and pointing out his friends Kaleb would identify them to Dominique. "The Latina is Madeline, and white boy is Brik....I don't know the other white kids name , he must be new." Kaleb thought he had seen the face before.

Finally reaching the cave, Kaleb hopped out of the canoe and dragged it into the sand to anchor. Offering a hand to help Dominique out, Kaleb then turned to his groups. "I know rules are rules, but I think we can cut our guest some slack and just give her a warning this time instead of throwing her in the lake." His ornery tone was accompanied by a brief chuckle, glancing back to Dominique as if to say 'your welcome' for getting her out of throwing her into the lake naked. "Everyone this is Dominique...she was the girl Mordi kept ditching us for."

Kaleb always relied on humor as a tension breaker, smiling at all his friends as he then walked to the fire pit. He began to work on building a fire before he started to take anything, arranging the twigs and branches accordingly. Now it was time to really enjoy the night, light a fire, drink a little and tell stories - maybe swim in the lake. It would be so much better than being alone.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Dominique Norwood Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Oliver
Oliver smiled over to Maddie as the girl told her who was who, he watched as the girl named Summer and the thin looking one Avery was dancing together. They look good together he thought as he took a few pictures of the two before looking to Maddie and took a quick picture. He watched her for a moment, hearing her phone buzz but she quickly turned it off. "Someone you don't want to talk to" he motioned to the phone.

Maddie then asked if he smoke or drank, he nodded his head as he spoke "I do drink but I only smoke the greeen, not one to dabble into harder things". He then turned to see that Brik decided to join them, he watched as his cousin sat down against the cave. "Excuse me for a moment Maddie" he got up and walked over to his cousin, sitting down beside him "you okay?" he asked Brik.

Just then two others showed up, another guy and a girl. He watched as the guy introduced the girl as Dee, then started on a fire. "Hi im Oliver, Oli. Im Brik's cousin. He invited me, hope you all don't mind. Ill be living with him now" he said a bit shyly. He started to then take pictures of them all, he would give them to the group once he developed them all.

Summer
Summer saw Maddie blow Avy and her a kiss, she pretended to catch it and put it in her pocket before sending one back to the girl. Her attention went back to the girl she was dancing with, a grin onnher face as she twirled Avy around. "I love ya Bonesy!" she laughed and pulled the girl in close. Brik finally decided to join him, he looked somewhat down and she shook her head. She stopped dancing, kissing Avy on the nose before she grabbed the bottle of vodka and walked over to Brik. Oli was now sitting next to her friend, she gave them both a smile before shoving the bottle of alcohol into Brik's hands "relax Briky and have a drink".

Her attention was soon deverted as Kaleb spoke, she saw another girl with him. She went over to them, grinning at Kaleb "well we can give her a pass this time but since you were the last of our group to come in I think you should be the one to" she put her hand on Kaleb's chest "anyways you haven't had the opportunity in a long time".

She then walked over to Dee, taking a once over look before reaching out and giving her a hug "Im Summer but everyone usually calls me Kite because usually im high as a kite. Mordi was a lucky guy to have you" she said as she let go of Dee "welcome to our home away from home, glad to finally meet you hun. Want anything? We have alcohol and different drugs, im going to light up a blunt. Make yourself comfortable". She gave a girl a kiss on the cheek before going over to Avy, taking her hand then walking over to where Kaleb was making the fire.

She sat down near the fire pulling Avy down on her lap as she opened her bag and searched for her premade blunts, once she found one she out it between her lips and lit it up. After taking a few drags she passed the blunt to Avy before laying back against the ground. "Just so y'all know we won't be seeing Jay for awhile, she was taking to a recovery place for drug addicts" she hated lying to her friends but she couldn't tell everyone what really went down. Her body started to relax as the drugs in her system started to kick in.

"I remember one time Mordi and I were walking downtown near the old bridge, he had a spray paint can and he started to paint the bridge. It was amazing just watching him, the colors all were so bright but I think thats because of the drugs" she laughed shaking her head a little "he also wrote "forever together, and that seemed to be our group motto since". She sighed as she started to think of the different memories she had of Mordi.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Dominique Norwood

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Madeline

"Someone you don't want to talk to" Maddie shook her head. Stephan was the last person she wanted to think about while she was here in memory of Mordi. Mordi would have been proud of her for not picking up the phone. She smiled to herself and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She missed Mordi, but so did the entire group. It was sad that he was gone. Oliver excused himself and she nodded.

Brik was close by, but not close enough. She wanted to call out to him, but she didn't. Brik will come down when he wants to, but until then she would just enjoy the view she used to share with her best friend."Everyone this is Dominique...she was the girl Mordi kept ditching us for." Maddie stood up and tried to get to Dominique before everyone else did, but she lost to Summer. Maddie just laughed at Summer. She looked crazy. Once Summer and Oliver were done Madeline made her move.

"I'm Maddie. It's nice to finally meet you," Maddie said honestly. She gave Dominique a hug and then let go. Oliver was taking more pictures and it made Maddie smile. It was almost as if the group was perfectly okay. Anyone on the outside looking in couldn't see they were trouble and carried a lot of baggage. Summer was babbling which meant that she had taken drugs. "Guess it's time to get high," she said pulling out a bag of weed from her pocket.

Although Stephan was a pain in her ass, he provided top of the line drugs. The weed was already rolled up and ready for smoking. The lighter clicked a few times before coming on. Maddie inhaled and then exhaled a puff of smoke. she put the lighter back into her pocket and then walked away from the new girl. Not to be rude, but Maddie was never one to smoke in someones face. "I'm willing to share," she called out.

She inhaled some more weed, but she let it sit in her system for a while before she exhaled. The weed seemed to be fast acting. Maddie sat down on the floor trying to keep herself in a fit of giggles. She held out the weed and closed her eyes. "For Mordi," she said before inhaling some more. Madeline said she was willing to share, but she realized how much she needed to weed.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Dominique Norwood Character Portrait: Adrian "Hadrian" Jackles Character Portrait: Sahara Ahmadi

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Hadrian



Sitting in his secluded spot in the woods, he continued to watch the group of friends from a distance......watch her more importantly. It wasn't their usual get together at first, but after the drugs got passed, things went just like he would have expected them to.......and there was someone different there......a lovely milk-chocolate colored female he would assume was their dearly departed's love interest, and my.....wasn't she lovely indeed.

He sat back and lit up a cigarette as he took in their interactions, it was getting quite dark, so the smoke from his cigarette wouldn't bring him any attention......and even if it had been mid-day, they were so wrapped up in each other they would have never noticed.

The hours passed like minutes as he sat there, just watching......their highs growing as their memories came pouring out, and eventually it came to that time of the night where they went back to their vehicles. He decided to move to get a closer look.....maybe she was high enough........maybe he could.....

When his foot hit the earth, he heard a loud snap and swore under his breath........and as Kaleb approached, he quietly began to retreat, screaming obscenities at himself in his head. Kaleb was protective of all of the females in their little group, and Hadrian knew he wouldn't leave until he either found what he was looking for or nothing. As he came closer, Hadrian turned and locked eyes with Kaleb, underneath his black hoodie, his muscles tensed as he stared him down, letting him know that he's not the only one keeping an eye on "his girls" as he has heard Kaleb referring to them.......and that he doesn't plan on stopping.

Sometime between Kaleb's stumbling back and Hadrian's crazy stare down, Adrian pushed himself back inside his own head, looking around, he realized where he was, he looked back at Kaleb, and with one word, ran in the opposite direction....Damn!

He heard Kaleb calling after him, but he didn't stop and didn't plan on explaining. He didn't stop until he saw his house in the distance, his parents car sat in the drive, but it didn't matter. Its not the first time Adrian had disappeared for hours, and its not the first time he'd came home late. Opening the door he heard his mother call to him, only to get the response "Yeah, its me!"

Adrian made his way into his room and found Kesa curled up on his pillow. He stripped off the hoodie and sat on his bed as he thought about everything that happened tonight. He plugged his phone into its charger, turning the volume up to the max, just in case anything happened, and laid back in his bed.


Hours later he was woken by a loud series of tones, Summer was up to something.

A message saying that they had to leave town, and asking who would like to go. He saw the destination and a smile creeped across his face. He packed up all of his essentials, grabbed Kesa and made his way out to his baby, a sleek black 1965 Mustang Fastback Cammer that he gave his college education to obtain and headed south.

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